#in support of protective big brother jon

[a-libra-writes]

Hi! I wanted to thank you because your writing is amazing and convinced me to finally read asoiaf.

Could you please write some long-ish headcanons about oberyn and jamie and how they would be with a disabled reader who struggles to walk.

Thank you.

thanks, I hope you're enjoying the books so far!! whose your favorite POV so far? also, added your two requested characters plus some extras.

Oberyn - The Viper gives you the usual charm and affection he'd give to a Paramour. That also means his usual temper is still there ... as in, anyone trying to upset or insult you will have to deal with Oberyn. You now have a Look (tm) you give him whenever you need him to back off. He'd wish that you lived in Sunspear with him so servants might assist you, and he wouldn't be so keen to travel if it's hard on your body.

Considering his brother uses a fanciful (by Westerosi standards, anyway) wheeled chair, Oberyn would float the idea to you. He's also seen and heard of various mobility devices from Essos, if it's something that would interest you. Regardless Oberyn is more than happy to help out when you're feeling tired and wanting some extra support. Doesn't matter if you need to lean on him or be carried, you know he's happy to have the close contact and being able to please you. And no surprise, Oberyn's great at giving foot and leg massages when pain and aches start up. He's gonna joke and try to get you to laugh and get handsy, of course - that's just how he is.

Jaime - Honestly, Jaime sucks when it comes to being considerate about you. It's different if you both grew up together so he was more familiar, but otherwise, he's his usual arrogant self and doesn't understand why you just won't let him carry you. He rather likes doing it - good for his ego, up until he thinks his sister is watching - and it's really not until he's back from the Roadtrip From Hell when there's far more understanding. He feels pretty shit about always treating you as fragile, when clearly you've always had more resilience and maturity than him.

At that point, Jaime finally just waits for you to tell him when you need help. And it's the same for you - he grumbles about it, but it'll take him a while to adjust to losing his dominant hand, so sometimes he needs your assistance, too. You're one of the very few people who sees him without his prosthetic, but you also witness a far more vulnerable side that he's always had to bury.

Samwell - The shy boy is drawn to you almost immediately because you both are in a similar situation on the Wall - you and Sam are often mocked at worst and ignored at best, and end up relegated to the "boring, pointless" work of helping the blind Maester Aemond. The crush is immediate but he's also relieved to just have a friend to talk to and be more of himself around.

Sam knows the cold doesn't help your disability at all, so he'll squirrel away some extra hides and blankets to give to you. He also likes bringing you books he thinks you'd find interesting, and he gets Jon and the other boys to help him jury-rig a mobility device that might assist with you maneuvering around the stairs or the snow. Sam still likes helping you, though; he's easy to lean on and always warm. He wraps his heavy cloak around your shoulders and helps guide you along the rough paths around Castle Black.

Brienne - She's already a considerate and protective woman, and she'd be moreso if her loved one has a disability that requires them to have some assistance. This doesn't mean she sees you as a fragile thing who needs her, but she want to be of assistance. Brienne wants you to tell her what you'd need and like, and it makes her happy to provide that, no matter how big or small the favor is. Maybe it's a childish thought, but she wants to be your knight.

Big and strong as she is, it's easy for Brienne to offer you a hand for assistance or offer to carry you somewhere. She absolutely understands if you'd rather do it yourself or use a mobility aid. Brienne would probably be great at thinking up a way for you to ride a horse safely with her, or quickly figure the best route for you to take through a new place. She observes when you need help and when you don't, and eventually you two have a series of habits you fall into when moving through spaces.

Jorah - This man is already a very doting and affectionate partner, and that increases doubly so if his partner is needing assistance on the regular. At first, he hovered and fussed too much, and you had to be clear with when you needed help and how. He'd figure it out quick and dial it back; you're most familiar with your own body, after all. He doesn't hesitate to stop what he's doing to help you out, and starts to pick up on when you need the assistance without you saying anything. You both eventually develop little rituals and habits around tricky things, like dismounting a horse or scaling stairs or very uneven terrain.

Being a traveler, he's familiar with different mobility aids he's seen around Essos and would mention them to you, if you don't already have some. Jorah is also down with carrying you when you need it, especially through tough terrain. He's very gentle and likes to chat about this or that while you two navigate through the hard spots. Jorah would also find various ointments and lotions that can help with aches and cramps.

Brandon - While his heart is in the right place, sensitivity is not something Brandon is known for. He'd err on the side of "too protective" for a while, before you finally just smack him upside the head and make it clear you got by just fine before he came along. Note if he grew up with you, he'd be much less annoying about it and would be far better about knowing when you do or don't want his help. It's easy to lean on him with all your strength; he's tall, strong and steady, and he's quick to react if you stumble.

Brandon actually likes to carry you around, both to show off for you and getting to hold you close without people having issue with what's "appropriate" (especially if you two aren't married). He's also wary of some of the rough trails around Winterfell, and the pile-up of snow and ice that could prove difficult for you to maneuver around. He might insist on carrying you to a place like the Godswood, which is covered in roots, rocks and uneven soil.

Mance - If you both met on the Wall, he liked to sit beside you and chat while you went about your usual duties. You were often relegated to jobs that made you sit and do repetitive things for hours, so Mance would keep you company and help your stiff body out of the chair and to your quarters once it was done. The other Brother's poor treatment of you may be one of the many reasons he left. He's great at keeping your hand steady in his, not squeezing too tight and matching your footsteps as you both very carefully tread over the snow.

Meeting you as a wildling, he knows some tribes consider those with disabilities as weaker, and some who think it's just another part of life. He respects your independence and only comes to help if you ask it; sometimes you just want him to fetch a mobility aid you crafted. He hovers a bit when the snow and ice is treacherous, but he also understands you grew up in this frigid waste. He often looks to you on where to step and how to cross - but he's perfectly happy to offer his hand when you ask for it.

Davos - Unlike most people, Davos never stared or commented on your disability. He wouldn't dream of doing such a thing, and actually observes you carefully when you're having trouble walking on your own. He only steps in if you ask or gesture to him, and he holds you firmly yet gently while helping you navigate. When you both are closer, you don't even need to ask; he starts to pick up on when you need him and when you don't. He's really just a fantastically considerate person.

He'd also be quite familiar with mobility aids, both those in Westeros and Essos, and he's pretty damn handy if you're having trouble with it. He's done some pretty weird jury-rigging in his day, and that was on huge boats. And while he probably can't carry you very far, he would still do it if you asked and carry you with utmost care. Again, he won't get far, but it's the thought that counts!

Victarion - Well, no surprises here, he's clueless how to proceed. By Ironborn standards, he should just leave you be and make you deal with it, but - well. He doesn't want to do that. So how about just lifting you up and carrying you where you need to be? He'll just do it without warning, and it takes a lot of protesting before Victarion gets the idea to ask first, damn it. This also means he'll be confused if you want to just hold his hand or lean on him - again, carrying is faster in his eyes.

It's not as though disability is something foreign to the Ironborn, they just have different ideas than the "greenlanders". If it was something gained in battle, you ought to be proud, and if you were visibly born with it - well, staying stubborn and resilient can earn admiration. If it's an invisible disability, that's more difficult to understand, and Victarion is not a bright man. Still, he wants you to keep your good opinion of him and he does attempt.

#oberyn martell x reader #jaime lannister x reader #samwell tarly x reader #brienne of tarth x reader #jorah mormont x reader #brandon stark x reader #mance rayder x reader #davos seaworth x reader #victarion greyjoy x reader

[gendrie]

What do you think will happen to Arya in TWOW? (sorry if this question was answered before)

Here are my thoughts:

> takes new identities

> gets acquainted with the Iron Bank

> Has her first period

> gets acquainted with courtesans

> visits the house with red door at some point

> hears Arya Stark is in town 🤡 and married to Ramsay Snow

> hears about Jon

> Uncloaking carnival, she reveals herself

> Goes to Riverlands

> meets Gendry and I cry

> meets LSH and I cry

> kills LSH and I cry

> meets Blackfish

> Joins Tully and Stark in her arms

> Leads the BWB to stop bloodshed and protect the people

> reunites with Nymeria

> the story ends with her taking Robb’s crown to the North

I can dream, right?

honestly, you covered nearly all of my bases lol. the only big things you didn't mention that are on my bingo card:

communicates with bran: idk that will have full conversations or anything (based on that jon and bran scene from acok it IS possible) but i do think arya will realize her little brother is alive which will influence her direction after leaving braavos. even from beyond the wall i see him getting mixed up in the stoneheart mess

hardhome refugees: this has to go somewhere.

the sealord subplot: he will play a major role in arya’s twow arc. i am fairly convinced that arya will save him from being poisoned. and it might be that arya's big identity "reveal" in braavos is to the sealord.

meets tyrion: i just cannot shake the feeling that they are crossing paths in twow.

it might be that we're both dreaming, but i feel like this is a very reasonable speculation list. each point has got plenty of support in the text (including twoiaf). theres set up for all the braavos stuff and plenty to suggest arya will return to the riverlands too (most notably: grrm’s confirmation that a/g will be reunited which, assuming gendry stays put, implies arya will return to the crossroads; putting her in nymeria and lsh’s orbit)

the only thing im unsure about is arya heading north in the end. im very into the theory that harrenhal will serve as HQ for the long night and if thats the case theres no reason to subject everyone to a march up north. but we’ll just have to wait and see how that plays out.

#ask #no longer will i let the sealord be ignored!! lmao #*i read house with the red door #as the house of the red hands #and i was like oh damn somebody other than jas and me is into that???? niche! #either way. yeah.

[aemontargaryen-bloodraven]

Coming in with Lyanna being painted as just Arya in the past. There is this notion that bled into a lot of fanfic writers and is that Lyanna apparently struggled with her femininity as much as Arya did (ie, some fics have her not liking to be called lady for some reason or saying that this and ladylike thing is stupid) despite the fact that is never alluded in canon. Yes, Lyanna didn't want to be married to Robert, but she is not the first woman to not like a forced marriage. She clearly had interest on jousting and knight valour, something Arya is not shown to be that interested at. We have dialogue from Lyanna, she is not another dead lady. I think Lyanna, for example, would have left Winterfell if she had had the chance. Meanwhile Arya's whole arc is about coming back to Winterfell. And so on.

Yep.

Lyanna and Arya are two different characters. Yes, they are compared in canon and parallels are drawn and honestly more than half of it has to do with establishing the Lyanna and Jon connection.

Primarily, Lyanna's role in the narrative is not being Arya's aunt but being Jon's mother.

Here's another difference between Lyanna and Arya. Lyanna didn't have any support from her big brothers when she was getting forcefully married, but Arya does. Brandon was the Robert Baratheon of the North and Eddard Stark was the one who brought up the betrothal with Robert Baratheon in the first place. Arya does not have that problem, Jon uses his every single trick in the book to get Arya out of a forced marriage when Lyanna's brother (Eddard) was pushing her into one.

Lyanna would have left Winterfell...I don't know. But yeah, for me the only reason she came back to Winterfell is because she could be closer to Jon. It wasn't because of Rickard or Brandon or Ned or her love for the North, it was because of her son.

Lyanna fights three people to protect Howland, Jon fights three people to protect Sam.

Lyanna despises the idea of an arranged marriage, so does Jon.

Lyanna and Jon have the same reaction after seeing Bobby B. 'What a disappointment?!'

Lyanna and Jon both have a love of horse riding.

Lyanna and Jon both feel kind of out of place in Winterfell.

Lyanna and Jon are both stubborn and have that wolf's blood thing going on.

Ned Stark tries to dupe both Lyanna and Jon. He tries to paint a rosy picture of Robert to Lyanna and miserably fails with Lyanna managing to find her way out of it. On the other hand, Ned's rosy picture of the Night's Watch is what lands Jon amoung rapist and thiefs.

#Lyanna Stark #Jon Snow #Eddard Stark #Ned Stark #ASOIAF #These are just off the top of my head #Feel free to add more

[will80sbyers]

''and it's exactly because I think he is one of the greatest characters in the show that I think they could kill him before the two years time jump''

Are you talking about Jonathan?

Honestly I really think Jancy is endgame so thats why Im not worried about it. I firmly believe that all of the Byers-Hopper family members will make out alive in the next season.

I really hope I'm wrong but it seems to me that they are preparing the possibility to use the trope of the good big brother dying to maybe make Will "grow up" because of that...

some things that make me fear this:

the fact that he's fixated on protecting Will at his own expense

they made Jon and Nancy have problems this season

they made him have another emotional talk with Will

they sidelined him a bit in s4

the existence of this trope (like in big hero 6 etc)

the Duffers also love the movie Stand by me where this happens

it would conclude his character arc in a way if he died as a hero protecting Will

they could use the time jump to not have to show the characters completely immobilized by grief

it can make Will have a strong emotional reaction of anger and free his powers if he has powers and further the supernatural plot

some things that make me hope that it won't happen:

it would be too fucking sad and Will has suffered so much already, it would be borderline cruel to kill Jonathan

they gave him a best friend this season

he is the only one knowing that Will is gay for now and Will needs emotional support

Joyce has already lost Bob and would be heartbroken

Nancy is already dealing with too much grief

I really really really really hope I'm wrong and they won't do that because I love Jonathan so much and Will suffered enough and even Nancy and Joyce have already lost too many people!!!

#byler #ask #jonathan byers #will and jonathan #st5 theory #st5 jon

[jackoshadows]

How do you think Jon would feel about Arya and Gendry’s... whatever it is? This is so self indulgent but I just want to know the thoughts of someone who is Jon-centric.

Well this depends first of all on how Jon sees Arya.

AGoT-ADwD Jon still views Arya as his skinny little sister with scabs on her knees from playing i.e as a child- he can't imagine Arya in bed with Ramsay. So Arya/Gendry would probably raise his hackles up. Post ADwD once he meets an older Arya, maybe not.

And yeah, Arya/Gendry definitely has romantic vibes in the book. Look at this!

“You can still make swords if you want,” said Arya. “You can make them for my brother Robb when we get to Riverrun.”

“Riverrun.” Gendry put the hammer down and looked at her. “You look different now. Like a proper little girl.”

“I look like an oak tree, with all these stupid acorns.”

“Nice, though. A nice oak tree.” He stepped closer, and sniffed at her. “You even smell nice for a change.”

“You don’t. You stink.” Arya shoved him back against the anvil and made to run, but Gendry caught her arm. She stuck a foot between his legs and tripped him, but he yanked her down with him, and they rolled across the floor of the smithy. He was very strong, but she was quicker. Every time he tried to hold her still she wriggled free and punched him. Gendry only laughed at the blows, which made her mad. He finally caught both her wrists in one hand and started to tickle her with the other, so Arya slammed her knee between his legs, and wrenched free. Both of them were covered in dirt, and one sleeve was tom. on her stupid acorn dress. “I bet I don’t look so nice now,” she shouted. - Arya, ASoS

Having just come off watching Bridgerton, this is the stuff of two idiots who like/love each other enjoying teasing the other person. This is the stuff of romance novels. He's even written in the 'My Featherbed' song for them.

A major consideration for Jon would be if Arya likes Gendry. And considering that Arya did like Gendry, I don't think he would interfere. And even if he did, I doubt Arya would allow him to interfere in the first place. She would probably whap him on the arm with Needle if he tried!

It would be interesting to explore how Jon would view the fact that Gendry is a bastard black smith. Would he think that Gendry is not good enough for his high born sister? Or would he not care that Gendry's a bastard like him. Sure Jon is egalitarian when compared to some of the other characters in the series, however he too sometimes exhibits Westerosi biases and prejudices. Maybe he would feel that Arya deserves better than a blacksmith.

I also feel that Jon and Gendry will get along and like each other. Gendry shares similarities with Jon the same way Ygritte shares similarities with Arya. Jon and Arya gravitate towards Ygritte and Gendry because of those similar personalities. If protective big brother approves of Gendry, then I think he would help them and support their relationship.

Of course, everything will be different if Jonrya is a thing. And Jon falls in love with Arya in a different way once they meet again. In which case, I doubt he would approve of Arya/Gendry, in this case for entirely different reasons.

#asks

[emotionallydrainedtrash]

Hi, could I please have a stranger things matchup? Any gender works! I’m a bisexual female (18), an Aquarius, and INFP (if you’re into that sort of thing). I’m 5’5, light skinned Hispanic with short brown hair with the bottom half bleached (which is always being dyed or impulsively cut in some way). The ends are always curled up like Alice from Twilight if that helps you picture it lol. Personality wise-I’m not a very outgoing person? Unless I feel very comfortable with someone- so usually I’m super shy to start with. after I’m comfortable though?? I can be ALL OVER THE PLACE and I feel like I’m the funniest person when I’m with the people who share my humor. For the most part- total introvert. I usually try my best to make situations as lighthearted as possible- whether that’s by making myself look stupid, or joking around as much as I can. my hobbies include theatre arts, film, and acting as a whole. A total theatre nerd... embarrassingggg lmao. Listening to literally ALL types of music, painting, and rewatching the same movies 100 times over are also some of my favs. Horror movies ESPECIALLY. Anyways- thank you so so much!! Don’t feel rushed!! You are amazing. <3

My first match-up!!! This is so exciting omg. Thank you for your kind words, they mean the world. Now sit back, relax, and let's get into the syntax.

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I ship you with...

Jonathan!

I feel like you guys would get along really well and would be such a dynamic duo.

You would 100% make each other mixtapes and would probably call at like, 11:00 at night just to tell each other about this new song you heard.

You mentioned painting and because of that I think you'd get along great with Will and would become like his big sister. Watching you interact with his little brother so well would make Jonathan just 😍😍😍. You'd paint Jon stuff and he'd save every single one and hang them up everywhere until they're almost snaking out his door.

You're both introvert-turned-extrovert around loved ones and I think that would make communicating really easy for you guys.

We know Jon is a buff with a camera and would love to make little movies about you in his spare time and then set up a little theatre for you to watch them.

Movie marathons but you've got a penchant for horror. You'd go all out: turning the lights down, bowls of popcorn, blankets, coffee to stay up, etc. You'd definitely be involved with all the funky Upside Down stuff so the two of you would get spooked easier after those shenanigans and you'd curl into his chest and he'd wrap his arms around protectively whilst trying to hide that fact that he's shaking a lil' bit and I just- that should be me😭.

You would be part of the Hawkins High Drama Club and he'd totally run lines with you. He'd get so into it too, like he'd be taking it more seriously than you and you'd have to remind him that you're gonna be the one performing. You belting out songs and him taking pictures of you in your element. 👌👌

I think he'd be obsessed with learning more about your culture. He would sit and listen to you talk him through each aspect and tradition and would LOVE the food. Hispanic cultures really do got some of the best munchies bro. Seeing you in your traditional clothing would make him so proud.

He would be so incredibly supportive of your sexuality (a/n Bi buddies☺️) and would have a little pin of the Bi flag that he keeps pinned on the inside of his jacket in support of you. He was so proud when you came out to him-cause it's the 80s and we were not favoured by most-and he'd kiss you and tell you he loves you no matter what and that he's proud of you for being so brave and he's grateful that you felt you could trust him enough to share that information. I could also see you being a sort of mentor to Will, like guiding him through coming to terms with everything and that sort of thing, which Jonathan would be so grateful for.

Joyce loves you, I gotta say it. You're welcome over anytime.

He loves cheek kisses.

He helps you dye your hair and is actually so good at it?? He wants to help you cut it but you refuse, that's your job. You don't trust him with the scissors, I mean we all saw his hair in S4. Absolutely plays with your little curls, he just loves your hair.

Overall I think you guys would be such a cute couple and would be the 'It' couple to so many people. You're the blueprint for Lucas and Max tbh. And Mike and Will. Mike takes notes from you sometimes for El. You guys love each other to pieces and would do anything for each other. I👏🏻need👏🏻to👏🏻see👏🏻it.

I can also kinda see you with

Robin!

A lot of your relationship with Jonathan could apply to Robin as well.

You'd have a hard time convincing me that Robin's not a theatre kid so you'd totally do duets and get so into it. Like tears would be shed.

She'd steal movies from work every Friday and you'd stay up till' 2:00am watching them. If you fell asleep she'd pause the movie and wrap a blanket around you like a burrito before snuggling up with you and also falling asleep.

So many forehead kisses.

Going on dates is hard cause homophobia, so most of your dates would be at home. If you did go out in public, you'd have to play things down and everyone would think you're just really close best friends. Eddie and Steve would tag along sometimes so it looks like a double date but really they're just happily 3rd+4th wheeling so ya'll can hold hands in the movie theatre.

Making out in the back room of Family Video with Steve fully aware and keeping a lookout cause no one touches his gays goddammit😤.

Your introvertedness would balance out her extrovertedness perfectly and when you get more out there, she loves to see it and you guys would totally wreck havoc.

If you speak Spanish you would totally have conversations in Spanish and it'd bring you guys such a level of joy. It would be your way of speaking your love to each other when you're out in public. You'd pretend to talk shit about Steve and he'd be sweating bullets while you're really just saying stupid shit like, "the chicken ate a greyhound." "I know I saw it with my three eyes, my mom made a really nice casserole last night." "You should bring me some, god he looks so stupid doesn't he?"

You guys would just be such a perfect couple and the power you'd have if you could go public.

This was a lot but I hope you enjoyed!! Let me know what you thought lovely Anon and thank you again for the ask. This was really fun to write about and you sound so cool! Remember guys I take requests for match-ups and fics and the info link will be on my masterlist which I've linked at the top.

- Sarah💛

#jonathan byers #jonathan byers match up #jonathan byers imagine #jonathan byers x reader #robin buckley #robin buckley match up #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley imagine #stranger things match up

[lawonderlandwriter]

Three Grossly Misunderstood GOT S7 Scenes (By a Small Portion of the Fandom)

1) "Touch my sister and I’ll kill you myself.”

Now, as many of you are aware, a certain part of the fandom likes to interpret this and other angry Jon Snow scenes as - Jon is jealous/gets angry whenever someone mentions Sansa and therefore, he must be in love with her in a non-brotherly way.

But let’s recap what went on during this scene. Prior to Baelish mentioning Sansa, he riles Jon up by bringing up Lady Catelyn (the woman who hated him and treated him horribly growing up) and reminds Jon of how she didn’t like him. This is a painful thing from Jon’s memories as he always wanted to be a trueborn Stark so right off the bat, these two aren't headed for a peaceful ending to their encounter.

Next, Baelish smugly tells Jon it was really him and not Jon who won back Winterfell in the Battle of the Bastards and that Jon should give him a little gratitude. Gratitude. Gratitude for the guy who sold his sister to the Boltons to be raped and beaten and then showed up LATE to the battle (costing Jon the lives of thousands of men and a friend - Wun Wun), didn’t even do any fighting himself, and he has the audacity to ask for gratitude? Yeah, so now Jon is really really mad.

Lastly, Baelish casually mentions, right as Jon is getting ready to leave the country (as, you know, the North has kinda annexed itself), leaving his little sister, his only surviving family that he knows of alone with his fucking creep, he tells Jon he loves Sansa just as he loved her mother. Now if anyone’s trying to say Jon didn’t know how Baelish loved Cat, please. Baelish fought Jon’s uncle Brandon for Cat’s hand and almost died. Jon knew. And then to say he now is in love with Sansa...this guy who is wayyyyy too old for her...yes of course it pisses Jon off! Baelish basically says “I want to fuck your sister and pretend she’s the woman who abused you as a child.” Any brother who just walks away from that or only gives the man in question a stern verbal warning is a horrible brother. My brother would kick someone’s ass for saying something like that about me and he’s my little brother. Jon has felt responsible for Sansa since she came seeking shelter from Ramsay back in season 6. If anything happened to her while he was gone on his diplomatic mission (Sansa getting raped by Baelish), he would feel responsible. So, just to deter Baelish from poking his petyr where it doesn’t belong, he threatens him in a classical Jon move that actually, a little bit, echoes this scene:

But I digress...Next:

2) “I didn’t ask.”

This one is pretty simple. Tyrion is, for all intents and purposes, a friend, to Jon. They’re on good enough terms with each other that they can do a little name calling when they first see each other again. This is a highly different scene from the one Jon has with Baelish. And, of course, Tyrion is trying to reassure Jon that his marriage to Sansa was only for show and Tyrion isn't the kind of guy who would force himself on a fifteen year old. Jon saying “I didn’t ask” when Tyrion tells him the marriage was unconsummated is an interesting comment here because it tells us two things: 1) Sansa didn’t tell Jon her marriage with Tyrion wasn’t consummated (if she had, he would have said something reassuring to Tyrion like, I know, Sansa told me, thanks for not being a dick). and 2) Jon, liking Tyrion, wasn’t really concerned about whether or not Sansa and Tyrion had sex. If he had been even the least bit concerned, he would have said something like “Good” or even “thank the gods.” But, as Jon is not in love with his sister and doesn’t care about who she’s had sex with in the past, he says “I didn’t ask.” Because, let’s face it, it would be creepy for a brother to want to know who his sister’s sexual partners have been. 

And lastly...

3) “What you did for her is the only reason I’m not killing you.”

First, let’s give this scene some context. This scene takes place near the end of 7x04 so Jon has been on Dragonstone, presumably, for a few weeks now. Back at Winterfell both Bran and Arya have come home now however, Jon doesn’t know this yet. When he receives the scroll from Sansa in 7x05, he tells the war council “I thought Arya was dead. I thought Bran was dead.” So as of the above scene with Theon, Jon thinks that his only surviving family in the whole world is Sansa. 

Now let’s back up. Back in season 2, Theon was sent by Robb to parlay with his father Balon in order to obtain an alliance with the Iron Islands. However, as we all know, Theon betrays Robb, losing him an ally and gaining the North a foe. Winterfell is lost, Deepwood Motte, etc. The ironborn reek havoc on the North, Bran and Rickon are displaced, eventually leading to Rickon’s death (because he sought shelter and protection with the traitorous Umbers). It doesn't help the North’s war against the Lannisters either as it places Roose Bolton in the position that eventually allies him with the Lannisters and betraying Robb at the Red Wedding. 

So all because of Theon, Jon lost both his brothers for sure and possibly Bran though he doesn’t have complete confirmation of that (he just knows because of Sam that Bran is beyond The Wall where he is likely dead). Theon’s done a lot of stupid shit. He knows this and even fears Jon killing him back in season 2 when he first took Winterfell when Maester Lewin urged him to give up the castle and take the black. “What, so Jon Snow can slit my throat in my sleep?” None of that at the time had anything to do with Sansa, it all had to do with Robb, Rickon, Bran, Winterfell and the welfare fo the North. 

Fastforward to Sansa arriving at Castle Black and being reunited with Jon. Though we never get a scene between the two talking about it, we can assume Jon knows what all Ramsay did to her or he at least has a good idea of what he did to her, Sansa telling him before the Battle of the Bastards, “I’m not going back there alive.” She wouldn’t tell him this unless really horrific things had happened to her, which they did. But, Jon also knows that Theon was the one who got her out of there. As evidenced by the scene above, the “what you did for her,” part of that line.

However, Jon’s anger at Theon here has absolutely NOTHING to do with Theon mentioning Sansa. Why on earth would it? Theon saved her. Jon’s not mad at him for saving her. He’s not mad at Theon for mentioning her. He’s mad at Theon for all the shit he did to the Stark family in the past. So, while Jon believes Theon should die for the things he did to Bran, Rickon, and Robb, he doesn’t kill him. 1) - probably because Theon is Dany’s ally and Jon’s on her island being given free reign to take and use her resources so he doesn’t want to screw up their arrangement regarding the dragonglass. And 2) Though Theon fucked the Starks over years ago, he has suffered at the hands of the same man who tortured Sansa and Theon did selflessly work to save Sansa (knowing if Ramsay would have caught them both, he would have done something horrific to Theon) and get her into safe hands - Brienne’s. 

In this scene, Jon is not acting a crazy jealous lover, going berserk every time someone says his sister’s name. He's showing his well justified anger at the man that singlehandedly had part in the murder of his two brothers and the taking of his home. OF COURSE he’s angry seeing Theon. But because Theon saved Jon’s (up to this episode) only living relative, he lets him go free. But that doesn’t mean he’s not gonna take a little of his anger out on Theon. Jon’s got a little of that dragon in him and seeing Theon woke it. 

#jon snow #in defense of jon snow #poor guy keeps getting accused of wanting to bone his sister #i'm just trying to clear his good name #theon greyjoy #Tyrion Lannister #petry baelish #angry jon snow #got meta #got season 7 #anti j0nsa #in support of protective big brother jon #baelish and theon woke the dragon

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Operation Stumpy Re-Read

AGOT: Eddard X (Chapter 39)

He dreamt an old dream, of three knights in white cloaks, and a tower long fallen, and Lyanna in her bed of blood.    

She dreamt an old dream, of three girls in brown cloaks, a wattled crone, and a tent that smelled of death. - Cersei VIII, AFFC

🤷🏻‍♀️

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Ser Arthur Dayne, the Sword of the Morning, had a sad smile on his lips. The hilt of the greatsword Dawn poked up over his right shoulder. Ser Oswell Whent was on one knee, sharpening his blade with a whetstone. Across his white-enameled helm, the black bat of his House spread its wings. Between them stood fierce old Ser Gerold Hightower, the White Bull, Lord Commander of the Kingsguard.

Wait, which side did House Whent support in the rebellion? I’m guessing Hoster Tully’s side. 

✨ awkward ✨

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"I looked for you on the Trident," Ned said to them.

(...)

"When King's Landing fell, Ser Jaime slew your king with a golden sword, and I wondered where you were."                 

"Far away," Ser Gerold said, "or Aerys would yet sit the Iron Throne, and our false brother would burn in seven hells."

(...)

"Ser Willem Darry is fled to Dragonstone, with your queen and Prince Viserys. I thought you might have sailed with him."

The Kingsguard, sworn to protect the king and the royal family.

Were you with Rhaegar on the Trident? No.

Were you with Aerys, Elia, Aegon and Rhaenys? No.

Were you with Rhaella and Viserys? No.

So who were you with?

(It’s astounding to me people think Jon belongs to Ashara Dayne.)

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As they came together in a rush of steel and shadow, he could hear Lyanna screaming. "Eddard!" she called. A storm of rose petals blew across a blood-streaked sky, as blue as the eyes of death.

"Lord Eddard," Lyanna called again.    

Kudos to @esther-dot​’s anon for pointing out Lord Eddard. She knows father and brother are dead.

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"The Kingslayer is fled the city," Alyn told him.

Big man!

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"My daughters?"         

"They have been with you every day, my lord. Sansa prays quietly, but Arya …" He hesitated. "She has not said a word since they brought you back. She is a fierce little thing, my lord. I have never seen such anger in a girl."

Too many people don’t find that last line the least bit concerning.

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They had been seven against three, yet only two had lived to ride away; Eddard Stark himself and the little crannogman, Howland Reed.

Secrets hiding in the swamp! Howland, I believe Sansa and Jon are going to need you in the immediate future.

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"I take it you know what Catelyn has done?"

"I do." Ned took a small swallow of wine. "My lady wife is blameless, Your Grace. All she did she did at my command."     

Now there’s an honourable lie.

See, I’m not always mean to Ned.

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"Catelyn had good reason for taking the Imp—"                 

"I said, I will not have it! To hell with her reasons. You will command her to release the dwarf at once, and you will make your peace with Jaime."

Shouldn’t you at least hear the reasons?

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"I've talked to Littlefinger," Robert said. "He claims he rode off to bring the gold cloaks before the fighting began, but he admits you were returning from some whorehouse."    

HOW DO YOU TRUST THIS MAN?

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"Some whorehouse? Damn your eyes, Robert, I went there to have a look at your daughter! Her mother has named her Barra. She looks like that first girl you fathered, when we were boys together in the Vale." He watched the queen as he spoke; her face was a mask, still and pale, betraying nothing.

(...)

"The fool child is in love with you, Robert."          

The king glanced at Cersei. "This is no fit subject for the queen's ears."

I’m going to have to agree with Robert here.

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Robert flushed. "Barra," he grumbled. "Is that supposed to please me? Damn the girl. I thought she had more sense."         

"She cannot be more than fifteen, and a whore, and you thought she had sense?"

Ass.

Reached my limit, no more being nice.

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"No," he said. "I want no more of this. Jaime slew three of your men, and you five of his. Now it ends."     

"No," Ned said with sadness in his voice. "Now it ends."

Three dead versus five, same as the Tower of Joy, only this time Ned is on the other side. The losing side.

And it’s only beginning.

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He shouted for a guard. Ser Meryn Trant stepped into the room, tall and somber in his white armor. "The queen is tired. See her to her bedchamber."

What a nice parallel for mother and son.

"Ser Kevan, I can see the king is tired. Please see him safely back to his bedchamber. Pycelle, perhaps some gentle potion to help His Grace sleep restfully?"

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"My loving wife. The mother of my children." The rage was gone from him now; in his eyes Ned saw something sad and scared. "I should not have hit her. That was not … that was not kingly."

(...)

"Your Grace," Ned Stark said, "we must talk …"                 

Robert pressed his fingertips against his temples. "I am sick unto death of talk. On the morrow I'm going to the kingswood to hunt. Whatever you have to say can wait until I return."

Nothing you do is kingly! Do your job! Fuck!

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"Like it or not, you are my Hand, damn you. I forbid you to leave."      

Ned picked up the silver clasp. He was being given no choice, it seemed.

YOU HAVE A CHOICE! You have a choice.

Final thoughts:

Continuity error!

They had found him still holding her body, silent with grief. - Eddard I, AGOT

They? Howland, and who?

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#operation stumpy re-read #agot #eddard x

[voiceless-terror]

Okay SO !!!! I'm taking your questions post as an invitation to invade your inbox, and I NEED to know more of your ADHD!Jon thoughts !!!! Like I am v much on the Jon is not neurotypical train, but I want to know your takes on it !!! [I LOVE the way you write him in your ADHD series]

I am SO sorry this ended being much longer than i expected but here you go.

God I feel so strongly about ADHD Jon! The way I write him is very much based on my own experience with ADHD. Here are some of my headcanons, some of which you can probably find peppered in all of my fics. But I will definitely be adding to that series in the future!

-Jon didn’t get a formal diagnosis until he was in college, and pretty much just really internalized that ‘deeply annoying child’ bit. This still sticks with him even after he gets diagnosed because of course getting therapy and medication doesn’t magically make things better

-He’s probably his most easy-going and personable (the soft Jon we get to see now!)  when he finally realizes he’s not ‘defective’ like he thought, and that there are people who care about him and want to hear what he has to say

-BUT he still has a lot of RSD flare ups, especially when anyone he loves gets frustrated with him. He goes through quiet periods when he doesn’t want to speak for fear of upsetting others

-After his falling out with Georgie he falls back into this majorly, and his first two years at the Institute are pretty hard for him, until Tim and Sasha break down his walls and support him

-I headcanon Tim as either having some form of ADHD himself or that his brother had it, and he feels very protective of Jon because he’s seen first hand how difficult it can be sometimes

-Jon Sims? More like Jon STIMS. He tries to hide it when he’s not alone, but he’s a big hand flapper and very restless. When he’s thinking through things he has to pace and he’s always bumping into things. Martin thinks its adorable but is always worried when he comes home with a new bruise. He also likes to spin in his chair, even though it makes him feel dizzy and nauseous  

- He thinks his intense ability to focus on statements is just another form of hyperfixation until it very clearly isnt

-Jon’s not a good listener. His mind is always wandering, and he often interrupts. He feels self-conscious about this only afterwards when its pointed out to him. He’ll go into his quiet periods again, and has a really hard time trying to find a balance between talking too much and too little. It doesn’t come naturally for him.

-His assistants all react differently to this. He and Sasha get into really intense conversations, so there’s a lot of give and take there that he doesn’t ordinarily get and that’s good for him. Tim just rolls with it- he’s a good conversationalist, and he’s great at putting people at ease. Martin is a bit of a harder nut to crack, and Jon feels like he’s on unstable ground until they get to know each other. There is a lot of awkward and misconstrued convo in the beginning of their friendship.

- Jon has so much love to give but he doesn’t know how to express it sometimes!! And that’s why in my adhd jon series everyone lives and he gets the support and love that he needs, because sometimes i am sappy and i want things to work out

#asks #i have so many more of these headcanons but this is what ill write for now #i am always avaiable to scream about adhd jon #tma #jonathan sims #kaiserkorresponds #adhd jon au

[inklingofadream]

yes tell us the kid au

ok it comes with a title, which is "there is something wrong in this house." Also this is obscenely long and may not even make sense

and all the crack stuff is in the backstory, bc elias is the one doing it and the fics from the kids' perspectives. elias going "actually screw this, I'm making one from scratch" is a time-honored excuse to get lil baby Jarchivist, and it's what we're going with here. but, like, making a kid is a lot of effort, and they can't even talk at first, and Agnes didn't work out anyway

So he adopts. Attempt #1: Timothy Stoker, recently lost his whole family to a tragic accident, marked by the Stranger (he hasn't hit on the ritual idea yet but he figures that having some awareness of the supernatural to start with can't hurt. But for now it's all very normal). He can be very subtle about priming Tim to be Archivist, and what better way to ensure loyalty that to be Literally Family?

Unfortunately for Elias, we've seen how Tim reacts to grief in canon, and it's making drastic life changes and getting angry, depending on how much control he feels like he has and how much support he's getting. And not having control is a big theme in this, so he goes for angry. It rapidly becomes pretty obvious that Tim is not going to be a good Archivist.

So we try again, like within a year of adopting Tim. Sasha is Tim's age, and v lightly marked by the Spiral. She's great, Elias is v excited, Sasha is going to be Archivist.

But he still has Tim. And murdering a kid who's not even to double digits is a bit much, even for Elias. But Tim and Sasha bond hard and fast, which, y'know, Archivists do need Assistants. And connection to a beloved brother is probably a pretty good way to get your Archivist back if they end up in the Lonely or the like. You can't use them as cannon fodder, but he figures that Sasha can have one keeper and he can hire randos to fill the other assistant slots.

So Elias' life is going great. Second part of plan: He needs to get rid of Gertrude... some day, but he wants the time to plan it, and she's still useful. But kids grow up, and he doesn't want to put Sasha in place until he's sure he's got a timeframe nailed down for his Ritual, and he doesn't want Sasha responsible for stopping Rituals. But kids grow up and get other careers and turn into their own people.

(Kids are already their own people, you say. Well, Elias barely treats adults like people sometimes. Obviously he's not going to be any better than the controlling and possessive and manipulative stuff we get with Jon in canon with people who also do not have the ability to fight back in the way adults can. Tim can't run away to Malaysia in this! He can't even get out of the city on his own!)

And Elias finds out that he really likes being a parent (this is not at ALL proportional to the quality of said parenting). He doesn't want to be done. And so he puts into use a lil Web artifact, which is that because I say so (and because the experience of being a child and not getting your opinion considered and all your stuff being filtered through what your parents think feels v Webby, to me) he has his kids take vitamins every night, some of which are normal and some of which are Evil Vitamins of Never Grow Up. (the Evil Vitamins have extensive world-building around how and when they're useful, they won't solve Jonah's dying issue bc they're playing on the kid thing, and he's not a kid. Also they are technically still aging, just v slow)

So Tim and Sasha just kind of. Stay 8 or 9ish. And kids that age aren't that observant. It takes them a looooooonnnng time to figure things out.

Meanwhile, y'know, Elias really does like having kids. And if one super-loyal assistant is good, surely more is better? And also, Tim leveled out when he had Literally Anyone besides Elias (because obviously your Vampire Kids have tutors, you can't exactly send em to school) to bounce off of, maybe another sibling will have the same effect. So if he were to find an entity marked orphan (or... not orphan. I think he straight up steals Martin), why not? So he basically acquires Martin and Jon the same way multiple people I know have ended up with extra kids, which is remembering how cute they are and deciding more is better. The kids take well to each other, and Tim in particular gets his big brother instinct activated hard.

And the thing is. Sasha was supposed to be Archivist, but no one really knows that. He didn't tell anyone. And he likes Jon. Jon is just as curious as Sasha, but also waaaay more susceptible to positive reinforcement (for a long time Elias is Jon's favorite as much as Jon is Elias') and reminds Elias of himself more, because boy. So now Jon is future Archivist and the rest will be his assistants. But for now they're all in Vitamin Limbo

And this all sounds very fluffy and goofy, but the actual matter of the story (though it's maybe more a series of vignettes) this is for is from the kids' POV, with them gradually realizing that there's something subtly not right with Elias, and exploring how they feel trapped, how they catch on to little things, and how each discovery has to be pitched to the other three, with varying success. And then focusing on how Jon especially just. Refuses to see it. And trying to convince him otherwise just puts distance between him and the rest and makes him closer and closer with Elias. And tonally it's kind of like a haunted house story? Only the ghost is what Elias is planning for them, and what he's already doing/done to them. Eventually at least Tim stops taking the vitamins, and then that worsens for him because he has more and more idea of how wrong things are, and can't convince the others, and can't take them all away from Elias if he can, and he feels this overbearing need to protect them all but he can't

#tma #the magnus archives #there is something wrong in this house #elias bouchard #jonathan sims #tim stoker #sasha james #martin blackwood #this is basically using the same stuff that i usually use for jonelias stuff in a family context instead #the time period is loose but the kids end up raised v proper victorian seen and not heard and all their toys are kinda that age #and they dont like. watch tv. so theyre even more isolated #also when things are good theyre v family von trapp just a lil line of adorable doll like children #also tim is the only cis kid. elias may be a regency dude planning to use these kids to start the apocalypse but he IS trans positive #thats part of what makes the realization hurt is that hes the first one to Get It for the younger three #age order is tim>sasha>martin>jon with tim n sasha being the same age give or take half a year adn martin and jon are the same #until they start not taking the vitamins and the age gaps get all wonky and longer #like tim ends up in the 12-15 range and jon is like 7 #when before it was more like 9 or 10 and 7 #and that gap is maintained once jon is allowed to start growing up a bit #(this happens thru elias getting a plan together but also spy vs spy with tim stealing jons vitamins) #also probably this should instead all be written as #jonah magnus #bc its a p long time scale but whatever #if i chuck the web concept for the vitamins they end up flesh instead #and start kinda. draining the kids. so i can have consumptive waif vibes for jon as things Get Dangerous #asks #mine #writing #concepts

[jonspurpleskirt]

Sharing Comfort

A/N: This is for @archivalpride. Prompt was “Sharing Clothes” and “Pre-Canon” so I wrote a fluffy piece to celebrate the quiet moments of trust. 1.7k in word length. No warnings apply.

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Jon did not make friends fast. Most people he found to be too intimidating, boring or exhausting and not many knew what to do with his sudden info dumps and sharp comments that shot out of his mouth seemingly at random.

He'd been alone in Research for a long while because of it and happily so. Things had changed when Tim had joined the Institute, though. Tim had come into the library and sat down opposite Jon with a thunder cloud hanging over his head and pain in his dark eyes. He'd been quiet and snappy in a fake cheerful way that screamed undealt trauma. At least to Jon, who seemed to be the only one to feel the vibes of "Leave me alone" and "I'm grieving" that Tim gave off in a constant stream.

Having Tim as his desk partner was an intense experience despite the way they only ever nodded to each other in greeting at first. But it was also intriguing. A mystery. Jon loved mysteries.

The instances he had ever willingly initiated a conversation with a stranger could be counted on one hand. Which marked the day he tapped Tims shoulder - after roughly two months of co-habiting - to tactfully ask him what he was groaning about as a very special day indeed. They steamrolled into friendship from there, both personalities clashing in the best ways possible.

Jon pulled Tim into nerve wracking research expeditions, Tim flirted them out of being arrested a few times, they went out for drinks and karaoke and movies and stayed late nights to crack nutty cases of supernatural bullshit together.

This went on for months. A nice, comfortable new routine. Jon wasn't alone anymore. And Tim broke out of whatever had pulled him down so much, becoming more cheerful and flirty by the day. Which didn't matter to Jon because Tim would always come to him the most, would always seek out to partner up with Jon and would defend his prickly personality to his dying breath.

And then Sasha joined them. She came from Artefact Storage, which made her a prime target for every curious researcher in a five mile radius. Tim and Jon included. Alright maybe they were the worst of the bunch.

Although Jon only thought of himself as a partner in crime in this one. He had been dragged along by Tim, after all. Sure in the end he had been the one to ask the most questions, but that wouldn't have been the case if he had just been left alone to be antisocial in front of his laptop.

Sasha and Tim, much to Jons chargin, hit it off within the first few seconds. And ever since then their cozy two-someness had turned into a group effort. With specially leverage put on the word "effort".

"Morning Jon!"

Jon let out a deep, rumbly hum, voice not up to the task of supporting words this late in the- He glanced at the little clock at the bottom of his screen. Ah... early in the morning.

With a laugh that was far too cheerful however you would describe the current hour, Sasha sat down next to him. She leaned in to look at what he was working. He leaned away to get her out of his personal bubble.

Her legs brushed his and the rustling drew his gaze downward. She wore a thick wool skirt, long enough not to go against the dress code. It was a somewhat dull navy blue and fell down in enticing waves around her crossed legs.

It looked very soft and comfortable. Jon itched to touch it. Instead he rubbed against the stiff fabric of his own cream coloured dress pants.

"Would you mind?" He snapped at her.

"No. You spelled 'aboriginal' wrong."

"Thank you for your insight. Don't you have anywhere else to be?"

"Don't you?" She shot back, light and quick as though they were just bantering and not fighting over the right to sit at this table.

Sasha huffed at his glare and slid a cup of something steaming over to him. "You keep staying so late that I can buy you a drink at the asscrack of dawn and be sure you're still here to consume it hot. I'm not usually one to judge anyone's sleep schedule. But I'm judging your sleep schedule."

"And yours is any better?" Jon muttered, taking the offering and peeking inside. Black tea with a bit of cream and hopefully enough sugar to rot his teeth out of his mouth. He needed both the coffein and the sweet energy source.

"I'm getting at least two more hours of sleep than you do on a daily basis, so I'm good."

"Tim would have both of our heads if he knew."

Sasha put her hand on the table and stretched out her pinky. "I swear secrecy if you do."

With a snort Jon linked their pinkies. "I'll hold you to that."

So... Maybe Sasha wasn't that bad. She was a little aggressive in her befriending techniques, Jon mused. At least he hoped the early morning chats and cups of tea and coffee were that and not an elaborate plan to get rid of him via slow poisoning. But she was about as curious as Tim and Jon and her skills with computers were very happily exploited by the both of them. So Jon eventually had to admit that she was actually a very nice addition to the group.

Not that he could have ever said no to their friendship. Tim and Sasha put together were a maelstorm of affection, sucking Jon in with a force he had no chance to defend against. And before he knew it they had successfully gotten him accostumed to friday nights at the pub and saturday mornings in their flats, smashed together on a couch or a bed or a mattress depending on who had had the misfortune of playing host that week.

Jon hadn't been this comfortable since Georgie. And that wasn't only the booze talking. It was one of those nights where they ended up leaving the pub early to lounge around Sashas massive sofa instead. Jons head was swimming within a blissful haze of tipsiness.

He was slouching over one end of the couch, head tilted just so that he could watch his two friends bicker. The words didn't really register, but the noise was nice and their expressions were funny.

Without his conscious saying so, his gaze slid down to Sashas leg area. She wore a very eye catching, fluttery red skirt this time around and the way the warm glow of the ceiling lamp was reflected in the material was mesmerizing.

"Oh Jonny boy, don't you know staring like that is rude?" Tim half-joked as he noticed.

Sasha slapped him on the shoulder. "Shush you there's like zero sexual longing in his gaze, Tim. You don't need to go all protective big brother on me. He just really likes my skirts."

"They look comfy." Jon muttered, sinking deeper into the couch.

"Awww. Jon. Jon my love. My friend. My buddy." Tim scooted over to him, nearly face planting on the floor in his eagerness to slide into Jons side. "Is this jealousy I hear?"

"No. Did you just degrade me from lover to lowest friendship tier?"

"Oh I beg to differ." Tim sang, ignoring the question and making Jon scowl harder.

An arm got thrown over his shoulder and Jon was tugged into Tims side, relaxing into the tight hold against his will.

"You know if you didn't make it a sport to buy the most uncomfortable clothing ever, you wouldn't need to glare at Sashas fashion choices all the time. Making other people think things about your intensions."

"Fuck other people."

Jon waited until the surprised laughter of his two friends ebbed down to speak again. "I wanna be comfortable too..."

"Say no more. Sasha to the rescue."

Tim and Jon both whined as she hopped off and darted away into her bedroom. She hadn't been part of the cuddle pile, but her presence was still dearly missed. Thankfully not for long because a few minutes later she reappeared with a long, purple skirt.

"Here you go mister. Go on try it on."

Trading places with her Jon didn't hesitate to shug his trousers off and slip the skirt on. Tim wolf whistled behind him and Jon dutifully showed him a finger. The yelp he heard shortly after told him that Sasha must have taken more direct approach to disciplining Tim.

"Bad boy. I picked that colour for a reason."

Jon flushed at the reminder that Tim and Sasha knew. That they knew and accepted him and even went out of their way to make him comfortable.

"I may not be allowed to touch, but I can still appreciate beauty when I see it."

"Do you need glasses, Tim?" Jon couldn't help but ask while he settled back down.

It was his turn to be slapped on the shoulder. "Nu-uh! No self depricating jokes in my household!"

"Yes ma'am." He scooted over to Sashas side, marveling at the slide of the soft material against his legs. "Anyway. Touching yes. But no sex, only cuddles."

Sasha laughed in delight as she pulled him closer so he could stretch out, the two of them nearly shoving Tim off the couch.

"Wait, wait, wait Jon you're definitely not comfortable yet!"

"Hm?" He frowned at the renewed shifting, jeez everyone was being so squirmy today.

"Dress shirt? Really? Wait a sec."

Tim ended up finding a truly attrocious night shirt he had stored in one of Sashas cupboards. It was rainbow coloured, but at least it was made of a soft cotton and about a size too big on Jon.

"Awww Jon you're adorable!"

"Timothy Stoker don't you dare take a photo."

"Fine, fine. But I will remember this day forever."

It turned out that he didn't need to. The next time they were over at Sashas Jon asked to borrow their clothes again and the next time after, and the next time after that, too. It kind of escalated from there, clothes mixed together until it was hard to remember who owned what.

And that was perfect. Because the most comfortable clothes were always the ones that belonged to his friends.

#tma #archivalpride #my writing #jontimsasha #jonathan sims #tim stoker #sasha james #week one #prompt: sharing clothes #hope i'm doing this right #can be read as friendship #or platonic polycule #i honestly have no clue where to draw the line #fanfic

[aerltarg]

Targlingsweek 2021

Day 7: Rhaenys, Aegon and Jon

(ver. 1, ver. 2)

Headcanons under the cut

They're an amazing team where everyone complements other two. Rhaenys, the smartest one, skilled in so many different things. Jon, brave and feral. Aegon, the most charismatic and attentive.

Rhaenys overthinks things? Aegon and Jon are always here to remind her that not everything is that deep and serious. Aegon is looking for new ideas? Rhaenys and Jon can always suggest different plans, both smart and crazy. Jon is going to punch someone? Rhaenys and Aegon are always ready either to stop him or to help him both to fight this someone or to hide the body lmao

They're protective of each other. Practice shows that if you talk shit about any of them or their family, you'll mysteriously need the maester's help very soon. Like. Very soon.

Rhaenys started to read and write earlier than both of her brothers. She still does it better than them as well as math.

Aegon is the fastest one and no one could beat him at playing catch-up as children. Jon was the best at hide-and-seek, though. He hid and kept silence too well.

When they were boys, Aegon used to have long hair and Jon short. But when they grew up, they kinda switched hairstyles for their own reasons. Rhaenys thinks it's hilarious anyway.

Also in the AUs where Jon gets his Targ name he would be Aemon. We'd have best bros Egg and Aemon ver 2, where the first becomes a king too but the latter doesn't have to go to Night's Watch for this since he's younger this time.

Some people would be surprised by Aegon's and Jon's interest in plants but the truth is that they only want to please Rhaenys. Thanks to them her collection of rare plants grows bigger with each passing year.

When they were kids, they could spend whole nights long sitting among dragon skulls and telling each other scary stories with only a single candle in darkness. Their favourite one was, of course, the skull of Balerion the Black Dread, the biggest of all. They even tried to sit inside.

Their favourite hobby when they were little was harassing fangirling over Kingsguard. No one could escape them. Though Lewyn's always been quite fond of children, Barristan has been a bit awkward but still very patient around them, and others suffered but didn't complain. Except for Arthur Dayne who had to go through much more royal kids' attention as their father's best friend, a super famous knight and the Sword of the Morning who could show them the legendary Dawn. He sighed from time to time that no one had warned him about this when he was joining Kingsguard but everyone knew he was only joking. Arthur was like a second father to these adorable dragon kids, after all, and couldn't really get mad at them. And if he had to show them Dawn twice a week and go through all this noise every time, then so be it.

Dany is, in fact, like another sibling to them, the youngest one. They played, learnt and laughed together all the time, and they're still very close now, when all of them are adults already. If you want to mess with any of them, be ready to deal with the whole Targlings gang.

Because of the small age gap Viserys is also more like a brother than an uncle to them. His temper isn't the easiest one but they get on well anyway, thanks to Rhaella's care and efforts too.

Making Rhaella upset is a big no-no in Targaryen family. Both as kids and later adults they've tried their best to keep beloved mother and grandmother happy. Sometimes she looks so sad when thinks no one is watching and remembers the past. During these moments Rhaenys is always here with her plants, books and songs as well as Aegon with his funny stories about people he's met today, Jon with his silent but so sincere and warm support, Dany with her smiles and hugs, and Viserys too. Sometimes even Rhaegar when he's free of his duties. Not that Rhaella really needs all this. She always forgets about sadness around her beautiful children and grandchildren and can't help but smile.

When Jon got Ghost, the whole family got a new interesting hobby aka watching Balerion and Ghost interact. Balerion was older and acted a bit patronizing towards Ghost when he was only a silent and stubborn fluffy baby. Well, to be honest, Balerion still does act like that but now it's even more hilarious because Ghost is almost as big as a horse and Balerion hasn't changed at all. Dany and Rhaenys can't help but sigh how cute they are, a small black cat and a giant white direwolf being protective friends.

When they were visiting North, Rhaenys surprisingly found in herself a snow ball fighting talent. Aegon and Jon didn't stand a chance.

Once they travelled to the Wall with their family and spent so much time with Maester Aemon, their great-granduncle, plus-minus generation, so interesting and amazing that they didn't want to leave in the end. All of them, including Dany, write letters to him since then.

Targlings music band regularly gives concerts for their biggest fan Rhaella. Rhaegar joins them sometimes, Dany tries to sing and is pretty good at it, and Viserys tries this and that but never loses enthusiasm.

(In the Happier AU Dany hatches six eggs instead of three, and both generations of Targlings ride dragons together. RIP Others)

#targlingsweek #rhaenys targaryen #rhaenys martell targaryen #aegon vi targaryen #jon snow #asoiaf #asoiafedit #valyrianscrolls #princess rhaenys targaryen #house targaryen #targlings #myedit #headcanon #dont @ me lmao i want them to be happy sm #ALL OF THEM #BABIES #also these hcs are so chaotic lmao but i couldnt help myself #there are probably 255352 typos lol but oh well #OH ALSO!!! #you can freely add dany to every passage that tells abt 'them' #shes one of the targlings sorry i dont make the rules

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The Light of Our Lives Still Burning (Drabble Teaser)

“Lady mother. I am glad you are here.” Catelyn beams at Lady Lyarra. Although she is a bit disappointed that her own mother Minisa could not come to Winterfell to see her newest grandchild, she was beyond grateful that Lady Lyarra was in Ned’s stead to provide her with moral support and help her give birth.

“Gramma, Gramma! Look at me holding baby Arya!” little Robb yells as Lady Lyarra closes the door behind her. Arya was already 5 days old and Sansa was doting and humming her favorite song to their baby sister. Catelyn smiled as she supported Robb’s arms in carefully bearing Arya. She hopes for Ned’s safe return, so he could see the child that resembles him so.

Lady Lyarra quietly sits on the edge of the bed and as soon as Sansa regarded her grandmother’s presence, she crawled toward her and gave her a big and tight hug.

“Baby Arya.. she pretty…she has yah hair, Gramma.” Sansa tells Lyarra as she took a long strand of her brunette hair and twisted them in her fingers.

“Yes, she is beautiful. All of you are because you got that from your parents.” Lyarra cradled Sansa and kissed the top of her forehead.

“I now have two sisters. Can I have more baby brothers instead of sisters in the future, lady mother?” Robb asks as he hands Arya back to Catelyn to relieve his numbing arms from her weight.

“Or two more sisters I can play dolls with…” Sansa pleads to her mother kindly. The boys outnumbered the girls in their household and it still made her feel lonely that she only has Jeyne and Beth to relate to.

“Your wishes will soon be granted, my loves. You shall have more of them as your playmates in the right time.” Catelyn replies to the both of them as Lyarra slightly chuckled at her grandchildren’s requests. Robb & Sansa reminded her of Brandon and Ned arguing about the number of siblings that they wanted. Brandon thought one sister was already enough of a sore in the ass, while Ned disputed that there was nothing wrong with having more ladies around to give him a good kicking. A flush of sadness starts to pervade in her. After Benjen, she had miscarried twice then had one stillborn after that. The stillborn was a son, who she named Edwyle. She remembered how she warmed him, hoping her warmth would give him life. She sang and talked to him, pretending he was only cursed with a deep sleep that needed a mother’s call. Rickard had left her alone, as he commissioned a woodsman to craft a baby’s coffin. She carried his dead body that she wrapped in a blanket of white wool, as she strolled through the gardens to pick blue winter roses and faded pink camellias. She laid him in the box, bared him and arranged the flowers around him. She did not want anyone to touch or even see Edwyle’s lifelessness, not even Rickard. She had failed and she decided that it would be the last. Edwyle was buried in her designated tomb and soon, they will both share the same cold space. She submerges the memory again as she beseeched her gods to protect Ned & Catelyn, that they may not live to grieve and bury their own child.

“Now, now, children. I need to have a private talk with your lady mother. You two go out and play for a while. After your play, I’ll read you more stories, teach you more words and songs. If you perform well on my lessons, then I’ll bake lemon cakes. How’s that?” Lady Lyarra diverts their attention to her promised reward and Robb and Sansa jumped out of the bed in glee and cheered. They kissed their grandmother’s cheek, told their mother they would come back and ran out of the door as Robb gave his word to Sansa that he’ll play with her dolls if she joins with him and Jon making animals out of clay and hunting treasures in mud pies.

Lyarra sits beside Catelyn in the bed, as she gazes down at a sleeping Arya.

“I shall put her in her crib since she’s already had her fill. She’s so quiet when content.” Catelyn softly rubs Arya’s chin and rocks her slowly. She stood from the bed and placed her on the crib where Lyarra once settled her children to sleep. Lyarra bequeathed it to her as soon as Catelyn & Robb first arrived in Winterfell.

“Just like her father. Ned was feisty when hungry. His appetite as an infant was rather appalling and eminent compared to his siblings. He craved for so much milk and food that he became a plump toddler, a walking round ham.”

“Ned used to be fat?” Catelyn laughs at the imagination as she sits back beside her.

“It is true. Sansa inherited her love of sweets from him.”

“Oh, I thought Sansa got that from me. Ned eat sweets on such a small amount.”

“Like every other lord who maintains a soldier’s physique. I successfully controlled his food intake by teasing him and scaring him with my self-made horror tales on monsters who loved to eat chubby babes like him.” Lyarra smirked at that. She was always the naughty parent who prided herself in pranking her children.

“Poor, Ned!”

“Brandon often teased him for his weight too. Somehow, it made him feel worse and that’s why he worked harder at swords and archery. As for this bundle over here, I am honored that you named her after my mother.”

“It is a remarkable name that deserves remembrance.”

“She was of the mountains. My mother was a superb huntress and climber, who had the sharp instincts of animals and knew the woods by heart, a clever navigator and astute lady. She pursued my father to avoid a war between the Starks & the Flints. I learned from her a great deal about charming a man and being a marriageable wife more than just a sexually desirable woman. I could imagine this daughter of yours being as adventurous and free-spirited as she is.”

“I’m thrilled with the thought of welcoming Ned at the gates and presenting her to him as soon as he comes down from his horse. I wish that this would be the last war he fights for King Robert.”

“We’ll never know. But I do not give a damn if Ned suppresses the rebellion of the Ironborn, the Freefolk and the rest of the threats present here in the North. So as long as he never goes down South.”

Lady Lyarra was not an open person. But in rare occasions like these, Catelyn could only listen and sympathize with how hard she tries to relive the joyous reminiscence, only to be pulled back again to the worst, darkest shreds of the past.  

“Winter came for me, when the Mad King murdered my husband and first son and when Prince Rhaegar shamed my daughter. The Targaryens nearly wiped out my lineage.” Lyarra said with utter hatred. To hear or mention the name Targaryen made her blood boil and her soul scream and pound behind the frozen wall of her impassive composure. She almost lost her wits, shielding her Eddard & Benjen from death. She swore to herself that if death took them, she would claim the Lord’s seat and transform the North into her own mighty queendom.

Terror and fear glided on Catelyn’s skin. What if political rifts will arise, such that it will compel her Ned to answer to whatever the King’s request may be? They were like brothers, bound by unbroken trust, friendship, and allegiance to each other. Ned is that kind of lord, with an unmoved devotion who never refuses to do what is right, especially when it comes to aiding Robert’s cause. If Ned returns to King’s Landing and suffers the same devastation, the same death in that same place, what would she do? How will she survive a life without her Ned? No, that cannot happen. They’re wise enough to learn from history. She’ll do everything she can to keep him safe with her.

“But I lived long enough to see another spring. You, and my Ned together building a strong family.”

Will she meet the same winter as her, the loss of a family and the similar struggle of grappling in the midst of war, securing her son’s seat and mind sparring with the high lords at battle strategy and diplomatic negotiations? She is confident in her knowledge and skills but would she have such resilience to lead? She has earned sufficient respect from the Northerners, but a part of her still thinks that it is mostly because Ned and Lady Lyarra treat her accordingly with such acclaim. It is the Starks they follow, not her.

“You motivate him more gently in a way that I can’t. I’ve been too hard on him. He was trained to be a warrior and vassal, to know his place as a second son when it should not have been that way. Look where that got him, despite all the benefits of his fostering he was unsure of himself and unprepared to lead the North. I had to push him farther than where his training got him and thank the Old Gods it bore fruit. He’s come this far, far better than his father did and far wiser than Brandon ever could. I’m very proud of you both, Catelyn. The two of you complement each other tremendously, which puts me at ease and lifts my confidence that the North is in good hands with your joint efforts. That is all that I hope for, for the vigor and continuance of my bloodline because Winterfell belongs to the Starks. It remains with us until the future Starks can give what every Northman prays for, a sovereign kingdom.”

There was a hint of pride in Lady Lyarra’s voice when she spoke her last sentence. Catelyn was aware of the people’s desire and that the Northern lords were willing to declare Ned as the King in the North, but Lady Lyarra deliberately spurned that suggestion down knowing that Ned himself and the majority of the South declared for King Robert. Lady Lyarra was earnest to convince her people to unite with the South against the Targaryens instead of pouring more fuel to the fire by taking advantage of the situation and inclining to be another distinct conflict.

Catelyn’s admiration for her fortifies as the years passed by and to hear such approval from her expels all her self-doubt. She has done right, as a lady of Winterfell, as a wife and mother. She will strive to be better than who she was yesterday, to be as brave and stalwart as a true Stark.

“My heart is humbled. I am grateful for your remarks, lady mother.” Catelyn bowed her head. She did not know what else to say. She had been so intimidated by her since the start, which had her create a wider distance between them. They had a few disagreements, caused by some differences in culture and management style. But it was not of a serious matter that resulted to any bitterness.

“You deserve a praise, my lovely daughter. When Ned comes home, I’ll pat him on the shoulder for that too.”

“I would like to thank you, too, lady mother. You’ve been an inspiring mother and mentor to me, not just to Ned. If it weren’t for you, Ned and I would never be the lord and lady that we are today. We value you and love you very much.” Catelyn said and did not hesitate to embrace her.

“And I you, Catelyn.” She put one arm around her and lightly squeezed her arm.

It was a rare for her to tell her children how much she loved them. For it never came smoothly from her lips. When Rickard and Brandon departed to face the Mad King, it was an indignant separation. She refused to watch them leave or bid them luck on their journey. There was no need for that for they did not heed her advice. What kind of fools would make bargains and ask demands from a king who does not listen to reason? To this day, she resented them even when she loved them.

As for Lyanna, despite her rebelliousness, she had yelled that she loved her as she galloped away. She had chattered the whole morning about attending the lavish tourney that would be held at Harrenhal. Little did she know that she was beginning to lose her from that day on, she would never see the mirthful and ferocious she-wolf of a daughter.

When Benjen told her he wished to serve at the Wall, she did not know what to feel about it. She convinced him not to deprive himself of the opportunity of molding his own family to love that will love him in return. She gave him a new pair of boots, had sewn an iron-grey leather tunic with the direwolf sigil and a black coat lined with a black bear fur.

Ned is the child she has with her, the only son passing on the Stark name, who has bridled with her through many obstacles. Her Ned still has more long winters to meet and she might still be present in some. But when she departs the living, she would not dread for he already has everything that he needs.

Starks are wolves bonded to withstand the atrocities of the wilderness. We are like iron, forged to endure. That is why we always endure.

Lyarra thinks to herself, as she puts another arm around Catelyn to fully envelop her in her embrace

#house stark #ned x cat #nedlyn #ned stark #catelyn stark #little robb #little sansa #lyarra stark #catelyn tully #eddard stark #lyarra stark supremacy

[friggsdc]

Title: little delinquent pt iv

part iii | part iv

Warnings: Female!reader (bat!sis), mostly plot with family fluff, AU, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 4600~

Synop: It had Bruce and Dick sharing a look for a moment before the latter spoke up, “It’s not like I’m against continuing to expand the family, but…” he eyed the child you held nervously, “please don’t start bringing home every child you find…” he tilted his head, “he’s bad enough.” Bruce settled a light glare at his first son (that definitely wasn’t what Bruce was thinking), though Dick was stilled by the way your eyes narrowed at him instead.

“His name is Terrence,” that was all you said, brushing past as they were suddenly on guard at the inherited Wayne-scowl on your face.

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 A/N: ee;;;; enjoy me not knowing what this plot is, idk tbh, but it’s fun to write. It’s more plot than fluff, which wasn’t what i meant to write sighs. I’ll probably write companion pieces to this that’s zero plot all fluff. The plot wasn’t meant to be so deep, but I mean, uhm… enjoy papa Bruce and mama Alfred~ 

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[bigR] Dad’s upset.

[bigR] He’s talking less than usual, not even grunts.

[bigR] I think he’s ignoring me?

[you] crap

[bigR] Worse, there’s no news.

No news? True, you hadn’t seen the info feeds light up, the networks had been offline all day, but nothing from Tim’s side? If you didn’t hate Luthor before, well…

[you] this is giving me a headache ::dizzy_emoji::

[bigR] No kidding, I think he’s figuring a few things out.

[bigR] Patrol with B, everything’s unlocked, bb @ late.

[you] is typing…

             “You sure it’s okay?”

The taller male gave quite the toothy grin, a large hand coming up to pull the awkwardly fitted shirt collar back to center, admiring your new outfit. “You can just bring it back later, besides, I think it’s cuter this way.” After a few hours and an incredibly long phone call between Jason, Tim and yourself, the three of you combined were able to get the suit to come off. 

Tim said he still had a lot to go over, but that the laptop was actually incredibly useful. Much of what Tim had been talking (and geeking) about had been lost on Jason and you, too focused on Terry and wrangling the alien suit off.

Jason said he’d be jealous of the strange futuristic-like material if it weren’t for the second skin-like fit, happily poking fun at Nightwing’s taste in suits.

Most of the work was done on Tim’s side since he apparently already had the ability to take control of the suit. It was something you were rather… anxious about, but unlike the manor, Jason’s place had the advantage of no Bruce and no cameras.

So now you sat in the same pair of pants you’d come over in, the only pair of flip-flops he had. They were far too large for you, but your toes would have to hang on till home, and a large t-shirt that fit well enough. 

“Muscle up, Buttercup” was written on the front, Superman’s flexed arm between the words.

“Your taste in clothes is…”

“Cheap. Like second-hand cheap.”

“But… why…”

“To spite Bruce? I pay more for job-related injuries than money I actually have, it’s been tempting me to go back to crime, honestly.”

“…you sure that’s not to spite Bruce as well?”

“I mean,” he shrugged, an impish grin on his face as he lightly ruffled the top of your hair, causing you to childishly swat his hand away, “isn’t that what everyone else does? It’s fun, you should try it sometime.”

“Uh-huh…” you were honestly too much of a—

“Daddy’s girl,” he snorted lightly, unimpressed.

Before slipping one of Jason’s unused backpacks on, you stuffed the batsuit in the bottom, and the jacket you arrived in on top. Turning just in time to see him picking up Terrence’s sleeping form with incredible gentleness, you cooed lightly.

“You know, you’re not bad at that,” he looked at you, frowning, ears flushing before his attention went back to the bundle in his arms.

“Not even…” instead of moving to take the child from him, you opted to stand still and just watch the interaction instead, as if a point were being made.

Big boy looked like he was terrified of breaking the child in his arms, like an heirloom British teacup, “You look cute like that, a giant teddy bear and a tiny uh... new bat?” Walking over, he turned his eyes to the side, not a single trace of anger towards the situation in his voice anymore, “don’t get used to it,” he muttered, unsure of himself. “But you could get used to it,” you smiled, taking the giant marshmallow from him, “he’ll be around from now on, you know. You’ll have uncle duties~” Your teasing only increased his rising timidness, “right…”

“Well,” he began, heading to the door once you had everything, “I’m already late for patrol, let’s get you home.”

-

Alfred had greeted you at the door and mentioned putting on some tea, and you gladly accepted, though not before you went up and changed. With the promise to be back downstairs in a few minutes, he took Terrence from you to ready him for bed. Adorable child was actually quite active, having tired himself out at Jason’s temporary housing.

Quickly, you’d headed to Tim’s room to empty the contents of your bag in his faraday cage, hoping that it was secure enough being in his room. Once you’d locked the safe’s door, you headed out of his room and down the hall to your own. Sorry Jay, but the shoes were uncomfortable, and the shirt kept trying to strangle you more than the shirt of a giant should. Pajamas sounded wonderful right now.

The now empty backpack was tossed to the side near where Duke had left the your clothes from earlier in the day, and a few immediate items for Terrence. You figured everything else was probably in the nursery now, hoping it was all waiting for you in the next few days. The awkward clothes you’d worn over the suit had been tossed on your day clothes, and then Jason’s shirt and shoes were dropped on top.

The shower was quick, and having changed into a fresh pair of pajamas, you suddenly felt sluggish, your shoulders now heavy with tightness. Come to think of it, your thighs also felt rather wobbly, like jelly… but the only strenuous activity you can remember doing in all honesty was… base jumping… was it the wings? It’s all you could honestly come up with. Maybe you weren’t used to such a thing yet, and as you rubbed your shoulders, you headed back downstairs to the sitting room. “Nn…”

“Sore?”

It was still too early for anyone scary to be home right now, so…

You nodded, collapsing on the small sitting couch, Alfred going to stand from his seat to fix you a cup of tea from the tray on the table. “I did a dumb thing today. I’m not certain if I regret it or not.” He handed you the tea plate and cup before returning to his original position on a rather regal looking chair, “I’ve already put the Little Master to bed for the evening. The Young Masters went to bed awhile ago, though I suspect, they are not, actually sleeping.” He gave an amused hum at the thought of Damian and Jon and what they were totally not doing. 

He definitely hadn’t noticed when they’d snuck out earlier. Nope, not at all.

It was a long day filled with heightened emotions, anxiety, stress, confusion, and at the end of it, you were just so tired, and Alfred had always been your confidant next to Tim, and—

You tried to keep quiet as you spoke.

“I jumped out of a really tall building. Like… ninety feet up? I’m not certain, I was watching my life flash before my eyes.” He sighed and frowned into his own tea, “Master Bruce has already left for the night, Master Tim is accompanying him, as the boys are… supposed to be here for a night off. I really had hoped you’d grown up to be more intelligent and not as reckless as your brothers.” Or your father, Alfred mused, sipping at his tea, pinky out, the proper macaroni gentlebutler he was.

“I mean, I panicked, I was in a batsuit, I had a lot of intel on me, like, literally stole a laptop and backed up something called Project B (whatever that meant, though you had your suspicions having met Conner), there was a ton of guards outside going from door to door… I don’t have the same muscle mass to fight like my militant brothers, I was scared of what would happen if they caught me, like dad’s reputation?, I may have been overwhelmed by the—”

“—batsuit?” Ah, you looked up from your tea with wide eyes to see him staring, uncertain if the twinkle in his eye was worry or mischief. “Yeah, that. Uhm… Please don’t tell dad,” you sat up straight, gave him your biggest crocodile tears, and were about to clasp your hands together like a beggar before he waved your antics off. “I would not, not unless it endangers your life, Young Miss, you know that. Including young Master Terrence, of course.”

“This afternoon I must ponder over, What you did was, how shall I say, not okay,” he spoke, stern.

He stood to walk over, seating himself next to you while smiling gently, “though I must admit, I am quite curious as to the story behind all of this.” You gave your own small smile as you stared at your tea, “Yeah. I still don’t know all of it yet, myself, but… it’s actually really cool…” The two of you spoke in hushed tones.

Bruce may have been your father, but much like him, you were raised by Alfred, and seeing as you usually weren’t allowed out on the field like the others, your disposition was as Alfred’s was; support. It was something your brothers and father relished in when they had any extra time over the years. You loved to spoil them, and they were readily eager for it. 

It was also thanks to Alfred that you’d learned you had a unique knack for espionage.

Your brothers were raised to protect themselves and others, getting to go out nightly on risky (and deadly) vigilantism escapades. More than that, they not only got to be of use to your father, but they were able to grow up around him, their lives dedicated to the same purpose.

To say you were jealous was an understatement, often worrying Dick and Jay at times.

To say you were your father’s daughter and just as like-minded as him was also an understatement. This was something Tim and Damian understood better than your two eldest siblings.

You were determined as heck.

You graduated from avoiding Alfred’s detection to stalking your father and brothers, skills honed even further as you learned how to use their toys and listen in on their coms system. It was your father’s own fault, leaving you alone all the time.

You would never be useless again.

You would never be left behind again.

“So, your brothers are helping you, then? I am glad of that, it means I need not worry as much,” even though Jason and Damian only knew half the truth, it was Tim who knew everything you did. Duke didn’t want to know and apparently Jon’s dad had warned him not to get involved with “bat business,” and Alfred… “If… If Terry’s parents…” how were you supposed to frame this part, exactly? You ere bothered by the truth of it, so... maybe making it sound worse than it was? If that was even possible... “if they were bad people, like really bad people,” as if suddenly remembering the walls had ears, you lowered your head and voice, barely audible for him to hear, “do you think dad would let me keep him?”

The both of you knew that wasn’t the issue, Bruce had no problem with the child staying, but…

There was something about the boy that seemed to be worrying you…

“If there is one thing I take great pleasure and joy in,” Alfred beamed like the proud father he was, “it’s that at least one of you children turned out more like myself than Master Bruce.” No, honestly, he was so glad you weren’t gloom and doom like your father and siblings, “I’m certain you could tame the wildest of beasts.”

His parentage held no ground here, the two of you understood the meaning behind the words, memories of when Damian met you for the first time after arriving at the manor surfacing, “I think you’ll do just fine with the child. I have all the confidence in the world.”

Maybe you were being overly paranoid about the whole situation.

The evening was finished in comfortable companionship between the two of you, and he’d shoo you away to bed long before it was time for the boys to come home.

After cleaning up and assuring himself that at least someone in the manor went to bed properly, he busied himself with the surveillance of the manor.

He made certain you wouldn’t be caught just because of his curiosities.

-

Through part of the night, you’d begun doing as much research into the relationship between Luthor and CADMUS as you had time for, the past few days having been spent going over only CADMUS information. That was until you got a ping on Luthor’s name written on several specific checks, and gathering as much information available. You looked for key phrases in the news cycle over the past day’s incident, as well as dating back several months. You’d even taken the chip out of your work phone and popped it into the laptop sitting on the bed in front of you, allowing network protocols to take over.

There was only so much the news would give you, so you checked in on security feeds from the area, keywords during phone calls used to see if anyone noticed, satellite intel snapshots, everything. Anything.

The time-sensitive channels still hadn’t opened, no information from other informants was anywhere in the Societies channel logs, not even the time-delayed backlogs.

Someone else was cleaning up.

-

Early morning, the best time to avoid anyone in the manor who had a night life, also just in time to get breakfast as Alfred made the first batch of the day. Though mostly for himself, he’d generally make extras as you’d often join. Heading down the foyer stairs, Terry’s barely conscious form bundled in your arms, you beelined to the kitchen, the smell your guide. “Ah, good morning Young Miss! I even made some for the Little Master, just in case,” Alfred smiled down at the boy in your arms, holding up a small bowl of minced and steamed veggies.

The kitchen was large for an older-modeled mansion, constantly rebuilt with minimal changes, but still cozy and incredibly sustainable. Between the door to the foyer and the opposite wall, where the door to the dining room was, there was a large table. Several shopping lists, foodstuffs, and cookware took up a good portion, but there as still enough room for a small few people to sit comfortably at once.

You smiled, sitting down in the chair the older male pulled out for you, then pushing you in, food for the child set on the table. You situated Terry in your arms, finding a nice spot to rest his bottom without worry of him slipping off, and reached over to spoon some of his meal to him.

Strangely, he didn’t resist much, yawning in between bites as you had to scoop up what tried to spill out of his mouth, “so, how old might you say he is? I’ve been thinking about it, perhaps about a year?” you nodded as you looked up, agreeing with Alfred as he sat down, food cooking behind him in the meantime. “I think… if not that, maybe a few months younger… he can stand, and seems okay with soft solids… I think you’re right, maybe a year?” his clothing size certainly seemed to think the same, Duke having gone to extreme lengths to get a perfectly fitted wardrobe for the boy. He even included a few different larger sizes for the coming year as well.

“Hm…” Alfred leaned on his crossed arms, rested on the table as he eyed the boy, “I suppose we could begin early development lessons with him, signing especially, but I think he can do more, words, possibly.” In response, Terry sneezed, food spraying all over the spoon and bowl in front of the two of you, his eyes still groggy as he slumped in your hold. “Oh dear,” Alfred hummed in amusement, standing to bring you a small terrycloth towel to clean up.

Terry gave a small grunt as he pushed at the cloth now cleaning his face.

“Gonna… Gonna have to get used to that…” the suddenness surprised you, you knew it was a normal human function, but you just hadn’t… expected it.

“I think there will be a great many things for you to get used to from now on, even I will have to relearn a few things. It’s been… a very long time since an infant was in this home.” He went back to finishing his and your meal, a nostalgic and wistful look masking his face. Bruce had no idea what to do with you when you were an infant handed over to him, and it amused Alfred to this day.

Thinking about it, you looked down at Terry, your chin coming to hover over his head, almost as if you were trying to nuzzle him, loud enough for only him to hear, “…mama. S… Say mama.” The child just tilted his head and cooed at you instead, reaching up to pull at your hair again ohdeargodpleasestop.

Releasing your hair from the child’s grasp and holding both of his hands in yours this time, you tried once more, “mama.”

“Mmba,” he blew a raspberry at you as he slurred his speech, becoming more fascinated with the bubbles he blew than your inquiries. “Mm… bah.” He let out a giggle, popped his lips at you and then smiled, trying, and failing thanks to your hold, to reach for your hair again. After several attempts, he settled for turning slightly, resting his head on your chest as he watched Alfred and all of the very shiny cookware.

You flushed, wanting to beam but also feeling incredibly self-conscious about the situation still, it was honestly a lot to get used to. Frowning in determination at the snuggly bug of a child, you tried a different tactic this time, “ma.” He was still more interested in the food being cooked, however, and you heaved a sigh into his head of hair. “Mma,” well, it was a start, and you repeated your previous chant of mama to him, your own eyes wide with what felt like pride.

Was this how Alfred felt?

“Mmba.” Well, as you said, it was a start. With a sigh, you went back to shoving food in his mouth, though quickly you had to wrangle the spoon from his mouth each time. “Stop… biting it, Terry…” you wondered how Conner had gotten so smart in such a short amount of time, wondering if Terry had still been too young when you took him from the bio labs at CADMUS.

“Ah, good morning Sir,” Alfred greeted, and your head shot up to see your father standing in the doorway, bags under his eyes and a yawn hidden behind the back of his hand. “Good morning, Alfred,” he stared at the older man with a frown, obviously trying not to say something. Instead, he looked at you and the child for a long moment, giving both of you a morning greeting. And even though Terry couldn’t properly respond, he did give Bruce the same challenging look as the last time.

He was looking for something out of the ordinary, however, the only thing in the room that was new was Terry, nothing else seemed to be amiss. But you could tell, looking up at him from the corner of your eyes, head still downturned, he was searching.

“Morning dad…” you tried to be light as you smiled at him, nothing is wrong.

“Daah,” Terry tried imitating, but it was lost in the rest of his babbling as he grabbed the food from the spoon. He was making another mess as he shoved it in his mouth, fingers fiddling around tongue and mushy carrots. Thankfully you still had the terrycloth to wipe at his chubby cheeks.

Bruce’s footsteps were as silent as his entrance, stopping next to you and squatting down, large hand, warm and gentle, landing on Terry’s head as he ruffled his hair, “I’d like to talk to you downstairs soon, okay?” He studied Terry for a moment, eyes as brilliant as his own, though it seemed like Bruce almost enjoyed the small head of hair in his palm. You couldn’t tell beyond the awkward chill in the air, but the two of them were giving each other knowing looks, both challenging, though Bruce couldn’t understand why Terry looked at him that way.

He made to stand up, pulling his hand away before Terry could do any damage, cheeks puffing out in a pout. “There’s something I’d like you to look into,” he spoke as he headed back towards the door, a morning coffee handed to him by Alfred, “oh, and you’re not allowed to leave the grounds for the time being. The tracker seems to be faulty.”

Considering you broke them often over the years, well, yeah, of course it was faulty.

Again.

The smile he gave you before he left was smug and you weren’t completely certain as to why, and it was making you really really nervous, “the League computers picked up something quite interesting yesterday.”

“Uh…” Ah yeah. Well heck.

Yeah, metropolis was both a huge risk AND your last outing, you were glad you took the chance though, even if your stunt escalated the situation. You were now officially on house arrest by the most observant secret-wannabe cop in the world.

Then again, there was no telling exactly what he knew.

He might be bluffing.

“Maaam… ah…” Huh? Did he just… Quickly as if borrowed from the speed force, your thoughts of Bruce and the problems at hand seemed to flee as you beamed at Terry. “Mama?”

“Mamhh.”

-

[bigR] Was able to give the drive a quick look.

[bigR] I don’t understand villains. I just don’t.

The hell did that mean?

[steph] c u soon <33

Ah, crap.

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The table before Bruce had only a few pieces of paper and only two photos. You’d come home nearly a week ago with a new addition to the family, from where he still wasn’t certain. He’d checked and there’d been no missing infant reports that matched up with him, both in looks and location. Tim seemed to be in on it, hiding secrets along with you, and holding back when Bruce would inquire about anything even remotely familiar to the situation. Tim had also been keeping busy with something the past few days, and ever since you’d come home from shopping, he seemed unable to stay still, constantly fidgeting.

Then there was yesterday, when Duke took you out shopping with the boys while Batman had been at the Womb at the League’s watchtower, digging up as much as he could. Which, unfortunately, was just the few scraps of confusing ledes in front of him. The annoying part is how well you avoided the cameras, there were only a few times where he had been able to make you out, the rest he had to guess based on your profile that day.

The subsequent events had started stacking up in a rather annoying fashion. Your tracker’d been broken since you gave everyone a scare a week ago, returning with a child in your arms and something akin to paranoia. Even Tim had been clueless (until he wasn’t), and now even his attitude was giving Bruce pause. It felt more unnerving than bad, something making Bruce’s own stomach knot when he kept coming up with dead ends.

The day you’d gone shopping, the Womb had picked up something the news hadn’t, as the news was calling it nothing more than an accident, and it was that that gave Bruce even more pause. The worst part is that he couldn’t just take a deep dive into the LexCorp building’s system, knowing that much was out of their (or his) hands.

If Cyborg found out that Batman was secretly looking into a non-incident on the League system for family-related business, then he’d never hear the end of it from Superman and the others. He’d have to go out of his way to get into the building, and right now wasn’t the best time to do so, security was increased ten-fold. He’d have to wait it out.

LexCorp wasn’t even reporting it as an incident themselves, but the fact that they were being very stringent about the details, the increase in surveillance, Bruce felt it in his gut; an obvious coverup. The problem was why, there was no way what had happened had been anything short of problematic for Lex, and yet they weren’t filing any kind of paperwork.

They did their best to act as if they didn’t care, but Batman saw all the extra measures, and he also saw the information black hole happening.

LexCorp, no doubt, was scrubbing.

What he had been able to do, however, was gather two snapshots of a black blur that sped out of the building before disappearing into the thick of the city below.

About the same area where Damian’s own tracker took a detour.

“I preferred it when you used to use electrical tape to tape a transceiver blocker to your arm to hide the trackers,” Bruce hadn’t looked up as you approached (and you were dang silent too, even Terry was being chill), “It was much less of a headache.”

“Yeah, but that was when I was a kid. Nothing I do now can hide me from you anymore, the technology is different from back then.”

“Except breaking it.”

“Except that.”

He snorted as you stopped at the table, situating Terry on your hip, and looked down at the photograph that Bruce pushed over to you. It took every bit of training not to give anything away as you picked the photo up and gave it a once-over.

“This is…?” you turned your head to see him with that smug smile from before, tapping the image in your hand with his finger, “this is what I want you to look into.” You would have bristled if you hadn’t known your father better, this was some kind of trap.

“The same day you headed off to Metropolis, intriguingly enough, the LexCorp building had a break-in,” he paused to gather more words, rolling them around on his tongue before swallowing them, I’m worried, and you’re the reason.

“A break-in? I hadn’t heard—”

“No, you wouldn’t have. LexCorp seems to be keeping it from the public knowledge.”

“Then the League computers?”

“Was able to take a few photos from another satellite, these two were the best ones I could find. One of whatever broke in as it took off flying, and another of the same building a few minutes after. No police, no fire crews, nothing.” He was watching your reactions like a hawk, unfortunately you’d played this game so often growing up (learning to lie and stay out of trouble was a skill your brothers and you freaking perfected, even if they got into trouble on purpose), that it was really very easy to just—

“Uhm, but… dad, how? You grounded me, remember? That makes gathering any kind of intel like, y’know, hard.”

The smug smile was back as he pointed at the rather established medical area, the two of you heading over together, “you’re the information broker, I’m sure you can find something useful. It’s not the first time you’ve had to gather information from behind bars, after all,” you really hated how he still felt compelled to remind you of that.

It was once, in a country where no one knew you and where records were shoddy at best.

And on purpose, dangit.

You still weren’t certain how he even found out, besides, he and your brothers had done worse by comparison.

As he began removing the old tracker, you ignored the pain, the lack of anesthetic nothing new to you, too used to it at this point. Not that it was terribly painful. He was precise in skill, second to Alfred, you were too preoccupied with keeping the child still in your lap to notice what he’d been doing prior to your arrival.

All jokes aside, he’d finally gotten ahold of something that could yield actual results.

He looked to the boy again, staring at his familiar features, at his hair, like midnight, “striking how much he looks like us.” You frowned at him.

It was a statement.

The joke wasn’t lost on him.

Or on you.

#tim drake x reader #dick grayson x reader #jason todd x reader #stephanie brown x reader #duke thomas x reader #bat!sis

[dwiankus]

MC TAG - LOVE ISLAND THE GAME SEASON 2

full name: Marissa Aunjoli Salvatore

nickname: Marissa, Ani

Age: 26

Hometown: London, United Kingdom

Born: Milan, Italian Republic

Star Sign: Taurus

Occupation: Musician (Singer)

Sexuality: Straight

Nationality/Ethnicity : British/Italian

Languages: Italian, English, Spanish

Personality Traits: Independent, Loyal, Caring, and Emotionally well balanced. She was a team player. She always comment on everything, brutally honest and that's why some people dont like to be her friend. She was outgoing and mostly like to hangout with boys than girls. She indeed value "girls code" but not like lottie, marissa also considering about other perceptives. It makes her well understanding person with mature and wise way. She can be the goofy one also "i'll do it own my way" things got her be the extra one.

Her style: Marissa loves red. She loves wearing jeans and dress. She loves wearing shoes than high heels. She usually wear simple clothes.

MC Family: Salvatore Family. Family sigil: Phoenix

- Salvatore means Savior in Italian

- Salvatore family has their popularity and known as "The Mafia Family"

- Marissa's has big family, she has 8 siblings which were Jonathan (37), Lydia (35), Vivian (34), Rocky (32), Raymond (28), her twin brother Mark (26), Keith (24), Yohannes (22), Zacky (18).

- As Italian Family, "Family matters than others"

Hidden Talents:

- sing and dance

- play piano, guitar, songwriter (almost her song was made by her based on experience)

- learned boxing and martial arts

- amazing cook (she need to be amazing cook because for reason include the siblings always spend their time on her house)

- used to be on gymnastic team (the reason why she loves spend her time at gym and can do the "back flip")

Favorite drinks:

- Red Wine made by her sister company

- Champagne

- Guava Juice

Movie and Music genres:

- she loves emotional type songs and catchy beat songs, she values her own very much.

- she loves romantic, fiction, sci-fi movies.

- her favorites series: 13 reasons why, sex education, the good place, the crown, orange is the new black, stranger things, friends

- her favorites movies: a star is born, call me by your name, nanny mcphee, titanic, the parent trap

Favorite food: She can eat anything very well. She loves ice cream and cakes.

Favorite place: night park, amusement park, aquarium, top of mountain, her old cabin. She loves nature and loves her home. She prefer forest than beach.

Some things her values the most: Family, Friendship, Soulmate or Lover.

LI: Bobby McKenzie

Behind the story, prequel the Love Island:

- marissa was very close to her lovely sister, Vivian because Lydia was a type of "brickwall" Sister.

- she went to love island with her advice and without lydia's approval, yeah thats over line because lydia still a leader of the pack in sisters side. Jon was the leader of the siblings and very close to Lydia, so they kinda team up on this one. "Marissa will not going to stupid love show just to find her soulmate". Yeah they were protective to her.

- she went to love island with vivian and mark supports.

Past relationship:

- Marissa used to be married by "politic" when she was 20, divorced 2 years later let marissa brokenhearted (yes one sided love). The man never came back because he already married with another woman, her so-well-ex-bestie. It became the reason she prefer hangout with boys than girls.

Face claims: Julia Adamenko

Well that's it! my lovely MC from LITG S2😘

Tell me your opinion about her, thank you❤

#love island the game #litg #litg season 2 #litg bobby #mc tag #litg s2 #julia adamenko

[sun-moon-stars-jedi]

Batfam Ficrecs - Part 5

Because you can never read enough Batfam fanfics, here’s another Reclist with relatively new stories. Hope you find something you enjoy =D

You can find my previous lists here.

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First Gear by nanami (Gen, 4.0K, Rated Gen): Jason never learned how to drive a car and now Damian is the one to teach him. It goes...pretty well, actually. Funny and sweet story about Jason and Damian just being brothers.

Your Emergency by shanahane (Gen, 6.1K, Rated Teen): How Dick meets his three brothers by answering their 911 calls. This is such an amazing take on a no-cape AU, seriously, everything fits so perfectly and the idea is really cool. The story is part of a series, although they are (mostly) stand-alones, so don’t let that stop you.

How Lucky We Are to Be Alive Right Now by Sohotthateveryonedied (Gen, 1.2K, Rated Gen): Dick is wearing the original Robin costume from his early days in the boots and cape. The outfit is at least two sizes too small, the cape only reaching the small of his back. Upon further inspection, Bruce can see that he waxed his legs for this. Jesus Christ. This is so sweet and funny, just prime Batfam content all around.

Acts of Kindness by Perizhad (Gen, 3.1K, Not Rated): Jason first meets Robin lost in the middle of Crime Alley and tries to save him from whatever pervert put him in that costume. Jason’s good heart won’t let him stop helping Robin, even though he thinks it’s not a good idea, and this is all around just a very nice take on Jason joining the family (ABO universe). If you like this story, also check out A Warmer Nest by the same author.

Home Run by iselsis (Gen, 6.0K, Rated Teen): Jason escapes the League, but he doesn't do it without stealing Talia's kid on the way out. Now he just has to get home. Jason reuniting with his family never gets old and here it is done especially sweet. The addition of toddler Damian makes it even more perfect.

His Head is Bloody, but Unbowed by gunpowder_and_pearls (Gen, 17.1K, Rated Teen): Jason was smart enough to walk away when he saw the Batmobile, all those years ago. So why wasn't he smart enough to just keep walking when he sees a crumpled form in an alley? Another great version of Jason joining the family, years later than in canon. This story deals with some heavier topics, so check out the tags first, but I absolutely loved the characterization of everyone here, so give it a try.

buried birds by envysparkler (Gen, 5.9K, Rated Teen): Tim wakes up in a coffin and only Jason answers his calls for help. I’m pretty sure if you like the Batfam and hurt/comfort you already know envysparkler’s work because every story is amazing, but I still wanted to rec this one. It is just so good!

Fairy Godbrother by envysparkler (Gen, 16.8K+, Rated Teen): The Batboys meddle interdimansionally to fix their family. Another absolutely amazing work by envysparkler.

The Demon in the Details Series by SalParadiseLost (Gen, 42K+, Rated Teen): Jason is an incubus and as such needs to feed on emotions (no worries, there is nothing sexual happening here). This series is such an interesting AU with a very nice bit of world-building and great character dynamics.

Thanks Dickhead by TheMutantHonk (Gen, 0.8K, Rated Teen): The chandelier no longer supports Dick like it used to. Short and sweet Batfam story.

My Brother’s Keeper by RandomReader13 (Gen, 4.3K, Rated Teen): Jason is talked into picking Damian up from school and it ends in violence - but in a good way! Protective big brother Jason is amazing in this. He’d never admit it, but he loves his little brother.

Reverse Robins Series by InsaneTrollLogic (Gen and M/M, 51.4K, Rated Gen to M): As the name says, a reverse Robins AU with Damian as the oldest Batkid. This series is a little bit older so you may already know it, but I just recently found it and was so amazed by the writing, I just had to rec it. The only pairing is Damian/Jon, although most of the series focuses on the Batfam.

#batfam #jason todd #dick grayson #bruce wayne #damian wayne #tim drake #ficrec #batfamily #batman #batman ficrec