The red headed boy run into Southside high. Ghoulies looked at him oddly and serpents glared at him.
“Archie? What the hell are you doing here?” Jughead quizzed him.
“It’s Mayor McCoy! She’s rounding up all the serpents. You gotta go jug!”
“Oi!” Sweet Pea walked up to the red headed boy, pushing him slightly, “What are you doing here.
“You have to g-”
Archie couldn’t finished what he started. For the mayor, trailed by cops, started walking into the school. First they got fangs, securing him in handcuffs. They ran after Toni, slamming her into the ground.
“In contrast to the opulent interior, with its voluptuous curves and gilded surfaces, the space just outside of it is the exact opposite- cold fluorescent lights flicker onto hard concrete walls covered with fading puck rock posters, like a club that has taken over an abandoned underground bunker…We have designed the lobby and entrance path to be of the "other” Russian aesthetic- rather than lush, czarist Russia, its post-Cold War era.
For us, the contrast between outside and inside was important to define spatially, and is the reason for the two environments- its literally “war” and “peace.” Inspired by Dave’s lyrics: “There’s a war going on out there somewhere,” and “The war can’t touch us here.” -Mimi Lien, A Total Environment
“This is our year!” Stiles cheered as he scored and rounded the team so he could take his spot next to Scott.
“Dude we’re only practising and have you seen the new teams this year!” Scott chuckled despite joining in his friend’s enthusiasm.
“Yeah but the old teams back, we’ve got you, Jackson and Isaac and I’m on a winning streak!” Stiles frowned when Scott seemed distracted by something but ignored it and went for another shot, grinning at his friend when he scored.
“You lot take a lap then hit the showers!” Coach called and headed back inside.
“Can you guys smell that?” Isaac asked as he jogged up to the pair.
Loosening the Knots of Anger Through Mindfulness Practice
by Thich Nhat Hanh
To be happy, to me, is to suffer less. If we were not capable of transforming the pain within ourselves, happiness would not be possible.
Many people look for happiness outside themselves, but true happiness must come from inside of us. Our culture tells us that happiness comes from having a lot of money, a lot of power and a high position in society. But if you observe carefully, you will see that many rich and famous people are not happy. Many of them commit suicide.
The Buddha and the monks and nuns of his time did not own anything except their three robes and one bowl. But they were very happy, because they had something extremely precious: freedom.
According to the Buddha’s teachings, the most basic condition for happiness is freedom. Here we do not mean political freedom, but freedom from the mental formations of anger, despair, jealousy and delusion. These mental formations are described by the Buddha as poisons. As long as these poisons are still in our heart, happiness cannot be possible.
In order to be free from anger, we have to practice, whether we are Christian, Muslim, Buddhist, Hindu or Jewish. We cannot ask the Buddha, Jesus, God or Mohammed to take anger out of our hearts for us. There are concrete instructions on how to transform the craving, anger and confusion within us. If we follow these instructions and learn to take good care of our suffering, we can help others do the same.
THE KNOTS OF ANGER
In our consciousness there are blocks of pain, anger and frustration called internal formations. They are also called knots because they tie us up and obstruct our freedom.
When someone insults us or does something unkind to us, an internal formation is created in our consciousness. If you don’t know how to undo the internal knot and transform it, the knot will stay there for a long time. And the next time someone says something or does something to you of the same nature, that internal formation will grow stronger. As knots or blocks of pain in us, our internal formations have the power to push us, to dictate our behaviour.
After a while, it becomes very difficult for us to transform, to undo the knots, and we cannot ease the constriction of this crystallised formation. The Sanskrit word for internal formation is samyojana. It means “to crystallise.” Every one of us has internal formations that we need to take care of. With the practice of meditation we can undo these knots and experience transformation and healing.
Not all internal formations are unpleasant. There are also pleasant internal formations, but they can still make us suffer. When you taste, hear or see something pleasant, then that pleasure can become a strong internal knot. When the object of your pleasure disappears, you miss it and you begin searching for it. You spend a lot of time and energy trying to experience it again. If you smoke marijuana or drink alcohol and begin to like it, then it becomes an internal formation in your body and in your mind. You cannot get it off your mind. You will always look for more. The strength of the internal knot is pushing you and controlling you. So internal formations deprive us of our freedom.
Falling in love is a big internal formation. Once you are in love, you only think of the other person. You are not free anymore. You cannot do anything; you cannot study, you cannot work, you cannot enjoy the sunshine or the beauty of nature around you. You can only think of the object of your love. That is why we speak about it as a kind of accident: “falling in love.” You fall down. You are not stable anymore because you have gotten into an accident. So love can also be an internal knot.
Pleasant or unpleasant, both kinds of knots take away our liberty. That is why we should guard our body and our mind very carefully, to prevent these knots from taking root in us. Drugs, alcohol and tobacco can create internal formations in our body. And anger, craving, jealousy, despair can create internal formations in our mind.
TRAINING IN AGGRESSION
Anger is an internal formation, and since it makes us suffer, we try our best to get rid of it. Psychologists like the expression, “getting it out of your system.” And they speak about venting anger, like ventilating a room filled with smoke. Some psychologists say that when the energy of anger arises in you, you should ventilate it by hitting a pillow, kicking something, or by going into the forest to yell and shout.
As a kid you were not supposed to say certain swear words. Your parents may not have allowed you to say these words because they are harmful, they damage relationships. So you went into the woods or to an isolated place and shouted these words very clearly, very strongly, in order to relieve the feeling of oppression. This is also venting.
People who use venting techniques like hitting a pillow or shouting are actually rehearsing anger. When someone is angry and vents their anger by hitting a pillow, they are learning a dangerous habit. They are training in aggression. Instead, our approach is to generate the energy of mindfulness and embrace anger every time it manifests.
TREATING ANGER WITH TENDERNESS
Mindfulness does not fight anger or despair. Mindfulness is there in order to recognise. To be mindful of something is to recognise that something is there in the present moment. Mindfulness is the capacity of being aware of what is going on in the present moment. “Breathing in, I know that anger has manifested in me; breathing out, I smile towards my anger.” This is not an act of suppression or of fighting. It is an act of recognising. Once we recognise our anger, we embrace it with a lot of awareness, a lot of tenderness.
When it is cold in your room, you turn on the heater, and the heater begins to send out waves of hot air. The cold air doesn’t have to leave the room for the room to become warm. The cold air is embraced by the hot air and becomes warm — there’s no fighting at all between them.
We practice taking care of our anger in the same way. Mindfulness recognises anger, is aware of its presence, accepts and allows it to be there. Mindfulness is like a big brother who does not suppress his younger brother’s suffering. He simply says, “Dear brother, I’m here for you.” You take your younger brother in your arms and you comfort him. This is exactly our practice.
Imagine a mother getting angry with her baby and hitting him when he cries. That mother does not know that she and her baby are one. We are mothers of our anger and we have to help our baby, our anger, not fight and destroy it. Our anger is us and our compassion is also us. To meditate does not mean to fight. In Buddhism, the practice of meditation should be the practice of embracing and transforming, not of fighting.
USING ANGER, USING SUFFERING
To grow the tree of enlightenment, we must make good use of our afflictions, our suffering. It is like growing lotus flowers; we cannot grow a lotus on marble. We cannot grow a lotus without mud.
Practitioners of meditation do not discriminate against or reject their internal formations. We do not transform ourselves into a battle field, good fighting evil. We treat our afflictions, our anger, our jealousy with a lot of tenderness. When anger comes up in us, we should begin to practice mindful breathing right away: “Breathing in, I know that anger is in me. Breathing out, I am taking good care of my anger.” We behave exactly like a mother: “Breathing in, I know that my child is crying. Breathing out, I will take good care of my child.” This is the practice of compassion.
If you don’t know how to treat yourself with compassion, how can you treat another person with compassion? When anger arises, continue to practice mindful breathing and mindful walking to generate the energy of mindfulness. Continue to embrace tenderly the energy of anger within you. Anger may continue to be there for sometime, but you are safe, because the Buddha is in you, helping you to take good care of your anger. The energy of mindfulness is the energy of the Buddha. When you practice mindful breathing and embrace your anger, you are under the protection of the Buddha. There is no doubt about it: the Buddha is embracing you and your anger with a lot of compassion.
GIVING AND RECEIVING MINDFULNESS ENERGY
When you are angry, when you feel despair, you practice mindful breathing, mindful walking, to generate the energy of mindfulness. This energy allows you to recognize and embrace your painful feelings. And if your mindfulness is not strong enough, you ask a brother or a sister in the practice to sit close to you, to breathe with you, to walk with you in order to support you with his or her mindfulness energy.
Practicing mindfulness does not mean that you have to do everything on your own. You can practice with the support of your friends. They can generate enough mindfulness energy to help you take care of your strong emotions.
We can also support others with our mindfulness when they are in difficulty. When our child is drowning in a strong emotion, we can hold his or her hand and say, “My dear one, breathe. Breathe in and out with mommy, with daddy.” We can also invite our child to do walking meditation with us, gently taking her hand and helping her calm down, with each step. When you give your child some of your mindfulness energy, she will be able to calm down very quickly and embrace her emotions.
RECOGNISING, EMBRACING, RELIEVING THE SUFFERING OF ANGER
The first function of mindfulness is to recognise, not to fight. “Breathing in, I know that anger has manifested in me. Hello, my little anger.” And breathing out, “I will take good care of you.”
Once we have recognised our anger, we embrace it. This is the second function of mindfulness and it is a very pleasant practice. Instead of fighting, we are taking good care of our emotion. If you know how to embrace your anger, something will change.
It is like cooking potatoes. You cover the pot and then the water will begin to boil. You must keep the stove on for at least twenty minutes for the potatoes to cook. Your anger is a kind of potato and you cannot eat a raw potato.
Mindfulness is like the fire cooking the potatoes of anger. The first few minutes of recognising and embracing your anger with tenderness can bring results. You get some relief. Anger is still there, but you do not suffer so much anymore, because you know how to take care of your baby. So the third function of mindfulness is soothing, relieving. Anger is there, but it is being taken care of. The situation is no longer in chaos, with the crying baby left all alone. The mother is there to take care of the baby and the situation is under control.
KEEPING MINDFULNESS ALIVE
And who is this mother? The mother is the living Buddha. The capacity of being mindful, the capacity of being understanding, loving and caring is the Buddha in us. Every time we are capable of generating mindfulness, it makes the Buddha in us a reality. With the Buddha in you, you have nothing to worry about anymore. Everything will be fine if you know how to keep the Buddha within you alive.
It is important to recognise that we always have the Buddha in us. Even if we are angry, unkind or in despair, the Buddha is always within us. This means we always have the potential to be mindful, to be understanding, to be loving.
We need to practice mindful breathing or walking in order to touch the Buddha within us. When you touch the seed of mindfulness that lies in your consciousness, the Buddha will manifest in your mind consciousness and embrace your anger. You don’t have to worry; just continue to practice breathing or walking to keep the Buddha alive. Then everything will be fine. The Buddha recognises. The Buddha embraces. The Buddha relieves, and the Buddha looks deeply into the nature of anger. The Buddha understands. And this understanding will bring about transformation.
The energy of mindfulness contains the energy of concentration, as well as the energy of insight. Concentration helps you to focus on just one thing. With concentration, the energy of looking becomes more powerful.
Because of that it can make a breakthrough that is insight. Insight always has the power of liberating you. If mindfulness is there, and you know how to keep mindfulness alive, concentration will be there too. And if you know how to keep concentration alive, insight will also come. So mindfulness recognises, embraces and relieves. Mindfulness helps us look deeply in order to gain insight. Insight is the liberating factor. It is what frees us and allows transformation to happen. This is the Buddhist practice of taking care of anger.
Every time you give your internal formations a bath of mindfulness, the blocks of pain in you become lighter and less dangerous. So give your anger, your despair, your sorrow a bath of mindfulness every day — that is your practice. If mindfulness is not there, it is very unpleasant to have these seeds come up. But if you know how to generate the energy of mindfulness, it is very healing to invite them up every day and embrace them. And after several days or weeks of bringing them up daily and helping them go back down again, you create good circulation in your psyche, and the symptoms of mental illness will begin to disappear.
Mindfulness does the work of massaging your internal formations, your blocks of suffering. You have to allow them to circulate, and this is possible only if you are not afraid of them. If you learn not to fear your knots of suffering, you can learn how to embrace them with the energy of mindfulness, and transform them.
Jon Snow and Daenerys Targaryen had arrived at Winterfell with their respective parties some days ago. The Starks had a warm reunion, and eventually met with the mother of dragons. Jon had not told anyone about his affection for her, but he knew some of them already suspected. The pair had kept to themselves in public, and did not share a room on their first night. They held court and meetings until the sky was dark.
On the second night, however, Daenerys was the one to knock on his door. He had called for her to enter, expecting someone else, but he gladly bolted the door shut when he saw her. They kissed sweetly and undressed hurriedly. After they finished each other, they laid the entangled on the bed, gasping for breath and laughing. After some light banter, they fell asleep with soft smiles on their faces.
The cold woke Daenerys in the early morning, as the sun began to peek through the tower’s window. She seated up and looked at Jon, who was awake, watching her silently. He ran his palm across her arm, and she leaned down into his chest for warmth.
“Hmm,” she said happily, “Do you think Winter could hold off today? I’d like to spend my day here.”
Jon chuckled, “I doubt it, since its already snowing outside.”
Daenerys let out a soft gasp and sat up again. The cold air left goosebumps on her naked skin. Her eyes made out the white flakes as the sun rose higher. Jon snickered at her interest, and raised his hand to caress her arm again.
“If I’d had known you’d liked snow so much, perhaps I would have knocked on your door sooner,” he mused.
Dany tore her gaze off the window and lowered herself back on his chest. Her fingers trailed lazy circles on the thin hairs above his heart.
She smiled, “You should have, though I don’t think I would have allowed it.“
Dany pressed a kiss on his largest scar and allowed her lips to linger, brushing the angry red wound under them. Jon tensed under her touch, so she moved away in concern.
“Do they still pain you?”
Daenerys knew he had taken a knife in the heart for his people, but Ser Davos had also said he gave his own life. It was clear these were wounds no man could survive, but he felt alive and strong under her weight. Dany had never dared to ask before, but the question tugged at her mind more than she liked.
“It happened at Castle Black,” Jon said, as if reading her thoughts.
She swallowed, “Was there a battle?”
He closed his eyes and let out a shaky breath, “There had been a battle, at Hardhome. It was where the free folk settled when they ran away from the army of the dead. The Night’s Watch managed to sail some of them back to safety, under my order. My men, they-” he took a deep breath, “-I was the first Lord Commander that wanted to protect our enemy. The wildlings had killed so many of our own, my brothers saw it as treason. They lured me out of my tower, to a place no one could hear, and …”
Jon reached for her hand and placed it over his heart. It was beating wildly under her palm. He still hadn’t told her how he came to back amongst the living, but she decided to wait for him to tell her when he was ready. Daenerys meet his eyes, and let out a shaky breath. She moved forward and gave him a gentle kiss, then leaned her forehead against his own, feeling his uneven breathing on her skin.
“You’re the best man I’ve ever known, Jon Snow,” Dany said in a low voice.
Daenerys kissed under his jaw, below his ear, to the hollow of his neck. Jon buried his hands in her hair as she kissed him all over. When she reached the first scar, she lifted their hands and kissed the back side of his hand as well. When her lips brushed his wound, he flinched slightly, but dug his fingers deeper into her hair. She met his gaze.
“You’re going to make a fine king.”
Jon sat up, pulled her face towards him, and bit her lip gently before kissing her again. She shifted her legs so that they were on either side of him, but before she could do anything else, he disentangled his own from under her and pushed her down gently, so that her head rested at the foot of the bed. She gasped softly when he moved down on her. He placed his hands on either side of her, so that his weight would not crush her as he moved on top.
She felt a carnal excitement surge through her when he pressed his lips on hers again, curling her arm over his neck and taking a fistful of his curls. They were both eager in their love making that morning, and though the fire had died out and the room felt brisk, they were both slick in sweat after finishing each other.
Jon rolled off her, trying to regain his breaths, but Daenerys crawled on top of him once more to give him a breathless kiss. He let out a weak chuckle as she collapsed on his chest. He ran his hand over her back with one hand and massaged her hair with the other. The skin and sweat had cooled down, and the sun had finally risen in the sky, but Dany did not move to get ready. She was content with tracing his chest again.
“We’ve never talked about it before,” Jon said quietly.
He cleared his throat, “Marriage, me being a king, we’ve never truly discussed it.”
There was a silent pause. His tone was light, but his hands had stopped stroking her hair.
“Well, you’re already a king, and a great one. When I first met you, I couldn’t understand why you wouldn’t bend the knee, but I do now. Its not because you like your crown, but because you love your people, and you want whats best for them.”
He breathed in, and shifted uncomfortably, “Even so, we’ve never really …”
This time, she was the one to freeze, “Oh, I just thought- we both understood that the war comes first, and whatever we might wish for ourself comes after, but you’re right. We’ve never discussed it.”
She lifted herself off his chest and looked at him. She had come to know the love and sadness in his eyes, yet it unsettled her to see it there all the same.
Embarrassed, she looked away, “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have assumed-”
“No,” he said, grabbing her hand, “You were right to assume. I might not be a Stark, but its my duty to defend the North, to keep my family safe.-” he took a deep breath, “But I do want to be at your side.”
Jon licked his lips anxiously, “Before my father took my sisters to King’s Landing, I was the first one that wanted to leave. I left for the Wall to become someone more than Ned Stark’s bastard; then I became the Lord Commander. They might have put a knife in my heart, but they were still my brothers, and I failed them. I didn’t want to be King in the North, and I knew you’d be a better Queen to them that I ever could. I know how to win battles with a sword, Daenerys, not a crown. I don’t think I can be the King you need.”
She sighed, and moved a curl away from his face.
“I wont force you to do anything you don’t want to do,” She swore.
He let out a frustrated breath, “Daenerys, I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want to stay at your side, I just-” He cupped her face and sank his fingers into her hair, “I don’t know how I’m going to-”
“Shhh,” Daenerys soothed, placing her hand over his, “I understand, its alright. We wont arrange a marriage any time soon, hmm? But I’d like to stay with you for as long as I can, if you’ll allow it.”
“Allow it? I don’t think I could put you aside, ” He let out an exasperated breath, “I wish we could stay here, with my family. The Northmen will come to love you, you’d be their Queen.”
“Queen in the North?” she said, smiling weakly despite herself, “You know we’ll never be safe until I take back my father’s throne.”
Jon kissed the top of her head, “I know.”
They were charged with planing for winter’s arrival and the oncoming war. That morning in court, they had discussed food portioning, war strategy, and delegated tasks that had to be taken care of before the dead reached them. But an intriguing matter was brought up.
Jon sat in high table with Daenerys on his side, and their counselors around them. The High lords had been cold to her, but not enough to start discord. Only those close to the King and Queen knew of his relenting the North, as they didn’t see fit to tell the other lords yet. That particular day, one of his banner men brought up some bitter news.
“Your Grace, some riots have broken out amongst the Winter Town folk and the Northern soldiers. We are told that the soldiers tried to quiet down the folly spreading through the taverns as they were bid, but the people lashed against them. No one died, but the town’s people ask you to release the singer from his cell,” the man said.
Jon looked around expectantly, trying to understand what had been said. He was not the only one.
“Pardon, my Lord, but what singer?” Daenerys asked.
“It seems he was popular amongst the lowborn. One of my men was nearly killed yesterday by the small folk, not welcome there, they say. They’re angry that the singer was taken,” the lord said, but did not answer the question.
“Your Grace, I took it upon myself to forbid the tale from spreading any further by having the bard captured,” Lord Glover said, “I ask your permission to hang him under your name for his folly.”
Jon looked to his side, wondering if Sansa knew what Lord Glover meant. She seemed to understand some of his confusion.
“My brother is not a cruel man, my Lord. It is ill of you to ask him to hang a man for writing a song. We are planning a war here, and have little time to deal with these concerns,” she said.
“Lady Sansa is right,” Varys said softly, “I would ask her Grace to order this man’s release, and let his song give spirit to the people.”
Daenerys opened her mouth to speak, but Jorah cut in.
“The singer should be sparred, your Grace, but there should be a punishment for any man spreading the song and its falsehoods.”
She held up her hand to silence them, “I’ve not heard any songs, ill or otherwise. I’m afraid I don’t know what the lords are referring to.”
“Aye, me neither, but we should be focusing on bigger matters,” Jon said, “What song could possible be worth bringing up at times like these?”
There was an uneasy pause, as men looked at each other in anticipation, waiting for someone else to explain the contents of the song. Finally, Lady Lyanna Mormont cleared her throat.
“Your Grace, you should hear it to its entirety before making a decision on the man’s life,” she called.
Jon was impatient to be over the matter. Did they not understand how little a song mattered? He looked at Daenerys, and she nodded, equally as restless.
“Bring the bard here,” Lord Glover commanded his men, “and be quick about it.”
Sansa leaned in and spoke to Jon and Daenerys in a low voice, “I don’t think you should hear it now, Jon. Its just a lot of pretty nonsense put into a song. You should talk to this bard later.”
Jon tapped his fingers on the table, “No, I’d like to end any insignificant affair that could distract the lords now. We need to focus on what really matters.”
Daenerys nodded in agreement, “The White Walkers are coming, Lady Stark, there are more important things than songs, allow us to sort this quickly.”
“Of Course, Your Grace, but-”
Sansa’s words were interrupted by the opening of the main doors, as Lord Glover’s men poured into the hall, followed by a shaking man with a harp. The man kneeled before them and bowed his head.
“Please,” me murmured, “I didn’t mean no offense to no one, Your Graces. I didn’t think- I didn’t know they were going to sing it so much.”
“As it happens, neither one of us has heard your song. You need not fear for your life, but I cannot promise you that we will be happy if you have spread false tales,” Daenerys said, firmly but not unkindly.
“It is full of folly, I’m afraid,” Lord Royce said.
Jon did not voice his annoyance, but encouraged the singer to go on and be done with it.
“Please, your Grace, I won’t sing ever again if that is what you wish, but please-”
“The Queen has already granted your life, and I have no wish to hurt you. We ask you go to Winter Town, and put an end to all this nonsense,” Jon said.
“But I will ask to hear it once, just to know if we’re being fair,” Daenerys added.
Once the bard realized his life was no longer in risk, he raised his harp with shaking hands and looked to Lord Glover.
“Go on, boy, the King has given you a command,” he urged, even though it had been Daenerys that gave the command. The bard nodded, taking a deep breath before beginning his ballad.
“The crows sing a song, about the bastard wolf
Their somber commander, man as cold as his name,
Unyielding and mighty as the Wall many’ve died to protect!
His corpse left by brothers, bled through the night,
‘Til he was kissed back to life, to take back his northland.
‘N the Wolf’s Winter brought end to turncoats’ days.”
Jon Snow took a deep, shaky breath, and lowered his gaze to the table. His jaw clenched taut as the bard continued his song. There were faint murmurs in the hall, but the King in the North did nothing to stop them.
“The serfs sing the song of their mother, the dragon
Whose fire burned those that put chains ‘round their necks.
Her power was great, ‘n her pursuit even greater,
As all wicked turned to ash by her Grace with the snow-kissed hair.
Like her blood before her, she flew ‘cross the sea
To take back what the lions had stolen”
Tyrion Lannister shifted on his chair. Daenerys kept a cool expression on her face during that verse, but her throat went dry as the song continued.
“And nearly they died by her fiery breath,
but the distant Wolf’s howling disrupted her reign.
The Queen took ‘er dragons, 'n flew past the wall
To save the lives of her sweet wolf 'n all his men
The pair fled from death, weeping 'n bleeding
After watching a dragon fall to its death.
And now the Bastard King waits for the Others,
The Silver Queen at his side, now his beloved,
And Snow kissed more than just her hair.”
It was well-sung, but there were no cheers. No one missed the implications of the song. The Queen looked straight ahead at the bard, but she did not seem to see him, her thoughts scrambling in her head. Whatever she had been expecting, this had not been it. Jon Snow still glared down at the table, unmoving.
“Like we said, Your Grace, folly,” Lord Royce said, breaking the silence.
“If it had been about me, I’d already cut the singer’s tongue for it,” Lord Glover agreed.
“When you tear out a man’s tongue, you are not proving him a liar, you’re only telling the world that you fear what he might say,” Tyrion argued.
Conscious of how foolish he must look, Jon raised his head to look into the bard’s eyes. The man had begun trembling again, but Jon’s eyes flickered with recognition.
“Who are you?” he demanded.
“My father was captain on the ship his Grace took to Eastwatch. The wildlings there said, well they said you were stabbed by the Night’s watch ‘cause you let them through the wall. I didn’t believe ‘em at first, your Grace, but after the Queen brought you from beyond the wall, I was one of the men that carried you to your cabin. You were nearly frozen to death, so they took off the furs and I saw-” his eyes widened at the memory, “I saw ‘em wounds on your chest. No man could survive those wounds, so I knew they was telling the truth.”
The Lords scrutinized their King, waiting to hear him to deny or accept the tale, but he said nothing. Tyrion’s words kept ringing in his ears. Did he fear what the man said? Should he openly accept …
“Why come here?” Daenerys asked, “Why write that song? Why not stay in your father’s ship?”
“I saw the dead man in our ship, Your Grace, and I saw you fly over us to save the King’s life. I told my father that if our King and Queen were willing to fight for the North, I should do the same.”
“Yet you come North, to besmirch the King’s honor!” A lord called out, “Painting him as a green boy and suggesting that he would ever lie with some foreign woman, -” he sneered, “Not to mention, a Targaryen.”
Jon moved as if to stand up, but Daenerys pulled his hand under the table.
“Don’t,” she murmured under her breath, letting his hand fall quickly.
“I did not sail from Dragonstone with Daenerys so she could be insulted,” he said angrily.
The bard seemed to think the comment was for him, “Was only a love song,” the bard reasoned, “Songs give men courage to remember what they’re fighting for, your Grace.”
“Well it certainly took a fool’s courage to sing that madness,” Tyrion said to the singer, “Give us your word that you will go to Winter Town and appease the tension. You will stop singing your song, and you will tell everyone that you see that the implications of it are lies.”
The bard said nothing, only stood nervously, gazing at the King and Queen, then around the room.
“Boy, apologize to the King!” Snarled Lord Glover.
He kneeled slowly before them again, but the King in the North spoke up.
“There is nothing to apologize for; Daenerys and her dragons saved my life, that much was true,” he admitted loudly, “As she will fly to save all of yours from the Night King. But none of you seem to understand what’s coming-” he stood up and motioned at the Queen, raising his voice, “-WE’ve seen it! The war is at our gates, my Lords, how can I hope to defend the North when my own men focus on prattling and imprisoning singers?”
“Your Grace, what this boy has done is a great offense. My men are making sure that your name is not-”
“While it is admirable of you to try and clear the King’s name,” Tyrion interrupted loudly, “We shouldn’t lose our heads over the tales of a tavern singer. We have much more important matters to discuss today. Give the boy his freedom and let this go, Lord Glover.”
The prickly lord stood up, “I am loyal to the King, not to a Lannister dwarf appointed by the Mad King’s daughter.”
“Oh, you will release him,” Daenerys announced, “I know all about your loyalty’s worth, Lord Glover. If the Starks wouldn’t have taken back the North without your help, you would still be licking the dirt off of Bolton’s boots. Save your tales of loyalty until after the war is won.“
Lord Glover’s voice boomed, "MY HOUSE has served House Stark faithfully for generations, girl! We fought with Lord Stark not long ago to kill Dragonspawn just like your-”
“SEVEN HELLS,” Jon roared, “Daenerys is my guest. She’s the last living Targaryen, and your rightful Queen-” Jon turned to see her eyes for the first time since hearing the song. His pulse quickened as the choice was made, damned the consequences, “-She is to be my wife, and I’ll ask you to respect her name and mind your tongue!”
The words had taken everyone aback, even Daenerys herself didn’t know who to look. She peeked at Tyrion’s accusing stare, and couldn’t help but to suppress a smile. Lord Glover was dumbfounded.
His eyes shifted resentfully, “So the song-”
“Oh piss on your song!” Arya Stark exclaimed, turning heads, “My brother is fighting a bloody war here, its no one’s place to tell him who to marry, specially if his bride will mount her dragons to battle. She speaks truly, Lord Glover, as far as I know, you are as loyal to House Stark as Lord Baelish pretended to be, and I’m sure you wouldn’t want to join him!”
Sansa cleared her throat, “Do as you were bid, my Lord, and release the man.”
Lord Glover’s hand twitched near the handle of his sword, but he nodded complacently to his men. They bowed to the King, and exited the great hall. Jon gave a curt nod, and let out an icy breath.
“Thank you, Your Grace, Seven blessings,” the bard said, scurrying out of the Great Hall.
“You can take your leave now, My Lords,” Daenerys said politely, “We will summon you again if we receive any new information.”
Lord Glover was the first one to leave, in silent anger. The hall emptied quickly enough after that, until only the small council and Lady Lyanna Mormont remained. She approached the high table.
“It would like to congratulate the King and Queen on their betrothal,” she said decisively, “And to let them know that House Mormont will stand by their rule, now and always.”
“Aye,” Ser Jorah Mormont agreed, thought solemnly, “Now and Always.”
The small Lady bowed, and excused herself out of the hall. Jon offered Daenerys his arm, and she took it.
“I, uh,” he began, “I’m sorry it was so sudden.”
The comment was meant for Daenerys, but Tyrion stood up, exasperated, “Yes, well, the two of you could have at least told me. I am the Queen’s hand.”
Daenerys smiled, “I would have told you, My Lord, but I didn’t know myself,” she looked at the Stark sisters, “I’m sorry you had to find out this way, I would have rather you heard the news in a different circumstance.”
Arya shrugged, “Jon’s never been a proper Lord, why start now?” She gave Daenerys a rare smile, “If Jon married someone, I’m glad its you, Your Grace.”
“Yes,” Sansa said pleasantly, “I don’t think Arya could have stomached any obedient Lady.”
Tyrion stood up, “Then its good our Queen isn’t either of those things,” He turned to Jon, half-smiling, “I had hoped you left your bad habit of abrupt announcements in King’s Landing, but congratulations are in order, Bastard.”
“Oh, I doubt that habit will stop,” Davos chuckled, standing up. He clapped Jon in the back, “My compliments to the King and Queen.”
Both Jon and Daenerys were extremely grateful at their words, and gave them their thanks. They made their way outside together. He led her to the Godswood, to have a private word with her. Daenerys was humming softly as the snow fell on her hair. Jon brushed the snow off of the wide tree trunk at the foot of the hot springs. Daenerys was about to sit at his side when he pulled her on his lap. She yelped, and only after she stopped humming did he realize it was the tune of their new song.
“I thought you didn’t want to be King,” She said, breathlessly.
He grinned down at her, “I’ll do my best, but I think you’ll be enough for the both of us.”
Dany snaked her arms around him for support, and Jon sighed contently, lowering his lips to meet hers.
Can you,,,,give me some more,,, autistic! Nico headcannons?? I just,,,I NEED them ~Local autistic boi
>:3c little did u know, local autistic boi, that I am Always Here To Dispense My Autistic Nico Headcanons
• he CANT eat warm food cold like. pizza is supposta be WARM and here u are tryna convince me its fine cold??? fuck no the feeling is WRONG
•sometimes there is a smell so Bad™ that he kinda gag-chokes w/out thinking and he feels Really Bad about it cause he feels like hes bein ungrateful (he still lowkey blames himself whenever he exhibits symptoms like this my poor child …….)
•nico: *blames himself for exhibiting symptoms*
reyna: *nico senses Tingling*
reyna: *NYOOM ZOOMS ACROSS THE COUNTRY, SMASHES THE HADES CABIN WINDOW* SHUT THE FUKC YUO R MOUTHH
•(real talk,,,,,,,,,,,,, Autistic Reyna tho 👀👀👀)
((i am here to rub my filthy gay autistic hands on everythinf in reach))
•nico hears the words “Autism Speaks” and loses 10 years off his life span, also kills all the flowers within a five foot radius
•sometimes words jus. dont Happen for him and he is left gesturing in frustration
•”YOU kNO W,,,, LIK E ,, JUST????,,,, *AGRESSIVE HAND FLAPS*”
•ALSO CONSIDER AUTISTIC ANNABETH honestly im lowkey projecting on all my faves rn i just want them to be Relatable™ to my worn and broken autistic sou l
•he has a Very Difficult Time speaking to and even, like, looking at people in the mornings so he gets he breakfast an hour early
•srsly tho some other demigods eatin their frosted flakes at 5 am? Bad Time™™™ they r like “hi nico” and hes like “mhmrdfmkmd mmhrfUCK You,,, FUCK!!!! “ and then he snatches he coffee and a pastry and Absconds To His Cabin
•he feels kinda guilty later but in his defense no other words were poppin into his brain at the time and apparently saying nothing is Bad™ (@neurotypicals why u got so many Rules im an old man who cant keep up)
• sometimes he doesnt get jokes or sarcasm, he doesnt know when ppl are being serious or not BUT! he has Quality Friends Who Inform Him
anyway that is all for now love u local autistic anon,,,,,, -gem, ur local autistic Gay
Welcome To D. Store! - ASTRO D. Store AU - Baby「 Prologue」
Band: ASTRO Genre: AU, Fluff Word Count: 1557 Summary:Bright Neon lights flash before you. A new attraction had been added to your street, however, it received little attention and promotion. The fact that it was so unspoken about piqued your curiosity, but before you could consider turning back and ignoring it, a friendly voice called you, inviting you in. With that offer, you couldn’t help but take a look. As you step through the doors, you are greeted with 5 other voices.”Welcome to Dream Store!”
Could you do a thing with mchanzo x fem! Reader that has depression and some days they can’t even get out of bed? Sorry if you’re not comfortable with this! Thank you so much!
“Jesse,” Hanzo growled, pushing at the lump in the blankets. “Jesse, wake up already.” When the lump made no move, he gave it another hard shove.
There was a growl from the blankets and slowly they shifted. When at last an opening was made, Jesse’s head popped out and he yawned loudly. The man had an unruly bed head, hair sticking up in all directions and he blinked over at his lover slowly, confused.
“What…What’s wrong, darlin’,” he mumbled, before pushing himself to sit up as he rubbed his face. God, he hated waking up before 9am.
Hanzo looked quite serious when he gestures to the other empty side of the bed. “I woke up and y/n was not here,” he says softly. “But she is not downstairs either, nor in the bathroom. I am concerned for her.”
After a moment, Jesse gave himself a good pat on the cheek and pushed himself from the bed. “Guess we’ll just have to find her then, won’t we?” he says, noticing the genuine concern in Hanzo’s eyes.
It had been a bit tough the last few months. You suffered from depression, but after a particularly stressful family reunion, it had only gotten worse and worse. More days were bad then good, and the two had been trying to do everything they could to make things better for you. The three of you had left that family reunion earlier, which likely saved your uncles life.
Now though, Hanzo was starting to get a little paranoid. He was so worried about…days like these, about you not being there when he woke up in the morning and the possibility that maybe you might…
“Hanzo,” Jesse said, slipping on a shirt and pants. “I can see the wheels turning in your head. It’ll be okay. She’s alright,” he said gently, calmer and having much more faith. Hanzo didn’t agree but when Jesse walked over, he relaxed under the soothing hand that came up to briefly caress his cheek.
After a solid hour of looking for you, the two searched every inch of the house. Couldn’t find a trace…till Hanzo noticed the attic window open. Walking over, he peeked outside, and when he heard a noise above he looked at the roof.
His heart pounded when he saw you sitting there on the slanted roof, knees to your chest and your chin in your hand, your eyes looking distant. There was a stray tear on your cheek, and the wind lashed at your hair and face. Yet you didn’t seem to feel the cold…
“Y/n..” Hanzo said gently, climbing out the window. Carefully he made his way over to you, before taking a seat next to you. “You shouldn’t be up here, sweetheart. Its dangerous and cold…” Carefully he wrapped his sweater around you, hoping to give you a little heat.
“Hanzo,” you said softly and looked at him, yet it felt like you looked right through him. “What’s wrong with me?”
It took him a moment, the question causing his chest to tighten up and he lifted a hand to cup your cheek. “There is nothing wrong with you, y/n,” Hanzo said softly. “It isn’t your fault. It isn’t. We’re here for you, sweetheart. Shhh.”
Pulling you into his lap, Hanzo cradled you there as you lay limply against him. Your skin was so cold, he thought, and when Jesse popped his head out the window, all he could think of was getting you inside. You didn’t resist when he eased you down the roof into Jesse’s arms.
“You had me worried, darlin’,” Jesse said with a frown. “God, your so cold. You need a hot bath, right now.” The two went to the bathroom with you, and Hanzo started the warm water while Jesse rubbed your bare arms.
After another hour of sitting in the warm tub, the two toweled you off and dressed you, before tucking you back into bed. “She still has a chill,” Hanzo murmurs, and at last you seem to be coming back to life, like a doll reanimated. You shivered under his warm fingers, and once in bed the two heaped three large quilts over you.
“I’m sorry,” you said softly, as the two crawled into bed on either side of you, pressing to you and giving you warmth. “I…I just needed time to think. It was just so much easier up there, as if for once, things were in perspective…”
Jesse stroked the hair from your face and gave you a soft, chastising look. “Please don’t do that again. You scared the two of us bad, darlin’. We… We need you,” he says quietly.
Surprise flitted through you for a moment as you looked between the two of them, and slowly you thought, perhaps they need me as much as I need them…
a/n: LOL THIS IS SO LATE IM AN IDIOT but i might make an actual scenario out of this hmm ;)
man thinking of a soulmate concept the first time was easy
in this soulmate universe, it’s not very easy to find your other half
there is a timer on the inside of your palm that is frozen until you make eye contact with your soulmate and then it’ll start ticking down until you both meet formally, for some people it may never even start
you also didnt care about the soulmate thing bc you found it useless, all that extra work for a stranger
you didn’t know this person at all, how were they destined to be with you before you even met?
your timer was also stuck for a long time, like it just said 87:52:49, but again, it wasn’t important to you as you were busy with your job
you’re a journalist who travels around the country a lot
and one day somewhere in seoul where there is a rising serial killer on the loose and you know you have to get there and get the main story before anyone else
when you get to the latest crime scene you’re unable to go inside as the investigation is ongoing
so you’re stuck looking around and watching people go in and out and then a really tall dude comes up to you
“can i help you?”
he has a uniform that’s the same as the ones of the investigators
and you feel something slightly burn (??) in your palm
of course you don’t check it out until much much later when youre on your way to your hotel
and when youre taking off your clothes then you see iT
the countdown is ticking down and it’s slightly lit up
so at first (ofc) ur like WHATT THE ACTUAL FREAKING HELL IS THIS THIS CANT BE REAL and ur smacking ur hand and scratching it and smacking ur eyes as well bc this has gOT to be an illusion to fuck u up maybe this was ur brain’s way of distracting you from the gruesome crime scene you witnessed today
anyways the next day you wake up extra early to get to the site before anyone else
someone else is there and ur like hey wtf i woke up at 6am why are you here
turns out its that tall investigator
while you’re talking you feel your hand burning again so youre just rubbing it to get rid of the feeling but tall guy thinks ur cold so he gets some hot packs out AAHHH DDADDEUTHAEE
you take the hot pack even tho u insist ur not cold but this guy is too sweet as in he literally just shoved it in ur hand
“mister,,, jung thank u ?? even tho im good”
“aww you’re so polite but it’s okay to accept offers sometimes”
youre like ???????????
anyways the burning only persists when you’re near that very cute investigator
and for some reason he gives you so much info on the case and basically is your primary source which you’re not complaining but!!!
“hey investigator jung aren’t u gonna like… get in trouble for giving all this stuff to me”
“pfffftt me?? im a senior to more than half the kiddos on this i’ll be fineeeee”
you also notice your countdown is getting closer to ending, approximately a day left from what it looked like
and u had a wiLD idea
what if,,, the investigator was the soulmate
cue you smacking your face bc again wtf
the next day you’re greeted with the guy and a cup of coffee and thinking wow he is so so sweet i wouldn’t mind him being my soulmate wait shut the fuck up
as you take the coffee from him your hands touch and you literally almost drop the coffee bc of the contact
it wasn’t no normal feeling you’ve touched hands before but this time your hand felt like it got electrocuted
while you look at your hand you notice the timer is only showing 00:00:00
and as you stare your hand in the most confused way possible the mr jung puts his palm in front of your eyes instead, where you see the same timer
“did you really have no idea this entire time?”
“what are you saying…. you knew this entire time and didn’t tell me? wait so soulmates are real?? how does that work. is this even real? maybe i should dump this coffee on my head real quick-“
“y/n pls calm down. also you’re not very bright for someone who reports current events for a living. did you really think i’d get away with giving you so much information?”
“it’s ok. you’re still the most adorable. it was funny getting to know you these past three days. also dont dump the coffee on your head i just met you and i don’t want you to die. also pls call me jaehyun from now on mr jung makes me sound . weird.”
you’re literally so confused and so embarrassed and also blushing bc hUH
“ok so…..jaehyun… i…um”
“lol i think all u need to do is to write the report so let’s go somewhere hm?” and he literally starts dragging u with his arm around ur shoulder like hey stop with the tallness thank also pls stop my blushing is becoming evident
im literally convulsing inside jaehyun is my ult ndededede
but yeah he takes u out and gets you more coffee and cookies wow and i think i’m going to cry
Note to self: Never trust a photographer when she says “Can I practice shooting with you??? I know it’s cold out but It’ll only take a minute, and we’re already here!!! and it’s not even that cold!❤️” She was supposed to come and help me pack(her and Roman) but she ended up taking shots of us for an hour.
is STILL COLD NAIEMA!! But at least these were cute….*sobs*
you ignoring harry after a dumb argument and he knows you Always check your phone so he keeps sending random ass shit or things he thinks is funny just so youll reply to him
Harry / You
-I know you’re mad still.
-And I’m still very sorry for that. -But I have to tell you something I just discovered. -You know the fan in my bedroom? -It squeaks every fourth go-round. -Should I send you a video? -It’s very important. -It’s like… easy to ignore but then once you know its there it’s quite annoying. -Alright well goodnight.
-My room is so cold. -I’m also thirsty but I’m afraid that if I get out of bed, I’ll be more cold. -I don’t really sleep well unless you’re here, you know? -Alright I’m going to get water. ….
-I’m going to get some water. -Oh I didn’t mean to send you that twice. -Oh well. -Why don’t I have more night lights around my house? -Well, I just tripped down the bloody stairs.
-I know you just laughed, y/n. -And don’t pretend like you’re asleep, because it tells me when you read my texts. -It’s okay. It was pretty funny. -I had it coming. I was texting and walking in the dark. -Should watch where I’m going probably. -Anyway, water.
-I’m going to text you until you reply. -Or even if you don’t reply. See if I care. -I don’t care. -At all. -I just bloody tripped again. -No more walking in the dark for me. -Maybe I should just lay here. -This is my life. -Laying on the floor. -It’s actually quite creepy down here in the dark. -This is my punishment for fighting you. -I won’t get up until you reply. -And it is awfully cold…. -Y/nnnnnnnnnnnnnn -The floor is cold, y/n. -Don’t you care about me at all? -Don’t you love me? -I suppose you don’t…..
-:) -Good morning, beautiful. Did I wake you? -Was a trick question. I could see when you read each one of those.
• some people might think THE abominable snowman more like ADORABLE snowman am i right but jisung isn’t actually a snowman that’s just kinda his nickname because somehow people think he’s scary??
• he’s just kinda this ice guy and nobody really knows where he came from he was just kinda there one day??? he’s just ALWAYS COVERED IN ICE SO THUS HIS NICKNAME
• jisung is lowkey kinda mysterious about his origins because like jaehyun he doesn’t really know but he makes up ALL these elaborate stories that change between each person about where he came from
• like he says he came straight from a snow mountain and HE TRAVELED FOR MANY WEEKS AND MONTHS
• that’s pretty much his favorite because it makes him seem like some valiant hero???
• but only one person really knows how they REALLY FOUND him
• and it’s kinda just weird because you’re shopping for groceries with your family and you’re going into the frozen section to grab some fruits and MAN ITS CHILLY
• so you’re rubbing your shoulders to try and create some kind of warmth when you dOUBLETAKE BECAUSE THERES A BOY SITTING THERE IN SHORT SLEEVED AND PANTS WHEREAS EVERYONE ELSE IS WEARING A PRETTY HEAVY JACKET BECAUSE ITS LIKE COLDER THAN IT GOT IN THE WINTER IN HERE
• and you’re like this boy what is he doing??? and so you’re not even concerned about how cold you are so you’re quickly wrapping your jacket around the boy’s shoulders who just seems so lost in thought??
• and you’re obviously MUCH smaller than him so your jacket doesn’t fit him but you’re grabbing his hand and he isn’t obliging when you pull him out of the frozen section
• and you’re rubbing your hands against his to try and warm him BUT THIS MAN IS LIKE ICE COLD HES EVEN COLDER THAN THE FREEZER ITSELF and you’re kinda nervous because you’ve asked his name and he’s kinda just like ???
• jisung is basically just dazed and confused with no idea of what’s happening tbh he just knows it isn’t as cold as it was a few moments ago
• and sure you must be wondering why he was in fact in this freezer in the first place right
• so like jisung did kind of have a trip from somewhere but it was just like from the meadow and it’s like early spring so the snow was melting and so jisung’s powers and abilities are like really depended on cold
• so with the melting and warmer temperatures jisung was REALLY struggling and so he only knew he had to find somewhere cold??? so OFC he goes somewhere cold
• and your local grocery store with the INSANELY cold freezer just was the perfect spot for him so he literally just camped out in the corner literally CHILLING
• and thus you come in and you’re just like hey you !!! and yes now we are back to present day buckle in ladies and gentleman
• so you’re like hey we gotta get this kid warmed up so you’re like hey lets go to my car and YOU CRANK THE FRICKIN HEAT UP YOURE ABOUT TO MAKE THE CAR LIKE A TOASTER
• but like you look over and the boy’s only slumped lower in his seat and HE LOOKS LIKE HES ABSOLUTELY ABOUT TO LOSE HIS CONSCIOUSNESS BECAUSE HES STRUGGLING and HES POINTING TOWARDS THE AC
• and you’re like ??? you want the cold and that boy is just desperately nodding and you’re like OOOKAY if you insist
• and you’re pretty sure once you do it he just looks more alive and his hair did it just turn from brown to blue???
• and he mustve sensed your panic because now he realizes his hair is blue and his eyes are almost the color of like ice and he’s all like O and he tries to explain himself but
• YOURE CAR IS LITERALLY AN ICEBOX AND you’re shivering and you can’t even feel your fingers at this point and you didn’t know your car could get this cold??
• and jisung goes to turn the ac off but once he does like the whole entire dashboard like freezes up and basically jisung’s powers are just completely out of wack
• and basically it was because his powers just kinda recharged all of a sudden but he’s so concerned because he doesn’t want to freeze you so he’s pointing to the heat again really rapidly
• and you’re pretty sure there’s icicles on your hand and its shaking so bad to turn the cold down at LEAST even just a bit and by the time you do the cold just kinda disappears
• and then jisung’s hair goes back to black and his eyes back to the warm chocolate hue and he’s just kinda sitting there in shock because he could’ve almost made you a human popsicle??
• and he goes to apologize and he really just wants to go for your hand and hold it to feel the warmth of it again because it just felt nice but he didn’t want to risk accidentally freezing you
• since tbh jisung was a fairly young new ice guardian and really doesn’t know how to handle his powers??? so he’s especially nervous now to attempt to touch anything at this point so he kind of sits with his hands folded in his lap
• and you’re not mad because you couldn’t be at the poor kid he was just as afraid of his powers as he seemed to be and you could tell by the look of his eyes that he had only been trying to help and your heart kinda melts because !!!
• and you just really want to help him and word on the street is that your friend renjun would know exactly a place for jisung to go and you guessed it it’s the monster!nct house
• and of course you can just imagine the chaos of adding jisung into the mix of the monster!dreamies and although jisung is the youngest between them all he’s kind of the most mature in a way???
• but tbh he’s such a kid at heart and a PRANKSTER LIKE DONT GET ME STARTED ON HOW MANY TIMES JISUNG WOULD PROBABLY FREEZE HOT BEVERAGES just to see the reactions of the members to be really ??? when they went to drink and HA IT WAS A SOLID
• also jisung’s room in the house IS LIKE THE COLDEST ROOM TO EVER EXIST thanks to the help of mark who made a potion that keeps his room at the exact temperature he needs to refresh and keep his powers in check
• like it’s basically a winter wonderland in there except the floors are covered in ice and DONT EVEN TRY TO WALK IN without two huge parkas and some steady shoes because if not his room is just like an ice rink
• jisung however has a hobby with his powers and that is ice sculptures that he has in his room of a SPECIAL PERSON asks you
• and he works really hard on them and uses up all his free time to make them really pretty to give to you as a thank you for helping him???
• like imagine jisung making icicle hearts and flowers to give to you like isn’t that just the cutest thing ever???
• jisung would be so nervous around you too which is like super cute and you can tell because his hair turns a light blue and that shows he’s super nervous and you’re just like jisung ur so cute!!!
• you help and sit through jisung practicing to control his powers and with your help HE MANAGES TO NOT TURN ANYONE OR ANYTHING INTO A POPSICLE
• honestly though even though jisung is a frost guardian he has the warmest heart ever and would be so so caring
• honestly in conclusion frost guardian!jisung is the boy who was grateful that your favorite season was winter and that amidst all the cold you were the warmth his heart needed
another collab with @dest-writes i hope u enjoy!!
prefers traveling by plane. really wants to explore central europe because of it’s architecture and rich art history
spends 50% of the plane ride sleeping the other 50% he has headphones on and is lyric writing
every now and then he’ll look up and make sure you’re comfortable and you don’t notice how he smiles to himself when he sees you sound asleep or giggling at something you see on the movie thats playing
is pretty organized despite his suitcase looking like a mess and doesn’t get you two lost
holds your hand at all times when you’re walking around just to make sure you’re safely beside him
tried to get you guy to coordinate the outfits you brought but it doesnt really happen but its ok because you guys shop and buy matching clothes and it’s cute
you wake up later than him in the hotel and he’s already out on the balcony drinking coffee and when you go over he pulls you down into his lap and you guys enjoy the view
buys a tour book and reads out the little passages about all the monuments and tourists spots you visit
secretly writes a song about the way you make him feel while you guys are on this trip and it’s literally just how happy he is to be alone with the best person in the world (you)
prefers traveling by car because he can take photos if you’re driving and when he’s driving he can show off how cool he looks (he doesn’t tell you this but you can see from the way he tries to look suave by putting his hand on the back of your seat when pulling out of his parking space and how he refuses to take his sunglasses off even when you’re driving in the rain)
ideal traveling situation is you guys take a roadtrip up into the korean countryside
neck pillows all day everyday even when he’s out of the car
took the pro camera with him but keeps teasing you because you’re like !!! yoongi take a photo of me here and he’s like pretending to oblivious taking pics of trees and you’re like yOONGI pLEase and he’s like “take it with the selfie stick???” and ur like but!!!! and it’s cute he like leads you on a bit and then ends up taking endless photos of you because you’re amazing and he loves you
takes secret photos when you’re not looking and even if they’re blurry he saves them because ur his everything
hes ok with directions but it’s a roadtrip so yoongis like lets not even spend money lets sleep in the car and ur like ok but how will we shower and eat?? and yoongi is like ……true
huddling together when its cold and you two didn’t pack jackets or scarves
vice versa you’re like airing out your t-shirts together sharing cold drinks when you packed too many sweaters and it’s like 99 degrees out
you and yoongi don’t plan ahead unless it comes to the $$$$$$
but yoongi has never felt more free and comfortable and there is just pure joy in being out here with you by his side to enjoy all these new things
doesn’t have a preference when it comes to traveling as long as he gets to rest his head on your shoulder and you guys get to bring snacks along
would like to go to other countries in east asia like indonesia, burma, thailand
makes a list of restaurants you just HAVE to visit and a list of street foods you HAVE to try
“we don’t need souvenirs, we need another plate of food, baby”
insists you guys get matching pink luggage so it’s easy to spot your bags from the rest
you catch him taking selfies with random people and you’re like oh my god
pulls you into his arms and starts taking photos and you’re like jiN my mouths full of food or jIN im still blowdrying my hair?? and he’s like “we need photos to send to my mom”
tries to pretend he can speak the native language and then he turns to you and is like i didn’t understand a thing and you’re like uhuh i can tell
downloads duolingo three days before your trip but only remembers the word for chicken
plans a surprise, romantic little thing in the middle of the trip for you like maybe going to get a couples massage or attending a performance in the town and then afterward while you’re gushing about how thoughtful and romantic he is he just grins and thinks about how your smile is worth just about anything in the world
prefers traveling by plane because he has a curiosity for the world and he’d love going from europe to africa to australia all in one trip because he’s got an endless amount of energy
reminds you to pack your toothbrush ike 5323 times because he “wont share his” but thats a damn lie hoseok will give you anything you need because he’s an angel and loves you
gets super into souvenirs and buys one for each bts member, each manager, each dance instructor, basically something for every person he’s ever meet in his life
is willing to talk to strangers for directions because you two are dumbfounded but instead of talking he’s dong charades with his body to try and get the people to understand him
when i doubt hoseok just smiles and gives you thumbs up because even if yall are lost in the middle of sydney or in the middle of the safari soMEhow he promises you two will be fine
fixes your hair after youve slept on the plane and you also fix his and hes like my face is puffy but youre like i love it and lean in to kiss him and the stewards on the plane are like “this is the cutest couple to every travel on this airline ????”
hoseok can get you guys discounts on anything because he’s a shining ball of light and everyone he meets instantly likes him because how can you not
you guys try to challenge each others fears by having adventures on your travels and it’s how you grow closer because you have each other the whole trip to lean on and when you’re going back you guys just cuddle sleepily into each others arms and like it’s just an experience that’s unforgettable
prefers travel by overnight trains because there’s a bed and he can knock out in comfort
would like to see more of south asia like india, sri lanka, bangladesh and especially traveling through rain forests and places with gorgeous warm nature would be such a sight
except he sleeps the entire time really no point in even trying to keep him awake hes like nope 5 min in he was snoozing (except for when you wake him up like elephants JIMIN and he falls off the bed like ELEPHANTS
it’s cute tho!!!! whats not cute is the fact that jimin gets distracted by everything so you literally keep reminding him not to forget his bags anywhere
“jimin, tie your suitcase to your wrist because you’ll forget it.” “no i won’t.” “where’s your suitcase right now?” “…………….don’t hate me but we might have to go back to the dorm.”
is horrible when it comes to money like he’d spend it all in one day if you let him and he doesn’t keep track of purchases so you’re always like “no jimin we can’t buy that.” and he gets pouty but its nothing a couple of kisses cant fix
dances to bangtan songs when you guys are waiting in line to get tickets for something
at first you were a lil embarrassed but soon enough you learned that just dancing along with him makes it better
gets shy when he has to ask a stranger for help but he doesn’t want to let you down so he does his best to ask for directions or help but sometimes you’re like “jimin, let me handle it ^^” and he thinks ur so cool and brave
park jimin is astounded by anything you do honestly he is Head over Heels
keeps squeezing your hand and asking you if all of this is real and you’re like ofc!! and he just can’t believe he’s doing this right now with you
like jin, he doesn’t have a preference but once you get to your destination he loves things like bike tours or hiking
south america would be a spot he’d really love to see, countries like brazil, argentina, and venezuela are all colorful and so new to him that he’d love to just go and explore
taehyung would want to go anywhere there’s an ocean so he can pull you into the warm waves and play around with you and just laughs and love everywhere
imagine riding horseback on the beach with taehyung??? or ziplining through the rainforest with taehyung??? or learning how to dance the samba with taehyung ????
you guys dont plan, like a lot of stuff is spontaneous stuff that you just decide would be amazing to do like taehyung’s just like you cant live life knowing whats gonna happen lets just wing it
except ur also like lets not wing it and go bankrupt on this trip or lose our passports cough COuGh
if there’s anyplace that looks remotely scenic taehyung is like pls take a photo of me !!! and so you’re walking around snapping photos of your boyfriend pretending to be a model in the middle of the street or on a bus bench but like he looks good so why not
taehyung facetimes the hyungs whenever u two are gonna do something cool just to show off about it
aside from taking photos of himself and nature he also takes photos of himself kissing you in all the different places you’ve been and he makes it like a little project of his and every time he pulls away he’s like “this can’t be more perfect” but he says it EVery TIMe and you’re like you said that last time and he’s like yeah ur right every moment is perfect to me if it’s with you…………
prefers traveling by plane because there’s less confusion and less work that way
wants to see more of the states because he likes busy cities but he also likes national parks and nature and the states have a good mix of those
you guys go super lite on the packing like literally you guys brought one suitcase and it has all your stuff in it because you and jungkook are like clothes dont matter as much as making memories
until youre like jungkook give me your sweater mines dirty and he’s like heck no and youre like jungkook i have so much blackmail material on u dont test me and jungkooks like ???? excuse me i have blackmail material too- but he’ll give u the damn sweater because he loves u
does this thing where when ur taking a photo he photobombs it
also rests his camera on the top of your head because hes tall and ur like jungkook im not the pod for ur dslr and he’s like dont move ull make the picture blurry
directions? talking to strangers? nope he’d rather get the two of you lost
steals the sample bottles from the hotel and ur like wow and he’s like right now im making jin hyung proud also look now we dont need to buy shampoo
by himself he’d be shy to go off alone and try new things but with you he’s so much more comfortable and u two are able to have so much more fun supporting each other
jungkook can come off as someone who doesnt know the definition of romance but when he buys you a little plush bear with san francisco written on it’s t-shirt at the airport gift shop and then gets red in the face when u kiss him for it well then like you can see that real boyfriend material come out and it’s ADORable
“I can’t do this if you won’t talk to me, little lady.”
As soon as the words left his mouth he saw her smile drop. She turned her eyes away from him, her hands freezing in their place.
A wave of regret spread through him at his choice of words. She looked so sad, so tired. So defeated. But somehow at the same time, she didn’t look surprised at all.
“I see.” Her voice was choked. She pushed her plate away from her and rose up. “I… I’ll just… go then…” She grabbed her purse and walked out of the door without sparing even a glance at his direction, failing at her attempts to wipe her cheeks discreetly.
He just stared at the closed door in disbelief. This was not the first time she had walked out on him. But usually, it was accompanied with angry glares and slamming of the door. Now she had been eerily quiet when all he had wanted was for her to talk to him.
He had been staring at the empty computer screen for a long time until he realised what was missing. Usually, by now, Oichi would have called him and chewed his ear off, but his phone stayed silent. Looking at the time, he realised she should have arrived at the campus or at Oichi’s apartment long ago. He put his phone down and pretended to work for a while, but the empty pages just mocked his effort. He lifted his glasses on his forehead and ran his hand across his face letting out a sigh. There was no way he could get any work done like this. He had to know she was alright. Even having her yell at him would be better than this.
His call went straight to voicemail as did the next. Ten missed phone calls later he had to admit she wouldn’t answer.
He debated with himself whether he should call Oichi or not. But after another call to her went straight to voicemail he pressed dial.
“Oh, hey! Did you lose your phone again?” He heard Oichi’s cheerful voice from the other end of the line.
“No, it’s me.”
“… Saizo. What did you do now?” There was a certain chill in her tone, the one she took only when she spoke to him.
“She’s not there?”
“No, we hadn’t agreed on anything. Why? Did something happen?”
He hung up before Oichi had any more time to cross-examine him, setting his phone down. She would come home soon. Or he would receive another angry call from Oichi, one or another.
The first time he saw her was when he had been invited to her university to talk about writing, publishing and the relationship between authors and libraries. All very basic and boring. He had almost bailed out of the thing completely but decided to show up at the last minute anyway. There had been one student, who looked like she absorbed every word he said with interest, dutifully taking notes.
After the lecture, he saw her talking to her friend outside of the lecture hall. The excitement was clear on her every gesture, on the brightness of her eyes and how she showed her friend her notes, completely unaware how uninterested her friend was on the subject she spoke so enthusiastically about. Despite the university faculty trying to drag him away to some boring party, he made his way to her.
Her friend noticed him much sooner than her, nudging her to stop speaking, but he could catch her last words,
“…so interesting, and so handsome too! The pictures at his books won’t even give him credit, you should have seen him. I mean, of course, I love his books because he’s such a marvellous writer, who can catch his reader by surprise over and over again and his characters are just so complex and I love how I’ve never guessed the murderer before the end except in that one book which was told from the perspective of the murderer, but you should have heard him speak! He really knows how to take his audience and he was so handsome! Aah! I said that already, didn’t I? But he was! And-!” Finally, her friend clasped a hand over her mouth and nudged her head in his direction. She slowly turned to look at him, her face turning adorably a deeper shade of red at every passing second.
“Umm…” was all she managed to say, her eyes fixed on his.
“I hope my lecture was interesting,” he said, stepping a little bit into her personal space. He let his hand brush against her arm ‘by accident’, wanting to get a reaction out of her. He had thought she couldn’t get any more flustered, but her blush crept down her cleavage and to the tips of her ears, her mouth hanging open a little bit.
“I’m sure it was, Mr Yugiri,” her friend said, a hint of ice in her tone. That was the first time he paid any attention to her. As if seeing her properly for the first time, he realised he had met her previously on several occasions. After all, the circles in high society weren’t awfully big and the heiress to the Oda empire was well-known.
“We really have to go now, Nobu and the others are waiting already.” Oda Oichi pushed her towards the nearest exit, giving him a final glare over her shoulder.
Hours of unproductivity later her phone was still off, her cheerful voicemail message greeting him mockingly every time he tried to reach her.
“So, what did the cold-hearted bastard do this time?” Oichi greeted him when he called her.
“… It’s still me,” he replied, not amused.
“…What?” Oichi sounded genuinely surprised, but what surprised him were her next words. “I’m coming over.” She hung up before he had a chance to argue. After a short while (way too short, how did she even get there so fast) the doorbell rang, accompanied with loud banging.
“Open up! It’s me!” Oichi shouted before Saizo even had the chance to rise up from his chair. As soon as he managed to open the door, the lady behind it marched inside and planted herself firmly on his couch.
“I called Nobu to gather his gang. I need you to call as many people as you can so we can cover a larger area. I already told Nobu where I want him to look for her, have your friends call me and I’ll tell them where they should search. I called her mom and she hadn’t heard from her either, but if she calls you, you’ll tell him she’s fine, just misplaced her phone. We don’t need to worry Mrs [L/N] prematurely.” Oichi looked at him like she expected him to yield to her every command.
“She’s not five, we don’t need a search party.” He tried to brush Oichi aside. She would come home soon enough, right? Oichi pinched her nose like she was on her last nerve and took a deep breath.
“Look, I still don’t have any idea what she sees in a cold bastard like you, but I’m scared she’ll do something to herself, okay? Especially because you called me. You guys had another argument, didn’t you? What did you say?”
“What do you mean she’ll do something to herself?” he asked suspiciously, ignoring her question. Oichi fumbled with her phone before she pushed it into his face.
“This is the text she sent me a few hours before you called! She’s been going through a hard time and I first thought she was talking about our study group tomorrow because she hasn’t been able to come, but after you called I’ve been trying to reach her over and over again and she’s still not picking up! I don’t care if you don’t want to find her, but I’m going to!”
<< I can’t I’m sorry >>
The words shone from the cold screen, burning themselves into his memory. He felt dread filling him, its cold suffocating fingers curling around his heart and he grasped Oichi’s wrist just as she was about to turn away from him.
“What do you want me to do?” His voice didn’t sound familiar, it was like someone else had spoken, their voice choked, begging. Oichi looked at him surprised before she offered him a small smile, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.
“Stay here in case she comes back. I’ll let you know as soon as we find something, okay?”
Before he could form a coherent reply, she was already out of the door. He sank on the couch, staring at his phone, trying to figure out who to call first.
Dooku meeting old ben! after getting back from a long mission and wanders who he is until quigon shows up and explains.
His feet sinks into the snow but Ben does not stop as he pulls his
robes tighter around himself. He has to get away from the Sith and
the base and if that means wading through the snow in his boots, then
so be it.
But the cold is closing in on him and Ben struggles to keep walking
through the aches and pains in his body.
The white haired Jedi looked up, squinting out from under his hood at
the snow covered landscape, the falling snow around obscuring his
‘This way. Ben this way.’
The voice calling for him is soft, gentle, encouraging. It makes Ben
follow it even as he dreads what he will find in the end, if he’s
being tricked or if his cold mind is tricking him.
‘Not a trick. Safety. They won’t find you here.’
The mouth of a cave appears and Ben stares at it, shaking before he
wades through the snow and inside it, shaking ever harder. He is so
cold and numb that he can barely focus, yet his steps becomes easier
once out of the snow as he steps into the dark cave.
‘Further in. Its warmer. Ben you have to go in further or you will freeze.’
And Ben walks in the dark, he walks what feels like hours but must
only be minutes before there is a soft light.
He can walk no further as he slips down on his knees, looking around
with his faded green eyes. “…It looks like the caves of Illum.”
He whispered. “Are those…kyper crystals?” He blinked before
leaning his back against the stone wall, tucking his robe more around
himself as the Force resonated gently around him.
There was no answer to his question as the crystal glowed gently. For
the first time since he was by Maul’s side, Ben feels peacefully
warm, his head falling back against the stone wall and his eyes
He slips into an exhausted meditation moments later as he reaches out
for his Qui-Gon.
There’s a soft, fragile brush against his shields and Qui-Gon
almost feels as if his legs are cut out from beneath him as he sits
down in the extra chair of the ship. ‘Ben?’
“Qui-Gon?” Mace and Adi looked to him but the long haired master
only waved his hand, focusing on his bond to Ben.
There was another soft brush and Qui-Gon tried not to be frustrated.
He was to far away from where Ben was to be able to hear or feel him
properly. “Ben’s reaching out but its faint. Wherever he is, he’s
still to far from me.”
“Hultomo.” Mace reached out and brought up the information about
it. “Its an icy, lifeless planet with two moons. We managed to
trace Palpatine’s ship to it. Or we assume that is where Ben is
also. If not its a lead to where the sith and he is.”
Qui-Gon rubbed his face at that. “No more leads, I just…I want to
find my bondmate.”
“And we will Qui-Gon.” The long haired man looked up as Dooku
rested a hand on his former padawan’s shoulder. “Though I do
still wish you’d waited for me to be present at your bonding
Qui-Gon smiled tiredly at his former master. “You were far into
Wild space master, and I didn’t want to wait to…”
“Rushed.” Yan clicked his tongue before looking to the
information on the console. “Hultomo…its a good thing we’ve
packed winter gear.”
“And brought a healer with us. Force knows what condition we and
Ben are going to be in.” Adi sighed, crossing her arms over her
“I still say we should have brought Maul with us, his bond to Be-”
“No. Maul is a padawan regardless of his skills with a saber and he
is still injured.” Qui-Gon objected. “Ben would not want him
anywhere near another sith after that. There is a reason why I made
Obi-Wan remain behind too.”
“I agree with Qui-Gon. No padawans.” Dooku rumbled.
“…Are we enough though?” Adi asked softly, looking around.
“We should be.” Master Tholme murmured. “Seven masters should
be enough. All of us are skilled with battle.” He nodded to Depa.
“Even our youngest.”
Yaddle hummed from where she was meditating beside Depa. “Darkness
we are heading towards, perhaps end a sith threat we can but doubtful
“Being bluntly honest, all I can think about is getting Ben away
and safe.” Qui-Gon rubbed his face. “And its not only because of
my bond to him but consider this, his knowledge of the future.” He
glanced at the others to forestall any arguments that Ben’s rescue
was the more important mission.
“If his knowledge falls into the wrong hands, it will doom the
future, regardless of how much he has changed it. It can still be
used by someone knowledgeable and cunning.”
“Qui-Gon is right, getting Ben to safety is our primary goal though
the destruction of the Sith are also a worthy task.” Mace offered
as they dropped out of hyperdrive above the planet. Adi instantly had
the ship scanning the surface, a small frown on her face as she did.
“There is a few settlements, isolated pockets that should not be
there.” She murmured softly.
‘Qui-Gon?’ Came a weak voice and he instantly closed his
eyes to listen.
‘Ben, Ben are you alright?’
There was a short, stuttering silence as the others talked around
Qui-Gon. ‘No…I’m very cold Qui. And my mind is a mess, he
ripped through my shields. Will you come find me?’
‘Of course my Ben. Do you know where you are?’ Qui-Gon
took several calming breaths, releasing his tension into the Force.
‘I’m not sure. I think…I think I got away Qui-Gon. I think
I’m hiding but I’m not sure…come find me?’
Qui-Gon snapped his eyes opened. “Ben is no longer with the Sith.
He’s not sure where he is but he seems to have escaped their
grasp.” He announced, his voice cutting through the others talk.
“Then split up we shall. Find Ben you will.” Yaddle stood,
brushing of her tunics.
“What if the siths are looking for him too?” Mace frowned.
“I will go with Qui-Gon.” Yan decided. “We worked together as a
team for many years, should we encounter them, we can cover each
“…I don’t like this.” The Korun sighed.
“He’s cold Mace. He says the sith ripped through his shields.”
Qui-Gon got up to go ready the winter gear. “He’s not in good
shape, I can tell you this much right now.” He packed in extra
blankets and the spare set of clothes he had pulled from Ben’s part
of the closet just in case.
The Korun closed his eyes before sighing and nodding. “Alright, we