Dear sis. It is really fun to play Tales of Berseria together with you. But in all honesty, why do you insist to
play with Laphicet and
always omit healing the party? It always looks pathetic when the NPC team members do a much better job than us while we just keep dying. So we clearly do something wrong. Let Laphi go, sis. He has to become a real healer now and can not depend on you forever! Yeah, I wanted to take the opportunity to tell you this. The best of luck, my dear sis.
A/N: I don’t know why I try writing fluffy things, because they’re awful most times. I also changed the lyrics of LOFP a little, sorry.
Word count: 2,066
A faint noise rang in my ears, but not nearly loud
enough to pulled me out of my heavy sleep. Only seconds later, I felt the faint
squeezes on my arms. When I finally managed to open them, the room was too dark
for me to see anything properly.
I rubbed my sleepy eyes, feeling just how sore they
were. I blinked a few times, before finally being able to see shadows in the
“Daddy, daddy” she cried again, forcing down my gaze.
Prompt/ask: hi! could i request an edmund x reader where they had to have an arranged marriage but the reader loves him and she doesn’t think edmund loves her back? maybe like they’re in bed and sleeping on opposite sides and she wants to cuddle but she’s too afraid to ask him because she thinks he doesn’t love her? idk if that made sense but it would be amazing if you could write it! i love your writing! thank you!!
Word count: 1,291
Setting: Golden Age
A/N: Thank you to my lovely friend Danielle (@itsalwaysnarnia) for helping me with part of this story-please give this excellent human being a follow!
Your betrothal to Edmund Pevensie of Narnia was not something you had wished for. Unfortunately, it wasn’t something you had any say in at all.
An arranged marriage was not what you considered the dream future. You couldn’t think of anyone in their right mind who would actually enjoy being stuck with some stranger for the rest of their life, let alone upon meeting them a mere week before the wedding.
But the moment you met Edmund Pevensie, he didn’t seem like a stranger. No, he was something much more than that in your eyes. It felt as if you had known him in a past life; Perhaps in a dream, or a dream of a dream. It seemed incredibly silly, seeing as you had only exchanged a few words with the young king, and although you were sure he didn’t feel the same, you couldn’t deny how you saw him.
You immediately snapped out of the trance you were in, turning to the dark haired figure standing in the doorway of the castle’s Great Hall.
“Oh, sorry. I must have, um-” You paused, clearing your throat and avoiding Edmund’s gaze. “Wandered off…”
The king tilted his head slightly, giving you a questioning look. “Yes, well, you should probably get to bed. It’s, I mean-” He looked at his feet, clearly uncomfortable. “It’s getting late.”
You nodded, forcing a small smile. “Yes, thanks.” The two of you stood there for a minute. “Right, well, I’m going to uh…” You felt the apples of your cheeks fill with heat.
“I was just getting to bed, I can walk with you if you’d like.” Edmund offered hesitantly, almost as if he felt an obligation to.
You nodded gratefully, obliging and taking a step towards the winding marble staircase. “Thank you, Your Highness.”
Edmund shook his head, almost sadly. “Please don’t call me that. It’s bad enough that we’re stuck in this situation, I don’t need you treating me like I’m somehow…above you.”
He paused, taking care to avoid eye contact as he walked a few steps ahead of you.
“Edmund?” You asked, stopping before the entrance to your marital chambers. The king turned slowly on his heel to face you.
“I’m sorry. For all of this.” You croaked out softly.
The two of you looked at each other for a moment. Edmund just nodded, remaining silent. He understood what you meant.
Edmund apprehensively began to unlatch the door, opening it with deliberate listlessness. You took a couple timid steps towards the entrance, watching as the young king tugged at his waist to undo the buckle from the side of his robes.
You stepped into the dark chambers, tugging at the sleeve of your gown and shutting the door behind you as you did so. It made a thunderous sound as the latch clicked once more.
You had been in these chambers three times before; once on your wedding day and then again on the two evenings that followed. Yet on all three of these occasions, you and Edmund lay on either sides of the bed, not acknowledging each other whatsoever.
“So,” You said softly, pulling and unbraiding the laces on the back of your gown, “Uh-”
“You don’t have to try to talk to me.” Edmund replied plainly, letting his robes fall to his feet. “It’s alright.”
It was immensely dark in the room, so you were unable to see anything more than the general outline of Edmund standing before you.
You bit the side of your lip, dropping your hands from the laces. “I know, but-” You sighed, gliding your gown over your shoulders and down to your waist. You felt the chilliness in the air run through your body.
Edmund ran a hand through his scraggly hair, looking at you with an odd expression. “Hm?”
You shook your head rawly, letting the last of your clothing fall and quickly reaching for the nightdress that hung by the wardrobe. “It doesn’t matter.”
You drew what you could see of the bed coverings back, making room for you to lift your legs from the edge of the mattress and settle them under the sheets. It was still cold under the many blankets.
You sat there silently, leaning against the pillows lining the headboard as you waited for Edmund to join you. You could feel a cool Narnian breeze come in through the cracked window, making you colder than before. Narnia was different than Terebinthia…too different. Nothing was keeping you sane here anymore.
“You okay?” Edmund asked from beside you. You nodded slowly, sinking down into the blankets.
Edmund let out a small, slightly defeated sigh, and adjusted his position to rest his head on the flimsy pillows. Although he lay merely a few feet from you, he seemed a great distance away.
Edmund remained silent, but you could hear him breathing somewhat rapidly. Gradually, your loneliness became much more prominent and the winds became much stronger.
As you lay there in the cold sheets, restless and completely unsure, thunder began to brew outside your window. You inhaled sharply, praying that the storm would pass. You had never responded well to weather like this.
It was still for a moment before the first lighting cracked. You felt your body tense up instantaneously, your breathing stopping suddenly. You bit your lip, feeling the blood rush to your face and your hands start to shake.
It was a silly reaction, sure, but you couldn’t help how your body responded.
You gripped the sheets and closed your eyes, holding back the fear that coursed through your veins. You had every intention on letting Edmund sleep peacefully, but with this thunderstorm, it might not go as planned.
“Ed?” You said softly, almost afraid of his response. Edmund groaned from the edge of the bed.
“What?” He asked, rather roughly. You licked your lips, trying to ignore the sounds coming from your window. “Nevermind. Go back to sleep.”
You could feel Edmund roll over, assuming that he was facing you now.
“Is everything alright? You’ve been squirming.”
Before you could respond, a loud noise that sounded like hundreds of canons erupting came from the window. You whimpered, wincing slightly.
“I’m fine.” You said hastily, sensing that Edmund was about to say something. You turned away from him in the darkness, clutching the sheets and curling up on the edge of the mattress.
For a minute, both of you were still. Then, precipitously, you felt a cold arm making its way around your waist.
You hadn’t heard Edmund move closer to you-perhaps you had been too focused on the horrific noises coming from outside of Cair Paravel-but, regardless, there he was.
You felt his breath on your bare neck as his arm extended to reach all the way around you, pulling his body closer to yours in the process. His lips were mere centimeters away from your collarbone.
You felt oddly calmed in this position. Even if you didn’t know what to make of it, it was nice to feel his body against yours, keeping you warm.
“I know the storms here can be a bit scary sometimes,” Edmund whispered, his hot breath hitting your neck with every word he uttered, “You’ll be okay.” He paused, breathing a bit heavily now. “I just want you to feel…safe.”
You nodded in acknowledgement, a smile beginning to form on your lips. The feeling of Edmund beside you was something you never thought you needed, but now that it was happening, you realized you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.
As you lay there, smiling to yourself, the storm slowly dying down and Edmund’s arms around you, you began to think that you would start to feel a little more sane here.
I never said that I was beautiful but I
thought that I was pretty
at least a little,
at least enough to
save me the last sugar cube
leave the light on for me
at least pretty in that little orange
under the yellow, red, green candy lights at the
sweet, and lonely,
like a low hanging
and no summer ants eating me from the inside but
I have cried too much tonight for
me not to be a princess
with her nightdress dipped in
hot snail slime and her
cloud heavy head on
the chopping block,
the stars are
crying so all the girls rolled up their jeans
and ran beside the old sheep dogs
ate their silver lockets whole
dipped their hair into
the magma heart of Mars and
melted like witches in Oz,
and fuck you,
eat your heart out I will
never be a girl like
a girl is supposed to be.
Summary: Loki left you a year ago, and you’re still broken and miss him more than anything else. Suddenly he shows up.
Note: English is not my native language, so if there are any mistakes, don’t kill me.
You looked up in the ceiling. What you felt, you did not know. It had
been a year since he had left you, and you had no idea why you were feeling the
same pain over and over. You had moved out of the apartment, gotten a new bed,
sold all your green stuff. All just because you did not want to be reminded of
him, his love, his presence.
“Why did you leave me?” you asked out in the empty air, getting out of
the bed, deciding that you needed a shower. You walked out in the hallway, only
wearing your white nightdress, and walked into the bathroom.
The dress slid of your body and laid alone on the cold, hard floor. You turned
on the water, and a stream of cold hit your body, taking you back to him. When you
touched him, his cold skin against yours, you constantly trying to heat him up,
always failing but he loved that you even tried.
You stared at him. He was
concentrating, reading one of your books. He loved reading, and you loved
admiring the features of his face as he read. The smiles, the sadness, the brow
“What are you looking at love?”
he asked you. You hadn’t noticed that he saw you staring at him. You blushed
and glanced down. His mouth curved into a cocky smile that awoke the
butterflies in you.
“Nothing I just-“
“Come here.” He said and signed
you to sit next to him. You did as he said. You leaned your head to his
shoulder, and even outside the clothes, you could feel his cold skin against
yours. You shivered, and he noticed.
“I’m sorry.” He stated, well
knowing of his coldness. He looked at you, in your eyes, looking into your
soul. His face was pained, a little disappointed.
“It’s okay Loki.” You said and
leaned back onto his shoulder, taking his cold hand in yours. You smiled at him
and squeezed his hand, trying to make him feel better with his cold.
He looked at you, smiling, truly.
Not one of those fake smiles everyone had posted on their face, but a true
You realized you had forgot to breath, and pulled the air into your
lungs. Tears streamed down your face, and you remembered all the times he had
helped you handle your uncontrollable feelings.
He held you in his arms, dried your face, squeezed you, laid with you,
comforted you, told you how much he loved you, showed you magic, been there for
you when nobody else was.
You washed the shampoo out of your hair, hoping it would wash the pain
out, knowing it wouldn’t.
“Why did you leave me?” you whispered to yourself.
You finished your bath and put on the white nightdress on again. Your wet
hair fell on your back, making you shiver through the cold. You turned to get a
cardigan, and a few meters from you, was Loki. He looked at you, mouth
twitching. He looked down, ashamed of his actions. You got yourself together
and moved closer to him.
“Shut up.” You interrupted him, now only a few inches away from him. You
could feel his breath, his heart beat, him being real. His green eyes were
locked on your (Y/E/C) eyes. You noticed that his eyes were wet. The twitching
stopped, replaced by a sad expression.
You had enough. You wrapped your hands around the back of his neck,
pulling him closer, meeting his lips with yours. He was shocked by your sudden
action, but was in on your game, and wrapped one of his strong arms around your
waist, pulling you even closer to himself.
“I’ve missed you Darling.” He said when he pulled back for air.
“I’ve missed you too Loki.”
The next morning, you woke up in Loki’s arms. He was present, right
before you. He was asleep, which was rare for him. You studied his sleeping. His
bare chest, strong arms, his relaxed face. He looked so amazing.
You walked out in your kitchen, making a cup of coffee for yourself. You
looked out of the window, into the quiet rain that was falling, hitting
everything it could. You sipped to the strong coffee, enjoying the silence.
“Darling…” you felt his arms make their way around your waist. His breath
in your hair. You leaned back to face him. He smiled at you, scared that you
hated him for what he had done a year ago. You turned quick to face him. He held
you close, bend down, forehead on forehead.
“I’m sorry dove.” He stated, smile falling from his beautiful face. You placed
a hand on his cheek, pressing your lips lightly on his.
“It’s okay Loki, it’s okay.” You comforted. He looked down, holding back
the tears that were forming in his eyes. You placed you hand on his chin,
making him look at you. His eyes welled up.
“I promise baby, it’s okay.” You said, trying to kiss his forehead, but
since he was too tall, you ended somewhere between his brows and over his nose.
Your action made him chuckle, and he pulled you close and hugged you.
And so you stood like that. Arms wrapped tightly around each other, as
if you could disappear in the next second.
“I am so sorry (Y/N).” he whispered in your hair. You smiled, knowing
that he really was sorry.
“Promise me to never leave again, or at least take me with you if you
have to.” You whispered into his cold, bare chest.
“I can’t. The places I go? I can’t bring a mortal, especially not you. If
something happened to you, I would never forgive myself. Never ever.” He said,
voice shaking. You pulled away, but not too much, scared that he would
disappear again. You looked into his pained eyes.
“Next time, you bring me.” You stated, making sure he understood that he
could never leave you alone again. He sighed with a chuckle.
“I will then, but I will be beside you at all times.” He said and kissed
your forehead, successfully, unlike your attempt.
“I wouldn’t mind.” You smiled and kissed him perfectly on his lips.
"I don't regret this and I never will."- for Elorcan please and thank you :)
My heart aches for these two and how they will come to terms with what happened on the beach! So without further ado here is the fic~!
A war cry bellowed over the sounds of metal clashing and
screams of pain. Lorcan strode through the carnage. Blood dripping from his
broadsword as sweat ran down his muddied face.
Without hesitation he cut down valgs, wyverns and any enemy
that dared entered his path. Hellas’s power coursed through him – death and
thought and destruction. A dark warrior who thrived on the dark gift. That was
what Lorcan was.
A wild smile danced on his lips as he let current of power
rise to its potential.
He crouched low and avoided needle-sharp teeth and
flesh-shredding claws before cleaving the head off the beast that dared to face
him. In the distance he saw flames and wind answer the call to their wielders.
Aelin and Rowan had once again found each other.
Lorcan had not time to celebrate for his friend finding his
wife – his mate. Not when there was a war to be won.
In the midst of his killings Lorcan had lost track of the
one thing he had vowed to protect no matter how this battle turned. It wasn’t
until he heard a familiar scream that Lorcan’s heart plunged in fear. Something
he rarely felt, but his panic propelled him to bound over the fallen bodies of
both human, fae and monsters alike with blinding speed.
“Not her,” Lorcan whispered to the air that reeked of
decaying flesh and smoke. “Anyone, but her.”
“LORCAN!” Elide cried out. Her tone pushing Lorcan to
greater lengths to find her.
He would always find
her. That was what he promised.
He followed her scent until he leapt several yards away from
where she was held captive. In the hands of his previous queen. Maeve.
“My traitorous dark warrior has arrived. How have you
enjoyed your time being free of the blood oath?” Maeve said with ease. Even as
her fingers held a dagger to Elide’s throat.
When Lorcan didn’t answer with anything but a glare Meave
simply tsked in disappointment. “I figured you – a demi fae – would steer clear
away from human females. Let alone one that is crippled and holds no beauty
compared to your previous lovers.”
Lorcan continued shooting Maeve with a hateful stare that
would have sent most warriors on their knees in fear of his wrath.
“Have you nothing to say?” Maeve asked. “Perhaps the pitiful
female would like to speak.” Maeve dug the blade deep enough that a small
trickle of blood streamed down her throat.
Elide was silent, but her dark eyes looked at Lorcan. But
her eyes spoke loud enough for Lorcan to understand that she needed him. Elide
was no match for Maeve, but Lorcan could at least help her escape from the
But Lorcan couldn’t move. His whole body was frozen.
“I should kill you now Lorcan,” Maeve mused. “The severed
blood oath has probably made you terribly miserable. Killing you would be a
mercy wouldn’t it?”
Against Lorcan’s will he nodded his head. Elide’s eyes
widened in terror.
“Leave him alone,” Elide snarled. Meave’s blade cut deeper
into her throat in warning.
Dirt and blood mixed on Elide’s face from the fights she had
previously been in. Her mangled ankle barely supported her body as she trembled
from exhaustion. But Elide would still go down fighting until her dying breath.
“Tell me Lorcan,” Maeve eyed him disdainfully. “Do you want
Lorcan said nothing. His voice wouldn’t rise at all due to
whatever magic Maeve held against him. His blade hung uselessly at his side as
he scowled at the Queen of Doranelle.
“He does want to live,” Elide said quickly. “Lorcan’s life
is not one to be tossed away at your whim.” Elide spat the last part out.
Lorcan winced. Why didn’t he force Elide to stay off the
battlefield? Sure she would have loathed him for it, but at least that meant
she was away from danger. He wished that she was safe in Perranth. Her
home…where she belonged.
Maeve raised a brow at the human in her grasp. “You have
quit the tongue don’t you? Not
many humans would dare speak to me in such a tone… for that I will spare him on
your ill-placed passionate words on this dishonorable warrior…but you little human” Meave ran the blade
higher on Elide’s neck. “If Lorcan does not wish your life to be spared then
you shall die.”
Elide looked to Lorcan with eyes full of hope that it almost
brought him to his knees. He tried to speak and to his horror no words left his
In that instant the hope in Elide’s eyes cracked. And
shattered when Lorcan couldn’t say the words he desperately wanted her to hear.
Elide I want you to
live. I wantus to live together. In Perranth. Forever.
“Will you not beg me to save her Lorcan?
Like you groveled on your knees and pleaded with me to keep you as one of my
blood oath warriors?” Maeve smiled faintly. Taking in the internal agony that
Lorcan fought from within.
“Lorcan?” Elide’s voice was raw with unshed tears. Her pale
face that previously was filled with unrelenting rage to fight shifted into
disbelief and finally despair.
“Lorcan please,” Elide said louder even as the blade began
to cut into her throat.
Lorcan could smell her blood just as clearly as he could
smell the emotions that radiated from Elide.
“Nothing?” Maeve said. “Then let this be a lesson Lorcan.
Those that are gifted by the God of violent deaths – Hellas himself – then
those you hold closest to your heart shall face violent ends.”
The blade flashed in one quick motion followed by a spray of
blood. Elide’s life poured from her wound. One that did not mean a quick death,
but instead one that would be drawn out.
Darkness pushed Lorcan forward with a roar. He dropped to
the ground and cradled Elide to his chest. His leather armor became soaked in
her blood within seconds. He pressed his scarred hand to the wound. Yet red
seeped between his fingers no matter how much pressure he used.
“Elide stay with me,” Lorcan begged. “Please don’t leave.”
Elide choked and her cough brought up blood. The ruby color contrasted darkly with her pale lips.
“You…betrayed me…again…” Elide brokenly said.
“No! I love you Elide. I swear it.” Tears rolled down
“Your promises,” Elide wetly coughed. Words barely
understandable. “Are worth nothing to me.”
“You don’t mean that,” Lorcan held her gently. “I worked
every day to earn your trust back after Aelin was taken. I love you so much and
you said you loved me as we walked onto this battlefield together.”
With her final breath Elide looked directly into
Lorcan’s eyes. N warmth could be found in her stare. “I hate you.”
And Elide Lochan’s heart ceased to beat in the midst of war
being held by a fae whose soul had died with his mate’s last words. A mate she
didn’t even know she was.
Lorcan must have been screaming. He fought off the hands
that wrapped around him.
Please not Elide. Hellas could take anyone else, but not Elide.
Elide who he loved.
Elide who was his mate.
Elide who –
Lorcan jolted awake and his eyes registered darkness. But
this was not Hellas’s darkness coming to claim him. No this was night that
cloaked the room.
“Lorcan?” A gentle hand reached for his bare arm that was
without braces that usually held hidden knives. It was then that he realized he
wore no armor. Only a blanket covered his chest save for the small hand that
made it’s home above his pounding heartbeat.
His eyes followed that hand until he was met with the sight
of Elide. She was nestled against his body in a nightdress and her eyes blinked
drowsily from being awoken suddenly.
“Elide?” Lorcan reached for her shakily. Afraid that this
moment would shatter.
“Was it a bad dream?” Elide asked.
Lorcan swallowed. “Yes.” His hand hovered above her cheek.
He knew that his nightmare had been a fabrication of his mind. It had been
years since the war. He and Elide were married now. Living in Perranth no less.
What if she had chosen someone else instead of him? She
wouldn’t have suffered through seeing him betray her Aelin and her court to
Maeve on that beach. Wouldn’t have known what a damn mess of a fae he was and
that he had no right being in this bed beside her. Elide, the light to his
darkness, deserved better.
Elide blinked and clearly heard the thoughts through the
mating bond. Her fingers interlaced with Lorcan’s hesitant hand. She brought
his knuckles to her soft lips.
“I don’t regret this and never will,” she whispered across
his jagged scars. “I love you Lorcan. And I would do it all again – the good
and the bad – if it meant being with you.”
Lorcan eased his other hand to Elide’s cheek and gently
raised her face toward his. Slowly he kissed those lips that knew just what to
say when he needed them most.
“I love you Elide.” He said into her lips.
“I know,” Elide smiled and deepened the kiss. Earning a
pleased growl from her mate.
Time and POV in Stuck in the Middle With You 12x12...
“So… tell me a story…” says Mr. Ketch, sitting across from Mary, just after the burning MOL symbol of the season announces…
The narrative is thus framed as told in flashback by Mary to Mr. Ketch.
The first POV we get is therefore Mary’s…
Time card… accompanied by the ticking of a stop watch (which we hear at intervals throughout the episode).
Mary witnesses Dean performing “super-hetero Dean” for Wally, or attempting to, in a diner - doesn’t go so well, with the, “My shy but devastatingly handsome friend,” huh Dean? Although, of course we can all agree Cas IS devastatingly handsome…
Mary is not impressed… (not with her sons bickering either - oh Mary - you ain’t seen nothing yet…)
All the Tangled feels!!! Seriously, this whole drama is one huge meta - there are so many references including Tangled, comic superwomen, King Kong, Bluebeard, Romeo & Juliet,…
“I feel like the heroine,….”
Bong Soon in her frilly pink nightdress, wielding a frying pan and with her 158 cm defies every stereotypical notion people usually have about bodyguards, but she has just knocked down two highly trained attackers, without breaking a sweat.
I love how Min Hyuk, despite being used to her strength by now, never ceases to have this kind of awed expression whenever BS uses her power, as if she were the awesomed thing that has ever awesomed and he still couldn’t quite believe that she could be real.
Sherlock crosses his arms over his chest and grins at her. “Is it, now?”
She glares furiously. “ Yes. It. Is!”
And a pouting, frustrated and, perhaps most importantly very, very drunk, Molly Hooper flops down onto his bed.
Attempts, once again, to pull her socks off, though this would be rather easier if her jeans weren’t already around her thighs.
She huffs impatiently, trying to get a hold of her left foot and when she can’t she makes a little whining noise. Flops back onto her back in defeat and puffs her hair out of her face through pouted lips.
“Sherlock?” she says tremulously.
He bites the inside of his cheek. “Yes, Molly?”
She manages to raise her head just enough to look beseechingly at him. Her big brown eyes are as round and wide as Bambi’s. “Sherlock, can you help me get undressed?” she asks.
Derek sat on your couch, poring over the file as you hurried to your board. “Peter Hale?” You asked him, your brow quirked as you looked for the name. “He’s not on the board?” You turned back to him, his chest rising and falling with laughter. He looked down, avoiding your gaze as he calmed down, his lips still curled into a grin as he looked at you. “What’s so funny?” You asked and he shook his head yet again. “You and Stiles really are a perfect match.” You felt your body run hot, a blush rolling across your cheeks as Derek went back to looking through the file. “Thanks Derek, I’ll call Cupid, see if he owes me any favors?” You scowled, your arms crossed tightly against your chest, clutching your ribs as you felt vulnerable.
My title is so damn creative, I astound myself. So this is for a @twh-sss Ragnarok!Loki with his flippy flippy knives…..and I’m not sure if it’s smut-tastic enough… I dunno. It got away from me, but I still liked it…. so here.
Warnings: Nothing really. Oh, a little smutty smut smut.
(Child) Robb Stark x (Child)Reader x (Child)
Notes: Y/N = your name.
Imagine being a child living in Winterfell with
Robb and Jon, and falling asleep in Robb’s bed with him and Jon.
It was, all in all, a warm night: a wool blanket was enough to keep Robb, Jon
and you warm. You three were in Robb’s room, wrapped together in bed with you
stuck between them, listening intently to the Old Nan telling the Rat Cook
tale. In all honesty, you couldn’t tell which was scarier, if the story or the
Old Nan herself. The cook was giving you the creeps, but at the same time you
were trembling because of the shrunken wrinkled face that appeared so ghostly
by the candle light. As the woman was speaking, you imperceptibly turned to
glimpse Jon, serious and focused; then you looked at Robb and saw him smirking
off his face. It certainly seemed like you were the only one who was almost
frightened to death; anyway, you couldn’t let the two boys knowing about it, so
you swallowed your fear and went back to listen to Old Nan.
It seemed like hours until the story ended and you were now watching the
woman leaving slowly and wobbly, not before she recommended Jon and you to return
to your respective bedrooms. As to make a point, Old Nan left the door open
letting the cold air from the hallway in.
– Are we going? – Jon asked you, but Robb started to protest.
– Already tired? – he complained standing up on the furs of his bed while his
half-brother, instead, got off jumping on the floor. Jon handed you your little
shoes even before he could put his own on, to keep you from touch the cold
ground with bare feet.
– If lady Catelyn finds us here, she will scold us again – he insisted
looking up to Robb.
– I can hide you! – the auburn haired boy exclaimed and with that he jumped
off the bed too and grabbed one of Jon’s boot. Jon tried to steal it from his
grasp, but he failed. – And – his brother went on looking at you, – Y/n wants
to stay, I know!
He then got closer to you that were slipping the second shoe on, – Stay
here, Y/n – he plead. Meanwhile Jon finally succeeded in having his boot back.
– Jon… – you begged with an uncertain expression on your face, hoping not
to make him mad. Actually, the idea to stay alone in your dark room after that
creepy tale really wasn’t so appealing. That happened every time and this was
the reason you played for time with Robb and Jon so often after curfew. So, it
was only your fault if lady Catelyn had dressed the three of you down for the
last three days. Being the apple of his mother’s eye, Robb didn’t seem to mind the
scolds at all, but Jon, of course, was another matter. Lady Catelyn didn’t like
him and he knew it pretty well, and he just wished not to make her upset; but as
a little child, he also wished to stay with his friends having fun as long as
possible. Because of that, now he was staring at his feet, one still bare and
cold on the floor, pondering what to do.
Robb patted his shoulder with a wide smile – Let’s build up a barricade! –
– A barricade? – you asked confused, watching as Robb closed the door of
his room trying to be as silent as possible and then Jon giving up to your will
with a sigh. He took off the only boot he was wearing and reached you on the
mattress, quickly followed by Robb.
– A barricade against the Rat Cook – he explained glancing strangely at Jon,
who started to crawl towards you murmuring – Because if you don’t hide…
– He will eat you! – they both burst out tickling you and making you
scream. Anyway, Robb was fast enough to shout you up by putting a hand on your
mouth, scratching your belly with the other along with Jon. After a while they
got tired and exhausted from all the laughs, and let you rest, panting
– I hate you – you whined moving under the blankets. You covered yourself
above your head, and in there you listened to the boys whispers.
– You made her mad – Robb said
and Jon answered back he was the one
who tickled you more. Later you heard the soft sound of the covers raising as
the boy slipped down there with you.
– Sorry, Y/n – Jon muttered grasping the hem of your nightdress as Robb laid
down next to you too; you felt Robb’s little hand stroking your cheek and then he
asked – You’re not crying, are you?
Fully aware you succeeded in your plans, you started to giggle.
– You really are stupid! – and they tickled you again.
Catelyn found the three of you sleeping in Robb’s bed when she came to
check for her son. Even if you disobeyed her for the fourth time in a week, she
could not disturb your dreams. The simple way Robb rested, keeping you in a
genuine embrace and holding Jon too at the same time, melted her heart.
– Oh, Ned… – she whispered as her husband walked in, unable to hide a warm
He wrapped an arm around her waist and placed a kiss on her temple.
– Let them stay here for tonight.
Catelyn nodded. They gave a last look to you and went out, closing the door
gently as not to waken you.
This was very short, but I hope you enjoyed it anyway =)