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Heir To The North

Originally posted by iheartgot

TITLE:  Heir To The North

SUMMARY:  Reader finds out Jon had a son with Ygritte. This is not Jonsa. *shudders*

AUTHOR: XVIII

CHARACTERS:  Jon x Reader, Arya, Sansa, Davos, Tormund, Ygritte’s son

WORD COUNT: 1265

WARNING: None

AUTHOR’S NOTE:  oneshot. also this is my first GoT fic so i hope you enjoy it!

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A Keen Ally

TITLE: A Keen Ally

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: One Shot

AUTHOR: SierraLaufeyson13

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine being a part time Avenger and going into battle with Loki. Both of you work really well as a team, he’s the brains and your the brawn. You save him by stepping in front of a soldier and blocking their hit…

RATING: PG

NOTES/WARNINGS: So I had this written and then forgot all about it? Oh well, better late than never. 

“It’s called heterochromia iridum, Loki, and staring is rude.” Those were the first words you ever spoke to Loki, it was a chance meeting as he had been returned under the supervision of Thor to repent for his crimes and you had decided to finally show up at one of Stark’s parties. The god sat in the corner, away from the drunken antics of the guests, looking like he would rather be anywhere else than there. As the only empty seat on the edge of the room was by him, you took a seat next to time and slowly nursed the vodka tonic. There was no conversation and you could feel his eyes on you, it was unnerving. It was like any other person staring at your unusual appearance but it was the intensity of his scrutinizing glare that made you shift and speak out.

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My heart is so numb from your love
but my bones still ache
for the way we used to lie together
and bruises stain my skin in every place you’ve ever touched me.

I still cry tears of blood
whenever I remember the look on your face when you told me that you would be back in December.
Now the air is getting colder and my heart, it’s growing warmer.
I think I may have put the pieces back together by myself.

But for you,
there will always be a place in my heart-
right where you tore it apart.
and I will keep my promise.
That much is true.

My lips, I’ll keep parted
so that there will always be a space
to place yours where they belong.

And I’ll bring flowers to your grave.
Except they wont be beautiful and innocent like we thought we were.
They will be hydrangeas.
Because they are poisonous.
And we were too.

— 

To an Old Friend” 

Janurary 3, 2014

by Kyanna Dominguez 

aka cacti-cutie