the first gif is the reason why i ship them in the first place

TONIGHT, WE SLEEP
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Summary: You, Rocket and Groot end up stuck spending the night at one of Contraxia’s love hotels. Rocket enjoys teasing you, but doesn’t expect what you do in return.
Warnings: No?? Just flirting…but I dont think thats a warning.
A/N: My first Rocket imagine! I usually dont like writing imagines for characters I like because I tend to lose interest. But I decided to try it out. Hopefully next time, it’ll get better and more ~intense~
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The room hummed under the red glow of neon lamps and the lovers bed pressed up against the wall. You felt the walls muffle your voice, unsure of how to ask Rocket why this was the only available place for them to sleep in. Besides the thick silence hung between the three of you, and the occasional rattling of the cheaply plastered velvet walls, the only sounds to be heard was beyond the glass window wrapped up in curtains. Mainly the rowdiness of drunkards and the piercing laughter that cut through the cold winter night of Contraxia. Then again, every night here is a cold winter night.
Your hands instinctively rubbed your upper arms, trying to warm up in the unusually cold room. There were many reasons this hotel would want cold rooms, some sexual and others less so. Groot was the first to move, walking towards the wall by the glass window and sitting down.
“I am Groot,” He reclined back, his body slowly becoming connected to the wall as he gazed outside to the different species stumbling about. Rocket followed after him, setting his bag down on the right side of the bed, keeping himself occupied with unpacking. You bit the inside of your cheek, watching him only momentarily before excusing yourself to the bathroom to shower.
Rocket began to assemble his gun, getting it ready just in case anything happened during the night. After a couple visits to Contraxia, he knew better than to come unprepared.
“I am Groot,” Groot spoke, causing Rocket to freeze up. He let out a sigh, shaking his head and continuing his work.
“Because we didn’t have enough units to stay at a nice place like The Divine.” He dragged out, revealing his canines. Rewards were coming in slowly, and their collective spending habits were high matinence. This cheesy love hotel was the only thing they could afford on this planet while their ship was under repairs. Needless to say, Reception looked mildly confused at the three of them walking in and requesting a one bedroom.
“I am Groot,” He said once more, turning his head back towards the window. Rocket rolled his eyes, finishing the final details to his weapon. His ear twitched at the sound of the water turning off, his eyes flickering at the shut door, waiting for you to come out.
“Why don’t you just get some shut-eye? Not my fault we couldn’t get separate rooms,” He grumbled, looking down at his gun as be screwed a bolt in tightly with his fingers. Groot didn’t respond, merely closing his eyes and taking a deep breath as he felt himself become rooted into the wall. Rocket perked his head up at the sound of the door sliding open. He watched you pad out of the bathroom, a slip hanging off your shoulders as you dried the top of your hair.
“Did Groot fall asleep already?” You asked, tossing the towel to the side as Rocket murmured in agreement. After walking up to Groot, you kissed him on his forehead before walking towards the bed.
“How come you don’t kiss me like that before I go to bed?” Rocket asked, grinning to himself as you felt your face heat up. The words got lodged in your throat, so you stayed silent and looked away from him. “Left you speechless? That’s usually the effect I have on people,” He snickered, closing a final compartment on his gun and placing it against the bed.
“Its not funny,” You said, grabbing the covers and pulling them over your shoulders as you curled away from Rocket. He clicked his tongue, rolling his eyes as he got up on the bed. His nose wiggled in your hair, just brushing against the back of your neck.
“I think its cute,” He murmured, his paw resting on your waist as he pulled himself closer. “I love getting you all riled up,” His voice was low, feeling his breath right along your ear before feeling his teeth scrape lightly against the flesh on your neck.
“Maybe Groot should have slept on the bed instead,” You barked back, Rocket grinning at the remark.
“And have you sleep on the floor? Besides, I wouldn’t be able to do all this with Groot,” He snickered. You turned around, your lower lip sticking out in a pout as your brows furrowed.
“What’s with the face, Babydoll?” He mocked you, his ears pressing against his head. Tonight was not the night. Perhaps it was because this wasn’t the first instance of him flirting with you. Or perhaps it was because you didn’t want Rocket to only see you as a blushing mess. Perhaps it was because you wanted him to see you as someone who could keep up with him. It was most definitely because you loved him, though.
Your hands reached out for his, enclosing them with your fists and pinning them above his head as you straddled him. His eyes were wide, watching uncertainty hide behind your irises as your hair fell to one side.
“What’s with the face, Babydoll?” She mocked. Rocket closed his eyes, shaking his head for a second before opening them again and grinning.
“I think I like this side of you,” He whispered, making sure Groot couldn’t hear them.
You rolled your eyes, “It’s a hotel. We are supposed to sleep. Do you think you can do that just for this one night?” You asked, a glimmer of mischief in Rocket’s eyes.
“Actually it’s a Love Hotel,” He corrected. “If I’m not mistaken, we aren’t supposed to be sleeping,” His brow raised, looking up at you as his left ear twitched.
“Maybe another night, Rocket. Tonight, we sleep,” You said, rolling off of him and getting under the comforter.
“Another night?” He echoed. “I don’t know…perhaps we should get a sneak peak-“ You interrupted him by grabbing him by the waist and pulling him close to you. His head laid on your chest, hearing your heartbeat.
“Tonight, we sleep,” You mumbled, eyes closed as Rocket agreed in silence. Tonight you would sleep.

Can’t Lose You

Summary: The reader tries to calm down a very angry Peter Quill..which leads to Peter remembering the time he almost lost the reader forcing him into action. 

Word Count: 3827

Song Pairing: https://youtu.be/0sYecQ_3jtw (Fooled Around and Fell in Love)

Authors note: ANGRY PETER MEANS SEXY PETER! This one is on the shorter side, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t smutty ;) ( when have I ever NOT written something smutty?) 

Peter getting genuinely mad was not something that normally happened. Sure he got into fights with Rocket or even the occasional fight with Gamora, but nothing super serious. They would be solved within an hour or so, and soon replaced with “We’ve been married for forty years” bickering.

Not today though, Peter was truly mad. He slammed the door shut as he left his room, “Have I ever told you that Tony Stark is a huge dickwad”. The Avengers were calling in anyone who had experience with Thanos, which meant he had to video chat with them.

Raising an eyebrow you said, “What happened did he say his gun was bigger than yours?”. Peter laughed dryly and gave you a bitch face, letting you know he was truly angry.

You cursed yourself for thinking about how sexy Peter looked when he was angry. That’s one of the reasons why you enjoyed teasing him lightly, he was damn sexy when mad”. Peter said the same thing about you. 


Raising his hands up in anger he said, “No he didn’t (y/n), but he insulted us all!”. You’d placed down the book you’d been reading, giving Peter your full attention. Trying to ease his anger you asked, “Have you talked with Steve he’s much more-”.

Peter cut you off, “He said we were inexperienced, that I don’t care enough about you guys and put your lives in danger!”. You had expected something like that to annoy Peter, but not make him fuming.

You walked over to him, “Why did he say that Peter?”. His anger only grew, and he avoided your gaze. He punched the wall, “Doesn’t matter, the asshole said it! I care about you guys so much!! We’re family and-”.

This time Peter was cut off by Rocket, “ I think we all know who you care about Quill”. You felt yourself blushing as Rocket tried to subtly hint at you but failed. The rest of the team had walked in, done running errands for the day.

Peter pointed a finger at Rocket, “Don’t start with me right now I’m seconds away from calling you the “r” word!”. Rocket just rolled his eyes, and took Groot to go sit down with him.

Gamora asked, “Maybe Tony was referencing your trip to Morag with (y/n)”. That was one of the missions that the team could never forget.

Drax added, “Oh yes that was the time where Peter made a huge mistake and got (y/n) seriously injured”. Gamora turned sending daggers at Drax while he looked confused. That mission was something Peter hated talking about.

You and Peter had been sent to Morag to retrieve an ancient script that the Nova Corps needed. It was supposed to be the classic run of the mill mission which is why only you and Peter left the ship.

Morag was an oceanic planet, and only housed various species of animals. The script was located in a sea cavern, but you had a map telling you directly where it was.

Rocket had given you and Peter special equipment to breath underwater. The mission couldn’t get any simpler.

You and Peter easily found the cavern, and it was amazing to be underwater but have everything be clear as day. Peter smirked watching you take it in, “Guess swimming with the fishes ain’t so bad in this case huh (y/n)”.

Smiling back you said, “As long as either of us don’t go belly up”. This caused the both of you to laugh, you were the only one who was able to share Peter’s sense of humor.

Being from Earth helped greatly, Peter had first found you on Xandar. You’d been a shield agent sent to help handle intergalactic communications.

It had been love at first Footloose reference, except both of you hid your true feelings from each other. Settling for friendship in order to not lose everything. Peter knew he needed to keep you in his life no matter what.

Peter swam ahead of you, entering the cavern. The script was right in front of him, “Uh houston have a problem…this was too easy”. He turned around expecting to see you roll your eyes or try not to smile at his joke.

Peter grabbed the script and shoved it into it’s waterproof case, slinging it around his back. Quickly he jumped back into the water, wanting to make sure you were okay.

His eyes widened when he saw to being dragged down deeper by a huge sharklike creature. As he sprung into action Peter said, “We’re gonna need a bigger boat”.

He wondered why you hadn’t yelled for help but then saw the various scratches all over your helmet, the bastard had cut the communication cord.

The creature was thrashing around, going behind and infront of you. Peter noticed you motioning to your suit, and he realized the air tank had been punctured by the creature’s teeth.

He had to do something quickly before your air supply ran out and the creature dragged you out of range. It was a risky shot but he took it anyway, firing an underwater gun the Nova had given him.

At last second the creature had moved, but Peter still hit it. He swam over to you watching the creature sink to the ground. Blood clouded the water around you, turning it from a light blue to a dark red.

Peter’s smile faded when he saw you clench your side, realizing although he’d hit the creature he’d also hit you. Things got worse when he saw your eyes begin to close, your mouth opening.

With all of his strength Peter carried you to the surface, swimming as fast as he could. The entire time he talked to you, “We’re gonna get out of this and you’re gonna wake up and give me that classic smirk”.

As he dragged you out of the water he continued, “That look where you pretend to be mad at me but we both know you find me irresistibly charming and when you think I’m not looking you finally smile”.

He quickly placed his breathing peace into your mouth while with the other hand he applied pressure to where you’d been bleeding.

Peter shook his head, “Come on (y/n) you can’t quit on me yet, you still owe me that drink from when I beat you in pacman!”. His smile returned when he watched you open your eyes and begin to cough.

With all your strength you said, “We both know I let you win Quill”. Somehow he found himself smiling, god you were just as stupid as him.

Peter was scared you’d heard everything he’d said, but maybe you’d be too out of it to even remember. He called for Rocket to come meet you with the Milano, and he carried you aboard.

That had been one of the worst memories of Peter’s life, the moment where he almost lost you. In that moment he realized how he didn’t love you like a friend, he loved you loved you.

That had been the exact moment Stark had brought up on the phone, and it made Peter furious. Speaking up you said, “We all know that wasn’t Peter’s fault, we had thought the water was clear”.

Peter shook his head, “I should’ve checked thoroughly, I was too cocky”. You could’ve checked the water more thoroughly too. Peter lowered his head, “I should’ve known something was up when you weren’t right behind me..I thought you were just enjoying yourself”.

Softly you asked, “So Tony did bring that up? Peter he’s made countless mistakes himself…we’ve all come close to losing someone!”.

Peter looked at you, “But I can’t lose you (y/n)!”. Gamora patted Drax on the shoulder, signaling for them to both leave the room. Loudly he asked, “But Gamora we were about to see if Peter would finally adm-”.

Gamora shut him up by pushing him forward, thankful he hadn’t finished his sentence. Peter’s anger had finally left him, but he was now filled with guilt. You took a step closer to him, “And you won’t Peter”.

He shook his head, “But what if-”. Walking over to him you took your hands in his, trying to stop your dirty mind when you realized how huge they were.

You looked into his eyes, “Peter you’ll never lose me, I’m like the terminator-”.Peter smiled softly finishing your sentence, “You’ll be back”.

You could always make each other laugh at the most fucked up times. Peter still held onto one of your hands, and you blushed when you realized it.

With his other hand he picked your chin up to meet his gaze. Peter’s eyes looked deeply into yours, “You’re so beautiful (y/n)…”. You bit your lip with all the attention he was giving you, feeling your own feelings for him start to surface.

Smirking you said, “Peter Quill, are you trying to seduce me?”. Peter also found himself smirking as he pulled a remote out of his jacket pocket. Before pressing the button he said, “If I were trying to seduce you, there’d be music playing”.

His face lit up when , “Fooled around and fell in love” blared through the ship’s speakers. He pulled you into his arms whispering in your ear, “Peter Quill doesn’t try to seduce women, he does seduce women”.

                  I must have been through about a million girls

          I’d love ‘em then I’d leave ‘em alone

You rolled your eyes, smiling when you thought he wasn’t looking at you. One hand rested on the small of your back while the other held your hand in his.

Teasingly you said, “You don’t seem to be able to seduce any women lately”. You’d been happy that lately Peter hadn’t brought any women back to the ship because every time he did it broke your heart.

            I didn’t care how much they cried, no sir

      Their tears left me cold as a stone

Sarcastically he said, “Bit of a dry spell lately” the both of you knew that wasn’t it. Playing along you replied with, “ I thought Starlord never had dry spells”.

Peter’s heart raced hearing you call him that, it was a huge turn on, but it felt more intense coming from you. Together your bodies swayed to the beat, “Been awhile since you’ve brought anyone back”.

You laughed, “Since when do you keep track?”. Peter was happy you weren’t looking at him, that way you couldn’t see his blush. Trying to play it cool he said, “I just want to make sure you don’t beat me”.

That was a lie. Peter noticed every time you brought someone back to the ship because it just confirmed his own insecurities. He pushed down his feelings by distracting himself with women, but it just made it worse…they weren’t you.

               But then I fooled around and fell in love

        I fooled around and fell in love, yes I did

You rested your head against his chest, causing his breath to hitch. He couldn’t explain it but every time you touched him it was like the first time anyone had. Things just felt right with you.

Softly you said, “I don’t think that’s a contest either of us would win”. Peter heard the hurt in your voice and thought that maybe you’d felt the way he did. Slowly Peter spun you out, but instantly missed the feeling of having you so close.

             Ah, but since I met you baby, love’s got a hold on me

       It’s got a hold on me now, I can’t let go of you baby

Peter dipped you, feeling his own desire growing looking down at you. You just smiled up at him, your eyes so inviting. Feeling nervous for the first time in his life, he quickly brought you back upright.

When Peter saw the happiness leave your face he realized that he just had to go for it. He found himself laughing, realizing what Drax had said earlier was right. There are two types of beings in the universe; those who dance, and those who do not.

Confused you looked up at Peter and asked, “What are you giggling about?”. Peter looked down at you with love in his eyes. He moved his hands to your hips, “You and I both dance”.

You were even more confused, “And? We both eat and drink-”. Peter’s smile grew, “That’s not what I’m saying…I’m trying to say that…”. Peter knew that once he told you he loved you everything would be out on the line, but he couldn’t pretend anymore.

Peter moved one hand to cup your face, “I love you (y/n)”. You stood there for a moment unsure of how to react. This was something that had played out in your head almost a hundred times, but now it was happening.

When you saw how happy he looked any doubt you had vanished. Smiling you said, “I love you too Peter”. Peter just smirked, and you knew something fun was about to happen.

He picked you up into his arms and yelled, “If the ship is a rockin’ don’t come a knockin’”. You threw your head back in laughter along with Peter.

Not wanting to miss the opportunity Rocket yelled back, “Finally!! Groot you owe me 10 units!”. Rolling your eyes you realized they’d been betting on how long it would take you and Peter to finally tell the other how you felt.

You didn’t care though, you were in Peter’s arms. He closed the door to his room with his foot and smiled smugly, obviously proud of himself. Joking you said, “Real sexy Quill”.

Peter crashed down onto his bed, you on top of him. Once again his hands found your hips as he kissed you passionately. Peter couldn’t help himself, as the kiss continued he moved his hands to cup you ass.

You shook your head, “Someone’s eager”. Peter only gripped your ass tighter causing you to squeal. Smirking he teased, “Someone likes it”. The man wasn’t wrong, you did like it.

You loved his big hands running up and down your body. Leaning back you pulled your dress over your head, and Peter watched you while licking his lips.

Eyeing you up and down he repeated, “So beautiful..so fucking beautiful”. Feeling daring you put your hands behind your back and slowly took off your bra.

Peter’s mouth feel agape, and he felt himself getting harder. Before he knew what he was doing he brought his hands up to cup your breasts. You threw your head back and moaned, loving the way his calloused hands felt against your skin.

As Peter began to suck on your nipples you bucked your hips, it felt so good. He moaned, “You’re going to be the death of me (y/n)”. Peter only stopped sucking to take off his shirt and pants, needing this just as badly as you.

You ran your hands up his chest slowly, marveling at how toned he was. Raising an eyebrow he smirked, “Like what you see?”. You started to slide down his boxers, “Something tells me I’ll like the full package better”.

He didn’t know how but you caused him to swallow hard, stunned for a moment. Peter was experienced, this wasn’t his first rodeo…but just something about you did it too him. Made him feel like up until this point he didn’t even know what pleasure felt like.

You slid your body down so you face now rested above his extremely hard member. Peter just looked down at you, feeling the desire in his stomach grow like hunger.

Slowly you slid down his boxers, watching his member spring forward. You bit your lip, “Fuck Peter”. It felt so good to hear you say his name like that, and it made his member throb.

Slowly you licked up his shaft, watching his eyes widen. When you got to the tip you sucked the precum off of it, moaning. You kept eyecontact the whole time, “You taste so good”.

Peter moaned loudly, everything you did made him feel like he was going to explode. You kissed your way back down his shaft, knowing what you did next would drive him wild.

You began to suck on his balls, one of his more sensitive areas. He threw his head back, “Oh fuck”. No other girl had ever done that, it was like you were made for him.

Before taking him in your mouth again you said, “I want you to look me in the eyes baby..it turns me on”. Peter nodded his head, watching you intently.

You took as much of him in your mouth as you could while your free hand massaged his balls. Peter had never been more turned on in his life, especially knowing that you were enjoying this too.

You started bobbing your head up and down, obscene sounds leaving your mouth. Small moans and groans kept escaping Peter’s mouth, this had never felt this good before.

Finally you took him out of your mouth with a “pop” of your lips. Peter brought your head back up, kissing you once again. You smiled knowing that he didn’t care about tasting himself.

While kissing you Peter turned you onto your back. With a devilish smile he said, “My turn”. Peter pulled you towards his face by the backs of your knees. He teased you through your panties, running a finger up and down your slit.

Your breath hitched and he noticed, “So wet for me already”. Your panties were practically soaked, and he loved it. He loved knowing you felt as good as he did, needed this just as badly.

Slowly he took your panties off, you were fully exposed to him. His hot breath teased you further as he whispered, “I wonder if you taste as good as you look”. With one hand he spread your folds, exposing your clit fully.

He sucked on it as he groaned, “You taste even better”. The way he moaned against you sent vibrations all over your most sensitive area. You threw your head to the side, damn he was good at this.

With his tongue Peter traced patterns around your clit, occasionally taking it between his lips and sucking deeply. The amount of pleasure you were feeling was insane, no one had ever made this feel this good before.

Peter would dart his tongue into your entrance, loving the way it made you moan. Instinctively you ran your hands through his hair, tugging at it. This caused Peter to moan making your clit vibrate.

Gasping you said, “Oh Star-” but then you caught yourself. Peter brought his head up, “What did you just call me?”. You were scared it might’ve turned him off, but you’d always thought about calling him Star lord during sex.

A devilish smirk returned to his face, “You’re an awful liar”. You found yourself smiling taking in how blissfully happy Peter looked. You waited until his face was buried between your thighs again, “Star lord”.

Peter moaned loudly, feeling his hard member twitch. He moved his body back up and hovered over you, “You’re such a tease (y/n)”. He tried to look angry but failed miserably, the boy was head over heels in love with you.

Smirking you asked, “Am I not supposed to call my commander Star lord?”. He closed his eyes as a moan escaped his lips, maybe heaven was real. You found yourself smiling, he was such an idiot.

Slowly Peter ran a hand down your body, spreading your legs once again. He kissed you passionately on the lips before kissing down your jaw and neck. Peter massaged your clit with his fingers, “Say my name again”.

As you moaned, “Star Lord” he finally inserted a finger inside of you. You moved your hips up towards him, needing more. Peter was leaving obvious marks all over your skin, wanting everyone to know how good he’d made you feel.

He started to pump his fingers in and out of you slowly, driving you wild. Begging you asked, “Star Lord..I need more”. Reluctantly Peter took his fingers out of you, but not before bringing them to his lips.

Peter licked his fingers clean as you watched with eyes wide open. Holding your gaze he said, “I could taste you all day”. You couldn’t contain yourself anymore, you needed him so badly.

Letting go of his hair you said, “I need you inside of me”. Peter didn’t need to be told twice, he brought his body up to hover over you. You pushed him onto his back, “I have a feeling you’ll enjoy the view”.

You turned around, slowly sinking down onto his member. Peter closed his eyes and moaned loudly, feeling you stretch around his walls. You arched your back as you began to ride him, bouncing up and down.

Peter spanked your ass, “Fuck this is perfect”. His back rested against the headboard of his bed. With his hands gripping your hips he started thrusting inside of you. The room was filled with the sounds of your loud moans.

You loved the feeling of Peter filling you up, “Oh god”. Grabbing a fistful of your hair he pulled your body back, your head resting in the crook of his neck.

With this new angel Peter went even deeper inside of you, hitting your g-spot. Peter loved looking down at you and see you coming undone. Holding his gaze you said, “I’m so close”.

Peter was holding on by a damn thread, just as close to the edge as you. To your surprise he moved his hand to rub your clit, “Cum for me (y/n)..cum right now”.

Between Peter rubbing your clit and his words, you were sent over the edge. A tsunami of pleasure washed over your entire body, wave after wave of pleasure hitting you. Peter only rubbed your clit faster.

As he looked down at you and how beautiful you looked, Peter felt his own orgasm shake throughout his entire body. It was like a bomb had gone off inside of him, every nerve in his body exploding with ecstasy.

Together you rode out your orgasms, yelling out each others names. It was one of the most intense moments the both of you had ever felt. It redefined what pleasure meant.

Finally when he caught his breath Peter moved you so you were now cuddling his side as he laid down on his back. He looked so blissfully happy, a look you mirrored. Peter giggled, his happiness overflowing, “That was awesome”.

You rolled your eyes, but found yourself smiling. Nuzzling into his side you said, “It’s never felt that good before”. His expression softened, his eyes now filled with love.

Looking down at you he smiled, “I think this is what love is”. Love was something Peter Quill thought he’d never be able to feel, but you changed all that.

If this was love…he could get used to love…hell he never wanted to feel anything else. Peter kissed you on the forehead, and just enjoyed being blissfully happy with the love of his life.  

They Ship It

Words: 919
Bruce Banner X Reader
Prompt: “ All our students ship it” Teacher AU
(Prompt via @dailyau & @edge-of-bizarre. Not my gif.)


“Excuse me, Miss [Y/L/N], Do you know what shipping is?” One of your tenth grade students raised her hand. It was the middle of a Wednesday and your class was supposed to be reading Romeo and Juliet. For whatever reason they had all decided that task was beneath them. You didn’t really push the issue since their lessons were a few weeks ahead of schedule anyway.

“Shipping?” You repeated. “You mean like shipping a packages from one place to another?” Several of the students around the class erupted into fits of giggles.

“No,” A boy in the front row gasped through his fits of laughter. “shipping is when a person or group of people want two people to be a couple. Like how Juliet’s dad really wants her to end up married to Paris. You could say Lord Capulet ships them. Their ship name could be Julius.”

“Julius. Juliet and Paris. Like Bradgelina, Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie.” You nodded to show them that you understood. “Well, thanks for catching me up on this, let’s all turn our attention back to our books alright?”

“The reason why I ask,” The first girl from the back of the class spoke up again. “Is because…most of us in the tenth grade class we had a poll on Facebook. And we decided together that we ship you with Dr. Banner.”

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Arya was always meant to be a Water Dancer. That was always her path. 

DredgenWard posited a great theory/argument that could be revealed in the upcoming episode.

I’ve always had a problem with the way the Faceless Men seemed to reward Arya for failing to follow orders by advancing her to the next stages of training. It wasn’t until the other day when I rewatched S6E06 “Blood of my Blood” that Arya never stopped her water dancing lessons with Syrio Forel/Jaqen H'ghar, and just completed her final test.

“Just so. Opening your eyes is all that is needing. The heart lies and the head plays tricks with us, but the eyes see true. Look with your eyes. Hear with your ears. Taste with your mouth. Smell with your nose. Feel with your skin. Then comes the thinking, afterward, and in that way knowing the truth.”

“Just so,” said Arya, grinning. (Arya IV AGOT)


This is a water dancer’s greatest tool, but also the hardest to learn to use. Arya’s blindness allowed her to learn how to uses these physical senses to understand the world around her. The montage with the Waif fighting Arya in the show was a good depiction of Arya learning to use her senses to compensate for the lack of sight, but Blind Beth in ADWD also provides an example of the way Arya has begun to use all of her senses together to make sense of her world.

The blind girl rolled onto her side, sat up, sprang to her feet, stretched. Her bed was a rag-stuffed mattress on a shelf of cold stone, and she was always stiff and tight when she awakened. She padded to her basin on small, bare, callused feet, silent as a shadow, splashed cool water on her face, patted herself dry. Ser Gregor, she thought. Dunsen, Raff the Sweetling. Ser Ilyn, Ser Meryn, Queen Cersei. Her morning prayer. Or was it? No, she thought, not mine. I am no one. That is the night wolf’s prayer. Someday she will find them, hunt them, smell their fear, taste their blood. Someday.

She found her smallclothes in a pile, sniffed at them to make sure they were fresh enough to wear, donned them in her darkness. Her servant’s garb was where she’d hung it—a long tunic of undyed wool, roughspun and scratchy. She snapped it out and pulled it down over her head with one smooth practiced motion. Socks came last. One black, one white. The black one had stitching round the top, the white none; she could feel which was which, make sure she got each sock on the right leg. Skinny as they were, her legs were strong and springy and growing longer every day. She was glad of that. A water dancer needs good legs. Blind Beth was no water dancer, but she would not be Beth forever. (The Blind Girl, ADWD).



The purpose of training potential water dancers in the guise of the Faceless Men is to find out if the student’s personal identity is strong enough to keep true to who you are despite what face you’re wearing and who you’re pretending to be. The result of each of Arya’s attempts to become “no one”, is an even deeper connection to her true identity.

Winterfell, she might have said. I smell snow and smoke and pine needles. I smell the stables. I smell Hodor laughing, and Jon and Robb battling in the yard, and Sansa singing about some stupid lady fair. I smell the crypts where the stone kings sit, I smell hot bread baking, I smell the godswood. I smell my wolf, I smell her fur, almost as if she were still beside me. “I don’t smell anything,” she said, to see what he would say.

“You lie,” he said, “but you may keep your secrets if you wish, Arya of House Stark.” He only called her that when she displeased him. “You know that you may leave this place. You are not one of us, not yet. You may go home anytime you wish.”

“You told me that if I left, I couldn’t come back.”

“Just so.”

Those words made her sad. Syrio used to say that too, Arya remembered. He said it all the time. Syrio Forel had taught her needlework and died for her. “I don’t want to leave.”



Arya believes she needs to become “no one” to become a Faceless Man, but what she doesn’t realize is the Faceless Men are called “no one” because they are the dead bodies whose faces are added to the Hall. Her teacher is displeased because Arya refuses to say what what she’s thinking instead of what she thinks he wants her to say.

“Watching is not seeing, dead girl. The water dancer sees. Come, put down the sword, it is time for listening now.”

She followed him over to the wall, where he settled onto a bench. “Syrio Forel was first sword to the Sealord of Braavos, and are you knowing how that came to pass?”

“You were the finest swordsman in the city.”

“Just so, but why? Other men were stronger, faster, younger, why was Syrio Forel the best? I will tell you now.” He touched the tip of his little finger lightly to his eyelid. “The seeing, the true seeing, that is the heart of it.

"Hear me. The ships of Braavos sail as far as the winds blow, to lands strange and wonderful, and when they return their captains fetch queer animals to the Sealord’s menagerie. Such animals as you have never seen, striped horses, great spotted things with necks as long as stilts, hairy mouse-pigs as big as cows, stinging manticores, tigers that carry their cubs in a pouch, terrible walking lizards with scythes for claws. Syrio Forel has seen these things.

"On the day I am speaking of, the first sword was newly dead, and the Sealord sent for me. Many bravos had come to him, and as many had been sent away, none could say why. When I came into his presence, he was seated, and in his lap was a fat yellow cat. He told me that one of his captains had brought the beast to him, from an island beyond the sunrise. ‘Have you ever seen her like?’ he asked of me.

"And to him I said, 'Each night in the alleys of Braavos I see a thousand like him,’ and the Sealord laughed, and that day I was named the first sword.”

Arya screwed up her face. “I don’t understand.”

Syrio clicked his teeth together. “The cat was an ordinary cat, no more. The others expected a fabulous beast, so that is what they saw. How large it was, they said. It was no larger than any other cat, only fat from indolence, for the Sealord fed it from his own table. What curious small ears, they said. Its ears had been chewed away in kitten fights. And it was plainly a tomcat, yet the Sealord said 'her,’ and that is what the others saw. Are you hearing?”

Arya thought about it. “You saw what was there.”

“Just so. Opening your eyes is all that is needing. The heart lies and the head plays tricks with us, but the eyes see true. Look with your eyes. Hear with your ears. Taste with your mouth. Smell with your nose. Feel with your skin. Then comes the thinking, afterward, and in that way knowing the truth.”

“Just so,” said Arya, grinning. (Arya IV, AGOT)


When Arya goes to see the play to kill Lady Crane, she is up close to where Cersei’s monologue lamenting the death of Joffery takes place. Just off stage, the other actress that paid to have Lady Crane killed is mouthing the causing Ayra to start thinking about her own reasons behind wanting Cersei dead.

After the play Arya runs into Lady Crane ends up asking Arya how she would change the part where Cersei reacts to Joffery’s death. Arya’s answer make her understand that she has experienced the same loss and pain that Cersei did. Her final lesson from Syrio is showing mercy to those who have already suffered enough for what they’ve done. The important truth Arya figures out was even the ones we hate still suffer the same way we do, and taking a life is just as important as know when to grant mercy.

This will give Arya the water magic to change her face at will without the need of a mask, and she will kill the Waif before stepping onto a ship to Westeros.

Syrio sets up Arya being a futre sword of Braavos the first time we meet him in A Game of Thrones too.

“Boy, girl,” Syrio Forel said. “You are a sword, that is all.” He clicked his teeth together. “Just so, that is the grip. You are not holding a battle-axe, you are holding a—”

“—needle,” Arya finished for him, fiercely.

“Just so. Now we will begin the dance. Remember, child, this is not the iron dance of Westeros we are learning, the knight’s dance, hacking and hammering, no. This is the bravo’s dance, the water dance, swift and sudden. All men are made of water, do you know this? When you pierce them, the water leaks out and they die.” He took a step backward, raised his own wooden blade. “Now you will try to strike me.” (Arya II, AGOT)

Another interesting reference:

Arya lowered the splintery point toward the ground. “How did you know I was here?”

“A man sees. A man hears. A man knows.”

She regarded him suspiciously. Had the gods sent him? “How’d you make the dog kill Weese? Did you call Rorge and Biter up from hell? Is Jaqen H'ghar your true name?”

“Some men have many names. Weasel. Arry. Arya.”

She backed away from him, until she was pressed against the heart tree. “Did Gendry tell?”

“A man knows,” he said again. “My lady of Stark.”


Syrio Forel’s wooden sword is splintered in two when Arya last saw him, and now Arya has a wooden sword with a splintery point, she lowers it to the ground after seeing Jaqen like the broken piece that fell from Syrio’s wooden sword. (similar to the piece missing on the Titan of Braavos statue “Arya” was staring at in the last episode).

Jaqen H'ghar is from Lorath as such, he always refers to himself in 3rd person.

The only time he refers to himself in the first person is when he uses a first person possessive pronoun expressing a personal connection to Arya.

“My lady of Stark.”

Soul Mate 25


“The voice you hear your thoughts in is your soulmate’s but you don’t know who they are until you hear them speak for the first time.”

A/N: Oh god…I can’t believe…I CAN’T BELIEVE WE HAVE LIKE 5 PARTS LEFT I AM SCREAMING?! Anyways…this honestly was one of my fav parts to write, especially the ending. All these emotions, brb, i’m gonna cry my eyes out…ENJOY! [GIF NOT MINE]

Word Count: 3.4K+

Warning: None…

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The sound of Kylo’s boots stomping against the cold metal ground of the First Order’s new base gave off a warning to those in a nearby radius. It was obvious he was one of those moods, each time his strides were rather swift and miscalculated, with the fact he had balled fists and a slight hunch in his back was a dead giveaway that something was wrong. Ever since his return, he hadn’t spoken a single word to Phasma nor Hux–aside from that slight interaction early. Hux was well aware of Kylo’s change in demeanor, along with the fact that he had actually been in his quarters for longer than an hour like he usually had. There was something up and Hux was afraid it had been about that girl, Kylo had only feared that maybe the General was the reason why Snoke had sensed something off about Kylo. After all, not even the Supreme Leader could read his own pupil that easily.

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Request: “Could you do a imagine were the reader is Kylo’s younger sister but he doesn’t know because she was born around the time he went dark side. She is there when Han died and yells out to him, Kylo kidnaps her and questions her finding out she is indeed his sister and he desperately tries to bond with her”

A/N: Hello, anon! I hope you don’t mind I changed it up just a smidge! This was actually a wonderful request and I’d like to thank you for it! Enjoy some Sister!Reader x Kylo :) [GIF NOT MINE]

Word Count: 3.6K+

Warning: Mention of Han’s death.

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“I never thought this day would come, at least not now…not today.” Han breathed, looking down at his youngest child, seeing the hope glisten in her eyes. Her, she was the hope Han and Leia had, the child that was unknown–at least unknown to the First Order. “You know what we did for you was only for you safety, of course?” Seeing his daughter nod, he swallowed any fear he had. He didn’t want to do this, she was still too young in his eyes–although already a young adult–she was really all he had left for the slightest hope that something–someone–could bring the balance back into the universe. “I’m sorry it had to turn out this way, Y/N…at least you know about him, unlike him knowing about you.” Being born just around the same time what was then known as Ben Solo was in the new Jedi academy, her existence was unaware to him. “But you know, if all else fails, I put my faith in you to carry out your mothers request.”

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