Peter Steele

subway | 🚇

Ragnar Lothbrok

You wash ashore into Kattegat

Arthur Shelby

accidental | ❤️‍🩹

Ronnie Kray

a rope in hand for your other man | 🪢

Alfie Solomons

abandonment | 🧺

Alfie Solomons

margate | 🕯️

Josh Silver

why me? | 💫

Alfie Solomons

hurts less when you're around | 🩻

Alfie Solomons

the eyes that see | 👓 blind!user

Josh Silver

bad hair day | 🫧

Rollo Lothbrok

You just want to bathe in peace.

Alfie Solomons

for the love of dogs | 🐩

Tommy Shelby

arrow house | 🫗

Alfie Solomons

old man | 🌖

Ragnar Lothbrok

You return to Kattegat after 20 years

Peter Steele

family man | 🏡

Peter Steele

church mouse | ⛪

Ragnar Lothbrok

little fish | 🐟

Tommy Shelby

see me now? | 👓 blind!user

Alfie Solomons

'cause all you wanted to do was dance | 🎶

John Shelby

my baby, my baby | 💤

Alfie Solomons

something like just like this | 🌹

Alfie Solomons

margate pt 2 | 🥐

Henry Barthes

detachment | 📚

Richie Jerimovich

tell me something nice | 📞

Alfie Solomons

an adventure in miniskirts | 🕊️

Luca Changretta

the painter | 🎨

Alfie Solomons

my baby, my baby, mine | 👼🏻 req!

Peter Steele

home videos | 📹

Alfie Solomons

bump in the night | 🌌

Alfie Solomons

songbird | 🐦‍⬛

Peter Steele

traditional man | 🪒

Alfie Solomons

so far | 🛞

Alfie Solomons

golden brown | 🍞

Alfie Solomons

italians and rum | 🍾

Bard the Bowman

don't fall away | 🏹

Alfie Solomons

muse | 🎙️

Arthur Shelby

underneath the christmas lights | 🎄

Josh Silver

teething pains | 🍼

Alfie Solomons

make it all go away | ⚰️

Alfie Solomons

nobody | ⛈️

Richie Jerimovich

ten inch hero | 🥪

Arthur Shelby

problem brought its own solution | 🍷

Alfie Solomons

kiss the clouds away | 💧

Alfie Solomons

afternoon nap | 😴

Captain John Price

what's for dinner? | 🍽️

Alfie Solomons

catatonic | 😶

Alfie Solomons

my last little piece of you | 🪖

Luca Changretta

hostess | 🇮🇹

Alfie Solomons

black heart | 🖤

Alfie Solomons

sundress | 🔆 req!

Athelstan

You come upon his crucifixion.

Alfie Solomons

lost | 🗺️

Luca Changretta

lover of the light | 🌄 luca's version

Tom Hardy

long way home | 🌠

Athelstan

You're left in charge of two children and a monk

Tom Hardy

surprise | 🎊

Alfie Solomons

welcome home | 🏡

Alfie Solomons

from the strong came forth sweetness | 🔇

Arthur Shelby

lover of the light | 🌄

Alfie Solomons

my very own santa claus | 🎅

Alfie Solomons

daddy, daddy | 🏴

Sandor

*Another* stupid party, *another* ridiculously tight corset. Sitting down was a challenge, rising was an ordeal, behind your brave face your ribs felt like they were meeting in the middle. You also hadn't missed how Joffrey's deserter hound looked at you every time you stood or sat, making you think you weren't being as surreptitious as you thought you were. During a lull in greeting noble guests you slipped out of the great hall by a side door, the construction on your chest now too much to bare. Fingers scrabbling helplessly for the laces hidden under your clothes you began to panic when a shadow swallowed you whole, freezing you in place. "Stay still little lamb," a soft rumble in your ear sent chills over your body. Gauntlet clad hands ripped the back of your dress open, making you reach out and plant a hand on the wall in front of you to steady yourself. The cold kiss of steel met the base of your back, sharpest tip making light work of the satin lacing holding your breath hostage. As soon as you could breathe again, you turned around, clutching your dress to your modesty, looking up at the hound. "Better?" Sandor asked, raising his brows.

Alfie Solomons

never give power to the big man | 🎩 blind!user

Arthur Shelby

port in a storm | 🌪️

Alfie Solomons

lover of the light | 🌄 (alfie's version)

Ragnar Lothbrok

Scholar amongst Vikings

Arthur Shelby

treasure | 🍼

Richie Jerimovich

sit pretty | ✨ req!

Peter Steele

menswear | 🧥

Arthur Shelby

goodbye may seem forever | 🫂

Athelstan

You've caught the priest's eye.

Luca Changretta

american boy | 💵

Arthur Shelby

scraps | 🚯

Alfie Solomons

the eyes that see pt2 | 🕶️

Richie Jerimovich

the bigger the hoop | 🌼

Sandor

"bad night to be outdoors," Thoros said. "You've got real powerful magic to figure that out, the lord of light whisper that in your ear? It's snowing Thoros, it's windy, it's gonna be a cold night," Sandor added "You're a grouchy old bear aren't you Clegane?.. You want some rum?" Thoros offered his hyde flask. "Don't like that shit, it's too sweet," Sandor said, his horse pulling ahead through the blizzard. "Why are you always in such a foul mood?" Thoros asked slightly slurred by his rum. "... Experience." Sandor muttered, before opening the top layer of his cloak to look down at you, to check you were still there. When you stirred, he shushed you softly, "back to sleep now little lamb, you're keeping me warm," he smirked to himself, more than grateful for the extra body heat you provided. The journey to the wall was going to be a long one and the night was still to come...

Alfie Solomons

a flick of the wrist | 🖌️

Arthur Shelby

pin-up | 📌

Konig

what's for dinner | 🍽️

Luca Changretta

amante sul molo | 🐚

Carmen Berzatto

a sharpie that actually works | 🖊️

Arthur Shelby

nippin' at your nose | 🌨️

Athelstan

Reunited

Alfie Solomons

morrison shelter | 🏚️

Arthur Shelby

slithered here from Eden | 🌅

Alfie Solomons

look me in the eye | 👁️ (selective mute!user)

Alfie Solomons

sinners | 🫀

Simon Ghost Riley

don't pet him he'll follow you home | 💀

Alfie Solomons

the creator | 🪺

Athelstan

Playfighting in the woods | 🌲

Athelstan

The Autumn Harvest Festival of Mabon

John Shelby

toffs at the races | 🏇🏻

Arthur Shelby

hold me by your teeth | 🦷

Sheamus

family business pt 1 | 🥊

Alfie Solomons

ballroom politics | 🪩

Ruler x Avengers

Are you fit to rule?

Alfie Solomons

new york, new york | 🗽

Tangerine

voicemails | 📱

Forest Beast Hozier

He's haunting you.

Rollo of Normandy

Rollo interrupts your wedding to take you away.

Simon Riley

the amazing mrs riley | 💀

Johnny Soap McTavish

radio silence | 📻

Baron Corbin

fresh meat | 🍖

John Shelby

shelter | ❄️

Peter Steele

dinner and diatribes | 🍽️

Alfie Solomons

**St Bartholomew's Hospital, London, 1929** "My darling.. you must listen to me alright? Can't let you forget me.. can't find it in my chest to let that happen." Alfie whispered. He clutched your hand between both of his as he sat by your bedside, the doctor had encouraged him to speak with you, even though you weren't conscious. "Sleeping sickness," the doctor had called it... "I do love you, alright?" Alfie said, the cool bands of brass that adorned his fingers glancing off your warm skin, "I do love you, and I know you're in there my sweetheart, I can tell see?" he turned your hand over and pressed his thumb into the centre of your palm, making your fingers involuntarily curl. "*See?* If you was dead, proper dead you wouldn't do that," he said, sounding more like he was trying to convince himself than anything. "You wouldn't leave me alone would you? Nah.. nah you wouldn't do that, you're too sweet.. too good to leave me here all on my tod.. ain't ya?" he snickered, bitter at the fate that had befallen you. He'd always imagined it would be him that went first, due to the nature of his business and dealings he always presumed, no, *expected* he'd die first out of the two of you. Though you weren't dead yet, just asleep.. a deep, deep sleep from which it was getting harder and harder to retrieve you. "Maybe I'll bring the paper or something.. one of your fancy books from home eh? You'd like that?" Alfie said, watching the steady rise and fall of your chest, absentmindedly finding the pulse in your wrist. "I need to change your bedclothes.." he sneered, "these.. these aren't good enough for you my darling, simply not." he groused, plucking at the thin sterile cotton you lay upon. "And I'll bring some better nightclothes for you, dove.." he said softly, his hand on the sleeve of the clinical gown you had been put in by the nurses. "Something nice.. something more comfortable.. you look too.. too *still* in this.. you don't look like you.. you don't look alive.." he whispered. "They'll be hard pushed to kick me out at closing time my dove.." he muttered, "I hate leaving you alone.. especially at night.. I know you hate it.. sleeping alone, the dark, the quiet.. never did like it didja?" he mused as he placed his wide brimmed hat upon his head, buttoning his coat as he stood. "Farewell my darling dove," he kissed a bristly kiss to your knuckles. "Until tomorrow, and I promise I'll bring you all of your favourite things.. maybe a record or two yeah?" Silence. Nought but your breathing as he waited in vain for your response. Alfie sighed softly, leaning down to press his usual sequence of kisses to your forehead, eyelids, cheeks and lips. "Be good darling," he whispered.

Tommy Shelby

John Dear and Darling | 🐈

Alfie Solomons

**London, November 1927** It was a wonder how it had all come to this, fighting the clock to find a warm place to sleep for the night. When your father had come home to you and your new baby he saw red, a mother out of wedlock, you'd have thought you'd spat on his own parents grave and cursed the family in one fell swoop! With your sisters pleas falling on deaf ears he'd cast you out into the biting cold night, the empty streets of London your new dwelling. You'd sacrificed your shawl to wrap around your baby as well as the swaddling cloth, at least one of you should be warm tonight, you knew you could survive a few more hours, but your baby might not. After trying the mother and baby home, next was the poorhouse but you didn't reach it, due to a tall dark stranger standing under lamplight in the street. You passed him without a second thought, almost envious of the heat he might be getting from the burning oil in the street lamp. The poorhouse turned you away and that was your final straw, clutching your baby to your chest you tried not to cry, tried desperately to keep any vestiges of warmth in your body solely for your baby. That was when the man made his second appearance. "Forgive me for pryin' my dear," he started, "but would you tell me why you're out in the cold in no more than your day dress?" You explained what had happened and began to cry, prompting the large man to give you his handkerchief. "There, there darling, it's alright, I promise all will be well, eh?" he tried to reassure you, taking off his long white scarf to wrap around your shoulders and your baby. "If you feel like opening your trusting heart to a man like myself I can help you, what do you say?" Without having anything else to lose, you had no better choice. The man, who introduced himself to you as Alfie, linked your arm through his, his cane *tack, tack, tack*ing on the snow dusted pavements. Alfie delivered you to a synagogue, warm light from within already making you rejoice. "The rabbi owes me a favour darlin', don't you worry," he winked at you and knocked firmly on the large double doors. Alfie saw you safe inside under the rabbi's watchful eye. After he'd settled matters with the rabbi, he turned to you once more. "Might I hold the little one? Does a man wonders, holding what he once was, wouldn't you say?" Alfie held your baby so carefully, cooing softly and smiling down at the somehow still sleeping child. "Beautiful, just beautiful," he murmured, eyes wide in wonder and thought. "Your mummy is very brave, isn't she?" Alfie whispered to the baby while the rabbi spoke to you. "You're lucky she walked past me when she did, treacle.. lucky, yeah." After Alfie left, the rabbi helped you settle into a modest room, simple furnishings, only the necessities, a donated cradle added for your baby and some donated warm clothes for the morning. In bed that night, you lay awake thinking of the man that had saved you.

Alfie Solomons

don't get something for nothing | 🌳

Thranduil Oropherion

hide and seek | 🌱

John Soap McTavish

spicy | 🌶️

Keegan Russ

what's for dinner? | 🍽️

Captain John Price

king's orders | 🗡️ medieval!au

Arthur Shelby

outcast | ⛪

Captain John Price

POTS | 🫀req!

Simon Ghost Riley

nails | 💅🏻 req!

Vikings in Wessex

You're Dressed Strangely

Tommy Shelby

dear wormwood | 📝

Noah Kahan

orange juice | 🧃

Geralt of Rivia

meet me in the woods | 🌜

Andrew Hozier-Byrne

you leave him and write a breakup song about him

Baron Corbin

Alpha!Baron Corbin

Athelstan

Speaking with the dead.

Alfie Solomons

television set | 📺 req!

Alfie Solomons

**London, 1936** It had started as an itch in your throat, dreading the outcome, you worked through the beginnings of your symptoms, willing it to go away before it had the chance to develop into anything else. It only took a day for said symptoms to worsen, rendering you sniffling and delirious by noon the next day. Rifling through Alfie's bathroom cabinet of course you had so little to work with, the only menthol you'd found was in the form of stale cigarettes he smoked in his youth but had clung to for god knows what reason. Alfie had found you in the bathroom, coming up behind you to rest his hand on your waist. "Looking for anything in particular love?" he'd asked. After learning of your illness (and attempt to work through it) he'd chided you gently and put you back in his bed. "Now, now I'll hear none of it my precious jewel," he said gruffly, pulling his blankets up to your chin, "you must rest now my darling, and don't you worry about getting me sick, I'm clearly made of tougher stuff than you, I've been snogging you for weeks and I'm fit as a fiddle," Alfie made you tea and even went to the old woman next door (who Alfie swore up and down was a witch) to fetch one of her homemade remedies. Alfie was a perfect nurse, one moment you were too hot, he'd crack a window and lift your blankets off you, run a cool washcloth over your forehead, the next you were too cold and it was back on with the blankets and more hot tea to help soothe your throat. After a while, you got particularly chatty and delirious, Alfie had a puzzled smile on his face. "I fear the fever has taken you my love," he chuckled.

Soap Mactavish

king's orders | 🗡️ medieval!au

Carmen Berzatto

break me | ⛓️

Tangerine

sanguine | 🩸

Captain John Price

little secretary | 📠

Alfie Solomons

roxanne | 🥀

Andrew Hozier-Byrne

He comes to see you perform.

Athelstan

Heavens Light | Hellfire

Konig

squeeze me | 🧸

Athelstan

Claddagh Rings

Tom Hiddleston

single parent | 🍼

Captain John Price

home for the holidays | 🌲⭐

Alejandro Vargas

mi vida | 🇪🇸

Captain John Price

Honey Pot | 🍯

Carmen Berzatto

green stuff | 🍏

Sandor

These trifling jousts between boys seeking their rite of passage had become nothing less than bothersome, your token of favour had sat untouched for weeks since these tournaments began at the dawn of the summer solstice. Barely registering the applause at your presence you took your seat at yet another of these attempts at impressing you, though you had heard tell of the attendance of one Hound, Sandor Clegane, you assumed he wouldn't be fighting in any tournaments. You could only pray that the results of the current joust wouldn't incite a mob like the years preceding. Nearly asleep in your seat, and awed hush fell over the crowds watching the fight, your mother pinched your shoulder. Flicking her hand away you sat up and opened your eyes, making direct eye contact with Sandor as he stood before the royal box. Sullen frown wavered by your gaze, Sandor took the knee and planted his sword in the dirt. You nodded out of respect, suddenly intrigued by his presence, surely he wasn't about to try and vy for your favour by way of besting these puffed up young mules? Before the fight began, you heard him murmur under his breath. "Your majesty.."

Baron Corbin

quiet | 🔇

Geralt of Rivia

unexpected guest | 🛖

Captain John Price

home sweet home | 🪴

Tangerine

kissing strangers | 🩷

Simon Ghost Riley

rock-a-bye | 🍼

Ladybug

after the train crash

Tom Hardy

long way home | 🌠 pt2

Tangerine

close quarters | 🖤

Tangerine

late train | 🚂

Beau Bennett

"No.. I should be the one to tell 'er." ~ Your father adored you, and he knew how much you loved the countryside and animals to boot, so he found work on a ranch, Iron River to be exact, and he surprised you with the move five summers ago. You'd settled in and made friends, finding your own job at the general store in the next town over. Everything was finally working out. You enjoyed your job, getting to meet everyone in the town and see what lives they'd led up to this point that brought them here. Oftentimes a man named Beau would stop by, introducing himself as your fathers employer, always greeting you with some sweet monicker, "*hey babygirl, sweetie pie, honeybee,*" he'd grown fond of your sunny disposition. He was kind and respectful, always took off his hat in your presence and would never leave the store without buying something, occasionally leaving his change in the tip jar. Until the day came where he arrived with a solemn look on his face, hat already covering his heart. Obviously puzzled, you looked up from your magazine to greet him but he only shook his head. The shop was empty, a common lull just before closing. "Darlin'.." he started, watching you carefully as you put the magazine down. *How do you tell a girl her father died in an accident?* "Darlin' I'm sorry to bring you this news but.. yer Daddy's gone.." he said, one first clenched by his side, the other gripping his hat firmly, a slight tick in his jaw.

Carmen Berzatto

illustrated | 🎨

Tig Trager

neighbourly | 🏡

Luca Changretta

dormi bene | 🌙

Luca Changretta

tortura | 🍎