Kissed By Fire

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faceless mun; ok but i really miss ygritte’s like where are u all?? *whispers*

especially @redwildling, miss our threads lots <3

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@wargskin aww, I’ve just seen this! I missed our threads, too, so would you like to do something when you come back?

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Outoffurs: Hello to you again! Sorry for disappearing, I became very busy with university, work and other stuff, but I missed Ygritte and RP-ing, so I want to give this a try again.

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Nightmares

“Did you have a nightmare?” “Would you sleep here, with me?” “It was just a dream” “I had a nightmare” “I’ll be here until you fall asleep” “Wake up” “Adults aren’t supposed to get nightmares” “I can’t sleep” “You’re dreaming” “I have nightmares” “Will you stay, until I fall asleep?” “It wasn’t real” “It’s not surprising that you have nightmares” “I had a bad dream” “It’s the same every time I close my eyes” “I’ll have nightmares for months” “I have these dreams” “This is a nightmare” “I woke up terrified” “This is going to be a nightmare” “I’m scared to go to sleep” “You’re a nightmare” “Do you want to sleep here?” “What are your nightmares about?”

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SEND A  ☀ AND I WILL GENERATE A NUMBER FOR WHAT MY MUSE SAYS TO YOURS.

❝I kissed her but it didn’t mean anything.❞

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firstxfhernxme II Continued from here

“Of course, Your Grace, as my bed is up there,” Ygritte said, not being quite sure what the other woman meant by getting laid. Probably it was a Southern expression or something.

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Ygritte had lost the sense of time. She had no idea for how long she had been drifting between being awake and asleep, between pain and relief. She didn’t know what day it was when she sat up in the bed. Her last clear memory was the pain spreading out in her body where the arrow hit her. 

She looked down on herself to see how deep was the wound, but all she could see was a bandage around her chest. I shouldn’t be here, she thought to herself, shaking her head a little, wherever I am right now. She wondered where this small room could be and what had happened to her people - the Free Folk and what had happened to Jon Snow. His face was the last thing she had seen before passing out. Too bad they had to fight each other in the end.

That was when she heard someone knocking at the door. “Come in!” she said, surprised by how weak her voice sounded.

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He did, moving over for her. “You’re a loud one,” he mumbled around a mouthful of rabbit, licking the fat from his fingers after. “Some would kill you for being so harsh, girl. So, temper that next time.”

Kissed by fire, indeed. As was he.

“You would feel very stupid if your tone had gotten you killed.”

Ygritte nodded to the other man in order to thank him for moving over, then she sat down next to him. He was a tall one, she stated in mind: tall and broad like a bear or a child giant. 

A child giant with red hair and red beard. He was kissed by fire, too. A small smile touched her lips when she noticed that as she had hadn’t met many other redheads.

“I’m not that easy to kill,” she told him with a smirk. “And I guess you aren’t either.”

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whitefurs

“Fully? Seriously? I feel me naked and sometimes, I even have to check I am actually wearing anything” he laughs and gives her a gentle squeeze before he sits up to pull some of his clothes off, only the trousers remain. “The fashion of the women and men here is weird anyway. Most of it seems unpractical and did you see that Tyroshi with the three-color-beard? Though, maybe I should consider that as well.”

Jon only teases. Even if he likes how agile the less of clothes make him but the kind of clothing is not after his taste. However, he knows they likely would find a solution for that. “To be honest, fifteen-year-old Jon would have loved it. I mean, the end of that story. I would not want him to know what lays in between but he was stupid. Loving a wildling and running off is something he would have liked."

His lips kiss her neck and he smirks, the curls most likely tickling her gently: “How about we play risk again?” Jon’s fingers trail up and down again, adoring her body.

“Naked? You?” Ygritte echoes, looking at him from head to toe. “In a shirt and trousers? No way!” she teases him and she cannot hide her grin when he finally sits up and pulls his shirt off. It is unfair that one has to be almost naked to bear with the heat in the South. On one hand, she likes these Southern dresses that have their skirts floating in the wind, but on the on the other hand, she still feels herself naked in them, as she is used to wear many layers of clothing to protect herself from the cold. 

“That’s true, their fashion is very weird,” she agrees. She still cannot really understand why people dyeing their hair and beards  - she finds them ridiculous. She laughs when Jon mentions the three-coloured beard. “It wouldn’t suit you,” she says. “You don’t have the beard for it,” she explains, running her fingers across his chin. “But I like it that way.” Then she leans forward, pressing a light kiss on his lips.

“Would he?” she asks, because when she first met Jon, he did not look like someone who would have loved running away with a wildling. “And what about honor and duty and all these things?” she asks, knowing that honor and duty has always been important to his family.

“Right now?” she asks with a smile forming in the corner of her lips as she feels her heart beating faster as he kisses her neck. “You like living dangerously, Jon Snow,” she says, running her fingers through his hair and she leans her head back a little to give him more space.

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whitefurs

Jon looks at her and just laughs.Yes, this answer is very likely for Ygritte and he would not expect less. “Well, how about we simply break the custom and share a cloak? I think that would be the best of all ways. We show the gods we are one, aren’t we?” As much as it pains him, he does know that when the time comes, Ygritte will be on the battlefield with him. She always will be his lady but not like Sansa. She’s a warrior, brave and fierce and it’s why he had fallen in love with her in the first place.

“I will try but cannot promise.” Jon has no intention to remain the representative for the North. After all, it is a house Stark honor but he will gladly serve his sister as bannerman and he thinks, he deserved himself that position once all is over.

“Just one last warning” he replies with a soft frown. “You will be treated differently. For the time being, you’re clearly your Grace and you get my name for free, how does that sound?” Jon smirks and teases her: “ Lady Ygritte Snow, spearwife of the Free Folk. I’m almost jealous how nice that sounds.”

He decides not to mention that there will be people who expect an heir coming from her soon. Jon has no rush with that, he hopes, the gods show mercy and will wait until the war is over until Winter is so it would be safe. “I love you, my wildling girl,” he says with much affection and kisses her deeply and his hand presses against her bare skin under her clothing.

“I like the idea of sharing the cloak,” Ygritte says with a smile. She still isn’t quite fond of these Southern ceremonies, but this is something she can imagine doing. It would be the sign of the two being equals, standing side by side whatever happens. Even on the battlefield. She knows he wouldn’t like that part, but there isn’t much he can do to stop her. She is a spearwife, a warrior, and she would fight for what is important to her, be it against cruel Southern lords or wights. Her smile widens when he mentions the castle again. “I’m fine with a smaller one, worry not, Jon Snow,” she tells him in a teasing tone.

“Your Grace?” she echoes, genuinely surprised that anyone would ever call her like that. She hasn’t got much grace, everybody knows that. Sansa, well, she’s got grace, but not her. “Why would they call me like that? I’m not royalty or anything.”

She may not be royalty, but when Jon says the name she would get after the wedding, she feels warmth spreading out in her chest, although she finds the name far too fancy. “I like it,” she says, then leans forward to kiss him. “But without the ‘Lady’ it sounds a lot better,” she adds.

She giggles when she feels his hand against her bare skin underneath her clothes. “How did you…?” she begins, but then she decides to let it go. “Nevermind,” she says, kissing him back.

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How could she not see that he feels just the same? Jon moves a little to lay down beside her, his lips press kisses at each spot of bare skin he could reach. The man takes himself time to answer, not wanting to upset her. Not too long ago, he never thought to have a woman at his side and to travel to the hottest places human mankind knows.

He had sworn never to pass that name to a child, not making it suffer under it but it’s different now. Jon always would hope for a girl who would marry and be free and who knows? If they remain in Essos, what could be possible if they find the right space, nobody would care for his last name.

“I think wildling fifteen-year-old Ygritte would have killed you right away if you would have told her that with twenty, she’s wed to a crow and lies almost naked under a blue sky” he whispers. “And yet, it happened, she takes it well and she’s happy. Why would that Ygritte not laugh about her fears of being a mother in a few years too? Especially when the father of her child will be all clumsy.”

Ygritte doesn’t really know how Jon feels about this matter. He doesn’t look scared at all, she states in mind as she looks at him. However, she knows that he did not want any children to be named Snow after him as this was a bastard name and it would make them suffer. It seems now he has changed his mind. His kisses draw a smile on her lips and her hand reaches out to stroke his dark hair.

Back in the North she has never thought she would ever come this South, especially not with a Crow, a man of the Night’s Watch. She has never thought she would marry him or that they would fight a war side by side. However, raising a child is not like a war. She will ask his opinion about the whole thing.

She bursts out laughing when he mentions the fifteen-year old Ygritte, because he is right: her younger self would have killed her knowing that she would be wed to a Crow and moved to the South, to a place of which she had not heard before. She laughs again when Jon calls himself clumsy. She can tell that this is true. Jon is a good leader, but sometimes one has to show him the door, otherwise he would try to leave a room through the wall. “I have no doubt of that,” she teases him as she lies down next to him. “And fifteen-year old Ygritte would have killed me twice: because I’m wed to a man of the Night’s Watch and also because that man is fully dressed,” she adds.

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whitefurs

“Your people like me more lately than my own” he laughs and shrugs: “We are already wed, don’t you remember? Tormund always took sure to mock me with it. I stole you and took you above the Wall. You did not slit my throat so in your custom, we are already man and wife” Jon replies with a smirk. He paid attention, especially recently. He only could ask the Free Folk to die for them if he knows them. It’s all he can do, at least.

“You’d look beautiful in a dress and they are not so bad at all. Maybe Sansa even would like to make you some. She has great skill, you know?” He squeezes her hand again before he stops and pushes Ygritte playfully against the wall.

“No Oaths to take. One of the Free Folk would lead you to me in front of a werewood tree. We speak of who we are to wed and if we accept the other as man and wife. Once we do, I’ll wrap you in a cloak that is mine as a symbol you are under my protection and we kneel to pray in silence to the old gods before I carry you in my arms to a feast. Would you really hate that? You’ll be Lady Snow then. I have no own castle but Sansa will allow us to remain at Winterfell until I get you one of your own” he whispers, kissing her.

“You gave them lands and let them come to the South where it’s safer,” Ygritte says with a small laugh. “Not many Crows do that.” She finds it somehow funny that her own people like Jon more than they like her. Yes, she has slept with a Crow (and still does), but with the same Crow who gave the lands to them. “I do remember,” she says with a nod. “This is why I don’t understand why we should get married again,” she adds, although she doesn’t have to think a lot to figure out that these lords would not accept the Free Folk’s way of marriage.

She laughs when Jon starts talking about dresses again. “You really want to see me in a dress, don’t you?” she teases him. To be honest, she is curious what she would look like in one. The thought of wearing a dress with its skirt sweeping the floor crosses her mind whenever Sansa Stark passes by her. She decides to talk to her about this the next time she’ll see her. Of course, she will not tell Jon about it - it will be a surprise. She giggles and playfully raises a brow when he pushes her against the wall, going weak in the knees for a moment when he starts to talk.

Hearing his words, she pictures herself standing in front of the weirwood with Jon, hand in hand. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought and then she feels warmth inside. That thing might not be as bad as it seemed for the first time. “Then I have to wrap you with my own cape, too” Ygritte says, “because I’m under your protection, but you’re under mine,” she tells him. Then a smile crosses her face as he mentions the castle. “My own castle?” she echoes. “I’d like that,” she says, then she kisses him back, more passionately this time, gently biting on his lower lip.

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whitefurs

“I do not think we can influence it as much,” he says with a frown because he never can take his hands off her. Not after they had gone through so much and both had almost lost the other more than once. Jon enjoys it to love her and bring her pleasure as often as she lets him. And there is not a way to control it for them. “Except you ask me not to be with you anymore that one way.”

His fingers brush through her red hair and he presses a lazy kiss against her temple. “If it happens, it happens. Would it be so bad? I am not sure if my seed would listen if I tell it not to make you grow a little chubby.”

Jon stands up and walks over to pour her a glass of iced water, offering it to the woman. “You will see all of it and even if it happens on the way. Why would it be a problem? Pregnant women traveled the world, you are stronger than all of them, if one can take over the world, it’s you.”

“Not that much,” Ygritte agrees with a nod. “Moon tea could help, but so far I haven’t met anyone who can make me some,” she adds. When he mentions that if she doesn’t want children, they should stop sharing their beds, she chuckles, shaking her head. “Too bad that I cannot keep my hands off you,” she says, leaning her forehead against his.

She isn’t prepared to be a mother: she is afraid she couldn’t be a good one. She knows how to slit other people’s throat, but she has never held a baby in her arms before. Not to mention that the thought of something growing inside her sent a shiver down her spine. She cannot even imagine that. What it would feel like? On the other hand, she does not want to stop being with Jon that way. She lets out a deep sigh. 

Taking the the glass from him and takes a sip of it. “Being pregnant is not the same as killing people and climbing the Wall,” Ygritte reminds him. She knows what her strengths are, but she isn’t sure that those are good to bring up a child. “I’m afraid, Jon Snow,” she admits. “I’m afraid that I won’t be a good mother. I haven’t even held a baby in my arms.”