Thank you! Names I used here come from Old Norse and Old English as I find them fitting for the people of the North Beyond The Wall and North/Westeros!

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“When is your name day?” Jon asks one night when they sit beside each other by the fire. Ghost is snoring softly wrapped around his side. Sparks from the fire flying into the crisp night air.

“Name Day? what’s that?” Tormund murmurs stroking fire lazily. But he turns to Jon curious what kind of new southern bullshit has Jon come up with. Seriously, southerners and complicating things...

“Name day, as in the day when you’re born and named” Jon replies amused, sensing that The Free Folk might celebrate this differently.

“You mean that you name children on the day they’re born?” He’s really intrigued now and giving him full attention.

“Yes? You don’t? I was born on the 14th day of Blōtmōnaþ so it’s my name day.” He chuckles.

Tormund just gives him a confused look. “Blōtmōnaþ?”

“Yes? The blood month.” Jon starts to feel a bit silly like if he’s missing something.

“I was born on the 1st day of Einmánuður” Understanding that their people must calculate the year differently when Jon shoots him equally confused look to his own earlier. “it’s one week before the spring equinox.” He supplies hoping to help.

Jon’s brows furrow even harder than normal when he’s looking at him thinking. Tormund chuckles and his husband’s expression.

“that’s... ugh 14th of Hrēðmonaþ, the third month.” He finally says and instantly scoffs at the funny look Tormund sends him.

“You kneelers always have to make everything different, don’t you?” He teases and pats Jon’s shoulder softly.

“I’m no kneeler... not anymore” Jon murmurs and nuzzles his face into his partner’s neck for warmth.

Tormund’s expression softens from teasing to gentle “Of course not, my sweet Crow.” And he puts his arm around the smaller man breathing softly into his long hair.

After a moment he continues “We do not name our children until they’re at the age of 2. No sense to, with how many of them don’t survive the cold and famine. So to answer this, no we don’t have name days. We have birthdays instead.” He whispers sadly. “We lost so many children to the cold and the White Walkers...”

Jon gazes up at his husband. “That’s in the past. We’re here, we’re alive. And so many children got born in the tribe in the past months’ He says softly and squeezes Tormund’s hand, his thumb rubbing over the tattoo marking him his.

“But you’re right, I never saw anyone calling newborn children by names. I should pay more attention to our people’s customs” He adds gazing in the darkness beyond the ring of light their fire gives them.

Tormund looks down on him and his heart aches at how Jon just labelled Free Folk as theirs, as his people without even noticing. He loves the smaller man so fiercely he thinks one day his heart will burst with it.

Their clan, made up from different Free Folk tribes has long now adopted Jon as his own. They even gave him his own name. No one calls him a Snow, Stark, or Targaryen. Instead, they call him Jon Red-Eyed in a reference to Ghost and his warging.

Jon’s gaze moves to his face searching, after the long pause between them.

“What is it?”

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Hello, lovely!  ❤️ I already hit 22: https://quickreaver.tumblr.com/post/186938372624/1-7-22-for-the-salty-asks but let’s see about 17 and 26…

17: “Instead of XYZ happening, I would have made ABC happen…”  Oh, wow. Hmm. Well, damn, I’m just gonna go with my obvious, beat a dead horse. I would’ve taken an authorial stand on why Sam didn’t look for Dean at the beginning of S8. It feels as though Carver couldn’t make up his mind, and consequentially, the narrative ended up really ambiguous about Sam’s motivations when he was in Texas. Even if the show wanted to leave us wondering for a period, okay fine. But it eventually needed to pick a stance and state it. Write from that knowledge. Did Sam have a psychotic break? Did he really decide (without research)–in that moment–that Dean was absolutely in Heaven and it was okay to leave Keven flapping in the wind?  OH, WAIT. I know what I would’ve done differently: I would’ve made demon!Dean really demonic. Damn, did the show drop the ball on that one. I could’ve watched a whole season of Dean with his hammer, chasing wounded Sam through the bunker. (Okay, not really, but that was the very best part of the demon!Dean arc. It was cruel and tense and omg, was Dean hot. And everyone knows my propensity for hurt!Sam, but srsly, that was the only time I was really impressed by the demon!Dean writing. Jensen killed it, and he could’ve gone so much darker if they’d have let him.)

26: Most shippable character? For me? GEE, I WONDER.

Summary: 

"It's bad," says Ginny, stepping out right behind her brother, her eyes fixing worriedly on her husband, who sits with his knees towards his chest, elbows resting on them while his hands clutch at his hair.

Ron sighs, looking towards his sister. "How bad exactly?"

Ginny's brow furrows. "He barely ever leaves his study. The case files are all over his desk, Ron."

His best friend is trapped within the depths of his own mind. It scares him because the only other time he's ever seen Harry like this is when the War had ended. The guilt and pain and anguish that Harry had carried back then had almost destroyed him.

Ron knows if he doesn't pull Harry out of his own mind, like he did back then, it will destroy him.

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