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The sound of plates dropping is what snaps the fantastic 4 back to reality.

The 4 of them were scattered around the room, Reed running some tests on Johnny and their new found still secret powers, when you walked in.

Johnny had yet to tell you about his…his gifts? He didn’t know what to call it, he had barely digested it himself.

He regrets it now. Not telling you.

You’re stood by the door, mouth agape, all the air expelled from your lungs as you hunch over, half in shock, half stuck in a sob. You shouldn’t have had to find out like this. You shouldn’t have had to see Johnny completely engulfed in flames.

“Oh my god,” you choke out, a hand raised to cover your mouth. All over the floor was some chicken noodle soup. Johnny had been acting weird the last few weeks, you thought he was getting sick.

You glance over at the others. You hadn’t seen Ben in a while, what the fuck was he wearing? And Sue, she’s looking between you and Johnny with a concerned look on her face. The fact she wasn’t freaking out meant she knew.

“Baby, I can explain,” Johnny starts. He’s holding his hands up in mock surrender as he takes a couple slow steps towards you, like he was trying to back an animal into a corner.

“What are you?” You ask as you take a few wobbly steps back.

“I’m still me-“

“Stay the hell away from me,” you hold your hands out to keep him at a distance. You trip over the couch, clattering on the floor. Johnny winces, wanting to rush over and help you up, but you’re crawling away from him.

You are crawling away from him. From him?

He’s never seen you look this scared before. You’ve never recoiled away from him like this.

He stops his advance toward you. God, you’ve never looked at him like that before. It hurts worst than the cosmic radiation that did this to him in the first place.

He can only watch dejectedly as you scramble to put your shoes on. You completely forget about your jacket, the door slams behind you as you run away like your life depended on it.

An entire week passes before there’s a knock on your door. You look through the peephole to find Sue.

She looks rather normal. She has a long trench coat on, with a light blue headband.

“I know you’re in there, I just want to talk,” you hear her call out.

“Johnnys heartbroken. He’s kicking himself for not telling you earlier. I’m sorry, y/n, you never should have found out like that,” she tells you. You take a shaky breath from the opposite side of the door.

“I told him not to tell you. I told him not to tell you until we knew more, until we could make sense of everything,” she continues.

“Johnnys gone, Sue. He’s gone,” you cry, your forehead leaning heavy on the door as your hand gripes at your heart.

“No, no, oh sweetheart. I promise, I know this doesn’t make sense, but I promise we’re still us. Johnny is Johnny. Won’t you please just talk to him? You’ll see, he’s still the same guy,” she winces. She feels horrible, of course you’d think that. You’ve been mourning Johnny all week.

You open the door a little, the safety chain clanging as you look at Sue.

“You promise he’s still Johnny?” You ask. You don’t even know if you can trust her, she might not even be Sue. But you hope, your heartbroken heart wills you to believe.

“I promise,” she nods.

“Send him over, will you?” You ask her.

“Sure, yeah, of course. I’ll go right now,” she practically jumps out of her skin to rush down the stairs and into the car.

The second she tells Johnny, he’s jumping out the window and flying off. He lands outside your building, careful not to frighten you more. He grabs a bouquet of flowers from the lobby as he runs up the stairs, skipping them 2 or 3 at a time.

He uses his key to unlock the door.

“Baby?” He calls out as he kicks off his shoes.

You tiptoe out of your room, standing across the room from him. He makes a move to come closer, but you stop him.

“No, stay there, don’t come closer,” you warn. You spare a glance down at the flowers before looking back at him. He looks like Johnny, half of you wants to run straight into him.

“Where did we first meet?” You question.

“At school. It was January. First period, history. You were the new girl, and I was the lucky guy who had an empty seat beside him,” he answers.

“Where was our first kiss?”

“After our third date. We went out for dinner, you got pasta. We got caught in the rain. You thought it was romantic and asked me to kiss you so you could live out the perfect fantasy.”

“When-“

“I first told you I loved you in April. We were sitting in a field doing our homework and you looked so pretty, I couldn’t help but say it. But I should have told you that sooner, I knew I loved you sooner but I was too scared to say it. I love you, y/n, more than anything,” he sighs deeply.

“Johnny,” a strangled sob escapes you as you run into him. You throw your arms around him and he’s quick to hold you back. The flowers are scattered somewhere on the floor as his arms wrap around you, so tight it’s hard to breathe.

“I thought you were dead. I thought you died and something took over you,” you sob, legs growing weak at your admission, Johnny being the only thing holding you up.

“I thought I lost you,” you cry as he gently cradles the back of your head.

“No baby, you haven’t lost me. You’ll never lose me,” he whispers, cooing gently as he presses a kiss to your temple.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper as Johnny gently guides you over to the couch, arms still tight around you.

“No, I should have told you. I should’ve told you gently, that was…it was never supposed to happen like that,” he shakes his head as you pull back slightly. Your hands still cup his face, his own hand comes up to gently rub your wrist.

“It’s less about the fact you didn’t tell me. It’s more so I thought you were gone. I hated believing that. I don’t want to-“ you frown, you struggle to breathe as you remember how it felt to think Johnny was dead and gone.

“I’m here, baby, I’m right here,” he promises, his eyes closed as he leans into your touch and presses a gently kiss to your palm.

He’s warmer than you remember him to be, from his lips to his hand over yours, you can feel that he runs hotter than he usually did.

You take a shaky breath as you run your hand along his cheek.

“I can explain everything-“

You cut him off with a kiss, a hard bruising kiss that you can barely breathe during. Johnnys pulling you closer to him as you pull back. You look into his eyes, and the eyes that have looked back at you for years now, stare back.

You press a kiss to his cheek, many kisses, all over his face. Johnny can’t help but smile as you do.

“I’ve waited this long, I can wait a little while longer for your explanation. I just still can’t believe you’re sitting in front of me, I was so…” you trail off as your hands drop to his shoulders.

“I know,” he says softly.

“Will you just…hold me?” You ask, already tucking yourself into the crook of his neck.

“Yeah baby,” he whispers contently.

“I love you,” he murmurs as he presses a kiss to your hairline.

The Great War

It had been a further few days since poor Bran Stark tumbled from the tower.

His mother was beside herself. She hardly ever left his room, and his direwolf howls all night and day under his window. You don’t think you’d ever understand the bond each of the Starks had with their wolves, half of you believes Summer’s proximity has kept Bran alive thus far.

Your father could no longer wait to travel back to Kingslanding. Your family would leave today, and take some of the Starks with them. You had asked your father to leave Ned until Bran awoke, but apparently the kingdoms could no longer wait.

Lord Stark would depart today for Kingslanding with his 2 daughters only. Jon had decided to join the Nightswatch, he too would leave with his uncle Benjen.

You did not see much of Robb. He was busy, helping his father and mother, watching over the other children, standing by Jon as he made his decision. You didn’t blame him, how could you? But you missed him, you haven’t even known him long, but you missed him.

“Helen!”

Myrcella and Tommen clammer toward you. You bend down to their level, smiling as they pull you into a hug.

“I’ll miss you, Helen,” Tommen whispers in your ear.

“I will miss you more, Tommen,” you murmur as you press a kiss to his cheek.

“You were such a beautiful bride, Helen. Won’t you come back home with us?” Myrcella asks.

“I so wish I could, Myrcella. But I think Robb needs me more right now, don’t you think?” You ask as you offer her a sad smile. She nods in agreement as she takes a hold of your hand.

“The two of you must write to me, and I will come visit all the time, alright? The two of you are so very dear to me, I can’t wait to hear about what you will do as you grow. We shall not say goodbye, hm? We will see each other very soon,” you promise as you pull them both in, pressing kisses to both their cheeks.

“Be good,” you whisper as one of the ladies comes to settle them into the carriage. You wave goodbye to them as they go, fighting your own tears as they disappear from view.

Balerion flies over head, and even he swoops down and hops into the carriage, saying his own goodbyes to the two little hands who would sneak him extra scraps from dinner.

“Joff, ride safe, will you? Listen to mother and father, and write to me,” you tell him as you find him. You lean down to press a kiss to his cheek, something he doesn’t immediately recoil at. He bites his tongue, simply nodding along before climbing his horse.

“Mother,” you sigh as you run to her, allowing her to pull you into her arms.

“Oh my sweet girl. I don’t know how I shall leave you behind,” she murmurs as she holds you close.

“I am where I belong now, mother, I can see it,” you tell her.

“My love, I know part of you married the boy only out of love and duty to your father. But it isn’t too late, if you want to leave, I will take you,” she offers once more.

“I love him already, mother. Do not worry about me. Robb is a good man, he will take care of me,” you assure her. She sighs with finality as she nods. She presses a hand to your cheek and smiles weakly.

“All will be well once Bran wakes, I’m sure of it,” you tell her. You miss the way he body tightens, the terrified look on her face. You chalk it up to her missing you.

“Sometimes I wonder how something so good could have ever come from me. You are too good, Helen,” she hums.

“Will you write to me, mother?” You ask her.

“Everyday,” she promises.

“And one day, if I should ever carry a child of my own, will you come stay with me?” You ask as her hand drifts down slowly to your shoulder.

“My dove, that is quite a while away,” she reminds you, a look of concern evident on her face.

“I know, but I should like you to come. I wanted to ask you to your face, not through a frightened letter later on,” you try to explain.

“Of course I will come. I should be so happy to share in your joy,” she nods as she pulls you into for one more hug. You hug her a bit tighter, burying your face into her hair so you can smell her perfume once more.

“I love you, Helen, more than you could ever know,” she whispers.

“I love you too, mother,” you whisper back. She pulls back and puts a smile on her face, somewhat for appearances, some part to comfort you. You’ve never been long away from your mother before, this would be something you’d both have to get used to.

“Be well, little dove, until we meet again,” she says as she presses a kiss to your cheek. You watch her climb into the carriage behind Tommen and Myrcella.

You do not sit in your sadness. You do not get to. Your uncle Jaime comes, lifting you off your feet, forcing a laugh from you as he spins you.

“Oh how you have grown, Helen, into a fine young woman,” he smiles as he sets you back down.

“Thank you, uncle. I will miss you, Jaime,” you tell him.

“As I will miss you. Am I the uncle you shall miss the most? Or will it be Renly?” He asks teasingly.

“I will miss you all the same,” you insist.

“Mother has promised to write me. Send your own as well, so I know you will not have forgotten me,” you ask of him.

“How could anyone ever forget you, Helen, you might very well be the greatest Lady Westeros has ever known. Do not fret, I’ll ask your mother to send along my love,” he promises.

You nod and wring at your fingers for a bit before pulling him into a hug.

“My dear, brave uncle. I will count the days until I see you again,” you whisper, pressing a kiss to his cheek before letting go.

“One day soon, I hope,” he smiles.

He takes a step back and bows, as befit your station. He takes your hand and kisses your knuckle.

“Until next time, Princess,” he winks. He knows you hate when he calls you that.

You wave him off before approaching your father.

“The red keep will be a darker palace without you to brighten its halls,” your father says as you pull him into a hug. He had been avoiding you all morning, not wanting to say goodbye.

“The Red Keep will be just as we left it, I am sure,” you laugh as you hold his hand, gripping it with both of yours.

“Father, you must let go of whatever guilt you hold onto. I am happy here, I will grow my happiness with Robb. I have always known I may end up Lady here, I have made my peace with it long ago. I’ve had many a dream of the life I will have with Robb, of the children we will have and the love we will grow. Please, do not feel sorry for me,” you tell him. Your father nods softly.

Sometimes when you looked at your father, you tried to imagine him as a young man. As the demon on the trident. You could not, you never have. You have read the stories, seen the art drawn, but you could never imagine your father like that. Not the father who read you stories as a child, who humoured you and let you keep Balerion, who passed laws to forbid the hunting of eagles so your beloved pet may never be caught in the crosshairs, who could never completely say no to you. He humoured your every whim, every travel you begged to go on.

No, this father surely could not be this so called demon.

“I remember I could hold you in one hand when you were a babe. I used to watch you sleep, watch you breathe all night. Now look at you, a woman grown,” he sighs deeply. There is a look of pride in his eyes, hidden partly by the tears brewing.

“Ours is the fury, my dear girl, you must never forget,” he says as he clasps your hands in his own.

“I will not,” you promise him as he pulls you in for one more hug.

“Father, please be safe. There is much I want you to see. Take care of yourself,” you tell him as you lay your head on his shoulder.

“Don’t worry about me, my darling girl. I will be well. Write to me, always write to me, I never want to be separated from you,” he says softly.

“I will,” you promise.

He pulls back and lifts your hand up to kiss.

“Until we meet again, my beautiful princess,” he says his goodbye.

“Until we meet again, father,” you smile softly as he lays his hand on your cheek.

He looks down upon you for a moment longer, like he doesn’t want to leave quite yet, like he wonders if this may be the last time he shall ever lay eyes on you.

He presses a kiss to your cheek.

“I shall kiss the other when we meet again,” he declares. With a smile, you lean up and press a kiss to his as well.

“As will I, father,” you smile.

The carriages begin moving slowly, you wave your family goodbye as one more of your beloveds comes to approach you.

“Ser Barristan,” you have a tight smile on your face, like you may cry if you don’t.

“My princess, it has been my great honour to serve you, to watch over you. It has been the greatest honour of my life,” he kneels deeply as he takes your hands in his.

“Ser Barristan, please stand,” you whimper. Once he does, you throw your arms around him, rather improperly, but you would be damned if you let him go without a proper goodbye.

“You have been like my own father, Ser Barristan, I fear I shall miss you the most,” you say quietly, only loud enough so he may hear. It takes him a moment to compose himself, not quite expecting the hug, but he figures himself out and hugs you back.

He had been there when you were born. He had heard your very first cry. He had watched over you since you were a babe fresh out the womb. He chased after you as a child, looked after you, kept your secrets, protected you, and would have happily sacrificed his life for yours-and he nearly did. He would have, and still would, do anything for you. He had gone above and beyond what was expected of him, and he would do it again.

“If you ever need anything, princess, you need only write to me. If you should ever need me, I will ride to you all day and night,” he promises.

“I think I will always need you, Ser Barristan,” you murmur.

“We will see each other again,” he says with conviction.

“We will, Ser. I love you, Barristan, thank you for all you’ve done for me. I will never forget it,” you say against him, giving him one more squeeze.

“I…I love you too, princess, like my own daughter if I had ever been blessed with one. I wish you nothing but happiness with the Stark boy, you take care of yourself until I can come back and do it for you,” he says as he pulls back.

“I will, Ser,” you laugh lightly.

You lean up a bit and press a kiss to his cheek.

“Until we meet again,” you wave him goodbye as he climbs his horse and leaves to catch up with the others. He looks back once, waving goodbye before you’re left in the courtyard.

The few remaining Starks are getting ready to leave. You say your goodbyes to Sansa and Arya (as well as their direwolves), you wish them well and promise to come down and visit them sometime soon.

“My Lord Stark, Robb and I will try our best to take care of the North in your absence, as well as the Lady Stark. Please do not worry, I suspect you will receive a letter that Bran has awoken by the time you arrive at Kingslanding,” you tell your good father.

“Thank you, Princess, I hope so too,” he nods.

You find Robb saying his final goodbyes to Jon. You give them a moment and gently pet Ghost’s head, saying your goodbyes to the beautiful white direwolf. You wish him well and bid him to look after Jon well.

“I hope you find what you are looking for in the Nightswatch, Jon Snow. But please remember, you are very much welcome here in Winterfell, please come visit when circumstances allows,” you tell the boy as he and Robb finish with a hug. You pull him in for a quick hug as well, unable to help yourself. You wish he did not have to go so soon, you liked having him around to share in Robb’s burdens, you had quickly befriended the boy in the time since your wedding. A brother of Robb’s was now your own. You wished he could stay, at least until Bran awoke, but you suspect he would like to get away from Lady Stark as soon as possible.

“Thank you, Princess,” he nods.

“You are…” you hesitate for a moment.

“You are where you are meant to be,” you tell him. You suspect that you have roles to play, according to your visions, Jon’s might be one of the biggest of all. You know it, but you can’t quite place why.

He nods thankfully and bows once more to you. You wave him goodbye, just as your uncle comes by on his own horse.

“I will see you soon, Helen, I will come down by Winterfell when I return,” Tyrion says as you reach up to squeeze his hand.

“I will wait for you, uncle,” you tell him.

“Be safe, try not to cause too much trouble,” you tease.

“Ha, trouble is my middle name, girl, or have you forgotten?” He grins. You walk them to the door, waving goodbye.

Robb comes to stand with you, his hand slipping around your waist. Rickon is by his side, like he has been for a few weeks now, poor boy. Rickon had clearly shed a few tears saying goodbye to his siblings.

Shaggydog and Greywind sit by your sides. Greywind howls, a howl that’s reciprocated distantly by Lady, Ghost, and Nymeria. You had forgotten for a moment that the direwolves were of the same litter, that they too would miss each other.

Balerion flies down in front of Rickon, who gives chase. Balerion quite liked the attention, you realized, he’d fly just out of reach of little Rickon who jumped up to reach him. He’d jump around on the back of Shaggydog, the youngest wolf also yipping as he chased. You worried for your dear companion, for as brave as he was-he was no match for the teeth of a direwolf, but he was too agile to be caught. As well, Robb said the wolves knew better so that did much to ease your worry.

Robb leans down and presses a kiss to your temple once you get a moment alone.

“I’m sorry I’ve been away so much, I wish it didn’t have to be,” he sighs.

“We have the rest of our lives to be together, don’t apologize for taking care of your family. It will not always be this way,” you assure him as you raise a hand to cup his cheek.

“I don’t deserve you,” he smiles softly as you tilt your face toward his.

“No, you don’t,” you tease. He presses a kiss to your lips quickly, silently promising more later.

“Come inside, it is still too cold for a summer flower like you to be out here for this long,” Robb says as he gently guides you back inside.

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