Happy Birthday @jjofalltrades!! 😘🥳

@evax3 made this incredibly beautiful piece for you based on my favourite scene from Wolf Hunt:

Long time no fic rec! So here's one I'm currently obsessed with:

Wolf Hunt by @jjofalltrades

JJ is in for the long run with this childhood friends to lovers modern au where Ned survives and runs away with Arya and joins a traveling carnival which Gendry also joins.

This is the childhood friends part of a "childhood friends to lovers" trope (so far- we'll be getting the adult lovers part, too) where Gendrya and their friends are (mostly) allowed to be kids, but with actual agency.

JJ has an incredible talent for writing kids and coming up with realistic scenarios to put them in to have their friendship grow, it is so soft and fluffy (Gendry (reluctantly) takes on the role of protector for all of his friends and secretly loves it).

However there's an angstier, darker political backstory/subplot as well and everything is so well plotted and sophisticated, it's one of those stories that requires you to actually think.

i am fading fast

In the rain, soft and wet

And a friendship, new and exciting started

And the two friends hoped never to be parted

Through the years, these two weaved through life by each other’s side

Laughing, smiling, by the hips they were tied

Happy days seemed never to end

but clouds and sadness were soon to descend

Differences big and small

Threatened to tear them apart and be their pitfall

What they had, their smiles and jokes

Were used as weapons, and the fire provokes

Through the war, these two friends forgot

The profound bond and they wouldn’t be outfought

Broken hearts and souls scorned

The lost friends were not mourned

All at once the fighting ceased

The storm over, and the bitterness decreased

The two, once close, with stars in their eyes

Look down in shame as their past dies

The two reached out their hands

Trying to mend the friendship their heart disbands

But the hurt ripped through the two

And threw their hopeful plans askew

So they dropped their weapons and called a truce

Cautiously looking at what they could deduce

Their minds weak and their patience running thin

The friends, two angels, not falling into sin

Back into the woods they trod

Hoping this new start was not a fraud

And so hand clasped in hand

The two marched, as a new future spanned