Donkeyemma



Recent bookmarks

  1. Public Bookmark *

    Summary

    “Scorpion,” Jesse guesses eventually, wishing he’d kept his cigar just for something to do. They saw a lot of scorpions in Deadlock. This guy moves just like one, whip-quick and brutal. ‘Course, that could also be--“Or a snake.”

    “A real poisonous one,” Lupe says agreeably, settling down beside his feet. “Or rabid.”

    “Now, darlin’, don’t go assuming the worst first thing,” Jesse chides, but of course he’d been thinking it too. His daemon, after all.

    “If there ain’t nothing wrong with his daemon, then where’s it at?” Lupe asks, making no effort to hide her intent focus on the new guy. She sure does make it hard to remind everyone he’s the easy-going type.

    Words:
    17,616
    Works:
    5
    Bookmarks:
    163

    14 Jun 2026

  2. Public Bookmark *

    Tags
    Summary

    (And turns me to gold in the sunlight)

    Robert Baratheon’s hair was longer than she remembered, and his beard wilder, but he was tall and broad, although not as handsome as Rhaegar or even Cerion. She almost preferred that. He did not look like a king. He looked like a lost soldier. But he greeted her properly, pressing a rough kiss to the back of her hand. “My lady,” he said.

    “My- Your Grace,” Jaime corrected herself swiftly, and sunk into a low curtsy, but she did not look away from him. “I have been eagerly awaiting this day.”

    “Have you?” he almost seemed about to laugh. There was something brittle to him, despite his obvious strength and deep voice.

    “Just as much as yourself, I am sure,” she chirped, and turned to smile at her family, while her husband to be’s forced mask of courtesy was cleaved off his face.

    (In which it is Jaime and Cerion, not Jaime and Cersei, and Robert Baratheon and Westeros find themselves with a different sort of queen entirely).

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    41,076
    Chapters:
    17/17
    Comments:
    281
    Kudos:
    2,923
    Bookmarks:
    807
    Hits:
    46,468

    14 Jun 2026

  3. Public Bookmark *

    Tags
    Summary

    The man is huge, almost bigger than Jon's father. His eyes are golden as Lannister gold with vertical black pupils like Jeyne's cat, and he has a pair of swords on his back, pommels peeking out above the icebear skin he wears on his shoulders.

    "Are you absolutely sure of that, ma'am? Once I take him away, your lord husband will not be able to claim him back." The man asks, looking between Lady Stark and Jon with furrowed brows. "He may be a bastard, but he certainly can be sent to the Wall when he's older. It's so much better than the life that my brothers and I lead."

    "We can't have him any longer, witcher. Take the boy or not, I'm getting rid of him today." Answers Lady Stark, cold as the snow outside, and Jon shivers.

    The man, the witcher, sighs deeply and nods.

    "Let it be in your head then, ma'am." He says, crouching down to Jon's height and smiling sadly at him. "Hi, kid. I'm Fenris of the Wolf School. What's your name?"

    •••

    Or the one where, when Ned is out fighting in the Greyjoy Rebellion, Catelyn hands Jon over to a passing witcher.

    As unbelievable as it sounds, it's the best thing that's ever happened to him.

    Series
    Language:
    English
    Words:
    11,597
    Chapters:
    2/?
    Collections:
    4
    Comments:
    193
    Kudos:
    1,055
    Bookmarks:
    407
    Hits:
    13,983

    13 Jun 2026

  4. Public Bookmark *

    Tags
    Summary

    “Ilya,” Hollander breathes, which—Ilya isn’t sure Hollander has ever called him by his first name. Surely he has sometime in seven years of acquaintance? But the sound of it is novel, unfamiliar. 

    And far from unpleasant. 

    Then Hollander says, “Baby,” and Ilya knows for certain that he’s never called Ilya that, because it takes the air right out of Ilya’s lungs and makes his guts twist and fuck, he would have remembered if Hollander had ever called him that. Especially in that reverent tone. 

    It’s nice. 

    Ilya doesn't remember being married to Shane Hollander. Probably, he should tell someone.

    He decides not to.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    20,658
    Chapters:
    4/4
    Comments:
    420
    Kudos:
    3,989
    Bookmarks:
    753
    Hits:
    31,550

    09 Jun 2026

  5. Public Bookmark *

    Words:
    20,297
    Works:
    3
    Bookmarks:
    138

    30 May 2026