janie_tangerine | COWT 10 S7 M7: hatoful boyfriend westeros star (hatoful boyfriend + asoiaf, pg13, various)

M7: un altro giro della spirale, a song of ice and fire + hatoful boyfriend (con swap lord pigeon ned stark + iwamine shuu)

(parte uno: ned stark + yuuya sakazaki + anghel igure; parte due: iwamine shuu + bran stark)

ONE: Lord Pigeon Ned Stark

So.

This is strange.

One moment, Ned had been happily taking his morning flight across Winterfell, as he does each day, to keep the situation under control. Nothing had seemed strange or amiss, and he was already looking forward to flying back inside Catelyn’s room so he could eat his usual seeds from her hand as he does every morning —

And a moment later he had flown through some kind of weird wind and he had appeared somewhere else entirely.

Specifically, an incredibly strange room with light orange walls, some strange machinery in front of him, something that looks like maesters’ equipment next to it but none that Ned has ever seen in his entire life, and… a strange chair. Gods, what sorcery is this? He goes towards the window and sees that he’s in a tall building overlooking a lovely green wood, but that’s it. He’s about to fly out of the window to check, but then —

“Doctor, do you need anything —” Someone says, and Ned immediately turns on his back and sees that it’s… another bird. Actually, a white fantail pigeon with a long neck and large wings, who looks at Ned as if he’s extremely surprised to see him here, and wait —

Did that bird just talk?

“… You, mon amie, are certainly not Doctor Iwamine,” the bird says.

Ned can’t talk, in Westeros, but —

He opens his beak. “Er, actually, no?” He says, and then — “For the Old Gods, I can talk?”

“… Why couldn’t you?” The other bird says. “Everybirdie can. Has since years.”

Ned thinks he’s about to faint.

“Uhm,” he says, “I — my name is Ned,” he says, flapping his wings and moving close to the other bird. “And… I certainly, uhm, do not come from here, actually this is very different from Westeros —”

“Westeros? I do not think I have ever heard of such a place,” the other bird says. “Oh, I’m Yuuya, by the way. Ned. What a strange name.”

Because yours isn’t?, Ned wants to ask.

“Never mind,” Yuuya says, “maybe we should start investigating —”

That is, when the door slams open and another bird, a dove with grey-blue plumage and a red spot of feathers over his heart, plunges inside the room, looking up at Ned in awe.

“Oh,” he says, “the Gray Wolf of the Northern Lands has joined us!”

“Wait,” Ned says, “do you know who I am?!”

“Anghel,” Yuuya says, “if you could please explain yourself —”

“Well,” Anghel says, “nothing too complicated. There was some space-temporal rift that I think Wallenstein opened while he was doing his sorcery, he came from there, the Ruthless Dark Sorcerer is there. It will solve itself at some point. As usual.”

“… I… haven’t understood a single word,” Ned admits.

“Me neither,” Yuuya sighs, “but that’s how it is. Well, apparently, my friend, you’re on a vacation and you can talk in this world, so… I suppose you can come with us and have lunch.”

“… Thank you,” Ned says, “that would be lovely.”

The Ruthless Dark Sorcerer?

Ned has no idea of where he ended up.

He honestly hopes he’s going to figure it out soon.

TWO: Iwamine Shuu

This, Shuu thinks, is interesting and at the same time absolutely infuriating.

Now, fine. He probably shouldn’t have started meddling with the fabric of space and time, but he’s a man of science and so what if he was informed that Ryuuji was in fact somewhere in that Holiday Star place that the human and the others ranted about a few months ago and he tried to find him?

A man cannot be faulted if he’s a person of science and he wants to pursue every road to find his beloved.

So, he had been tinkering, and now he’s ended up somewhere in the middle ages, somewhere weird because he’s flown in this castle where everyone is apparently looking for some pigeon named Ned, whose place Shuu thinks he has taken… except that he cannot talk in this stupid world, and he cannot explain himself, and he also most likely cannot build back his machinery.

This might be a problem.

Hopefully the fabric of space and time will right itself, at some point soon, and then he realizes that one of the highborn children in this castle has set his eyes on him while he flew around the place. The kid also has a strange aura to him, as if he can sense that Shuu does not belong here.

Interesting, he thinks.

And then another pigeon flies next to him, and suddenly Shuu hears him in his head.

Are you the substitute General?

… All right.

Is this Ned the original General?, Shuu trills, and the pigeon understands him. At least someone does.

Indeed, General! Do you have any orders?

Shuu smiles to himself.

Maybe I do, he says.

And then he starts thinking about it.

He is going to make the most of his time here, if he can. Oh, he will.

End.