MORAL CODES Motivation

GOT P Chapter 39

The heat came before the light. Dorne never waited for the sun to wake. By the time it broke the horizon, Velmir was already on the roof above Rhaenys’s chamber, listening to the slow echo of boots in the courtyard below.

Another group of ri...

M: EM+1 Chapter 1

The Humvee shook over the dirt road, suspension groaning with every dip. Dust hit the windows in bursts. Inside, the air was stale and warm; the vents pushed more noise than cold.

Tony Stark sat with one leg crossed over the other, sunglasses on, drink in hand ice clinking lazily. Across from him, three soldiers tried to act like they were...

GOT: P Chapter 38

Morning came slow over Sunspear. The sun lifted over the sea, light spilling across the walls and roofs until the city looked sun-soaked and heavy with heat. The gulls were already at it, loud and useless birds. Down at the docks, fishermen argued over nothing important. A cart tipped somewhere. Normal noise. Normal day.

Except it wasn’t...

JUST RANDOM(SUNDAY SPECIAL)

Must say, it’s just an idea of mine. I felt like writing something a bit different this weekend. Don’t worry, Velmir is still with us. I just thought it’d be fun to write a Saitama × Marvel crossover: not too much drama, just a few short on-...

GOT: P Chapter 37

Dinner was held in one of the open chambers facing the sea. Long table, white plaster walls, the scent of salt and roasted peppers filling the air. The evening breeze came in slow, stirring the torches lightly.

The table was full, Oberyn and ...

GOT: P Chapter 36

The sun hit Sunspear hard that day, light bouncing off every pale wall and sandstone street. The kind of heat that made even the wind feel tired.

Rhaenys's party rode in through the main gate under that glare, the clatter of hooves echoing bet...

GOT: P Chapter 35

The camp was already breaking when the sun came up. Horses bridled, wagons packed, men shouting over one another. The Young Wolf was moving west for war.

Rhaenys's cart faced south, away from it all. Her men were loading the last of the packs. The road ahead was dry and empty.

Velmir stood beside her, wings tucked tight, the faint gl...

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GOTP Chapter 34

Velmir sat on the highest branch he could find. The old oak creaked under him. Below, the northern camp was already stirring, men shouting, horses snorting, wheels crunching over dirt as they made ready to move west.

He cocked his head. So the...

GOTP Chapter 33

Robb pushed through the flap of his tent, already tired before the next word left his mouth. The camp was half-asleep, men snoring, guards yawning by the fires. He just wanted a quiet moment to think for the next day.

Then he stopped.

Velmir was there.

Sitting right in the middle of his tent, wings folded, eyes half-glowing in ...

GOTP Chapter 32

Velmir didn't remember leaving the camp. One moment he was outside her tent, the next he was just… gone. Flying. Higher, faster, away from her voice, away from her scent. Just wanted to be away.

He didn't know how long he had been in the air...

GOTP Chapter 31

How long has it been? Two years? Four? I don’t even know anymore.
The days blend. The wars, the screams, the fire - all of it.

The rage that burns in me isn’t always mine. It’s hers.
That’s the strange thing about being… whatever I am. A Pokemon, bound to a person not just by command, but by feeling. Closer the bond, strong...

GOTP Chapter 30

The camp was quieter than usual- men sharpening swords, dogs fighting over scraps, banners still wet from the morning fog.

Robb walked with Rhaenys along the edge of the camp trail, both saying little at first. The silence wasn't awkward, just stretched- the kind that came from two people used to leading others. One from sea, one from land...

GOTP Chapter 29

The sky was deep blue when I reached the heart of the Riverlands.
The sun climbed slow as ever, and below, the land already burned. Columns of smoke rose from farms and villages that used to be quiet, usually.

So early in the day, and alre...

Author's Note

Hey everyone, thanks for being patient with me. I’m finally back and will start releasing chapters again from today. Gotta say, that fever hit me hard, one hell of a package. Feeling a lot better now though, at least my head’s working right again.

I will ...

GOTP Chapter 28

The guard’s torch cast long shadows down the row of cages. Men stirred, some muttering, some groaning in their sleep. The stink of piss and mud in the air.

Behind the bars, two figures sat chained to opposite posts - one fair-haired and cal...

GOTP Chapter 27

Rumors will spread soon enough.
They always do.

Men will say a fire-bird broke the Lannister camp, that flames came from nowhere, that sorcery walked the night. Let them.

What I wonder is how much my presence will twist this war, or ...

GOT: P Chapter 26

Open field north of the smoke. Wet grass. Cold sun trying its best.

She's there already, cloak tight, hair pinned back, eyes on the line where the fields start to brown. No men crowded close. Good call.

I drop slow so I don't kick dust. Heat banked. Wings fold. Ground comes up easy.

Rhaenys steps in and sets her palm on my head...

GOT: P Chapter 25

Hounds first. Always the hounds.

They catch the wrong scent. Too late. I slide in low and fast- one pass, clean. No bark. The body folds like a sack. I don’t look back.

Next pair at the pickets. Same way, different height, aerial ace....

GOT: P Chapter 24

Dawn ran across the trampled field. Men pissed, saddled, checked buckles twice. Cooks scraped kettles clean with bits of crust; the smell of tallow and horse hung low. 

Rhaenys stepped out of the tent before anyone ca...

GOT: P Chapter 23

The tent was filled with argument. Men talking over men until the Greatjon smashed the table with his fist.

"Here's what I say to these two kings," he growled. "Renly's naught to me, nor Stannis neither. Why should they rule me from some flowery seat in the South? Even their gods are wrong. We bowed to dragons once..." he spat. "and the d...

GOT: P Chapter 22

Hooves first. Then the ring of bits and the thud of boots dropping to earth. Our mule flattened its ears. Good mule.

I held high, thin against cloudy night. Northmen- plain shields, good and worn leather, heads on a swivel. Robb's outriders. ...

GOT: P Chapter 21

White Harbor's gates shrank behind us. Shaky roads ahead. Breath white from mule and men.

Rae sat on the cart plank with the reins loose in her hands, jaw tight. Arry rode beside us, wrapped in a grey cloak, eyes everywhere.

I paced the...

GOT: P Chapter 20

They gave the girl a pallet in the fo'c'sle, out of the wind. I brought a blanket and a cup myself so the crew didn't crowd her.

"Arry," I said, crouching to her level. "Are you hurt?" My voice was soft. "Arms? Shoulders? He carried you rough."

She set her jaw and didn't look at me. "I'm fine."

"That means 'no,' does it?" I wai...

GOT: P Chapter 19

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Hey guys, quick note, there's a correction in the previous chapter. The MC actually pointed to Winterfell, not Bear Island. That was an honest mistake on my part, forgot Bear Island is on the other side of the map. My bad!

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One beat and he's gone. Heat ripples once over the rail, then only sky.

Rhaeny...

GOT: P Chapter 18

Dawn makes everything look honest. Also tired.

Men stare. No one knows who the girl is. No one asks loud. They look at me, then at her, then at Rhaenys. Garrad keeps his jaw shut and his hands on the tiller. Good. Let the captain be a captain...

GOT: P Chapter 17(EDITED)

The bay lies flat. Lantern hums as it sways with waves.

Rhaenys sits by the stern rail with a blanket round her shoulders. She talks low, like to herself.

"Wind's gone lazy," she says. "We'll make the turn by grey light if it bothers to ...

GOT: P Chapter 16

They called it the Fishmonger's Gate when she was little. It still smells like it: brine, rot, piss baked flat by sun, but worse now, layered with too many dirt and shit, not enough water to wash the street.

Rhaenys stands off the Fishmonger’s Gate with a hood low and a hired cart at her back. The cart creaks under bales and nets and thr...

GOT: P Chapter 15

Fourteen… maybe fifteen years.

I don't know.

Time flew faster than I ever thought it could.

I'm not the little bird anymore. I'm flame in the sky, the Talonflame.

I cut the wind and level out. Body's longer, chest deep, wings broad and hard at the edges. Feathers run dark red along the neck, slate over the back, bright ...

GOT: P Chapter 14

Wind lazy, light going. I’m dozing on the yard when the lookout croaks, “Two to lee! Sloops!”

I’m already airborne. Rhaenys staggers from the fo’c’sle, hair a knot, eyes gummy. She doesn’t see the hulls yet. flat, low, fast.

“Hands to braces!” Captain Garrad snaps. “Hobb, casks starboard. Mira, stand by the tiller...