#i wanted to die every time she tried to kill me but i fought it for you mama

[ohnoitstbskyen]

"Luffy... help me..."

It's often been said about One Piece that you should "read it until Arlong Park," but it's one very specific MOMENT in Arlong Park that's important here. If this resonates with you, you're a One Piece fan, and if it doesn't, well, maybe it's not for you.

Let me tell you about it.

TRANSCRIPT:

Which are the best panels in One Piece?

It's often said in the One Piece community that you should stick with it until Arlong Park, and if you're not into One Piece by that point, THAT's when you know it's not a series for you.

I think this is true, and the reason why is this scene. This scene is how you know.

Nami has spent eight years working on her own, since she was a child of only ten, lying, deceiving, stealing, fighting and scamming, all to gather the money that Arlong wants so she can save her village. And now with the goal in sight, Arlong uses the Navy (all Marines are bastards) to steal her money so he can keep exploiting her.

The villagers she has been protecting have had enough, and are going to throw themselves at the fishmen and die, and the beloved friends she made on the Straw Hat Crew keep refusing to leave even though she KNOWS that Arlong will kill them. Her every ray of hope and all of her attempts at keeping control have failed and now, reduced to incoherent rage and sorrow, she sits in the dirt stabbing a dagger into the tattoo on her shoulder, because hurting herself is the only thing she can do to spite Arlong.

And then Luffy comes along and stops her.

She yells at him, throws dirt at him, rejects him, tells him to f*** off basically, and when he doesn't… because she has nothing else left, because there's no plan, because everything is falling down around her, she finally lets down her walls, and says what's in her heart. "Luffy… help me." (p 200, first panel)

And Luffy takes off his hat, his treasure, and gives it to her, and walks forward, and with his characteristic cartoony ridiculousness screams as loud he possibly can "OF COURSE I WILL."

Luffy doesn't know why she needs him. He doesn't know why she lied, why she stole the ship, he doesn't know about Belle-Mère or Nojiko or Nami's deal with Arlong. And he doesn't need to know, because she's his friend and she's his crew, and he loves her, she doesn't need a tragic backstory to deserve his help, she deserves it because she needs it, she deserves it because she asked.

Luffy knows that every time Nami tried to push him away, every time she told him to fuck off and leave her, her heart wasn't in it. Just like he'll know it with Robin, just like he'll know it with Sanji. And he knows that when she asks him for help, she has never meant anything more deeply in her life.

For that, he will move mountains. For that, he will level fortresses, he will smite gods and he will slay dragons. For love does Luffy do these things.

People hype up the moment when the crew get together and go to Arlong Park as the best moment of this chapter, and I'm not gonna say that it isn't awesome. Badass as hell, absolutely certified.

But… this chapter belongs to Nami, and her moment right here, because this is the moment that a girl who has fought so hard and so alone for so long finally finds the strength and the courage that it takes to trust someone else to lift your burdens.

#one piece #nami one piece #cat burglar nami #arlong #monkey d. luffy #tb skyen #tbskyen #Youtube

[suugarbabe]

Forget me not

Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: mentions of death, blood, broken bones

Summary: based off this ask; this will be a short series fic

Your lungs were on fire, but you kept running. Pointing your wand behind you, throwing every defensive spell you could think of toward the figure behind you. You turned down a different corridor, noticing the stone arches above you. You pointed your want toward the ceiling, still sprinting, “Bombarda Maxima!” The stone behind you came crumbling down on top of your attacker. You slowed down to a light jog, seeing an opening in a wall just big enough for you to rest and catch your breath quickly. You heard footsteps nearing and gripped your wand tightly, at this point in your life the birch wood and Phoenix feather core were an extra limb for you. The steps came closer and you did your best to press yourself into the crack in the wall. As soon as you saw a foot in your peripheral vision you muttered a quiet impedimenta, the person immediately tripping and a flash of red hair coming into your vision. 

“Ginny! Oh Merlin, I’m so sorry a death eaters been chasing me for Godric knows how long and I just-” Ginny embraced you in a hug so tight you thought she was going to crack one of your ribs. “Bloody hell, Y/n, I’m so glad to see you,” Ginny pulled away, quickly scanning over you head to toe as you did the same to her. She had some minor cuts on her face, her shirt and jeans covered in small tears and stone dust. You were sure you looked similar. “Have you seen the twins recently? Have you seen Freddie?” You tried to keep your voice from breaking as you asked. Ginny shook her head, “Not since they went with dad toward the towers.” You nodded, pushing any fear or doubt deep down inside along with any tears you feared were to spill. You heard cackling down the next corridor. Ginny grabbed your hand tightly, “We have to go.” 

You and Ginny ran, dodging falling pieces of the castle and throwing spells toward any dark smokey figure you saw in the distance. You forced down the bile that would rise in your throat any time you had to step over a dead classmate, feeling guilty every time you were relieved it wasn’t Fred. You had been blindly following Ginny, not paying attention to where she was running when you came to the steps at the bottom of the astronomy tower. You followed her halfway up the stairs before glancing out one of the stone openings. You saw a giant swinging his curved weapon, flattening a row of stone soldiers in one fell swoop. You watched briefly as an acromantula  picked up three students at once with their pincers, cutting them in half. You couldn’t hold it back this time as you stuck your head through the opening, emptying what little contents were in your stomach. 

“Y/n, are you okay?” Ginny walked back down the steps to check on you. You opened your mouth to speak when it suddenly felt like your head was going to explode. Your eyes met Ginny’s as you started to hear the gravely, burning voice of the one man everyone was fighting to defeat. You have fought valiantly…but in vain, I do not wish this, you looked back over the scene below, noticing everyone looking up at the sky,  every drop of magical blood spilled is a terrible waste. I therefore command my forces to retreat, your eyes widened and met Ginny’s again, both beginning to descend the steps quickly. Voldemort's venomous tone continued, in their absence, dispose of your dead with dignity. You both headed back the way you came, keeping an eye out for loved ones, alive or fallen. Harry Potter I now speak directly to you. On this night, you have allowed your friends to die for you, rather than face me yourself there is no greater dishonor. Your mind immediately jumped to Fred, tears brimming at the thought,  join me in the Forbidden Forest and confront your fate. If you do not do this, I shall kill every last man woman and child who tries to conceal you from me. 

The Dark Lord’s voice was gone just as quickly as it had arrived. “The Great Hall,” Ginny stated breathlessly as you continued to run behind her. “What about it?” You questioned. “That’s where they’ll bring them,” she stopped running, turning to face you as you came to a halt, “the dead. They’re going to bring them to the Great Hal-”. You were sprinting past her before she could finish, you’re mind on one thing: not seeing Fred’s lifeless body on a stretcher. You ran past damaged walls, fallen painting and Filch sweeping pieces of stone with a push broom. You entered the Great Hall, slowing to a walk to better scan the faces around you. Your breath caught in your throat when they landed on Remus and Tonks. Tears ran down your face when you noticed their arms still outstretched toward each other. 

“Y/N!” Ginny had finally caught up to you, “have you seen any of them? My family?” You shook your head, looking back toward your fallen friends in front of you. Ginny choked back sobs before both of your names began being called out. “Ginny! Y/n!” You both turned, seeing the Weasley parents running toward you. “Mum! Dad, oh thank Merlin,” Ginny spoke and the Weasleys enveloped you both in their arms. George was right behind them and you captured him in a hug quickly, nearly knocking him over, “I’m glad to see you too, duck.” You pulled back slightly, “And Freddie?” George’s face fell slightly, looking over your shoulder at his parents. You turned to them, neither able to meet your eye. You looked back towards George, seeing Charlie and Bill carrying someone on a stretcher. “No,” your voice was barely a whisper, growing louder and louder as your brain started to realize the situation, “No it can’t be, no, Freddie NO!”  

You moved to run to the stretcher but George held on to you, long arms wrapping around your waist and holding you to his chest, “Let..go of me,” you fought against him, “George let me go, let me go to him…please…I-I need to see him.” George held onto you tighter, slowly sitting down on the ground as your body seemed to go limp in his arms. You turned towards him now, burying your face in the chest of his jumper as sobs escaped you. You felt like someone was squeezing your heart tighter and tighter with each breath, “I-I can’t b-breathe…G-Georgie I c-can’t b-breathe.” George turned you to face him, placing a hand on either side of your face, he forced you to look at him. At the face that looked just like your Freddie’s. Only it wasn’t Fred, you could tell. You were always able to tell. 

By the end of week one you could tell, or at least you could tell which one of them was Fred. Both twins had a singular dimple when they smiled, on their left side; but Fred’s was just a little deeper than George. By the end of year two there were several differences, at least to you. George’s voice was slightly deeper, Fred’s part was just slightly more subtly to the left, and he had a faint beauty mark under his left eye. They both began accumulating little nics and scars on their skin as their pranks grew more extravagant as well. Fred had the smallest of scars on the bridge of his nose after running face first into the stone wall a week before Christmas holiday one year. He and Peeves had just pranked Filch, Fred forgetting that being a poltergeist allowed Peeves to escape through walls, while he just slammed into one. By the end of your sixth year they both had several more scars that helped you distinguish Fred from his twin, including a half inch scar below Fred’s right eye. It was your favorite one because it was the first time he had let you heal him at the end of year two. You had so many opportunities to heal the twins over the years Fred would joke that you should choose that as your profession. 

George tapped your cheek lightly, bringing your attention back to the present. “Y/n, did you hear me, love? Are you listening? Ginny, is there something wrong with her hearing I thought you said you checked each other?” You grabbed his face, you now holding each other, “I’m here Georgie, I can hear you, what did you say?” He swiped his thumb over your cheek, catching another tear before it fell fully, “He’s still alive, duckie. Freddie’s not dead, he’s alive. We just can’t get him to wake.” You never moved faster in your life than you did from your spot towards Fred’s body. Ginny got up, allowing you to kneel right next to him. You scanned his body, gasping as you reviewed his injuries. His left leg was clearly broken, Molly muttering mending and bandaging charms above it. He had numerous cuts and bruises along his chest and stomach, some deeper than others, edges burned black from the types of spells that created them. His right hand and several fingers broken as well, as if someone stepped on it, ceasing his ability to use his wand. His neck was beginning to bruise, you noticed his shallow breaths and checked his pulse as you ran your fingers along his jawline. His upper and low lips were split on opposite sides. What worried you the most was the gash on his forehead, just below his hairline. 

“Is he..?” You looked up to see Ron standing over you, doing his best to hold himself together. You stood up, “He’s alive, but he needs a lot of mending.” Ron did his best to smile at you, “Well then he’s in the perfect hands with you, I reckon he’s given you lots of practice.” You sniffled, nodding. You grabbed on to Ron quickly, not able to control the tears that were falling. He held onto you just as tightly. “I can’t lose him, Ron. I just can’t. I don’t think I can survive without him,” your tears soaking the shoulder of his shirt. “You’re not going to lose him, just stay with him. Do what you do best for him.” You pulled back, wiping your face with the palms of your hands as Hermione sprinted up to your group, “Harry went into the Forest, I-I couldn’t stop him. Luna said she saw Voldemort and the rest of the death eaters walking back toward the castle. They’re leading Hagrid with ropes like an animal. And he’s…” she trailed off, looking over at Ginny. “He’s what, Hermione,” you asked her, snapping her back to the present. “He was carrying someone.”

Ginny started running out of the hall. “Arthur!” Molly pointed towards Ginny; Athur and the older boys followed after her. Hermione and Ron followed quickly after that. You stayed with Fred, Molly staying as well not able to leave her injured son. You took your wand from your pocket, hands hovering over Fred’s stomach, “Vulnera Sanentur.” His cuts started to slowly close. You waved your want over his right hand, “Episkey.” The bones in his hands and fingers snapped back to their rightful place and a mild groan left Fred’s throat, yet he remained unconscious. You leaned down, placing a soft kiss to his cheek before whispering to him, “I’m sorry, Freddie. I know you’re hurting. You are so strong, love. So very strong. I love you so much.” You sat up straight at the sound of cheering just outside the castle. You and Molly made eye contact, silently wondering to each other which side was celebrating. You continued waving your wand over Fred slowly, repeating incantations as you started to feel the energy of both powerful and dark magic around you. 

Several death eaters burst into the great hall, the remaining witches and wizards now defending the injured and helpless around them. “You stay with Fred,” Molly kissed the top of your head and she ran to join the others. You continued working over your boyfriend, glancing up periodically to cast a protection bubble around the two of you every few minutes. You glanced up again, noticing Molly going toe to toe with Bellatrix. The dark witch glanced in your and Fred’s direction, tongue running along her dirty, blackened teeth. Molly then threw a curse at her, Bella deflecting it. But Molly didn’t stop, she went again and again, hitting Bellatrix with a stunning spell, then a tightening spell that caused her corset to squeeze her nearly in half. Molly finished her off with one last curse, hitting Bellatrix directly in the chest causing her to disintegrate into bits. A blood curdling scream erupted from outside the castle, followed by an eruption of cheers. 

You looked down, running your finger tips over your favorite scar across his cheek, “You hear that Freddie, I think he did it. He beat him. We won, Freddie.” Molly joined you again, followed by Arthur and Charlie. “There’s one more thing to try and wake him, but it’s going to take the four of us to make it powerful enough. Do you think you can do it, darling, do you still have the energy?” Molly was looking at you. You nodded, “Anything.” She hovered her wand over her son, you, Arthur and Charlie doing the same. “The reviving spell, on three.” Arthur counted down, “One…two…three.” You waved your wand as the four of you said it simultaneously Rennervate. You could feel the magic burst from your wand, like it was coming straight from your veins and into Fred. You all sat back, waiting to see any signs of further life. You felt a hand on your waist, trying to grasp on to the bottom of your shirt. You looked down, seeing the hand you had healed just an hour before. “Oh thank Godric,” you held his hand in yours and he squeezed back tightly. 

His eyes suddenly opened, a deep gasp escaping his throat as he went to sit up quickly. Arthur and Charlie pushed him back down, holding either shoulder, “It’s alright son, you’re alright. Just breathe. You’re still going to be in quite a bit of pain but Y/n and your mother have healed you well.” You smiled as the tears fell, you were so happy you thought you could burst. The men let Fred sit up on his elbows to glance at the scene around him. He looked at each face of his family members before stopping at yours. You grabbed his hand once more, “How do you feel, Freddie? What still hurts?” He sighed, “I mean everything kind of, but it’s a dull pain. But…I do have a question.” George kneeled down next to his twin, “Anythin’, mate, what is it? You want something to eat? Some fire whiskey to take the edge off?” Fred shook his head, you imagined a million different things he could have asked you all, but nothing could have prepared you for the gut wrenching feeling you got when he made eye-contact with you again before asking,

“W-who are you guys?”

#fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x y/n #fred weasley x you #fred weasley #george weasley #ron weasley #ginny weasley #weasley twins #battle at hogwarts #harry potter #golden era #hermione granger

[m-jelly]

Hi 🤗 Ma I ask for a vampire Levixhuman Levi ANGST love story where Levi's hurt & reader tries to save him? Happy ending please 🥺

Breaking the keeper.

Levi x fem!reader

Modern AU, vampire Levi, human reader, hurt Levi, slight angst, fluff, romance, being a couple.

Levi wants forever with you, but the Queen of the Vampires doesn't want to let Levi go or make a human a vampire. Levi is left with no choice and kills the Queen but at a price to his health. Returning to you on the cusp of death, you do everything you can to get Levi to live.

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @nbinairyn @bts-spnlvr12 @darkstarlight82 @notgoodforlife @demonic-bird

Silver burned Levi's skin as wounds failed to heal. Everything hurt in his broken and battered body. The Queen had ripped him to pieces before he held the last bit of her life in his hands. With the last bit of strength left in him, he tore her head off from her shoulders and stopped her from feeding on him.

Her head hit the floor with a loud thud and then a stomach-churning squelch from the blood and skin. Exhaustion washed over him as his skin started to become charred in places. He was in desperate need of blood otherwise he was going to die.

With the last bit of his energy, he used his speed to race home to you. It all gave out as soon as he reached your home. His broken body broke through your front door and crumbled to your floor. No matter how much he fought his body, he was tired.

As he lay there bleeding out he mumbled your name hoping you would return to him. He wanted to see you just one last time. He wanted to hold you so desperately. The love you gave him was so healing to him and he needed it more than ever.

You waved goodbye to your friend after she dropped you off. Something had felt off so you asked to be dropped off early from your shopping trip. The concern you had was correct because when you walked up to your home you saw the door was broken open, blood was all over your floor.

You moved as cautiously as possible into your home and found Levi lying on it in a pool of blood, his ski was turning to ash and he was barely breathing. You dropped your bags and ran to your heater fridge. You grabbed four bags of blood and raced back to your man.

Levi mumbled your name. "You're here."

You dropped to your knees and shifted him onto your lap. "I'm here, my darling, I'm here."

"I'm glad...I saw you...in my last...moments."

You ripped open the tab on the blood pack. "You are NOT dying on me today. You promised me forever. We're not done." You moved his head. "Now you better drink every drop of his blood and some of mine or I'll be so mad at you."

Levi flinched when he felt your tears hitting your face. "Love."

"I'm warning you!" You sniffed. "I am!"

He opened his mouth and started drinking. He gulped and sucked everything he could until the blood was gone, but he could feel it wasn't enough. He gasped and before he could speak you had shoved the next between his lips. He kept drinking until all four packs were gone and his skin was now healing.

You shifted your hair and moved Levi up to your neck. "Drink."

He opened his mouth and pierced your skin. He moaned as your blood flooded into his mouth and made him stronger by the second. He pulled back before he took it too far and gazed at you as you sniffed back tears.

You gazed at Levi and hummed. "You look like yourself again. Do you feel better?"

He studied his healing hands and sighed. "A lot better." He sat up and cracked his neck. "I'll drink more from the heater."

"Good."

He wiped your tears away. "Forgive me for scaring you and making you think I was dying. I was, but you saved me. I'm so lucky to have you in my life."

You sniffed a little before crashing your lips against his. "I love you, Levi."

"I love you so much." He tapped his forehead against yours. "The Queen is dead. We can forever be together. I will make you my vampire bride and we'll have eternity, please just wait a bit for me to heal."

You hugged Levi tightly. "I'm happy to wait. You are worth it."

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[pastanest]

Jon Snow x she/her!reader

warning: brief reference to attempted SA

part one can be found here

Yours - Part Two

Tension rose between the two hot-headed siblings as they discussed the plan for their future, where such a plan would take them. Sansa was set on starting a war with Ramsay Bolton and taking back their home, saving you in the process, but having already been aged by the ways of war, Jon stood to his feet.

“I am tired of fighting. It’s all I’ve done since I left home. I’ve killed brothers of the Night’s Watch, I’ve killed wildlings, I’ve killed men that I admire, I hanged a boy, younger than Bran! I’ve fought, and I lost.” He was exhausted, in mind, body and soul.

But when Sansa stepped toward her brother and held his gaze, she knew exactly what she needed to say.

“You have not lost, because she is still waiting for you. She will believe until the day she dies that you are coming to save her, because that is who you are to her. You’ve fought, and now you must fight for her.” 

Something flickered in Jon then, a spark that only you could ignite. “I have always fought for her.”

“Then do it once more. This time, knowing she is on the other side. If we don’t take back the north, we’ll never be safe. I want you to help me, but I’ll do it myself if I have to.” Sansa raised an eyebrow, seeing the fire in her brother’s eyes and knowing that you have succeeded, as you always have, in bringing Jon Snow back to his senses.

It was only then, Sansa chose to disclose the nature of your capture. With every detail, Jon’s blood boiled in his veins. Chained by one wrist to the leg of a bed, forced to live each day and night on the castle floor, in complete darkness, save for when Ramsay Bolton decided to pay you a visit for a regular beating. That particular comment made Jon visibly flinch, fists clenching at the thought of getting his hands on the man that thought he had any right to touch you. While Sansa tried to free you, the door to the room you were trapped in was locked and she did not have time to search for the key, you would not let her, instead you had been shouting for her to go, to escape to the Wall, to Jon. 

In that moment, Jon Snow knew he was ready to beat Ramsay Bolton to death. And that was only exacerbated by the raven he decided to send to the wall, addressed to Jon, regarding his sister and younger brother, Rickon, with disgusting threats. There was no mention of you in the letter, but Sansa assured Jon this was a good thing, because it meant Ramsay did not intend to use you as a bargain, he did not think you were important enough, so he would keep you alive as his plaything. Jon did not find that as comforting as Sansa had intended. 

Following Sansa’s advice, Jon arranged a meeting with Ramsay Bolton upon gathering his forces. By no means did they have enough men to truly beat Ramsay, but Jon was certain that he alone could blaze through an army, knowing you were on the other side of it. 

Naturally, Ramsay arrived late to their meeting, leaving Jon, Sansa, and their accompanying party of Lords and Ladies from the northern houses that had rallied behind them, waiting in the clear field that surrounded Winterfell until Ramsay Bolton approached on his horse with his own display of Lords.

Smiling at Sansa on his arrival, Ramsay addressed her first, then looked to Jon, seemingly bemused by the sight of him as he greeted him with far less respect, if that is what his greeting to his wife could be deemed as. 

“Come, bastard, you don't have the men, you don't have the horses, and you don't have Winterfell - why lead those poor souls to slaughter? There’s no need for a battle, get off your horse and kneel. I am a man of mercy”

Jon smirked at him. “You’re right, there’s no need for a battle. Thousands of men dont need to die, only one of us. Let’s end this the old way - you against me.”

And Jon so wished the bastard opposite him would be foolish enough to agree. He could be the greatest fighter in the history of Westeros, and Jon would fancy his chances, for you.

Unfortunately, Ramsay laughed at that suggestion. “I keep hearing stories about you, bastard. The way people in the North talk about you, you’re the greatest swordsman who ever walked. Maybe you are that good, maybe not. I don't know if I’d beat you, but I know that my army will beat yours. I have 6,000 men, you have, what, half that? Not even?”

Jon was thoroughly enjoyed taunting such a petulant child. “Aye, you have the numbers. Will your men want to fight for you, when they hear you wouldn't fight for them?”

Ramsay pointed to Jon, laughing. “He’s good, very good. Tell me, will you let your little brother die because you’re too proud to surrender?”

It was then, Sansa spoke up. “How do we know you have him?”

And with a nod from Ramsay, one of his men threw the severed head of Rickon’s direwolf in between their respective parties.

Trying her best not to show any kind of reaction on her face, Sansa nodded. “And what of my maid?”

Ramsay shrugged. “Well, dear wife, with you gone, I will have no choice but to turn to the others at my disposal, to…serve me.” 

It took more strength than Jon Snow had ever had to conjure up for anything, to not launch himself from his horse and tackle Ramsay from his, beating him into the earth below. With everything he had, he held onto what was at stake, what Sansa had advised him would keep him safest, and held his ground, restricting his visceral response to Ramsay’s words to the slightest clench of his own horse’s reins. “I wonder, will your men want to fight for you when they find out the only women you can keep at your side are your prisoners? A man who cannot please a woman is hardly one to inspire the heart’s of men.”

Ramsay tilted his head to the side, his ego clearly pricked by the notion of being undesirable. “Do you mean to tell me, bastard, that you broke your sacred Oath as well as deserted your post?”

At that, Jon scoffed. “No man would ask such a question, but a boy would. Killing your father does not make you a man, neither does forcing yourself upon a thousand slaves.”

Ramsay composed himself, Jon only picking up on the tiniest flash of a tantrum behind his eyes. “I have heard of your righteousness, bastard. That, I suppose, is the one thing you must have received from your father, and look where it got him.”

Oh, Jon Snow knew he was going to enjoy dragging out Ramsay Bolton’s death for as long as possible. 

For the rest of the day, following the conclusion of their meeting, Jon’s mind was spinning with the threats Ramsay Bolton had made against you and your virtue. He hoped to the Gods he had not given himself away in his fists clenched the reigns of his horse, but that was the most he could do to conceal the fury that raged within him. Even during the continued discussions of the battle plan he had formed with his men, thoughts of you tugged at the back of Jon’s mind constantly. Having once again butted heads with Sansa, she began to take her leave from the tent Jon was situated in.

Turning to face him one last time, she held his gaze. “If Ramsay wins, I'm not going back there alive. Do you understand me?”

Jon’s heart sank in his chest, immediately understanding what she was insinuating. “I won't ever let him touch you, or (Y/N), again. I’ll protect you both, I promise.”

In her angered, traumatized state, Sansa seemed almost offended at such a sincere promise. “No one can protect me. No one can protect anyone.”

He dared not argue with her, but he knew that she was wrong. Jon would protect her, and you, even if it killed him. To die for someone he loved would be a better demise than his first. 

That night, Jon Snow laid in the bed of his tent and stared up at the ceiling. He knew he needed the rest, but could not quiet his mind in the wake of what the dawn would bring. A war like none he had ever faced, with you on the other side. Reaching into the shirt pocket that sat directly above his heart, Jon retrieved the folded, aged piece of parchment that was worn and faded by the countless instances of him rereading it. Huffing beside his bed, Ghost nudged the back of Jon’s hand, bringing a soft smile back to his face as he tore his gaze from the page. 

“We’ll get her back, Ghost, we have to.” He whispered, and Ghost breathed deeply in response, agreeing in his own way.

Following suit, Jon took a deep breath of his own and closed his eyes, folding the parchment back into a neat square and slotting it back into his pocket, feeling a piece of him returning as he did. He envisioned himself as the boy he once was, lying in the godswood, under the weirwood tree, with his head on your lap as you ran your fingers through his hair. If he focussed hard enough, he could almost feel your fingertips against his scalp. That was the only sensation that could bring rest to his racing mind, on the eve of war.

The next morning, the sun rose high, illuminating the field of battle as Jon rode his men to their frontline. Seeing the army that stood between himself and you, Jon began to doubt whether he really could make it to the other side. That was, until a raven flew from one side of the field to the other. Upon one of the wildlings shooting it down, Jon was handed a small scroll of parchment tied with a torn black cord, a slightly crooked sword charm hanging from it, and a strand of your hair that fell with a wind that slowed time to a stop as Jon untied it with trembling hands. Seeing red, his eyes scanned the page, the words that were written on it, and the heart that he firmly believed still resided with you dropped to the field below him.

“She screamed terribly for you when I tried to take this from her. The bastard’s common whore screamed loudest for me, in the end. But fear not, she won’t be making a sound like that again, or any other for that matter. 

I’ll let you watch her rot, if you like. 

Come and see.”

The parchment fell from Jon Snow’s shaking fists, landing on the ground atop the hair that Ramsay Bolton had ripped from your head, but the necklace stayed clenched in Jon’s fist. It couldn’t be true, he told himself, he would feel it if you were no longer there, if you were not waiting for him anymore. As hard as it hammered in his chest, his heart felt the same way it did before, that it was not truly with him. It would have returned to him, were you not there to take care of it anymore, he thought. But deep within his soul, Jon knew that his heart would stay with you long after yours had stopped beating, for his heart had been with you when it had stopped beating in his own body. He truly believed that you were what had brought him back to this life in that sense. What would be the purpose in bringing his greatest motivation for winning such a battle, leading him to the field of war and then taking you from him. It did not make sense, Jon thought, and used that to rationalize to himself that Ramsay Bolton was simply lying for the sake of distracting him. Little did Ramsay know, Jon’s mind was solely on you regardless of such a threat.

And as he unclenched his fists to tie the black cord at the back of his neck, icy gaze fixed on the form he recognised on the opposite side of the field, Jon Snow knew that he would make it through any number of men to punish the one that dared to take a single hair from your head.

The short lived hope of being able to save his younger brother, Rickon, only set Jon’s resolve further into stone. Through a sea of arrows, Jon Snow rode his horse until he was thrown from it, and then he stood. Arrows at his feet that stuck upright, having failed in harming him in a way that reassured him the Gods were on his side once more. And as he faced the army that charged towards him, a single man serving as the front line, Jon’s life flashed before his eyes. He saw your smile, and over the sound of horses and men, he heard your laugh, your call of his name. For the briefest moment, Jon swore he could see you standing at one of the windows of Winterfell in the distance, but the version of you remembered so fondly was years younger than the one that he was here to save. The emotional weight of the sword charm at his chest and your first letter to him folded in the pocket over his heart, made it difficult for him to breathe, and he knew that this was it. Nodding to himself, he unclasped the belt of his sword and unsheathed it, standing to face the wall of men that charged for him, knowing that regardless of whether Ramsay Bolton was telling the truth, you were still on the other side. If Jon Snow could not save you, he would still fight for the right to rescue what was left of you and ensure you were laid to rest in the way you deserved, with his journey’s end being at your side when this was all over. The fury with which he would fight for you was unchanged, because it was still you he was fighting for, it would always be you.

And he fought harder than he had ever fought in his life, ending more lives than he could count without any regard for the men they were, whether he had known them once. If they were standing on the path that led to you, Jon Snow did not know them anymore.

Before long, the bodies had formed a wall at his rear and a living blockade of flayed-man banners at every other side began closing in on Jon and the men that had followed him into battle. His mind raced, every step and every swing of his sword accompanied by the mantra of your name, his very reason for being. For a fraction of a second, suffocating beneath the weight of his own army, he wondered if dying for you then was the best outcome, if you truly were not waiting for him in the land of the living, it would be his one means of returning to you at long last. 

And then, the Eyrie’s horn sounded, with Sansa watching on from afar as they rode into battle for her, for you, for Winterfell. Many had told her the field of battle was no place for a woman, but Sansa would never sit back and let Jon fight for you on his own. She said she would finish this herself if she had to, and she did.

Bursting free from the trap that had been set by the enemy, with WunWun the giant on his left and his dear friend Tormund on his right, Jon Snow charged the field on foot with one deserter in his sights.

At the gates of Winterfell, WunWun took arrow after arrow, but crashed through the only barrier remaining between Jon and his home. Defeated and exhausted, the giant collapsed to his knees with a mighty yell, sharing a long glance with Jon at his side before falling forward. Wildlings rushed to surround him, protecting the giant from any further harm, and the blood soaked Snow stood before his greatest enemy.

“You suggested one-on-one combat, didnt you? I’ve reconsidered! I think that sounds like a wonderful idea.” Ramsay taunted, readying his bow.

And Jon lunged for a shield on the ground, raising it just in time to take the impact of the first arrow Ramsey fired, then the second and the third. None dared to break Jon’s stride before he reached Ramsay and slammed the shield into him, knocking him to the ground. Like a feral animal, Jon Snow jumped on him, the fury of an ancient dragon awaking from an age-old sleep burning in his veins, vision crimson with rage, knowing nothing except for your name, again and again and again, with every crunch of his fists against the red of Ramsay’s face.

It was only when Jon glanced up at Sansa that he was able to regain some composure, his chest heaving as he rose to his feet and stood over the sputtering Bolton bastard.

“You will never touch my sister again. And if you have harmed (Y/N) in the same way, if you have done her any disservice, if there is a fingerprint of yours on her, I’ll know, and I will relive the joy of your death in every dream I have for the rest of my days.” Jon Snow seethed, the flayed-man banner falling from the walls of Winterfell as its children finally returned home.

Running to his side, Ghost began licking at Jon’s palm, and Jon turned to him, crouching down and staring into the direwolf’s eyes.

“Find her, Ghost, take me to her.” He pleaded, not truly understanding how much his companion could comprehend, but knowing the second the beast took off inside the castle that Ghost understood exactly what had been asked of him.

With the spark of you reignited within him, Jon hurried after the white, blood spattered direwolf, your voice in his head calling out to him, growing more urgent with each whisper.

In the darkness of your cell, you rock yourself, your arms wrapped around your knees, attempting to tune out the noise from beyond the confinement of your cage. A large thud against the door sends a shock through your shivering form and you suck in a sharp breath, squeezing your eyes shut and focussing on the first memory you can grab at, deep in your subconscious. 

“It was only a dream, (Y/N), it’s alright.” Jon’s hushed whisper reaches you, both so much younger than you are now.

“The fire, it was so-” Your younger voice was panicked, sobs catching in your throat as Jon’s arms squeezed you.

“You are safe, I promise. I’ve got you.” 

Another thud at your prison door pulls you back to the present and you shake your head rapidly, desperate to lock yourself away in the memory of being in your best friend’s arms again, the safest place in the world that you had come to know. If you focus hard enough, you can almost feel them around you. Almost hear his soft voice in your ears, comforting you, lulling you back to sleep. 

A final thud against the door sends burning light into the room and you squeeze your eyes shut harder, shaking your head and burying your face in your knees.

“It’ll pass, it’ll pass, it’ll pass.” You whimper to yourself, over and over again in an attempt to reassure yourself.

Large hands on your shoulders cause you to snap your head up, eyes wide and wild with fear and anger, but no tears blur them, you refuse to give him the satisfaction.

“LET GO OF ME, GET AWAY!” You scream, trying to back away from him, but already having your back to the wall beside the leg of the bed that you are chained to.

The hands leave your shoulders and raise in surrender, either side of a blurry, bloody face that your terrified eyes can’t yet focus on. 

“(Y/N), (Y/N), it’s me, look at me, it’s your Jon.” A familiar voice reaches your ears, and your wild mind halts to a sudden stop, the fog clearing and allowing you to see the face before you.

Jon watches your rigid, frightened expression falter, before it softens completely, his fractured heart at seeing you so afraid, healing at the recognition now in your eyes.

Very slowly, he takes ahold of your hands and brings them to his blood spattered face, gently holding them there and staring into your eyes.

“It’s your Jon, it’ll always be your Jon.” He tells you, relief flooding through him at being able to say such a thing to you, alive and safe again. 

And after everything, after the countless days and nights spent surviving in darkness, locking yourself away in memories to avoid being mentally present in the regular acts of torture you were forced to endure, only when holding Jon Snow’s face in your hands and knowing you are truly safe, do you finally let the tears you’ve been burying fill your eyes. 

Without sparing a second, Jon shuffles forwards and pulls you onto his lap, wrapping his arms around you and softly shushing you as you sob into his chest. Covering your ears to shield them, not wanting to scare you, Jon yells out for someone, a ginger haired wildling running into the room with wide eyes at the sight of his friend, reunited with the love he had only heard him mention in moments when it wasn’t too painful for him to do so. With a nod, Tormund leaves the room and passes the order given to him by Jon amongst the wildlings, and between them they turn Winterfell on its head in search of the key for your chain. 

For the time it takes them to find it, you stay safely nestled in Jon’s arms, cries slowing to a stop, allowing you to listen to his heartbeat, a sound that you had not realized just how much you had missed. 

“D-Did…” You sigh, humiliated by your loss of ability to talk after being silent or screaming in an act of survival for so long. Jon squeezes your form gently in his arms, encouraging you to try again, he’ll wait, he’ll wait forever if he has to. Taking a deep breath, you clear your throat.

“Did you kill him?”

Jon takes a moment to reply. “Very nearly. Had Sansa not stopped me, I think I would have broken every knuckle I’ve got before I could have stopped myself.” He pauses. “The two of you should decide what to do with him, but you don’t need to worry about that now.”

Removing his arms from you briefly, Jon moves his hands to the back of his neck to untie the necklace. At the loss of contact, you lift your head from his chest to meet his eyes, and upon him opening his hand out to show you the necklace that had been so cruelly taken from you, you gasp, holding the base of your neck where it had previously resided. Turning away from Jon, he smiles softly and moves the necklace to your front, carefully tying it at the back of your neck. Feeling it back in place, you breathe deeply and settle back into Jon’s arms.

“That was all he took from me, you know.” 

Jon frowns. “What do you mean?”

“He tried to take more, but I bit him through his trousers, so he has been…out of commission, shall we say, ever since.” The subtle tone in your voice is one Jon is so certain he recognises as smug.

Kissing your temple, he can’t wipe the smile from his face. “I am sorry that you had to do such a thing, but I am so proud of you, all the same.”

Sansa enters the room then, Ghost at her side and key in hand. She gasps at the sight of you, running to you and falling to her knees. Taking ahold of your hand and passing the key to Jon, she closes her eyes in a pained blink.

“I am so, so sorry that I left you here, (Y/N). Can you ever forgive me?” Her eyes open then, searching yours and seeing only a smile on your face.

Freeing your other wrist from the chain it had been confined in, you twist and stretch it before placing your other hand over hers.

“There’s nothing to apologize for and nothing to forgive.”

Sansa shares a look with Jon, both of them with knowing smiles, as those had been his very words when Sansa had been apologizing for her treatment of him as a child when she had not long arrived at the Wall.

“You really are the best of us, (Y/N).” Sansa chuckles in disbelief. “It’s about time we got you cleaned up and out of those rags, too. I’m sure Jon will see to that, and I’ll get a room ready for the two of you.” With a teasing smile, she rises to her feet and all but floats out of the room, leaving you and Jon with flushed faces.

Busying yourself with greeting Ghost and rubbing behind his ears, you try your hardest to distract yourself from the butterflies that have burst to life in your stomach after so many years of dormancy. 

Clearing his throat, Jon taps your leg. “She’s right, y’know, we’d best get you cleaned up. There’s someone I’d like you to meet, when you feel up to it.”

Raising an eyebrow at him, you shakily bring yourself to stand, Jon’s hands holding your waist to keep you steady. “Who?”

At that, Jon Snow gives you the first dazzling smile that you have seen in Gods only know how long. “All in good time, my Lady.”

In your attempts to take your first steps on wobbling legs, Jon swallows the lump that forms in his throat, seeing the strong person that he adores more than any other, reduced to such physical weakness. If his hands were not on your waist, they would be returning to Ramsay’s face in several more punches for good measure.

Sensing your frustration and embarrassment at your own lack of mobility, Jon doesn’t hesitate to swing you up into his arms, carrying you like the bride he had always wished was his. 

“I take it I don’t have to ask you to retract the bedding ceremony from our marriage at this time?” You tease in reference to the thought that the two of you share in being carried through the castle in such a way, bringing a laugh from Jon that he feels he hasn’t heard from himself in as long as you have.

“Even in more ideal circumstances, I’d never let that happen. Wouldn’t be right to break a man’s jaw on our wedding night.” He says, eyes never leading yours as he traverses the winding staircases of the castle he has not ventured since he was a boy, but are etched in his memory regardless.

Giggling and patting his chest, you shake your heard bashfully. “Good to know the Night’s Watch didn’t remove your chivalry, Lord Jon.” You gasp. “Gods! That really is your title now, as Lord Commander, isn’t it?”

Having not had a smile on his face for this length of time in many years, Jon feels an ache forming in the corners of his mouth, but doesn’t care at all. “Aye, I was, for a time, but my watch has ended.”

It’s then, a confused frown that Jon remembers well returns to your face, years older than he had last seen it, but no less endearing to him. “But...your watch only ends as a dead man?”

Jon nods as he descends the final staircase and kicks an all too familiar door open. “It’s a long story, one for another time.”

You want to question him further, but when your peripheral vision registers where Jon has carried you, you turn your head to look around, your jaw dropping.

Though the room is dark, you recognise every corner enshrouded in the shadows. The large and ancient communal bath that sits atop the hot spring that is Winterfell’s source of heated water, that none use in favor of their own personal baths, but had been your preferred method of cleanliness ever since you and Jon had discovered the dark and “secret” room when you were children. Placing you back on your feet gently, one of his hands on your waist and the other cradling your elbow to steady you, Jon’s gaze stays locked on your expression at his side, remembering this place with as much fondness as you do. 

“This is about to be a bath for the ages. I will stay in this water for a week, at least, ‘til I am but a shriveled prune and you will have no choice but to drag me out against my will.” You tell him, tone so serious and words so humorous they pull another hearty laugh from Jon.

“We’d best get that week-long-bath started, then. I shan’t keep you and your heart’s true desire apart any longer.” He plays along, making you smile as you step in front of him, nodding to yourself.

Taking his cue, Jon lets go of you and turns around, expecting to give you the privacy to strip free of the filthy rags you have been kept in and stepping into the water to conceal yourself, until he hears you hiss in pain.

“Jon, I…I don’t intend to make you uncomfortable, but I do not think I can take this off without help.” You admit, embarrassed for too many reasons to list. 

“It would cause me no discomfort at all, but are you certain you are comfortable with me…assisting you?” Jon asks in a soft voice, careful with his choice of words.

“Of course. You could never make me uncomfortable, Jon.” You respond without delay.

Needing no further instruction, Jon Snow takes a deep breath and turns around. With your back to him, you raise your arms and wait for trembling hands to lift the hem of your dress - if you could call a ripped potato sack such a thing - up and over your head. Dropping the fabric to the floor, Jon immediately turns around again, face burning.

“Thank you.” Your voice is meak, filled with shame over your true love seeing you bare for the first time, filthy, bloody and bruised.

All the while, Jon Snow is trying to remember how to breathe while the mental image of your naked form imprints itself into his flailing mind. The dirt had not even crossed his mind. Your injuries, of course, brought him sadness and anger, but the triumphant emotion was one he is not willing to admit, even to himself.

Taking slow and careful steps, you reach the water’s edge and lower yourself to sit on it, slipping your legs into the water and breathing a sigh of relief as the heat envelopes you immediately, inviting you in until your body is completely submerged and at peace. Every ache within your beaten body is soothed and you are quick to scrub the dirt from yourself, to be clean of your days caged and the memories that clung to your skin like the dried blood of your wounds. 

Hearing the gentle slosh of the water, Jon settles as he realizes you are no longer standing behind him. Standing up straight, he fixes his gaze on the closed door and decides that he will keep watch. As you raise your head from the water, you see his silhouette standing at the door and smile, unable to withdraw the connection your mind makes between this picture and the one you saw so many times as a girl, of a much younger Jon Snow standing as he is now, shorter then, but just as determined to keep watch while you were vulnerable in the water. 

“Y’know, you could do with a wash, yourself.” You note aloud.

Jon chuckles airily. “Aye, you’re probably right.”

Smirking in advance of your devious plan to make Jon blush again, you glide over to the edge of the water and rest your arms on the cold stone. “Join me then.”

And you watch in absolute glee as Jon’s form turns rigid at your suggestion. He does not answer.

“Jon?” You call in a singsong voice.

He clears his throat. “Hm?”

“As grotesque as my body is in its current state, I did not imagine you would ever reject an offer to join me?” You tease, only half joking.

Jon’s reaction is visceral. In a second, he is standing over you with a harsh frown, having had no thought in the effect the sight of you below him in such a way would have on him, too focussed on his emotional response to the ridiculousness in what you had said.

“I cannot even bring myself to say such a word in association to you, the thought alone would be criminal. Do not allow yourself to think that I could see you as anything less than the most beautiful person to ever exist, as you have always been and will always be to me.” 

You have never heard Jon so serious in all your life. His words and the sincerity with which they are spoken renders you speechless for a moment as you stare up at him. 

“Won’t you let me share such a view, of you, then?” You ask, voice barely above a whisper.

And after a moment’s eternity of silence, as though practicing some ancient dance, the two of you step apart from each other and turn your backs, neither of you able to face the tension a moment longer.

The sound of Jon’s armor hitting the stone floor sends goosebumps erupting across the tops of your shoulders that peak above the water, your heartbeats ringing in your ears almost in unison. Even when you hear the splash of his body entering the water, you do not dare turn to face him. As quickly as he can, he fully submerges himself in the water and scrubs the blood and dirt from a battle won. Then, Jon Snow stands, slowly wading through the water until he stands behind you. It is your turn to take a deep breath as you turn to face him, your eyes drinking in the sight of his clean face, the scars on his chest sitting distorted beneath the water, and to take his mind away from the pain of what you assume are his battlescars, your hands lift from the water to trace the line of his beard with an admiring smile. 

“I always knew you’d suit a beard.” You compliment him, easing his nerves as he laughs, gracing you with another charming smile.

Your hands continue their journey around the back of his neck, feeling the wet, inky curls of his hair there and sighing deeply.

“Truly, you have the best hair in the seven kingdoms.”

And Jon laughs the hardest he has in longer than he can remember, throwing his head back and shaking it as though emphasizing the hair that you have never failed to shower in praise, making you laugh with him.

Taking ahold of your hands at the back of his neck, Jon brings them to his lips and places feathery light kisses against your knuckles, holding your gaze. 

“I have missed you more than words can say.” He whispers. 

You raise an eyebrow at him. “Is that your excuse for not writing me any, then?”

Jon sighs, closing his eyes and hanging his head in shame. “I am so sorry.”

Chuckling, you lift his chin with your finger until you can see into his eyes again. “Considering you won a battle for me today, I think I can forgive you for not having time to read my letters.”

Jon smiles at you gratefully. “I read them all before coming to get you, I swear it.”

“And I believe you, as I always have. I believed you’d read them, I believed you would rescue me, and both rang true in the end. It seems my faith is safe.” You beam up at him.

“Your faith in what?” He questions.

“My Jon.” You tell him, like it’s the most obvious answer in the world, and the moment he hears it, he agrees that it is. 

Unable to resist you a moment longer, Jon’s arms wrap around your waist and pull your body flush against his, lips falling on yours in a kiss softer than a summer breeze. Briefly, he falters, wondering if perhaps he has acted on his instincts far too soon, but then he feels your fingers running through his curls, pulling him into a deeper kiss than he had assumed you would be ready for, but you have been waiting far too long for this. 

Only when the two of you recall the human need to breathe do you have the strength to pull away from each other. But Jon’s lips chase after you, leaving a trail of kisses from the corners of your mouth to your chin, your cheeks, your temples, your neck, with pleading whispers in between.

“Will you be mine, my wife- my queen, should the north call for a king? I cannot lose you again, I cannot deny myself the dream of us anymore.”

And in equally flustered, desperate whispers, you answer. “Yes to all and yes to any. I have always been yours, Jon.”

For a time, it feels like the two of you are the only people in existence, the world having stopped around you, the Gods having paused time to allow you to hold each other for your own eternity. It is not the time for love beyond a passionate kiss, both of your bodies need to heal and rest after the battles you have fought and won, together, to get back to each other. To simply hold each other, after so many years apart, is the greatest joy either of you can ask for.

But, time cannot be slowed forever. Soon enough, there is a knock at the door of the bath and in a wild panic that has you in fits of giggles, Jon scrambles from the water and grabs his armor, holding it over himself to answer the door to the young squire that has kindly delivered fresh clothes and towels for the two of you to dry yourselves with. Nodding and thanking the squire, Jon takes the pile from him and closes the door, turning back to face you with a sheepish expression and only seeing the humor in it when he finds you wheezing against the side of the bath.

Once dry and dressed, the two of you make your way to the door, pinky fingers intertwined between you out of habit. Until your boot steps on something that does not sound like the stone floor and you frown, bending down to pick up a folded piece of parchment, worn at the edges and ink fading in the handwriting that you recognise to be your own as you unfold it. Turning to face Jon, you meet his gaze and know you do not need to say anything as you fold the parchment back into the neat square in which you had found it and slot it the pocket of his new,  clean shirt. Holding your hand over it, you lean up to kiss his cheek and, intertwining your pinky fingers again, you ascend the stairs together and step out into the courtyard of Winterfell. There, your eyes immediately lock onto the sight of the immense form of the hunched over giant, sitting against one of the stone walls as some wildlings watch over him. The child within you gasps, your hands covering your mouth in delight as you look between Jon and the giant frantically.

Laughing endearingly at you, Jon gestures to the giant and walks you over to him. “(Y/N), I’d like you to meet Wun Wun.”

Unable to tear your gaze from the giant, you approach him slowly. “Hello, Wun Wun, it’s…it’s been a dream of mine to meet someone like you, ever since I was a little girl.” Looking over him and his injuries, tears immediately sting your eyes. “I am so sorry that you got hurt, are you in pain? I can fetch you some milk of the poppy, if you like? Or fix up some stew for you?”

Wun Wun watches you with a frown that seems to be etched into his features, curious of you. Taking a few seconds, the giant processes what you have said, looks to Jon and then back to you.

“Snow princess.” His voice is like a tumbling boulder, thunderous and without the human pitch-difference that is associated with asking a question, but Jon understands what he is asking.

“(Y/N) would be my queen.” Jon clarifies, and Wun Wun blinks slowly.

“Snow Queen.” He attempts to maneuver his large form, but roars in protest at his own injuries.

Raising your arms, you attempt to stop him. “Please, don’t hurt yourself further!”

Jon remembers how Wun Wun had acted towards the Princess Shireen and takes a step forward. “You don’t need to kneel to us, Wun Wun, you are our friend, our equal. You bow to no-one, not anymore.”

Your eyes widen in realization of what the giant had been trying to do as he slumps back down with a large thud against the ground. 

Breathing deeply, Wun Wun looks at you. “Snow Queen.” He looks at Jon. “Snow.” Then lifts an arm and loosely gestures to both of you. “Friend.”

Jon scoffs playfully. “So (Y/N) is Queen, but I am just Snow?”

You grin at the giant, who acknowledges your expression with a thunderous laugh that is so loud it would hurt your ears, were you not enamored by the creature it comes from. 

“If she is not my queen, who’s queen is she?” Jon asks, bemused and hoping to catch out the giant, who considers the question for only a second before responding.

“Wun. Weg. Wun Dar Wun’s.” And despite how long it takes the giant to speak his full name, the impact of his own punchline hits just as hard, sending you into another wheezing fit of laughter while Jon shakes his head in disbelief. 

“Well, it seems both Wun Wun and I are yours, now.” Jon throws up his hands in dramatic surrender, causing you to laugh harder, the giant smiling at you fondly and Jon watching you with an adoring gaze, so relieved to see you relaxed and safe enough to laugh again.

When Jon asks you if you feel ready to eat, you nod, but request that you eat together, with Wun Wun, to ensure he eats and gains some energy to help his body heal, too. Naturally, Jon does not deny you of the endearing request and the two of you return to the giant with your own bowls of fresh stew and an extra large one for your new best friend. The three of you sit and talk, taking time to listen to Wun Wun’s responses, which take a lot longer than general conversations with a human would, but you don’t mind one bit. With every word he speaks, you are utterly mesmerized, having already pinned the creature as every bit as incredible as the giants from your favorite tales as a child. 

Though it is not late in the evening by the time you finish your supper, you are too exhausted from the events of the day to stay awake much longer. Having not walked around for any length of time in so long, your limbs are too weak to stand on your own again, Jon having to help you back to your feet with an arm around your waist.

Waving to Wun Wun, you give him a tired smile. 

“Goodnight Wun Weg Wun Dar Wun, I wish you pleasant dreams.” 

The giant gives you a smile that Jon has not seen him give anyone else. “Friend. Sleep good.”

With that, Jon begins leading you back into the warmth of the castle, walking you along the path to what had been his bedroom as a boy, without thinking of what the room could be now, his direwolf trailing behind the two of you. Thankfully, it seems that Sansa was thoughtful in the room she requested be prepared for you all, as Jon’s old bedroom door is open, displaying the candlelit room and the freshly made bed. The two of you share a chuckle in disbelief as you enter the room, Ghost instantly finding a patch of rug on the ground to curl up on and Jon walking you over to the bed to sit down on it before he leaves you to close the door and draw the curtains. 

Falling against the mattress, you groan. 

“I think this ordeal has aged me 20 years and perhaps it is time we retire. I could finally let Sansa teach me to sew and you could herd sheep with Ghost, what do you think?” 

At the mention of his name and in confusion at your suggestion, Ghost lifts and tilts his head to the side.

Jon laughs as he joins you, landing on his back beside you, the mattress bouncing slightly beneath you. “I think that sounds like a wonderful plan. Only, I’m afraid, my Lady, there is another war to be fought.”

You turn your head to face him, seeing the simultaneous amusement and seriousness playing in his eyes. “Surely, you jest. Against who?”

Jon sighs. “An ever growing army of the dead, unfortunately.”

Throwing your arms up and against the mattress above your head in a dramatic display of defeat, you scoff. “But of course! Winter is coming, I should have known.”

Jon smiles at you, having never felt so at ease when discussing the threat that looms over the entire world as he knows it and marveling at the wonder that is you. “Aye, but for now-” He stands to his feet, swings you up in his arms, kicks the bedcover from the mattress and lays you down on the sheet. “-we are free to rest.”

Shuffling to remove your boots and watching as Jon removes his to nudge them under the bed, you use the last of your strength to move over and allow space for him to slide in beside you. 

Turning to face each other, you snuggle beneath the bedcovers and share a smile, like the giddy teenagers that had been lost in your memories until now. 

“When is the wedding due, then, dear almost-husband?” You ask, amused but genuinely curious as to when the two of you will have the chance to arrange such an event.

“Whenever you like, dear almost-lady-wife.” Jon laughs airily, taking hold of your hands beneath the covers and staring into your eyes. “How do you feel?”

You take a deep breath, knowing that the time to set aside your humor would come soon enough. “It is…difficult to put into words. Deliriously happy to be with you and Sansa, to have our home back and to be safe again, of course, but there is still a dark cloud that looms over me and I cannot ignore it. At any moment, I feel as though the rain could start to pour and I could drown in it, lose myself to the fear. In truth, the thought of trying to sleep is terrifying.” 

Jon nods slowly, understanding you completely, as he always has. “However dark that cloud gets, however hard the rain falls and however scared you are to sleep, I will be here. To show you the sun again, shield you from the rain and guard you through your dreams, I will be right here, and I will never leave you again. I swear it, by the old Gods and the new.”

Tears threaten to blur the perfect vision of the candlelit Jon Snow, but you are quick to blink them away, removing your hands from his to run your fingers through his hair and pull him closer, until his forehead rests against yours. “And in return, I swear to protect you from whatever horrid memories plague you from the time when we have been apart, to hold you through them and remind you that no matter what, you are a good man, the best man, and the man that I love more than anything.”

Closing his eyes, Jon Snow takes a deep breath, and you do the same, sharing the silence and darkness in a peace that neither of you ever thought you would find again. 

“Can it be that this night, I’ll dream of you and wake to find you here?” You whisper.

Jon sniffles, having not let his relief and love for you truly overwhelm him until now. “Aye, this night and every night thereafter.” 

Gently tracing the line of his jaw with your thumb, you lean forward to close the space between your lips. “To be yours is to live nothing but a dream, Jon Snow.”

And for the second time since reconnecting to the rest of his soul, Jon Snow loses himself to you, falling into you and cradling every part of you with such care, having craved every second of these moments with you that he never thought he could have beyond the land of dreams. The two of you had lived separate lives for long enough, the Gods had no choice but to force you back to each other in an act of fate that defied everything Jon thought he could believe in, except for you. Every foe he fought, every task he took on, his first thought would be that in some distant way, he would be saving you from something, because he would be doing so from the frontline of your heart. To be yours was the only victory he truly felt. 

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A Gun Amongst Daggers - Jake “Hangman” Seresin X Fem!Navy Seal Reader

Part 16: Mark My Words

Summary: When Jake meets a woman at the Hard Deck, the last thing he expects is for her to be a Navy Seal. And not just any Seal, the Commander of Seal Team 3. She’s beautiful, smart, dangerous, and everything about her just makes him want to get close. Her name? Bear. When the Seals need backup, Cyclone puts the Daggers on their radar and now, Jake has to work with Bear and her team, all the while trying to stay professional. Can he do it? Or will he end up falling for the Navy sniper and mission Commander?

Image warning for Blood

*Image is, once again, not mine*

A/N: Chapter title borrowed from Faouzia’s song This Mountain

MINORS DO NOT ENGAGE! 18+ ONLY. MINORS & BLOGS WITH NO AGE/EMPTY BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED.

Warnings: blood, descriptions of death, death threats, discussion of wounds, mention of stitches, passing out, mentions of torture, discussion of infection, killing, basically a lot of death/death adjacent stuff. If I missed something, please let me know.

A/N: This is another minors fuck off chapter. I will block anyone under 18 who interacts with this chapter given the nature of the material. I don’t care if you watch gory movies on the weekend, this is some murdery content. Thank you :)

Word Count: 6.3k

Masterlist >> Part 15 >> Part 17

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Bear waited until the lone man arrived to bring her food and water to put her plan into action. She would eat the meager food they brought her, drink the water, and slowly psych herself up for the fight that was going to come. The fight that she would bring to them. Sure she was the first and only Navy Seal to ever be captured, but they would remember her as the one who came back looking like she’d dragged every last devil back through Hell with her.

She clutched the key in her hand, waiting for her moment. It came minutes later when the man came back to cuff her again. Bear didn’t let him get that far. The minute he got close enough to her, Bear pulled herself up. Her hands found purchase against the chains holding her inches off the ground and she pulled. Hard. Her muscles screamed as she forced herself up into the air, her thighs wrapping around his head and she squeezed tightly.

He thrashed, clawing at her legs as he fought desperately for breath, but Bear was determined. She clenched the muscles tighter, forcing the air he craved to remain trapped in his throat as he struggled against her grip. Bear’s body was begging her to stop, to let him go, but her will was stronger than the pain flaring in her mind and she held him there until the insurgent slumped against her leg unconscious.

A soft thump was the only noise that came from her cell as she let his body drop to the floor. Lowering her legs sent fire through her nerves and Bear had to do so in intervals as she tried not to cry out from the toll her body was unwillingly paying.

The key. This was her next move. Bear’s mind was solely focused on getting free. Nothing else mattered right now. It was like her movements had been listed down: Lower legs. Catch breath. Unlock cuffs. Get Amir. Get out. That list echoed in her head in the same tattoo of her heart beat in her ears. This was it.

Her arm moved stiltedly, stiff from her lack of movement and aching from her feat of strength not moments ago, but Bear grit her teeth and carefully brought the key close to the lock on the other cuff.

But it fumbled in her palms and Bear swore silently. Dropping that key would be a death sentence for not just her, but also Amir. That little boy risked his life for her and she would not do him a disservice and die before she got him out. Slowing a little, she tried again, this time she was successful in unlocking the cuff, sliding to the floor as the chains clinked above her seated form

Everything hurt. Her body, her mind, and everything in between. Even breathing deeply pulled at barely-formed scabs over her ribs and abdomen, but if Bear had been able to block out the savagery that had to endure for her to be wounded in this way, then she could do her best to dull the pain. She could worry about it later, when she was safe or when she was dead. Either way, Bear had nothing left to lose and everything, her freedom included, to gain.

Glancing to her left, Bear’s eyes fell upon the unconscious man who lay silently in the same lump he’d fallen into. He was an immediate priority; if she left him, he could and would alert the others to her escape, but if she killed him now, her disappearance would be safe for a little longer.

The choice was easy. He would die quietly.

Bear reached for him, ignoring the cuts tearing open as she did so, and pulled his unconscious form closer to where she sat. Two hands found his jaw and a sharp and sudden twist led to a sickening crack filling the air as Bear snapped his neck. As she sat there, she knew deep down that this would be the only body that fell without a fight. Without blood, without the screams and cries of dying men that had haunted her every waking step since she had first enlisted.

“Come on. This is to go home, to see Jake and the others again,” she muttered to herself, swiping a grimy and bloodied hand over her face. “Don’t give them a reason to doubt you.” A few deep breaths later, Bear felt her heart slow down, bringing herself back down into the calm that she had always attributed to her helmet. This time, there was no safety net, just her and the men who wanted her dead. “Come on Bear. You got out before. You can do it again.”

She glanced at her feet, catching sight of her bare toes against the concrete floor and groaned. She’d forgotten that the laces had been taken from her after she had escaped momentarily weeks earlier. A wry chuckle escaped her lips as Bear remembered how the man she attacked had screamed as she leapt atop him, strangling him with the bootlace. It hadn’t been the smartest choice in hindsight but it had proved that her will to fight was still intact.

Back to the boots. Bear’s eyes fell upon the form of the man she’d just killed, particularly the boots on his feet. They’d be big, but they were better than nothing.

She had to move quickly now. Someone would notice that the man hadn’t returned and she’d be killed on sight if they caught her over his body. Well they’d kill her regardless, but Bear really didn’t feel like going down this soon.

Bracing her hand against the wall, Bear made to stand up, but she was so overcome with dizziness as she did that it sent her staggering back into the wall, a hand thrown over her eyes to block out the starbursts that exploded in her vision field. She’d passed out enough times to recognize the feeling; her stomach lurching, the sudden headache, and the tunnel vision had all plagued her numerous times. Yet she knew she had to move now. Adrenaline would combat this feeling, erase it like it was never there.

So she took a step off the wall, hand clenched around the knife she’d pulled from her dead captor and crept out the open door, sticking close to the corridor walls. Her heart pounded in her chest, nearly deafening as she slowly wandered through the compound, slipping closer and closer to freedom. Bear hadn’t made it far before a shout sounded down the hall. Someone had discovered her absence, the dead body and now her timeline had been shortened far faster than she had anticipated. “Fuck. Goddamn fuckers couldn’t be lazy for once?”

Her curses were cut short as footsteps raced closer to where she stood and Bear ducked around a corner, praying that he wouldn’t turn. His boots slammed against the concrete floor and despite her hopes, he turned the corner.

Bear pounced once he’d passed her, fists finding homes in his flank. He stumbled, his hand fumbling for his gun as he turned to face Bear. Two quick kicks to his knees had him screaming in pain as the sound of cracking bones filled the narrow hallway. She watched him fall, snatching the gun from him before landing another kick to his chest. Bear stood over him, chest heaving as she leveled the gun at his head. A single shot that echoed loudly was all it took to paint the floor and lower walls with blood and flesh.

She had caught him completely by surprise, rendered him unable to fight back in moments and killed him before he could become aware of what was happening. He hadn’t been able to land a single blow, and how could he? Bear fought with everything she had because she had nothing left to lose. That little detail made her dangerous, far more dangerous than any of her captors could imagine.

But she couldn’t dwell on this fact now, she had to move quickly. The gunshot’s echo had alerted her captors to her location. That, combined with the shout of alarm from earlier, had made it so every man in the compound knew what was happening. So Bear ran, gun in hand, searching for any advantage in this fight. Her ribs ached with every breath, every step sent shockwaves up her body, but slowing down meant death, and Bear would rather spend every minute of her life making it up to Jake than never seeing him again. So she pushed through the pain, dug deep into her training, and ran faster.

A pair of men cut her off, sending her skidding to a stop as she fired off a shot through the heart of one man. He fell to the ground, blood splattering over the floor and over his companion.

The man left standing swore, raising his weapon and firing off shots in her direction as Bear raced for the safety of the hallway she had just left. Her back slammed into the wall, knocking the air from her lungs as she angled the metal of the gun around the corner to catch sight of her opponent. A shot whizzed past her hand and Bear withdrew her weapon as a hail of bullets embedded themselves into the wall a short distance away from her. “Of course that motherfucker has a semiauto and dip shit number one only had a pistol. Why not?” She muttered angrily, drawing in a sharp breath and steeling herself.

She had one chance to get this right.

Hauling herself up, Bear found her mind replaying a memory of Jake laughing. If she died now, at least she had that. One final breath in before Bear left the safety of the hall, darting out from her hiding spot, weapon drawn and firing as she moved across the space. Two bullets slammed into his neck and chest, spraying blood as the second man went down in a blaze of bullets fired into the air. One caught Bear, grazing the length of her forearm, splitting the bruised and dirty skin open to reveal the scarlet blood that began to drip to the ground.

She hissed, biting deep into her cheek to prevent herself from making some noise in response to the sudden pain. Bear hurried to his fallen body, prying the gun from his hands and tearing a strip of fabric off of his shirt. She swore as his eyes opened weakly at her touch and the ferocity that Bear snatched his weapon from him. It was nothing that a third shot to the head couldn’t solve, and Bear found herself slipping down the hall once more with a newer and more powerful weapon.

She was caught in a maze. Hallways ran in all directions and if it weren’t for the gore smeared across both herself and the paths she’d left, Bear would have no idea where she had previously been. When she had escaped earlier, she had done so as she was being brought back to her cell. Now, she had no idea where she was.

“Fuckity fuck fuck,” Bear singsonged, glancing over her shoulder. She continued forward before finally finding a small room with a table and chair. It was empty, but the cover wasn’t what had caught her eye. Up in the ceiling, a tile had been removed, creating a hole just big enough for her to slip through. A sniper’s perch.

It was perfect.

Squeezing into the gap wasn’t easy. Bear’s shoulders caught more than once against the edges of the space, and when she did manage to fix that problem, the sharp plaster scraped up her sides as she pulled herself up. Up in the ceiling, Bear paused, listening for any sign of the men following her. Distant shouts could be heard, but she seemed to be safe for the moment. Bear lay on her stomach, checking the clip and counting the bullets that remained. The total wasn’t what she’d hoped for, far less in fact, but if she did her job right, she could make it work.

Blowing out a breath, Bear drew the pistol she’d pulled off the second man she’d killed and fired a few shots into the wall of the corridor. Her vantage point allowed her to see straight down the only hallway into the little room and it was the best place to set a trap.

Her lure worked and it wasn’t long before seven men came barreling down the hallway towards the room she was hiding in. All seven were armed and from what Bear could tell as she hunkered down, they were poorly trained. Despite having weapons, none of the men had a gun up and ready to fire. She shrugged to herself, that was their own fault. These poor bastards had no idea who they’d trapped. She had killed al-Hameed, pointed her weapon at his head and fired. One bullet. Barely half a second of thought needed.

The man at the front of the group, large and built like a tank, had nearly reached the threshold of the room. He was shouting something in Urdu, head turning to look behind him at his compatriots, giving the Seal hidden in the ceiling the perfect shot.

Bear lined up her shot on the larger man. He’d been the one hurting her, the one taking a sickening pleasure in her pain. She snorted, he had been so eager to inflict pain that he seemed to have forgotten how to endure it.

Oh well.

A bullet flew from the gap in the ceiling, punching through his skull just above his ear. Blood sprayed from the exit wound, stopping the other six men dead in their tracks as they watched their leader crumple to the ground, eyes wide in the way only a sudden death could create.

A heart beat of silence filled the small area before bullets began flying into the room, completely missing the opening in the ceiling. Round after round slammed into the wall, the table and nearly everything else except her. The men began advancing, still firing as they moved in a rough approximation of the way her Seals moved. But it was clumsy, the men were unprepared, and Bear was both faster and a far better shot. All six were dead in under a minute, their corpses falling to the ground with sickening thuds as blood pooled on the floor under them.

She paused, listening for any sign of more men approaching. All Bear could hear was her heart beat in her ears and the buzzing of the shitty fluorescent lights, but she waited a few more minutes before slipping from her hiding place. Bear crept down the hall, weapon raised. The only sound now was the soft toe ‘tap’ of the too big boots and her own haggard breathing. Saif, the man who’d appointed himself as the de facto leader, kept an office not far from a break room.

It was to her benefit that the men she’d killed were blabber mouths. They never shut up, not even while Saif or the tank-like man were torturing her, and while deep in her memories, Bear had still caught enough tidbits about the compound layout to take a stab at navigating it on her own.

None of her captors counted on her learning from her mistakes. They had all thought that she would fold, that she would break under their pressure. Bear had laughed in their faces, even now, as she stalked across the concrete floor, the only thing in her mind was “I am going home. Even if I have to drag you all to Hell first.”

And she delivered on that promise. Each step pained her and while Bear could feel her strength fading, feel the warmth of the cuts in her skin, she kept going. This wasn’t done until both she and Amir walked out in one piece.

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Fighting her way through the last few men, Bear hobbled towards the “office” door. The makeshift leader had holed himself up in there and Bear wasn’t going to leave until he too was dead. She felt the blood of those she’d killed drying on her skin, her own wounds weeping their own tears of blood and pus. They’d been infected for a while, but had been the least of her worries as she fought on. Turning a corner, Bear found herself right outside his office, breathing hard. One last man stood between her and her freedom. One more fight.

She yanked the door open, surprising Saif as he stood in the middle of the room, his weapon abandoned on the desk a few feet away. Bear had her weapon up and pointed it at him, prompting him to raise his hands in surrender. She approached cautiously one step at a time, but as she passed him, a hand reached out and grabbed her hair, sending her stumbling back towards Saif. Fuck.

Bear struggled, a hand lashing out to hit Saif in the jaw hard enough to make him grunt in pain and loosen his grip. He was bigger, far bigger than her and stronger, using both to his advantage as he regained his grip and hauled Bear back towards the door. “Let me go!” Bear yelled, kicking her feet out.

A boot caught his knee, making him stumble and release her hair and Bear spun to face him. Her gun had hit the ground when she had been pulled back and it now lay innocuously on the cement floor between the two of them. Saif met her gaze and lunged for the weapon, swearing in Arabic as Bear kicked it under his desk. She lunged at him, striking a blow to his sternum and leaving him gasping for breath.

But he recovered quickly, almost too quickly and Bear grunted as his meaty fist slammed into her side as he pushed her towards the wall opposite the door. She was nearly helpless to fight back as she was pushed away from both the door and her weapon. Bear’s back hit the wall, the force making her teeth rattle.

Saif swung at her again and Bear ducked. His fist went careening into the wall with a sicking crack that had him shouted in pain and Bear kicked at him. One kick connected with his knee, sending him down into his other knee whereupon Bear grabbed the back of his head, but she was shaken off and Said grabbed her arms, tossing her into the corner.

Bear hit the ground hard. A yelp sounded when her shoulder connected with the bookshelf, making her eyes water. She grunted and stared him down as he stood shakily and stormed towards her, intent on killing her. She rose, grimacing at the ache in her bones, and ducked under a punch aimed for her head. She found herself behind him and just like her second kill, slammed her fists into his flank. Saif stumbled, now off balance and Bear jumped on him. She rained blows down on his face and body with such speed that Saif couldn’t fight her off, but was shoved off by a flailing arm.

Bear ran, ducking behind his desk and watched in defiance as Saif bore down upon her. Her hand found purchase on the gun sitting on his desk and before Saif even had a chance to raise his hand up, Bear fired two shots off, dropping him to the floor. Rounding the desk, Bear stood over him, taking notice of the bullet wounds in his shoulder and chest, the gun now aimed at his head. She crouched beside him and in shaky Arabic, Bear managed to say “I killed al-Hameed and I would do it again” before firing the last bullet in the chamber into his skull.

Blood splattered the bottom of the walls, the floor and Bear herself, but it was only added to the rest of her. Finally, it was over. Finally she had time to figure all of this out, learn who was selling information to Saif and his merry band of idiots. “I guess that’s that then,” she mumbled, groaning as she stood. The empty gun was placed back on the desk and Bear began to look at the myriad of papers strewn over the desk and the floor.

Her vision went blurry and Bear quickly sat down, placing her head between her knees. The sheer amount of adrenaline that had run through her veins not moments earlier was slowly beginning to drop and Bear found herself in a precarious situation. She grit her teeth and stood slowly, her hands out to brace herself on the edge of the desk. A few deep breaths were blown out and Bear’s vision cleared little by little until she could continue to take stock of the papers scattered about the room.

Sitting on a chair nearby, was a plastic bag full of what looked like tools. Bear dumped them out, cringing at the sound of metal hitting the cement floor when it echoed through the room. Bear began to stack up the papers and started to pile them into the bag, scanning the documents.

Photocopies and printouts of classified information, the ones she had used for the preparation of her team, littered the desk and she could only assume more were in the bag. These documents had guided the movements and actions of the Navy Seals and the Dagger pilots during the conduction of Operation Hellfire and only her team had access to the uncensored documents.

Bear’s mind raced as she ran through the names of her people, trying desperately to find a connection. It didn’t make sense. Her team was loyal. They had always been. Unless… no, it couldn’t be Colton. He had been a supporter of hers since she’d taken command. “But his documents had gone missing,” the little voice in her head told her.

Someone had made Jake’s plane go down. Bear might not understand planes, but what she had seen in the sky moments before the missile had… That wasn’t normal. “Fuck!” Bear yelled, slamming her hand against the desktop. “That motherfucker!”

The sudden burst of noise caused a small squeak to sound, and Bear froze, her weapon drawn and pointed towards the source: a cabinet on the far side of the room. “Who’s there?” she demanded, as she crept closer. “Amir?” Another squeak. “It’s Bear.”

Slowly the door opened and Bear saw Amir folded up inside, tears running down his face. Bear’s heart sank and she lowered her gun, placing it on the floor within reach. She reached for him, falling back as the little boy rushed into her arms, sobbing. “I’ve got you kiddo,” Bear mumbled, rubbing her hand up and down his back, trying to offer comfort despite being covered in blood and dirt, all the while looking like she lost a fight with a wolverine. For the second time since meeting Amir, Bear swore to protect him until he was home safe. Wherever that was.

They sat like that for a while, until Amir looked up at her with tear-filled eyes. “Safe?”

She nodded, shifting her weight back to better support him. “Do you know where the medicine is?” She asked slowly, watching her words register.

He nodded. “Can you show me?”

“Yes.”

Bear stood slowly, hefting Amir onto a hip. “Which way?”

The little boy pointed to the left and Bear made her way over to the door, pausing to steady herself as dizziness overtook her. The adrenaline was slowly wearing off and all of her pain was returning in full force. But she carried Amir through the silent halls, covering his eyes when the evidence of her brutality was splashed across the floors. Bear didn’t need him seeing that, not when he had likely already heard the cries.

Amir was silent the whole way, pointing silently in the directions she needed to go, and slowly but surely, Bear walked through the doorway, nearly sagging to the floor in her exhaustion. But she persevered.

Grabbing the lone medical kit, she cleaned her wounds as best she could before dressing them, and stitching up the ones that required it, before finding a ragged pillow. “Amir,” she called gently and watched him make his way over to her. “I need to sleep. Can you wake me up if someone comes?”

He nodded, grinning at her. “I can!”

The enthusiasm made Bear chuckle. “Okay.” She grabbed her weapon and propped herself up against the wall, pillow under her head, before passing out. She slept on and off, starting at random noises before drifting off once more.

Her dreams were strange, likely delusions brought on by infection, but it was jarring nonetheless. It was like she had fallen into her memories once more, except they weren’t memories. Jake hadn’t kissed her. At no point had she woken up to him trailing kisses down her body, and aside from that one night at the beach, she hadn’t been held in his strong arms. Her subconscious was playing tricks on her, she thought distantly.

Bear spent five days in the silent compound, trying to heal as much as she could before what would be a long journey back to Riyadh. Back to safety, Bug, her team, the Daggers, and her Jake. So she rested. Gaining strength.

On day six, she and Amir packed up a truck with all the supplies they’d need for the trip as her fever broke late in the day.

On day seven, they headed out, away from the compound in the middle of the Arabian desert.

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It had been over 20 days since Bear was captured, four days of driving towards Riyadh, trying desperately to make it there in one piece. Supplies were low, and Bear poured the last of the fuel into the gas tank as she scanned the documents open on the edge of the truck. She was ready to move on, when a partial doodle in the corner caught her eye and Bear suddenly realized just who was responsible for her capture. The person that had sent the message to her eventual captors about Jake’s plane and the missiles.

Hazard.

That motherfucker.

Suddenly it was like Bear’s blood turned to very gasoline she’d just poured into the truck. The fury that raced through her took light like a wildfire and she was ready. Ready to prove to that son of a bitch why she was in charge. Why Hazard never had a chance at leadership.

God help him when she found him and whoever else was involved. There would be nothing left.

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Hours later, the truck stalled and Bear swore. “We might have to walk, bud,” she told Amir.

The little boy gave her a look and Bear chuckled. ���Come on, we won’t have to walk far.”

She was right. Two hours later, the sun had just begun to set when Bear and Amir walked hand in hand towards the gate in front of Riyadh Air Base. The guard at the front froze when he saw her approach, immediately radioing for a medic.

“Ma’am. Ma’am. I’m going to need some ID,” he told her.

Bear fixed him with a flat stare. “I would normally have it on me, except I was captured and held by terrorists for the better part of a month. So I’m sorry, but I don’t have any.”

The guard just blinked at her in surprise. “I-I…”

“Save it,” she snapped. “Just tell me where the Seals are meeting and get someone who speaks Arabic over here so they can take the kid to get checked out. Am I clear?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

A few moments passed then a medic came running over, crouching before Amir and speaking to him quietly. He looked at Bear, who smiled at him, nodding. It must have been what he needed, because he went happily with the medic, chattering the whole way.

Bear watched them leave, before turning to the guard. “What room?”

“Same as usual. Do you need an escort?”

The guard had taken note of Bear’s appearance and was concerned. She was covered in bandages, bruises spattered across her body like a messed up Jackson Pollock, while simultaneously being covered in dirt and grime. Bear looked like Death. But the anger she had tamped down around Amir came flooding right back to her, a boomerang ricocheting around her body as adrenaline pumped through her. “I think I can manage. Thank you.” Her words were clipped and short.

“Okay. Have a nice night ma’am,” the guard told her timidly.

“Oh I plan to,” Bear mumbled under her breath. She shifted the bag of papers to her other hand and stormed off towards the meeting room, ignoring the looks of surprise from those on base. She had a mission to complete.

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Outside the door, Bear could hear Bug talking loudly over a room full of people. It made her smile hearing her friend’s voice once more, but unfortunately, she couldn’t find it within herself to give two shits about anyone other than Hazard right now. He would pay for what he had done. She had proof and she would make him pay.

Steeling herself, Bear knocked on the door. Silence filled the room and she could hear a pilot inside asking who was there. Bear said nothing, waiting for the door to open. Flare pulled it open moments later and the room went still. Looks of absolute shock and horror were splashed across the faces of everyone in the room as they took her in. The youngest lieutenant stood with her mouth agape, a combination of relief and something else filling her eyes and drew itself on her face like a toddler’s finger painting.

But Bear wasn’t looking at them or her lieutenant. She had pinned Hazard to his spot, pushing past Flare as she advanced on him. He was deathly afraid. Hazard’s face had gone as white as a sheet, and he scrambled backwards, but Bear kept moving forwards. She knew that she looked like Hell, she felt like it, but nothing compared to the all-encompassing fury that seeped from every pore of her body. She was visibly shaking, trembling with rage for everything that she had been put through because of this man. This coward who could barely look her in the eye. “Surprise Hazard,” she said calmly.

He flinched but didn’t reply. He was staring at the floor, not meeting her stare or the curious looks from the others in the room.

“Oh come on Hazard. Aren’t you happy to see me?” Bear knew she was toying with him, but why shouldn’t she? After everything she had been through, why shouldn’t she mess with the man who was responsible for so much pain? “I’m thrilled to see you.”

“Bear…?” Bug spoke up, and you could hear the confusion in her voice. “What’s going on?”

“What’s going on? Well Bug, I’m so glad you asked!” The venom in her words was nauseating and Bear let a wide smile overtake her face. “I’m sure you have all put together that something was a little off on this mission. How exactly did we lose drone imaging? Why did al-Hameed know to be in his bunker in the middle of the night? How did the enemy know where we were when the rescue mission was ordered? A lot of strange questions I’m sure you all had.”

A few nods and mumbles broke out, that they had thought that it was almost too perfect of a coincidence. “We have, but we established that there was a mole in our team,” Bug informed her CO, ignoring the shocked yells of the pilots in the room, who’d been unaware of this fact until now. “What does Hazard have to do wi- oh.”

“Yeah. Oh. Our friend here is a traitor, one of a few actually. He has been in contact with members of the IJU. The same people that held me for two weeks and tortured me for information on who killed al-Hameed,” Bear announced. She was purposefully playing up the theatrics because she had been through too much to give a shit about handling this diplomatically.

Bug’s face went white. “What?” she asked in a strangled gasp, eyes flicking to Hazard. “Is this true?”

“No! She’s crazy!” Hazard cried out, his eyes flicking to the others in the room, pleading for sympathy, but he found none. “She doesn’t even have proof!”

Bear smirked, and if that sight didn’t send chills down the spine of everyone in the room. “Oh Hazard. When will you learn that I always have proof?” And with that, Bear dropped the plastic bag full of bloodstain papers on the table. “Saif sends his regards. You know, at least he did before I shot him.”

Hazard stared at her. Whether it was in shock, horror, or fear, she didn’t know and Bear couldn’t find it within her to care. “You crazy bitch!” he finally shouted. “You aren’t fit to lead! You fucked Harris to get this job! IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN MINE!” He roared at her, the duality of the man before them finally revealing its true colors. “You got people killed!”

The smug look on Bear’s face fell away and Hazard was face to face with the glare Bear only ever reserved for those who truly deserved it. The last man to face it had nearly shit himself before running away. “Ohoho. So I’m a slut, who fucked my boss to get promoted over you? Have you ever considered that you are too pathetic to ever have the patience and the skills to lead a team?” Her words held a rage so barely contained that the room dropped in temperature at the ice in her tone. “That you would be such a failure, you would lead your team to their death because of your temperament and incessant need to be right? NO. YOU DIDN’T.”

A deadly pause filled the room and Bear grabbed the front of Hazard’s uniform, pulling his face to hers. “I got people killed?” Her next question was barely audible, but the answer seemed to echo through the room that now felt cramped with the size of Bear’s rage. “I didn’t alert a terrorist to the location of locals friendly with the Navy. I didn’t sell out a drone crew giving us surveillance of our targets. I didn’t alert al-Hameed of our location prompting him to hide in a bunker with roaming death squads wandering around resulting in the deaths of TWO Seals. YOU did that! Not me, you and your cronies who were a hell of a lot smarter than you when covering their tracks, you sick fuck!

The room watched as she let go of his shirt, shoving him back towards the wall. Hazard hit the drywall behind him, palms pressing against it like he was bracing for a punch that didn’t come. He glared at the woman in front of him, looking like one of the Furies, soaked in sweat, cut, bruised, and covered in old blood. She looked like Hell had come to drag him below and for once in this encounter Hazard felt fear. His wide eyes glanced around the room as his colleagues stared at him in disdain. All of this for what? A million dollars? The possibility of leading a team that would never have followed him because Bear was smarter than Saif, smarter than al-Hameed, and if they were both dead by Bear’ hand then what fate would befall him?

Would she kill him as easily as the others? He hoped so. She would give him mercy because that was who she was. His colleagues on the other hand, they wouldn’t be so forgiving. Bug alone would rip him apart for what his actions had put the team through and he knew that with all his heart. She would not be so kind. But Jake then. The fucking Ken doll that had tripped him up more than once. Bear had been distracted by him, and led them the wrong way because of him. Hazard chanced a look over at Hangman and shut his eyes at the sight. Bear didn’t see him, how could she? This fucking G.I. Joe had his eyes fixed on her back, cataloging every wound, every bruise and the fire in the other man’s eyes swore to inflict the same if he ever was caught alone.

And Flare who stood staring him down with vindication shooting from her eyes. She had spent too long fending Hazard off, trying to protect herself and do the right thing, but this snake had tried too hard and succeeded too often for her to resist. Mei watched him like everyone else was, with hatred, disdain, betrayal so clearly evident that it nearly made him grin. Suddenly, Colton wasn’t afraid of Bear anymore. She couldn’t do a thing with this many witnesses, especially if his loyalists remained undetected.

Her next words cut thickly through the monologue racing through his head. “You’re so fucking lucky that Harris will be dealing with you because if it were up to me,” Bear spat, pausing to draw the gun from her waistband that somehow no one had noticed. She raised it, pressing the barrel to Hazard’s temple, staring him dead in the eyes, relishing in the sudden and new burst of fear that erupted in his eyes. “Because then the last thing you’d ever see would be my gun between your fucking eyes and the Devil waiting to drag you to Hell because he knows I’m fucking worse. Get the FUCK out of my sight, you miserable excuse for a man!”

The room then exploded into action. Flare and Bug stepped towards Bear, while others went for Hazard, trying to draw him out of harm’s way. “Get. Out. Of. My. Shot,” Bear spoke through a clenched jaw. She was addressing no one in particular, just speaking the words aloud and praying that Hazard gave her a reason. Just a single, tiny reason to snap and paint his blood on the wall behind him.

“You fucking bitch!” Hazard couldn’t seem to keep his mouth shut, and he taunted Bear from the other side of the room.

Bear stepped around Fireball, the gun still trained on Hazard. “Want to say that again? Didn’t think so.”

“You can’t kill me!”

There it was. Her reason. She just had to pull the trigger and it would be over. Her nightmare would end. Bear could sleep soundly at night knowing that Hazard was never coming back, could never harm her. “Oh Hazard, that’s where you’re wrong,” Bear snapped. “I have killed so many men in the last week that you will be nothing more than just another body dropped.”

Hazard scrambled backwards from her, tripping over a chair in his efforts to get away. “Check the bag. All my proof is there. Bug, command is still yours because I am not anywhere near the right mindset to lead,” Bear ordered.

She had lowered the gun, dropping it on the table to be snatched up by someone. Who? She didn’t know or care, but Bear had made her choice. Murder wasn’t the play here. Leave him alive. Let him rot in a cell and be pressed for information on the IJU. She’d never have to see him again and his life was over.

It had all been over the second she came through the door.

Bug sprang into action. “Shrike, Fireball take Hazard away. I want answers. The rest of you, leave and do not speak a word of this. I will have your job and your heads if you fucking try me.”

The room emptied quickly, like rats fleeing from a flood. Bear collapsed into a chair, the adrenaline leaving her body in a breath. Bug had gone to supervise Shrike and Fireball, leaving Bear alone. Or so she thought. “Bear.” That voice. God, Bear had only heard that voice in her memories for the longest time and it somehow felt like heaven and hell all at once. “Teddy.”

“Flyboy,” she croaked, turning in her seat to face him. “You’re alive.”

“So are you.”

“Takes a lot to kill me apparently. Can… can you help me to medical?” Bear spoke in a quiet voice. “I really need help.”

Jake nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat as he took Bear in. She was covered in blood, grime, and who knows what else. Her hair was stringy and just as filthy as the rest of her, but her face, her face was still the same. Definitely more tired, the weariness he’d noted when he first saw her was in bloom all over her body. It pained him to see her like this. Yet, despite everything, Bear was somehow the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. An avenging angel in the middle of a conference room, watching him and asking for help. How could he ever say no?

“Jake?”

“Yeah Teddy?”

“Help.” And Jake sprang into action as Bear tumbled off the chair, passing out in his arms.

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A/N: 🫣🫣 Am I still in trouble? Big thank you to @startrekfangirl2233 @sarahsmi13s or proof reading/yelling at me for that ending. And thank you to @dakotakazansky or helping me work in a new plot line halfway through the series!

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District 7 | Johanna Mason

Pairing: Johanna Mason x fem!reader (victor!reader)

Summary: Johanna and you seek some peace in District 7 after the rebellion.

Waning/s: angst and fluff, nightmares, talks about the games, tears, panic, curse words?, talks about Johanna's torture, rebellion, war, weapons (Johanna's ax), short fic, possible grammar and spelling mistakes

Author's note: I agree with you, dear anon. Lumberjack!johanna has me like 🙇‍♀️🧎‍♀️🤰 Also, I tried my best, hope you enjoy!

Request -> Hi :) Can I request a Johanna x fem!reader that takes place after all the events of the mockingjay? The reader is also a victor of her games and is now living in district 7 with Johanna. I want to see what their life is like after the games and rebellion. What they’re like taking care of each other after nightmares and triggering situations. Also because happy times good, what is domestic life like for them now (Like lumberjack!johanna oof 😮‍💨). Give me all the angst, all the sadness, all the domestic feels, and all the fluff!

You felt like the war will truly never end. It was suffocating from the very start. Especially during the quarter quell and after. Since the moment Katniss shot that arrow into the whole of the force field that destroyed the arena and the power knocked you unconscious, you had a bad feeling. The moment you woke up and Finnick told you that the Capitol captured Johanna and Peeta you felt like you couldn't breathe.

The physical and mental torture that your lover had suffered during her time in the Capitol undet Snow's clutches and the mental torture that you had to fight with in the safety of District 13 didn't make your time there any earlier.

You were quite literally lost without her by your side. Every second of every minute of every hour of every day that you spent worrying about her, whether she was being killed, whether she was in unbearable pain, whether she was even alive made your head spin from just remembering it. But the moment that Johanna was back in your eyes everything felt so much easier. Since she was finally rescheduled, for the first time ever, you felt like you could actually make it through this rebellion. But you didn't allow yourself to be filled with hope too much, yet.

At Snow's execution you were quite literally freezing while standing between Johanna and Haymitch, your eyes never leaving Snow that was placed a few feet in front of you as you tried to pull your jacket a little bit tighter around your body.

The air was still thick with loss caused by the death of Johanna's and yours mutual friend Finnick and every other person that you have lost throughout the many years of Snow's tortures ruling of the Panem.

Shock ruled over your entire body as you watched Katniss fire the arrow that nested itself inside of Coin's heart. As she fell down, people all around you stepped forward to kill Snow. Both of the rulers were dead. At last there will be peace in the whole Panem.

The peace that you decided to chase with the love of your life. Her hand tightly placed into yours as you said your goodbyes to the rest of the poor, tortured souls that somehow survived against all odds.

The first step onto the train that would send you both to District 7 felt like freedom. The silent breeze that cherished your cheeks and hair as you walked towards Johanna's house, hand in hand with her, the smell of the lumber in the air was a sign that you could perhaps find peace with the one you fought so hard for.

District 7 was good for you. It was different from your old home, for sure, but it was a good change. A change that your hears, soul and your spirit in general needed to live. During the day, when your therapists didn't visit or when you didn't have to visit them in the Capitol, Johanna and you would take calming strolls along the woods of her District, the smell of lumber became familiar. A sent without which you would probably, quite literally die, felt like peace. The word that both Johanna and you continued to chase endlessly.

But it wasn't easy.

The nightmares were overwhelming most of the time. Both of you would wake up in a cold sweat, practically screaming yourselves awake. Tears and panic was endless, but the presence of each other brought a great comfort to both of you.

One time you were laying in Johanna's and yours bed, molded into the sheets and pillows that were practically drowning you, hiding you from the world, as you tried to chase the sleep that you didn't get last night because of Johanna's nightmare. It didn't matter, though. As long as she was safe nothing else to you mattered. Just as you fell asleep, the nightmares from your own games started to drag you in.

The cold sweat covered your skin as you screamed yourself awake. Your breathing was heavy, you couldn't control it. Your hand reached over to Johanna's side of the bed feeling the cold grace your fingertips and you felt like someone spilled a bucket of freezing cold water over your head.

"Johanna!" A scream broke free from your throat as you dashed out of the bed in a lightning speed, trying to reach the door of the house to go outside.

You were forcefully put into a panicked frenzy as you practically broke down the door of the house, your head turning around in every possible direction. You were trying to find her.

And there she was. An ax in the hand, standing a few feet away from the house as she chopped the wood, the pile of lumber growing bigger and bigger with each swing. Her arms flexing as she was lightly covered in sweat from the hard work. Her eyebrows frowned in concentration. Her gorgeous pair of crystals looked at you in confusion and light concern as she watched your panicked expression.

"You good, dummy?" She asked you as she struck her ax into the wood before whipping away the sweat that glued her freshly grown bangs against her forehead.

"I just..." You sighed in relief once again as you watched her. "I just had a nightmare and you weren't there when I woke up, but it's okay."

Johanna quickly brought you into her arms, wrapping you up in their safety as she whispered sweet nothings into your ear in a desperate attempt to calm you down.

"It's okay. You're okay. I'm okay."

"You're okay." You breathed out once more following her lead.

She separated herself from you for a moment before she brought you in for a delicate kiss that was oh so her.

"We're okay. We will be." She whispered against your lips, her arms never leaving once she wrapped them around your neck.

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Just Need Space

Pairing - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x daughter!reader, Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

Word count - 3,501

Warnings - angst, swearing, running away from home, mentions of being hurt

Summary - you run into someone you never expected to see again and their presence terrifies you into not returning home, which in turn terrifies your father

A/N - hey y'all! here's the newest part of the Hangman junior universe! this was a request sent in by @weloveds who gave me a few wonderful ideas for this universe so I hope I do the ideas justice! anyways I won't ramble, as per y'all, please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!!!

Sometimes people would say a day can go from good to bad in moments and you had considered yourself lucky that it had never happened to you. You knew that if your dad was away on deployment, you ran the risk of some Navy officer turning up on your doorstep informing you that your dad was killed in action and your life would change instantly. You just liked to hold on to hope that you’d never have a day go from good to bad in a matter of minutes. But of course, it happened.

It was a typical sunny day in Miramar and you’d decided you wanted to go for a walk along the beach. Your dad and Bradley were out for lunch with some of the other Daggers and while you were invited, you opted out of the lunch to have some time to yourself. You smiled to yourself as you wandered along the beachfront, listening to the waves hit the shore and the seagulls screech overhead as they fought to get to someone’s picnic. You cherished moments like this, walking along the beach while the peacefulness that being by the sea could fill you with joy. As you wander back up to the streets, you almost bump into someone, causing you to apologise quickly.

“No worries, sweetheart.” You look up to lock eyes with a woman. You’d never met her before, yet she felt somehow familiar. When you moved past to continue your walk, the woman called your name, making you freeze involuntarily in your tracks before you turned to face her as she approached you.

“How did you-?”

“You think a mother wouldn’t be able to recognise her own daughter?” As she cut you off, the woman's words made your eyes widen and your breath hitch in your throat. The woman who stood before you was your mother. The woman who left both you and your dad in the middle of the night. Your mind was racing, you could’ve sworn she left while you and your dad were living in Texas. She probably knew Jake was bound to end up here at some point.

“Listen. You better back off. I don’t want you anywhere near me or my dad.” You say, managing to find your voice.

“I am your mother and I think you’ll find I have every right to find my daughter when her father took her away from me.” She says, making you roll your eyes at her excuses.

“He didn’t take me away from you. You left us! You have no right to try and waltz your way back now because you never once tried to contact my dad after you left. You clearly never wanted me in the first place but my dad did. He’s been raising me ten times better than you ever could and he never once let me feel unloved. You should just leave and never come near me or my dad again.” You say, turning on your heel to walk away.

“You know I came back for you, right?” She says, making you stop in your tracks and turn to face her.

“What did you say?” You question, choosing to stay put and not step closer to her.

“I came back for you. I wanted custody because everyone knows your precious father has a dangerous job and could die. No kid deserves to be raised by someone who could die at any moment when working. I technically got custody, but Jacob threw a hissy fit and they gave it back to him.” She says, making you narrow your eyes. You didn’t believe a word that came out of her mouth. Your dad wouldn’t hide something like that from you. You shook your head in disgust before turning away once more and walking away while ignoring her desperate calls after you.

You were shaken by this sudden encounter and your thoughts wouldn’t slow down. You couldn’t understand why she wanted to find you now. Worrying that she was following you, you constantly checked over your shoulder as you walked and chose not to go home. Instead finding a small park to hide out in, sitting underneath a large tree as you tried to regain your breath. As you recover your breath, you watch a little girl run past you, straight into the arms of her mother who scoops her up and cuddles her close. You watched on as the little girl giggled happily before she was put back down on the floor. You had often wondered how different your life would’ve been if your mother never left. You didn’t care for her at all after what she did but your heart still held onto that sense of longing. You fought back the longing thoughts as you reminded yourself that you had something much better. You had your dad, Bradley, and the Daggers and that’s all you needed. But regardless of how much you loved them. You needed to be alone right now.

As the Daggers left the small diner they had been occupying for lunch, they chatted amongst each other, laughing, and teasing as they walked. As they walked on the path opposite the beach, Jake glanced out over to the beach and on the other side of the road he saw a familiar face. Two familiar faces. Two familiar faces he never wanted to see again. He thought after the custody trial he’d never have to see Lauren and Steve again but there they were, clear as day. Bradley immediately picked up on Jake’s discomfort and moved to the inside of the path, keeping the two hidden by the rest of the Daggers while giving them some privacy.

“What’s going on?” Bradley whispers, dipping his head to talk directly into Jake’s ear.

“We need to get home. Now.” Jake says, every worst-case scenario racing through his head at the mere sight of Lauren. Not knowing Lauren had freaked Jake out so much, Bradley nodded, quickly saying goodbye to the team and leading Jake to the Bronco. As Bradley began the drive back to their house, he couldn’t help but wonder what it was that got his husband this worried.

“Is everything okay, Jake?” Bradley asks, quickly glancing at Jake out of the corner of his eye before focusing back on the road.

“Just fine.” Jake replied but he was barely paying attention. His knee was bouncing up and down rapidly and his eyes were darting around everywhere, like Lauren was going to appear out of nowhere and drive their car off the road.

“Jake, something’s up. You can tell me.” Bradley says gently, glancing over at Jake as he stops in front of a red light, waiting for it to go green.

“It’s nothing. It’ll be okay.” Jake says firmly, wanting to do anything but talk about what was racing through his mind as his hand went to fiddle with his wedding ring.

“Is it y/n?” Bradley then asks, worry starting to grab at him as he thinks about something happening to you. Noticing Jake’s leg stop bouncing only confirmed that Bradley’s question had hit the nail on the head. Bradley decided that now would be a good time to stop pressing Jake until they got home. He wanted to focus on getting the two of them home safely so they could check up on you. The second Bradley pulls the Bronco into the driveway before he’s even turned the engine off, Jake leaps out of the car and is already at the front door, unlocking it and throwing the door open as Bradley chases after him.

Jake calls your name as he walks through the house, checking every room downstairs before heading upstairs to your room. He knocked on the door and called through for you but when he was met with nothing but silence he opened the door. His heart hammered in his chest when he was met with an empty room. He dug his phone out of his pocket and called you, his breath speeding up when you didn’t pick up. You never missed his calls unless you’d told him previously that you’d be unavailable and he’d simply forgotten. He scrolled through your messages to him to see if he missed something but when he was presented with no answer he came back downstairs to face a worried Bradley.

“Okay, Jake you need to be honest with me right now. What is going on? Where’s y/n?” Bradley asks, grabbing Jake by the shoulders and locking eyes with him. His eyes swimming with concern as he tries to study Jake’s expression before he harshly pulls away from Bradley’s grip.

“I don’t fucking know where y/n is! All I know is I saw Lauren by the beach and I can’t help but think she’s hurt my kid. I don’t know where she is or if she’s okay. I just know she’s gone.” Jake rants angrily, pacing back and forth as he rakes his hand through his hair. Bradley barely flinched at Jake’s outburst, knowing it came from worry for his daughter. He knew the last time Jake saw his ex it ended on worse terms than their initial break up did and it was a huge part of the reason Jake was as protective as he was over you. He also hated the idea of Lauren going anywhere near you but before he could focus on finding you, he had to focus on Jake. Bradley crossed to Jake carefully and eased him to sit down on the sofa, and keeping an arm wrapped firmly around Jake to keep him grounded.

“We can text the Daggers. Tell them what’s going on and how they can help. Do you know any places y/n might go when she wants to get away from everything? Even a general area might help. We could do a sweep of the areas before we consider calling the police.” Bradley suggests once Jake has calmed down enough to form coherent thoughts. Jake wordlessly nods at Bradley’s suggestion and immediately starts racking his brain for where you could be while Bradley sends a message to the Dagger’s group chat to get them to come to their house. It barely took ten minutes for all the Daggers to turn up at Jake and Bradley’s house, all of them concerned about you and asking what they could do to help.

“I’ve thought of a few places’ y/n could’ve gone to. But I think we should try covering as much ground as possible because I don't know where she could be.” Jake says, his voice rough and tear-filled as he speaks to his friends. The squad nods diligently, Jake tells them the locations he managed to think of, and everyone decides where they will look.

“And if you’re going to ask around. Please don’t ask my ex. If she catches wind of this she’ll have even more fuel to say I’m a bad father and I can’t go through another custody battle.” Jake says before giving the team a full description of Lauren and even Steve to ensure the team didn’t talk to either of them when looking for you. With locations set, the team head out of the house, splitting up to search for you while Jake tries calling your phone one more time.

You sigh as you pull your phone out of your pocket as it rung once more, you saw ‘dad’ across the top of the screen accompanied by the picture the two of you had taken at the Cowboys game he took you to when you were thirteen. You put your phone on silent and shove it back into your pocket. You’d already seen an influx of calls and texts from your dad, Bradley, and every member of Dagger Squad. You knew they wanted to know where you were. But you still didn’t feel ready to go home. You were terrified of running into your mother again. Scared she’d track you down to your house and hurt your dad or Bradley just to get to you. You started to contemplate leaving San Diego entirely just to get her off your back. If you found a way to leave, she’d realise that you weren’t in town any more and then she’d leave as well. Then and only then would you be able to return. You pulled your phone out of your pocket to see if you could find any buses out of town but as you opened Google, a person crept into your line of sight, making you look up to see Bob, letting out a small sigh of relief when you realised it was him and not your mother.

“Hey, Bob.” You mumble awkwardly, locking your phone and tucking it away.

“Hey, y/n. We’ve been looking all over for you.” Bob says, reaching into his phone pocket to text Jake and let him know you’ve been found.

“Wait, please don’t tell dad yet. I can’t face him yet.” You say quickly, making Bob tilt his head innocently before he crosses to you, sitting down beside you and watching you carefully.

“Jake is worried sick about you, I’ll have to tell him soon.” Bob says, wondering if the two of you got into an argument and you needed time alone.

“What’s wrong? You can tell me. I won’t tell your dad.” Bob says softly, his tone not stern or judgemental, just full of concern.

“I saw my mother. I don’t know how she found me, but she did. She started sprouting bullshit about trying to take custody of me when I was younger but there’s no way that’s true. I guess seeing her just scared me slightly. I’m scared she’s going to track me down and hurt dad and Bradley.” You admit, pulling your knees up to your chest as tears well in your eyes. Bob remained silent as you spoke. He knew all about the custody battle that had occurred when you were four, and Jake and warned him and the other Daggers not to tell you since you didn’t remember the event but now Bob was thinking that Jake had to tell you, especially now that Lauren had a chance of sinking her claws in and driving a wedge between you and your dad with sharing that information.

“She’s not going to get near you, y/n. You have all of us ready to protect you at a moment's notice. She’s not going to hurt you, or Jake, or Bradley.” Bob says, his words filling you with a small sense of hope. You wrap your arms around Bob for a quick hug, only pulling away when another person enters your peripheral vision.

“Bob, you found y/n? Have you reported back to Hangman yet? Rooster just told me they’re on the brink of calling the police because no one could find her.” Phoenix says, immediately pulling her phone out of her pocket and texting Jake.

“I asked him not to tell dad straight away. I needed some more time. But I’m okay now.” You say quickly as both you and Bob stand up, taking the heat off Bob because you knew it was your fault everyone was panicking in the first place. Phoenix glances up from her phone to look at you, nodding softly before returning her attention to her phone so she could message Jake saying that she and Bob had found you and they’d be taking you back home.

“Okay, I’ve messaged your dad. Let’s get you home.” Phoenix says, placing a hand on your shoulder and encouraging you to walk. The walk back to your house was silent. You knew you had worried and upset all of the Daggers with your actions but you didn’t think you’d be on the receiving end of the silent treatment. When you reached your house, Bradley and Jake were standing on the front step awaiting your arrival. Jake didn’t hesitate to race down the path to pull you into his arms, eyes frantically searching you for injuries before he tugged you into a hug, holding you close as he pressed repeated kisses to the top of your head.

“Don’t you ever do that again.” He mumbles into your hair, his voice thick with tears as he squeezes you tighter. Only then did you wrap your arms around his middle and hug him back.

“I’m so sorry dad.” You whisper, tears flowing down your cheeks as you cling tighter. You vaguely hear Bradley thanking Phoenix and Bob before he crosses over to you and Jake. You pull away from Jake and wipe at your eyes before turning to Bradley.

“I’m sorry Bradley.” You manage to say, your resolve crumbling again when Bradley pulls you into a hug.

“I’m just so relieved you’re okay y/n/n. You really scared us.” Bradley admits quietly, glancing over at Jake as he watches the interaction, tears still filling his eyes. You pull away from Bradley’s hug after a minute and nod when Bradley suggests that the three of you go inside to talk about what happened. You sit in the living room sandwiched between Jake and Bradley as they patiently wait for you to explain what caused this, although Jake had an inkling.

“I saw my mother. I don’t know how but she found us, and it scared me. That’s why I didn’t come home, I didn’t know if she’d try to hurt you or Bradley so I didn’t go home. I know I scared you but I wanted to leave to keep you two safe.” You say, glancing between both men and hoping you don’t get in masses of trouble for what you did. It had only been a week and a bit since your grounding ended you didn’t want to go through it again. Instead, Jake carefully cupped your head in his hands and turned you to look at him so he could address you directly.

“Listen to me carefully, sweetheart. Don’t ever think that running away would help a situation like this. I’m the one who’s supposed to be protecting you, not the other way around. I will figure out a way to keep her away from you. Just please don’t do that again.” Jake pleads, tears filling his eyes once more as you cuddle into him for yet another hug, a silent promise that you won’t pull a stunt like that again. When you pull away from that hug, you clear your throat quietly, thinking about what your mother had said before you walked away from her.

“She also said she fought you for custody. That’s a lie, right? There’s no way she gave a shit enough to come back.” You ask innocently, looking up at your dad as he exchanges a glance with Bradley who gives Jake a small nod, knowing it would be better for him to be honest.

“She wasn’t lying.” Jake admits, his gaze dropping in shame as your expression contorts into one of confusion.

“What do you mean?” You ask, shuffling away from him slightly as he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

Jake tells you the full story of what happened. About how Lauren popped up after four years and decided she was a better parent for you than he was. How she did everything under the sun to make Jake look like an unfit parent and how her boyfriend Steve had roughly grabbed you after the initial verdict. Jake also told you about how he would’ve been willing to settle for some sort of split custody until she tried to completely take you from him.

“I know I should’ve told you sooner. I just wanted to protect you. My job has always been to keep you safe and if keeping this from you meant you were safe then it was a risk I had to take.” Jake finishes, expecting you to leap up and run away again. He expected you to scream in his face that Lauren was right and that he was a horrible father. He was expecting all of his worst fears to come true, but instead, you nodded, offering him a small smile.

“Thank you for telling me. I would’ve preferred to hear it from you first but I understand why you did it.” You say finally, making Jake release a breath he hadn’t been aware he was holding.

“But you don’t need to protect me all the time. It’s part of growing up.” You then say, making Jake let out a small breathy laugh.

“I’ll be protecting you until long after I’m gone.” He says fondly, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and tugging you into his side as Bradley stretches his arm along the back of the sofa, his fingertips lightly scratching Jake’s head as he hums in contentment.

“We’re all good now?” Bradley asks, glancing between you and Jake as you exchange a look with your dad before turning back to face him and speaking in tandem.

“We are good, Bradley. We’re very good.”

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???: Hello? Who are you?

Ruby: I ... My Name's Ruby.

???: That's a lovely Name, you share it with my younger daughter. Where are you?

Ruby: I- I- ... You sound familiar ...

Summer: *Walking into view* What do you-

Ruby: ... Mom?

Summer: RUBY?!?!

Ruby: *Tearing up* MOM!

Summer: *Also Crying* RUBY!

They rush together, holding each other close, hugging so tight it had to be painful.

Summer: How- Why Are you here? You shouldn't- I-

Ruby: Mom, I'm sorry- I'm sorry- I did my best-

Summer: Ruby, Take a Breathe, and if anyone should be apologizing it's me. What Happened? Why are you here?

Ruby: I- I followed my dream of becoming a Huntress- I got into Beacon Early-

Summer: You What?

Ruby: I .. Got into Beacon ... Early?

Summer: Do you know what Ozpin's Deal is?

Ruby: I know that The Maidens and the Girl in The Tower are real. That and The Girl that fell through the world.

Summer: *Pinching her nose, clearly upset and worried* Okay. Is that why you're here.

Ruby: We- we were getting the Staff of Creation while Salem was actively attacking Atlas, and we made a path to Vacuo.

Ruby: Me, Yang, and our Teammates - and a Friend - Fell off the Path into the Ever After.

Summer: ... So the Jabberwocker got you?

Ruby: N-No ... Someone we fought along the way wanted me dead so ... she made me give Up. I drank her tea, which had a leaf in it- I-

Summer: You weren't killed?

Ruby: .. Not ... I ...

Ruby: *Crying again* I- I decided not to be me anymore ...

Summer: *Holding her cheek, also crying again* Oh, Ruby, I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry you got caught up in all this. I'm sorry I couldn't stop Salem for you- I tried, and I'm sorry I failed. I'm sorry you chose to end your life ... But ... You haven't. Not yet.

Ruby: What do you mean?

Summer: You ... Aren't dead. You're ascending. Somewhere between Life and Death. You can still live.

Ruby: How? After every way I failed everyone-

Ruby: I made Atlas Fall! I Watched a Friend Die right in front of me Because I wasn't fast enough! Another friend sacrificed herself to save others, and She'd already Died once! Hell! My best friend since Day one got stuck here for half his lifetime, and now probably hates me!

Ruby: I've Gotten people Killed Mom! What good are Silver Eyes if I'm not good enough to save people without them!

Summer: ... Ruby. Did your plans fail because they were bad or because people got in the way of them? Have people died because you got them killed or because you were exhausted and got blindsided?

Summer: I don't know how old you are, but I'm guessing you can't drink yet, given how long I think it's been.

Summer: You're young. Just over half my age at most.

Summer: You got your hands on a Relic?

Ruby: On the Lamp and the Staff, but Salem stole them back, and she's got a maiden on her side.

Summer: Ruby, I never even saw the Relics. I never met a Maiden. I was born into a quiet life, and disappeared, with the amount of people knowing where I was able to be counted a hand that's lost three fingers.

Summer: You have gone so far and beyond what I did. I- I don't know that full story, obviously, but it feels like you're putting all the blame on yourself. You're amazing. You're strong, and smart, and kind.

Summer: Ruby Ginosa Rose. You are my Daughter, and I love you. I don't know what you have to do, but please, please don't let go of yourself completely just yet.

Ruby: ...

Summer: I can only imagine how hard it's been on you, But I trust you to pull through. You've gotten help if you've got a team at your back. Even if you don't, someone else will. Try and find the people that would keep walking after you fall and try to team up with them. you'll make even bigger strides together.

Ruby: ... Thanks Mom. I ... I needed to hear that. Thank you.

Summer: ...

Ruby: ... Yang's got a girlfriend!

Summer: That's great to know Ruby, But I think it's time for you to head back out.

Ruby: *Beginning to fade from this place* Yeah, YEah! I can do this, The world can do this! Thanks Mom! Love you!

Summer: I love you too rosebud, and Tell Yang I miss and Love her a lot too!

Ruby: *Continuing to fade*

Summer: Oh and one more thing!

Ruby: *Almost gone to the Blacksmith* Hmm?

Summer: If I see you within the next Fifty Years You are grounded Missy!

Ruby: *Fully disappearing* You got it Mom-

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Red Binding 2

Maribat March Day 2: Signals

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First *** Next

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He hated this!

He hated the fact that he woke up, by being dumped into a burning liquid. Hated that he was wrapped and bound so he had to claw himself out. Hated how the water forced itself into his lungs as he tried to break the waters surface.

Why does this all keep happening to him?

He hasn’t seen or even heard Plagg since the cemetery. And now he was coughing up acid green liquid, as every inch of him burned.

Someone charged at him and he attacked on instinct. He was able to take the knife from his attacker, and he stabbed them. He made sure that they couldn’t get back up, but he didn’t kill them. No they were alive, severely wounded, but alive.

Behind you, duck.

He did as he was told and a second assailant flew over him. He never saw them, but trusted Plagg’s words. Once he did have eyes on them, he quickly defeated them.

Step right. Turn.

Again he trusted Plagg’s instructions and a pair of people emerged this time. They continued to fight, Plagg’s warnings and signals aiding him. He wasn’t perfect, as the kick to his ribs, and the blade that dug into his arm, proved, but he was good enough to stay standing.

He fought for what felt like hours, bodies strewn all over the floor, but he hadn’t taken a life. The knife in his hand started to slip, as it did he flicked it back firmly in his palm.

"We must work on your inability to kill, but overall." A woman, the same voice he heard before, stepped out of the shadows. "You have potential."

Jason watched her. She didn’t approach further, she didn’t look like she would attack him, she stood there waiting.

Lazarus. Plagg's normal drawl was replaced with a hissing growl was terrifying it nearly scared him enough that he would have flinched, but he faced the woman. She is an Al Ghul.

"Al Ghul." He whispered, his voice hoarse from coughing up the water, and maybe even from the beating he took from Joker. The woman smiled, an evil glint in her dark brown eyes.

"Now how do you know that name?" She waited for him to answer, but he wasn’t about to tell her. "No matter follow me."The momentary astonishment gone, replaced by nothing.

The woman turned on her heels and started to walk away, a small motion with her hand the only indication she wanted him to follow her. But she’s given him no reason to trust her so he just stared at her not moving an inch. Plagg’s tone still rang in his head, although he’s begging him to say something, he staying quiet. He wishes that Plagg would say some thing, any thing. To give hima signal of whether he could trust this woman, but now he’s quiet. The woman turned around having not heard him follow, quick even steps walked up to him.

"I promise you, you will not die tonight. They have already let you die once, but I was there to help you." Her voice and words were sweet, but they didn't sit well with him.

"That doesn’t mean you won’t kill me." His temper was beginning to flair, his words pointed at her. Jason looked up at her, staring right at her gripping the knife, challenging her. But she did something unexpected, she laughed.

"You are more interesting than I originally thought. You will do well to serve as a shadow."

"Why did you bring me here? Why go through all this trouble? What is this place?" It pissed him off, like she could know what will happen and he can't do anything about it. The woman slightly crouched forward to look at him straight in the eye.

"You are with the league of shadows, I will make you into a shadow that will rival even the Batman himself. I can make it so that no one can hurt you ever again." The woman’s voice was sweet,luring him into a sense of safety, Plagg’s warning still echoed in his mind getting softer, as she placed a light hand on his shoulder. "I can make it so no one can ever abandon you again."

He wants to believe her, her words make total sense, except they don’t.

He was never abandoned, at least not by those he cared enough to let into his life. Bruce didn’t abandon him, he was the one who took him off of the streets. Alfred never abandoned him, in fact when Jason arrived at the manor he made sure that Jason was welcomed. Dick never abandon him either, Dick accepted Jason not only has his little brother, but evenas Robin. They didn’t abandon him, he ran away, he abandoned them. He ran away, and he died, and now this giant separation makes him feel guilty. He knows he survived Joker, Plagg made sure he survived the bomb, after that. But after the bomb, before the coffin he has no memory of anything.

Yet this woman claims she had a hand in it.

"Even if I were to believe you." He spoke up looking past her, to where he knows the exit, to where he can run free himself. "How did I survive all that?" He tried to stall, to make a plan.

He knows it’s a longshot, but it’s one he’s willing to take right now.

The woman sighed and stood back up. "It was a gamble, one that did pay off, it was the waters of the Lazarus pit that were able to heal you, I’m sure you were close to death. The waters making it appear so, that way no one would question the funeral. Yet you were still alive, still healing, and all we had to do was wait."

"So what if the Joker beat up another kid and you would’ve taken them?"

"This is neither the time nor place to discuss this." She grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt collar and started dragging him out of the cave. He dug in his heels, but she was stronger than she looked. "To answer your question, no, you were the target."

He stopped fighting in that moment.

Why me why go after me? Was it for the money, are they after Bruce? No Robin, they went after me as Robin. So they are after Batman?

You need to ask the right questions, kitten. Plagg then decided to start talking once again. If you are where I think you are, you have to be ready to fight like your life depends on it.

But…

No buts. Plagg’s voice absolute in his mind. Learn what you can, and use that to make your escape.

"This will be your room." The woman opened the door, and let him inside. The room is small with a bed tucked into the corner, a dresser was next to it with a single lamp on top of it. "Tomorrow you will meet your teachers, they are the ones responsible for your training, but it will be your own prerogative to stay alive."

The woman promptly closed the door behind her and left on silent steps.

Jason wanted so badly to fall asleep, but question just kept swimming in his mind.

"Plagg, I’m scared." He was barely able to whisper, as tears started to burn his eyes. He’s not sure if it’s because he was just uprooted from the only place he knew, the fact of his death finally catching up to him, or the fact that he knows everyone who cared for him thinks he’s dead.

You have every right to be scared kitten, I get it, this place can kill you if you show emotions, if you show any weaknesses. Plagg floated in front of him, his paws resting on the tip of his nose. This place might not have been ideal, but it might be possible to get you to the order from here.

"Order? Like the one from the story?"

The same one kitten. If there is ever any chance that I can get you there, I'll take it, you just need to follow my signals.

Jason climbed into the bed, sleep already overtaking him. "Plagg, promise me you’ll never leave me alone, that you will help me."

You are my kitten. I'll be here for you.

"I like to know that you’re with me Plagg, I trust you." Jason mumbled, his eyes were already closed and sleep was quickly taking over him.

Plagg curled up next to the boy, every fiber of his being telling him he was doing the right thing. That this child, no his chosen, will live. He will make it through this hellhole and will escape.

"Not even the Supreme themselves can take me away from you." He promised as he watched his kritten fall fitfully into sleep.

Next

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My Charmed (1998) Hot Takes

*Spoilers* (Even Though It’s Been 25 Years- Just Saying)

1. Prue was overpowered

I know that Prue is the oldest and the oldest sister is supposed to be the most powerful, but the development of their powers was just very all over the place with how fast they learned to use them. Prue seemed to master her powers exponentially faster than the other sisters.

For example in the very first episode Prue moves cream from a cup into her coffee. This is moments after she finds out about her powers- yet it takes Paige an extended amount of time before she is able to orb liquids even though she and Prue have basically the same power (and due to the yelling and orbing aspect of Paige’s power it seems like it should have been easier).

There’s also the episode of ‘Secrets and Guys’ in the FIRST SEASON where we see Prue cleaning with her powers and controlling multiple different tools at one time without difficulty- she is literally talking to Phoebe and Piper and is preoccupied and is still able to do this.

Before we even reach the end of the first season Prue has already discovered her ability to control her powers through her hands as well as her eyes. And by the 9th episode of the second season she discovers she can astral project. Which she is already capable of doing intentionally within a few episodes- even though she can’t do it while awake (until episode 5 of season 3).

While the sisters did all develop their powers well I feel like in terms of weaknesses they did not really give Prue that many. There was the whole thing with her being prideful but as a whole her powers didn’t seem to have any bounds after a certain point.

The only time we really see her powers not working well is when there is something blocking their powers all together. Vs with Piper things don’t stay frozen forever, she can only freeze inside a certain range, her freezes can be fought through, etc.

And obviously Phoebe didn’t have an active power until she developed the ability to levitate.

Idk feel free to disagree but I feel that Prue was a little overpowered

2. Cole Deserved a Redemption Arc

Don’t get me wrong I’m not excusing Cole’s behavior in the later seasons. However I do wish that the Cole storyline had gone slightly different and that Phoebe and Cole ended up together.

I personally never was able to get into the Coop storyline- it felt very unemotional to me. And it may have been because Cole was around much longer.

“But Cole was evil! He never changed!”

I beg to differ, up until around the last season he was on the show almost everything that kept Cole evil was out of his control.

He tried to give up his powers originally but was tricked into killing a witch (or he was possessed, I don’t remember). He never wanted to become the source, he was manipulated by The Seer. And even after the source took over we still see Cole inside fighting to be good like when he saves Paige.

And he even tried AGAIN to give up the powers of The Source but Phoebe was manipulated into stopping him.

He genuinely was trying to be good so often and I feel like a lot of it was just that he was dealt a shitty hand.

I think that up until the point where he clearly stopped caring about Phoebe’s wellbeing (like when he is willing to let Paige die and keep Phoebe mummified) he deserved a redemption arc and I wish he had gotten one,

However I think the storyline was ended due to Julian wanting to leave the show and not because of the writers.

(Also I just loved Cole as a character and I cry every time they vanquish him in the apartment)

3. I Didn’t Like Dan

This one is short and sweet

I didn’t like Dan

He’s not an asshole, He was super good to Piper

I just didn’t like him 🤷🏻‍♀️

4. Leo and Piper Shouldn’t Have Gotten Back Together

This one is going to sound kind of hypocritical after the Cole take but I feel like after Leo left to become an elder he and Piper shouldn’t have gotten back together.

Like you’re telling me after all the shit you two went through to be together you’re going to just fuck off to become an elder????

And this is never fully explained honestly; it’s just that “oh it’s not that simple it’s not my choice.” But they never really explained WHY it just seemed like a stupid excuse.

And honestly after all of that shit I know they wouldn’t have had time to give Piper another love interest (which she deserved) and I loved Chris but idk I feel like Piper and Leo shouldn’t have gotten back together-

They can keep Leo around but I don’t think after all of that shit that they should have ended up together

5. Billie and Christy Should Have Had a Different Ending

This is a one or the other kind of thing.

I think Christy should have gotten a redemption arc OR they should have given Billie a bigger corruption arc and killed them both.

I don’t think the ending was BAD I think it was tragic that Billie lost her sister after trying so hard to find her and finding out that she wasn’t who she used to be which made for a good plot point-

But I feel like if they had had more time and things were written a little differently I would have liked to see Christy eventually get redeemed (I mean the girl was brainwashed by the Triad from the time she was a kid cut her some slack). But I know there wasn’t really enough time for that.

However the other option is I think to stick with the strong sisterly love thing that Billie should have had a bigger corruption arc and went down with her sister- or at the very least accidentally died with her or refused to leave her or something.

I will definitely be posting more Charmed content

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can I request you do a Tim Drake x reader where the reader is a spider-like anti-hero that is infamous for getting on batman's bad side due to their methods (i.e. hurting bad people like r*pists, etc.) as well as criticizing him for his techniques, and Tim one day bringing them to the manor after a night of patrol and how the batfam reacts? [can you use 21, 8, 15, 28, 31, 32, 19, 35, 26, 17, 3, 1 & 25 from the neutral prompts; 23 from the angsts prompts; and 1, 27, 34 from the fluff prompts]

I'm so sorry this is pretty long, you can cut out any prompts if you'd like wefhsdkj anyways, have a nice day/night & I love your writing!

Pairing: Anti-Hero! and Gender Neutral! Reader x Tim Drake/Red Robin

Prompts: ϐ1: "“Hmmm, what if-” “Oh no, don’t you start that sentence, don’t you dare make that face." ϐ3: "Go on, keep calling me names, see what happens." ϐ8: "FINALLY! Someone who gets me!” “They literally just breathed.” “It was a sigh and fuck you.” ϐ15: "Are you fucking kidding me?” “No, not in the slightest” ϐ17: "She is my favorite sister.” “I’m not even your sister.” “Not yet.” ϐ19: “Are you insane?” “Most likely.” ϐ21: “You’re late.” “You see I would have been on time, but I was kinda keen on not dying.” ϐ25: “You, my friend, are going down a very dark path.” “Well, the light is broken.” ϐ26: “Get the fuck off of my car.” “Say please.” “Please get your fucking ass off of my fucking car” “that’s not very nice” “I’m done.” ϐ28: “And here I was thinking you were dead.” “As if death could be so lucky to be blessed with my presence.” ϐ31: “IS THAT A KITTY!” “Be quiet, we are supposed to observe and report!” “But the kitty…” ϐ32: “Shock me,” “I would but I’m afraid it’d kill you, old man.” ϐ35: “You know it’s very nice to be wanted.” “NOT BY THE FUCKING FBI DAMN IT!” ✢23: “Heroes die young anyways, might as well live as a villain.” ☙1: “I honestly don’t think there’s anyone I ever loved as much as I love you.” ☙27: “I love every damned piece of you no matter what anyone else says.” ☙34: “Damn you smell really nice.”

Content: Cursing, fluff, antics and Batfamily shenanigans. (This is technically what you asked for but also not. I just couldn't help myself with the chaotic batfam scenario sorry if this isn't what you were expecting!"

Word Count: 2,132

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Life is complicated, especially since people are so bizarre. They have the capability for good and, unfortunately, for evil. And evil tended to rein from what you had seen in life.

It was part of the reason why you decided to become a vigilante of sorts. Part of the reason why you went out in the middle of the night and fought for justice for those who couldn't fight back.

Batman and the rest of the bats wouldn't do what it takes to keep the people of Gotham safe. The vulnerable people of Gotham, the working girls, boys and in-betweens... the people who don't follow the social norms with gender and career.

You chose to help others in a way that the bats couldn't. Killing of course wasn't something you did, that would defeat your purpose. These people- how could you even call them people? These scum, needed to be taught a lesson. And you would make sure it got through, even if it meant you ended up with some bruises and broken bones as well.

This, of course, put you on the big bat's bad side. He didn't see you as an enemy, but he certainly didn't like your actions. However, this did not apply to all of the bats.

"You're late." He sighed.

Rolling your eyes, you tilted your head back. Shrugging you smiled at him lazily.

“You see I would have been on time, but I was kinda keen on not dying.”

He turned to you and a wicked smile slid onto your face. Even with his mask on you could see his seething glare. Rolling off of the heating unit, you flipped to land on your feet before walking towards him.

"Come on Red, can't you take a joke?"

Red Robin did not reply, and you sighed. Maybe you should have tried to take this more seriously. After all he wanted you to officially meet the rest of the bats.

"Alright," You began, "I'm sorry."

Red Robin sighed; eyes narrowed as he looked you over before shaking his head.

"Are you insane?"

Instantly speaking before he could continue, "Most likely?"

He laughed slightly and you bounced a bit before speaking once again, “Hmmm, what if-”

“Oh no, don’t you start that sentence, don’t you dare make that face."

Hopping closer to him you leaned in and opened you mouth to say something, noting the slowly appearing smile on his face. Before opening your mouth, however you took a breath in, and words spilled from you.

"Damn, you smell nice."

He paused for a moment, and you met his gaze before smiling at him and leaning in even more. It hadn't been long since your friendship had officially morphed into something more and every little since of affection seemed to make Red Robin- Tim, it made him nervous.

“I honestly," You began looking at him a mischievous smile on your face, "don’t think there’s anyone I ever loved as much as I love you.”

He took a step back and you looked at him raising an eyebrow.

"Is something wrong Red? You want me to meet them because we're together, right?"

He didn't reply, in fact he looked away from you and you paused. All jokes aside you did love him. You did care about what he said and how he felt. It hurt a bit, him ignoring your question.

"Or" You began letting your mind speak before you thought it through, "do you want to know how they seem me before you decided how you feel?"

He paused again and you sighed, you knew he didn't always know what to say to your antics and fears.

"Please tell me that I'm wrong, Red. I-i want you to reassure me. Say things- things like... I love every damned piece of you no matter what anyone else says.”

He finally looked to you and nodded slowly. Clearing his throat, he took a step towards you, and you smiled.

"I do, I do. I'm- I'm just-"

"Nervous?" You asked watching as his hands fluttered and his body twitched.

"Yeah."

Moving so there was no space between you, you leaned against him.

"It's okay, I get it. If things don't go well, you can just say it's your rebellious phase."

Tim laughed and you smiled at him, grabbing onto his arm you began pulling him across the roof top.

"Come on lover boy, we've got somewhere we need to be."

It did not take long for the two of you to arrive at the vast estate of the Wayne family. Nor did it take long for you to reach the front door. Opening it, that was another matter though. Voices seemed to blast from within and you had to bite your lip to keep your composure.

"Go on, keep calling me names, see what happens!" A voice yelled.

"As if you can do anything Thomas!" A younger voice replied, and you almost turned to Tim who sighed before yanking on the doorknob.

You peeked your head into the manor to see dimly lit rooms and straight ahead a tv screen blazing. Wandering in you found two boys sprawled across the couch just in front of the tv.

“Get the fuck off of my car.” The young Wayne boy, Damian remarked.

A controller pinned in his hands as he glared at another boy.

“Say please.” The other remarked and you recalled his name, Duke.

Damian glared before seething, “Please get your fucking ass off of my fucking car.”

“That’s not very nice.”

Throwing the controller down, Damian shook his head scowling, “I’m done.”

"Where on earth did Robin hear that language?" You snorted.

"Jason probably," Tim sighed.

There was silence before a voice shouted in reply sending you into a pearl of giggles.

"You're one to talk pretender!"

Tim rolled his eyes as he gestured to the boys in front of the two of you.

"These are some of my family members. Duke is a daylighter so you probably haven't seen much of him, and you already know that Damian is Robin."

Duke looked up before blinking a few times, you smiled and waved, and Duke's face went blank as he waved back. Damian raised his head for a second spotting you and scoffing.

"Hello, L/N. Still wasting your time with Drake I see."

Tim's hands were on your make moving you towards the kitchen as your jaw dropped at Damian's comment. Clearly, he did not want to deal with his younger sibling today.

Tim pushed the kitchen door open and sitting on the counter a carton settled in her lap was an unfamiliar girl. She blinked before smiling upon noticing the two of you.

'Hi' She signed, and you tilted your head.

"This is Cass, you probably know her as Black Bat though."

Your eyes nearly popped out of your head as you looked to Tim your jaw dropping. Her? Black Bat? Wow. You had been dying to meet her.

"Wow," You breathed out stepping forwards, "Uh Hi! I'm Y/n. Woah, yeah uhm sorry. I've just heard a lot about you and- and I'm a big fan."

Cass blinked; her pale cheeks being tinted with the slightest pink as she tucked her hair behind her ear hiding part of it from view. Suddenly, she quickly began signing and you shook your head trying to keep up but being unable to.

"Huh, yeah. You're right Cass. I should show them the cave." Tim muttered, he then looked to you and weakly smiled, "Do you want to see the bat cave?"

You nodded rapidly. While you wanted to stay and talk with Cass, you doubted you'd be able to keep up an actual conversation and you really didn't want her to feel uncomfortable.

"Alright, this way. And just down the stairs."

“IS THAT A KITTY!” Spoiler's voice echoed through the comms.

“Be quiet," Batwing hissed "we are supposed to observe and report!”

“But the kitty…”

A sense of surprise raced over you. You really didn't expect to hear things like that. You were almost certain that patrols were serious and yet, here was Spoiler surprising you. Continuing your descent, you made it to the bottom of the stairs to find an unmasked Batman at the computer with a civilian Red Hood behind him waving his hands.

"Shock me." Bat- no Bruce sighed.

"I would but I'm afraid it'd kill you, old man." Red Hood snorted.

You laughed and he turned to you before laughing as well, “And here I was thinking you were dead.”

“As if death could be so lucky to be blessed with my presence.”

Bruce ignored the two of you, eyes locked on the screen and Red Hood- no Jason, looked at you.

“Heroes die young anyways, might as well live as a villain.” He said reaching his fist out, "right?"

"If anyone's like a villain between the two of you it's gotta be Y/N." Bruce mumbled.

"What? Why? I was a drug lord and killed tons of people." Jason questioned his nosed scrunched up in confusion.

"They castrated a man in broad daylight," Was Oracle's calm response that echoed through the cave cleaving it into silence. A smile nearly jumped onto Jason's face as he turned to you.

"Are you fucking kidding me?”

“No," Tim sighed, "not in the slightest.”

"You castrated a man?"

Heat flushed your cheeks, and you waved your hands spitting out a defense, "He was using his dick for bad things! He deserved it."

"It was more than one, and you are now wanted." Bruce Wayne sighed rubbing his temples.

Your reply was instant, “You know it’s very nice to be wanted.”

“NOT BY THE FUCKING FBI DAMN IT!” Tim bellowed turning towards you his eyes wide.

A sheepish grin was on your face as you batted your eyes at him, and Tim let out a groan. Shaking his head, he gestured towards the stairs.

"I think we're done with the Batcave."

You sighed before scowling and moving towards the stairs. However, before you could even raise your foot to the first step you heard Bruce Wayne's booming voice.

"It was nice to meet you Y/N. I hope you keep making Tim happy."

Looking over your shoulder you smiled brightly, meeting the bat's face before nodding.

"Oh, trust me. I will."

Jason burst into a fit of laughter and Tim suddenly was pushing against your back and forcing you up the stairs. You had just made it into the hall when, yet another bat began coming your way.

“You, my friend, are going down a very dark path.” Harper remarked a phone tucked into the crook of her neck.

“Well, the light is broken.” You heard someone reply and you sighed.

Harper turned to look at you before her eyes lit up, "Gotta go, I'll see you later."

She then abruptly hung up before spinning towards you and Tim. She pointed at you and then at Tim her eyebrows raised. Shaking her head, she smiled brightly.

"FINALLY! Someone who gets me!” Harper exclaimed.

Tim looked to her an eyebrow raised, “They literally just breathed.”

“It was a sigh and fuck you.”

"She is my favorite sister.” You snorted.

Harper looked at you confused, “I’m not even your sister.”

You smiled before turning towards Tim, “Not yet.”

A delighted look appeared on Harper's face as she looked you over before turning towards Tim.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well-" You began a wicked grin on your face.

Tim grabbed your arm and began pulling you towards the door, "I think that's enough for tonight. Bye Harper!"

Harper giggled in reply and Tim continued pulling you towards the door. Only to be stopped by a request from Alfred Pennyworth.

"I do hope that you will bring Mx Y/N for Sunday dinner Master Timothy. It will be a far better setting for them to get acquainted with everyone."

Tim sighed, his head hanging as you held back a laugh. He nodded and half turned towards Alfred with his hand weakly waving.

"Of course."

"Goodbye Alfred!" You shouted causing the butler to turn towards you a small smile on his face.

"Farewell Mx Y/N. I do hope you have an enjoyable rest of your evening!"

You continued to wave as Tim pulled you out the door. Finally, the door closed, and Tim let out a haggard sigh.

"So," You began causing him to look at you, "Sunday dinner? I'm pretty sure I didn't get to meet everyone after all."

Tim closed his eyes before pressing his hand to his face, "Damn it."

Another giggle escaped you and you grabbed onto his arm patting it slightly before shaking your head a smile stretched across your face.

"Damn it!" He said again and you laughed.

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[homerforsure]

Encompassed: Coda for 6:10 In a Flash

Edit: Now on AO3 because I love attention

Pain arrives in increments. 

First, the headache that reminds him of how long it's been since he last ate, drank, slept. The nagging, insistent squeeze that doesn’t go away even when Maddie sees him rubbing his temples and offers him the bottle of ibuprofen she keeps in her purse. 

Next, it’s one sharp stab in the center of his chest, when his son, just a goddamn kid, asks the question he’s had to ask too many times before.

“Is he going to be okay?” 

“You know your Buck. He’s- He never gives up. Not ever.”

“Are you scared?”

“Yeah, buddy. Yeah, I’m scared.”

“Me too.” 

Panic tastes metallic at first and then like the sea as Eddie sobs silently on the edge of his bed before slipping down to the floor. He digs his fingernails into his arms and the fresh pain is an anchor, keeping him from spinning away in the churning dark. He’s gonna die He’s gonna die He’s gonna die He’s gonna die He’s gonna die. 

Then it’s the weight of a bruise–technically three, four bruises maybe, but they all throb in time over his shoulder and down his arm and across his back and over his hip and thigh. If he’d been wearing a tank, he would have been fucked, cracked ribs and all. But maybe then he would have gotten to stay. He’d submit to the white and blue gown if it meant he could stay. 

Hugging his son is a good ache, one that tugs on all the others and soothes them at the same time until he hears a request that feels like fingertips pressing into every place that already hurts.

“I want to see Buck.”

“Maybe later.”

“There might not be a later!”

They fall asleep together in a shitty hospital chair after Christopher cries out every last ounce of pain into Eddie’s shirt and Eddie picks it up and holds onto it for him because that’s what it means to be a dad. 

“He told me he wasn’t going anywhere.”

The crick in his neck afterward is a mockery of the rest of his pain and, god, does Eddie feel all of it when Hen takes Christopher to the bathrooms and to get a snack and he realizes that somehow, he’s alone.

No. 

Not alone.

With Buck.

Because Buck is still in there. Eddie pounded on his chest to drag him back and the proof of it is in green lines on screens and shrill little beeps that slice at his sanity like death by a thousand cuts. 

He’s crushed breathless with pain now. Not a heart attack. Heart break. It might kill him just the same. 

“You said that to me too, you know,” he says as though they’re shoulder to shoulder with beers in hand. It’s always so much easier to say what he means when he doesn’t have to look Buck in the eye while he does it. “You said you weren’t going anywhere.” 

Buck moved toward the door and Eddie’s heart stuttered even as he sniffed, fighting to right himself and pretend he hadn’t just destroyed his house and possibly his reputation in the eyes of his son and his best friend. “Thanks. Thanks for coming,” Eddie said. “I can call you tomorrow. Let you know…” 

He’ll never forget the look that Buck gave him as he slipped off his shoes and pulled his key out of the front door lock where he’d left it in his frenzied run inside. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said. And he hadn’t.

His fingers tangle in the blanket that sticks to the calluses on his hands and he doesn’t take Buck’s hand. Eddie knows how they fit together. His skin tingles with the memory of Buck’s too weak grip when he lay under the truck, later of Buck thinking he could squeeze hard enough to make Eddie give up and leave him alone when he fought through physical therapy, later still giving Eddie something solid to hold onto during his own recovery. What he doesn’t know is how it might feel to take Buck’s hand for no reason at all. He was thinking that he had time to figure out what it means that he’s been wondering about it more and more. 

“Tomorrow isn’t promised to anyone.”

“That kid,” he starts, coughs, tries again. “That kid needs you.”

Christopher is three for four on people he loves going into an ambulance and coming back out of the hospital again. Buck skews the average. Buck always comes out of it okay. He always- He always- 

“I need you.” 

This time the hurt is everywhere. It starts in his marrow and spreads hot through his bones and tissue. It flows through him like blood, perfusing his organs, flooding every cavity in a tide that can’t be staunched. It’s like every part of him that ever held love for Buck has been set on fire and now wails out in helpless, screaming agony. And there’s nothing he can do. 

Nothing, 

Except. 

Eddie grabs onto Buck like a lifeline, grasping his forearm and squeezing like he can pull him out of this with one good heave. He might never let go. Not until Buck wakes up and squeezes back.

#911 spoilers #911 fic #buddie fic #6:10 coda #eddie diaz fic #i never do this #but #here we are #allison writes #911 fanfic

[jedimaesteryoda]

"I'd waited long enough. I hated watching Robert stumble to your bed every night, always wondering if maybe this night he'd decide to claim his rights as husband." -ASOS, Jaime IX Jaime Lannister put a hand on the king's shoulder, but the king shoved him away hard. Lannister stumbled and fell. The king guffawed. "The great knight. I can still knock you in the dirt. Remember that, Kingslayer." He slapped his chest with the jeweled goblet, splashing wine all over his satin tunic. "Give me my hammer and not a man in the realm can stand before me!" -AGOT, Sansa II

Jaime and Robert's relationship can be described as one of mutual jealousy in spite of their similarities. Both are noted warrior who killed Targaryens in relationships with Cersei, and down to having children killed with Robert ordering Dany's murder and Jaime pushing Bran out a window.

Robert secretly envied Jaime for being the image of what Robert once was in his youth before he had gone to seed: the handsome, prodigious warrior. Jaime envied Robert for being married to Cersei and being able to lay with her whenever he wanted as well as being celebrated for killing a Targaryen.

Craven, Jaime thought, as Brienne fought to stifle her moans. Can it be? They took my sword hand. Was that all I was, a sword hand? Gods be good, is it true? -ASOS, Jaime IV "Rhaegar … Rhaegar won, damn him. I killed him, Ned, I drove the spike right through that black armor into his black heart, and he died at my feet. They made up songs about it. Yet somehow he still won. He has Lyanna now, and I have her." The king drained his cup. -AGOT, Eddard X

Jaime didn't know that killing Rhaegar never brought Robert any peace as it didn't replace the loss of Lyanna anymore than his marriage to Cersei. Robert never realized that in spite of being the handsome, famously skilled knight he wished he still was, it didn't bring Jaime any happiness. If anything, Jaime built his whole identity around his martial ability, and wanted to die after losing his hand.

They also share a lack of self-awareness with Jaime saying people only hate him for killing Aerys when he pushed a child out a window, and Robert saying his marriage was failing because Lyanna was the only woman for him rather than him being a shitty husband.

Jaime loses his famous martial ability as Robert does, but where they differ is how they choose to respond. While initially, Jaime has the same ableist attitude as Robert with regards to debilitating injuries, ie better to die than be a cripple, he moves past that.

When Robert lost his martial ability, he didn't try to find new skills like in administering his realm. He just drank, feasted, hunted and whored dumping all the responsibility of ruling onto his Hands. He also isn't active in his kids' lives, dumping that onto Cersei and the septas. After losing his hand, Jaime worked on rebuilding his identity, and learns to use his head in solving problems rather than his sword exemplified by his taking Riverrun without battle. Jaime tries to be more active in his kids' lives such as when he gives emotional support to Tommen and backs him against Cersei. He chooses to be kore active in politics and do what Robert should have dine to check Cersei. He also tries to adhere to the values he once looked up to in his youth.

I thought that I was the Warrior and Cersei was the Maid, but all the time she was the Stranger, hiding her true face from my gaze. -AFFC, Jaime IV

Jaime later realizes that Cersei wasn't all she was cracked up to be, and by AFFC, he effectively dumps her. He seems to be doing what Robert didn't do, and moving on with someone else who interestingly enough, is the image of Lyanna: a highborn girl who loves chivalry, swords and participates in a tourney.

#asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #house lannister #jaime lannister #robert baratheon

[misguidedasgardian]

The White Dragon (24)

24. The North Remembers

MASTERLIST

Summary: The Strong boys arrive in Winterfell, but deadly news arrives just behind them. 

Pairings: main Harwin Strong x Fem!Targaryen reader

Warnings: cursing, medieval and A song of ice and Fire AU customs, war, politics, usurping thrones, you know the drill. Crying, mourning, ANGST, so…. let’s do this

+18, MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 3.6 k

Notes: Sorry for leaving you all like that! anyways… here comes the drama

His legs almost gave out when he landed in the Dragonpit. Vhagar was whining continuously, her neck was really messed up, it was a wonder Vhaelar didn’t manage to decapitate her. Vhagar rested her head on the floor, and Aemond left her in the care of the dragon masters. 

Aemond entered the keep, shaking, clothes still soaked and clinging into him like the crippling guilt that was clawing at his chest. 

He entered the castle with one direction in mind, he sat in a chair in the small council meeting, it was the middle of the night, but he had to wait until the morning to meet everyone 

And there is where he sat, from the middle of the night to the early morning. He had lost control of Vhagar, and Vhagar had fought Vhaelar and killed her. Her half-sister was dead, because of him, Aemma, he was never going to forgive him. And if there hasen{t been a war declaration be now, now it was certainly coming

He started the war

He had killed the woman who had always defended him, who had make him believe they truly could be a family, that he thought she even loved him, the one who taught him about politics, and war, and strategy

People were going to call him the Kinslayer, not worthy of trust, without honor and with a thirst for blood, those were only a few phrases that will follow him for the rest of his life. 

And Aemma

She was going to kill him, she was never going to forgive him, he killed her mother. 

And before he knew, it was morning, and the small council members entered following his mother, all of them surprised to see him there

“Aemond”, called Alicent, reached him and touched his shoulder, “What is going on? Are you alright?”, he barely shook his head

“What happened in Storm’s End boy?”, asked Otto

“I was securing the marriage proposal for Daeron and…”

“Aemond you will tell us…”

“Princess (Y/N) arrived at Storm’s End, with Jacaerys”, they shared concern looks

“Aemond…”

“She and her dragon are dead”. He said, “Vhagar fought them, bit her wing, and they sank into the Shipwreck Bay”. Alicent gasps loudly, taking a hand to cover her mouth

“Aemond what did you do?

He had to be the one to tell Aemma, he had to. If somebody else does, she will never look at him again, he believes she would truly try to kill him, and he would let her. 

“Did you actually see her die?”, asked Otto, “did you saw Vhaelar drowning?”

“She sank in the water!”, explained Aemond, “dragons don’t swim!”

“We will have to wait”, Alicent said, “maybe she isn’t…”

“Jacaerys already reached Dragonstone, I’m certain, it won’t be long until we have news…”, he said 

“This might be a blessing in disguise”, said Otto, “like we said, she was Rhaenyra’s greatest ally…”, started Otto, but Aemond couldn’t stand it anymore and stood up. But Alicent grabbed him

“Aemma can’t know”, she said hastily. He only nodded and left the room 

“This means war!”, said someone 

Aemond wanted to tell Aemma what had happened, but he didn’t find the strength, he didn’t have it, how could he tell the love of his life that he lost control of his dragon and killed her mother?, and besides, he had orders now, he couldn’t tell her. He walked towards her sister’s chambers, something told him he will find them there

“Helaena”, she cried into her lap, “I’m so scared”, her hand gently caressed her hair

“Don’t be…”, she tried to relax her 

“They are going to kill me”, she cried, “I’m frightened”

“Aemond won’t allow it”, she said gently, “I won’t allow it, I’m queen now, you know?” 

The doors opened suddenly making Aemma cry out, every time they did the young princess thought they were a group of soldiers ready to drag her by her hair and then take her head. Aemma hid her face on Helaena’s lap, and she hugged her protectively. 

“Please don’t let them take me”, she cried. 

“Aemond”, Helaena called, so Aemma raised her head to look at him. 

“Sister, Princess Aemma”, he called with a shy smile. 

“You look terrible brother”, Helaena said, with her eyes wide open

“I flew through a storm”, he said. Aemma looked at him with her big eyes, he looked like a ghost, like the shade of a men he used to be, “it was horrible”

“I think you need a warm bath”, Aemma said with a faint smile, “that will make you feel better”, nothing could make me feel better. He thought bitterly

“I think so too, I’ll have my maids prepare one”, he said dismissively. He thought that seeing them both, and his nephews would help him, would cheer him up, but none of that happened. One day Aemma was going to find out what he did, and she would never look at him the same way, the way she was looking at him now, with those big green eyes full of wonder and admiration. She was going to hate him with all she had when she found out

So in the meantime he had to make sure she could never hate him

Jacaerys was still shaking when he landed in Dragonstone, but not because he was soaked from head to toe, but because of how close he had been to being devoured. Her aunt was dead because she protected him. He looked towards the castle and wondered how he was going to tell everyone what had happened… He will have to tell Harwin, his real father, that because of him, his wife was dead.

He entered the hall where everyone was gathered, they had been receiving letters of support for smaller houses near King’s landing, and they were planning accordingly, sadly, their biggest allies were further away.

“Lucerys has arrived in the Eyrie”, he heard his mother say, “we have an alliance with the Arryns” 

“Great, we are still waiting on confirmation from the North, they should be arriving anytime now”, someone else said, but Jacaerys didn’t listen, he couldn't. “With their support, and if we got Lord Borros the Greens don’t have even half the realm, that threat can make them retreat from their position”. Nobody paid attention to him  as he entered slowly, not even the Queen’s guard that had to announce him, with a ghostly presence.

“Either way, what terms of surrender can we offer them? they have the capital!, surrender and we pardon your lives? they are two male heirs and Aegon had two sons, there is too many to not represent a threat”, Daemon explained, “We will have to kill them all”

“No blood shall be unnecessary spilled”, said Rhaenyra, “first we must gather the great houses…”, and then her mother saw him across the Hall, “Jacaerys”, Rhaenyra called for him. And he raised his head, and everyone in the room looked at him, “what happened?”, she asked, looking at his pale face, “what did lord Borros say?”, she asked, “where is the princess?”

Jacaerys looked at everyone that didn’t belonged to his family, and Rhaenyra understood

“All those who are not targaryen or married to one leave the room”, she demanded, and all the knights and lords, even the guards abandoned the hall slowly, sharing looks. Jacaerys was so weak he had to lean into the table for stability. 

“What happened boy?”, Harwin asked.  

“What happened? Speak!”, demanded his mother 

“We arrived in Storm’s End, a storm was breaking out, and… we saw Vhagar there”

“The greens”, Rhaenyra whispered 

“They were also asking for Lord Borros support, through a marriage packed between Daeron and one of Lord Borro’s daughters”

“Who the fuck is Daeron?”, asked Daemon

“Alicent Hightower’s fourth son”

“The fuck?”

“He was raised in Oldtown as a squire”, explained Rhaenyra

“Jacaerys, continue”, demanded Harwin

“The princess offered Maekar’s hand instead”, he continued, “Lord Borros does seem interested… but, Aemond throw a knife at me, insisted I should put out my eye”

“You eye?”, asked Rhaenyra

“As payment for his… The Princess stopped him”, he said, “and told me to go, it was getting dangerous, I obeyed her, as the princess stayed to negotiate with Lord Borros, Aemond told us he was going to marry Aemma, with or without her. Vermax couldn’t fly very fast through the storm, and Aemond must have sneaked out of the Hall”, Jace’s eyes started filling with tears

“Aemond started chasing me”, told Jace, all the members of the Targaryen family were there, listening, “Vhagar, he played with us like we were some toy, he was toying with us, laughing and chasing us… I managed to lose him in a gully, but Vermax got very nervous”, all of them were listening intently, “I lost control, I admit it, we had managed to lose him but Vermax threw fire at him. That angered Vhagar, and Aemond lost control as well… Vhagar wanted to…”

“Where is (Y/N)?”, asked Harwin, his eyes big with concern

“The Princess is dead”, he said simply, and he looked into Harwin eyes and he saw the men die right in front of him

“What?”, asked Rhaenyra, with her eyes opened widely

“Vhagar found me, he was going to devour me, Vhaelar bit her and stopped her, they started fighting each other, Vhagar bit her wing, and she couldn’t keep on flight, so she… sank… in Shipwreck bay”

There was a deadly silence, nobody spoke, nobody could say anything. Jace's eyes wouldn’t leave Harwin’s as the man closed his eyes and started shaking. He was crying

“Those cunts!”, said Daemon, grabbing his head, “I’m going to kill them all”

“Daemon”

“We will kill them all”, said Harwin, regaining his composure, he cleaned his tears with the sleeve of his vest, “Starting with that cunt Borros Baratheon, show them what happens when you side with the Greens”

“No!”, demanded Rhaenyra, wiping her own tears from her cheeks

“This is war!”, said Daemon, “they killed your sister!”, he spoke to her 

“She wouldn’t have wanted this!”, she explained. And she looked around but everyone thought different

“Now they have to die”, said Daemon

Harwin left the hall, bitter tears falling down his cheeks

His wife was gone! And his children were alone, on the other side of the continent. He was alone now.

You were dead. His beautiful wife, the mother of his, his princess, the love of his life, you were gone. 

He desperately wanted to cling to the last words you spoke to him, you told him you loved him, you told your children to take care and that you loved them too. You told him that you would have preferred if you both stayed home.

Home.

Harrenhal was your home.

He whimpered as he clung into the stone railing, couldn’t control nor hide it anymore, he cried as he thought he lost you forever, thinking how he was ever going to meet his children again to hug him tightly, they needed to know, the road north for him would take weeks! they were going to find out about your fall while they were alone. 

He had failed

They say there are five stages of grief, others would say that there are six, and Harwin jumped right to the one last one, which many would identify as… Revenge

Rhaegar and Maekar had reached Winterfell the next day, they met with Cregan Stark, a man that even though was very intimidating, already held the twins close to his heart, they were the children of the love he never got to marry.

And now they were all in the hall, three days later, Lords and Ladies of the North listening to their leader’s words

“I gathered you all in here because there is news from the North!”, he didn’t even need to yell, when the Wolf spoke, all their Lords listened. “King Viserys is dead!”, he said. Many Lords already knew, but others didn’t, whispers could be heard all over the Hall 

“Otto Hightower and the Dowager Queen Alicent had usurped the Iron Throne, to place their her Hightower son Aegon the second, going against the wishes of the Late King Viserys”

“Aegon the Usurper!”, chanted one

“20 years ago my father bent the Knee to Rhaenyra Targaryen”, he said, with determination in his face. The boys heard words of encouragement from the audience, of other great houses, nodding their heads, “we keep our vow, the North remembers!” he said, his thunderous voice ricocheting on the hall

“The North remembers!” chanted the others

“We will stand behind the claim of Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen”, he demanded, “Against the usurper!”

“Yes!”

“Yeah!”

“Fuck the Usurper cunt!”, many Lords and Ladies claimed and stood behind their leader

“The North stands with Rhaenyra Targaryen!” Cregan said out loud, taking his sword out and pointing it to the sky, “The firstborn child and heir to the late King Viserys Targaryen!” all his lords followed, pointing their sword to the ceiling

“Hail Queen Rhaenyra! Hail Queen Rhaenyra! Hail Queen Rhaenyra!”. he turned to both twins and smiled

“Tell your mother the North is hers” he said firmly, his voice nor his gaze never wavering, “and we will only call Rhaenyra the true Queen and rightful ruler of the seven Kingdoms”

They were organizing a feast for the night, with all the major northerner houses gathered. 

“Do you think they would follow us to war?”, Rhaegar asked Maekar as they both walked amongst the Godswood

“It’s different to support a claim, than to openly armed the men and go to war”, he said wisely, “but if Rhaenyra calls them to war, I believe is their obligation to”

“Do you think it will come to war?”, he asked, and Maekar nodded.

“I do believe it…”, he got interrupted when a snowball hit him in the chest. He looked around to find the culprit and he found Vaegor smiling at him.

“Oh you have woken the dragon little one!”, he warned with a wide smile

“No!”, the boy shrieked, started to run away from his oldest brother who gathered snow in his hands from the ground and threw it at him. The boy giggled without stopping when the ball hit him in the back.

“Snow War!”, chanted Rhaegar with a wide smile, receiving a snowball from Saera, who was hiding behind one of the threes, “All against Maekar!”, he said out loud, and the three of them attacked the oldest sibling with snowballs.

Vaegor threw himself at his brother and hugged his legs making him stumble losing balance, while Saera and Rhaegar bombarded him with snow, until all his dark clothes turned white and he had to shake himself like a dog, falling to the ground

“The blue dragon has been defeated!”, chanted Rhaegar

“Now you!”, giggled Saera, who started throwing snow at his other brother. 

“No! traitors!”, he mocked dramatically, falling to his knees on the snow, “I’m melting! There is too much cold for this dragon! no!”, he laughed 

Vaegor ran towards him to try to tackle him, but Rhaegor caught him and threw him over a pile of soft snow that had fallen from the roof of a tower. 

Rhaegar stood up and turn to see Lady Sarra, his betrothed looking at him with a wide smile on her face

“Haven’t you southerners never seen snow before?”, she asked without wiping the smile out of her face. Rhaegar laughed whole-heartedly 

“The little ones hadn't”, he explained, wiping the snow off his clothes, with a wide smile. Sarra smiled at him, placing a hand behind his neck and pulled him towards her and kissed her, when she released him, Rhaegar had a dumb smile on his face

“Lady Sarra!”, he said with a wide smile, “we are not with a chaperone, is that how northerner ladies behave?”, he giggled against her lips

“The Septa is looking for me”, she whispered, “she doesn’t trust I’m going to go around those southerner boys”

“Maybe she is right”, he whispered. She stole one last kiss before she left the Gods wood. When Rhaegar turned, he found their sibling looking at him from the pile of fresh snow

“Rhaegar is in looooove”, mocked Saera making a strange dance

“He is in looooove”, vaegor repeated mockingly

“Oh yeah?”, he asked, he grabbed a stone from the floor and threw it over the roof of the tower behind them, provoking that a whole new layer of snow fell over his siblings heads

The three resurfaced from the snow with difficulty and with big smiles on their faces, Maekar stood up first and then he pulled the other two, if the snow in their clothes melted they were going to get cold, so he made sure to wipe the snow off of them.

“Boys!”, Maekar and Rhaegar looked towards Cregan, who walked into the God’s wood, 

“Uncle Cregan, would you like to play Snow War with us?”, asked Saera with a big smile

Cregan smiled

“Maybe later sweetheart”, he said with a smile. The twins walked towards him

“There is news from Dragonstone”, he said firmly, delivering them a closed scroll. They found it strange, since as the Warden of the North he had the right to read any letter. 

Maekar opened it up, reading their contents, Rhaegar read beside him 

“No”, Maekar whispered, his eyes filled with tears, as Rhaegar walked away grabbing his head

“This can't be happening”. the children had ran away playing, so Rhaegar could cry freely

“What happened?”, Cregan asked

“They killed our mom!” Maekar engulfed Rhaegar in a tight hug, grabbing him by the back of his neck and placing him on his neck, “Maekar, they killed our mom!”, he weeped. Perhaps Rhaegar wanted his brother to cry and to feel the same anger he was feeling, “They have our sister!”

“They are all going to burn for it” he promised. Cregan grabbed the scroll and read it. His eyes widening

“Fetch the maester”, he commanded to one of the soldiers posted by the arch that led to the courtyard, “gather everyone on the hall again”

The twins separated, looking at him

“Call the banners”, said Cregan, his eyes suspiciously shiny, “We are marching south” 

Crestan was grounded in Dragonstone, but thankfully, he was also inside the castle as a guest, so he could trot about without being much bothered.

His heart hurt for you, for your disappearance

The word “dead” was being thrown around, but he knew better, you couldn’t be dead. You were a badass dragon-riding princess, and besides if you were actually dead, they could have found your massive dragon, but they didn’t, hadn't.

Nah you weren’t dead

Now, how was he going to figure that out?

He had offered himself to go and search the waters to find you, but Daemon wouldn’t let him, again, he was a pirate, they didn’t trust him, who stopped him from sailing the King’s landing and selling their war plans? plans that he knew by now. 

Those greens, and the drunk new King and all of them could suck it, he couldn’t care less about this stupid war and who sat in the throne made of melted shields or whatever. The only thing he cared about was you

You might be alive, but you also could be hurt. Maybe you needed help, and he was there sitting doing nothing.

He remembered the last conversation he had with you, upon your return, you were going to tell him how to sneak into the Red Keep to rescue your daughter.

He could sneak in the night and steal his own ship, the war was breaking out. Why would they care about him? they wouldn’t even notice he was gone.

But now, would he fulfill the promise he made you, or… would he look for you?

What Aemond did not see was Vhaelar rising from the waters with difficulty. How could he? the storm was at its worst, and it had been a nasty fall.

The salt water burned her wound, but that encouraged her to rise. But the fall had made you slam your head against the saddle, losing consciousness. 

You were woken up by a dire need to throw up. When you opened your eyes you truly thought you were dead, you saw an ice blue deep color above you, it was a strange sight, you must be dead, you thought, this isn’t the color of the sky. Deep blue with dark veins all over, and then, what should have been the sky moved, and you heard a growl. You manage to turn and throw up, salt water, and the last remains of what you had to eat a day ago. And then, you heard that growl again

Gathering your bearings you realized that what you thought was the sky, was actually the inside of Vhaelar’s huge wing. 

You managed to stand up, slowly, you were weak, and dizzy, you threw up the entirety of the water still inside of you. And you get out of the safety of the one provided by her wing. 

Vhaelar was terribly injured

She was whining, growling, she was in pain, the bite in her shoulder that connected to he right wing was ugly, but luckily, the was no flesh missing, Vhagar couldn't bite trough, and the wound was black around it, she had cauterized her own wound

“ñuha dōna riña”, you whisper [my sweet girl], “ao saved īlva”, [you saved us] 

You looked around and found yourself in some sort of beach, almost white sand, deep blue sapphire color waters. you looked towards land and there was leafy greenery. You were most likely in an island

“Skoriot issi īlon?”, [Where are we?], you asked, knowing she couldn’t answer 

You were trapped in an unknown territory. Vhaelar couldn’t fly, she had to regain her strength, so you were trapped in here. 

More Notes: SEEE?? WE CAN'T DIE! WE ARE THE MAIN CHARACTER! muahahaha 😈😈😈

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[konaanaria13]

ALRIGHT. So first of all, No I don't know what this is or who it is about. Second of all I was listening to twenty one pilots and imagine dragons and then I switched to two feet and I was writing with that so I present to u what ever the fuck happened there.

Its basically Royal Bodyguard and Princess now Queen. This doesn't have a backstory but it should start with her accusing her Bodyguard who she has had for years on no end of poisoning her even though it obviously wasn't him!

And then just heavy smut yep yep yep!

MINORS DNI

Warnings: mentions of violence, being shot, stabbed, cut, sewed up again and so on. Death of characters and the following trauma. Just heavy sex along with biting, first time with each other, blowjob(male receiving) begging.

This was not written for a specific Character so I'm gonna tag some of the tags that I have previously written for or I'm fond of at the moment

I haven't Grammar checked it either so....

If you don't like something  msg me and I'll correct it...

Also may or may not be expecting a part two...? Maybe if you guys want it idk sorry for long introduction

Thanks!

"I always stood by your side. I fought! I almost died several times! I have scar's that we're meant for you! I have the knives of the poor souls trying to stab you saved in a locket so that if you the princess wants them she can use them even if they have my blood on it! I have every bullet that was aimed for you In that stupid locket to I should probably return them though!" She took three steps back.

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"I did not. I never ever ever. Even think of betraying you!" His voice echoer lauder than meant to in the room as he took three steps forward.

"I had my stomach sewed shut more times than you can count! And still I'm standing here having to tell you that I'm not the one who tried to poison you?! How can you even look me in the eyes?!" It was probably the first time he was hurt in years. His fingers almost started to tremble before he remembered who he was. She had already started crying but tears wouldn't help her because the only person who could help her was the one she accused of killing her.

"I was the one who stood with you when she died! When your father died! But know when your up on your little thrown you forget it all!? Why? Because people are trying to kill you? What is it something new?" In a quick motion he had taken his shirt of and the first time she saw all of the countless scars which we're supposed to be her like he said.

"Do you see them? I'm fucking scarred but you believe I'm trying to kill you when all I have ever done is love and protect you!?" He was down to his last words when she fell down on her knees and he was soon to follow her holding her up and making her look at his face.

"I would never hurt you?! How can you do this to me?" He asked and her tears fell on his hand and sweet voice turned into the most painful scream and his heart felt like it was about to break apart.

"Don't cry for me" he begged and she almost threw up before being able to talk.

"I can't have you do this anymore" she cried and his hands cradled her hair slowly turning his harsh touch into a soft and loving one as if a switch had been pulled.

"I can't have your blood on me please just go! I can't have you die on me please!" She begged back Her voice made him want to start to cry but he kept reminding himself not to.

"Please please i can't have you die, please don't leave me, please please i need you? Can't you hear me leave go away I'm letting you go! You can't be in any guard! Your gonna live on a farm in the east, with flowers and a pretty wife who can make you those cookies you like-" she was trembling in his arms.

"You make those cookies!" His lip's escaped a cruel laugh

"And somebody who can kiss all your scars without having to remember all the faces of the one who did them! I'm sorry I just can't-" he was absolutely raging in fear.

"I'm not gonna die. Never. Just please don't do this." He asked softly and she hit her head against his bare chest her fingers holding onto his thighs cursing.

"Im not somebody that you deserve to die on not after what i've done." Was all she brought out her tears drying on his hands.

"You haven't done anything you weren't supposed to do-"

"No you said it yourself. I'm a spoiled little girl who now has to do things for herself. My fathers blood is on my hands. My mothers blood was always on my account and she, my best friend. died for me because I couldn't keep my mouth shut. And you have all these scars that I'm supposed to have. I'm supposed to be dead not the countless men that have fallen in an attempt for my death. And now I'm the fucking queen how many days can you survive? One? Two? I'm not risking you, not anymore. Your done." She had pushed his touch back even though it made her want him more.

"Your leaving. Your gonna go. And I swear if you come back I'm gonna find a way to actually hurt you and I don't mean in a physical way." She panted her tears we're long gone now the only thing that coused her checks was a light blush and anger.

"No. No. You can't do this. I'm not gonna go, you can't make me. I pledged my life on yours." he was already standing as soon as she wasn't sitting anymore and his anger tuned to fear.

"Please just go!" He was already back to her and his hands we're back in her hair his forehead pressing on her's and her hands tried to take his of by his wrist's but even if she was stronger than him wouldn't have worked.

"Just let me-" she cut him off by pressing her lips on his the sweet sound of his voice turning into a whimper and leaving him stunned.

"Please go" she asked kissing him again.

"Please I don't want you to die." She let his hands go and pushed him back by his chest in the weak moment but it only took a second of his look for him to be back on her and her hands running through his hair.

"If I'm dying that means your already dead" He says his hands grabbing her waist and pulling her closer while she muses a muffled moan.

"Your leaving." Was all she responded and he made her walk backwards until her back hit the wall his fingers coming up underneath her shirt and unclasping her bra and taking her shirt of with it. His lips attached to her throat and bite into her skin until her throat made out a gagging scream which meant he left the bite mark to make more on other places.

"I'm never going to leave you." He kissed so many kisses down her neck that she moaned and her body grinded into his.

"Jump" he held her up in the air confidently and his fingers might have left marks.

"I'm gonna kill you personally if your not gone by tomorrow" she warned and he laughed while his tongue ran over her exposed nipple, one of his hands came up on her breast and she tucked at his hair making his head fall back when he tried to bite her again.

"Your done." She said and kissed him again his hand almost dropped her when her tongue ran down his neck lowering her to have free access to everything she wanted.

"I'm always gonna be there for you" He said and she kissed his body down, he did eventually let her go back down on the ground and this time he didn't follow her when she went down on her knees opening his belt and taking the gun away from him, he let his hand stroke her hair.

He kisses didn't stop and nor did her tongue as she stroked his cock tasting his precum on her tongue. Letting him sit on her tongue for a while before starting to suck his tip, she started in a slow motion making him give her some groans but as soon as he hit the back of her throat the groans turned into soft moans that he seemed to be embarrassed about. He didn't let her make him cum because after too many whimpers and moans, He whipped that proud smirk of off her face as he fucked her roughly against the wall her moans sounding more like scream's pretty fast and her face now only filled with tears of physical pain which he simply kissed goodbye and made her ride out her high watching in delight as she begged him to move his hips and not make her do fucking push ups.

His lips attached to her breast and her fingers ran over and over over his cheeks her mouth tasted salty from the tears and cum which he made her lick clean off his dick.

She stayed on him pretty much all night laying on the soft bed, sometimes kissing some parts of him but mostly just listening to his reassuring whispers and her whispering the things back in the same careful and tender way.

-K<3

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Till the End of the Moon, ep 40

I had an idea of the ending based on some posts. But honest to god I don’t even know where to start. They rendered the whole story pointless.

Tantnai Jin as some sort of xianxia Jesus dying for the world’s sins (or to protect the word) except Jesus never suffered like Tantai Jin and didn’t make his beloved kill him and Tantai Jin doesn’t get to resurrect.

I’ve seen some posts about Tantai Jin always wanting to die and that is simply not true. Maybe in the beginning he didn’t care if he lived or died but once he met Susu that all changed. It wasn’t always healthy, but Susu was his reason for living. His light and love. When she was gone, he had no will to live. When they reunited, even if they always had to stay by the lake, as long as they were together he was happy and it made everything worth living. He literally said this. Plus he had his master and sect. He was no longer alone.

All his pain and suffering, every way he grew and changed as a person, how HARD he fought not to be the destined Devil God was for nothing. What was the point?

And Susu lost her agency and just got pulled along for the ride at the end.

DON’T THINK I MISSED YE BINGCHANG SAVING JIWU. You’re telling me that Bingchang, who in one life sacrificed a tribe (twice!), in another life killed her grandmother, tried to kill Tantai Jin and Susu and stole love threads, and then was a demon potentially has a happy ending? With Jiwu? I remain firm that while Tantai Jin did some questionable things as Emperor it was never against innocent people and he was a good ruler. HE DID NOT DESERVE THIS ENDING.

But in the end all we get is Susu with their daughter and Tantai Jin stuck in a shell. Or his spirit. Who seems to be aware he has a daughter? It’s stupid, and he deserves better. So does Susu.

I’m so mad because while this drama had issues, it was a really good drama. Tantai Jin was a great character. I love Tantai Jin and Li Susu. Luo Yunxi and Bai Lu were amazing throughout, with whatever they were given to work with. The costumes were fantastic and it was really pretty to look at. I tried with these last 5 episodes, I really did.

If I get any more asks about starting this drama my answer will be:

If you watch, know that the drama is good but uneven at times. Watch until ep 35. Then skip to ep 39 and watch from 42:06-44:06 for some sexy times. FIN. You will have some loose plot threads but that is where the drama should end.

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