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The Firelady’s Nightmare

This is the last thing she had wanted. They were taking a small vacation to visit her family. Why would this happen to her? To them? Didn’t they both deserve a happy ending? They saved the world for Gods sake!

As if the fates hadn’t taken enough away from her! They took her mother, her childhood, her sense of security, and now they decided to be even more cruel and take her baby!

Katara wanted to cry, she wanted to scream, she wanted to do something! Anything. The only thing she could even begin to fathom doing, though, was to sit there and stare blankly at the ship walls.

‘Katara?’ A voice softly called.

She hadn’t even heard him enter the room. It was in that moment, she was thankful for her back facing the door.

‘Katara, darling, are you alright?’ Zuko’s voice came again, almost softer than the last time.

She spared him a glance over her shoulder. It took one look at her azure eyes to know she’d been crying. It was the simple look that made Zuko almost panic. He rushed around the bed to stand in front of her. Katara couldn’t meet his amber gaze. She felt like she had failed him. As a wife, as a woman, as his firelady.

‘Katara!’ Zuko started, ‘We need to get you to the phys-‘

Katara simply shook her head. ‘It’s too late, Zuko.’

‘You don’t know that,’ Zuko tried to convince her, ‘if it just started...’

He knew he was trying to convince himself more than her. He could tell by the look in her eyes, it was over.

The fleeting light inside her, extinguished.

Zuko did the only thing he could think to do, he grabbed a cloth, dipped it in the the basin of warm water, and set to cleaning his beautiful wife up.

Katara was sure to keep her eyes anywhere but on Zuko or her lap. She shouldn’t have said anything to him, she shouldn’t have said anything to anyone.

‘Katara, look at me.’ Zuko moved his hand to cover hers on the bed.

She looked at his hand on hers, and although she tried not to cry she couldn’t stop the tears that started to fall.

‘Zuko, I’m so sorry,’ Katara cried, shaking her head, ‘I didn’t- I-‘

Zuko pulled her into his arms, slowly rocking them side to side.

‘This is NOT your fault.’ Zuko stated firmly, ‘You have done nothing wrong!’

Although Zuko tried to keep his tone soft, he couldn’t help the harsh undertone his voice took. How could she possibly think she had done this? How could this beautiful woman think that she had anything to do with what happened to their babe?

The harsh tone his voice took only made Katara cry harder. He knew she had mistaken his tone as he was upset with her. For as long as he’d known her, she had always tried to keep the weight of the world on her shoulders.

Zuko pulled away from Katara slightly, cupped her face with one of his hands, and looked her dead in the eyes before he stated,

‘You didn’t do this, Katara,’ he searched her eyes, ‘Agni, I can’t even begin to understand how you would think this is in any way your fault.’

Katara knew in her heart of hearts that she had done nothing wrong. There was still the nagging feeling in the back of her mind that made her feel like she had to have done something to deserve this.

Katara moved her face away from Zuko’s grip as she cast her eyes anywhere but at the one person she had failed….well second now.

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‘Kenz?’ Dean wheezed, ‘Kenzie?’ He pulled himself up from where he landed during their hunt. The hunt shouldn’t have gone south, but when had any of their hunts ever gone according to plan? ‘D-Dean?’ She gasped, it was getting harder for her to breathe. ‘Son of a bitch!’ Dean scrambled to his feet, practically running to be by Kenzie’s side. ‘C’mon, Kenz, keep talking to me!’ He begged although they both knew she wasn’t going to walk away from this hunt. Kenzie couldn’t keep her eyes open without having to use every ounce of strength she had left. ‘Dean,’ her voice was starting to become a shaky whisper, ‘I don’t think I’m going to make it out of this one.’ A sad smile made its way across her lips. Dean chuckled humorously, ‘You don’t give yourself enough credit, Kenz.’ Sam had just finished taking care of the last vampire, as he sprinted back to where Dean and Kenzie were. Standing no more than a few feet away, Sam could see the long pipe breaking free from Kenzie’s abdomen. Kenzie started to shiver slightly as the clear night sky began to cloud over. ‘Dean, I’m cold.’ Kenzie couldn’t stop the tears as they began to well in her eyes. They’ve all see death, they’ve all fought death, but now as her end began approaching faster, she was scared. Dean’s eyes matched her own as he carefully moved her. He found his urge to hold her and protect her from the world overwhelming. ‘You don’t have to g-‘ Dean’s voice got stuck in his throat, ‘Kenz, please-‘ she was having a hard time focusing on anything. Her brain was starting to go fuzzy, the coldness she was feeling began to turn into a warmness she was almost happy to submit to, and she finally let her eyes close. ‘KENZ!’ Dean panicked, carefully moving her hoping to get a response. Dean could feel his heart break as the sky opened up, rain pouring down in sheets.

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Three different writing prompts

He looked at her. His hair still a mess, and in the bright morning sunlight, he looked more handsome and human than she’d ever seen him.  

"I guess I'm asking you to trust me," he said.

"I'd trust you more if you would simply tell me what is going on, Declan." She began, searching his eyes for any clue if he would relent and tell her what was happening.

"It's not that simple, Y/N," he stated, “This is something I need to do al--”

“It’s more than simple, Harp!” Y/N interrupted, “I am here to help you, or do you just see me as something to warm your bed at night?”

She immediately knew she had gone too far the second she saw the hurt flash across Declan’s eyes. If Y/N didn’t know any better, she could have sworn she imagined it.

The second he turned away from her and his long, golden-brown hair fell over his forehead, nearly hiding his mismatched eyes, there was no denying this conversation was over.

Declan pushed himself up from the furs, turning his back to Y/N and pulled his pants on. All the while, Y/N was silently kicking herself.  

She stood, slowly making her way behind Declan.  

“Declan, look to me,” Y/N begged, as she placed her hand gingerly between his shoulder blades.

Declan’s response wasn’t one of words. He shrugged her hand off and walked out of the tent, leaving Y/N dumbfounded and doe-eyed. There was no doubt in Y/N’s mind she would be lucky to see Declan at all for the rest of the day.

Y/N dressed slowly, accepting the situation she caused, as her mind kept replaying what had been said. Y/N thought about the comment she had made about her warming Declan’s bed, and couldn’t help the cringe that overtook her whole body.  

Why had she even said that?  

She knew of Declan’s past. She knew how his wife and son had been ripped from him, as well as the daughter he never knew. She knew why Declan refused to make her anything more to him than she was now. Despite the fact that Y/N knew this, she still said the one thing she knew would hurt Declan more than anything else. By her implying she was nothing more to him than a way to pleasure himself, Y/N knew she implied Declan didn’t care for her.

After what felt like an eternity, Y/N began to pack the tent. She knew Declan was planning to move the company a few miles outside of Fort James. She had heard the murmurs from the other side of the tent walls. Everyone in the camp had to have heard the words exchanged between her and Declan. She hadn’t heard them while she was in her own head, but now there was no denying the whole camp would have something to say.

She heard him coming before he even entered the tent. No one else in camp was as big or had the same gate as Declan. Y/N was astonished he had even come back. Their arguments never went far, but Declan would leave when he’d had enough. If Y/N stayed in his tent that night, Declan would find somewhere else to spend the night. He would usually stay with Sokanon or Samoset, anything he could to avoid seeing her after one of their arguments.

“You don’t need to worry about what the plan is, Y/N.” Declan’s deep voice rumbled from behind her.  

Y/N had obviously heard the large man approaching, but she was still startled when he spoke. She kept her back to the door of the tent, to Declan. She had thought there would be more time to think through her response. The last thing she had expected was for Declan to return to their tent.  

She wanted to put some thought into her response. The last time she hadn’t, she thoroughly regretted it.

“Do you really think that is going to appease me?” Y/N questioned, still not giving Declan the pleasure of seeing her face.

She didn’t need to look at him to know Declan had just scrubbed a hand over his face in frustration. She knew his little ticks. She knew which action he did in which situation. She also knew how to step on every one of his nerves.  

“I’m not trying to appease anyone, Y/N!” He ground out.  

She was being absolutely unreasonable. She should be able to trust him. To take his motives into question was another issue he knew he was going to have to deal with. Declan wasn’t sure how he was going to help her understand his true feelings, but he would figure something out.  

His current problem was to convince Y/N there was nothing in the upcoming plans she needs to worry about.

Declan walked a few steps into the tent, kneeled down, and placed on of his large hands on Y/N’s back.

“Y/N, just trust me in this,” he started, “I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

Y/N turned around to face Declan, a look of absolute bewilderment on her face. “’I don’t want anything to happen to you?’ Really, Harp,” Y/N’s question was sharp, he knew how he made it seem.

He had made it seem as though Y/N was helpless, weak, and naïve. He knew better than that. He had watched her jump on the back of an HBC and stab him multiple times in the throat. With Y/N being taken under Benton’s wing at an early age, Harp learned early on that she was a force to be reckoned with.  

“Don't fashion me into a maiden who needs saving from the dragon.” Y/N chastised, face red with rage, “I am the dragon and I will eat you whole.”

A/N: I didn't really go over this for grammatical mistakes. I’m just trying to get into a habit of posting... thanks for the understanding. Feedback is always welcome xx

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Writing prompt #1

‘Hey, it’s me again.’ She knew he wouldn’t answer. She knew he wouldn’t hear the phone. She just needed to hear his voice again. ‘Just wanted to tell you I miss you,’ she breathed, ‘we both do.’ Her voice gave out as she looked to the little boy that lay in the middle of her bed. ‘I guess I just wanted to tell you that even after four years, I still hope you’ll pick up.’ Wiping a stray tear, the tone sounds signifying the length of the voicemail had been reached.

A/N: just a little blurb, trying to figure out if I want to start posting on this page or not.