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Heart of the Great Wolf

47 - Into the Haunted Forest

Pairing: Jon Snow x F!Baratheon!Reader, Robb Stark x F!Baratheon!Reader (Past)

Length: 16k

Warnings: angst/hurt comfort, character death, disturbing imagery and violence, non descriptive animal death, past trauma, mild illness, smut, oral (f receiving), p in v

Notes: The first scene of this chapter does not necessarily take place at the same time that the main chapters contents take place in. Previous Chapter Here, Series Masterlist Here

The night had been calm. Sky was dark and stars white and bright, visible with not a cloud to fog their vision of the lands below. The wind was hardly there for once, and not a speck nor sign of rain or snow meant that peace could be found. Or, it should have been found. As it was, that calmness, that serene quiet and clear skies were a lie with what laid below. The longer footsteps walked through the empty halls, the more the silence turned to muffles, which turned to the source of disturb in their home as the doors to the outside were opened.

Their shores should never have been used for such a purpose. It was an insult, a sin, a spitting on the only god they should be serving and yet it now was the sight of something red and terrible. Fear and pleading, they were chosen for no crime. Not weak men, nor selfish or stupid. They were as good as the rest of them and yet they stood on the pyres, hands forcing them tied around the poles, and wood placed just enough on the rocky shores that the waters tide would not touch them.

Torches were lit in hands of those foolish enough to believe whatever this was. Orders of a King and yet it went against what they were. This was not spoken of in the promises made when they chose him. It was all making sense until some months ago. Many travelling to here or there, and plans for more made until those months passed and something had changed. Something that changed the man from determined to a darkness growing more and more to be feared.

It was confusing for many of them, and it would only be revealed as much as he wanted to reveal it, which until tonight, had been none. The original plan was supposed to be their only one. Daenerys Targaryean had dragons, claimed to be a Queen, had vast armies, it made sense for a man like their King to come up with. This did not. Her dragons were still sought after, but the plan had changed from being sent away to find her, to leaving some place as opposite of the Slave cities of Essos as could be. But, as they walked, they knew it was their Uncle who was King, it did not matter if it didn't make sense to them.

Yara knew she had to obey whatever command she was given. Euron Greyjoy ruled the Salt Throne, not her.

Personally, she had no affinity for the Targaryean girl or her dragons. Yara was Ironborn, and their power came from their ships. Dragons were air and land and fire, not ships and water and the freedom to sail and take whatever. Raiding and taking what they need wasn't possible when one would burn said lands to take it in the first place. It wasn't sustainable, there was no end there that made sense.

But, Euron didn't make sense. He returned home from over a decade of exile as a man she did not recognize. He was rambling, and crazed, yet terrifying in his confidence of the psychotic things pouring out of his mouth. Stories she didn't know if she should believe. He hadn't made sense since he stepped back on Pyke, and it continued to not make sense as Yara walked down to the shores of her home.

Only now were she and her Uncle Victarion given details on what the new plan entailed. Who they were now tasked with finding and bringing to Euron. The only Queen which mattered he had put it, but then that witch had showed up. Slunk into the room and tried seducing words to offer one last thing before Yara, Victarion and their men departed. An offering.

It was that offering Yara approached now. The very red witch's voice loud as she stood before the pyres with Euron standing tall without question beside her. “Here us now. Accept these tokens of our faith my Lord, and lead us from the darkness.”

The men on the pyres did not beg mercy, and yet each step Yara took towards the shore did she wish to give it to them. Bloodshed was their livelihoods, but this was not bloodshed. This was cruelty and torture with nothing to gain from it. She briefly wondered if these thoughts would show her weak, but as she came to the side of her Uncle Victarion, he held the same expression. One which felt as doubting as hers as they glanced to one another.

Euron was their King, and they would let this happen, they would follow their orders, but they both felt as if whatever path this was leading them on, was going to be a war they cannot win.

Half around listened intently to the words this witch was speaking, the other half standing as unsure as the two of them were. Euron had not even shifted once. He didn't look even remotely affected by what he was about to do. Continuing the witch spoke in reverence, “Lord of Light show us the way, yours are the stars that guide us.”

He hadn't done anything like this when the plan was to find the Targaryean girl. What was it about this one though that demanded such extremes? Why was she so necessary it warranted this? But Euron had told them, she had plenty of time to come to him herself. So now they must do as Ironborn live by, take what they need. And to Euron, he only needed her. Nothing else mattered, not the morals nor the cost.

“Lord of Light, protect us.” Euron watched, his uncovered eye bright and certain with almost a hint of a smirk on his face at how little he cared about the horror he was to allow. Yara and Victarion shared one more glance, before watching the witch give her final words acting as command. “For the night is dark and full of terrors.”

In an instance, the pyres were properly set alight, and their visions all were taken over by reds and oranges of flames taking those consumed by them. Their screams did not last long, but they echoed in Yaras ears even in the silence which followed. Euron had not flinched, or moved or blinked the entire time. Whatever the reason he wanted this girl, he seemed to think this was worth it. Yara disagreed. No one person was worth this.

All passed her by, one by one returning to the warmth of the castle walls until only Victarion by her side remained. His voice was low, and hiding the doubt in them despite none else there left to hear. “I dare not think what Damphair would say, knowing what has become of us.”

Yara pretended as he did, neither voicing their doubts despite it being felt thick between them. “Have you seen him?” His silence was her answer. Face falling into somewhat of a grimace, she shook her head slightly. “This isn't who were are, uncle.”

Victarion knew that, but he gave her the only answer he could. A lie. “It wasn't once. But it is now.”

Only she was left. The fires dimming eventually into a smouldering of embers, and Yara could only think to herself that she could not decide which she wanted to feel more. If she should feel guilty she gave up on rescuing her brother as she once declared, as she now wished he was here to give any comfort to her ragged soul. Or if she was thankful she abandoned him that night, so he wasn't here to see this.

Theon would be ashamed if he knew this was what his big sister had allowed their fathers Kingdom to become. Yara knew she deserved it, she felt ashamed too. But still, once the sun rose in the sky, she had gathered her men as Victarion did his to prepare regardless of the guilt and doubt.

They had a long, cold journey ahead of them, and she had a feeling this King in the North would not let them take you from him without a fight.

For something so quick on it's feet, he moved very slowly with a trepidation which was exhausting for any to watch. The small dips within the snow creeping ever so closer to where he was sniffing out what he should not sense as danger, and yet there he paced. Taking every inch of time there was to do so. Such an amount of time taking to approach it, one would think it was smart enough to sense a trap by that point.

The little fox was not quite as clever as he was quick, and within a single breath of a wrong step did a whoosh rush through the air as sharp ends clamped down as planned. The brightness of the snow at least provided an easy way to monitor movement patterns out here for small prey, and thus far all five laid traps had given something to varying degree of sizes.

Not particularly heavy the fox was, easy to tie ends of thin ropes around two legs at a time and looping it around to much more easily lunge over a shoulder. Human footprints in the shape of boots were not the only ones leaving the scene, but a very large pair of ones owned to a wolf followed with a huff on it's breath as if to grab attention.

The hand reaching out to run along their ears and top of their head didn't last long against the affectionate shake of the wolfs head before a laugh followed. “You can wait the time it will take to cook it.” Only when the wolf did not ease up on their intending want, a small chunk of meat kept in a small side pocket, hidden away under the sheepskin fur, was brought out and tossed their way, the wolf gleefully catching it in his mouth.

A sigh and shake of a head, the wolf at least found content for now. Climbing up the remainder of the snow covered hillside, mostly forest surrounded but there were clearings such as the one coming into view which showed a grander image then preciously imagined.

Mountains which sat far in the distance looked like they spanned on forever, snowy peaks which bled down to the tops of the trees of the forest which seemed to go on for as long. Down below though, the clearing in the most immediate view was as strange as it was becoming familiar in it's own way. The remains of a small camp having mostly been cleared away, packed up on the two horses which seemed unaffected by the cold around them.

Still going strong, the fire which had been in the centre of the scene the night before burning bright with the last remains of firewood to add to it still sitting close by. The figure knelt by the fire had their head down, working away at an animal, large and immobile laid out in front of them, half of it's skin already being sliced away with ease. The wolf trotted down happily to join, only then causing the figure to glance up to the approacher.

The moment he could see more up close, you knew without a doubt already Jon was forming something far more clever to say then the still early hours of the morning should permit.

Whatever natural ability to tease and poke fun at you existed naturally in his blood, was now tenfold. Utterly relentless he could be now that there was none to hear him tease you but two horses, and Ghost. Not a soul existed for miles, not a scrap of human life was left in the fortnight you had been travelling.

Not yet words shared, as he paused in his work to pass a sharp knife to you. Ghost settling somewhat by the fire between you both as you each continued on in the quiet. Only to have you drop the movement of your hands barley able to begin removing the skin, when his voice finally found itself far more teasing then you expected. “Does five small things win or lose against me getting this one and dragging it back on my own?”

Your eyes rolled up to the sky with a grin, knowing the moment you dropped back to look at him in an amused incredulity, Jon was failing horrendously at covering up his own smirk. “Not even five minutes passed this time.”

The confidence in his voice was both well earned and yet only there to serve as mocking towards you, knowing how easy it was for him to do. “I wasn't making fun of you, I was asking a question-”

Shaking your head, you looked back down to the animal in front of you, trying very hard not to be weak and tear your gaze right back to his teasing one. “You're the one who told me to handle the traps, Snow. It isn't my fault I keep losing.”

Jons audacity to genuinely kneel there and say to you, “I never said you lost.”

Biting your tongue could barley even contain the grin trying so desperately to poke back out. Purposely now not looking at him, knowing it would only serve to amuse him more. “Perhaps if I too was strong enough to pull a bloody deer all the way back on my own, you'd finally lose once in a while too.” His voice barley rasped out before you raised your voice ever so slightly, in an almost childish defence knowing what was about to be said. “If you say anything about my fragile state, Jon, I swear to all the gods,”

His laugh gracing your ears was nothing but welcome. Only just flickering your eyes up enough to catch his, noting he had shamelessly not stopped watching you. Not even moving back to his own work, just looking far to adoringly at you for your own good, or health.

“Were you this touchy last time?”

You had not the foresight to notice he had walked you right up to the edge of a trap and gleefully watched you fall right into it regardless. Mouth falling open in offence, you tore your eyes back up in a narrowing glare. “First you make fun of me, and now you say I'm being sensitive-”

He had too much energy this early, it wasn't fair. “I didn't say you were sensitive, I asked of you were touchy last time.”

Your head dropped, almost dramatically and he laughed once more. Muttering under your breath as you returned to work. “That entirely depends.” Asking on what, you raised your eyebrows unknowing he once more was guiding you to just the right ends to make fun of you. “On how much more or less you'll keep this going depending on my answer.”

Jon said it with such a flat tone you almost found it in you to laugh, yourself. “So you were this touchy.”

Sighing deeply, you shook your head slightly glancing back up and Jon had purposely returned to the deer in front of him. Catching only your eyes with a playful glint before looking back down. Your attention glancing over to Ghost, who was relaxed as could be watching it all play out. “I thought we were a team.”

Letting out a tiny huff as he only rested his head down more, Jon laughed again. That time your eyes rolled into the back of your head, now trying to ignore them both. There was work to be done before leaving, and Jon would keep you here going back and forth far longer then time should permit.

Not that time wasn't all you had out here.

By all estimations, only a fortnight had passed. The first days of it were as unremarkable as they somehow were the toughest. Getting used to being out in such cold without any stop was something you were not yet used too. Even a building of four stone walls around a person and no fire would have done more to keep the cold out then nothing at all.

You didn't complain, but the chill sat in your bones for those early days passed. Naturally, it was as if it bothered Jon none. He didn't even seen to notice any difference of cold out here then he would in the North of his home, tending to this exactly the same but out in this open. Or, somewhat open.

The Haunted Forest went on and on for most of the known lands of beyond the Wall. It was where much travelling would be done until nearing the mountain ranges leading to the Fist of the First Men, but that was not for a while would you two get there. So for now, it was a vast array of snowy woods and forests that gave strange sight to an endless land you knew nothing about.

Once lands you heard about in stories, of dangerous creatures roaming any which way. Of the blood thirsty wildlings, ready to snatch and savage any woman they could find and their terror was why no women could ever join the Nights Watch. Instead, the lands were empty.

Wildlife still lived here, yes, but other then Jon and yourself, the only other living things anywhere by were two horses and Ghost. Nothing else was around, as if everything too had gone into hiding. Leaving the sights to not be noticed by whatever cold could come sweeping through at any moment. Likely looking out in the sunlight thinking the small party of travellers were fools heading the wrong way in the open lands to be spotted.

Some days it felt like that. In the dark of night, if high enough in the lands near a clearing, you could stand by an edge and see the shimmering green in the distance. It felt like a torment, knowing it was drawing you two near to the end, but the determination of cause acted as an invisible force pulling you towards that end anyways. But you didn't talk about it. Not now.

You both knew that this might be a journey only going one direction, but you had time for now to not think about it. The furthest any have ever gone and come back that you knew any truth of, were the Frost Fangs and it would take months to reach there. You could feel that impending, morose sense of doom when that night shimmer of green drew as close as the hospitable lands lasted. Only then would you have to face that reality. Or want too.

“How far do they go on for?”

You had asked looking at the maps, eyes trained directly over the ends of it which showed no direct ending of something. Jon had leaned more into your side, the press of a hand firmly on your lower back running ever so slightly up your spine a tad before dropping back down. Murmuring quietly, as he looked between you and the map. “We don't know. No one's ever been recorded to survive far enough to know where it ends.”

Any maps of it cut off, as if guessing it could not be assumed the degree of it's vastness and so much of it was lands none could go, see, or touch. It was something as if to keep something out, separating whatever was in there from man being able to travel freely into it. “Some say if you sail west long enough you'll end up in the furthest east edges of Essos. Maybe if you travel long enough North, you'll end up walking into the start of the Sunset Sea.”

It was quiet between you both for only a moment until Jon murmured, “Didn't you used to think the world was flat?” What was flat, was the expression on your face it fell into. Arguing back under your breath that you were eight when you thought that. “Thought you were the smart one.”

Were Jon not far stronger then you, and standing far too close to gain any upper hand against, you might have turned and shoved him for that. But still, your eyes drifted to it once more, the way the map cut off without any notion of if it continued passed that point. Gloved fingertips tapping gently against the edge of Thenn, you pushed that sensation down.

Worry about the unknown when you get there you told yourself. Worry about it then.

The days were easy, still enough time of sun in the sky to get a decent amount of the way into the lands, before finding a place to stop. Once nightfall hit though, there was no more place for a fair back and forth debate of plans. Once the sun fell beyond the sky, it was Jons word alone. He knew what lurked in the dark here far more then you did, he didn't want any risk of you finding yourself out of his sight once the only light guiding you was that from the moon, and the whatever fires sat in the middle of your camp.

But the daytime, with light everywhere shining even brighter against nothing but the white snow, it was far easier to see Jon smile and joke. Less to find in a determined terror, he could relax knowing at the least, what threats existed here some time ago no longer were to always look out for. The wildlings were once the enemy to watch out for, but now the enemy was something far different, and it hunted at night. Not in the light of day as you two travelled in.

Six villages this far you both had passed, and each according to Jon had been abandoned long before he saw them the first time. “Some fled, trying to get south of the Wall. Most joined up with Mance Rayder, though.”

Brows narrowing in the slightest, your eyes remained trained looking mostly up and around. The forest paths were a bit longer, but provided the most safe path. Yet gave nothing lacking in sights to take in, almost as if you were as surprised now how far it went on for as you were seeing the wolfswood when a girl. Voice a bit distant, as you eyes caught sight of Ghost following beside him. “Doesn't sound much like a plan. Going to war with the Nights Watch, but what happens when they crossed it? The Seven Kingdoms forgets how they got there?”

It took him a moment to answer, it had been some time since he thought back so those days so vividly, but now it was all around in him memory as it was new for you. “Don't think he had one.” Catching your gaze as you turned to look at him with a question, he elaborated further. “Mance was trying to protect his people, get them south of the Wall before winter came. It took him years to get them all in the same place, but I think that's as far as he got.”

Inhaling a bit, you considered such a fact before jumping to any unfair conclusions. As easy as it would be to. “I suppose when your primary goal is trying to not die, everything else tends to be secondary to that.” A small glint shining in the greys of his eyes spoke enough, and it almost succeeded in bringing the smallest of smiles from you before looking away. “Can we really say we aren't trying if we've both already done it before?”

Matching yours with a bit more ease, your eyes flickered to the side briefly enough to catch a smile much more free on his face, the lightness as he spoke matched as well. “We aren't out here to protect ourselves, we're doing it for our people.”

Almost interrupting his thought, you found the alternate path he was headed towards. “I'm not trying to disrespect the man. I didn't even know him. I'm only saying it doesn't seem like a great plan, if the only option he had if he had crossed was for his people to roll over everything and everyone for a thousand miles.”

A curiosity sat in Jons eyes as he watched you, no malice sat in your expression or tone but you also understood war in a different way then Jon did. The war you've seen were vast and traditional, it was difficult to change such a point of view to that of pure survival when the one you marched into with Robb was so different.

“Can't imagine what he'd say now. Learning in the end the one who betrayed him, brought all his people south without any more fighting over it.”

It caught him off guard you suspected, how quickly it slipped from your mouth without thought behind it. “What do you call getting stabbed in the middle of the courtyard, then?” Your eyes peeled over to his, and a darker bemused glaze sat in his as a nonchalant jest of smug sat in yours.

Lowering a tone in deepness, Jon was short as he replied back. “They didn't kill me for that.” You only muttered that it likely didn't help the matter, but you trusted neither of you felt any blame one way or the other. Not for that anymore, not now. “Trust me, Ser Alliser had wanted an excuse for years. Only matter of time it was before he found a good one.”

“Why?” Turning to look, everything of playfulness had dropped. You barley knew him, but you knew enough to feel the spite returning as it did that first meeting. “Why did he hate you so much? No one that day could give me a real reason.”

But Jon also sighed, looking forward once more and yet also back into such early days so long ago. Back when the worst of his life he thought was being left at the Wall by his father and leaving you to his brother. “I don't know. He did from the moment I got there. It didn't help things when I tried to kill him.”

How he almost managed to get you to pass that by, with the manner he dropped it as you knew that information. Turning with a bit of an open mouth, your eyes shined in wonder he didn't look at. “We're discussing why he hated you, and you somehow didn't think to mention that first?”

“It was only in my first few months. It was after you and my father were arrested, Ser Alliser insulted him in front of me,” Pausing you knew images and memories of what was likely an anger sunk back into his bloodstream. “Before he knew it, I was going at him with a knife. If Grenn and Pyp weren't there to stop me, I would've done it too.”

In one way it was difficult to look at Jon now and imagine such an impulsive action, but you knew the Jon then and his handle on his temper was one. His lack of willingness to control that temper on behalf of the love for his own family, was another completely. “Call it bias, but I can't say I disapprove that you tried. I barley knew him for hours and already I didn't know how you put up with that as long as you did.”

A huff of a laugh came from Jon, “You cut his head off after only knowing him for hours.”

“Someone had to finish the job in your honour.” For a moment nothing was said, until you felt that watching feeling. Turning slightly to glance at Jon, you regretted it in a moment. The look in his eye was undoubtable. “Jon. You cannot possibly be thinking about that right now.” Asking with a rougher tone why not, you felt the fluster wishing to come up your chest. Biting your tongue before finding a much more collected answer not looking his way. “There is nothing appealing about what I did.”

Jon though, switched between watching the path head and glancing to you with the same low words he irritatingly knew got to you. “You killing a man isn't what's appealing. It's how passionate you were about doing it to defend me.” There was little doubt Jon was using how much you were purposely not looking his way against you. “You'd feel the same if it were me, why can't I return that?”

Stammering a bit, your jaw clenched trying to focus. You knew what he was doing. Jon had been at this for the past three days. Trying to gauge how much more needy you were getting and enjoying all too much how hard you worked to pretend you weren't worked up more often now. If you recalled, two months was around when you begun to feel rather needy for Robb as well.

At least you two were in a camp full of soldiers. Jon had you out in the open North with no soul around for hundreds if not a thousand miles to see you but the guarding direwolf beside him. Muttering back low enough he heard, but quiet that you knew you were trying to push passed his intentions. “There's only so much daylight on our side, we can't stop everytime you-”

“Everytime I what? Want you? Everytime I want to shove you against a tree and-” You with much more of an obvious fluster all but shouted his name with wide, embarrassed eyes and instantly he laughed. “Gods, you're making it too easy.”

Oh it was even worse then what you thought. “Maybe I'm not sensitive, maybe you're just being mean, your Grace.” He didn't say anything and you both knew you were not looking at the glint in his eye on purpose. Instead, he left it in the open air, a tease or riling up it could go in either path. He was unpredictable in how mean he could be now that he had you all alone.

Further into the day you'd get and as the sun would continue to fall it was Jons keen eye which would search for a place to stop and always with enough time to settle before night fell. Arguing that it may take longer by being so strict about not travelling at night, but once it was dark and you both could look North and see the glowing green waiting for you, it was difficult to find reason to distrust his instincts.

For now, enough sun remained that he beckoned you to follow, circling more up a path to a small cliff side edge. Jon would always climb from his horse first, keeping you there until he had every reason to suspect there was nothing waiting behind any shadow.

A fortnight passed and the routine was beginning to come easy. Settling the horses first, food, water, they were the easy part. Jon nodding for Ghost to go with you as you gathered wood for a fire insisting he could handle things from there. Though, you were well aware he was giving you the less labour intensive job, with no amount of reminders that only two months you could still do everything you used to. The first night out here, Jon merely pulled you in to press his lips gently to your forehead before shoving you off a bit, murmuring, “Stop arguing.”

When you had pointed out that wasn't anywhere near an argument he had smirked. The next night he simply gave you things to do right away instead of taking over what you already started. Now you just knew better, and no amount of knowing you could do more would make it feel better in his head. So you let him give you the easier tasks, knowing it was thus lighter on the weight bearing down on his shoulders about it.

You did not think of it in that manner at all, but you knew too well, there was already much guilt in his heart. To Jon, he had dragged his pregnant wife out into the far North not knowing if you two would ever come back. He had no choice in bringing you, but he would blame himself if you made his worries any worse then they needed to be.

Ghost at least, had a much more direct manner of ordering you around. He was large after all. The direwolf would simply nudge you to the side out of his way if he decided you were not fit to carry the heavy object in question. There was no mistakening why Jon was the one Ghost bonded too. They were essentially the same person within two different entities.

On many occasions, when you would put down enough branches into the pile collecting, Ghost would saunter up and snatch a large amount in his mouth and look at you expectantly to pick up the smaller amount left. A playfulness in his eyes as he would wait for you, knowing you'd inevitably run your gloved hand over his head and ears first. Picking the rest up that early evening, you looked back up to the direwolf with a brightness in your eyes. “He wasn't so far off when he said we already have a child, was he?”

If Ghost could shake his head like a human to agree, he would have. Sometimes it was striking, how used to him you were. Moreso out here it came to you. In what a direwolf's natural home would be, Ghost fit into it perfectly and yet also was more human then some men ever behaved as. You had only ever spent a significant amount of time around three of them, and it was interesting to see what traits of their companions they took after.

Robb could be just as troublesome and playful, but Grey Wind always represented the assertive independence, the part of Robb that was undoubtedly a King was what was found in his direwolf. Jon had all the same aspects of him as a King, and yet it was his playful and gentle side which was found within Ghost. You could almost wonder if they were there, meant to bring out the best in their human companions which otherwise might not have come out so easily.

But there was a third you knew, and you didn't prefer to think of why you knew the direwolf that much. If you let yourself you could still see her face as you and Lord Stark approached her. The cutest wolf you'd ever seen, and yet she had not a clue what you were there for.

Nudging you slightly, Ghost brought you out of such a memory. Still crouching on the ground, you smiled at him before gathering the rest up. You didn't want to think about that now, what it meant. How Ghost seemed to tie so deeply into the strange abilities which seemed to exist in Jons blood, and what it meant when you help take a wolfs life away without taking the human with it.

You knew he was aware you were back, but you preferred not to interrupt when he did this part, letting him focus solely on setting things up. Already having the base of a fire going for you, your next task begun. It was nothing one could ever call a grand meal, but once the evening sky turned gold, you knew as long as wildlife was around to take advantage of, you'd make best of what you had.

Jon left nothing up to chance. With only the three of you, taking turns staying up to keep watch was not sustainable. If you'd all be asleep come dark, Jon was ensuring anything coming his way would be heard before getting there. And knowing it was not the free folk coming to hunt him down for being a crow he was on the watch for, but the blue eyed dead which could come at anytime.

Turning back though, something in his heart took a skip. It was a sight strange to him, but he had once been desperate for it. Travelling with her, there was not one day he'd wake and not prey to the gods to let it be you he'd see. Instead it was always her, and it always put him on edge no matter how recently he awoke. Jon would wish it would be you there with him, it was all he wanted, all he focused on to get through it all with his sanity.

But the sight he came upon? The camp now set, serving as what home he could give you in this place, you were a strange blend. The sheepskin was not unlike what the free folk would wear to endure such cold so normally, and Jon found himself both hating it and loving it. He hated it, because he wanted to bring you home. Let you wear the dresses he knew you preferred and live in the comfort you deserved to have. But he also loved it.

It was what he would want in his most insecure days. Dreaming of taking you into this very North to live a life where your love was not disapproved of so heavily. You knelt by the fire with a small narrowing in your expression as he knew you were trying to make something good rather then edible alone, as if it were normal. Jon knew you weren't sure of your place here, but he stood there with his heart floating in his chest at how natural you were in whichever kind of life he dragged you into.

But here beyond the Wall, you didn't fit. Or, you shouldn't have fit. A highborn girl, born in luxury within the royal family. Nothing but expensive, beautiful dresses made from fine silk, taught how to be a lady and you presented yourself as such. Smart and well read, but sweet and innocent enough that it made men everywhere want you even if you refused to believe him when he said it.

In your home you were a Queen, and you grew up the closest thing to a princess a girl could get and yet you were here with him. In a frozen land, making your way deep into such difficult inhospitable lands and giving up everything to do so. You were always more to Jon then just a pretty maiden, but for everything you deserved to be, he felt something so warm in his chest at the manner which you worked in the small campsite as if it were everything you needed anyways.

Maybe it was being back out here doing it, but something was filling him with an adoring pride at being able to call you his, knowing that you were exactly the kind of girl Ygritte made fun of. But here you were, surviving the same lands she did, but all without making fun of her for any opposite. You fit her clothes as much as your own, when Ygritte would rather have burned yours then even pretend she could fit into them.

Ygritte would've hated everything about you, and it made him feel all the more angry at her for it. Even after all this time, standing there knowing you were his wife, carrying his child, and following him to the genuine ends of the known world when you should be home in Winterfell in comfort.

These were the lands of her home, and maybe he thought, if she could watch him now, she'd understand that the man she forced him to pretend to be was nothing of who he wanted to be. Maybe she'd finally understand he willingly shared with you what she forced him to pretend to want to give. Maybe Jon thought, he should make love to you under the night sky even just once, so she could see what love was, and why Jon would never have given it to her.

By the time Jon returned, you gave him a small smile glancing from your focus. “Perfect timing, your food is just about ready.” He said nothing as you worked, not that you took any notice, you didn't need him to fill the air every moment. You were fine knowing he was in your sights by the fire now.

It was one of the few times you found something resembling a normal feeling out here. By the fire as the sun set, even past the sting of the cold everywhere else, you would look to Jon and feel a bit less unsure about it all. You both had a long way to go, but quiet moments of normalcy here, nothing but Jon and Ghost at your side, it felt as if you truly were supposed to be here. “What?”

Registering the question in your head, bringing you back to notice now Jons gaze was set directly onto you with curiosity. For only a second did you give yourself that time further to entrench yourself in that feeling before swallowing such sappiness back down where it belongs. Turning your attention back to what was boiling, you told a half truth. “My apologies, your Grace. I'll admire you out of sight next time.”

Shaking his head with an amusement, Jon choose to not reply to that. Likely knowing flustering you as you were perched over a hot fire was not the correct time to do so.

“I'm taking us on a different path then we planned tomorrow.” Glancing up at him later into the evening, your mid bite allowing him to simply elaborate for you. “We'll set up came earlier, but there's somewhere I want to go. Something I need to see before I lose the chance.”

Agreeing with whatever his plan was, you could see a distance in his eyes finding the flames. Lost in a memory you were too apprehensive to interrupt to ask about. A whole lifetime passed for Jon both in the Nights Watch and in the far north here, and sometimes it was easy to forget how little you knew of his life in the years you were apart.

Clever he was, picking to choose when to bring it back up. Kneeling behind you a the sky fell dark properly, carefully untangling the natural mess from the day in your hair as night truly begun to sink down on the North. A low murmur right in your ear, warm breath dancing along the skin and almost shivering down your spine as a result. “It seems dark enough to say we're not going anywhere now.”

A smile falling on your lips as you leaned a bit back more into his warm touch. “What is there to say about it? You were there, you saw what I did.”

Shifting part of your hair to one side, a flutter of your eyes came about as Jon rasped deep into your ear before leaning down to press his lips to your neck ever so gently. A free hand of his sat firmly on your upper arm, the other running up and down your opposite arm toying with the idea of finding your waist as he spoke. “I know you, and I know you wouldn't have done it without getting him to confess in front of everyone.” Asking lightly if Edd hadn't told him, but Jon only pressed another kiss to your neck, lingering longer that time. “He did, but he's not the one who made that choice. He wasn't the one who did it. Had you ever done it before yourself?”

Shaking your head only slightly as to not disturb his warm place by your neck, a little bit of airiness poked through the memory thinking back of it. “I killed before, but never in that way. Robb was the one who did it, I stood with him but he swung the sword.” Only quiet followed, but Jon shifted a bit to lean more back against the rock side behind, pulling your back into his chest properly. One arm wrapping across your front and sitting by your other shoulder, rightly anticipating you reaching one hand up to wrap with his there.

His other did as he always did in such a position now. As his brother once had. Firmly against the front of your stomach. Jon liked to find his hand soothing over your scar, but now you knew the possessive nature behind it had grown to something else. “Why not get someone else to do it? No one would have blamed you.”

The weight trapped in your throat, it did none to let you swallow the flood of raw grief that you had no more need to feel. He was behind you, he was alive with you, but it felt as fresh as it had in the same hours that day. “No one took responsibility for it. The ones who knew, the men I spoke to who all pointed the finger at Ser Alliser without even knowing the truth. Everyone knew it was him, and he was allowed to walk around as if he had been waiting for such a day for years.”

Nudging the side of your head with his, you turned more to the sensation without committing to trying to seek out his eyes. Were you anywhere but in his arms, Jon wouldn't have been heard. “It wasn't your fault- no darling, we're not doing this again. He wanted me dead for years, he only used me going after you as an excuse. It wasn't your duty to take justice, you shouldn't have had to.”

Mumbling a bit, there was a chance of none Jon did not pick up the wavering. “I thought you found me defending your honour attractive.”

A chuckle hummed in your ear, Jons thumb reaching up to brush against what of your chin and jaw he could from such an angle. “I do, but that doesn't mean it wasn't hard for you. I never avenged you and Robb when I had the chance, so yes it's important to me that you did for me what I didn't for you.”

You weren't sure why it was what came out, but it did and quickly. “You know what made me angry the most? Thinking that your last moments, you were forced to die alone. No one was there who cared, just let you bleed out in the snow before hiding what they had done.” Your grip on the hand close to your shoulder tightened, Jon returning the change right away as you tried to almost force the sting behind your eyes away through that alone. “He said to me he should have left you outside the gates, force me to freeze to death with you but it wouldn't have changed anything. It wouldn't have changed that you were alone. I came back without him, but at least Robb and I were with each other when it happened. The last thing the other saw, but I couldn't stand the idea of Ser Alliser getting to walk around free when he forced you to die thinking you had no one.”

His rasp deep and warm right by your ear, his hands pulling you back more into him were such a feat even possible. “When I finally realized what happened, when I was in Ghosts mind, if you hadn't come through those gates that morning I would've gone looking for you anyways. I couldn't stand thinking you were somewhere out there, thinking no one was left to care about protecting you. I didn't care what the others thought, even if I was going alone I needed you to know I cared, I needed you to know I still loved you more then anything else.”

“And that's why I had to execute him myself. I still loved you, and even though I couldn't get there in time to save you, I'd protect whatever you had left. From any of them.”

Hiding somewhat in your neck and partially in your hair, Jon stayed there. Muffled against you as you tried to lean and return the gesture back from such a spot. “I'm starting to think we've never been normal about each other.” Your breathy laugh caused a deeper one to rumble through his chest into your back. “Am I wrong?”

Rising up suddenly, he left your hand go to tilt rest at your other cheek pulling you so he could press is lips to the side of your head as he continued. “The old me would have never done any of that seeing you alive again the first time. Not right away. I'd have at least waited until I had you in a warm bed to tear your clothes off.” Running his thumb up and down your cheek still, the leather somewhat cold against the wind. “Would have said more then three words to you.”

Turning suddenly, Jons hands settled on your hips as you straddled his lap. Perched on his shoulders, able to run along his exposed neck while it was not hidden away by his curls. Bright was all your eyes shined at him with, and a sickening adoration you found yourself unwilling to downplay as he found the same instinct right back. “If I recall, I wasn't exactly begging for you to stop.”

There it was, that tease in his eyes which shined so perfectly. The need in him to hold you tighter and closer with the obstacle of how covered up you both were out in the cold. “As soon as I had your shirt off, you were desperate to get mine off too.” Leaning forward more, hands cupping both sides of his face against the scratch of his facial hair, Jon moved one of his to hold you steady up your spine as he followed suit and sat up to meet you closer.

Just barley nudging your nose with his as you tempted yourself with kissing him, eyes darting back and forth between his lips and closing to enjoy the proximity. “I was desperate for you the moment you kissed me, think I'm always a bit desperate for you. Don't know what's happened, you came back and all I want to do is hand my body over to you for whatever you could possibly want.”

Jaw clenching tightly, Jon drifted that hand up to run through the hair down your back. Slinking through the stands he had so recently smoothed out and grasping a hold of it much more tightly. Words slurring together a bit the more worked up you knew he felt. “If I did whatever I wanted to you, you wouldn't even be able to walk when I'm done. I don't know I'd even let you, maybe I'd keep you tied to by bed. Stripped and bare, legs spread for me the moment I walk in, whenever I want.”

Swallowing harsh, Jon had spotted it no doubt. Breathless against him, lightheaded in the need growing the longer you sat there but he made forgetting everything around you in his favour too common. You hadn't even said a word, only nodding obediently.

The thicker his accent, the more worked up he was, and it was as thick as could be, murmuring against your lips. “All I'd have to do is taste you for hours. Drink between your legs and never let you cum until you'd beg me for anything. That's when I'd ask, when I'd suggest it, any of it. Show you why you've always belonged to me.”

Dropping your head slightly, forcing a whine back down your throat even though Jon could feel you desperately attempting to not grind down onto him. Reaching up from your waist, Jon tilted your chin to force your gaze to meet his. Brows furrowed in a seriousness before he lurched forward. Capturing your lips with his, bruising and rough in the moment he kissed you and only pulling you closer by the hand tight in your hair.

Your hands wrapping instantly around the back of his neck, you let him deepen the kiss as he moved his lips, soft and perfect against your needy ones. Teeth nibbling at your bottom lip and you parted ways for him almost too instantly, almost too obediently. He hadn't even asked yet, but took full advantage to slid his tongue into your mouth, brushing against yours.

Keeping your lips against his, the hand at the back of your head loosening his grip only enough to slink through the strands of your hair more. Not so forcefully tight but almost controlling, his large hand pressing the back of your head to keep your lips all to himself. Stealing your every breathe but you pressed against his front as much as you could, almost wishing you could still give him more.

Only a fortnight passed which you two were alone out here, and already Jon had you utterly weak for him in such a powerful way. Nothing and no one to distract you from the burning inside your lungs which pleaded his name for more. Licking the inside of your mouth, you tried to brush against his tongue back but he kissed you just the way he wanted, you surrendering all control to him, begging for each break in the kiss to come back, chasing his lips once more Jon never refused.

But in the cold of night, you could hardly share as much as you were desperate for. Pulling back from your lips, saliva not even breaking between you as Jon husked out deep as anything, “I wanted to make love to you here, take you under the stars, but not tonight, not yet.”

Surging upwards, Jon hauled you to your feet along with him by your hips before pressing his lips to yours once more. Pulling back just as you gasped from the suddenness, “I'll take care of things here, I want you to lay down for me.” Your nod, eyes fluttering closed, was not enough. Calling your name to attention, meeting his eyes black in their desire. “Alright?”

“Alright.” A hand ran down your hair gently, and prompted you as if nothing was out of the ordinary, to where the tent was firmly set, waiting to hide you from the cold properly.

You knew the routine, after all, only the two of you it was easy to find new patterns with one another and Jon was not a difficult man for you to read. A laugh leaving you gently right away, tucked away on one side, curled up as if being in a ball did not make him one very large patch of fur, Ghost barley took notice to you interrupting the lack of cold as you moved inside.

Shocking it was how easy it was for the cold to seem so much less permanent hidden by the simplicity of four walls, or what makeshift walls a tent of such size served as. The sheepskin was the first to come off of your torso, tearing it from you to the dark shirt long down your arms underneath. Part of you wanted to sigh, you did every night.

It was as if you were in the Westlands all over again. How much wearing things such as this day in and out made you miss your dresses. Truly, you didn't know how men did it. You hated having to dance to get even most of your heavy layers off and even then your legs still firmly hidden away. In the outside it was nice, when you were in here, it was nothing but an annoyance.

Only two of you, not much could be taken. But the material hiding the snowy ground was thick enough you couldn't feel the cold under it, and at the least the fur on top was as close to the comfort of Jons bed as you two could recreate.

Listing off in your head what he was doing, knowing the routine set which you almost had down to exactly when he'd do what, right up to matching in your head the approaching of footsteps coming your way. The fire no doubt hidden as embers to not catch any possible chance of attention, it left not a peek of light as your eyes adjusted to the darkness.

Laid back somewhat, perched up by your palms against the fur, you watched as Jons figure only briefly brought the cold and light in with him before hiding away again. The sounds of boots coming off and layers shedding, you had not a clue what he left until the feeling of his warmth came to you.

Keeling down on the fur over top of you, Jon crawled over to force your back against the floor of the tent. Your hands seeking him to find he had nothing on, not a thing and yet he was so warm. The brushing of his curls now loose danced over you as Jon reached for the bottom of your own shirt. Pulling it up and tossed away to the pile without another thought. Your pants next he gently pulled them down and nothing left was in his way.

Crawling back over, one hand cupped the side of your cheek and jaw, moving your lips perfectly into place as he pressed his bare frame over yours. Your legs spreading as they bent to seek home by his hips, Jon used the other to cup the back of your head. Keeping your lips to his as he guided you to follow in his kiss. Nothing but the gentle sound of his lips moving with yours was around. Not the sounds of outside, not the crackling of a fire always close in any room. Just the two of you, as your hands roamed his shoulders and back.

Not a shred of the roughness he took you with earlier, moving from your lips down to your neck, not biting. Just his lips, his tongue, still taking his opportunity to suck marks deep into your neck, you gasped loudly as your back arched up into him. The hand on your jaw, now wrapping around your waist, keeping your hips pressed to his, the feeling of his cock hard running along you as if he could simply ignore it.

Your heart pounding in your chest the further his lips moved, your breathing heaving your chest as he came down to them. Grasping each in a rough hand, that time your gasp was far sharper, far more high pitched as you almost didn't contain a whine along with it. His eyes adjusted better then yours, Jons gaze shot up to you. Muttering quiet with a thick rasp, “Shh, darling. I know, they're sensitive this way, barley have to touch you anywhere else now.”

Your head falling back to the ground, your hands wanted to keep holding onto Jon, but his shoulders too far down to wrap around properly, only nails digging in slightly as you mumbled back. “No, please, please I need you-”

Pressing his lips gentle to each breast, despite caressing and groping them tightly together, he reassured you with deep tones to seduce rather then calm. “I'll touch you I promise, but these,” Groping more before his fingers found your nipples in a more pinch that had you gasp for him again. “You're so sensitive now, carrying my child...” More and more your core twisted at the sparks he sent through your breasts.

He was right, they were so much more sensitive now and Jon adored it. You nodded despite not knowing if he could even see, but your tongue was stinging being bitten down on to contain yourself, the worry that how suddenly Jon touch burned you would seem depraved and unhinged, but you felt it with such need as he twisted the buds of your breasts, giving them a tug before letting one hand go back to grasping to replace the twisting sensation with a bite.

A hand finding his curls, grounding yourself before you floated away Jon bit at your nipples before sinking his teeth into the skin around it. Leaving a sheen of cold from his saliva when he would drifted, only to switch to the other. His hand now yanking at the nipple against your breast stinging from how much you knew he marked it in colours.

Biting down against the other, your core burned and twisted right until you felt tears leave the corners of your eyes from where you lay, but always arching into his touch. He couldn't you thought, he couldn't finish you just from this surely. But if that were the case, why were your hips almost grinding up into his, feeling the brush of his cock.

Moving away, Jon looked up to you with a tilt of his head. “You're not going to cum for me, just from this alone..” Testing the waters, he groped them roughly with his thumbs running along your nipples and the manner in which it twisted in your gut would be embarrassing had Jon not dropped his head slightly. “Fuck..” Before returning right back. Taking your nipples between his teeth and increasing the roughness every passing cry.

It was so quick, the build without anything but the slight brushing of his cock against your core, but it was too fast. It had you shiver in his touch not from the cold, but your hands tightened in his hair. A growl leaving him at the tug, you did it again only for Jon to bite down at your breasts harder. You could feel how much they were going to sting come morning but you craved it.

“Come on.” Muttering against you, as he yanked at them once more. But it was the return of his lips to your neck which did you in. It felt humiliating, an orgasm coming from his touch at your breasts alone but you writhed up into him almost desperate for your breasts to be let go. Sloppily trailing to your lips, Jon captured another kiss as he muttered under his breath, nothing but inaudible swears until he slunk to your ear with hot breaths. “I'm not done.”

That time he did not pace himself down your body. Somewhat sitting up, Jon grasped your hips, yanking you to pull down the fur. Pulling your legs over his shoulders, Jon leaned down enough so your back remained flat but his grip on your hips kept you hoisted in the air, and more notably, kept you wide open for his mouth at his desire.

Grateful for the hidden acts, knowing were you to see the utter display Jon had you in, you would feel nothing in your bones but a deep shame at what you were willing to let him do. Licking a path right from your core up to your clit, he gave the same treatment to it as he did your breasts, teeth scraping against the bundle of nerves before sucking at it. Cries leaving you without notice but the feeling of how wet you were not anything to Jon but a feast.

Tongue flat against you, licking down before shifting enough so one hand slid down to cup a cheek of your ass, as if keeping you perched right for his tasting. Licking deep inside of you, the spinning in your head immense as you soaked him with every brush of his tongue inside. Warm his mouth was against already your warm cunt, the winter outside need not exist as the sweat built up the more you cried out, hands grasping at the fur beneath you tightly.

Grunting into you, fingertips digging roughly into your ass to the degree you felt his nails carving half moons into the skin. His other hand firmly at your hip keeping you trapped in such a position, and yet your hands yearned to touch him. To let him touch you, but words couldn't escape between breathe of pleads and begs of his name for something your desire could hardly ask for through the fog.

Nose nudging against your clit, every bit of wetness you soaked him with was not let escape to find your skin. Only his tongue, as Jon felt the pounding in his heart as his insides burned how much he could loose his senses this way. Your begs for him were the only sound he needed, knowing if he kept you this way, you'd cling to him so needy when he finally climbed back over top of you. For now though, he guided you into that darkness more around you, sucking back at your clit before nibbling down and tearing gasps from your lips.

Drinking from your cunt, were they not closed, Jons eyes may have rolled into the back of his head, the taste was so heavy but so perfect. You gave no man this but Jon, it belonged to him, this taste belonged to him and not even a sliver of what you were like down here could match to such a feast.

Were the end of you both coming to the destination of this journey, the only meal Jon wished to have before you both went was this. He'd keep you on his mouth and tongue as long as he possibly could, he knew he would need this. Almost every night Jon wanted to let his tongue run along your soaking, sensitive walls until you gifted him more of your wetness.

Which you continued to do, begging his name.

“Gods, Jon..please, you're-gods you're so good, so perfect..” Sometimes you knew you spoke but not a clue what words truly came out of your mouth. But that core inside you burned and twisted and turned until you felt your legs tensing around him, but Jon only held you tighter against his ravenous mouth.

Growling into you, it vibrated against your walls and dragged you over that edge. Tongue soaking up every slick of orgasm you poured into his mouth. Breathless cries leaving you, but Jon only growled more the longer you came, the longer you let him lick inside your cunt the perfect taste.

Only when your legs started to tense and almost pull away did Jon tear from you. Letting your legs drop, spread wide for him did he let you heave in need for air, hand running along his mouth to gather what remained before crawling back over you, hoisting your legs back up to his hips, muttering against your lips so close you already could taste what remained on him of you. “Wrap them around me.”

Somehow relaxing now that your arms could follow your legs, the later at his hips and hooking around his back and your arms wrapping around his shoulders as your nails scratched into him. His kiss deep and forcing his tongue into your needing mouth to brush against yours, making you taste yourself the way he couldn't stop craving.

A hand cupping the back of your head to keep your kiss against his lips, Jon spared no more time as he used his other hand to grasp your hip. In one single, smooth and soaking thrust Jons cock stretched you thick, sinking as deep as he could go without any resistance despite how tightly you clenched around him. Your nails carving into his back, tearing himself from your lips in almost a snarl at the sting, despite such an innocent look on your face, overwhelmed at how much his cock filled you.

Jon knew by now, he had utterly ruined everything that once made you so pure.

It wasn't the cold causing you to shiver as such, the slow drag of his cock against the most sensitive walls inside of you, making you feel his every inch. Only when he was sat deep inside of you did Jon press his forehead against yours, rasping through such a gruff need. “I'm bringing us home. All four of us, I promise.”

Eyes hooded from the spark flying through your veins, you sought after his kiss. Muttering between each press of your lips, “Stay with me, that's all I need. No matter what, that's all I need..” Pushing you back into the furs to deepen the kiss, you felt the protest in him but you raked your hands through his curls almost soothingly.

You didn't need any promises but that you'd be together. Everything you needed was already with you, right in this tent and that was all you could ever ask the gods for. Slowly, Jon begun to slide his cock almost all the way out, only the tip still inside you and he thrusted back in you just as slow. A burn hardly out of control much like the embers of the fire outside, enough to keep you going but dim and soothing instead of wild and out of control.

Breathing heavy between you both as each slid of his cock snug inside you had you cry out, and each time you clenched around such a sting he gave you Jon eased you with a kiss. For every way he could take you, nothing was ever more overwhelming then when he fucked so calm, slowly, taking his time instead of tearing you apart. One hand high on your waist slid down, running over the scar with a pressure knowing he was trying to feel any changes yet.

Brows furrowing you knew he was trying to figure it out, what did you feel like the night before what could he be imagining from hope, but your cries tore him back to the present. Somewhat hiding in his neck, you burned white hot within you, you were soaking his cock you knew it. Every thrust it got worse but you might cry if he stopped, if he pulled out. Grasping desperately around his back and shoulders, Jon tried to shift so he ran a hand down what he could of your hair.

“I know, darling. I know. It's a lot.” Nodding against him, he never changed his pace, never moved how hard he thrusted into you, but your muscles shook as your mind fogged. So hazy he could say anything and you'd nod in agreement as long as he kept his cock inside you.

Closer and closer the building in your core got, the more Jon buried his face in your hair in return. Trying to keep above instead of pressing you into the furs, but you let a whine escape enough that Jon almost groaned in your ear, even moreso when you begged so sweetly. “Please Jon, please, I want you to finish with me..please..”

Turning to kiss the side of your head, Jon nodded against you after. “I'm close, show me what you learned.” Hesitantly, you let a hand around his shoulder slide away. Drifting down between your bodies, Jon knew you found it the moment you jumped the slightest in his arms. “That's it, come on,”

Slowly sliding in and out, you refused to touch your clit at any pace Jon was not setting. Rubbing just slight circles, trying to find the right feeling when he bit at your ear, hissing against it. “Don't overthink it.”

It was a little easier, telling yourself once again to focus on his cock inside of you and you followed as such so naturally. Pressing your forehead against his, you felt his cock throbbing inside of you just as the heat in you burned enough the coil twisted tightly, small needing cries left muffled into his neck and clenching tight around.

Just as it released, just as the desire flooded your veins with a beg of his name did Jon groan yours. Pressing you flat against the fur, but not before he snatched your hand from your clit. Pushing it against the fur as well beside your head, Jon interlocked your fingers together as he pulled back to capture your lips into a rough kiss. Thick and hot, his seed spilled inside of you at the deepest point, your hand grasping somewhat at his waist beckoning him almost further.

Slow thrusts moved down to slower, and slower before almost hardly being considered moving as you and Jon both lost each other in his kiss. As if you weren't already carrying his child, Jon refused to leave as if you needed to be filled with his seed at any time.

Gentle brushes of his tongue against yours, just to coax you back to him. Smaller kisses being pressed back to your lips each time he pulled away, followed by a longer, more chaste kiss as he slowly pulled out of you. Running a hand up and down your hip and keeping your fingers interlocked on the other side as he did so. Murmuring the moment he led up, “I love you.”

For the sweat and seed shared between your bare bodies, Jon let out a boyish smile and chuckle along with it. Pressing a kiss to your lips once more muttering, “And I love you.” Until the after shocks would settle, Jon kept you in his neck and his face in your hair, running hands over one another.

Only when you could kiss him back without gasping for any air once more, Jon finally turned you in his arms. Pulling your back firmly against his chest as he pressed his hand once again firmly against your stomach. Both nuzzling back into the other, you both were fine if sleep was harder to come by out here as long as you'd find it wrapped in one another like this.

It was but another grim day in the sky, but such things felt normal no matter where in the North one travelled. Climbing off your horse, you gently led him over to where a few posts still remained, albeit more rough and more covered in snow then likely when such a place was kept.

It was a clearing of land in the middle of the forest, and yet the buildings here no longer existed as they once had some time ago. Scattered remains which in fresh days looked like they could be burnt, but the snow and ice dusting over them now hid such evidence from afar. Running your gloved hand along their mane before stepping towards what remained of an open entrance like gate.

Jon did the same not a few feet from you, but his mind was as distant as his grey eyes were hazy with something unspoken and troubled. You wouldn't rush. He had wanted to come to whatever this was, and you would give him whatever time he needed with the remains of a memory.

Your feet carrying you one path to another avoiding the rubble, but unavoidable the longer you walked around what used to be some sort of building. You had been through villages once belonging to the free folk, but this reminded you more of a home. Tucked away in the forest from the rest of the world and it was a wonder what sort of world this north used to be before the winter colds came down.

Everything was as clear to Jon as it was both times he had been here. The first filled with strange memories, visions of the very woman walking some feet around the keep from him with Jons own brother, the truth of what exactly went on with the girls living here and the stacking upon stacking of evidence that a monster of a man lived here.

It was difficult to imagine someone with spirits as bright still as Gilly had come from such a dour, horrible place. Or how she had found harmony and love in someone as unlikely thinking he'd find it as Sam. Then again, once more Jon looked to you, wide eyes searching all around to put together what Jon was not saying in the silence, and he knew you too were somehow what he never thought would be someone he could have.

Finding a voice eventually, Jon walked more towards the middle of the keep over the wood still remaining from when he himself had helped burn it down. “This was Crasters Keep.” Your head turned to look at him, and it was still so odd seeing you in such a place he hated. A place where once was full of men he would be terrified to have you anywhere near. “The Nights Watch had an arrangement with Craster. We'd bring him things from south of the Wall, and he'd let our rangers stay and sleep here on their way to wherever they were going.”

Eyes narrowing in question you asked, “I thought the free folk had all hated the Nights Watch.”

Nodding, Jon didn't dispute it. “They did. Craster included. He hated everything that wasn't himself. He just liked his greed more then his privacy.” Your expression twisting a bit, he knew that wasn't even the half of it. Jon wasn't about to tell you the disgusting truth of his wives, or the vulgar things he meaninglessly shouted towards Jon with just to try and humiliate him in front of his brothers. He only was alright with you being in this place, now that it was gone.

Some things north of the Wall Jon thought, you should never know. The world you lived in together away from here was bad enough, he didn't need to divulge the worst of this place to you. Or what his brothers did once this place became theirs. Your voice cutting through the quiet, “What happened here exactly?”

Face falling into a frown, Jon considered the most gentle way to describe it. The first half was the easy one, the second not so much, taking his time explaining to get to that second half. “I wasn't here for it, it was after the brothers got attacked at the Fist of the First Men. They were making their way back to the Wall and stopped here, but for some of them I guess they had enough.” Turning to look at him, Jons face fell a bit to something he knew you'd tell was a sorrow. “Some of them put a knife through Crasters mouth, took hostage some of the brothers that fought back, and killed Lord Commander Mormont.”

Eyes widening at him, Jon knew it wasn't pity. It was his own guilt for how it ended for him and not being anywhere near it that he was seeing. Tender your voice was, trying not to overstep what you could tell was a wound which still felt strange in his heart. “So they burned it all down?”

“No. I did that.” Training his eyes to the ground, he begun searching for any signs. Glancing to Ghost wandering by with a look asking for him to help without need of words. “Mance's army was coming this way, and I knew if they got here, the mutineers would tell them the truth. What our weak spots were and how few men we actually had. So I had men come with me to kill them all before Mance got to them.”

Not seeing your reaction, but he could tell a bit that you were on the further North side of the keep. “What about his wives? What happened to them?”

Maybe he was being too soft with you, but it wasn't just the mutineers he could see, it was Ramsay. A man like him would've fit right in with that lot. So he kept the worst of it out. “Some ran, the ones who were still here when we got there, I knew they had nowhere to go. Offered to take them back to Castle Black, find them work, keep them safe. But they refused.” Asking why, Jon once more concocted a gentler version of it. “My brothers killed their father, took over their home, and Craster wasn't exactly a good man either. So they told us to burn it down, they'd find their own way.”

Jon looking through the rubble wondered, where had they gone, who did they find. Perhaps they found a way to get South, he hoped they did. They deserved a better life then anything in the far North could give them.

A whine from the west side came from Ghost, drawing his attention. Climbing over most of it, Jon jumped down to what had his direwolfs attention. Pulling back some of the rubble, it was cracked, it wasn't whole, but it was there. Looking up with a low muttering, “You sure?” Ghost only gesturing his head back down, and Jon knew that was a yes. Running his hand over with a small smile, “Good boy.”

He picked it up gently. It was all that was left, but what was left didn't deserve to be left out here. Maege Mormont had said she knew what it felt like to have your brother die thousands of miles from where you were to protect them, betrayed by his own men. She knew that pain exactly as Jon did, and Jon had the feeling you refused to discuss certain things about Robb, because you were avoiding the conversation of why you couldn't get his remains home.

He wanted nothing more then to have a scrap of Robb to bury, but he could give Maege this. He could bring what was left of Jeor Mormont home hopefully. He'd try at least. Shifting things around he wrapped it before finding a safe place for it near the bottom of the bag over his back.

Pushing up to stand once more did Jon notice he and Ghost were alone. The horses both still there, but nowhere in the remains of Crasters Keep did he see you. Calling your name, Jon glanced to Ghost in question.

It was that dream. The one you had the night you, Robb, and Theon had discussed sending him back to Pyke. You had gone to sleep that night, and dreamt of another night in the wolfswood by Winterfell. Only as you walked through the woods north of the keep, you realized your memory had blended with whatever it was Jon had seen that night. You knew these woods from that dream, and further and further your feet carried you looking for it.

The dream had haunted you for years, you would see nothing now you knew but you had to find it.

A baby laid on the snow, as if tossed away while it cried, and a crackling of ice before blue eyes glowing as crystals picked the baby up and walked further away into the northern woods. You had woken suddenly from that point, but you knew now it was real. Standing there, you resisted the urge to reach for your stomach. The idea of giving your child up in the snow for something to take like a monster in a bed side story.

Only a monster could do such a thing, giving up life they helped to create before it ever stood a chance? No good person worth remembering would do such a thing. You hadn't even heard Jon coming up behind you until the hand pressed against the hair at the back of your head, turning you enough to pull you to his lips. A kiss left to the back of your head as that hand slipped down to grasp at the edges of the fur covered hood by your neck.

Standing beside one another, it was another wave of an oddity for you both. The sight of a vision you knew the other had seen, and only now so many years later did you meet here in person where it had haunted you both. Rasping low in your ear, “Don't wander off on me like that.”

Whispering that you were sorry, you could see from the side of your vision him nodding without anger or irritation behind it. He was as wide eyed and trapped in place as you were. “How could someone do that? Give their child up to them, abandon them in the snow like they mean nothing to you?”

Using his grip on the fur, Jon pulled you closer into his side. “He was a monster. Murdering his own children.”

You both could see it, the creature walking away with the baby. The first time for you, that ice and cold and blue haunted your nightmares. “What did they want them for? The boys, what did the Others want with children?”

Was Jons answer more disturbing or less, neither was sure. “I don't know.”

His own hand reach out to run against your stomach before using the grip to turn you around, keeping you at his side with the hand pressing at your lower back. Moving you both back up the snowy grounds to the keep, Jon didn't want to look back. He wanted to know many things by the end of this, but maybe he didn't want to know what happened to the boys Craster gave up.

That way he wouldn't have to imagine in some months, the nightmare of his own son being given up like that. Jon knew he was many things in his new life, but willing to give up his children like that would never be one of them.

You relied on Jon to guide this journey, and this you never questioned his route. So perhaps, it was being kept from you that instead of crossing the Gorge as he knew was more then possible, he was taking a bit of extra time to go around it before making the longer trek to the Fist of the First Men.

The Frost Fangs were a long stretch of ice covered mountains and the terrain was going to be the more rough part. Jon having told you that it would take the longest to get through them. “If I were alone, it may be easier, but I'm going to be taking it slow with you. We won't get there for months, so I won't rush you through them. Not now and certainly not then.”

You both knew why, not only were you not used to terrain which was coming that way, but by his estimation, you would be at least four months by the time you would reach the beginning of them. You'd be showing by then, and he wasn't going to risk you or the babies life if there was even a scrap of a chance he could get you home.

Sometimes it surprised you that even in the sort of cold around, the feeling of freshly fallen snow still was something near refreshing. For quite a while as you travelled, there was a continuous falling around you of large, almost wondrous snowflakes heavily making a home in your hair. More then once Jon however had turned to ensure you weren’t too cold, and just as many times as he would ask, would you dismiss it with your eyes squinting upwards.

The white of the cloud covered sky and the endless snow falling down against it like a blanket was a feeling familiar even though the side was more new. As Jon clarified his question, affirming that you nor the baby would be too cold, you smiled before looking back at him. “Her fathers a man of the North, and I grew up around the rains and storms of an island. I think she is well equipped to handle a little more cold then normal so far.”

All you caught at first was a vauge comment under his breath somewhere along the lines of saying that indeed, his son would be prepared for it. Continuing on the never ending battle for which you were to have persisted between you both. Boy or girl?

Glancing up ahead, Jon gestured to a coming stream. “We’ll stop here until it clears up.” Looking over to him with a bemused dismay you attempted to ask if if he heard what you had said about being fine, when he cut you off with an ease and calm. “I did, and I’m ignoring you.” You could see the grin forming as he rode up ahead of you first.

Securing both horses, Ghost around you both had begun his usual wander. Dutifully by Jons side when travelling but always eager to stretch his legs at any stop. Settling his, Jon gently took the reigns of your own horse for you, not even a question in his conscious mind of allowing you to simply do the work. He almost had to pause mid movement to think about it when you had opened your mouth. “You do have to let me do things on my own sometimes.”

Eyes narrowing up at you in thought, Jon kept it to himself for the duration it took to settle the reigns and rise back to his full height before he gave you a small shrug. “I could. I don’t think I’ve actually stopped you from trying.”

Turning away slightly with a forming grin a this ease and audacity, you arms crossed your front before looking back with a raised brow and tint to your tone of playful challenge. “You absolutely have done that.” Asking when, you sighed out with a more mocking tone of frustration both knew was not real. “Everyday. I can do things on my own still, I am very much as able as I was months ago if you let me prove it. But, even though-”

Taking a step close to you with a laugh of his own, you cut your own words off in favour of having him elaborate on what was so funny. “You’re about to do the thing my father always said.”

Head jolting back a little in question, your eyes brightened a bit wondering of his point. “What?”

An eyebrow raised on him that time with a tone filled to the brim with a smugness that it was about to get under your skin. “That everything somebody says before the word but, is horseshit.”

Your face falling amusingly flat, you tilted your head at him. “I think you’re being a bit hyperbolic. He never quite said it as crudely as that.”

Jon though had something in his eyes radiating with a memory not quite as amusing, but wrapped around a lightness of better times. Looking back down to you with something far less teasing and much more soft, as if relaying the memories to you as they played out behind his eyes. “He never said it like that to you.” Your silence taking appropriately as a question of elaboration, he turned more to the sight of the stream beside you both as you followed. “You’re a girl. He never swore around you or my sisters, wasn’t proper.”

The quiet was light for a moment, but instead of falling into the same form of memory, what slipped out of you was much too quick for your own good. “So why didn’t you ever learn that lesson?”

By the time Jon turned back to you with something smart on his lips, did you make your move towards the stream. Refilling your own water with the thought in the back of your head when you stood up to do his as well, Jon continued speaking as he came up beside you. Only, turning to him at one point to respond did you realize you hadn’t actually known what he was saying to you. Noticing you had somehow stopped paying attention.

Eyes narrowing a little, you realized you were focusing far more on a growing feeling in your stomach. You had reach two months without this, you thought perhaps new life meant you would not return to this.

Jon only noticed you were distracted, perhaps seconds before it all came up. Trying to turn from him completely, he did not let you go far. Following you in seconds, your frame keeled over as the sickness all came up. Hair gathering in his hand, the other running down your back but he was quiet as he was close.

One wave stopped and you only got as far as a wince before more returned. It was never much, but always was as unpleasant as it burned your throat no matter how little there was. Leaning more to your side, in the seconds you had to gasp for air, Jon pressed a kiss to the back of your head, but didn't speak. Just kept himself there, the gentle nuzzle on occasion doing more to calm you then he would know. Just when you thought you were done, just a bit more.

In truth, you stayed knelt there longer then you knew was needed because you were embarrassed. No you hadn't wanted Robb to fuss, but you simply didn't want to be ill like that in front of your husband, and you still didn't want to despite Jon being close by your side now. This was an unflattering, gross part of being with child and you wished it would have waited until you were alone long enough Jon wouldn't notice. Jon though, only gently promped you to drink water, knowing no doubt the burn scratching your throat. You whispering out between drinks, “I'm sorry.”

Running a hand through your hair, Jon was confused. “Darling, don't be sorry.”

Shaking your head, you hadn't looked back at him yet. Pushing up from your thighs suddenly, trying to shake off it hoping he would ignore your sudden outburst did you turn only to find Jon rummaging through something he kept on him. Tossing it to you, your brows narrowed before unravelling the small bundle and thus a bright amused look came over you instantly.

“Dare I ask why you have these on you ready to go?”

Twisting his face in a playful doubt, Jon ran his hand still through your hair. Watching you take one from it before wrapping it back up for you, and tucking it away on your own person. “I wasn't going to bring you here if I didn't learn how to take care of you.” He said it so passively that it clashed with the lift in your heart. Mint and Ginger. He had brought it from Winterfell with him, knowing it would help should you get ill at times.

The mixture easing things in more then one way, you washed the rest of it with water before Jon pulled you back to his side towards the horses. Only you grasped at his arm first, turning you back to him with a look of ask in your eyes. “You're too sweet to me, do you know that?”

Running a hand through your hair, Jon leaned right into you, only to stop inches from your lips when you raised yourself up to meet him halfway. “Didn't you just throw up?”

The drop in your expression as you looked at him flatly. “Really Snow, you think I don't now why you brought mint of all things?” He only laughed in response. Smirking with a slight shake of your head, you playfully scolded. “Taking care of me only as long as it benefits you.”

Jon nudged your nose with his, “I love you.”

Eyes rolling before you leaned up to meet his lips, Jon kept you there for as long as it took to steal the breath you had just gotten back. Somethings it seemed, sweet, teasing, or otherwise had yet to change.

And thus it continued on. Another day of travelling the cold and empty, and another night spent in routine ending with Jon unwilling to sleep without being inside of you, nor you without him. Underneath him, pressing you into whatever tree or rocks he was impatient enough to take you against, or perched in his lap as the only sound anywhere for miles in the night was skin slapping together as he would bounce you roughly on his cock, echoing through the walls of your tent.

The only things you had out here were each other, and you knew the further you got here, the more desperate it was going to get. But you knew, no matter what it cost to get there, you wouldn't wish to be away from Jon no matter what.

If your second chance together was to die at the end of his journey, you both would make it count until the very final moment. You came back to life, to bring Jon back to life. You loved many in your life and always would, but this was where you were meant to be.

Following him to the very end, no matter what unknowns were awaiting there for you.

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ᥫ᭡ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐫 | trafalgar law x f!reader

✧ chapter 1 :: winged shadow

｡˚ summary: dragon queen reader decides to ally with trafalgar law and monkey d. luffy after the defeat of doflamingo, but you find yourself falling in love with the captain of the heart pirates.

(reader is "loosely" based off khaleesi from got)

law might be a little ooc just a litttleeeeeee

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throughout all of the summer, the skies were blue—clear, blue skies. always shining, always hot. but today it was grey. so grey that the grass appeared to have no color. nothing had any color. it was all drained. even your face had been drained of all color. trees were drained of their vibrant greens, and birds of different colors all became dark and solemn. it felt empty—as if the earth was dying.

the funeral pyre burned with dragon fire as you stared into it with nothing but sadness in your eyes. you stared into nothingness, straight into that blazing fire. it crackled and spat bits of flame around. it was the only sound you paid attention to. yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to cry. you stood there with your hands intertwined, not moving one bit. this was your mourning. you were to not be disturbed until you made the first move.

after a violent battle between your husband and an enemy, he suffered an almost fatal attack to the heart. but in the final blow, he killed his attacker and later on suffered the consequences of the attacker's hit. and while he was dying you were giving birth. in the end, you lost both your husband and newborn on the same day. all forty thousand of his men stuck by you. you were their sole salvation.

finally, you turned around with tears welling in your eyes and a face that only showed mixed feelings. your trusted advisor and handmaiden, eira, walked up next to you and grabbed one of your hands. she was younger than you, a girl at the age of only eleven. she squeezed it tight which almost caused you to let loose of your tears and fall to the ground. eira noticed your slight change in demeanor and only came up closer to you to try and comfort you. as she comforted you, one of the men from the group came up to you; the commander of the warriors, lexer. you looked up at him, right into his dark eyes. he bent down in front of you on one knee, still looking right into your eyes.

“we will follow you until we no longer walk this earth,” he said in his thick accented voice. “there is no other leader we wish to follow. you belong on the throne, not your brother. you must take it. you are the true queen…”

he bowed his head, and so did every other man and woman that followed. you felt eira let go of your hand, and when you turned your head to look at her, she too was bending the knee to you. everybody was. your white gown blew in the wind (white being the traditional color for funerals in your culture), its cape flying in all different directions as you heard one of your dragons land behind you. it screeched loudly, almost as if it was agreeing with what your army said. you only managed to shut your eyes and allow tears to roll down your cheeks. they were right and you knew it. your brother, the king aenys, was “mad”. he was vile. you knew you were the only person who could take him down. so, you decided to do it. to take the throne and become the queen.

you were only fifteen.

—

four years have passed since that day. after you usurped your brother and executed him by burning him alive, your reign has been one of the best in the history of your family. you conquered even more islands and kingdoms than you could have ever imagined. you were one of the strongest people in the new world since you conquered and controlled a third of it. and your family history with the emperors of the sea only backed you up even more. you have strong allies, strong armies, strong terrains, and dragons. you were not to be fucked with. you were not to be betrayed.

you arrived in sabaody archipelago a few moments ago. they were holding an auction to sell slaves. for a while now, you wanted to stop it. they were to be freed not sold. and finally, you decided to do it. but it was the wrong timing. most, if not all, supernovas were present. they were fighting marines while the celestial dragons walked with their slaves chained behind them. you and your army hid well where nobody could see you. you turned to the commander of your queen’s guard, saxan. lexer stood beside him with his armor and helmet on. dragon wings on the helmet and the sigil of your house banner right in the middle of it. you looked at the army behind them after eyeing what they both were wearing.

“my warriors!” you yelled in your mother tongue, aegrean. “slay the masters, slay the marines, slay every man and woman who hold chains, but harm no child. strike the chains off every slave you see!”

you turned back to look at the two, giving them one last glance before walking away. you were in a remote area of the archipelago where nobody was in due to the chaos. it was perfect for hiding and planning an attack. you walked up to one of your dragons, drago. he was the one you rode ever since you were big enough to even ride a dragon. your two other dragons glaurung and morgul, his brother and sister, were already seeking your attention as they brought their noses up to you. you caressed the sides of it before getting on drago. he ran a few ways before setting off to fly. you grabbed on tight to the saddle and allowed yourself to be calmed by the strong winds.

dragons were faster than humans, so you arrived at the auction house in a matter of minutes. the screeching of your dragons caught the attention of the marines, supernovas, and other folk. when you were close enough to be able to see them right where you wanted them, you let out the word “nār” which meant fire in your mother tongue. drago fired down on them first and then along came the other two. you heard the screaming of everybody, including one of the supernovas especially. when drago flew over them to get to the auction house, you managed to get a closer look at the three. monkey d. luffy, eustass kid, and trafalgar law. the captain of the straw hats was of course the one screaming loudly and excitedly at the sight of dragons raining hellfire onto the marines. you scrunched your nose in annoyance and turned away. you disliked the supernovas.

drago flew over to the auction house and landed on top of it. you were now behind the pirate captains. drago screeched loudly and jumped down onto the ground, breaking the auction house with a whip of its tail. your army came running towards the auction house with their weapons and artillery.

“free the slaves! slay the masters! i shall burn all of this down!” you yelled in aegrean. your dragon screeched even louder as if he was ordering them as well. you looked up at the sky to see the other two dragons continuing to burn the rest of the marines. they would soon leave to burn their ships. there was going to be no means of escape for them. drago turned and looked at the three supernovas in front of him. he growled and yelled as he ran up to them. you watched their faces as drago snarled at them. kid and law seemed a bit freaked out, but luffy only screamed as stars erupted in his eyes.

“she has dragons!” he yelled. “she saved us with them! that is so cool!”

you looked down at him with a blank expression. he was annoying you because he ran around all excited yelling praises about your child. kid smacked him across the head and yelled at him for being annoying. “we didn’t need no saving, she was just getting rid of the remainders for us!”

“it didn’t seem like that!” luffy yelled back.

you turned your head to the third one. law had the faintest smirk spread across his lips as he looked from your dragon up to you. you locked eyes. golden eyes, slightly tanned skin, and dark hair. you admitted to yourself that he was handsome, but he was a pirate, nonetheless. not a warlord of the sea, not an emperor, just a supernova. he was below you. but something about him made you want to know more about him. but you resisted your urges and turned to look away from him.

“your majesty!” yelled saxan. he came up next to you which caught you off guard. you looked at him instead and allowed him to continue speaking.

“all slaves from the auction house have been freed,” he said. “no more warriors are left in there. it is empty—“

“good,” you cut him off and drago quickly turned around to burn it down. and once it was of no more, he ran past the supernovas and took off once again. you looked behind you to see the area one more time. all that was left was the fire. you looked away and continued to fly off into the horizon. there were more slaves to free. you had arrived later than you hoped, so, of course, a few were sold and were now walking with whoever. you needed to find them. you looked around to see anybody, but the streets were empty. there was nobody here. why wasn’t there anybody? you furrowed your eyebrows in distress. it was quiet too, too quiet.

then you heard it.

the sound of something whipping through the air and a bright light. drago cried out in pain as he suddenly started to fall from the sky. you groaned as you tried to keep a hold of him. and as you fell from the sky, you saw a pacifista come from the shadows. your eyes only widened in fear as it kept its hand extended to your child. drago was smart enough though, and amid his pain, he flew to a safer place and landed. you jumped off of him and ran to his side. whatever the pacifista did it didn’t harm him badly. all he needed was time to rest, and he was in too much pain to fly. your poor baby.

tears welled in your eyes as you rubbed your dragon's side, trying to comfort him and calm him down. the sound of his cries pained your ears but you had to stop yourself from crying. he needed your support.

“rest, my child,” you whispered in aegrean. “we will heal you when you can fly again.” but he only cried in pain even more.

that’s when you heard the stomping. you turned around to face the pacifista right as it stopped a few meters in front of you. your breathing became heavier and faster as it raised its hand. but drago whipped his head around and opened its mouth to breathe fire. right before he could though, a blue sphere surrounded you, the pacifista, and drago. next thing you knew the pacifista was cut in two, and it fell over dead. drago started to snarl at whoever was behind the goddamn cyborg.

law walked around it, revealing himself to you. you locked eyes again and he started walking up to you. you straightened your back and walked a couple of feet in front of your dragon. “hold it!” you yelled in the common tongue.

law stopped and stood right when you yelled. you looked him up and down, still breathing heavily from the encounter. “another step and he will turn you to ash,” you said. you turned around to calm drago down, and once he laid his head back down on the ground, you turned back to face the pirate captain.

“i must thank you for saving us,” you said. law walked right up to you and stood only a few inches away at this point. he was tall and had a good build.

“you got the marines off my ass and my crew’s,” he said. “i don’t want to be indebted to somebody, let alone you.”

you looked him up and down, then back into his eyes. “your debt is repaid then, so i don’t know why you’re still standing here.”

“your… dragon,” he pointed his sword at him. you narrowed your eyes at him. “i can help him.”

“you only want to help him so i can be indebted to you this time,” you said, stepping closer to him.

“maybe, maybe not. but a mother’s child is in pain…”

“how am i supposed to trust you?“

“you’re not.”

law moved past you and dropped his sword on the ground. he walked up to the wound with you following behind him. hesitantly, he placed both of his hands by the wound before turning his head to look at you. he saw the worry on your face.

“this won’t hurt him, right?” you asked, your voice almost breaking. law shook his head “no” and you then let him take over. you didn’t know how but assumed it was his devil fruit power, but in seconds drago’s wound started to heal. once law stepped away from him you let out a deep breath.

“thank you,” you said.

“i’m intrigued by dragons,” he said, going to grab his sword. “do not think of this as a debt to be repaid. i’ve always wanted to touch a dragon.”

you smiled, but once he turned around to look at you, you dropped it. you didn’t say anything else as you climbed back onto drago and took off. he screeched, and in return so did his siblings. you left the archipelago with the kindness of law in mind. you wouldn’t forget it.

—

two years have gone by since that ordeal. you forgot about it in all honesty, but sometimes when you are with drago your eyes go over to the small scar that was left behind by that pacifista. you think of the kindness once more and never again. until one day when your hand, eddard, came up to you to tell you that trafalgar law has docked at the port and wanted to meet with you. he was a warlord now and was more feared. what he wanted to speak about, you would never guess. you then think back to drago and wonder if his words were a lie.

you sat on your throne, patiently waiting for him. your eyes darted around the room in boredom. dragon carvings on the wall, dragon statues, large candle holders down the sides of the room, and small steps up to your throne in front of you. the skylight allowed the sun to shine through, but it never reached your feet. eira stood next to you but down the steps some, and so did eddard. a few of your soldiers and warriors were also in the room. you were very much protected.

when the doors to the throne room opened, trafalgar came walking in. by the looks of it, he seemed stronger. you wondered if his personality had changed or not. he stopped, and behind him followed a polar bear with an orange boiler suit. you almost raised an eyebrow but stopped yourself.

“you stand in the presence of queen y/n l/n. conqueror of the new world. queen of the new world. protector of the new world. the first dragon queen…” said eira

he only nodded his head and turned to look at the polar bear. he didn’t say anything. eira looked back at you with concern in her eyes. you gave her a look that she only understood, and decided to introduce him to you since he was uninterested in doing it himself. “this is trafalgar law. captain of the heart pirates. warlord of the sea. his bounty is at four-hundred forty million berries.”

“we’ve met before,” you said with a smile. “i hope the seas weren’t too rough.” you cupped your hands over your lap.

“the seas are never rough when you’re traveling by submarine,” he said. you only nodded.

“then what brings you to my kingdom?”

“an alliance.”

“alliance?” you questioned, raising a brow. “whatever for?”

“dressrosa is one of your kingdoms, is it not? doflamingo took control of it when your brother was still king. we both have a mutual hatred for the man and i think it would be best if we were to be allies in taking him down.”

eddard walked up the steps to get to you. you lingered your gaze from law and then to your hand right when he reached you. he gave his back to the pirate and pursed his lips at you. “your majesty, trafalgar has a long history with doflamingo. it would be best to let him take doflamingo down on his own. a reminder that kaidou—“

you cut him off. “i’m no fool, pirate,” you said, raising your voice. “there is more to this than what meets the eye. what is it that you truly want?”

law smirked. “i could never lie to a queen,” he said, taking a few steps toward you. your warriors moved forward though, causing him to stop. you raised your hand. “it’s alright,” you said in aegrean. they moved back and law walked up the first few steps but didn’t dare come closer to you.

“my main goal is to defeat kaidou,” he said.

you scoffed. “then you may leave this kingdom and my seas. when the time comes, i will fight doflamingo with my army and dragons. i will take back control over my kingdom by myself. but if you wish to get that out of the way for me on your own, then go ahead.”

“you cannot fight doflamingo on your own. you need my help.”

“i do not need the help of a pirate. you’re the one who needs my help,” you glared at him. “i will not betray an emperor of the sea. i don’t want any involvement in this plan.”

“kaidou is no ally of yours,” said law angrily. “an emperor of the sea, yes. but when the time comes, he will not hesitate to betray you and kill you. his only allies are pirates that would love to help him rebel against you.”

“and why do you think so?” you snapped.

“isn’t it obvious? you sit on the throne and control most of the new world. you have three dragons and two of the most powerful armies at your side. you are one of the most powerful people in the new world, and you ask why kaidou wouldn’t take the opportunity to kill you?” he asked. “once you are dead, he will only gain more power by eliminating a threat. he will take your throne.”

eddard moved away from you as you slowly got up from the throne. you were angry. you walked down to him but stayed two or three steps away from him. you wanted that leverage. you wanted to show him that there would never be a time when you would be defeated. you wanted your stance to intimidate him, but it only left you cowering under his piercing eyes.

“when the time comes, you will know when i have made a decision,” you said. he was going to speak up but you continued speaking. “because i will either burn you or burn my ally.”

you took one more step down to get at a leveled height with him. “but if you are wrong, trafalgar, you will be my enemy until you are no longer breathing.”

you eyed him and then turned around to sit back down on your throne. law looked at the window behind you, the gigantic triangular-shaped window, and saw as one of your dragons flew by. he will have you as an ally. and with one more look at you and your people, law turned around and beckoned for his crew mate to follow him out of the throne room, leaving you all alone to think about what he said.

you leaned toward where eddard was standing and called for him. he bent down next to you and leaned his ear close to your mouth. “keep an eye on him. i want updates on whatever he is doing. let me know immediately if what he says is true.”

eddard only nodded before leaving the throne room. and you continued sitting there playing with your old wedding band that now sat on your right ring finger. what would your husband have done? and what would your brother have done?

ch. 2 !

#one piece #one piece x reader #law x reader #trafalgar law x reader #one piece x y/n #one piece x you #trafalgar law #one piece law

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delicrieux · 2 years

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hii can you do a rhaenyra targaryen x fem reader where fem reader is comforting rhaenyra after her mom's death and while reader is comforting her rhaenyra just stays silent bc shes sad and reader accidentally calls her a cute nickname which shocks rhaenyra and rhaenyra gets flustered & blushing so she wants reader to say it again but reader gets shy bc that nickname just slipped out tnxxx

HORIZON | endless drabble series (autumn edition)

summary: grief is just love persevering pairing: rhaenyra x f!reader a/n: i indeed can & i did. used prompt 30. nightgown

masterlist. ☕. reqs are open for the september prompts! make sure to check out the autumn features as well! <3

The scariest thing about tears is that they eventually dry up.

Rhaenyra had shed more than she thought she had, and now she can only lay still in your embrace, her head positioned on your shoulder as your fingers slowly work through her hair. It’s the third week and the 15th morning. The sun barely touches the horizon, melts into the the waters of King’s Landing, dances on the rooftops, and reflects in the polished trinkets of your room.

The silence is calm. Her body - warm beyond compare. But her closeness feels like distance, even if you have her breath fanning the side of your cheek. You know she doesn’t feel you, doesn’t see you. Rhaenyra looks onward into the horizon. You try following her gaze, wondering what is it that mesmerizes her so - hope? The sea? A mirage of her mother’s smile?

Your fingers weave gently through her silky hair to soothe an ache you know has no cure. You hum a melody you know she likes, but she makes no reaction. Your room is just light enough to see the paleness of her features, the tired, vacant eyes.

One moment she’s holding hands with you and laughing and the next she’s burning her mother and brother at a pyre. The Gods are cruel.

A chill from outside creeps through the window and easily blows past your linen nightgowns. You’d like to pull the sheets over the two of you, but you’re afraid to move, to let her go, fearing she might disappear into the funeral smoke.

“Oh, Nyra...” You murmur, the tender in your voice slipping out before you can think better of it. The hands lying in her lap twitch. Your fingers halt their ministrations. She glances up at you through trembling eyelashes, “...Sorry, princess.” You say carefully. The nickname was too raw, too deep, too heartfelt, “I...only wish to show my deepest condolences for your loss.”

You and the rest of Westeros, but this admission felt different, to you and to her. You’d wish she’d say something or react, wish she’d show something different besides a doe, hopeful expression. Even if she regained her composure, you’d happily proceed with silence. Or, if she fell onto the ground weeping, screaming, and clawing at herself, you’d gladly writhe there beside her.

“Thank you.” She mutters, finding your free hand and squeezing it affectionately. In the new light, it appears that her cheeks had regained some of their rosy glow, “Please, speak freely. Call me that again.”

It’s a command and a plea that tugs on your heartstrings. Somewhat shy under her gaze, you tilt your head and rest your chin on the top of her head. As your fingers dance through her hair, you graze her neck and feel her pulse on your skin. For a moment, it feels like there is just you, her, and this beautiful view.

“I’m glad you came here, Nyra.” You admit softly, “I was so worried about you. I couldn’t sleep.”

hope u liked it <3

#hotd #house of the dragon #rhaenyra targaryen #rhaenyra x reader #rhaenyra targaryen x reader #hotd x reader #house of the dragon hbo #imagine #imagines #autumn features 2022

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Can I Be With You Tonight?

PREVIOUS|CHAPTER TWO|NEXT

PAIRING: Atreus x Female Reader (Romantic) (Slow-burn)

SUMMARY: While on their journey, (Y/N) gets separated from Kratos and Atreus. She must journey forward to reunite with them.

(Y/N) and Atreus marveled at the abyss. “Wow. How did this happen?” Atreus asked (Y/N). She didn’t answer, instead reaching for Atreus’ hand and squeezing it tight.

“Are you worried? Don’t be. I’ll protect you,” Atreus whispered to her. (Y/N) smiled.

They followed Kratos, who already jumped down into the gaping hole. “Who was he?” Atreus and (Y/N) asked at the same time.

“I do not know.”

“What did he want with us? We’re nobodies. Did you kill him?” Atreus asked.

“I did what had to be done.” (Y/N) and Atreus hugged Kratos’ back as he climbed and scaled the mountain. The scenery around them falling apart, leaving dust behind. He jumped down and walked down the rocky road.

“You could’ve died! Never leave us alone again, alright?” Atreus commands Kratos, who agreed to his command. (Y/N) was still on high alert and grabbed Kratos by the hand.

“Never leave us alone.” Her serious tone received a stifled chuckle from Kratos. Kratos grabbed onto the wall, calling the two kids to cling to him.

“You’ve had to kill people before, haven’t you? You’re used to it.” Atreus asks.

“We do what we must to survive.” Hearing Kratos say that brought back memories (Y/N) would rather forget. The starvation, dehydration, loneliness, and the bloodshed.

“Animals I get, they’re food. Draugr…they’re supposed to be dead. But people, they’re trying to survive too.” Atreus was still confused about his father’s teachings.

(Y/N) knew what both Atreus and Kratos meant. From the perspective of a person taught to not kill people for fun, Atreus doesn’t see why Kratos would kill people. But from the perspective of a person who has something to live and die for, Kratos would kill anyone if it kept his family safe. “It’s more complicated than that, Atreus,” she spoke.

“She is right. Close your heart to it. On our journey, we will be attacked by all manner of creature. Close your heart to their desperation. Close your heart to their suffering. Do not allow yourself to feel for them. They will not feel for you.” They climbed up into a mine.

“I understand.”

The trio traversed through the mine shaft within the mountain, fighting off hordes of enemies. As they finally emerged from within, Atreus immediately hopped off his father’s back. He ran towards the edge of the mountain, looking over the horizon. Kratos and (Y/N) followed after him.

“Wait for us, hafr!” (Y/N) teased Atreus. He turned around and gave her a pout. But then a smug smile plastered his face.

“I’m right here, hrólfr.” Kratos didn’t understand what the kids were saying, but he knew they were teasing each other.

Atreus turned his gaze back the horizon. “Look…All this time there’s been a protection stave around our entire woods.”– he points at a hole in the stave–“But…the stave’s broken there.”

“Did you cut those down?” He asks Kratos.

“She hand marked trees she wished used for her pyre…”

“Why’d she do that?” (Y/N) and Atreus ask.

Kratos doesn’t answer. “Come. No looking back now.”

They move forward, going through a foggy forest while fighting off more draugr and other threats. They come across a rock with glowing blue words engraved into it. Neither Kratos nor (Y/N) can read it.

“Boy.” He calls out to Atreus. The boy scurries over and reads the words, jotting it down in his journal.

“There’s a Jötnar settlement ahead…” (Y/N) looks at the gibberish in confusion.

“Jötnar?” Kratos asks.

“Giants.” Atreus explains.

“You can read the writing?”

“Some—just the languages mother knew. But they’re all sort of connected so sometimes I can feel my way through stuff I shouldn’t know. Ya know?” (Y/N) and Kratos look at Atreus like confused cavemen at an eloquent scholar.

“Can you teach me?” (Y/N) asks. Atreus smiles and grabs her hands.

“This word broken down means Jötnar but if you put it with this letter it can mean Jötnar settlement. It’s a similar thing with words like Aesir and Midgardian.”

“Oh, I get it now!”

“I’ll teach you more later.” The two kids see that Kratos has already traveled ahead and run to catch up with him. Eventually they come across a boulder blocking the way. Kratos moves it while Atreus and (Y/N) immediately run ahead.

“There’s the mountain! Let’s go!” Atreus’ wrist was grabbed by (Y/N).

“It looks unstable. We should go around the bridge.”

“But it’s right there! If we run well-”

“That’s stupid.” (Y/N) bluntly says. “You could get hurt if we’re not careful.”

“I can handle it!” Atreus runs ahead anyways, breaking out of (Y/N)’s tight grasp.

Kratos strides ahead yelling, “Not yet!” Atreus runs in middle, stomping on the wooden bridge to prove a point. (Y/N) waited anxiously by the bridge, waiting for Kratos’ command.

“Aaah!” Atreus yelps as he falls through a hole in the now broken bridge. He clinged on as (Y/N) and Kratos ran to rescue him. “Help! Father, help! (Y/N)!”

“Hang on!” Kratos shouts as he and (Y/N) slowly move towards him on the bridge.

“Hurry! I’m slipping!” The bridge crumbles before them. (Y/N) looks down and sees a large wall separating two sides.

“Stay calm. Almost there.” Kratos continues to move forward while (Y/N) straggled behind. Kratos successfully grabs hold of Atreus, but the bridge collapses. Atreus and (Y/N) scream as they fall. The latter colliding with the stone wall and falling on her back on the opposite side of the others.

“Huh…that wasn’t so bad.” Atreus retracts his words promptly after he realizes (Y/N) is nowhere to be found. “Hrólfr? (Y/N)! Where are you?!” Kratos grabs Atreus and holds his face. The boy finally calms down.

“I’m over here.” Her distant voice came from the other side of the wall. “Can you climb over it Kratos?”

“The wall is too smooth. Someone deliberately placed it here. We should move forward and reunite if we follow the path. Tread carefully, girl.”

Kratos looked at Atreus. “SLOW DOWN. Your haste will cost us.” Atreus apologized while (Y/N) cringed at hearing the scolding.

(Y/N) moves forward, going down the path with her spear in hand. “I should avoid most of these Draugr. There’s too many of them for me to handle by myself.” She says to herself.

(Y/N) spent a great deal of time sneaking pasts the enemies and solving the puzzles within to continue forward. She drops down a drawbridge and hears faint voices from further away. She closes her eyes and listens closely, her ears twitching all over the place.

“They’re close!” She books it onward to Kratos and Atreus, bumping into them after running full speed. “Atreus! Father!”

Atreus eagerly hugs (Y/N) back, but Kratos freezes. He fights back a smile and pats (Y/N) on the head. “Good job.” They walk towards a giant gate and Kratos lifts it up for the two.

A horrid stench permeates the air, bones scattered all around the floor. “Echh…What’s that smell?” Atreus squeezes his nose.

“Smells like you,” (Y/N) teased while clutching her nose. Atreus pinched her arm in retaliation.

“NOW!!” A man’s voice shouts out. A small group of people surrounded them.

“Are they Hel-Walkers?”

“They’re untouched! Look!”

“Someone start the fires!”

“Siegmund, your knives!”

“So many days…without meat.”

Kratos shielded the kids behind him. “Meat? Wait—us?” Atreus’ head darts back and forth in a mixture of confusion and fear.

“Behind me.” Kratos commands the two.

“What if they change like the others?”

“We’ll have to keep them alive. Strip off their meat…a little at a time.”

Kratos effortlessly fights off the majority of them while Atreus and (Y/N) defend him from the sides. She kills one of the from the other side of the room while Kratos fighting off another.

Atreus gets ambushed and tackled down by one of the men. “Father! Help me!” Kratos is still killing one of the men, so Atreus stabs his attacker. The man drops him and falls down on Atreus, dead.

Kratos finally kills the man and looks over towards Atreus, yelling out for him. He pulls the corpse off of Atreus and sees him frozen in place. Drips of blood splattered on Atreus’ face. He frowned, sadness in his eyes. Kratos pulls him up and comforts Atreus. Tears fall down his face. (Y/N) runs over, worried for Atreus.

“Close your heart to it.” Kratos tells him. Atreus nods. “Come then. We have a long journey ahead–” Kratos is cut short by one of the fallen men coming back to attack them, blue blood spilling from the walking corpse. Kratos swiftly rips out its throat. More of them begin to rise from their graves. “Wait here.” Kratos says to both of the kids, handing Atreus his knife. “I will handle this.”

After Kratos kills them all he calls for Atreus to climb up and drop down the chain, giving him a boost. Atreus stops midway towards the chain. “You are in your head, boy. Let it go. He would have killed you.”

“I know. I had to do it—I do know that. It’s just…” Atreus walks to the chain.

“Then we will go home, boy.” Kratos says. (Y/N) and Atreus look at him in bewilderment.

“What?” They both say simultaneously.

“To give up this easily, so close to the start…”

“Wait, no, I’m not giving up. I can do this. I just have to…you know…catch my breath. Come on up. I’m ready.” (Y/N) giggles at Atreus.

“Little hafr doesn’t want to leave so soon.” She teases. Atreus sticks his tongue out at (Y/N) and knocks down the chains. They climb up and continue on their journey.

Kratos scales the wall with Atreus and (Y/N) on his back. “Listen to me…both of you. To be effective in combat, a warrior must not feel for his enemy. The road ahead is long and unforgiving…no place for a boy or girl. You must be a warrior.”

“I understand,” Atreus said. (Y/N) nodded in agreement. They exited the cave, coming close to another bridge. A gruffly voice in the distance yells, clearly annoyed.

“Get up and move your ass! I’ll kick you square in the ringer you don’t move!” An animal screeches against the man’s commands. “C’moooooon!” They move forward and see a blue dwarf trying to push his animal forward.

“Whatcha waitin’ for? C’mon already! LET’S GO!”

“Oh…” Atreus and (Y/N) say, looking at each other.

- Fin

#god of war x reader #female reader #fic #atreus #atreus x reader

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chronicles | "pieces."

WC: 0.8k | CHARACTERS: anakin skywalker SUMMARY: anakin skywalker must face his greatest trial in order to advance in his spiritual journey. WARNINGS: no x-reader | angst no comfort | canon divergent

Only the dead know true peace. Corpses described as “peaceful” once they’ve been laid to rest on the funeral pyre. At a time, all he wished for was to know peace. Yet, cruelly, it remains out of his reach. No matter how he stretches and writhes, how he calls out to it, it will not falter. It cannot bend to his will. Nary an enemy he’s faced that did not yield, that did not pay the ultimate price for opposing him. A titan among ants, squashed underneath the heel of his boot. Perhaps, this is his punishment. Eternal darkness that spreads farther than the ends of the universe.

And he, at the lonely center of it.

There’s no sense of time here. None that he can recall or calculate. His memories coil and dissipate like smoke, a distant dream. He holds on tight. Has he been here eons?

Who are you?

Like a clap of thunder, those words echo and rumble. A wave of anger surges and washes over him, swept up in a current that he can’t ground. Where is his body? Where is his flesh? It feels as though he is going everywhere all at once.

“Who’s there?” he demands, whirling around as he hastily gathers his wits. An enemy, an enemy is here. A task to focus on, a stranger to burn. “Answer me. I have been waiting and now you choose to reveal yourself to me? Do you cower? Answer me!”

Who are you?

Louder than before, the question is repeated, and his frustrations rise. The red heat inside him scorches to charcoal as he widens himself, flaring up to appear larger than life, indomitable. “Hear me before it is too late, why am I here?”

He waits. The presence he felt mere seconds ago recedes and he unclenches.

“Wait,”

A plea, softer than a whisper. Too weak to kick up the ashy remnants of his initial hate.

“Wait, come back. I don’t want to be alone!” He moves in the direction he believes the source to be. It can’t have gotten far, and it is his only path to discovering more about where he’s been imprisoned.

Who are you?

It rings again, but in a level voice he recognizes. Someone calm and collected. He can’t place it. Yet it compels him to speak before he can stop himself, lest it abandon him again.

“I don’t know.” he answers.

He doesn’t know? He doesn’t know. How can he not know? Has he retreated that far into himself? He doesn’t know.

He looks above him, turning in his stead as he hears a thousand murmuring noises deliberate over him.

He lies.

Paralyzed, it’s as though he cannot defend himself as they hiss their disapproval. It slinks and slithers into his ears. He doubts his company once again. Gravely reminding him all of those who stood above him in his waking life.

Deceit. The broken promises of a true Sith Lord. Your name, what’s your name? Give me your name, Sith Lord. Tell me your name.

The commands grow in volume, and he can sense their discontent. How restlessly they push him out, pressure on all sides of him as he fights to stay standing.

Your name! Your name! Tell me your name! incessant and unbearable pestering.

Strength gradually manifests, fanned by their maddening demands. “I can’t!” he shouts. It is deathly quiet.

Then prove yourself. Face him. Yes, yes, face him. You must face him.

“Who?”

Face him, face him. You must face him. a chant that is nothing short of alarming, cold fire licking at the soles of his feet at the prickling realization of who they summon.

“I can’t!” he pleas.

We don’t trust you.

“Please.”

You must face him. Face him. Face him. Do it now. Vanquish him, vanquish evil. Restore balance and vanquish—

“You put too much faith in me, I cannot!”

You will! You must. Do it now.

Their orders build louder and louder, amplifying to resound in his skull even while he covers his ears. “Enough!” he begs, sharp pain shooting through him as he recoils, collapsing within himself. The space around him filling as he’s overpowered.

Silence. The wretched noise of a familiar breath. He’s stunned.

Therein lies the physical accumulation of a being so powerful it runs him cold. Fear, tepid and staggering fear grips him as a silhouette comes into focus and he stumbles backwards.

“I’m not afraid of you!” he chokes out, an invisible force against his neck, closing up his throat.

He lies. He lies again. The liar. Liar.

Liar. Liar. Liar.

He drops to his knees. The smooth surface hard against him as he throws himself to the ground, applying his forehead to it in his grovel. Sobs, violent sobs wrack him. Spit spews as he desperately interjects, “My name is Anakin—! The name my mother called me, my name is Anakin.”

The form slows to a stop in front of him. Darth Vader draws his weapon, and it bleeds red.

“We meet again, Anakin Skywalker.”

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MY VOWS TO YOU of pierro x f!Reader in canon genshin universe please!!! So excited for june!!!!

Flaming bonds being tested.

Reader x Pierro

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Music: Waltz No. 2 by Dimitri Shostakovich & Priestess in the darkness musicbox+orchastra (Fire emblem)

note : Implied cursed/ khaenri’ah reader, take that into account and I just randomly puke these all out while I was bored out of my mind during a meeting.Y’all proud of me? Also I have no such thing as summer vacation 🫠 I hope you like it.

- P

"Delusions too die hard, only the savage can reign supreme in this twisted wonderland. But what say, you? Who kindled but the last light of day." - Scribe

“I will lift up your sorrows,”

How many thousand suns have passed, and how many thousand moons, you must?

When did you exchange vows with one such as the man titled as your forevermore lover?

"My lady, Lord Harbinger Jester has arrived."

Jester, it does nothing to ring a bell in your mind on who that was.

"My lady, Breakfast is served." You’d rather spend the days alone, even with a cold bed to dream.

You had no recollection outside of your own name, broke away from sweet repose to this strange rozen land. The tall and small were under this Jester’s command, only a few could only withstand.

“Is it you, who have brought me here?” The bed is stale like bread, and it seems it only occupies you as the owner. Wallowing in contempt as you stare longingly out for the remainder until the blue hours come and go. You’re on the cusp of being exposed in your enclosure, frail and darkness inches closer than the ones that glances up from below.

‘Your cup will never empty,’

Upon the round table the man has laid for you, a small party he did threw.

Pierro is the name that you accrue. He had roused you from the hold of the archon, he did not dispute.

“Meister,” You heard of that title once before. Under the waking moonlight, he speaks of those that dare to oppose them with their might. Surely, what does he propose to justify his price?

“Evr’ything would come to light.” He says as if he had found the path to destroy the hand of heavenly edifice.

‘For I shall be your wine,’

Arrogance, a slow and insidious murderer. “For whom do you serve?” an inadequate query for one fittingly such as thy father. Voice hoarse from years of

“The lady of solemn promise.” he replied back, hollow and alone whisked away by the thread of fate tied to ev’rmore fractured amore.

March on the sands that strayed, from dimmed Khaenri’ah.

‘I light your way in darkness,’

Tearing, progress. You had exhausted all efforts, unplugged.

Realize your epiphany as gentle hands covet yours. Feeling the spine-chilling wind against your back.

In the past, you had recall of twin suns that sink into one, and strange black stars that soar through your scry.

Searching for dark Khaenri’ah

‘With this ring, I ask you to be mine.’

Your hand blessed once more with his soft whispers of perennial burning blue pyre.

To dine. Intruth; your fleeting light he cannot deny. Their love, shall cry, and die. In lost Khaenri’ah.

#reader insert #fatui x reader #genshin fanfic #genshin x reader #fatui pierro #pierro x y/n #pierro x reader #pierro x you #genshin pierro #my vows to you

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Just Breathe - Chapter 3

Just Breathe Masterlist Complete Masterlist

Summary: Zephyr just wanted to be left alone. That's how she's been her whole life. Abandoned, unwanted, and angry. Oh so angry. While taking her revenge on the people who have wronged her, she gets caught by the Avengers and is given the opportunity to either work with them or be kept prisoner by them. Pairing: Loki x Female Villain(~ish) Reader Word Count: 2.2k Warnings: Angst, history of trauma, some cursing, torture, captivity. A/N: This one is dark y'all. I haven't written in a while because, between this and the TH&TH series I'm writing, it took me in a whole depressive turn. But I hope you enjoy it. Edit: A big thanks to Inkywinds on AO3 for the German translations.

"You make me come. You make me complete. You make me completely miserable."

The next couple of moments were a blur. They happened so fast that anyone you asked would’ve had a different version of what transpired.

“Zee. Please. You need to calm down!” Loki tried to pacify you.

“If you tell me to calm down one more time, I swear to your gods I will blow up this whole building!” You took in a lungful of air and blew it against Loki pushing him up against the wall. The attack caused alarm in the people watching from outside.

Bucky opened the door trying to get in but the gale force winds were too strong for him to push the door open. You stopped when you need to catch your breath. Loki took this opportunity to transport himself behind you and cover your mouth with one hand and wrap your arms tight into yourself with the other.

Bucky took this as a sign to finally enter. Sam followed suit, “Are you ok, man?” Sam asked Loki. Loki simply nodded his head.

“Get Rogers down here now!” He commanded Sam.

When you saw Bucky approach, you started screaming in Loki’s hand. You moved and squirmed trying your hardest to get out of his grasp. You didn’t know what you were going to do. Get your well-deserved revenge and attack him? Or, run away, scared that he was going to hurt you again the way he did so many years ago.

The closer he got, the more hysterical you seemed to get. Loki noticed. “Barnes, I suggest you leave the room this instant. Unless you’d like your funeral pyre where you stand?” Bucky was confused but started backing away slowly. As soon as he left your sight, you broke down crying in fits.

“I’m going to take my hand off your mouth slowly, darling. Please don’t hurt me.” Loki eased his hand off your lips. His fingers were wet from your screams and tears.

“Why did you let him go?! Why did you restrain me?” you yelled at Loki. You squirmed in his arms. He still had not let you go. “Let me go! Let me find him!”

“And do what, Zee? What is going on? Now I know I’m not your favorite person…” you growled. “…But I’m the only one willing to help you here. Especially since you’ve isolated yourself from everybody else! So you either tell me what’s going on or you go back to the cell downstairs for everybody’s safety!”

“You’re just as bad as he is!” you growled to him. You turned in his embrace to face him and started beating at his chest. Tired and shaky. Crying and exhausted, you fell limp in his arms. Loki caught your body and picked you up, placing you back on the gurney.

You wailed, loudly. You turned over to the other side, your back towards Loki, not wanting to face him.

Loki started in a soft voice, “Darling, I…”

“Beg. You wanted me to beg. To see in my mind. To know what happened. OK then. Do it! See what happened. See why I hate him so much!” You gritted between your teeth.

Loki found himself inside a padded room. It smelled of urine and vomit. He looked around, noting the small dimensions, and the dim light suspended from the ceiling. He heard small grunts and punches from behind him and turned.

He saw you crying with your hands up to defend yourself from an attacker. “Pick her up!” He said. Then Barnes stepped into the picture.

But it wasn’t Barnes. It was The Winter Soldier.

He held you up by your throat with his left metallic arm. As if you were nothing more than a ragdoll. They had gagged you so you couldn’t breathe out. There was an oxygen tank in the corner with a mask ready in case you decided to stop breathing. By the looks of the blood and snot on the mask, they’ve used it on you several times already.

“So, my little kleiner lufthauch. For every mile you seized while you ran away, The Winter Soldier here will beat it out of you.” You screamed harder. Barn’s metal arms held onto you tighter. “Maybe then you’ll reconsider before you try to escape again.”

The last images Loki saw were Barnes’s dead eyes focused on forming his fist as he raised them to your screaming figure below.

Loki was furious.

The suffering you had to endure while you were captive under HYDRA was appalling and inexcusable. Just then, Rogers walked in with Barnes and Wilson trailing behind him. Loki turned and grabbed Barnes by the throat. Just like he saw in your memories.

At once, the Captain and Wilson were on high alert. They got in their defensive positions and tried to stop Loki.

“What are you doing?!” Rogers said trying to grab Loki’s outstretched arm.

“He. Hurt. Her!” Loki growled with each syllable.

“Loki let him go!” Wilson yelled, trying to get through to his reasonable side. “You know Bucky! He would never do that!”

“Bucky won’t. But the Winter Soldier has!” Loki answered. Bucky’s metal arm grabbed Loki’s wrist. Squeezing, hoping to get him to loosen up.

Roger’s turned towards you. “Is this true, Zee? Was Bucky there when you were captured by HYDRA?”

You turned your head towards Steve. Your eyes were watery and red. You silently nodded your head and turned back to watch the scene unfold.

Loki attacked your abuser for you. Without question. Without hesitation. No one had ever defended you before. No one had ever fought for you before. You were always left to fend for yourself.

“Mark my words, Roger’s if he goes anywhere near her, I will bring forth a hell you’ve only ever read about in books.” Loki let go of his tight grip on Bucky’s throat. He turned towards you. His eyes were dark and his jaw tightened. “Come,” was all he said as he held out his arms, blocking the sight of Bucky behind him. He pointed towards the door, ushering you out. “You are not to stay here a moment longer.”

You slowly got up from the gurney and made your way towards the exit. Loki was dutifully blocking your view of the metal soldier behind him.

“Wait!” Bucky yelled out. Loki quickly turned to stop him. Bucky backed away, his hands in the air. “Look. I-I just wanted to say…I’m sorry. I don’t remember much from back then. I try to forget.”

“I don’t want to hear your excuses!” You said behind Loki.

“I am no longer the Winter Soldier. I am James ‘Bucky’ Barnes and…if you’ll allow me to…to make you a part of my efforts…to make amends.” A short silence hung in the air. Everyone was looking at Bucky. But bucky was only looking at you.

“Two broken legs. A broken jaw. Two ribcage fractures. A dislocated shoulder. Mental and emotional trauma to last five lifetimes.” You listed off softly. “My bones have already healed. My trauma has made me stronger. There is nothing, NOTHING, left for you to make amends with soldier.” Then you walked off, resisting the urge to run, towards your room.

Loki followed quietly behind you making sure Barnes or the other soldiers didn’t harass you. As you opened your door, you paused at the threshold. “You can come in if you’d like.” You pushed the door wider and left to go to your closet.

You heard him step in and close the door behind him as you grabbed the few items of clothing and secret weapons that you were hoarding. You set them on the floor by your bed, as you reached for your duffel bag underneath it.

“Huh. I always wondered where the missing blades went.” Loki said watching you from the door. “If you don’t feel safe, I can keep watch for you. You don’t have to run away.” He offered.

You stopped packing and looked at him. “You’d do that? Stay here all night? While I slept? What would make you think I would trust you?” You couldn’t help the snark that came out with that last question. You didn’t mean to offend. You were just shocked and curious.

“Would you feel better if I stayed outside then?” Loki said pointing to your door. You got up from the floor and walked over to him.

“No one has ever tried to make me feel safe. Secure me. Detain me. Lock me up and use me. Why? Why would you be any different?”

“Let’s just say…that our pasts are quite similar, in some regards.” You got closer to him, walking slowly. He watched you warily. “I feel a sort of kinship with you if I’m being honest.”

You reached your hand up to caress his cheek and he winced and backed away. You froze at his reaction. “Sorry, darling, but the last time you tried to kiss me, you stole my breath away. Quite literally.” You both chuckled. “So you can see why I’m a little hesitant to let you so close.”

“I’ve been nothing but vile and angry towards you. I’ve hurt you so many times and in so many different ways. I won’t apologize for the way I am.”

“I don’t expect you to.”

“But I can promise that I’ll work on it.” You whispered to your left, not really looking into his eyes.

Loki groaned internally at your words. You looked so innocent and meek. The complete opposite of the narcissistic know-it-all who always had to have the last word. No trace of the wild-wind spirit that upended his life.

His jaw tightened as he started to stifle the electricity jolting through his body. He couldn’t help but be attracted to you even more. You! The one who caught his attention the moment you walked into the building with handcuffs and armed escorts. The only one who can, not only resist his charms but serve them back to him as well. The only one who can best him in combat and make him stop breathing altogether.

“You are insufferable!” Loki said in a steady voice. Not wanting to cause you to panic. “You’re arrogant and demanding. You make me completely miserable!” He said. Each word makes you slightly wince inside.

“But you still come anyway.” You countered.

“Yes. Because I’m arrogant enough to think that I can help you. We insufferable lot need to stick together. Lest we become one of them.” Loki pointed out to the hallways, referencing the other heroes in the building.

You smiled at that. Just earlier, you scoffed at him in the gym for lumping you two together. Saying that you were Avengers and that you needed to stick together. You hated that idea. But now, being lumped with him is not so bad.

“I can’t stay here, Loki.” You looked up into his eyes. “I can’t stay knowing that he’s in the same building as I am. I’ve spent my entire freedom hunting down those who wronged me and getting revenge for what they’ve done. He would’ve been the last one. And now, I come to find out that he’s being protected by Earth’s mightiest heroes!?

“I give up. I’m tired. I just…want to go away and never have to think of this place or these people ever again. This was only a means to an end. You know I wasn’t going to stay here.” You finished.

“All right.” He said pacifying you, rubbing his hands up your arm. “Then I’m coming with you.”

“The hell you are!” You yelled. Your rejection stung him. “Loki, I will not have you risk your immunity over this. This is my fight. It’s mine to give up. So, I will.”

“Darling, I don’t want to be here any more than you do. Frankly, if you leave, it wouldn’t be as much fun.”

“Loki. Stay.” You said shaking your head. You went back to your duffel and continued to pack. “This won’t be fun. This isn’t some type of vacation I’m packing for. This will be me trying to make ends meet. Trying not to get caught by both HYDRA and now SHIELD. You would get sick of this life.”

“And how would you know what’s best for me? What would you know of my life!?”

“Because I don’t want this life for myself! I wouldn’t wish this on anyone!” you yelled back. “Don’t make me incapacitate you again, Loki.”

“I’m going with you! And that’s final.” He ordered. Just then, you took a large intake of breath and blew it in his direction. Loki anticipated your attack and put up a barrier, enclosing you inside. The wind you created blew around you mercilessly and tore through your hair. Your clothes holding on tight against your skin as they were blown in every direction. All of it, encapsulated in his barrier.

When your lungs were depleted of air, the wind stopped. Heat rose, but quickly dissipated as you started to breathe normally again.

Loki took down his shield. “Are you done with your tantrum? Good. Let’s go.” With that, he twirled his hands, making your duffel disappear. He opened your door and ushered you outside towards the elevators. Towards your freedom. Towards your new life.

You stood at the doors of the elevator, waiting for it to open. “You don’t trust me do you?” you asked Loki, breaking the silence. “You anticipated my attack.”

“No, I don’t trust you. Not completely. Yes, I did anticipate your attack. You’re getting rather predictable.” He sneered at you.

You rolled your eyes back at him. The bell chimed and the doors of the elevator opened to two people on the lift.

“Zee?!” said the familiar voice in front of you.

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wonderswritings · 2 years

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Space Lover 4/?

Summary: Lexa heard about the people from the sky, the people who murdered her own without care. Blood must have blood. It’s everything she’s ever been taught. But maybe the girl with the bright eyes can change her thoughts and bring their people together.

Warnings: Angst, Blood, Unrequited Love, Slow Burn-ish, Nsfw-ish

Pairings: Lexa x Fem!Reader

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You and Raven walked side by side, your hands tightly grasped in the others, following behind the carriage that was pulling Finn’s body, neither one of you saying anything. Occasionally you’d glance at Clarke, seeing her walking next to Bellamy, Bellamy sometimes turning and looking back at you, offering you a small, tight smile. When night came you’d all stopped to make camp, you and Raven choosing to share a tent together. Clarke, as stubborn as she is, had decided that she wasn’t going to sleep with the rest of you, instead choosing to sleep in the middle, stating that there were no more sides. Raven was tossing and turning, while you were unable to fall asleep. So after looking at the top of the tent and listening to Raven, you decided enough was enough, and carefully climbed out of the tent, grabbing your gun. You were careful as you snuck around the camp, making your way to the woods and finding a small clearing, sitting down. You tensed when you heard a twig snap, reaching for your gun and clicking the safety off.

“Hey.”

You sighed softly, your shoulders dropping as you flicked the safety back on, placing the gun back down beside you while Bellamy sat down beside you.

“Couldn’t sleep?”

“No. You?”

“Not really.”

Bellamy glanced over at you, softly muttering your name, causing you to look over at him, slightly making a face. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you into his side, your head landing on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry about Finn.”

You sighed softly, nodding.

“Me too.”

You and Bellamy sat there for some time, you both sneaking back into camp before anyone knew you weren’t where you were supposed to be. After packing everything up, you all started towards Tondc.

“Weapons.”

“We need to disarm before we enter.”

Gustus, the Commander’s right hand man, had collected everyone’s weapons, finally coming to a stop in front of you and Raven, glaring at you and Raven. He took your gun from you, tossing it into the bin with the others before he searched you, each knife and dagger he found causing him to smirk as he tossed them into the bin. Once he was satisfied you were weapon free he searched Raven, doing the same with her as he did you.

“Heda, em klir.” (commander, all clear)

She nodded as she turned, walking into Tondc, you all slowly following after her, the group of people in Tondc screaming as you all walked past them.

“Jus drein jus daun! Wamplie gon skaikru!” (blood must have blood. death to the sky people)

You all stopped when a man stepped toward, glaring.

“Skaikru don jak ething op kom ai, ai houmon, ai yangon-” (sky people took everything from me, my wife, my child) “Step of.” (step aise)

“Ripe nou ge teik in hir!” (murderers are not welcome here)

The Commander nodded, causing Gustus to step forward, punching the man in the face, causing him to fall to the ground. Gustus climbed on top of him, punching him repeatedly.

“Commander-”

Clarke stepped forward, the Commander’s guards blocking her from moving closer.

“Stop him, please. They’ll blame us for this too.”

“Teik em kik raun.” (let him live)

Gustus stopped, dropping the man to the ground as he stood, moving back towards the Commander as someone grabbed the man lying on the ground, lifting him and taking him somewhere out of the way. The Commander stepped forward, yelling.

“The sky people march with us now! Anyone who tries to stop that will pay with their life.”

She turned, walking further into Tondc, her guards following her as Bellamy huffed.

“Warm welcome.”

You watched them build the pyre, standing off to the side. Once they were done building the pyre, everyone had come outside, the grounders making a point to stand away from your people as the Commander and those closest to her walked out from where the building they’d been staying in, walking up the podium, the Commander stepping forward.

“Kru kom Tondc, raun faya, oso woda klin laudnes-de foutaim.”

“People of Tondc, in fire, we cleanse the pain of the past.”

Indra stepped forward, handing the Commander the torch, watching as she stepped forward, lowering the torch when she stopped, looking over at you all.

“Clarke.”

She held the torch out, nodding. Everyone started to murmur as Clarke walked towards her, stepping up the podium and taking the torch from her. She hesitated before she lowered the torch, the fire spreading as she stepped back. You watched the flames grow bigger, glancing at your side when someone grabbed your hand, their grip on your hand tightening to the point of it almost hurting, seeing Raven standing next to you. You reached over with your free hand placing it over hers, looking back at the pyre.

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goosewriting · 15 days

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Dating Pyre

for some reason the ask disappeared from my inbox ;;-;; but luckily i had written it down. this was requested by anon (as a reply to this post):

In that case, I'd love general relationship headcanons with pyre? Just reader being all mushy mushy with him omg If this doesn't spark any inspiration though, feel free to ignore :))

summary: general relationship headcanons with Pyre

relationship: Commander Pyre x gn!reader

warnings: none

word count: 1.1k

A/N: im so sorry this took forever! i’ve been thinking about this ask every single day. i hoped that doing some good ol’ bullet list headcanons could get me back into writing, and i think it worked :D thank you sm for the request and the patience dear anon! hope you like it<3

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

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Pyre likes to be in control.

He’s protective without being smothering.

He does have a reputation to uphold to after all, being a commander and everything

so PDA is off the table.

Any flirty comments and intimate moments are reserved for behind closed doors.

If you’re a civilian, he just straight up hires you so you can go with him wherever he’s deployed. You end up being his assistant, secretary or get a job at the hangar if you’re anything adjacent to engineering.

If you’re enlisted as a stormtrooper, he makes sure you’re always in his assigned squadron.

He definitely uses his position to make things easier for you if anything happens.

You’re not feeling well? He’s literally your boss, and you also share a bed, so he brings you tea and lets you sleep in.

Someone treats you unjustly? They’re getting a scolding from the commander before their shift ends.

You complain about it being a little cold in your office because the heater broke down and they haven’t sent anyone to fix it yet? It’s not only fixed by the next rotation, you also get an apology letter from the maintenance department.

All these gestures to accommodate you don’t come without consequences, though; he might have received a warning or two from his superiors after pulling something which was evidently in your favour.

You keep telling him to treat you like all other employees, but he just can’t help it. He wants you to be safe and comfortable.

Which really stems from a deep fear of you leaving him.

Pyre isn’t necessarily emotionally constipated or unavailable, but he has trouble processing Big Feelings sometimes, especially when you’re nearby.

He’s scared he’ll lash out at you and take out his anger on you when a mission went badly, or when he’s having a bad day, and that you’ll be scared of him or even disgusted by him.

So before he gets to his quarters in the evening, he’ll try to let off all the pent-up steam; be it more proactively through physical exercises, or sometimes by lashing out at the poor stormtrooper that happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. He also may or may not have put a few mouse droids out of commission.

Since he does all this when you’re not around, it takes you some time to not only come to know of his actions, but even more to figure out what’s happening.

Once you sit him down to assure him that he’s allowed to have bad days and be frustrated and angry, and that you’re not going to think less of him because of it, he learns to deal with it better.

If it isn’t regarding any confidential missions, he might actually seek out your advice on how to deal with things, and you’re more than happy to help.

Once the doors are closed and the helmet comes off, though, it’s like he’s a different man.

When you sleep, he clings onto you.

He loves to wind down by sitting down on the floor between your legs with his back to you as you sit on the couch, his head resting on one of your thighs as you run your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp. You tell him about your day while you do this. He sits there with his eyes closed and letting out the occasional grunt or sigh, but be assured he’s listening intently, mentally making notes here and there to ask you about later on.

Pyre is very thorough with the upkeep of his golden armour and equipment, and you’re the only one allowed to clean his helmet and blaster in the rare occasion he’s unable to do it himself.

As for pet names, if you’re into that, I think he’d call you sweetheart or darling. You mostly stick to his first name since you’re one of the very few who even knows it, but you like to call him Commander Tin Can when you tease him.

He’s also very attentive to your physical needs, and quickly picked up on your cues for hunger, sleep, etc. Sometimes it seems like he knows what you want even before you realise yourself.

As for himself, it took a while for you to learn how to read him. When in commander mode, he’s quite stoic and distant. But the moment it’s just the two of you, he relaxes. It’s subtle, but you learned to read his body language, and now you also notice when he comes home stiff or upset.

Once you both learn how to communicate properly, your arguments drop to basically zero.

Every now and then though, just to get a reaction out of him, you’ll place a kiss on the visor of his helmet after he’s done cleaning and polishing it; a little surprise for him to find the next morning. It’s always fun to see his conflict as he feels bad for wiping it away, but he’s also a bit rattled at the sight of his helmet not being spotless like he left it. He’d always walk up to you and tell you that “if you wanted to kiss him so badly, then you should do it properly instead”, right before pinning you to the wall and taking his sweet time with you.

All in all, Pyre is a pretty solid partner, always looking out for you. Of course, you try your best to return the favour, which mostly comes in the shape of words of reassurance and soft caresses.

One sure way to disarm him completely when you’re both in bed and he can’t sleep, is by placing kiss after kiss all over his face. The way he sighs and melts into your touch is intoxicating.

One time you were in the hangar talking to Pyre, talking something over before he leaves on a shuttle. Once you were done and he was about to turn around to go up the ramp to the ship, you said your goodbyes and a “take care, I love you” slipped out right as two stormtroopers were walking past you two with some crates. All four of you froze on the spot; it wasn’t a secret that you and the commander were a thing, but Pyre had made it clear from the start that he wouldn’t want this kind of interactions to reach prying ears or eyes. It was your first and only slip-up, so you were unsure of how he would react, and what to do. One of the troopers cleared their throat and carried on as if nothing had happened, the other one following suit. Once they were out of earshot, you were about to apologise to him, but with his visor cast down to the floor, he wordlessly took your hand in his and gave it a squeeze before effectively turning around and boarding the ship. Unbeknownst to you, that man was sporting a violent blush underneath the helmet.

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cdragons · 1 year

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Like a Wave, She Broke; But Like the Sea, She Persevered

A Robb Stark x Yi Ti fem!OC/Reader & GOT AU Fic

Chapter One: Farewell/Goodbye

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Author's Note: Hello, so I am very new to writing fanfiction, and also I have never read any of the books, but I have done a lot of research. This fic will be mostly based on the show Game of Thrones, but it will take elements from the books (especially for the characters Euron Greyjoy and Stannis Baratheon). Also there is practically no information of the language/culture of Yi Ti according to GRRM. So taking in mind that it is supposed to be inspired by "Imperial China," I used simplified Mandarin because while I do think Cantonese would be better considering how the geography is inspired by southeastern China, I need pinyin and can only speak Mandarin. I will offer translations at the bottom. Also for the names, I am not perfectly clear how they work so I basically tried to make a name using characters that I felt would have a lot of impact together.

Warning(s): This fanfiction will include dark themes of the following: sexual content, sexual abuse, violence and violent themes, child trafficking, depression, angst (so much angst), and dark/yandere attitudes. (Please comment if I had missed anything)

“I made it… I actually made it.” I thought to myself as I slumped onto the deck, relief flooding my body as my legs start to give out in exhaustion. I managed to get onto the ship just before it left the dock. I close my eyes and try to breath as waves rock me back and forth like a never-ending pendulum. The last time I had been on a ship felt like several lifetimes ago, although I supposed that it was true in more ways than one. For as I had so fervently sworn to never step foot onto another ship, I could not deny that a part of my heart was soothed by the familiar cries of gulls, the thundering orders of those and command, and the waves crashing against the wood of a vessel completely at its mercy. Still, I felt myself turning green, and soon 黛玉 (Dài yù) is curling up next to me, offering much needed comfort. I curl myself around her, and breathe in her fur. Her fur, whether dry from a nearby fire or soaked in red life, smells of cypress, smoked sandalwood, and spices. It reminds me of Winterfell, of the North, of my second home. Once again, I thank Lord Stark in allowing me to keep my sweet shadowcat when I found her as an orphaned kitten from a band of poachers that had already killed her family and intended to skin them for profit. As I continued to stroke her luscious black and white striped fur, I felt 黛玉's (Dài yù) deep purrs turn to breathing becoming deeper and more consistent to signal she was about to sleep. And just when I was about to do the same, hoping for sleep to be dreamless, I heard my name being shouted out in pure agony.

“龙力 (Lóng lì)!” My head shot up while 黛玉 (Dài yù) immediately became alert and ready to strike any figures that posed a danger to us. I turned my head to look at the dock we just left, and to my horror I found a figure so far that he might have been a trick of light. But I remember those eyes, those clear blue eyes. Eyes despite their clarity, were filled with more fury than any storm I had witnessed out in the seas. Eyes belonging to a figure that once stood tall looked broken and defeated, as if their shoulders had been burdened by the gods themselves, although I supposed in a way they had. Next to him was direwolf the size of a small horse holding his head high, and howled so forlornly as if the ship was a floating pyre.

“Robb.” I croak out, my voice sounded so unfamiliar to me. I tried to look away, but I knew if I did, I would never forgive myself. So, I gazed into his eyes trying to shout out every apology I could think of, begging for his forgiveness. When his figure disappeared, I turned around and let out a sob I didn’t realize was there. I curled into myself, reach to my necklace and grasp on the black pendant and pray to any god that would listen. 黛玉 (Dài yù) mewled softly before laying her head on top of mine, even wrapping her arms around me, as if she were a mother soothing a weeping child. I could not bear to see her blue eyes, so frozen yet alive with winter fire. I knew that sleep would never come for me tonight. So instead, I prayed that Robb would not let his impulsiveness cloud his judgement, that he will only focus on the war and freeing the North. I prayed that he will forget me and move on to find happiness of his own and to grow old and happy with a good woman by his side and his siblings all together. But above all, I prayed that he would let me go and let me be free. I do this until my mind blacks out, and a memory had played out as if I was a spectator to moment that did not belong to me.

~Flashback of 7 ago~

“龙力 (Lóng lì),” I decided, gazing at the stone turned dragon pendant handed to me, knowing the confusion that must be filling Robb Stark’s eyes, “my family name is 王 (Wáng), but my first name will be 龙力.” My parents’ sweet “小玉 (Xiao Yu)” no longer existed, she her lullabies were gone forever, but she will never forgotten, not her nor her parents, never again. But “龙 (Lóng)” had taken her place, it was born from the anguish of the small jade in order to a dragon that clawed out of anguish. “龙 (Lóng)” was a dragon, and dragons carried a magic within them that could never die, not even when the world demanded it. My grandmother was partly right, I was not born a dragon, I was but I was made into one. As for “力 (Lì)”, that would be something of my own. “力 (Lì)” was a testament to my strength. Even before being a dragon, I was strong. I had a strength of my own that belonged to no one but me. And although it had been cracked and broken down repeatedly, it remained. The events forced upon me to realize that strength, however unfortunate, will not go unrewarded. This pendent was evidence of that, that if a piece of jade can transform and be molded into a strong dragon, then so can I.

I turn and face Robb Stark, the boy I thought was a spoiled and obnoxious brat that had everything handed to him while so many others claw for just a scrap of his fortune, and give him the first hug that I have given anyone since my parents died. I hold for so long and tight that he has to push me away for air. I smiled with tears almost spilling from my eyes, happiness overtaking me for the first time in what felt like a lifetime ago. I kissed both his cheeks, and he turned so red that he tried to sputter out a response, but I beat him to do it.

“王龙力 (Wang Long Li),” I beamed so brightly, “that will be my name. I finally have decided on my name, it is the only thing that was not given to me but what I gave to myself. It is important, too important, but you deserve to be the first to know. I will wear this forever, thank you so much. Thank you so much.” I hugged him once more, and felt his arms wrap around me before tightening and even saw the tips of his ears turning bright red before Maester Luwin came upon us and I showed him my pendent and told him my name. I didn’t have to tell him the meaning of a name, his smile told me enough.

~Flashback Ends~

Waking up I realized that I was still grasping on the black pendant as if it was the only thing that kept me from falling completely apart. I should have left it behind, but I knew it wasn’t a possibility. If I had to take only one thing that could possibly link me to my past, from the youthful joy and spilled blood in Yi Ti, to the beautiful hope and horrendous tragedies in Winterfell, I couldn’t leave it. This pendent meant far too much, for it alone was the sole witness to my life (past, present, and soon-to-be future). It had seen every moment in the life of that once naïve and sweet 小玉 (Xiǎoyù) that played along the warm breezes of the Jade Seas, the 小玉 (Xiǎoyù) that laughed to her parent’s singing songs of the Jade Emperor, the same one that witnessed her family’s slaughter and was stolen away until she no longer laughed, no longer smiled, and eventually forgotten her own voice. The precious and rare black jade that was eventually picked from the pockets of tattered rags to be used as a paperweight by Euron Greyjoy, forgotten by the shadow of a girl who was robbed of every joy and security that should have been her right from birth. A girl who became so broken, who’s soul became so lost, she carved through men with her knifes with such masterful and impassioned fervor and searched through the gashes with such sober and languid eyes to see if she could find hers in their bodies.

But it also witnessed the gaining of her strength, starting at the glimmer of remembrance in hearing an old lullaby sung by a mother with features similar to her own. Every time she snuck away to hear the woman sing, her eyes daring to show wistfulness as opposed to chilling apathy, the black jade could feel the little girl that was constantly struck down finally begin to stand and walk again. Every step that the girl took, the black jade that lost its luster from being forgotten had slowly regained its shine. Even when the kind woman that sung so sweetly was broken in, taken by the wicked pirate’s men and himself, her face with warm eyes and tender smiles, was mutilated beyond recognition, the girl did not fall again. Instead, her eyes held righteous fury and body was fueled by liquid lightning. Quick were her hands in drugging those men, meticulous and masterful were her fingers in slicing through their facial nerves, cruel glee dancing in her eyes as they could make no sound but knowing they felt everything, the sheer intensity and determination of her strength in hoisting their bodies underneath the sail’s pole. So easily could the black jade remain forgotten, once more losing its luster and shine, but the girl had decided that she would no longer forget the little girl in Yi Ti. Because although that girl was gone, dying the day she was sold in Qarth, she knew that the girl still deserved to be remembered, as did the people she loved that died with that girl.

With that decision, this new girl took only a blanket and the jade before changing into a pair of breeches and tunic that sagged over her body to prevent any suspicion of her sex, left Euron Greyjoy to venture to a new place. A place where she would meet a kind and good man, one who she would gladly devote her life in serving and protecting. She would meet his family, his wife and children. A wife that would take one look at the girl, and think her too savage and wild. But knowing in her heart that the girl was someone who would torture herself before letting any harm befalling her family. Children, all so different yet each one had a foundation of wildness, and were raised with so much unconditional love and loyalty that witnessing it had quickly thawed the suspicious girl’s icy walls. A place where she would meet another Greyjoy, but a different Greyjoy, a better one. A Greyjoy whose blood was Ironborn, but his heart would be northern. A northern boy whose blood carried the salt of the sea, but whose heart and soul were strengthened and bathed by the snow, the trees, and the winds of northern land. A boy who she distrusted before slowly and surely becoming her found brother, and she becoming his found sister. A place where she who had sea water in her veins, was not born in the biting inland North but the tropical breezes from the Jade Seas, slowly rebuilt herself from the ground up and fortified her soul with new memories, new happiness, and most of all, a new name. A name she gave herself, with the help of a boy with auburn curls and blue crystalline eyes that shimmered with wide smiles as he gave her the greatest gift that she vowed to carry with her so long as she breathed.

I let out a shaky breath as I once more closed my eyes and began to pray. I never prayed so much in my life before now. I was never one to pray, never one to truly believe in higher beings despite the stories of ancient and powerful magic I heard as a girl that I once believed in, the same stories I told to Bran and Rickon when they entered my rooms to protect them from nightmares. But my grandmother told me that there is usually no point in praying to the gods, because the gods never listen, and if they do, they will often do the opposite just to spite you. She said they had already laid out plans, and we were at their mercy without hope to change it. But maybe just this once, she was wrong. But maybe there are gods that listen, that will hear this unworthy girl’s prayer, that might grant her this one thing. I always thought I was a good granddaughter, always following and listening to my grandmother’s words.

I should have listened better.

*Switching POV’s to Robb*

As the Young Wolf stood there on the port, watching as the ship that carried his love farther and farther away from his arms, looking more and more like the broken boy that cried his heart out when his father died and less and less like the shapeshifting King that tore apart his enemies in the battlefield sung amongst smallfolk across Westeros.

“Your grace, do you want us to commandeer that ship in order to search for the fugitive? It isn’t too late; we can still hope to catch up to it if we use a galley with our strongest men.” Smalljon Umber tried listing off other ways to get to the ship, and was more than ready to do it himself. But Robb knew that doing so would be of no help to him. He knew what game his lady was playing, and he will let her think she had the upper hand for now.

“No.” Robb steeled himself into his full height and once more became the Young Wolf feared in the South. His eyes no longer full of sorrow as they just moments before, now they were filled with ice and a cold fire that looked it would burn you as horribly as it would freeze you in an instant should you be so unfortunate as to touch it. “Now we continue with our goal, marching to King’s Landing and littering the South with Lannister dead until they acknowledge the North’s independence and free my sister Sansa.” Gone was the naïve lovestruck boy, and in his place had risen a hardened leader that had a blade hungry for blood and screams. “But first we gather up the Frey’s and Bolton’s and call for their execution immediately. When Walder Frey’s and Roose Bolton’s heads are separated from their necks, I intend to make them gifts to Tywin Lannister.”

“Fly, fly, fly little dragon,” Robb’s mind hiding the dark whispers swirling in his head. “Fly as far as you can, but know that you will never escape the wolf you cheated.” Anger and fury had further cemented in his bones with each step he took to his steed. He realized long ago his feeling for his cruel lady love. He was enchanted by Talisa’s warmth and kindness, believing that she could be enough to thaw away your bitter chill. But it was all for naught, for nothing could replace you. He should have known this the moment he set his eyes on you when his father first brought you to Winterfell all sullen and feral but strong and determined. When bitterness and jealousy filled him as he heard you laughing at Theon’s stories and saw you two sitting together at dinner. When he caught you gazing at your black rock that you protected so fiercely and he longed to have you feel that way towards him.

“Ah yes, her precious stone,” Robb almost smiled as he remembered one of his most treasured memories, as it was the first time you truly smiled and it was the day you decided your name, “how could possibly forget that day?”

~Flashback to 7 years ago~

“My grandmother gave it to me,” your accent still a little thick when talking in Common Tongue, but you were making extremely good progress according to Maester Luwin, “she said that I would need it one day in order to protect me.”

“Why? Father won’t let anything happen to you while in Winterfell.” Robb thought this obvious, for his father was the strongest and most powerful man in all of the North, and it filled him immense pride and joy in being his son. His father was good and honorable man, one who always kept his promises to each and every one of his people as the Lord of Winterfell. “He promised you when you got here that no one would ever harm you so long you lived under the protection of the Starks.”

“I know all that,” you stated as you rolled your eyes. Of course, you knew that Lord Stark would keep his promise in keeping you safe, as Ned Stark was likely the best man in the world. “But I think it’s for something different, something bigger.”

“What do you mean by ‘bigger’?”

“I am not sure, but all I know is that my grandmother said that this stone would protect me when I would need it most. She said that this particular form of jade was only precious for those who needed it for its magic.”

“Magic?” Robb now rolled his eyes; you were trying to trick him. “That’s what old people tell kids in order for them to behave and not run in passageways and not track mud into the keep.”

“She said that it would lead me to my fate, to a place full of snow and ice and water with little green in the North.” Your eyes had a far-off look; your eyes only looked like that when you were remembering something. Robb hoped it was something good. “She told me that there was a role I had to play in this place, and that the jade would lead me to it.”

“But how will it protect you?” Robb was quickly growing irate. How could a measly stone protect you better than his father, the Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North? A role that he will take over as his heir, making you also under his protection.

“She said that jade protects your spirit and mind from harmful forces, but I must carry it with me and never forget it. Otherwise, it will lose its power.”

“But why does it need to be black? Can’t it do its job if it were white or grey?”

You shook your head. “She told me that it had to be black. In Yi Ti, black is the color of the North, and the North’s element is water, so that means black is the color for water in the North. I think…I’m not sure what she meant, 妈妈爸爸说她喜欢...” you paused as you realized you were speaking in your native tongue; your cheeks grew flushed in embarrassment. Robb pretended that the rosy hue didn’t look the least bit adorable, “I mean, my mama and papa said she liked to…babble I think you call it? But what I do know that it is too important and I need to carry it with me.” Your voice quieted down as faint footsteps crunch the snow behind you only to find Maester Luwin. Deciding that you were done speaking, you stood up and ran to him to see if he could spend some extra time with you how to read and write out Common Tongue.

In that moment, Robb had the most brilliant idea in the world. Truth be told, the preparations alone were remarkably tedious and was probably more trouble than it was worth for a girl Robb had known for a fairly short period of time. It took weeks of searching the castle town to see if any of the jewelers had even heard of “black jade,” let alone worked with it. It was by some miracle only performed by the gods that he half stumbled upon an elderly near blind carver that once apprenticed under a master jeweler who dedicated his life in studying the different practices across the world in the slums. However, Robb was not so young and green to life to expect such luck to spring in his path without something else in demand. But the old man simply asked the chance to meet the wearer of the finished product so that he may see the face of the person who captured the young heir’s heart.

“Though my eyes have almost lost their sight, make no mistake that this old man had lived long enough to know that those in your position would not go so far for someone that did not mean a great deal to you.” He spoke so softly as if witnessing a memory unraveling before him. “And if I had the fortune of my sight, I am sure that your eyes would betray what you deny.”

It took great efforts separating the stone from you, and Robb truly feared for his life if you found out it was him that took it before the product was completed. Thankfully, the old man was a master craftsman, with tools made of bone and fingers so nimble and quick you would never think the man blind at all. When Robb had presented the dragon pendent to you, you first lashed at him something fierce, but in seeing the work had your words failed you. When your eyes lit up and you hugged him so tightly that he thought all the wind had left him, Robb found himself unable to speak. When you had been pushed so that he could breathe, but kissed his cheeks with tears in your eyes, did Robb hear his heart beat at an ungodly pace. Finally, when you had gifted him your name with happiness in your voice, when you chose him to be the first to know your name, did Robb realize that from that day forward, he loved you. He knew you to be the keeper of his heart and soul since he was a lad to when he would become a man.

~End of Flashback~

When he had first awoken from his injuries, barely able to breathe, and you were sitting next to him. Your eyes were filled with glee as you reached for his waterskin and tipped it so gently and carefully to not spill on his wounds. As laid on his cot, cursing himself for falling for such a trap and endangering his men and causing the death of his wife and unborn child. You said no words, only when you so lovingly placed your arms around his neck, allowing his head to rest on your shoulder, did he fall silent. He sat up and held you against him with both arms as you laid tender kisses in his hair. When he looked into your eyes, and begged you to kiss him as he wanted you to for as so long, and though your eyes were uncertain you laid him down on his back, and placed your lips upon his. In that moment Robb’s world felt so whole and happiness had filled so completely that tears escaped and a sob of pure joy was choked out. He knew that he was yours, he always had been, but finally you were his. How happy he was when you pulled away and smiled down at him so sweetly, and you told him to rest so that he can gain strength to fight for his kingdom, his people, his family. How deliriously in love was he in doing exactly as you asked.

And imagine the confusion he felt when he had awoken expecting you by side, only to be met with his lost little sister Arya and his mother. Imagine the fear in hearing how you had left the camp as part of a deal to save him and his men. Imagine the betrayal coursing through him learning that you drugged the water you placed on his lips with a powerful drug that would put him in a heavy sleep that was meant to last a week rather than only 3 days. Imagine the unadulterated fury filling his body as he quickly dressed and called for his steed and Grey Wind to track your scent. And imagine how his heart broke watching the ship being released from its dock, and in a final act of desperation to see your face, he called out your name as Grey Wind let out an ear-shattering howl. Imagine the joy he felt seeing your body turn and your eyes gazed into one another, knowing you hadn’t expected to find you so quickly.

“You will run, you will hide, you can do whatever it takes to be away from me. It will not matter, for in the end I will find you.” Robb’s vow was further his cemented as he rode closer to his camp, ready were the words to carry out the traitors’ executions. “You thought you could escape your wolf, when really all you did was prolong your inevitable fate as his future queen.” Robb’s teeth clenched as he thought this, how stupid you were indeed. To think he would ever let you go now that he tasted your lips, felt your body pressed against his chest, saw your sweet smile as you laid him down to rest. Oh, what he planned to do to you the moment you were in his arms, his cock grew strained and he could feel it leaking at just the thought of him claiming you. He relished at the thought of gazing upon your naked body, laying kisses and bites upon your collarbone and neck for the world to see. He was desperate to suck and nip your breasts as he plays with your soaked cunt with his thick fingers. He could see it so perfectly, you begging for him to mate with you like the bitch in heat you are, begging for his thick cock to ruin you for anyone who even thinks to look at you. How you mewl so obscenely as he slowly slides his throbbing member into your tight heat. Once he is fully sheathed into your wet cunt, and his tip kisses the entrance of your womb, as he intends to go at an ungodly pace with you at his mercy begging to be filled by his pups. How happy you are when he releases load into your womb and praying to the gods old and new that you can be blessed with a child immediately. And how he intends to do so over and over and over until his name is the only thing you can remember.

Translations:

黛玉 (Dài yù): Black Jade

龙力 (Lóng lì): Dragon Force

王 (Wáng): king, but in this context of the story, it just serves as a very common surname

小玉 (Xiǎoyù): Little Jade

妈妈爸爸说她喜欢... (Māmā bàba shuō tā xǐhuān...): Mom and Dad say she likes to...

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Yandere Vampire separated Yuuji/Sukuna and Werewolf Megumi x Witch Reader

You knew living in this village among mortals was a risk, a risk that had separated you from other supernatural entities. Some had shamed you and demanded you rethink your decision, but you had made your choice final.

Along with yourself, an old friend who just happened to be another born from a dark craft had gone to the village with you. You had always been so close, especially when the thought of being found out terrified you. Not only was there the risk of death by pyre or hanging, but being exiled to the forbidden forest was the last and most threatening outcome.

In a specific section of the forest where the wildlife avoided and no life existed, were two vampires known for their horror. Sometimes the bodies were covered in bite marks and ripped from limb to limb. Other times only bones remained, representing the carnage.

They too had been banished years prior, but the fear of their return always haunted the village. You, unbeknownst to the villagers had been using certain protective spells and items to ward off any threats. Sometimes you would have to venture to the outskirts of the village at dusk to lay these tokens, a chill always at your spine.

Sometimes you would hear whispers flying in the wind, voices mixing in a sea of malice.

"So we have a witch in our midst? Unfortunately for you those trinkets won't hold for long...."

You chose to ignore the voice, concentrating on the spell in your mind.

"I summon thee to go, release your hold and set them free-I command a field of light, to wrap us in a barrier tonight."

The sound of leafs rustling made you look up, but you could see nothing but a pitch black shade stretching throughout the entire woods.

"(y/n), we should go back now. The villagers will know something's wrong."

Your friend seemed to notice your silence as you continued to stare beyond the makeshift barrier.

He placed a firm hand on your shoulder, making you turn quickly.

"I'll patrol the area when you get back to the village, those bloodsuckers hate wolves and they'll never see me coming."

You merely nod, well aware that by staying outside at this hour you are at risk.

"Fine but don't let the villagers see you, as much as they hate vampires, they hate wolves. Remember the shepherd and his sheep?"

He rolls his eyes at the remark and proceeds to walk with you towards the circle of houses in the distance. When you get close enough to the torch-lit entryway, Megumi gives a nod and retreats back to the shadows.

It's odd as you walk towards your own cottage, the small building seeming even emptier than the night before. Typically your friend would sleep and guard all the entrances, making sure that nothing was out to get his little prey.

Yet as you walked towards your front porch the villagers seemed to stare at you in vigilance. Their eyes never left you as they glared and whispered in suspicion. It was easy to understand why they feared a newcomer like you, especially when at the strange hours of nightfall you sneaked to the woods carrying baskets and salts. You always said the same story, that it was to scare off beasts who hated strong smells, but it was falling apart.

Once inside your home you could finally breathe in peace. Your home was covered in spell books and candles that dripped wax along the floorboards. The sound of flames licking at the fireplace and the wooden logs crackling apart was loud from even the front door.

Of course you knew this wasn't the best thing to continue to do while being a suspect but it was the easiest way to be efficient in studying and utilizing witchcraft. If you ever truly needed to hide the evidence of spellcasting, the furnace and a secret cupboard were the best hiding places.

If you ever were to destroy the ancient literature forever, all you needed to do was look towards the ceiling for incantations written in chalk and ink.

"Organize yourself at once house, before our secrets are revealed in one great big ounce!"

Your house seemed to sigh as the fireplace let out a puff of smoke, and the doors slammed in annoyance.

"Im asking you to do me one tiny favor! I clean and protect you everyday, the least you can do is reciprocate!"

The fireplace puffs again but this time the books and candles begin to float before rearranging themselves in a tidy order. The books tuck themselves in cabinets and behind bricks, some even going in gaps of the floorboards and creating a colorful walkway to the stairway.

"That's more like it house! Now if anyone comes by I need you to play it easy and calm. Megumi is on patrol which means you're working double duty in protection and staying a low profile."

When you feel you have reached common ground with your house, you begin to head to bed. With every footstep the boards creak and groan, making you aware that any presence in your house would be well-known.

Even as you lay underneath your covers, trying to use a new relaxation spell, nothing seems to settle your nerves. You can only imagine that voice from the woods, low and vicious in your ear. You can feel your stomach begin to turn as the covers feel claustrophobic and unrelenting.

You can visualize the crimson eyes watching you from the darkness, stalking you since you came to the village in need, weak and exhausted from the long journey. You remembered the rumours that circulated among the townspeople about the two monsters surrounding the village outskirts.

"That wolf can't protect you from me forever, lovely, and neither can those blankets."

That voice seems to be compounded of venom as it hisses against your ear, warm and inviting. You're still lost in the fog of sleep as claws drag along your jugular.

These claws aren't threatening to cut or slice but rather to announce their owner's presence. The plan works as your eyes flutter open in a haze, searching for the source of that chilling voice.

You find yourself sitting up abruptly, pulling the blankets around your shaking form as the shadows in your room seemed to move.

"Who's there!? Show yourself now!"

The wind seems to only laugh at you, that voice nothing but a whisper.

"Witch's blood could give us a longer lifespan, make us stronger-"

"You don't need it, Sukuna! You just want her body!"

"And you don't!? Sorry little brother but she's mine, maybe I'll let you taste her when I'm finished."

As you rush out of bed to head downstairs, fear is filling you to the brim. Why didn't your house alert you of the intruders? Why was your house completely dark with one candle alight?

"Megumi, where are you? They're here, I need you!"

You weren't thinking as you rushed outside the house, muttering curses and hexes under your breath as the cold air hit you. Outside were a group of villagers, glaring and conspiring against you once more.

"Witch! Witch! Get the witch and restrain her!"

"Grab the holy water and the sage!"

"Burn her house!"

You hadn't noticed the animosity forming over the last few months but sure enough it was there. These people you'd once considered friends were now thinking of nothing but your demise.

"Unhand me at once you foolish people! There are vampires here, and they're going to attack soon! Please get some sense!"

Some of them seemed frightened at these words while others began to talk.

"Quiet you wretched monster! We banished those vermin ages ago along with your kind! When we kill you it'll be the end of it all!"

You'd begun to wriggle in their hold, trying to pry yourself away long enough to conjure a spell.

You could see those dark eyes watching in the crowd, surveiling the commotion. You wanted to call his name but the realization that you would be exposing him dawned on you.

Somewhere amidst the struggle you were just a couple inches away as the townspeople continued to pull you down.

He threw something in the air, at first perplexing you but then clarity reached you as you grasped the metal tube before it hit the ground. Luckily for you the villagers seemed not to notice as they kept dragging you back.

"Release me at once - immoral pigs!",you shouted as hands pushed you to the soil.

"Gag her, make sure her serpent tongue doesn't speak more poison into our souls!"

You looked around in a hurry, trying your best to look for your friend. He had disappeared, at least that's what you thought, unaware that he was stalking you in his canine form beneath the shadows.

He had no intention to help you escape this situation, creating plans in his head of how he could persuade and trick you later on. He could navigate that forest like no one else, the different paths clear in his mind's eye.

"Throw her on the pyre!"

"Down the well!"

"Drown her in the river!"

"Feed her to the wolves!"

You could hear these unrelenting voices intermingling and petrifying you. Magic had always been viewed as evil, for the most part by mortals, but you didn't mind so much. You used to take for granted the mobs and groups of witches that would allow you to travel along with them. You would scold them for their demeaning views and the judgement they had shared, but were they wrong? Was this just a bad batch of people? Was there a single mortal that did not despise witches? Ghosts? Werewolves? Vampires?

Vampires.

Yes you had forgotten the fear that circulated throughout your heart just moments prior. The age old stories of those cruel devils who would feast their fangs on anyone in proximity. As much as you defended the other supernatural entities you had known, vampires were the biggest exception.

"I've got a perfect idea for the wench! Feed her to the vampires for a promise not to attack the village!"

You turned towards the speaker, mortified and sick to your stomach as everything was coming into motion.

"What if their allies? It would be a big risk for us!"

"Look at her! If they were allies don't you think they'd save her by now? Either we kill her and risk ourselves or we let the witch go and get on their good graces!?"

Soon enough the plan was in action as you were being pushed to the outskirts of the village by violent hands. You tried to remember various tunnels or rivers that ran just outside of the forest, just to get an idea of a possible escape route.

"Give me her arm and that blade!", One of them shouted.

You tried to wriggle away but were inevitably pushed against a tree trunk and cut by the blacksmith's blade. It was a couple inches long and not very deep but any cut that drew blood was enough to warrant paranoia.

"Now we'll drop her off in the center stump, directly by the great oak tree. Quick, blindfold her!"

Left with nothing but your sense of hearing, touch and sense of smell you were beginning to wither and curl in worry. You tried to drag your feet or drop to your knees but nothing would sway the townspeople. Even if you ran, you would only fulfill their nasty incentives.

"Hear us beasts that haunt these woods, come to us and hear our plea!"

At first you wanted to scoff at the idea that the two strongest beasts nearby would actually agree to these lowly scum. Then it dawned on you that anything could be arranged if the villagers thought it was free. Of course that didn't mean the vampires would actually spare the villagers.

"A plea, oh my you are serious, and who am I to deny the lambs who want to be slaughtered?"

You slid your feet backwards, trying to ease your burdened breathing. You were promptly pulled by your collar and glued to the spot. Along with pulling your collar, the blindfold was removed.

"We brought a peace offering, a pure-blood witch and all her blood, but only if you and your brother agree to let us gain a section of these woods. We want the promise that no harm will come to us who pass through our designated area."

Sukuna couldn't help but let out a laugh,amused that those he considered food would go against him.

"You are mortals, disgusting vermin that steal and populate the realm with no consciousness of the harm you deliberately cause. Your designated area is that sad circle of sheds and tombstones, and that is being generous. You don't see that you are surrounded by those who would happily shred your skin and devour your heart."

He continued his lecture as he walked around the circle of villagers like they were ants. His eyes,red and illuminated in the night, gazed at you.

"There you are, right like I said you'd be. No spells can save you witch, but you can try," he looked at the man restraining you as he inches closer.

"Remove her restraints and let her go, she'd hardly be any fun if I ate her right here."

The man followed the command quickly, wanting to save his own life. Although he couldn't have known that the second his job was done that his throat would be slit with those claws.

The color, as sick as it made you feel, complimented him perfectly. The red seemed to match his eyes, bright against the foggy terrain. The rest of the townspeople were quick to catch on, stepping away from you like the plague. No plague could be worse than this, unstoppable fear and torment.

"I haven't seen a witch in a very long time, not since they migrated out of the area. Too bad for both of us, yeah? So consider yourself like a fine ale, or something else rare. I almost feel guilty, but we both know I'm far better than that."

The mortals seemed to drop like flies, first the oldest, then the middle-aged, the young adults and it kept going. You could see a group of small children not too far away, but once again he followed your eyes.

"Do not hurt them, please. You want my blood not theirs! Just let them go!"

You had moved to stand in front of the youngsters, well aware that they were just as afraid of you as you were the vampire. They knew you were a witch, everything they'd been taught to fear, but they recalled the way you helped them with the chicken coop, the way you helped the occasional child stuck in a tree or even the time you watched over the gardens when they were too tired to work in the harsh winters.

"I can hex you if you so much as take a step closer, I've been practicing. I could melt your ribcage, or turn your stomach to stone."

He wasn't taking you for a fool, knowing he could be exposed to your potent witchcraft. He could see your hand holding onto something silver. A vial? A charm? What were you plotting? Were you bluffing?

"Tell me has witchcraft changed in the last century? Or do you still praise the devil and despise fire? That mention of burning on a pyre seemed to rattle you quite a but maybe I'm just assuming things? Your home wasn't so welcoming, but I think that was the point. Barely escaped from that spell of yours, and for once I'll say my brother was better prepared."

The children seeing an open opportunity to escape began to step away from you. Both you and him could hear the small crunches of leafs and the rapid breathing escaping their small bodies.

"I'm afraid my house might have been a mess, I wasn't exactly expecting company, at least from you two. Maybe I should have put more garlic around the entryway...."

You would have kept going on with your banter, unaware that the younger of the two siblings was right behind you. You could have sworn you didn't hear a sound, that no one else was there, but that was disproved by the firm arms snaking around you from your back.

"You were saying (y/n)? Sorry Ryo I got a little held up on my way here. I took the long route to look for any wolves, but it seems they're not around right now."

Energetic and optimistic was the total opposite of what you had in mind when imagining the second brother. He couldn't have been much shorter than his older sibling but the difference was evident enough when you felt him holding you.

"You were supposed to help me clean up the mess sooner. You could have been a lot quicker-looking for those mangy beasts....."

Out of instinct you closed your eyes and hoped for a spell to appear in your mind, or for any train of thought to whisk you away from this nightmare.

"Sukuna did you scare her or something!? You were supposed to just watch her and stay close by, not terrify her to death! You know at this rate I thought you'd have gotten farther from the village by now, especially with the wolves hideout nearby."

You felt a small sensation of hope begin to form in your chest. If the wolves were nearby then maybe you wouldn't be such easy prey.

"So you guys do hate wolves? I thought that was an urban legend so you guys could freak out the villagers."

Yuuji wasn't exactly thinking on the terms of appeasing his brother, so it came easily for him to drop information.

"Well it started as a rivalry and apparently some folks found a couple of wolves defending territory and rumour spread pretty fast. Sukuna hates wolves more than I do for sure, but he's not entirely wrong either. The wolves have been around just as long as we have, vampires I mean. The wolves think they were first, and we've been around for centuries so it never occurred to really question it."

Sukuna could feel his patience thinning as his sibling explained rather private information. Yuuji wasn't an idiot, but he certainly wasn't too cautious when it came to people inside the supernatural circle.

"Don't play with your food,Yuuji, it's not the time or the place. You can goof around when we aren't surrounded by those dogs."

"Well apparently you aren't surrounded right? Yuuji just said that they aren't nearby anyway and I'm sure if they were close, you could both handle yourselves."

Both brothers continued to think on the matter, Yuuji slowly relaxing his grip into a soft embrace. You had to remember that his fangs were right against your neck, ready to pierce the flesh at any moment under his brother's command.

"Yuuji watch her and do not go anywhere, I mean it. I'm going to patrol so we don't get any unwelcome visitors."

You felt yourself let out a sigh as you allowed the tension in your shoulders to disperse.

"You know your brother is quite scary? I'm not sure I could do much against him..."

"Well for now you can relax because unlike him I'm not trying to hurt you, not much. He picks on me for having a conversation with you and slaughters a mob for fun. I'd call him a hypocrite but if he heard that I think he'd starve me if blood for a month."

You tried to shrink away from his hold but it seemed no matter your attempts he was right there. At least your tactics of deception seemed good for the time being.

"Although I don't think he could blame me for wanting to take a bite out of you. You wouldn't feel a ounce of pain, but I can't say you wouldn't get dizzy. Some people faint after just imagining blood loss, but I think you'd be fine. You're a witch after all, you can hold up can't you?"

These questions and conversations were getting harder to get through, each more fearsome than the last.

"Would that turn me? Or would it kill me? I mean can't you drink dead blood? Like animals or your own?"

He seemed to find your cluelessness cute, trying to answer the question without laughing.

"No, not that easily. You would have to be bitten, die and drink a pure vampire's blood. And to continue yes we can drink small amounts of dead blood but too much makes us really sick. Imagine if you ate rotten food and then tried to run on only that food. And if I'm being honest with you love, I don't think Sukuna wants you dead."

He'd tilted your chin upwards, allowing your throat to be angled towards him. Was he playing with you once more? Or was he promising something else?

"You were the one in my bed? That wasn't a delusion?", You felt a wave of panic and embarrassment swim through your veins.

"Oh well I guess you caught me. I wasn't trying to wake you, but you looked so beautiful all exposed like that. Yeah it's unfortunate to admit but we have been checking in on you from time to time, making sure our witch wasn't straying too far. Sukuna wanted to turn you initially, but if course you ran out and I had to convince him not to."

His fangs had pressed against the flesh, searching for the perfect place to puncture the area. You could feel chills wracking up and down your body, dangerous thoughts whispering.

"Unless you would like to be one of us? Become an even more powerful creature of the night? I could turn you myself, if you let me."

His breaths were warm against your skin, the only warmth in the cold night.

"Yuuji?"

"Yes love? Do you want me to be the one to turn you?"

You could still feel the metallic material in the palm of your hand, an idea coming back to you. These vampires seemed rather vain and selfish, so could you fool them?

"Kiss me first? So I know your lips belong against me?"

Maybe he knew you were lying? Maybe your racing heart was a dead giveaway? Maybe he was tricking you from the start?

It didn't seem to matter as his lips made contact with your own, hungry for any taste of you. The unfamiliar feeling of his lips slotting perfectly against you.

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Would you be able to further your plots? Or would they continue to toy with you?

Cliffhanger I know sorry but this will be the first section of this story. This post will be edited when part two is written below the cut. Think of this as a temporary test to see how this part goes? Or maybe you're just scrolling on the dashboard? Anyway thank you for reading and I hope to see you again on this post!

Part 1 published: 04/19/22

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