#The recent leaks have dragged me kicking and screaming back into this fandom and it has consumed my thoughts. See above.

[monkeebratz]

My mha thoughts are getting a little out of hand, and repetitive. Bc they're all:

one shot #1: I give a villain a child!

one shot #2: I give another villain ANOTHER child!

one shot #3: I give a HERO a child for a change!

not necessarily a one shot but certainly an idea: We age up the child from #1 and age down the child from #2 and shove them at the og timeline to have rooftop trio 2.0! The kids are having a great time but the adults are losing their shit!

[sound-of-the-cosmos]

30 Day Whump Prompt Challenge: Day 18, 19, & 20 (Near Drowning, Kidnapped, and Gagged)

Fandom: Detroit: Become Human

Pairing: Connor x Reader

Summary: The Reader is kidnapped by a group of deviants. Because they covered their tracks well, Connor has a difficult time finding the reader. It’s only after footage is leaked that he discovers the location, and the reader is just a shell of who they once were. 

Warnings: TORTURE HEAVY 

// This continues after both the Lost & Poisoned prompt and the Choking prompt. The first part is just the first two prompts, then it gets to the current prompt. You guys asked for more, so here it is!

You stop at the red light, rubbing your eyes lightly. Why did you think it was a good idea to do this sort of thing on your own? You’d been looking for a deviant for over 3 hours now, and still nothing.

The light turns green, and you sigh a little. You text Hank, letting him and Connor know you still haven’t found anything. You pull forwards, and glance around. You’d never been in this part of Detroit; it was quite barren, and the houses in it were extremely run down or falling apart.

Groaning, you scowl in frustration. “Of fucking course I have to get lost, and I don’t even remember which way I came from aside from the light-” You rant aloud, before pulling over to figure out where the hell you were.

After debating about it for a little while, you finally decide to message Connor, and see if he knew where you were. After sending the text, you lay your head down on your steering wheel.

You were extremely frustrated, as you’d just ended up driving around to see if you could find any clues of any kind. And now, of course, you were lost.

Just fucking great.

A knock on your window jolts you out of your trance, and you look up, seeing a tall, buff man with dark brown hair. Rolling down your window a bit, you clear your throat. “Can I help you?”

He shifts his weight a bit, glancing over his shoulder. “You’re a police officer, right?” He mumbles, gaze shooting back to you.

Nodding, you find your concern growing. “Yes, I am. Is there something I can help you with?”

He takes in a deep breath. “Someone is after me and I need to get out of here-”

Your eyebrows furrow a little. “Sir, I need you to take a deep breath. Are you unarmed?” He nods, and you knew you’d curse yourself for this later, but you unlock your passenger door. “Get in; I’ll drive you to the station, you can give your statement there.” He runs around the side of the car, thanking you multiple times.

You glance around, before a sharp stinging sensation makes you jump. The man holds a syringe with a little bit of a purple liquid in it, and his face is contorted into a malicious smile. Your eyes begin to shut, and your body begins to shut down.

“You better be worth it, or I’ll have to show them what I can do to make you listen, yeah?” He smiles, and everything goes dark.

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It had been a week, and the station was much more quiet than usual. A deviant had not only taken one of their best detectives, but had decided it would be wise to taunt the DPD by sending videos of what they were doing.

Hank sits silently, his hands folded in front of him in anger and head bowed. Connor’s LED flashes yellow, and his sensors were trying to pick apart anything from the video that could be useful to find you.

Fowler stands outside of his office, scowling at the screen that had been hacked. One of his best officers was struggling, and he could do absolutely nothing. All of his workers were drowning in their own assignments, which was why he’d allowed you to go solo.

Gavin, while he didn’t particularly like you, still saw you as a sister; and someone was messing with his family. Hank slams his hands onto his desk. “Are we just gonna fuckin’ sit here?” His voice comes out as a growl, and Connor jumps slightly due to the abruptness of his actions.

“We-” Fowler starts, swallowing the dread growing in his throat- “We can’t spare any of our officers-”

Gavin shoots out of his chair, and grabs Fowler by his shirt. “Bullshit! You saw what it’s doing to them, they’ll die if we don’t do something!” Gavin’s outburst caused something to click inside of Connor. Gavin had been an ass to both you and him for as long as he’d been in the DPD, but he obviously cared more than he let on.

“Connor and I haven’t made any progress with our recent case, we could-” Hank begins, but Fowler cuts him off.

“I said we can’t spare anyone, damnit!” His voice rose an octave, and Connor’s eyes narrowed in thought. The videos made it difficult to focus on anything else.

The deviant had sent 2 separate videos. In the first one, it was obvious you knew you were being filmed. You disobey every order, you scream for the officers to save you, and fight back at every opportunity that you had. You would scream obscenities at your captor and acted like you didn’t care of the consequences.

In the second video, however- You didn’t know you were being recorded. And what the officers at the DPD saw ignited a fury so deep, they were now snapping at each other.

Connor and Hank, the people you worked with most, could barely recognize you. You scrambled to obey every order, sometimes tripping over yourself in your haste.

Sobbing, you’d promised the deviant that you’d be good, and took your punishments for disobeying without fighting back. Afterwards, you’d blankly repeated the reasons why you had deserved to be punished. You had been completely broken by the deviant, and had even gotten hurt more in your attempts to refuse to show that to your friends.

In one of your punishments, the deviant grabbed your throat, lifting you off the ground. You clawed at his hand, but his grip stayed, unwavering. You began to flail around, face turning a dark purple as you began to pass out. The deviant asks, “Who the fuck to you belong to?”

You opened your mouth to speak, and a choked cry escaped your lips. He drops you, and you gasp, coughing and curled up. “I- I belong-” He kicked your stomach, and you yelped, holding your stomach. He repeats the question again.

“You- I,” You took in a shuddering breath, coughing a little, “I belong to you-”

Every officer in the DPD was disgusted and afraid for your safety. Some deviants, like Markus, proved they were peaceful. This deviant proved that some were something to fear.

Connor stand up, slamming his hands on the table. “This is, in fact, a deviant case, yes?” Anger was swimming underneath the surface of his features, and while androids weren’t meant to feel emotions, he feared for you. Humans could only take so much before they broke.

Fowler looks at Connor, eyes narrowing. “Yeah? What of it?” His tone was impatient, but curious. What was the android implying?

“Lieutenant Anderson and I were assigned to deal with cases with deviants. I believe this qualifies.” Connor spoke as professionally as he could, but your time was running out. He knew that better than anyone else here.

Fowler lets out a scoff, before waving his hand towards the android. “Fine. I’ll give you two days, you got that?”

Nodding, Connor stands, Hank grabbing his jacket and walking with the android to the front. You weren’t going to die, not if they could help it.

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You wake up tied to a chair, a cloth stuffed and duct taped into your mouth. Your body thrums with pain as you glance around. You were still here. You were nervous, praying that the video they’d recorded wasn’t sent to your colleagues.

“So you’re awake now, huh?” A voice calls from behind you, causing you to jump in fear. 

“You see, we made sure that your friends know what we’ve been putting you through. They’ve seen you fight, and they’ve seen how you really are.” A bolt of shame and panic rips through your body. 

He grabs you by your hair, forcing you to bend your neck backwards to look at him. A cold metal meets your neck, followed by a sharp stinging sensation. He rips the tape off your face, and you let out a cry of pain, before the chair is tipped back.

He allowed you to fall, your head slamming into the ground. The world spins around you, and you can vaguely make out the feeling of a cloth being placed around your head. You thrash around, and water is poured onto the cloth.

You try to breathe, only taking in water. Your body trembles as you start to try to break out of your bonds, splitting the skin on your wrists in the process. The cloth is ripped away right before you lose consciousness, and you gasp in air, coughing violently. 

“Pathetic, aren’t you? You gonna tell me what you know about that detective android you got yet?” You shake your head, tears forming in your eyes. Everything hurt; you wish he’d just kill you. 

“Pity,” He sighs, stomping on your stomach. You let out a sharp cry, white flecks surrounding your vision. 

“I have an idea,” A sadistic smirk spreads across his lips, and he grabs you by your hair once again. “Why don’t we lock you up in a nice, dark room, and let you go mad, hmm?” He begins to laugh, dragging both you and the chair to the hallway. 

You scream out in fear and agony, scrapes forming on your skin as you go. He opens a door, and brings your chair upright, meeting your eyes with his frenzied ones. A syringe filled with a blue liquid is in his hand.

He yanks your hair upwards, forcing you to stretch out your neck before injecting the strange liquid into your body. You whimper, shaking violently. He lets go, and your body collapses into your restraints, before he cuts the ropes. 

Picking you up, he enters the pitch black room, placing your body in the corner. You were too weak, and he knew that. 

“Have fun, pet.” He grins, before slamming and locking the door. 

The darkness swallows you, before you see both Connor and Hank laying in front of you, your captor covered in their blood. Connor lay lifeless, thirium pump torn out of his chest. 

Hank’s throat was slit, and his internal organs spread all around. 

They were both dead.

You scream, covering your head with your arms. “No, no no no no no-” Whimpering, you squeeze your eyes shut. 

When you next open them, you find yourself watching your captor hurt them over and over. 

You scream for him to stop, your body beginning to shut down due to the mental and physical torture you’d been experiencing for the last god knows how long.

Tears escape your eyes, and you feel yourself slip into the embrace of unconsciousness. 

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A door slamming open causes you to jump, and you curl up in a ball, soft pleading and whimpering escaping your lips. Connor rushes over to your side, before shouting, “They’re in here, Lieutenant!” You flinch at his tone, and he carefully brings you into a hug.

“I watched you die- You aren’t real-” You stammer, and he holds onto you a little tighter. 

“No, hey you’re safe now; I’m ok, I’m alive, see?” He places your hand on his heart, and you break down into tears, holding onto the one thing that seems real-

The one thing that seems safe.

[the--sad--hatter]

Name Calling (26)

FANDOM - MARVEL MCU

PAIRING - BUCKY X READER (female reader, no physical descriptions)

WARNINGS - ALL OF THEM, SMUT, VIOLENCE ANGST

DESCRIPTION -  In which the ongoing and bloody war of words between you and Bucky turns in your favor when a disgruntled one night stand of his lets slip a secret when you run into her in the elevator… Now you have all the ammunition you need to destroy your enemy but you don’t plan on killing him quickly. Oh no, Bucky Barnes was going to suffer and you were going to enjoy every second. You just didn’t count on how much you would enjoy it.

Current Word Count -  74,382

Chapter Twenty Six - The Cat's Out Of The Bag

The Avengers were gathered in a meeting room in the tower, waiting on Ross. The mood was sombre. Their friend had just been dragged away to be put only god knows where and they hadn’t had the chance to explain to her why there was a video of her killing and nearly dying that existed to be leaked online in the first place.

“Who leaked that footage?” Sam asked the question they were all wondering.

“Docherty. He has to have been watching her, or having people do it for him more accurately.” Steve guessed.

“Why leak it today? Why now?” Rhodey enquired.

“She’s his Vernichtung, his little world ender. Having her being hailed as a hero must have pissed him off.” Tony said wearily.

“This is good. We’ve been looking for a way to get to him for a long time and we had nothing. Now he’s shown a weakness, something we can exploit. The angrier we make him, the more likely he is to make a mistake.” Natasha reasoned.

“First we have to get my little girl out of Ross’s clutches. I don’t trust him any more than I do Docherty.” Tony snapped.

“He’s right. Ross has been trying to get his hands on The Hulk for a long time, god knows what he’ll do with Vernichtung.” Bruce agreed.

“The X-Men said they would gave her sanctuary but that only works as long as nobody knows she’s with them. They won’t help break her out. The Avengers can’t be seen doing it either. I’ll have to take the fall for this, I’ll take her and we can go into hiding. Cap can you contact T’Challa? See if he can help?” Tony asked, pacing as he made plans.

“I’ll think we should take a page out of Romanov’s book and fight Docherty with his own tactics.” Bucky spoke up for the first time.

“That’s not a bad idea. It’ll push Ross into a corner and put Docherty off his game at the same time.” Steve mused.

“Plus it will put Docherty’s face on the map. It’ll be much harder fro him to hide.” Natasha added.

“For those of us not following?” Sam probed.

“The Vernichtung Files. We release them.” Bucky said.

“That’s the worst idea I’ve heard all day.” Rhodey stated.

“You want to expose Kit Kat to the world like that? No.” Tony said firmly.

“Tony the whole world knows what she can do and who she is. So let’s show them how much she’s endured and how many times she said no to using that power to hurt anyone.” Natasha said diplomatically.

“She’s a hero, we all know it. It’s time the world did as well.” Steve added.

Everyone but Tony and Rhodey looked convinced. Tony looked frazzled and torn but before he could press further, Secretary Ross came sweeping into the room.

“Where the hell is my kid Ross? You have no right to take her away like that, she gets to have a lawyer. As her father, her next of kin I demand to know where she is.” Tony insisted.

“You aren’t in a position to be making demands, any of you. You harboured an unregistered powered person and took them on active missions. If a fraction of what is on that footage turns out to be true, you’ve been sitting on the human equivalent of a nuclear bomb.” Ross said, his voice dripping with unbearable smugness.  

“Then slap me on the wrists, put me in the naughty corner, prosecute me if you like. I don’t give a damn. I want to know where my daughter is.” Tony yelled.

“Oh there will be ramifications, for everyone. The UN will not let this slide.”

“You mean there will be ramifications for Stark and myself.” Bucky spoke up,

“I beg your pardon Mr Barnes?”

“There’s nothing on that video to suggest any other member of The Avengers knew about her. Matter of fact, Tony didn’t arrive until after. Maybe he didn’t know either.” Bucky said smoothly.

Ross’s jaw worked furiously as he tried to catch up to what Bucky was implying.

“The only person you can say with absolute certainty knew about Miss Starks abilities was me.” He continued.

“That’s not going to look good for anybody. Prosecuting a man you only recently pardoned. I’d hate to be you in that scenario.” Natasha said, catching on.

“Oh no, you can not spin this to your advantage. You really think you’re going to get away with this? The evidence speaks for itself.” Ross sneered.

“Speaking of evidence...” Dr Banner spoke and everybody turned to look at him. He smiled softly with a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Were you aware that Benjamin Newlands was creating a deadly virus to unleash on a well populated country? Doesn’t he have an uncle on the UN council?” Bruce continued.

“He does, his father in law sits on the council as well.” Natasha added.

“In case you were wondering, yes we do have evidence. Irrefutable in fact. There’s a witness who worked on the virus, a paper trail showing Mr Newlands plans for after the virus was unleashed and a sample of the virus itself.” Bruce concluded.

“And you want to know the kicker Ross, the final damning fact? It was ‘deathwave’ who infiltrated Newlands home, destroyed the facility and obtained the virus so a cure could be synthesized.” Natasha said, hitting the final nail into the coffin.

“So you currently have the hero who discovered a traitor in the UN in your custody.” Steve summarised.

Secretary Ross had gone pale. They had him over a barrel and he knew it.

“It’s a good thing you decided to utilise a valuable asset to weed out the traitor and saved millions of lives in the process. Of course you had to hold off on having Miss Stark signing the accords, this whole sting operation only worked so long as nobody knew who she was. This was well played Sir.” Rhodey said diplomatically.

They all held their breath while they waited to see if the Secretary Of State would take the bait. He could take the messy path and throw her into a cell despite the backlash he would receive or he could go along with the plan they had just laid out. Turn her into the hero who saved the Accords from being tainted by War Crimes and Genocide.

“Before you say anything else Secretary Ross, there’s something you should see.” Natasha said.

Everyone looked at Tony and after a long moment he nodded.

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“Breaking News! More details on the story of ‘Deathwave’, Tony Stark’s illegitimate daughter have come to light.” The news anchor announced.

“Well the cat is well and truly out of the bag now.” Rhodey remarked.

“We made the right move, now that crowd outside who already think she’s a hero is going to grow exponentially. Show people footage of a scared little girl standing up to a bully and then have The Secretary Of State announce she was secretly working for them to single handedly take down a madman who wanted to kill millions and by this time tomorrow the whole world is going to love The Newest Avenger.” Clint said.

“We made her The Media Darling and Dr Jack Docherty public enemy number one in one fell swoop. I’d call that a win.”

“Yeah, now all we have to do is find a way to explain to her why she doesn’t remember killing 200 people or being shot in the heart.” Sam snapped bitterly.

Bucky had had enough of listening to them all congratulate themselves and bicker. It was going to be a lot to process for her and forgiveness for all they had done wouldn’t come easily. Everytime he got somewhere with her something got in the way and he was sick of it.

Would this be the final straw? Would she give up on him, on them? Would she go back to hating him?

“WHO WAS IT?” Tony yelled, storming into the room.

“Wasn’t me.” Clint said immediately.

“Who was what Tony?” Steve asked calmly.

“Ross just called his men to have her released and brought back here. Only he can’t do that because someone broke her out of custody.”

His revelation was met with silence.

“Nobody wants to fess up?” Tony pressed, slightly urgently.

Nobody spoke up and a chill ran up Bucky’s spine. If none of them had broke her out, then who had?

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You slowly roused from a deep sleep. The last thing you remembered was a lot of screaming, a klaxon blaring and a flash of red. You shot up into a sitting position, taking in your surrounding rapidly.

You were on a tatty sofa, springs digging into you. The room was musty and well lived in to put it politely. The door was kicked open loudly and your kidnapper/saviour came literally skipping into the room.

“GOOD MORNING SUNSHINE!”

The defensive stance you sprung into was instinctual but the red spandex clad figure ignored it and held out something to you.

“Chimichanga?”

“Who the hell are you?” You snarled at him.

“I’m Deadpool sweetcheeks, and you should really already know that but the author really wanted me to say it out loud so there was no confusion for the readers so I’ll let it slide.” He announced tearing open the foil wrapped Chimichanga and taking an obscenely huge bite.

“Alright Deadpool, did you rescue me or kidnap me?” You enquired.

“Technically both Princess Peach. Ooooh, that’s what I’ll call you from now on since I’m not allowed to say your name.”

“Alright… what?” You were utterly lost.

“Quick note. The last person to rescue you adopted you so by those rules, you have to call me daddy. Or Daddypool.”

“I am not calling you Daddy.” You insisted with a confused grimace.

“Daddypool it is.” He said, clapping his hands together in excitement.

He leapt onto the couch you’d woken up on and struck a heroic pose.

“Now let’s end this chapter so everyone can mentally prepare themselves for the upcoming grand adventures of the dynamic duo…. Princess Peach and Daddypool!”

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Short but important chapter... I really really hope you like this. It's a creative gamble on my part. Please like it!!! *sweats nervously*

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[broomballkraken]

Title: Blood

Fandom: Fire Emblem Awakening

Pairing: Gregor/Cordelia

Word count: 1671

Warnings: Graphic Violence (Not too bad but a warning just to be safe)

Summary: “Gregor not let them take Cordelia. Gregor would fight through entire army of risen himself just to keep Cordelia safe.”

Cordelia was in a bad situation. She gritted her teeth as she leaned on her lance for support, because the arrow that was embedded in her thigh was incredibly painful and inhibiting her ability to move. She had tried to flee the ambush of archers on Aurora's back, but when the arrow had struck her leg, she lost her balance and fell to the ground. Luckily she wasn't too far in the air when she fell, but she had also hit her head hard on the ground. She had to reach up every minutes to wipe away blood that was trying to leak down her forehead and into her eyes.

Cordelia's breathing was ragged as she closed her eyes, trying to blink away the dizziness that was creeping into her head. She jerked around when she head something move behind her and thrust her lance at the attacking risen, impaling it in the chest. It fell to the ground and dissolved into purple dust. Cordelia cried out in pain as the arrow in her leg ripped through more of her flesh. She lost her balance and fell to the ground, hoping that someone would come and save her soon.

Pushing herself to her knees, Cordelia froze when she saw another risen charging at her, sword raised and ready to strike her down. She reached for her lance, but it had been knocked out of her reach when she fell.

“Oh gods...” she whimpered as she closed her eyes, waiting for the attack to hit. But the fatal blow never came. Instead, Cordelia heard the sound of steel hitting steel, a deep grunting noise, and the scream of a soon dead risen. Cordelia opened her eyes and looked up.

Gregor stood before her, with his bloodied sword embedded halfway into the risen's throat, and a look on his face that Cordelia had never seen before. His eyes were narrowed into the meanest glare she's ever seen, and his face was twisted into a menacing snarl.

“Attacking Gregor's beloved is last mistake filthy monster ever make.” Gregor growled as he pulled his sword from the risen's throat, cutting it's head off in the process. As the body fell to the ground in a heap, Gregor's face softened as he looked down at Cordelia with concern in his eyes.

“Cordelia, you hurt. Gregor help.” he said as he reached down to her. He suddenly winced in pain and coughed, blood splashing from his mouth. Cordelia's eyes widened in shock as she finally noticed that the risen's sword was stuck in Gregor's gut. He started to fall and she caught him, ignoring the pain in her thigh and head.

“Gregor!” Cordelia cried out as she lay him carefully onto his back. He gritted his teeth in pain and coughed again. She tried to think of some way to help, but the arrow in her thigh had ripped through more of her skin, and she was now bleeding almost as badly as Gregor was. Also, her head wound was bleeding profusely as she tried to keep the blood from getting into her eyes. Tears filled her eyes as she collapsed weakly onto Gregor's chest.

“My poor Cordelia.” Gregor said weakly as he reached up and tried to wipe the blood and tears from her face, “Gregor sorry for not getting here sooner. It his fault you suffering so.”

“No, Gregor,” Cordelia said as she forced her eyes to stay open, “You risked your life to save mine, it was my carelessness that got me into this situation in the first place.”

“Oi, Cordelia too good to Gregor. She not give self much credit. So sad.” Gregor said with a weak laugh. Cordelia forced a smile at him and reached up to grab his hand, their fingers entwining together. If they were going to die here, she was glad that it was by his side.

“I love you Gregor.” Cordelia whispered as she felt herself slipping out of consciousness.

“Gregor loves Cordelia too. Always.” he said. A small smile graced her lips before blackness consumed her.

*

Cordelia groaned as she blinked the sleep from her eyes. She tried to shift her stiff body, but the pain that shot through her leg and head forced her to stay still. Her eyes came into focus and she found herself staring at the ceiling of a tent. She felt her head and found that it was bandaged, and she also felt that a bandage was wrapped around her thigh.

'I'm...alive?' Cordelia thought as her most recent memories came flooding back to her. The attacking risen, the arrow in her leg, her head wound, Gregor saving her...”

“Gregor!” she exclaimed as she shot up into a sitting position. She immediately regretted that action as a wave of pain coursed through her body, almost causing her to vomit. She cringed and froze, waiting for the pain to subside. When it finally did, she reopened her eyes and looked around the tent.

She was in a cot in the corner of the room. In the bed next to her, Ricken was sleeping, with his arm in a sling and a bandage wrapped around his forehead. Cordelia's heart jumped to her throat when she saw who was in the bed next to Ricken.

Gregor was lying on his back, a content look on his sleeping face. Cordelia ignored the protests from her aching body as she rolled herself out of the cot. She plopped onto the floor and paused to wait for her wounds to stop screaming at her. She then crawled over to the chair next to Gregor's cot and dragged herself up onto it. She panted heavily and reached out to grab Gregor's hand. It was warm. He was alive. They were both alive.

Tears welled up in Cordelia's eyes. This had been way too close of a call. Of all the battles she had been in, this was the closest she had been to losing her life. From the stories that Gregor had told her, this probably wasn't his first near-death experience; she remembered that once story he told where he had to sew his own leg back on, and that sounded like a much worse situation than the one he was in now. However, that didn't stop Cordelia from worrying like crazy.

She was pulled from her thoughts when she felt Gregor's hand suddenly squeeze hers. She looked up to find Gregor grinning weakly at her, his eyes lighting up as they met hers.

“Ah, this is most beautiful sight that Gregor has ever woken up to. He must be in heaven to have such pretty and charming woman looking after him.” he said, laughing weakly. Cordelia giggled and squeezed his hand back.

“No Gregor, you're not in heaven. We are both lucky to still be alive.” she said, smiling as she blinked away the moisture in her eyes. Gregor frowned and reached up, placing his free hand on her cheek.

“Oi, why Cordelia sad? We both alive and kicking still, if a bit worse for wear.” he said, wiping away some stray tears with his thumb.

“I-I know Gregor, but that was close, too close. I was so scared. So scared that I would lose you.” Cordelia said as she placed her hand over his that was still on her cheek.

“Gregor know what Cordelia means. Gregor also scared to lose her. Gregor never been more scared in life than when he saw risen monster running to her.” His eyes darkened and his jaw clenched. “Gregor not let them take Cordelia. Gregor would fight through entire army of risen himself just to keep Cordelia safe.”

“Oh Gregor, you're so sweet.” Cordelia said, smiling, “But I would be fighting that army right along side you. I won't let them take you from me either.” Gregor laughed.

“Ah, Gregor is luckiest man in world! The most beautiful, strong, brave, and charming woman in land loves him! And he loves her too.” he said, a broad smile crossing his face.

“Yes, she loves him very much.” Cordelia said as she giggled. She winced as she began to feel a bit dizzy from the exertion of leaving her bed.

“Well, I should go back to my bed and rest-” she said as she began to move from the chair, but Gregor caught her arm and she paused.

“No, no. Cordelia should stay with Gregor! Snuggling with Cordelia is sure to speed along recovery!” Gregor said, beaming as a mischievous grin crossed his face. Cordelia blushed.

“G-Gregor! What if someone walks in? And Ricken is right there.” she said, rubbing the back of her neck with embarrassment. Gregor laughed and tugged her closer to him.

“It not like we do anything naughty, Cordelia. You have mind in gutter.” Cordelia looked mortified and ready to protest, but she said nothing as Gregor placed a kiss to the back of her hand, “Gregor just want to cuddle with his love. Make sure he not dreaming and they both actually dead as doornail.”

Cordelia thought for a moment before smiling and nodding. Gregor smiled back as he moved over to make room for her on his bed, wincing a bit as he jostled his wound. Cordelia slowly slid herself onto the bed next to him, also cringing at the pain of her wounds. She lay with her back to him, and he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close.

“Cordelia so warm, make Gregor want to sleep like little baby.” Gregor whispered as he buried his face into her hair. Cordelia sighed contently and held his hands in hers.

“Me too Gregor. Sweet dreams, love.” she said as she closed her eyes. Cordelia heard him chuckle as he placed a kiss on the back of her head.

“Sweetest of dreams could not compare to beautiful woman in arms, Cordelia. But Gregor try.” Cordelia giggled as they both drifted off to sleep, grateful that fate had not decided to tear them apart on this day.