#but it shouldve just been quick. not instant.

[joonkorre]

finished s2e10.

how did will kill tier so cleanly and swiftly? nobody knows. now he’s really channelling the ripper's mysterious ways

the museum scene is sooooooo 😭😭😭 literally fuck offfff they’re just glazing each other now in full view of everyone

will thinking of god as he kills. the horse’s ep theme of rebirth. will dragging his kill to his creator like a sacrifice, an offering. hannibal taking will’s hand, makes me think of the creation of adam. but god succeeds. then a baptism via first aid. even as will's fantasizing about killing his maker thru the dude, he’s essentially killing off hannibal’s fav creation to take his place. stepping on another tier to be hannibal’s most worthy devotee. oh my godddd

mason is so different from the other characters. that scene w margot was absolutely horrific, christ alive. love that he tried to intimidate hannibal as well but one line from hannibal and dude shrivels up.

oh that’s. that’s fucked up. including foreplay that big demonic orgy took more than 10 minutes and out of all things I’ve seen in this show, this is the scene that I skipped straight through. I get that you want an heir but margot…. you shouldve been at the club.

willbloom sister wives era !!!

alana treating will like the other woman and hannibal nipping it in the bud??????

see I can acknowledge that alana should reasonably believe hannibal due to the info she has available, but when freddie lists out all of the dead patients hannibal has and she just ignores it….. yeah girl fuck you. also, red/orange coat = hannibal’s flames. woohoo.

the ending is absolute bonkers. BONKERS I tell you. looking like they just came back from a grocery trip. will giving hannibal something he loves and hannibal unwrapping it hastily as if he’s a child unwrapping his christmas present. the double entendres. ���you slice the ginger” is an instant classic. them cooking together. hannibal leaving his seat at the head of the table to sit in front of will, as accomplices and equals and friends and partners. hungrily watching will eat. will smelling the wine like how hannibal would before subverting expectations by speaking his mind, telling hannibal how to properly treat him. “i’ve abandoned good and evil for behavioralism.” hannibal asking if will has partaken in the act of creation, if he has also slaughtered and eaten freddie like hannibal would. orchestral music ebbing and flowing between them, hopeful but aching at the same time. then tipping to the uncanny with the superimposition of will and hannibal’s faces. end episode. wow. WOW.

so. will going crazy on freddie and the way he talks about her with hannibal afterwards is…. terrifying. I feel betrayed actually. BUT. I don’t think he killed her. I think freddie’s investigation mirrors katz’s (like even the stray bullet. love it) isn’t to show that hannibal and will are now one and the same (regardless of what the ending shot would have us believe). that’d be too easy, the pacing too quick. will here is cementing his place in the world, swept along by hannibal’s influences but aware and conscious of his every decision regardless. he won’t mirror hannibal exactly, it’s not in his nature. hannibal tortures and kills without explanation. will tries to explain. it’s a red herring and freddie isn’t dead yet. she’s too smart for her role in the plot to be over. they’re probably eating tier, and the dinner is the first time will actually successfully swindles hannibal.

jacka and alana definitely are onto will

[narwhalandchill]

wuwa rambles incoming, on the negative side ish (?)

so i also ended up downloading wuwa to test it out despite being fairly confident in the assessment that it Will not be a long term thing for me (and yeah stand behind that one after day 1 and some today) and like

firstly yes the state of the game is in shambles lmao like it really wasnt finished in time for release in terms of performance and polish At All. on my side luckily the overall experience has been more or less okay on medium graphics with some glitches and a total of two crashes but its still like. this isnt an optimized game at all. ppl rly have been taking genshin being incredibly cautious with new systems and additions (so that the game actually Functions) for granted i suppose 💀 and or consistently taken the most uncharitable angle towards it . like yes we shouldve had xyz since forever but i 100% believe theres actual spaghetti code behind things taking long and that hoyo genuinely wants to be very careful w it for good reason. but yeah artifact presets where still

secondly as much as the world is like, pretty and vast with many sceneries that make for a beautiful vignette to Look at and all kinds of trinkets to run towards and engage w for that quick dopamine release, i think the fact that the story and lore of the world is just so fucking inconsequential and terribly communicated makes it just. Incredibly hard to Feel anything for it. its like a cake with stunning decorations except u take a bite and realize its all just fondant and no actual flavor. its just there. i dont have any thoughts nor feelings for it bc the worldbuilding is such a failure that i care neither for this place nor the characters whose stories are supposed to be selling me on the entire game. and that really sucks bc this place really Does look stunning in places and i Wish they would give me something to care about but its just the backdrop for the (admittedly fun) pokemon echo farm and ur exploration progress and the combat system

character-wise i also just dont mesh with vast majority of them much. they dont stand out enough from one another and no one except for like scar has actually made me very intrigued about anything at all regarding the world. designs vary from ugh to fine with some that i do like but they still arent like . the kind of Instant recognizable design that just Hits. they look fine but they lack the (jenshin) impact that makes you want to forfeit ur mortal possessions to them

now there is One (1) exception to this to be fair and thats sanhua but thats Literally just bc she is so fucking gender envy to me design wise. like its almost perfect just like that. literally if only her top wasnt open in the back . Id wear that shit SO hard for My scifi fantasy waves that wuther self insert oh my god. she looks like a middle school OC id make JSJSKSKDKUSKDK i love herrr literally the only reason i continue playing tbh . And she has ice powers too she is literally made For Me 💀

(jen forbidden lore tldr a niche finnish Banger of a fantasy book series that rewired my brain at 10 had an Excellently written girl protag who among other things gained op draconic ice powers of eternal winter and since then that simply became My main character daydream self elemental power of choice Always hsjsjsjskvkd)

the combat i think is where wuwa stands out and it definitely lets u engage more with the enemies. like ultimate evasion and counters Feel satisfying and building up ur characters unique mechanic like sanhuas ice constructs for her powered up charge atk Feels satisfying i def think theres a lot of potential there but in terms of A Future Meta in a gacha that wants money idk where things would ultimarely go in the future. but ya that stuff is solid.

enemy designs are also cool but suffer from that same lack of context to make me intrigued w the world theyre a part of. like cool eldritch creature ig but it doesnt give heebie jeebies the same way as seeing like. the husks in the chasm for the first time. where u instantly go oh fuck How. Why. Who were they. bc u know there Will be a relevant answer . etc . which is a shame. make me fear for my life smh

anyway for me my pulls have been like ridiculously bad i am genuinely not joking that getting sanhua on my first starter banner multi is the only reason i stuck w it. like. prior to this morning and getting aalto from the 20 free pulls . i have not received a Single non f2p new 4*. i have chixia c3 who i do Not like. yangyang c2. baizhi c1. Literally i kid you not the other new 4* i pulled today was . Yuanwu. so like considering the event and log in thats also c1 yuanwu c1 sanhua (latter of which i obvi have no issue w). and then my starter 5* was the worst case scenario 💀 Walmart gaming i mean. if u think hes cute cool but i am not at All enthused. id have taken Anyone over him lmao

so thats fun . i mean its fine im not gonna play long term i like sanhua and playing her w baizhi and someone like yangyang or aalto its fine for what i intend to do w it for now. & none of the future 5* rly appeal to me either

ultimately the game definitely has potential but it just. released too soon in a shoddy state and in many ways (mostly relating to its open world) i think is too reliant on just resembling genshin without actually innovating on top of that foundation or distinguishing itself from it. and the failure of its story to make players care about its world At All doesnt help. Do i think the world and lore are shit w 0 potential? well obviously no bc its so poorly communicated i cant even fucking tell you what it is About. but any possible potential there was definitely not utilized how it should so eh

now personally i have absolutely no horse in this toxic drama clownfest of a gacha game war arms race other than its not worth the time nor effort. so i truly have no particular feelings of fervent support nor some schadenfreude about kuro and for competitions sake i Do hope they manage to salvage the situation and that wuwa manages to flourish in the end but ironically enough the genshin "killer" number two more or less seems to have went the way of the other one aka ToF. so thats something i suppose lmao

Like there is something very painfully ironic about it all and it is hysterical in that sense. at least that much i can admit hsiajsks. But truly if some ppl find that wuwa offers them sth better than genshin then good for em, dont let my highly lukewarm reception ruin ur enjoyment. just end the fucking drama farm and disingenuous claims to gas up ur own cope and hype

(and to be clear. i would Not have played like 8 hours yesterday if i wasnt genuinely engaged w trying the game out and having fun lol. its just very clear to me that this early rush of ADHD dopamine oh new game new things to burn through new exploration shinies short term quick fun is very likely all wuwa is going to have on offer for me personally)

anyway thats just me so feel free to share yalls thoughts too if ud like

[notquiteaghost]

reasons jack should have been a kid for literally any time at all:

cas carrying him

sam sitting him on his shoulders

dean gripping him by the wrists & spinning him round

cas holding one of his hands & dean holding the other & they swing him

the above with cas & sam and dean & sam

any of them walking round the bunker with jack clinging to their leg

little enough to curl up in their laps

he falls asleep on dean & dean has to get up so he gently transfers him to cas

cas! carrying! him!

cas being able to carry him near indefinitely and so sometimes forgetting he’s got his kid in his arms and going on errands and then jack wakes up in the grocery store like ??? this isnt the library???

cas getting a text like hey just checking you did take the kid with you right? are you aware you did that

Let Cas Hold His Son In His Arms And Sing To Him

[shazyloren]

Little Lyanna

Summary:  Jon is out of his mind with worry, trying to busy himself as his wife labours their baby into the world... They've been trying so long, and they had once thought it would not happen.

Notes: As you know, I am taking part in a challenge on tumblr by user 'JonerysFic' and 'MhysaOfDragons' in which for seven days from Valentines day I am uploading a new one shot. The prompts have been provided and the stories have all been written and I gotta say you're in for a lot of Jonerys content. So Day 7, the last day, 20th February, which is when I'm uploading this, the prompt I chose was 'Free Choice'. So I got thinking and decided to expand on my glorious reign series and give you the birth of their first child, Lyanna.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17864576

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Jon was going crazy.

Waiting for the arrival of his and Dany’s child had left him drinking with Tyrion in the hands quarter as a promise to Dany that he’d stay away while she laboured their baby. All of the dogs in King’s Landing were howling, due to the storm that had captured the city and by extension scared the inhabitants into staying inside. Lighting and rain, flashing and fierce. There had been four storms since he and Dany assumed the throne five years ago, but this had by far been the worse. Ironic that their child would also be known as Stormborn like it’s mother, but that also left deep rooted fear within Jon himself.

He wondered if she would survive, after all both of their mother’s had perished when giving birth to them, although Sam was dealing with her, the only person he trusted. But there was still this nagging feeling of fear within him that meant he was on edge and pacing the hands chambers all the while it was going on. He could stand on the Balcony and see their chambers from it, but he wouldn’t know what was happening.

They’d lost a babe already, after the first time they’d made love on the boat from dragonstone to White Harbour, Dany’s bleeding had not arrived. They didn’t count their chickens before they hatched, both of them knowing what happened to her last babe, but when her belly had began to swell with life they were joyous. Jon requested they not tell anyone, as only Missandei, Sam and themselves knew at that moment. But about ten weeks after the conception, Dany bled hard and the babe was lost.

She’d cried for weeks in private with him, they’d shared his chambers and it had been heart-wrenching to see her suffer. She put on a smile for the lords of Winterfell, and when they’d caught her crying she’d always played it off as the lose of her Dragon, which in a sense was also her child. So when her belly had become swollen once again six months ago, they’d been very joyous yet extremely cautious. Jon had not let her do anything, she was to relax for the first few months, must to her annoyance.

And now, she was in labour, a month early.

To make matters worse, Lord Baratheon and Lady Stark (Jon’s sister) had sprung upon them a surprise visit, which meant they too were in the hands chambers, drinking with him as the entertainment Tyrion had quickly thrown together for the visiting family got cut short. Daenerys was in the middle of giving a speech when she’d gushed on the floor and began to feel light headed.

She was early, and this was all the more reason Jon was worried. The chances of both of them surviving was very small, but he’d hoped that she had, they both had. If she was to go… Jon couldn’t even bare to think about it, he loved her so hopelessly that the even consideration that Daenerys Targaryen, his wife, his queen, would never see him again, would never look at him with those eyes, was completely consuming him

“Stop pacing, you idiot” Arya grumbled, fiddling with a knife, twisting it between her fingers. The Valyrian blade that Bran had bestowed upon her all those years ago, before he’s met his end… Jon shook his head and did as he was told. He may be the king, but when Ayra said to do something, he listened without question.

“It’s natural to be fearful, Your Grace” Tyrion countered, pouring red wine into his goblet and almost downing it instantly. “But I can assure you she’s in very good hands”

Jon knew she was, Sam had delivered several babies now including that of his sister, Sansa’s two children with her husband up in the north. He may be Lord of Horn Hill, but he also was their maester, and Jon trusted him more than anyone else besides Daenerys.

“Perhaps we can do something to take your mind off of everything, Your Grace?” Gendry offered. Nothing would take Jon’s mind off of it, he knew as such, but he took the bate and sat down at the table with the other three. “Are there any pressing issues that need resolving in the city?”

“We’ve been dealing with a speight of theft in flea bottom” Jon shrugs, reminding himself that flea bottom needs to be renamed as it wasn’t the hive of poverty it had once been in the era of the Lannisters rule. Jon and Dany had more than enough comforts here in the Red Keep that he’d make monthly donations of food and clothes that were worn by servants down to them and handed them out personally.

“Okay, let’s focus on that then”

It worked for maybe twenty minutes, until Jon swore he heard screaming all the way across the Red Keep. He knows he didn’t, it was more than likely his mind playing tricks on him, but still, it was enough to stop him from wanting to commit to the City’s issues and think about her instead.

He didn’t pray to the old gods, after all he’s seen in the world he doubted any god’s existence anymore, but he did pray to Sam’s ability that he’d keep her alive, both of them. He should’ve ignored Dany, stayed with her until the end, but it had been hours and she’d begged him to go until it was done. He wouldn’t if it was a case of not wanting to seem weak, or not wanting to see the birth, or perhaps if she did pass, she didn’t want him to see it in front of his eyes.

Whatever her reasons, it was a decision that was driving him crazy and fearful and almost alone.

“Sansa has birthed two children, both of which were successfully delivered by Sam, stop having a crisis you’ll look like you’re supposed to be celebrating your fiftieth name day” Arya was growing impatient and Jon did not blame her in the slightest, but had they known about the baby they lost, then perhaps she’d know why he was frightened for his Queen.

Sansa knew now, shortly after the war and her engagement and subsequent wedding to Gawen of House Glover, she’d come to Jon about bleeding heavily and unsure of anyone to turn too. She’d suffered a miscarriage and it had affected her mentally. Jon had offered comfort and told her the story of her and Dany losing one and from that moment, Sansa had dealt with the issue better.

“I’m her husband, she’s my Queen, let me worry” Jon sighs, thinking back to the times in which his worries were the living dead killing all of men-kind.

So much had changed and so much was still to change now that he and Daenerys were to become parents. The capital had been so happy at the news of their King and Queen welcoming a child soon, and thankfully, the other lords in the kingdom had too. Jon had struggled with it on some occasions. A child was something Jon had always wanted but never envisioned he would have when he was serving on the wall, but something that had come true and very shortly, he’d have to be a father.

Would he be a good one?

“Your Grace” Jon hears behind him and so he turns to note several guardsmen and Sam, the Maester and man he trusted amongst everyone else. He was covered in blood, as was to be expected after delivering a baby, but his appearance still filled him with dread.

“Is everything alright?” Tyrion is the first one to speak.

“Mother and babe are both alright” Sam nods and Jon almost wants to fall to his knees. The relief that over spills in his body is almost too much to handle. He doesn’t know whether to sit down, to run to Dany’s side, to kiss Sam even. “The Queen has lost a lot of blood however, so she needs to rest up for a few weeks, eat plenty and drink lots of water to get her up and running again” Sam takes a small pause. “It’s a girl”

Arya squeals piercingly into the air and yet Jon isn’t affected by it, he’s just shocked, his entire system falling apart as he imagines a small girl in his arms. A girl, a little daughter to call my own, our beautiful miracle, our beloved angel . Jon needs to see them both, he need to hold her in her arms and look at the beautiful life he and Dany created together.

“Can I seem them?” Jon ask, knowing that even if Sam said know he’d still go anyways. Sam just nods and that’s all Jon needs to start a quick pace towards his own bedchambers.

The halls are quiet when he leaves Tyrion’s chambers, only guardsmen with smiles on their faces as Jon feels glee and anticipation build in his chest. He follows the way to his chambers that he was so familiar with at this point, seeing servants cleaning and clearing stuff away, seeing cats up on the balcony, seeing the steps to their space. She was there, his little princess was waiting for him, and his queen too.

When he reached the door to his chambers, he was greeted by Missandei who was holding sheets covered in blood, she was smiling brightly when her eyes connected with Dany’s. Clearly happy both the Queen and the girl were okay. She gleefully grins before heading off in the direction Jon came from, leaving him to open the door.

The sound he was greeted with was like music to his eyes, a soft gurgling and a sweet song that melted away every fear in his body. He did not know the song, he thinks perhaps she made it up, but her voice is tunely and melodic and the happiness that was radiating from it was enough to send Jon wild. He sees them then, Dany, sat up in the bed with a small clothed babe in her arms. Jon, in an instant, is at her side.

“Stars above” Jon whispers as Dany kisses him on the cheek. “She’s absolutely perfect”

As he looked at her, he notices she has been born with a thick head full of hair, black hair like his own and a little bit all over the place. Her eyes however, magnificently violet and delightfully wild. Jon knows the babe can’t see them both yet, but she was content just being in her mother’s arm.

“I’m glad you’re here” Dany sighed, Jon knew she was tired. “She needs to hear her Father speak to her”

She passed him over and for what felt like hours, Jon just held her in his arms and looked at her. She was the most perfect creation that has ever been because of him. He loved her with every drop of blood in his veins, every breath in his lungs and ever word in his mouth. He whispered to her, promised her that he would protect her until his last breath, love her until he could not any longer and he even shed tears. He was sensitive in the moment but he did not care.

She was a dream.

“I want to call her Lyanna” He says out of nowhere, not having heard anything Dany had said, just cut off from it all as he stared at the perfect babe in his arms. “I think my mother deserves that” He stated. After everything his own mother went through, everything she and his real father gave up for him, and after wanting to know about her and finally finding out the truth, Jon felt sure that was the little babe in his arms name. “If that’s okay with you”

“Little Lyanna Targaryen” She sighs, sleep wanting to take his wife over. She was now laying down, hoping to get a moment of sleep. Jon did not mind, it meant he got to hold his babe for longer. Little Lyanna Targaryen, it was. “I like it, then if we have another one, we’ll call him Robb”

If we have another one, we’ll call him Robb.

Jon liked the idea, but they had everything they needed for now. Him, his queen and their beautiful Princess Lyanna. A life Jon never envisioned, but one he was grateful of nonetheless.

[deputyash]

Sprained Ankle

Pairing: Dovie Ash x John Seed

Word Count: 1,306

Warnings: Minor-ish Injuries, Blood, Kinda Sorta Brief Nudity, but not really. (It's not described at all.)

Summary: Dovie comes home injured and John must take care of her. 

Tagging: @xmisswolfx @sleepylunarwolf @krenee1drful @onl-you

A/N: I actually wrote this all in one go! Surprising! I’m very happy with how this turned out!! Thank you for sending it in @elusetta :)) This one uses Kiss Prompt #4: A Kiss where it Hurts 

Hope ya’ll Enjoy! :D

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John was sitting in his office, looking over some paperwork for Joseph. His brother was wanting him to send out more planes and patrols throughout the Valley. The Project’s numbers were beginning to dwindle and Joseph wanted to change that. And of course, that meant John would have to make the changes happen. The only drawback? John wasn’t totally...on Joseph’s side these days. On one hand, he still wanted to believe in the Project, but his recent encounter and then relationship with the Deputy has begun to change his views.

She had strayed from her own team. She was beginning to forge her own path through the county and she was taking heat from both sides of this war now. And John didn’t want to leave her alone in this. He was going to help her no matter if he had to twist some of his orders from Joseph to fit her plans. He wanted this to end just as much as she did. He just wanted his family back. He’s not even sure if the Collapse was actually going to happen, especially since their “Lamb” went astray. Nonetheless, John does what he can to aid the plan that he thinks is right.

John sets his papers down and takes a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment. He leans back in his chair and glances over to his radio. It was getting late. He was expecting a call from Dove anytime now. She always radioed him when she was planning to be away.

John goes to reach for the radio, but a voice stops him midway. He looks up towards the door. It didn't come from the radio. It came from downstairs.

“John!” The voice calls again.

The voice instantly strikes as familiar. It was Dove. In an instant, John’s standing and leaving his room.

“Dovie? Is that you?” He calls as he rounds the corners.

“John! I’m in the living room!”

John bursts through the door and goes to the railing of the balcony. He looks down into the living room and what he sees horrifies him. Dovie was leaning against one of his tables covered in blood and cuts.

“Dovie! You’re covered in blood!” John exclaims as he rushes down the stairs.

A dry laugh leaves Dove’s mouth. “It not mine thankfully…well most of it.”

John comes up to Dovie’s side. He places his hands on her shoulder and arm to lend her support. He tries to lead her further into the room, but she’s quick to stop him with a groan of pain.

“My ankle.” She hisses.

“What?” John says, instantly pulling his hands away.

“I sprained, or broke, my ankle while I was trying to get away.”

“Dovie…” John murmurs, his eyes anxiously looking over her wounds.

He looks back up at her blood-smeared face. “Come on. I’m taking you upstairs to the bathroom.”

He wraps his arms around her and she grabs onto him as he lifts her up into his arms. He’s carefully not to agitate her ankle anymore than it already has been.

“You’re going to be okay.” He says, though it was more to himself than to her.

John carries Dovie upstairs and into their bathroom. He gently sets her down on a bench before grabbing a towel. He gets one end wet before returning to Dove.

“Wouldn’t it be more effective if I just bathed? It’s going to take a while with that.” She says, looking at the towel.

“Dovie, you have an injured ankle. I’m not going to make you stand in a shower or stuff you in a bathtub. I just want to clean you off a bit until we can get you to a doctor tomorrow.”

“Yeah, that’s a good point.” Dove says as she lets out a tired sigh.

John crouches down in front of Dovie and begins wiping away the blood from her face. It was beginning to dry, so it took some time to finally see some clean skin. The more he worked, the more upset he felt. He was going to kill whoever did this to his Dovie. They were going to pay.

Dove seemed to notice the look in his eyes. She reaches out and cups his cheek with her palm. “I’m okay.” She reassures.

“They hurt you.” He murmurs.

“I know, but I’m still here.”

John glances down to his lap where the blood-covered towel lays. “Butー”

“Hey, it takes a lot more than a sprained ankle to take me down.” Dovie says, leaning towards him. She presses a kiss to his forehead. “I’ll be alright. I’ve got you after all.”

John looks up with a small smile. He nods, a new light finding its way to his eyes. He stands up and tosses the dirty towel aside. He reaches down and once more pulls Dove into his arms.

“I’m going to take care of you. I promise.” He says as he brings her back out to the bedroom.

He sets her down on the edge of the mattress before stepping away to his closet. He pulls out one of his other shirts and brings it over to Dovie.

“Let's get you changed.” He says as he sets the shirt off to the side.

John helps Dovie get out of her dirty clothes and into his spare shirt. He helps button up the shirt even with Dovie’s protest that she could do it perfectly fine herself.

“I’ve got it, my dear. You just sit there and decompress. I’ve got you.” He says as he finishes buttoning it.

John then steps back to look at his work. He nods appreciatively. “Blue suits you well, my dear.”

“Oh yeah?” Dove says with a smirk.

“Yes.” John says before clapping his hands together. “Now, up into the covers you’ll go, but first...a kiss.”

John steps back towards Dovie. He brushes her tousled hair to the side and presses a soft kiss to her lips. As he pulls away, he lets out a hum. “Now a kiss for your ankle.”

Dovie lets out a laugh “A kiss for my ankle?”

“Of course, my love. We want it to heal faster, don’t we?”

Dove just laughs again and shakes her head. “Yeah, I suppose so.”

John smiles to himself as he sinks down to his knees. He carefully places his hands on her right leg. He ever so softly places little kisses around her injured ankle. It doesn’t take long for him to earn a few giggles from her.

He glances up at Dovie. “See? Better already.”

“I guess you’re right.” She replies, a smile gracing her lips.

John stands once more and helps Dove actually get into bed now. He gives her plenty of pillows and support. He then goes downstairs to retrieve a bag of ice to lay on her ankle to reduce the swelling. He lays a smaller towel over her ankle first to alleviate some of the chill before setting the bag over it.

Dove lets out a relieved sigh as the ice already begins its work. John nods in satisfaction and gets ready for bed himself. He undresses and gets in bed beside Dovie. He turns on his side and reaches out to caress her cheek. “I’m so glad you came here. I would’ve been so worried if you hadn’t.”

“Me too. It was a little further than I should’ve gone, but I think it was worth it.” She replies.

John leans forwards and kisses Dovie once more. “I hate seeing you injured.”

“I know. It's just so hard to avoid sometimes.”  

John presses their foreheads together. “I understand, but I will still do everything I can to protect you...I love you so much, Dovie.

Dove nods, closing her eyes. “I love you too, John. And I’ll protect you too. I always will.”

[sassytonystarkwrites]

@flamingshieldwrites

"Yes I'm real, Im right here, you're here and we're safe." He cupped his face, unable to hide his worried look. He shouldve known sleep wasnt a good idea, but it was the first sleep they probably both really had in the last weeks and he knew they couldnt just stop sleeping. Studying his eyes, those blue eyes were Johnny's but they were scared like a lost puppy far from home and Tony's heart broke even more.

Although Johnny looked behind him, Tony kept watching him, god knows what horror his mind showed him, god knows what they put him through but he knew it hadnt been a vacation. Now he had wished Johnny had run off with someone else, at least then he wouldnt be having nightmares and feeling scared. Chewing his inner cheek, he felt useless. He had made love to him, unlocking his memories and as he studied his face he knew that had unlocked this internal torture method inside of him. Tony was causing him pain on some level and he couldnt see an instant cure for the man he loved.

He wanted so desperately to have the answer of what they had done to him, he wanted him to tell him not worry, that he could take away all their mind games and he could be happy again but even Tony knew the mind was a complex organ and it took take years to overcome such torture methods, hence why they were used. They were effective and there was no quick fix. As he watched Johnny he was showing all the signs of a prisoner of war, of a soldier from battle, he was suffering from PTSD because of HYDRA and that was only one of the issues.

He was suddenly grabbed, Tony wrapping his arms tightly and protectively around his "its okay, I'm here, you're here, this is real and they wont take you away from me again. You're mine and they cant have you" he kissed his cheek as he stroked his fingers through his hair trying to soothe him. Anger built up inside of him, he was murderous and yet he didnt show it, he didnt want Johnny thinking it was in anyway directed at him because it was all for HYDRA.

He had to blink to focus on his words, making sure he hadnt mis heard him "what? No! Yoire not going back and I'm not going to let you either. You've just begged me not to let them take you away and now you want to go back? Not a chance, Johnny, I'm not letting them get their filthy claws into you again. I'm going to protect you from them like I shouldve done before. You're not going anywhere near them and trust me they will pay. This whole chop off one head and two will grow back shit is going to end, I'm going to burn them all to the ground and suffer so they can never come back and never hurt you again. You hear me Johnny, they will never come near you again. I wont let it."

He clung onto him now, holding him closer to him as he rocked him gently but them stopped and held him tighter as he heard him apologise to him. Keeping one arm holding him close, he reached and cupped his chin gently tilting it up to meet his eyes "you have nothing to be sorry about, Johnny. I promise you we'll get through this together. I'm not going anywhere ever. " kissing his lips softly he then kissed his nose and gently laid them down "FRIDAY full lockdown, dont even let Fury in. Full constant sweep of the place and disconnect from the city, nothing comes in or out" her voice even sounded worried as she agreed and the building started to do a full lockdown and run on it's own power supply fully.

Stark tower was now impenetrable and it's own little tower in the City. Now he could fully concentrate on his husband "shhhh, I've got you" he held him to his chest, stroking through his hair softly and kissing his forehead "we dont have to sleep, we can watch something or just stay like this. Whatever you want darling. You're safe in my arm. I've got you and I'm not letting you go".

Johnny Storm x Tony Stark AU.

@sassytonystarkwrites

How did he even get here? Johnny found himself squinting as he tried to adjust his vision. The first thing to hit him was the smell, the gut wrenching putrid stench that surrounded him. His jaw hurt, so much so that as he raised his hand to try and rub the pain away it stung like a bitch. He groaned as he looked around only to then be hit with an ultra bright light to his eyes, having to squint again he was hurting all over as he glanced down at his hands.

"Jonathan Storm" a voice came out of nowhere, by now Johnny was staring at the wedding band on his finger, he twisted it slowly with his other hand as he sighed out and frowned. How did he even get there... and where was Tony? "The names Johnny." As he spoke now he shifted his hand and pushed it under his thigh, the last thing he wanted to add to whatever the hell was going on was to get robbed too into the bargain.

"You will comply." As the voice spoke back he pursed his lips, it was then he tasted blood as his mouth filled up, spitting it out he looked down again and it was then he spotted the dried on blood stains on his shirt.

"Youre about to have a whole team of Avengers on your ass when they kick down that door and come rescue me." His tone was sassy, sneering at them as he spoke, but as he sat and thought about it, how would they be coming to save him? Did Tony even know he was gone? Now he was finding it hard to remember exactly what he was doing before he even ended up here. Damn, he really did miss his husband and looked over towards the door with nothing but silence surrounding him. Little did Johnny know he had in fact been there for weeks...

His eyes fleeted to the side as a screen then flickered on.

"You will comply." Reading the words he snarled, it would take a lot more than a few broken bones and aching joints for him to ever be controlled by strangers.

"Station..

Feelings..

Home."

The words started to filter onto the screen in large print, blinking slowly he shook his head as his mind started to fog over. Had they also drugged him as well as beat the shit out of him?

"Power..

Soldier..

WAR."

The screen went black plunging the room into darkness as he then pulled his hand from under his thigh and stood upright.

"Ready to comply."

Staring straight ahead his tone was cold and flat as the figure then stepped out of the shadows and pushed some clothing towards him. Johnny reached for it as his eyes then fell upon the ring again, this time he didn't feel anything, other than a sense of wondering why he would even have such a thing on his finger.

"Strip, dress and focus on the screen, your mission details will follow." Nodding his head he pulled the dirty, blood stained clothes off and tossed them to the floor, dressing in a black and red suit one very much similar to his own suit he then stared at the screen as a sequence of pictures started to appear. "Your target, Tony Stark otherwise known as Iron Man. Your mission, seek out and destroy the target, and anyone else who threatens your mission." Staring at the pictures until the screen went black again he then turned and looked straight ahead, a hint of a smirk etched his lips as he spoke one more time.

"Hail Hydra."