#thank you lovely anon! 😄

[seiwas]

hello sel!!! hru doing??

The ask game is super fun! How about Gojo + vindictive.

I hope u hv had a lovely day 🫶

zuro anon

zuro anon hello!! thanks for sending in a prompt!! i'm doing good 🥺 spending this lil vacay at home, mostly 🥺 and happy to be back writing 🥺 i hope you have the loveliest weekend 💗

contains: non-canon, childhood enemies to lovers (ish), (modern) arranged marriage, reader wears a braid and dresses

gojo + vindictive

you hate gojo satoru. you have ever since you were 5.

he's a bully―a real cocky one at that, with no regard or remorse for how his actions affect those around him.

on the day before your 6th birthday, right as your parents gathered together for the annual countdown, he gobbled up the entire plate of your favorite milk cakes before you could even take a bite. this marked the start, the beginning of a vengeance stewing inside of you.

at the age of 8, when you first learned how to do your own braids, he would tug at them, pull them free and unravel all your hard work for the past hour. you used to chase him for it, yell "satoru!" with all the strength your little lungs could muster and he would merely laugh and run faster.

the name "satoru," you've learned, must be synonymous with "sabotage," because it's all he's ever done. he threw the flower geto suguru handpicked for you straight to the ground, and purposely splashed gutter water all over the white dress you intended to wear on your first date.

not to mention, he's always rubbed in the fact that he's better than you, at everything―dangled all his accomplishments in front of you as if he knew they were just centimeters out of reach.

gojo satoru is solely responsible for tainting your childhood memories a miserable cerulean blue.

so, when your parents sit you down one day and tell you that you'll have to marry him, you feel transported in that moment, to each and every instance gojo has ever wronged you. it flips through your mind like a montage of flashbacks in a movie.

it's both surprising and not. your families have always been partners, in everything―business, education, and now you guess, life as well. you hate gojo's guts but this creates an opportunity you don't think can result from anything else.

so, sure, you'll agree to the marriage―only to make his life a living hell.

"hello, fiancée," he greets you, for the first time since the agreement.

you don't do anything to hide your disgust, face scrunching up as you spit out, "shut up, satoru."

the wedding planning is horrendous―at least, you hope it is for him. you pick out every single cake flavor you know he hates and choose the brightest venue possible for the event. the lights you pick for the afterparty are strobe lights, and you make sure to do multiple test runs just to play with his eyes. it doesn't occur to you that the solution to his light sensitivity is simple: just a plain pair of shades.

you wear plumping lip gloss on your wedding day, just so his lips burn when you have to kiss him. but gojo is either extremely numb or just good at faking it, because all he does is grin as he whispers quietly before parting, "spicy."

in preparation for your married life, you create a ledger of some sort―a book of accounts housing every single thing gojo has done wrong. you write down your plans to get him back for each of them, a list of pranks and inconveniences to make him regret ever messing with you all those years ago.

at half a year of marriage and 25 years of knowing each other, he casually tells you the big "i love you," but you're sure he doesn't mean it. you tell yourself your heart is racing from how infuriating his existence is; at how stupid his face looked when he'd said it. not anything else and most especially not the little dimple on his cheek that shows itself every now and then.

(you didn't know it yet then, but he'd found the ledger you kept and read through it all. the one-year plan, the three-year plan, the five, and so on. and it does nothing but strengthen how he feels about you, since he was 6, 14, and a few years ago at 24.

it's at your third year of marriage that you find out―how gojo's known all this time, but more importantly, how there were reasons behind every single instance you thought he was out to ruin your life.

with intelligence far beyond his age, gojo has always preferred the company of adults more than children. at age 6, he would listen in on conversations his mother had with her friends, roughly comprehending complex worlds with the simple ones he understood. someone had mentioned something about their daughter being allergic to milk. and so, when your birthday came up and all he saw were milk treats, he gobbled them all up in an effort to make sure you wouldn't be subjected to an adverse reaction―even though you were far off from any dairy allergy.

what he was sure of, however, was that you were severely allergic to bees. and when he spotted one perched right on the buttercup stem geto handed you, he had no choice but to smack it right out of your hand and down to the ground, stepping on it too, for good measure.

and, okay, maybe he was a little naughty for tugging at your braids when you'd just spent all that time doing them, but he always liked how they flowed into waves when they unravelled; how you'd chase him afterwards, angry but so, so pretty.

if there's one moment gojo will consider real sabotage, though, it's that date he stopped you from going to. like there was any way he was going to let another man see you dressed like that. he isn't nice that way. when gojo wants something, he's not sharing, and the sight of you in white―that was meant to be his and only his.)

[bumblingbee1]

https://youtu.be/O-pX_jeQdi4?si=f82mKJr6VItIlThF

I have to admit, the title cracked me up 😂 but Nicolas Cage in the beginning made me cackle 😭😭

Here’s the vid if anyone wanna see https://youtu.be/O-pX_jeQdi4?si=W3cInO8sY1j9U3qc

[paddockletters]

secret's out | lewis hamilton smau

pairing: lewis hamilton x reader summary: lewis accidentally reveals his secret relationship with you in an instagram story, sparking fan frenzy. request: yes/ thank you so muchhhh! author’s note:hey anon, i really loved and enjoyed writing your idea! thanks for you request and hope you like it and and sorry it took me too long❤

lewishamilton

lewis' imessage

y/username

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yourusername: i guess our secret has been reveled bt none other than my husband...

comments...

georgerussell63: you guys definitely made that podium moment legendary. Wishing you both all the best! 💪🏼❤️

danielriccirado: You guys, first you hid your relationship and then your wedding and you didn't even invite us…. I'm hurt

user1: the fact that george is his teammate and he didn't even know that lewis was married 😭😭

user2: ok, we already knew that lewis was very private but this, THIS is another level

charles_leclerc: took you long enough, Lewis! Wishing you guys all the happiness! 🥳

user3: can we just appreciate the casual hard launch AND a kiss on the podium?? absolute power couple energy 💯

user4: he way Lewis looked at you during the podium 😍 He’s been in love the whole time!!

user5: he fact that Lewis called you his wife on his story and we all lost it 🤣🤣 Congrats on your not-so-secret love anymore!

y/username

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yourusername: this secret and announcement took us less time this last time

comments:

lewishamilton: Can’t wait to meet our little one. Over the moon with you, love

user6: BABY HAMILTON?! Oh my God, I’m crying. This is the cutest news ever!! 😭🍼

georgerussell63: Congratulations!! Can’t wait to meet the future world champ! 🍼🏆

landonorris: BABY HAMILTON??? Alright, I’m officially shook. Congrats, guys! The paddock just got a whole lot more fun! 😂❤️

user7: Lewis is gonna be a dad??? IM NOT OKAY!!! CONGRATS!! 🥺❤️

danielricciardo: A little racer on the way? YES! Can I be the fun uncle? 😎🍼

user8: A podium celebration baby??? 👀 Looks like we know how y’all celebrated that win! 🤭

user9: he timeline is connecting… podium celebration = baby Hamilton?? You sneaky lovebirds! 😂💛

charles_leclerc: Wow, huge congrats!! The grid’s about to get a little bigger 😄

user10: OMG this baby is about to be more stylish than all of us. Already living their best life before birth! 👶🏽✨

Lewis' podium

The energy in the paddock was electric as Lewis’s car crossed the finish line, securing him a spot on the podium for the first time in what felt like ages. I could barely contain my excitement as I watched from the sidelines, surrounded by a sea of cheering fans. The moment felt surreal, and my heart raced as Lewis climbed out of his car, a triumphant grin plastered across his face.

As he approached me, still wearing his helmet, I couldn't help but notice the way the crowd erupted in applause and shouts. The deafening cheers seemed to fade into the background as he got closer. “Honey, I’ve done it!!” he shouted, his voice slightly muffled but filled with uncontainable joy.

The adrenaline coursing through my veins made me feel invincible. I laughed, my heart swelling with pride as I reached up to remove his helmet. The instant his face came into view, I felt the warmth of his excitement radiate between us. The crowd’s energy shifted, anticipation crackling in the air as they sensed something special was about to happen.

Lewis leaned down, his eyes locked onto mine, and in that electric moment, he kissed me deeply, right there in front of everyone. The world around us disappeared; all I could feel was the warmth of his lips and the deafening roar of the crowd as they cheered for us.

From that day forward, we became the couple everyone adored. Fans began sharing videos and photos of the kiss, turning it into an iconic moment.

As the weeks passed, our relationship was the talk of the town. But it wasn't long before the news of our little family surprise came to light.

It was late, the dimmed lights in our living room casting soft shadows on the walls as I paced back and forth. The small plastic stick in my hand felt heavy, like it held the weight of the world. My heart pounded as I stared at the two pink lines that confirmed it—I was pregnant.

I had imagined this moment so many times, rehearsing how I would tell him, but now that it was real, my mind was a blur of emotions. Excitement, fear, happiness—everything at once.

Lewis had just gotten home from the gym, his usual easy smile lighting up his face as he stepped inside. He dropped his gym bag by the door, not yet noticing the turmoil in my eyes.

"Hey, love. Everything alright?" He asked, walking over to kiss me on the forehead, his hands automatically settling on my waist. But as he looked down at me, his brow furrowed in concern. He knew something was up.

I took a deep breath, feeling the warmth of his hands on me, grounding me. "Lewis, I… I need to tell you something."

His eyes softened instantly, the worry easing away. He pulled me closer, concern still flickering in his gaze but now mixed with curiosity.

"You’re scaring me a bit, babe. What’s going on?"

I bit my lip, the words almost stuck in my throat. My heart raced as I reached for his hand, slipping the positive pregnancy test into his palm. He looked down at it, confusion crossing his face for a brief second before realization hit him like a wave.

His eyes widened, flicking from the test to me and back to the test again. "Wait… are you serious?"

I nodded, tears springing to my eyes as a nervous laugh escaped me. "Yes, Lewis. We’re going to have a baby."

For a moment, it was like time stood still. He stared at me, his mouth hanging open in disbelief. Then, without warning, he scooped me up into his arms, spinning me around as a wide, joyful laugh escaped him.

"Are you kidding me?!" He was grinning from ear to ear, his excitement so contagious I couldn’t help but giggle, too. "We’re having a baby?!"

"Yeah… we’re having a baby." I nodded, my heart swelling as I saw how happy he was.

Lewis set me down gently, but his arms stayed wrapped around me, his forehead resting against mine.

"I can’t believe this," he whispered, his voice full of awe. "You’re going to be the most amazing mom, you know that?"

"And you’re going to be the best dad. Our little one’s going to be so lucky." I smiled, feeling the butterflies in my stomach.

He pulled back slightly, looking into my eyes, his expression soft and full of love.

"This is the best news I could’ve ever imagined. I love you so much."

"I love you too," I whispered back, my voice catching with emotion.

Lewis placed a hand on my stomach, still grinning like a kid on Christmas morning. "Our little secret," he said, his voice hushed, as if speaking too loud would make it any less real.

As the initial shock and excitement settled in, Lewis and I spent the rest of the evening curled up on the couch, talking about everything that lay ahead. The glow in his eyes hadn’t dimmed one bit; if anything, it had grown brighter with every moment.

"I still can’t believe it," he whispered, running his fingers softly over my stomach. "We’re actually having a baby."

I laughed, leaning my head against his shoulder. "It’s real, Lewis. You’re going to be a dad."

"You know, now that I think about it, when do you reckon we… you know, made this little one?" A playful smirk spread across his face.

I rolled my eyes at his cheeky tone. "Really? That’s what you’re thinking about now?"

"Well," he chuckled, nudging me slightly. "It’s not every day you find out you're going to be a dad. I’m just curious." He paused, tilting his head as if considering the options. "I mean, we’ve been busy lately…"

I snorted, shaking my head. "Busy is an understatement. We travel all the time."

Suddenly, realization dawned on him. His eyes widened, and I saw the gears turning in his head. "Wait… what about Monaco? You remember? After that podium…"

I froze for a second, my mind flashing back to that night. The celebration had been wild—Lewis had just gotten his first podium in a while, and we were on cloud nine. The champagne, the excitement, the adrenaline… and later that night, when we finally got back to our home…

I fele my cheeks flush. "Oh my God, Lewis."

He grinned like a Cheshire cat, clearly putting it all together. "That’s when it happened, didn’t it? The night of the podium celebration! No wonder the timing makes sense."

I covered my face with my hands, laughing as the memory came flooding back. "I can’t believe this! You’re right. That’s when it happened."

Lewis burst out laughing, clearly delighted by the connection. "No wonder I felt so invincible that weekend. Turns out, we had a little extra reason to celebrate!"

I playfully swatted his arm, though I couldn’t stop laughing either. "We’ll never live this down, you know. People are going to figure it out, and the teasing is going to be relentless."

He shrugged, still grinning like a fool. "Let them talk. They can tease us all they want. As long as I’ve got you and this little one, I don’t care."

I smiled, leaning into him, feeling the warmth of his words. "You’re such a sap sometimes, you know that?"

He chuckled, kissing the top of my head. "Only for you, love."

As we sat there, wrapped in each other and in the realization of what was to come, I couldn’t help but think about how crazy our journey had been so far. And now, with a baby on the way, it was about to get even crazier. But with Lewis by my side, I knew we could handle anything—even the endless teasing from our friends and fans.

"Just wait until the guys hear about this," he said with a wink, already anticipating the chaos to come.

I rolled my eyes again but smiled. "Oh, I’m sure they’ll never let us forget it."

[simp-ly-writes]

Recap, Rewind, Fast-Forward

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Pairing: Spencer Agnew x gn!Reader

─ · · SUMMARY: A recap of everything; the people and moments in your life recently. A rewind to reminice on how many years you and spencer have known one another. And a fast-forward on what is to come in your life in becoming a movie-star.

─ · · TAGS: gender-neutral pronouns, jealous!Spencer, angst, social media au, attempt at comedy, slowburn, light swearing, fluff, mutual pinning, irl celebrities, friends that act like lovers, friends/lovers.

─ · · MASTERLIST | TAGLIST REQUEST | PART TWO | PATH THREE | PART FOUR

─ · · A/N: thank you so much for this ask, anon! post number 200 for me yippee!

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spennser 12 years went by way too quickly with you.

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username68 can't wait to watch your boyfriend/girlfriend go kiss a bunch of hot people on the big screen! 😄

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─ · · A/N: something a bit different, what did you all think? thank you all for the support on every part so far- means a lot to me and makes me want to write more! what are you looking for to in the next part?

─ · · TAGLIST: @lisiliely

[sunflowersandsapphires]

I'm glad you've touched on Frank's PTSD before, as I feel like it often gets overlooked. Did you have any headcanons about how it affects him, how he deals with it? Would he tell reader about it?

Oh anon, I could talk about this for DAYS.

How it affects him

Irritation/Hostility: Frank’s grumpiness is part of him, for sure, but I think that is hugely because of his PTSD. any little thing can set him off. His frustration is ever present, stemming from his inability to protect his family. That loss is always on his mind.

Anxiety: Frank ALSO has anxiety which I don’t think we as a fandom talk about enough. He is TERRIFIED of losing more people he loves. We see that with his desperation to protect Karen/Curtis/Amy/the Liebermans. If you are lucky enough to get close to Frank Castle, he will keep himself up at night thinking about ways you could get hurt. And thus…

Nightmares/Insomnia: In canon, Frank lives through his biggest tragedy over and over again through recurring nightmares. And once he connects with Sarah Lieberman and the kids, they show up in the dreams too. If Frank allowed himself to start a new relationship, he would undoubtedly dream about losing you too. Because of this, we see him not sleeping well, if at all. I don’t think it’s far fetched to say this man has raging insomnia.

Hyper-vigilance: Frank is the definition of hypervigilance. Which is partly the reason that he and Karen get along so well, I think. He would really relate to her “I feel like danger is lurking in every corner” sentiment. Once Frank has anything of value, he’s convinced it’s going to be taken away the minute he lets his guard down. I think this would manifest in little things like him not falling asleep until you were already passed out beside him and he’d triple checked all the locks. He’d never let you walk on the outside of the sidewalk or sleep closest to the door. I think loud noises would occasionally spike his heart rate, even if he doesn’t act evidently distressed.

Social Isolation: Because he is so terrified of losing people, he shuts them out instead. Being a loner is preferable to suffering through another tragedy. When he gets really in his head about how dangerous he is to be around, he’d get mean and distant, trying to push you away. You can overcome his isolation, but it takes patience and persistence (as Curtis has shown us)

How he deals with it

He doesn’t lol. We see Frank coping with the various symptoms but he REFUSES to acknowledge that he has an issue, whether or not it is labeled as PTSD. So I’m not sure he will ever truly deal with it. But I think allowing himself to move on from Maria would be a great first step.

Would he tell reader?

Yes and no. I think he’d absolutely warn you about the different symptoms. Tell you stuff like “I’m not a nice guy” and “might not wanna stay over, I ain’t a good sleeper”

It’s not that he’s intentionally hiding it from you, it’s that he’s distanced himself from the label of PTSD (because he’s so scared of being out of control) to the point that he doesn’t believe he has ever fit into that category. He’s as open with you as he can be, being Frank and all.

Let me know if I missed anything you wanted me to touch on!! Thanks for submitting and ask 😄

[zeldalizzy]

You probably get this alot but holy crap. When i saw your art on my dash i genuinely thought your account was Jojo's work.

You mimic the LU art style so well??? Holy crap?? Down to the sketchy style and soft linework-- thats impressive, genuinely. I also love your disney princess/Lu crossover work, its great.

I also noticed you've only done some LU work-- and none of the other fandoms you mentioned. Dont feel pressured to, but if you perhaps want to do fanart of Star Wars (maybe of Luke being silly, as hes always been a favorite of mine) or of something atla related?

Anywho, have a nice evening/afternoon/morning, and keep up the great work! (:

here you go anon!!! i hope you like it!! thanks so much for your fun request!! 😄

thank you also for you super kind words and for the compliment!! i look up to jojo so so so so much so the fact that you think i imitated her style well means the world to me!! 🩵🩵🩵

sorry it took me so long! life has been crazy, as life usually is lol. my older sister and i were genuinely obsessed with star wars all throughout elementary and middle school (she would always pretend to be padme and i would always be ashoka and we had lots of fun playing pretend together 😁)

anyways, i hope you have a wonderful day/night!!

[novaursa]

Hello:) I love your writing and I saw that you're still taking requests, so I wanted to ask if you'd be interested in writing about my idea??

So the whole idea is Cregan x wife!reader where (before her marriage) she was from a more southern house that's closer to Kings landing (Tyrell, Lannister etc. you can choose)

Now, the main plot is that she wants to help during the war, but she's not that good at fighting and also has no dragon. However, she wants to prove that she can help.

So she fakes/has a little argument with Cregan and then, after a cute goodbye, infiltrates the greens in Kings landing.

There, she acts as if she's no longer close to cregan because he is a black supporter and because of her previous house, she's a green loyalist (in reality, she's team black and a true lady stark)

While she's there, she infiltrates them and sneaks information to cregan and rhaenyra etc. While both of them (or at least cregan worry about her)

Larys and aemond are obvi kind of suspicious of her.

You can choose how you want this to end. If it's angsty because she gets caught or happy even though she got caught, or maybe she doesn't get caught at all. You can choose, with your writing, I'm sure you'll find a great solution:)

The whole scenario is inspired by "She Wolf" by shakira (I hope you know the song😅)

For the rating 16+/18+ depending on the violence/gore/sexual themes.

(Also I wanna thank you for actually considering and writing about my idea for your harwin story "chasing the inferno". I was the anon)

I hope the idea isn't too confusing. Have a great day :)

The Silent Game

- Summary: When your family took the side of King Aegon II, the usurper, you felt the need to support the rightful Queen and your husband, the Warden of the North. No matter the cost.

- Pairing: lannister!reader/Cregan Stark

- Note: For more of my works, visit my blog. The list is pinned to the top.

- Rating: Mature 16+

- Word count: 8 000+

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff

- A/N: I hope this is what you had in mind. 🙂 That idea you had (about Chasing the Inferno) was brilliant. And just what I needed to continue the plot, as my imagination was at the halt at that time. And I know that song. I was in my Shakira era when it came out. 😄

The North had always been a place of bold contrasts: the cold and the warmth, the silence and the howling winds, the dark nights and the flickering lights of Winterfell. You were still adjusting to these contrasts, even after months of marriage to Cregan Stark, the Warden of the North. Your union had been one of strategy, a lioness from the Westerlands joining forces with the wolves of the North. But in time, your marriage had grown into something deeper, something that transcended the cold calculations of politics.

Yet now, as the war between the Greens and the Blacks brewed, you found yourself increasingly restless. Winterfell felt like a prison, even with its ancient walls and the comforting presence of your husband. You longed to be more than just a silent supporter; you wanted to take action, to show Cregan that you were his equal in all things, that you could be the lioness who fought alongside the wolves.

But Cregan’s attention had shifted, as it often did with the coming of autumn. The Wall and its endless duty had consumed him, and the war in the south seemed a distant concern compared to the threats of the North. It was a reality you understood but did not accept. You needed to contribute, to show your devotion to him and his cause—Rhaenyra's cause.

Tonight, as you sat by the fire in your shared chambers, the flames casting long shadows across the stone walls, you decided to act. You would provoke Cregan, force him to send you away, to the very heart of the enemy’s territory—King’s Landing. There, you could serve as his eyes and ears, a lioness among snakes, sending back crucial information to the Black faction and to your beloved husband.

The plan was simple in theory, but your heart clenched at the thought of deceiving him, even if it was for a greater purpose. You had to make him believe that you no longer wished to stay in Winterfell, that you felt suffocated and out of place in the North. The thought of causing him pain was unbearable, but you knew it was necessary.

Cregan entered the chamber, his dark hair still damp from the cold air outside. His grey eyes softened when they met yours, and he offered you a small smile as he moved to sit beside you. His presence was comforting, a reminder of why you had fallen in love with him.

"You've been quiet tonight," he observed, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate with the very stones of Winterfell.

You looked into the fire, gathering your resolve. "I’ve been thinking, Cregan. About our place in this war."

He frowned slightly, not out of anger but concern. "Our place is here, in the North. The Wall needs me, and Winterfell needs its lady."

His words were reasonable, grounded in the reality of your lives, but they ignited the spark of frustration you needed to fuel the argument. "And what of the war in the South? What of Rhaenyra? Do we not owe her our loyalty? Our support?"

Cregan’s brow furrowed further as he regarded you. "We support her, but our duty is here. The North is vast and unpredictable; it cannot be neglected."

You stood up, letting your anger seep into your voice, even as it tore at your heart to speak such words. "I am a Lannister, Cregan! My brothers are in King’s Landing, one serving on the Small Council of the Greens. How can I sit here, idle, while they plot against Rhaenyra and our cause?"

Cregan stood as well, towering over you, his expression a mix of surprise and hurt. "You would leave Winterfell? Leave me?"

The pain in his voice nearly broke your resolve, but you pressed on, knowing this was the only way. "If it means contributing to this war, then yes! I am not some helpless maiden to be kept in the North while the world burns. I want to fight, to serve, to show that I am as much a Stark as I am a Lannister."

His eyes darkened, and for a moment, you feared you had gone too far. "You think I don't need you here? That I don’t want you by my side?"

You softened your tone, taking a step closer to him. "I know you do, Cregan. But I need to prove my worth, not just to you, but to myself. Send me south. Let me be your eyes and ears in King’s Landing. I can be of more use there than I am here."

He looked away, the muscles in his jaw tightening. You could see the conflict in his eyes, the battle between his desire to protect you and his understanding of the larger game at play.

"I cannot send you into the lion’s den, not when your brothers are part of it," he said finally, his voice strained.

You reached out, taking his hand in yours. "They are my brothers, yes, but they are also men who have chosen the wrong side. They may not trust me, but they will allow me close enough to gather information, to play the part of the loyal sister while serving Rhaenyra and you."

Cregan’s gaze returned to you, searching your face as if trying to find any hint of doubt. "This is dangerous. You know that."

"I do," you whispered. "But I am willing to take that risk for you, for our house, for our future."

He closed his eyes, his grip on your hand tightening. "You ask too much of me," he murmured. "But how can I deny you when you speak of duty and love in the same breath?"

You felt a tear slip down your cheek, quickly brushed away before he could see. "Then you will send me?"

Cregan opened his eyes, the decision made but the weight of it clear in his expression. "I will. But promise me, when this is done, you will return to me. I cannot lose you."

You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat. "I promise, Cregan. I will return."

He pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly as if afraid you would slip away then and there. You buried your face in his chest, inhaling his familiar scent, committing this moment to memory. 

When he released you, his expression was one of determination mixed with sorrow. "I’ll make the arrangements. You’ll leave within the week."

You nodded, unable to speak, your heart heavy with the knowledge of what you were about to do. But you reminded yourself of your purpose, of the love that drove you to this decision. You would prove your loyalty, your devotion, and your love for Cregan Stark, even if it meant walking into the lion’s den to do so.

The morning light filtered through the heavy curtains of your chamber, casting a muted glow over the room. The warmth of the fire had long since faded, leaving a chill in the air that seemed to seep into your very bones. You had spent the night sleepless, lying in the large bed you shared with Cregan, your mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. Today was the day you would leave Winterfell, your home, and your husband, to embark on a dangerous mission to the South.

The thought of leaving him, of being apart from the man you loved, filled you with a deep ache. But this was necessary. For Rhaenyra, for the Blacks, for Cregan. You had to believe that.

A soft knock at the door drew you from your thoughts. You sat up, wrapping your robe tightly around yourself as the door creaked open, revealing Cregan. His expression was a mixture of sadness and resolve, a reflection of your own emotions. He entered the room silently, closing the door behind him, and for a moment, you both just stood there, staring at each other.

"You’re leaving soon," he said quietly, his voice rough from the early hour.

You nodded, unable to find the words to respond. You knew that if you spoke, your voice would betray the turmoil inside you.

Cregan crossed the room to stand before you, his large hands gently cupping your face. His touch was warm, comforting, and you leaned into it, closing your eyes as you savored the moment.

"I wish there was another way," he murmured, his thumb brushing softly against your cheek. "I wish I could keep you here, safe, by my side."

You opened your eyes, meeting his gaze. "I know, Cregan. But this is what needs to be done. For Rhaenyra, for the North...for us."

His jaw clenched, and you could see the struggle in his eyes. "I hate that you have to do this, that I have to send you into danger."

You placed your hands over his, squeezing gently. "You’re not sending me into danger, Cregan. I’m choosing this. I want to help, to do my part. And I know you would do the same if our positions were reversed."

He pulled you into his arms then, holding you close against his chest. You could feel the steady beat of his heart, the rise and fall of his breath, and you closed your eyes, trying to memorize every detail of this moment. The thought of being without him, of not feeling his warmth beside you at night, was almost unbearable.

"You must be careful," he whispered into your hair, his voice thick with emotion. "Promise me you’ll stay safe, that you’ll come back to me."

You tightened your hold on him, pressing your face into the crook of his neck. "I promise, Cregan. I will return to you. I will always return to you."

He pulled back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes, his expression serious. "If you find yourself in danger, if things become too perilous, you must come back. The war, the cause—it’s not worth losing you."

Tears welled in your eyes, but you blinked them back, refusing to let them fall. You needed to be strong, for him, for both of you. "I will be careful, I swear it."

Cregan leaned down, capturing your lips in a tender, lingering kiss. It was a kiss full of love, of longing, of a desire to hold on to this moment for as long as possible. You returned it with equal fervor, pouring all your emotions into that kiss, as if it was the last one you would ever share.

When he finally pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, his breath warm against your skin. "I love you," he whispered, the words carrying the weight of all the things he couldn’t say.

"I love you too," you replied, your voice barely more than a breath.

The two of you stood there for what felt like an eternity, holding each other, neither wanting to let go. But eventually, you knew the time had come. You stepped back, breaking the embrace, and Cregan’s hand lingered on yours as you moved away.

"I’ll be waiting for you," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "Winterfell will be waiting for you."

You nodded, unable to speak, your heart heavy with the knowledge that this might be the last time you saw him for a long while. But you had to stay strong, for both of you.

Cregan escorted you to the courtyard, where a horse had been prepared for your journey. The Northern wind whipped around you, biting at your exposed skin, but you barely felt it. All your focus was on Cregan, on the way his hand gripped yours, as if afraid to let go.

As you approached the horse, Cregan helped you mount, his hands lingering on your waist, his touch warm even through the thick layers of your clothing. Once you were settled, he stepped back, his eyes never leaving yours.

"You’ll have a small escort until you pass the Twins, just enough to keep you safe without drawing too much attention," he said, his voice steady despite the emotion in his eyes. "I trust you, my love. I trust you to do what needs to be done."

You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat. "And I trust you, Cregan. I will send word as often as I can."

He gave a small, tight smile. "I’ll be waiting for your letters, but more than that, I’ll be waiting for you to return."

You looked down at him, your heart breaking at the thought of leaving him behind. But you steeled yourself, knowing that this was the path you had chosen.

"I will come back to you, Cregan," you promised, your voice firm. "No matter what happens, I will return."

He reached up, his hand brushing against your cheek one last time. "Goodbye, my lioness. Until we meet again."

With a final nod, you urged the horse forward, the sound of hooves on the stone courtyard echoing in your ears. You didn’t look back, knowing that if you did, you might lose the resolve to go through with this. Instead, you focused on the path ahead, on the journey south, on the mission that awaited you.

But as Winterfell disappeared behind you, you couldn’t shake the feeling that a part of you was being left behind, with the man you loved.

The towering walls of the Red Keep loomed ahead as your carriage (courtesy of Lady Frey when you rested in the Twins) rolled through the gates of King’s Landing. The familiar, oppressive weight of the capital settled on your shoulders the moment you crossed into the city. You had grown up in these streets, and while the grandeur of the Lannister seat at Casterly Rock had always called you home, there was something about the Red Keep that felt equally like a gilded cage and a battlefield. You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for what lay ahead.

The journey south had been long and grueling, but that was nothing compared to the task you now faced. You had to convince your brother, Tyland, that your presence here was born out of desperation and exile, not strategy and loyalty to Rhaenyra. Every word, every gesture would need to be calculated, yet natural, to ensure he believed you were truly the sister he thought he knew.

The carriage came to a halt, and before you could fully prepare yourself, the door was pulled open by a Lannister guard. You stepped down, your legs stiff from the journey, and barely had time to straighten your skirts before you saw him—Tyland, rushing down the steps of the Keep, his face etched with worry.

"Sister!" His voice was strained with concern, and he reached you in a few quick strides, enveloping you in a tight embrace.

For a moment, you allowed yourself to melt into his embrace. It had been years since you’d last seen Tyland, and despite everything, despite the sides you had chosen, he was still your brother. The scent of his familiar cologne brought back memories of a simpler time, before the realm had been torn apart by dragons and treachery.

"Tyland," you breathed, your voice trembling as you wrapped your arms around him, drawing on the emotions you needed to sell your story. "I didn’t think I’d ever see you again."

He pulled back slightly, his hands resting on your shoulders as he scanned your face, searching for any signs of harm or distress. "What happened? Why are you here? Why are you alone?" The questions came in a rapid, breathless stream, his eyes wide with worry.

You looked down, feigning shame and sorrow, before meeting his gaze with a carefully crafted expression of despair. "Cregan found out about our family’s support for King Aegon. He was furious, Tyland. He said he couldn’t have a Lannister—a traitor, he called me—living in his house. He… he exiled me. Sent me away with nothing but a few guards and this carriage. I had nowhere else to go."

Tyland’s face darkened with anger, his grip on your shoulders tightening. "That bloody Northern savage," he spat, his voice low and dangerous. "How dare he treat you like this? How dare he?"

You shook your head, tears welling in your eyes as you allowed yourself to lean into the role you had to play. "He said he never wanted to see me again, that I was nothing but a stain on his honor. I begged him to reconsider, but he was adamant. I had no choice but to come here, to you."

Tyland’s expression softened, his anger giving way to concern as he pulled you into another embrace. "You’re safe now," he murmured against your hair. "You’re with your family, where you belong. We’ll protect you, I promise."

You nodded, clinging to him as if for dear life, even as your mind raced with the lies you had spun. "I was so afraid, Tyland. I thought he might… I thought he might harm me. The way he looked at me…"

Tyland pulled back, his eyes fierce with a protective fury you hadn’t seen in him before. "He’ll pay for this, I swear it. But you’re safe now. I’ll make sure of it."

You allowed yourself to sag against him, letting out a shuddering breath as you feigned relief. "Thank you," you whispered, your voice shaking. "I didn’t know where else to turn."

He stroked your hair gently, guiding you back towards the Red Keep. "You did the right thing, coming here. The war… it’s tearing everything apart, but you’re safe with us now. We’ll figure out what to do next."

You let him lead you inside, your heart pounding with the fear that he might see through your act. But Tyland was focused on comforting you, on reassuring you that you were home now, that you were safe. The gods old and new were merciful, it seemed, as he didn’t question your story, didn’t probe deeper into your supposed exile.

As you walked through the familiar halls of the Red Keep, Tyland kept a protective arm around you, guiding you towards the chambers that had been hastily prepared for you. His anger at Cregan, his love for you, were palpable, and you leaned into that, praying silently that you could maintain this charade.

When you reached your chambers, Tyland dismissed the servants, wanting a private moment with you. He led you to a chair by the fire, urging you to sit, and then knelt before you, taking your hands in his. "You don’t have to be afraid anymore. We’ll protect you. The Greens will win this war, and when they do, you’ll be safe, and you’ll have your place in the new order."

You nodded, your eyes fixed on his as you forced yourself to believe in the role you were playing. "I just want to do what’s right, Tyland. I want to support our family, to do whatever I can to help."

He smiled, a hint of the boy you once knew shining through the hard exterior he had built over the years. "And you will, sister. You will. We’ll make sure of it."

As he stood to leave, you squeezed his hand, forcing yourself to look vulnerable, desperate for his protection. "Please… don’t let anyone else know what happened. I don’t want to be seen as a failure, as someone who couldn’t hold onto their marriage."

Tyland nodded, his expression serious. "Of course. We’ll keep this between us. No one will think less of you for what that Northern brute did. You’re a Lannister, and you’re my sister. That’s all that matters."

You nodded, offering him a weak smile as he left the room, closing the door softly behind him. The moment he was gone, you allowed yourself to collapse into the chair, your hands shaking with the weight of the deception you had just woven.

The Red Keep was your tie to home, but now it was a den of enemies, a place where every word, every action, could spell disaster if you were not careful. You prayed to the gods old and new, begging them for strength, for cunning, for the ability to play this dangerous game.

You had convinced Tyland, but there were many others who would not be so easily swayed. You had to be vigilant, careful, and above all, you had to keep Cregan in your heart. You would send him word when you could, slip information back to him and to Rhaenyra. But for now, you had to be the lioness among lions, playing your part in this deadly dance.

And all the while, you prayed that Tyland, or anyone else, would never see through the mask you had so carefully donned.

The grand halls of the Red Keep were as cold and imposing as ever, despite the ornate tapestries and blazing hearths that lined the corridors. You had grown accustomed to the hollow echo of your footsteps as you navigated this labyrinth of stone and secrets, but today, the weight of your task felt heavier than ever. The shadows seemed to cling to you, whispering of the dangers that lurked behind every corner.

In the privacy of your chambers, the faint scent of burning parchment still lingered in the air. You had just destroyed a letter—one that had arrived under the cover of darkness, smuggled into your hands by a loyal servant of the North. The letter had been from Cregan, your heart's anchor in this sea of deception.

You could still feel the warmth of his words lingering in your chest, a reminder of the love that bound you to him, even across the distance. He had written of his worry for you, of the nights he spent staring out over the frozen landscape of the North, wishing you were there beside him. He thanked you for your courage, for the sacrifices you were making, even as he admitted how much it pained him to have sent you away. His words were full of love, but also fear—a fear that you would be caught, that the game you were playing would turn deadly.

My brave lioness, he had written, I know the strength you carry within you, but I cannot help but worry for your safety. Every day, I pray to the old gods to watch over you, to keep you safe in the den of our enemies. You are my heart, my soul, and I am so proud of what you are doing, even though it tears at me to think of you so far away. Return to me, my love, when this is all over. Until then, be careful, and know that my thoughts are with you always.

You had read the letter several times, allowing yourself a few moments of vulnerability as you traced the familiar curves of his handwriting. But you knew that every word was dangerous, that keeping such a letter would be a risk you couldn’t afford to take. So, with a heavy heart, you had burned it, watching as the flames consumed the last tangible connection to your husband.

Now, as you walked through the Red Keep, you carried the memory of that letter with you, tucked away in the deepest part of your heart. You had to be careful, more so than ever before. The walls had ears, and the slightest misstep could unravel everything.

As you rounded a corner, heading towards the private dining chamber where you were to meet Tyland for dinner, you caught the tail end of a conversation that sent a chill down your spine.

Aemond Targaryen’s voice, sharp and filled with frustration, echoed down the hallway. "It’s impossible that Rhaenyra could have known about the ships. Someone must have tipped her off. The fleet from the Free Cities was our best chance to cut off her supply lines at the Gullet!"

You slowed your pace, your heart beginning to race as you listened. Larys Strong’s voice, oily and calm, responded in a tone that made your skin crawl. "It is troubling, my prince. We must consider that there may be a leak within our ranks, someone feeding information to the Blacks. We cannot afford any more missteps."

Your breath caught in your throat as you realized the gravity of their conversation. Rhaenyra had been warned about the ships—a piece of information you had managed to send north discreetly through one of your own messages. If they suspected a spy in their midst, it would only be a matter of time before they began to scrutinize everyone, including you.

As you continued down the hallway, forcing yourself to remain calm, you felt a pair of eyes on you. You turned your head slightly and saw Aemond and Larys watching you from the shadows. Aemond’s single eye glinted in the dim light, his gaze sharp and assessing. Larys’s expression was unreadable, but his presence alone was enough to set your nerves on edge.

You met their gazes briefly, offering a small, polite nod as if nothing was amiss, before continuing on your way. The chill that ran down your spine was unlike anything you had felt before, a cold, creeping fear that settled deep in your bones. They had seen you, and you could only pray that they did not suspect you of anything more than passing by.

As soon as you were out of their sight, you quickened your pace, eager to reach the safety of your brother’s chambers. Your heart pounded in your chest, but you forced yourself to maintain a composed exterior. You couldn’t afford to show any sign of fear or guilt—especially not now.

When you finally reached the private dining chamber, you found Tyland already seated at the table, a glass of wine in hand. He looked up as you entered, his expression softening into a smile.

"Sister," he greeted, rising to embrace you. "You look troubled. Is everything all right?"

You returned his embrace, taking comfort in the familiar scent of your brother, but the tension in your shoulders refused to ease. "I’m just tired," you lied smoothly, offering him a weary smile. "The journey was long, and the atmosphere here… it’s oppressive and difficult to adjust in a few months."

Tyland nodded, leading you to the table where a simple but elegant meal had been laid out. "The war weighs heavily on all of us," he said, pouring you a glass of wine. "But you’re safe here, with family."

You accepted the wine, taking a small sip as you tried to push the encounter with Aemond and Larys from your mind. But the memory of their scrutiny lingered, a constant reminder of the precarious position you were in.

As the meal progressed, you made light conversation with Tyland, discussing family matters and memories of your childhood at Casterly Rock. He seemed genuinely pleased to have you back in his life, and his presence was a balm to your frayed nerves. But even as you laughed at his stories and shared in his plans for the future, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were walking on a knife’s edge.

Every word you spoke, every gesture you made, was calculated to keep up the facade. Tyland must not suspect anything—nor could anyone else. You were playing a dangerous game, and the stakes were higher than ever.

As the night wore on, you excused yourself, claiming fatigue from the journey, and Tyland kissed your cheek warmly before you left. "Rest well, sister," he said, his voice filled with affection. "We’ll speak more in the morning."

You nodded, offering him a final smile before retreating to your chambers. Once inside, you closed the door and leaned against it, letting out a shaky breath. You had made it through another day, but the fear remained, gnawing at your resolve.

You crossed the room and knelt by the hearth, staring into the dying embers of the fire. Closing your eyes, you whispered a prayer to the gods old and new, asking for their protection, their guidance. You needed every ounce of strength and cunning to survive this—to complete your mission and return to Cregan’s arms.

As the night deepened, you crawled into bed, but sleep eluded you. Instead, you lay awake, staring at the ceiling, the weight of your deception pressing down on you like a heavy cloak. The memory of Cregan’s letter played over in your mind, a reminder of why you were doing this, of who you were doing it for.

No matter the danger, no matter the fear, you would see this through. For Rhaenyra, for the North, and for the love you carried for the man waiting for you in Winterfell.

But as you drifted into an uneasy sleep, you couldn’t help but wonder how much longer you could keep the truth hidden, how much longer you could play this deadly game before someone discovered the lioness in their midst was indeed a wolf.

The skies above King’s Landing were thick with the smoke of burning ships, the sound of clashing swords and the cries of the wounded echoing through the streets. The city had fallen, its walls breached by Rhaenyra's forces, and now the Blacks had taken control of the capital. The Red Keep, once a symbol of power and authority under the Greens, had become a battlefield, its halls filled with the triumphant and the defeated.

You stood in the throne room, surrounded by the black and red banners of House Targaryen, your heart heavy with a mixture of relief and dread. The mission you had embarked upon months ago had finally reached its conclusion. You had done what you had set out to do—played your part in the fall of the Greens from within their own stronghold. But the price of your success now weighed heavily on your soul.

At the far end of the hall, Rhaenyra Targaryen sat on the Iron Throne, her dark hair cascading down her back, her gaze as fierce as the dragons she commanded. Daemon stood beside her, his presence as menacing as ever, his eyes glittering with the thrill of victory. The throne room was filled with the murmurs of courtiers and soldiers alike, all of them awaiting the queen’s judgment on those who had opposed her.

As you approached the throne, your heart pounded in your chest, knowing what was about to happen, dreading it. Tyland had been captured along with the other members of the Green council, and now they awaited their fates. You had pleaded with the guards to see your brother, to speak to him, but they had refused. You had been kept away from him, kept in the dark until this moment.

"Your Grace," you said, your voice steady despite the storm raging inside you as you curtsied before Rhaenyra. "King’s Landing is yours, and the Greens have been defeated. I am at your service, as always."

Rhaenyra’s gaze softened slightly as she looked down at you, a rare moment of warmth in the midst of the chaos. "You have done much for our cause, my lady. Your loyalty and bravery have not gone unnoticed. It is thanks to your efforts that we were able to anticipate their moves, to strike where they were weakest. For that, you have my gratitude."

You bowed your head, accepting her praise, but the words felt hollow. Gratitude could not ease the tension that coiled in your gut, the fear that gripped your heart as you awaited her next words.

Rhaenyra’s gaze hardened again as she turned her attention to the prisoners being brought before her, shackled and defeated. Among them was your brother, Tyland, his face pale but his expression resolute. He had always been a proud man, and even now, in chains, he refused to show fear.

"Tyland Lannister," Rhaenyra’s voice rang out, echoing through the throne room, "you stand accused of treason against the rightful queen of the Seven Kingdoms. You served the usurper Aegon and conspired to destroy House Targaryen. For your crimes, there can be but one punishment."

You felt the blood drain from your face as the words you had feared most were spoken. "No," you whispered, barely audible, before finding your voice and stepping forward, your heart in your throat. "Your Grace, please, I beg you to spare him."

The entire hall seemed to hold its breath as you spoke, all eyes turning to you. Rhaenyra’s gaze was sharp, questioning. "He is a traitor, my lady. His actions led to the deaths of many, and he must answer for them."

You sank to your knees, desperation in your voice as you pleaded for your brother’s life. "He is my brother, Your Grace. He may have been misguided, but he did what he believed was right, just as we all have. I know his loyalty was to the wrong cause, but I beg you to show mercy. Let him live, and I swear he will never pose a threat to you again. He is all I have left of my family."

Tyland’s eyes met yours, and for the first time since you had reunited in King’s Landing, you saw something break in his stern facade. The love and concern in his gaze were unmistakable, and you felt your heart wrench as you saw your brother—the man who had always protected you, who had stood by you when no one else did—now reduced to this.

Rhaenyra’s expression remained impassive, but you could see the conflict in her eyes. She was a queen, but she was also a mother, a sister. She knew what it was to love and to lose, to be torn between duty and family.

"You ask much of me, my lady," Rhaenyra said slowly, her voice measured. "Tyland Lannister’s hands are stained with the blood of my loyal followers. Mercy for him could be seen as weakness, a precedent that might encourage others to rise against me."

Daemon’s gaze flickered to you, then to Tyland, and back to Rhaenyra. His voice, when he spoke, was cold and calculating. "Mercy is a luxury we cannot afford in these times, Rhaenyra. Traitors must be dealt with swiftly, without exception."

Tears blurred your vision, but you refused to let them fall. You couldn’t afford to be weak now, not when your brother’s life hung in the balance. "Please, Your Grace," you implored, "I will do anything you ask of me. Anything. Just spare him. I will leave the capital, return to the North, or anywhere else you command. I will serve you however you wish, but please, do not take him from me."

The silence that followed your plea was deafening. Rhaenyra looked at you, truly looked at you, and you could see the wheels turning in her mind, weighing your words, considering the options. You held your breath, praying that the love you had for your brother, and the service you had given to her cause, would be enough to sway her.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Rhaenyra spoke. "Tyland Lannister has committed grave crimes against the realm, crimes that warrant death. But in recognition of the service you have rendered to my cause, I will grant him his life." 

A gasp of relief escaped your lips, and you bowed your head in gratitude, tears now streaming down your face. "Thank you, Your Grace. Thank you."

"But know this," Rhaenyra continued, her voice stern and unwavering. "He will live, but his life will be one of exile and dishonor. He will be stripped of his titles and lands, and he will be sent to the Wall. He will live out his days in the service of the Night’s Watch, far from here. He will never again set foot in the South."

You nodded, unable to speak, overwhelmed with a mix of relief and sorrow. It was a harsh sentence, but it was life. Tyland would live, and for that, you were endlessly grateful.

Tyland was led away, his eyes lingering on you until he disappeared from view. You rose to your feet, still trembling, and Rhaenyra gestured for you to approach the throne. 

"You have done much for me, and for that, you have my thanks," she said quietly, so only you could hear. "But remember, this mercy I have granted comes with a cost. Loyalty must be earned and maintained. See to it that you do not waver."

You met her gaze, understanding the weight of her words. "I will not forget, Your Grace."

With that, you turned and left the throne room, your heart heavy but filled with a sense of purpose. Tyland would live, and that was more than you had dared to hope for. But the road ahead would be long and treacherous, for both of you. You had made sacrifices, and you would have to make more. But as long as you could keep the people you loved safe, it would all be worth it.

As you walked through the halls of the Red Keep, the echoes of your footsteps accompanied by the distant sounds of a city under new rule, you prayed once more to the gods old and new. You had survived this day, but there would be many more challenges ahead. And through it all, you would need to stay strong, for yourself, for your brother, and for the North that still awaited your return.

The road to the North was long and arduous, the chill of autumn creeping steadily into the bones of everyone who traveled it. The once green fields had turned to barren landscapes, the sky a constant blanket of grey. You sat in the carriage, wrapped in furs, the bitter cold seeping through the heavy fabric. Beside you, Tyland sat quietly, his expression unreadable as he stared out the window at the bleak countryside.

The silence between you had stretched on for days, the weight of everything that had happened in King’s Landing hanging heavy in the air. You had saved his life, but at a cost. Tyland had lost everything—his titles, his lands, his place in the South. And now, he was being sent to the Wall, to a life of exile and duty in the farthest reaches of the realm. You knew he struggled with the reality of his new fate, and the words he had not yet spoken weighed on your heart.

As the carriage rumbled along the rough road, you finally mustered the courage to speak, breaking the silence that had settled between you like a shroud. "Tyland," you began, your voice soft but steady, "I know this is not the life you envisioned for yourself. I’m sorry for what has happened, for the choices that led us here."

Tyland turned his gaze from the window to you, his eyes searching your face for a moment before he sighed, a heavy sound filled with all the emotions he had kept bottled up. "You did what you thought was right," he said finally, his voice tinged with bitterness but also a hint of resignation. "You always were the clever one, the one who saw the bigger picture. But I can’t say I’m not angry, or that I’m not filled with regret."

You nodded, understanding his feelings all too well. "I had to make a choice, Tyland. I couldn’t let you die, not when there was another way. But I know the Wall is not what you wanted, and for that, I am sorry."

He leaned back against the cushioned seat, rubbing a hand over his face as if trying to wipe away the weariness of the past few months. "The Wall," he muttered, almost to himself. "It’s a place for criminals, for bastards, for those who have nothing left to lose. And now I am one of them."

"But you’re alive," you said gently, reaching out to take his hand in yours. "And you’re still a Lannister, no matter where you go. The North may be harsh, but there is honor in serving at the Wall, especially now that winter is coming. The realm will need men like you, strong and capable, to defend it."

Tyland looked at your hand in his, then back at you, a shadow of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "You always did have a way of making the worst situations seem bearable. I suppose that’s why you’re still alive, too."

You smiled back, though it didn’t quite reach your eyes. "We do what we must to survive, Tyland. But that doesn’t mean we have to face it alone."

The rest of the journey was spent in a tentative peace, the bond between you and Tyland slowly beginning to heal, though it would never be the same. He had accepted his fate, though with a heavy heart, and you had accepted the burden of knowing that your actions had brought him to this point. But as the carriage drew closer to Winterfell, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief.

When Winterfell finally came into view, its ancient walls standing tall against the sky, you felt a wave of emotion wash over you. This was home now, the place where you had found love and purpose, and where you would begin the next chapter of your life. As the carriage rolled through the gates, you could see the figures waiting in the courtyard—Cregan among them, his tall, broad-shouldered form unmistakable.

The carriage came to a stop, and before you could even step out, Cregan was there, pulling the door open and helping you down. His hands were warm, his touch grounding you as he pulled you into a tight embrace. You buried your face in his chest, breathing in the familiar scent of pine and cold air that clung to him.

"I missed you," you whispered, your voice muffled against his furs.

"And I you," he replied, his voice thick with emotion as he held you close. "Every day, every night, I thought of you. But now you’re here, and that’s all that matters."

You pulled back slightly, just enough to look up into his eyes. "I brought Tyland with me. Rhaenyra spared his life, but she sent him to the Wall."

Cregan’s gaze shifted to where Tyland was stepping out of the carriage, his expression unreadable. He nodded in acknowledgment, though there was no warmth in his eyes. "Lord Lannister," he greeted, his tone respectful but formal.

Tyland straightened, meeting Cregan’s gaze with a mixture of pride and resignation. "Lord Stark," he replied, bowing his head slightly. "I’m here to serve, as ordered."

Cregan studied him for a moment, then nodded. "The Wall is not a punishment, Tyland, but an honor. The Night’s Watch may be seen as a place for those with no other options, but the truth is, it’s a place for men who understand the weight of duty. The realm needs protectors, especially now, with winter coming. You will find purpose there, and in time, perhaps even a sense of belonging."

Tyland’s eyes flickered with something unreadable, but he nodded in agreement. "I will do my duty," he said quietly, his voice carrying a note of determination. "If this is my fate, then I will embrace it."

Cregan’s expression softened slightly, and he extended his hand to Tyland. "Then you have my respect, and the respect of the North. You are welcome in Winterfell until you take the black."

Tyland accepted the handshake, and for a moment, the two men stood in silent understanding. You felt a sense of relief wash over you—there was no animosity here, only a shared understanding of the burdens they both carried.

As the three of you made your way inside Winterfell, the warmth of the great hall enveloped you, the familiar scents of wood smoke and roasted meat filling the air. You felt a sense of peace settling over you, knowing that you had done what you could to protect your family, and that here, in the North, you would find the strength to face whatever came next.

That evening, you and Cregan sat together by the fire, the weight of the past few months slowly lifting as you shared stories of what had transpired. Tyland joined you, his demeanor more relaxed than it had been since his capture. The three of you spoke of the future, of the challenges that lay ahead, but also of the hope that lingered just beyond the horizon.

As the fire crackled and the shadows danced on the stone walls, you felt a deep sense of contentment. The North was harsh and unforgiving, but it was also a place of honor, of loyalty, and of love.

The warmth of the fire had long since faded, leaving only the soft glow of embers to illuminate the room. The heavy furs that covered the bed provided a cocoon of warmth, sheltering you from the cold that seeped in through the stone walls of Winterfell. Outside, the wind howled, a reminder of the harshness of the North, but here, in Cregan’s arms, you felt only the warmth of his body against yours.

The two of you lay entwined beneath the blankets, your skin still tingling from the intensity of your lovemaking. It had been so long since you had been together like this, since you had felt the press of his body against yours, the way his hands knew every curve and hollow of your form. You had missed this—missed him—with an ache that had grown unbearable during your time apart.

Cregan’s fingers traced lazy patterns along your spine, his touch light but possessive, as if he was reminding himself that you were truly here, that you were his once more. You pressed closer to him, your head resting on his broad chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear. It was a sound that had become your anchor, a reminder that you were home.

"You’re quiet," Cregan murmured, his voice rough with the remnants of sleep. His hand slid up to cup the back of your neck, his thumb brushing gently against your skin. "What’s on your mind, my love?"

You closed your eyes, savoring the warmth of his touch, the safety of his embrace. "I’m just… grateful," you whispered, your voice barely more than a breath. "Grateful to be here, with you. I missed this, missed us."

Cregan shifted slightly, rolling onto his side so that he could face you, his dark eyes searching yours in the dim light. "I missed you too," he said, his voice low and full of emotion. "Every day you were gone, I thought of you. Wondered if you were safe, if you were thinking of me as much as I was thinking of you."

You reached up, your fingers brushing the stubble on his jaw, feeling the roughness beneath your fingertips. "You were always on my mind," you confessed, your voice trembling slightly with the weight of your emotions. "There were times I didn’t know if I’d make it back, but the thought of you, of us… it kept me going."

His expression softened, and he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment. "You’re here now," he whispered against your skin. "And I won’t let anything take you away from me again."

You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer, needing the reassurance of his presence. "I don’t want to be apart from you ever again," you said, your voice fierce with determination. "I’ll do whatever it takes to stay here, with you, in the North. This is where I belong, where we belong."

Cregan’s hand moved to cradle your face, his thumb brushing away a stray tear that had slipped down your cheek. "You’re my wife, my love," he said, his voice steady and sure. "Nothing will keep us apart again. We’ve been through too much, and we’re stronger for it. This is our home now, and we’ll face whatever comes together."

You nodded, feeling a sense of peace settle over you. It was true—together, you could face anything. The challenges you had overcome, the dangers you had braved, had only strengthened the bond between you. And now, here in the safety of Winterfell, in the warmth of Cregan’s arms, you knew that you could finally allow yourself to rest, to trust that you were where you were meant to be.

Cregan’s lips found yours again, the kiss slow and tender, full of the love and longing that had built up during your time apart. You melted into him, your fingers tangling in his hair as you deepened the kiss, wanting to lose yourself in the warmth and comfort of his embrace.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and flushed, you rested your forehead against his, your eyes closed as you savored the closeness between you. "I love you," you whispered, the words slipping out as naturally as a breath.

"I love you too," Cregan replied, his voice rough with emotion. "More than anything. More than the North, more than duty, more than life itself."

You smiled, feeling the truth of his words settle deep within your heart. There was nothing more important than this, than the love you shared, the life you were building together. And after everything you had been through, you knew that you were ready to face whatever the future held, as long as you had him by your side.

The two of you lay together in silence for a while, simply enjoying the warmth of each other’s presence, the quiet intimacy that had been so hard-won. The world outside might be harsh and unforgiving, but here, in this moment, you were safe. You were loved.

As you drifted off to sleep, your head resting on Cregan’s chest once more, you knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, you would face them with the strength of the North in your veins and the love of your husband in your heart. And that, you knew, would be enough.

[meiiuka]

Hii could I request Kokichi and Shuichi with an s/o that sends them cute animals videos. Also I love your work

thank you anon 💗 kokichi and shuichi with an s/o who sends them cute animal videos:

category: headcanons, x reader, fluff

Kokichi Ouma:

• this guy reacts to every reel and video you send him with SEVERAL comments. he has something to say about all of it • usually he's commenting things like "lol dumbass" on the ones of cute animals stumbling • after you send him so many animal videos on instagram he starts to get them on his feed too (which he then, spam-sends to you) • you show him one cute animal video and bam... 99+ notifications in the span of one hour, all from kokichi • it's become a love language to exchange these between the two of you. he's very aware of how much you like to send them to him, so he thinks it'll make you happy to reciprocate • "you're too late. i've already seen this video on my page! find me a unique one." • you honestly don't even know how he has the time to send these all to you. you know he's out doing other things and how he has obligations. how does he do it??? • "i like this one. hehehehe ♥" Shuichi Saihara:

• he has the tendency to not check his phone for long periods of time, but when he finally does, he's attentive to your messages • "hey, that's pretty cute 😄" • he likes cats more than dogs, but no matter what you send him, he still reacts positively • he makes very observational comments about everything in the animal videos you send him. there's a dog in the video and he's busy talking about what's playing on the tv in the background • shuichi doesn't really go out of his way to find animal videos, but it'll remind him of you when he sees one occasionally. and he'll tell you about it • "the other day, i saw this video of a puppy and thought of you. i think those reels you send me are starting to infiltrate my mind." • whenever you two see animals outside together, he points and taps your shoulder, exclaiming "look, look! just like that one video you sent me, isn't it?"

[quietplace26]

Hello, hello! 👋

Was stopping to ask you opinion on something I just read. So I found this self aware post, where reader is like a descent of some big creator and is chosen to to run 3 worlds, Genshin, HSR, zzz, but because someone had been a Creator before them, EVERYONE is afraid of reader.

So, I wanted to hear your take on it. How would a MC of yours react to this sad situation where characters you love absolutely either despised you or fear you.

Thanks again for listening! Bye!!! 👋

Hello to you as well, anon! And what an interesting question, as I'm pretty sure I read this post recently???

It's this >one<, right? It's from @selfaware-promise-au.

So, looking at the original idea, I picture a scenario where despite MC's positively that they could make things right and be the best Creator for the worlds they held dearly... they were at their core, still human. And all this negativity, the glares, the mistrust, hell they might even be touched starved by this point, but it becomes too much for them to handle both mentally and physically. They just can't. It's... It's just too lonely and miserable...

So, saying this, I imagine MC calling for the deities that gave them this position and request that they take them home and that they find a new Creator because they were DONE.

And without so much as a glance back at the now shocked characters that MC once held close to their heart, the same characters that acted so afraid and disgusted of them, MC walks through the portal and they return home.

After this I imagine the deities bringing a new descendant in and it only takes a day before all 3 worlds realize how different this new God was compared to MC... and they all realize they want MC back.

(Note, the original owner might have a completely different idea than what I just said to continue their idea in the future, so don't take my words seriously. It's just my take on the post.)

(Ps, @selfaware-promise-au, if you're reading this, you're brilliant. I love your original idea and all the other self-aware stuff you post. 😄)

[dekariosclan]

Just a silly question if no one has asked yet! How would Gale celebrate GN Tav's birthday? Thanks!

Well Anon, I can attempt to describe the lengths that Gale “Grand Gestures” Dekarios goes to when celebrating his beloved’s day of birth, but I don’t know if I can do it justice.

You see, in Gale’s humble opinion, Tav’s birthday is more sacred than any religious holiday. It’s the day that the world was blessed with a soul brighter and more beautiful than any star in the heavens. It’s the day that the other half of his heart came into existence.

So now, every year, it’s a day where Gale is hell-bent on making his adoration for Tav known—regardless of any city safety regulations, noise ordinances, or even his own HOA’s restrictions on ‘large fireworks displays or other nonsense originating from a certain wizard’s tower.’

He simply pays them no heed—because pish-posh, everything he’s doing is an illusion! There’s no cause for alarm when it’s all an illusion! The flying dragons carrying heart-shaped banners, the ships carrying giant birthday cakes, the stars spelling out ‘I love you,’ the ferocious lovemaking with multiple copies of himself pleasuring Tav on the balcony all just an illusion! So what if it all happens to be viewable city-wide?!

(If and when there are complaints, Gale’s simulacrum will dutifully be sent off to city hall to beg forgiveness and cheerfully reassure the council that It Will Not Happen Again 😄😄😄!)

Of course there’s also the lavish gifts from Gale, the sumptuous dinner, even more lovemaking on the balcony, but I truly cannot do it all justice via words alone. Just trust me when I say that Tav has never felt more loved and cherished than when their wizard wakes them up with a gentle kiss on their birthday.

Which, by the way, goes something like this:

Gale: *kissing Tav’s hand* Good morning, my love. It’s your birthday!

Tav: *pulling Gale into a hug* It’s my birthday!

Every other citizen in Waterdeep *suddenly waking up to the booming sounds of 1000 illusory fireworks*:

OH GODS OH F*CK IT’S TAV’S BIRTHDAY

[exaltedfuzz]

Your art reminds me of peanuts (the comic not the legume) (I super love the comic) (although I do love the legume as well)

Keep it up pal good job 😄😄

Thanks Anon! Really cool to hear that! I've been inspired by a lot of different things, and Peanuts is for sure one of them.

Here's an Ema especially for you.

[pomefioredove]

HELLO DOVE!!! This is the tired anon from the other day I’m not tired anymore lmao 😄❤️

If you’re still doing requests for your event, could do you Trey with "Are you cake? 'Cause I want a piece of that”? Hehe 💕 I love all the fics you’ve written for the event!!

one more trey one!! I got u

summary: "are you cake? cause I want a piece of that" type of post: short fic characters: trey additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is not specified to be yuu

"That line was the worst one yet," Ace grimaces.

The expression on his face really says it all.

Trey sighs, slumping against the lounge couch. Hours of practice, and he has nothing to show for it.

"C'mon, chin up!" Cater says, scrolling through another list of pick-up lines. "I know you've got it in you. You're just nervous."

Ace snickers, and Deuce elbows him in the ribs.

"I still don't see what was wrong with my suggestion," Riddle mutters into his cup of tea.

"Your suggestion was about two hundreds years outdated,"

"Floriography is a practical and subtle approach to courtship!"

Trey sighs. Not a single one of his dormmates seems to know a thing about dating, let alone flirting. This is hopeless.

He'll never have the guts to approach you like this.

Luckily (or unluckily), he doesn't have to.

The sound of footsteps pulls everyone's attentions to the doorway. Even Riddle stops, mid-argument, to sit back down like a proper gentleman.

"They're here," Cater says. "Good luck, buddy."

"What?" Trey hisses back, but it's too late. The rest of the dorm ups and leaves, taking their quiet bickering with them.

Then, it's just you. "Hey. Ace said there was an emergency,"

Trey sighs. Of course. He should have expected something like this...

"No, no emergency. They just... got over-excited,"

Sure. We'll go with that. Oh, just kill him now.

"Oh. Then... should I...?" you ask, pointing toward the door.

A sharp, fast rush of adrenaline forces Trey to sit back up. This is his chance- as much as he hates to admit it. If not now, then when?

"W-wait," he says. "...Are you cake? ...'Cause I want a piece of that."

Why did that have to be the only line he remembered?

And, more importantly, why did he go with it?

You stare. Trey stares back. He'll never understand how you manage to make him so nervous and unsure of himself, but he's suddenly mortified.

Then, much to his relief, you giggle.

"Oh, I'm sorry, that was just..." You sigh. "Please tell me you use baking-themed ones all the time?"

Trey shakes his head. "...No. Just for you,"

"I'm flattered, then,"

Thank the Sevens. He'll have to thank Cater for that line after you leave... and possibly get Ace back for pulling this in the first place.

He clears his throat, feeling a little more comfortable now that he's sure you are, as well.

"I mean... we actually do have cake... if you'd like some,"

You smile. "...Yeah, sure, I'd like that,"

[johnwickb1tsch]

You guyyyyyyyyssssssss!!!

I just want to thank all of you for such an amazing year. You’ve ALL been such a bright spot in my day to day. Whether we talk about Keke on an everyday basis or even if we’ve never talked and I just see you in my notes all the time, I want you to know that you mean a lot to me. I love our little community here. Thank you for reading my fics. Thank you for putting up with me. Thank you for making me laugh until tears stream down my face, I kid you not it happens more often than you might think. I want to wish you all a happy and healthy New Year!!!🌟💖💖💖

Special mentions going out to my dudes @treedaddymcpuffpuff @sweetwolfcupcake @discoscoob @scarlettspectra @donaka-screaming @tcrturedreeves @lilithlinen @lilspookymeh @ghcstpyre @reallongwire @kavalyera @97keanu @persephone411 @zimtlove @boredth @thewhumpcaretaker @nightmare-bean @fernpetals @casuallyobssessed @provably-moths @bluelolblue @nwheregirl @gea-chan96 @keanuquotes @ur-fav-h-anon @spiderfangirl22 @kurai-hono-blog @worldsgreatestsinner @desolatewrath @monsoonsosoon @girl-at-the-verge ❤️❤️❤️ and there are so many more of you but if we've never really talked I don't want to put you on the spot 😄❤️

I don’t know if it counts as a resolution so much as a to do list, but my main goals for 2025 are to finish these fics: 

Bittersweet

Sympathy for the Devil

Excessive Force (with @treedaddymcpuffpuff 😘😘😘)

You’re the worst thing (i’m addicted to)

Smalltown Girl

and i haven’t forgotten about…

The Devil’s Triangle (with @treedaddymcpuffpuff and @sweetwolfcupcake 😘😘❤️❤️)

Enigmatic Stranger (ALSO with @treedaddymcpuffpuff and @sweetwolfcupcake 😄❤️)

The girl next door alternate ending where reader goes to New York with Wick

a pro don John fic set in the same verse as Andar Conmigo

more Reader x Helen x John wick thruple fic

The Night Nurse…though I have such mixed feelings about this fic now 😭😭 it kinda fucks me up just to think about it but i still want to work on it. 

Here’s to an awesome 2025 for all of us!!!🎇🎇🎇

[jikooklove9795]

I honestly don't know and can't even relate what went on JM's mind that one day to just set his expensive watch on JK's birth time, randomly come on to do the live. It really is so delicate...I would love your take in this...maybe because I want you talk about it so badly😄. Your way of articulating words and collecting stuffs so delegently amazes me everytime

Hi Anon 😊

Thank you so much for your kind words. I truly appreciate each and everyone of you who takes the time to read my posts. Your words made me so happy, Anon.

I already did a post about it.

Here you go:

This was such a sweet and thoughtful gesture from Jimin! It truly speaks volumes about the depth of his bond with Jungkook. It showed his desire to make the moment deeply personal. By choosing something so symbolic, a watch launched in the year of Jungkook's birth and setting it to his exact birth time, Jimin demonstrated his attention to detail and how much he treasures Jungkook. It was a reflection of Jimin's admiration to Jungkook's existence and the profound impact he has on his life. It was as if Jimin was saying, "This moment in time is when someone truly extraordinary entered the world". Its not just a celebration of a birthday, its a celebration of Jungkook as a person, his journey and the role he plays in Jimin's life.

What's even more touching is that Jimin let us, fans be part of such a personal and meaningful moment. The way Jimin shared this intimate act with us shows his genuine heart and his desire to make Jungkook feel celebrated. By encouraging everyone to wish Jungkook and emphasizing how special the day was Jimin didnt just highlight Jungkook's importance to him but also invited us all to cherish and celebrate him together. Its heartwarming to see how much love and admiration Jimin has for Jungkook and the way he cherishes him and makes him feel loved and cared for. Such a gesture is not just thoughtful, its deeply heartfelt and unforgettable.

This level of care and thoughtfulness reminds us why their love is so special. These meaningful acts show how deeply they understand and appreciate one another. Moments like these reaffirm the beauty of their genuine connection and Jimin's gesture will undoubtedly be remembered as a testament to the love and affection he holds for Jungkook.

This gesture wasn't about material gifts or grand displays it was about something much deeper. It was about making Jungkook feel seen, valued and loved on his special day.

Jimin's action was also about the importance of cherishing the person he loves and cares about and taking time to highlight the importance of Jungkook's presence in his life.

This was more than a gesture. It was a timeless expression of gratitude, love and affection and their beautiful connection.

Thanks so much for this ask.

Have a nice day, Anon 👋🏻

[yandereonepieceimagines]

Hi there! I’m the anon that asked for yan!kizaru, and you more than delivered with it!! Your yan!one piece blog is a breath of fresh air, bc from i’ve noticed there aren’t many, if not any such blogs now. The amount of details you include in your posts is just *mwah* *chef’s kiss*. I really love that banana man 😔. Reminds me to some extent of the man with the yellow hat from curious george 😭💀. Anyways, thanks again for it, it was a really great post!

So I’m back for more, if you don’t mind, while you’re at it do you think you could do a romantic yan!kuzan (feel free to decide whether it’s during or after the marines) hcs for reader both sfw and nsfw? Also, would his yandereness be any different when he’s a marine vs not?

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Oh my gosh, thank you so much for the kind words! 😄 They truly mean a lot to me. I'm really glad I can bring something fresh to the fandom. I've noticed the recent lack of posts like this too, so it's nice to hear it's appreciated!

Of course I don’t mind you coming back for more. Feel free to bombard me with the admirals anytime. 😉🤣

This post will focus on the pre-timeskip era, and I believe his yandere tendencies would be quite different during that period. It really depends on when, where, and how he meets his obsession. For instance, if that meeting had happened during his time as an admiral; or shortly after, he might not have even ended up joining Blackbeard’s crew at all.

If you're curious about how I’d interpret him in such moments, feel free to request that too! Or when he's in said crew, of course.

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Warning!: NSFW Below!

Kuzan Aokiji

SFW

* Kuzan first met you during a seemingly routine Marine check on a lawless island you were exploring. Despite the tension and professional setting, he made a shockingly bold suggestion near the end of the conversation, eyes half-lidded and voice low: "You know... You're just the kind of woman I'd freeze the whole sea for just to keep under me." The sheer audacity of it, delivered so lazily it almost felt like a dream, stunned the other Marines nearby. You laughed it off, unsure if it was actually a joke. But from that moment, his gaze never left you.

* Your strength, autonomy and refusal to be categorized by Marine standards captivated Kuzan. He couldn't help but keep tabs on you under the guise of surveillance. He'd say that it's because you are too dangerous to be left unchecked. But the truth was far more personal. Your unpredictability and independence sparked something obsessive in him.

* Using Marine intel as cover, he monitored your every move. Not because he was ordered to, but because he needed to know where you were at all times. Being near you became part of his routine.

* Whenever he ran into you (by chance, of course), he'd offer vague, almost cryptic warnings. Remarks about how certain islands weren't "safe" or how you should "stick to more civilized places." You found them confusing, especially since you weren’t breaking any laws. But that was the point. Kuzan wasn’t warning you for your safety or for legal reasons. He was trying to subtly manipulate your course, steering you toward more populated islands where he'd have an easier time monitoring you... Or isolating you. Beneath the lazy charm was a calculated attempt to keep you within reach. Not as a Marine, but as a man quietly staking his claim.

* One night, you found yourself cornered by a group of pirates who thought you'd be easy prey. Before you could draw your weapon, a frozen path spiraled around you, trapping them all in blocks of ice. Kuzan stepped out from the shadows with a casual question if you were ok. That was the first time you suspected he might be watching you more closely than he should.

* You weren’t breaking any laws, but Kuzan still found himself at odds with his responsibilities. He hated how often his duties pulled him away from monitoring you, from subtly inserting himself into your life, from doing what he felt was necessary to secure his place in your world. Each time a mission demanded his attention elsewhere, it infuriated him in a way he barely understood. He started resenting the very uniform he wore, not because of what it stood for, but because it distracted him from you. And when he sensed you pulling away emotionally, when you grew distant or wary, he began delaying assignments and pulling strings. Not out of laziness, but to buy himself more time. Time to handle you delicately, to avoid driving you too far. He needed just enough leniency to keep you from slipping through his fingers and he would manipulate the system however he had to.

* Kuzan never raised his voice, but his words often held a chill if he felt like you drifted too far off. Especially when you began actively resisting his advances. It was only then, when your distance became more than just emotional, that he let a hint of something darker slip: "I’d hate to see you become an enemy. Then I’d have to stop you. And I don’t want to freeze something in place that I... like." His tone was flat, almost bored. But the weight behind it was unmistakable. It wasn’t a warning for what you'd become. It was a desperate assertion of what he still wanted you to be. His.

* Whenever you spoke with another man; even a local guide, Kuzan would show up shortly after, coincidentally patrolling the area. He never acted outwardly jealous, but you'd notice the frost creeping over nearby surfaces and the shift in his normally placid expression.

* Once, when he was summoned back to Marineford, he said with a simple, low and terrifying calmness: "If you disappear, I'll find you. Even if I have to freeze over every ocean to do it." He wasn’t threatening you. He was promising you.

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* When you finally gave yourself to him, Kuzan’s usual lethargy melted away. His hands, cold at first, trailed over your skin with reverence and hunger. He made sure you felt every differentiation. The chill of his fingertips and the heat pooling where he touched. Every movement was slow, deliberate and even a bit worshipful.

* Kuzan takes his time. He’s patient, thorough and completely focused on you. He knows exactly what he's doing and enjoys drawing every reaction out of you, especially when you try to maintain control. It’s the only time he abandons his lazy tone. Because when it comes to you, he's anything but passive.

* During intimacy, he speaks quietly and intimately. Low murmurs against your skin about how long he waited for this, how he knew you’d come to him eventually. His voice is a blend of calm and possession, calling you "mine" more than once, as if saying it aloud makes it permanent.

* Sometimes, he uses his Devil Fruit ability to carefully cool parts of your body during sex just so he can warm them up again with his mouth. He gets off on the contrast; the control, the sensation and the way your breath catches from the shock before melting back into pleasure.

* Afterwards, he’s wrapped around you like a glacier that doesn’t let go. He’s endlessly affectionate in a way that borders on obsessive. Holding you almost too tightly, murmuring about how he won’t let you out of his sight again. He watches your face, your breathing, your pulse… Everything. As if memorizing the moment in case it ever slips away.

* He still carries that slouched, sleepy air in public. But behind closed doors, he becomes intense, insatiable and deeply focused. You’re the only one who gets to see this version of him. The one who gives and takes without restraint, as though proving every time why you were right to choose him.

* Kuzan never threatens you after you’ve accepted him, no matter the circumstance. But there’s always that edge in the way he holds you, kisses you, touches you like he’s reminding you there’s no going back. He loves you far too much to ever let you go. And now that you’re his? You never will.

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Not sure if you are still taking Vince and Wendy dabble requests but I’ve always loved when a boyfriend is called up by a friend to come get ‘his girl’ because she is  sick and then after picking up their girlfriend, looking at her in the passenger seat (who is other passed out asleep, miserable/embarrassed, about to/ is throw up) and just thinking ‘dam that’s my girl I love’ or am similar

Not sure if it’s something that could be turned into a dabble but thank you anyway for reading 😄

Alright anon, so I might've messed up bc I started the fic on the wrong POV but I hope you like it anyways!

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Come Get Your Girl

"Marshall, wait up!" Jonah caught up with her outside of the maternity wing. Wendy rubbed her face, not bothering to smile as she would have with anyone else but her best friend. Jon wouldn't mind if she was cranky.

"Yes?" Wen asked, continuing to walk side by side with him. She had only gone there to update the family of one of her neonatal patients, but was already heading back to the ER, "is it urgent?"

"How long have you had that headache?" Jonah held up the elevator door for her and Wendy's eyebrows jumped up. She thought she was being so inconspicuous, not wincing in front of people, only taking her Tylenol out of Jonah's sight...

Truth was, Wendy had a killer headache since morning. It sucked severely as she woke up with Vince kissing her awake, wanting nothing more to bask in his undivided attention, only for the throbbing to start before she even managed to have breakfast.

Through the day the pain had changed from a dull throbbing, into a stabbing sensation behind her eyes. She had lied down in the doctor's headquarters during break — in hindsight, that was probably what had given her away — but the pain was relentless. She felt nauseous and a little out of it, however since there were no surgeries scheduled, Wendy couldn't bring herself to cave and go home. Besides, she only had two more hours on her shift...

"It's not that bad," Wen lied and Jonah rolled his eyes. Instead of pressing the button for the ER floor, Jon hit the Garage 1, shoving her hand away as she tried to press the correct one.

"You're heading home, Dee."

"Don't be ridiculous, I'm working," Wendy hissed, forcing up a smile as the elevator stopped to let more people in. Jonah seemed very pleased with himself. Her stomach rolled, the pain making her face feel tingly.

"Not anymore, you're not," Jonah whispered back, "Claire is gonna cover for you. Go home before it turns into a full blown migraine."

Vaguely, Wendy wondered just how scared she had made him that one time he hadn't switched with her when she had a migraine, only to find her horribly sick later. Or how guilty.

"I'm not Claire's problem, she did a 24 hour shift two days ago..."

"Drop it," Jonah hissed, crossing his arms to his chest and waiting as the elevator trip continued.

Wendy didn't really have any desire to fight him. She wanted to go home, the nausea was climbing steadily and her neck was stiff, eye sight getting all hazy around light sources. This was a migraine on the making for sure.

Nevertheless, she wasn't looking forward to driving home. She didn't entertain the idea that Jon would drive her, he was on a 24 hour shift himself, all but loaded up with caffeine.

"My keys," Wendy mumbled, blinking several times as the elevator stopped at the ER floor, the first main one, and the sound flooded as more people got in.

"I got them," Jonah answered, holding out her purse — he had it the whole time? She truly hadn't spared Jon a look so far — "but you're not driving."

"You're not taking me home, that would get you in so much trou-"

"You have a boyfriend, you know?" Jonah rolled his eyes, just as the elevator stopped on the first floor of the garage and people immediately moved out. Wendy's mouth snapped shut, relief flooding her as she saw Vince leaning against her car.

She was so used to him being away and out of reach, it was a weird change to have him be there at the drop of a hat, whenever she needed him. Wendy's eyes stung and she braced against a concrete pillar, breathing through the pounding in her head, the nausea, the flood of emotion.

"Hey, honey," Vince's voice was incredibly soft, gentle fingers dusting over her cheeks as he gathered her hair back, away from her mouth in case she was gonna be sick, "you're not feeling well, uh?"

"I didn't know you- I didn't know Jon called you..." Wendy sniffled, pressing her forehead to the rough, cold texture of the column.

Vince let out a chuckle, "more like summoned me to collect my girl," he teased, planting a kiss on the top of her head, "take a deep breath, we're going home as soon as you feel like moving."

Jonah let out a happy noise, "well, missing accomplished, she's all yours," he seemed terribly pleased with himself. Wendy heard him patting Vince's back, then say in a much gentler voice, "feel better, darling."

"Thank you..." She mumbled, daring to raise her head in order to look at him. Jonah flashed her a smile, then jogged away and back to the elevators.

Wendy's shoulders dropped and only then she fully looked at Vince.

He was smiling at her, lopsided, a dimple deep in his cheek. Curls down and damp, after gym shower she assumed. He fished out his aviator sunglasses from the neck of his shirt, "put these on, hon," Vince planted them on her face, crouching down so they were eye to eye, "how's the pain?"

"A six out of ten," Wendy told him truthfully, "feel queasy..."

"Too queasy for the drive?" Vince wrapped an arm around her shoulders, guiding her to the car and taking her purse away so he could retrieve the keys. Vin always looked so comical in her sedan, pushing the driver's seat all the way back and still looking cramped in. Wendy collapsed on the passenger seat.

"Not too queasy... I don't know," she switched up her answer halfway through, as a little sickly burp came up. Migraine nausea was different from food poisoning or the stomach flu. Awful just the same, but with none of the undercurrent of shame she couldn't help when dealing with G.I issues.

"Lean back," Vince lowered her seat carefully, then went through the glovebox in search of a bag, "if you want we can just sit here for a minute..."

"No," Wendy sighed, curling up and opening a thankful smile as Vin passed her a plastic bag, "I wanna go home."

"Alright," her boyfriend leaned in, pressing a kiss to her clammy forehead, "tell me if I gotta pull over."

Wendy leaned in against his touch. It'd never cease to make her swoon how soft Vince was. The definition a gentle giant.

She drifted in and out of consciousness as he started to drive. The pain wasn't climbing up anymore, now that she was out of the noise and bright lights, but also wasn't receding. The car movement was making her nauseous, but not enough to throw up. Instead, Wendy gulped down the salty saliva pooling in her mouth, rubbing her knuckles against her temple.

"Almost home," Vince whispered and Wendy let out a sigh as she felt him brush her bangs away from her face, thumb stroking her cheek.

As soon as they parked in the garage of the building, Wendy was leaning out of her door, gagging fruitlessly. She didn't have much, or anything, to bring up. Not only she had been running on coffee all day, but she had put herself on a diet due to all the pressure leading up to the wedding and had eaten all but one handful of baby carrots during lunch.

Baby carrots that made her saliva an odd shade of orange as she drooled on the cement floor, hanging on the door for dear life.

"Aw, honey," Vince sighed, crouching in front of her, as if he was blind to the fact she was about to throw up or trying to, "that's okay, let it out..."

"Vin..." Wendy whined, planting a hand on his shoulder, both as support but to push him out of the line of fire. He seemed to know she wasn't going to throw up, because Vince wouldn't budge no matter how much she pushed his shoulder, solid as a tree trunk as he held back her hair and cooed softly.

Wendy forced up a nasty, watery burp, a splash of liquid hit the ground. Not thick enough she could even call it vomit, but more than just the drooling she had been doing for the past five minutes. The nausea lessened, but the sudden burp caused her head to swim and Wendy let out a groan as she collapsed, dizzily.

"Shh, I got you," Vince wrapped an arm around her shoulders, "I got you, c'mere..."

He pulled her up and Wendy's knees wobbled, but she grabbed on his jacket with all her force as she felt Vince move to carry her bridal style, "no..." Wendy pressed her forehead to his chest, "no carrying... Mak'me dizzy..."

"Okay, okay, sorry..." Vince wrapped an arm around her waist and then all but hoisted most of her weight off her feet, "better?"

"Uh-hu," Wendy pressed her head to his chest, letting out a deep breath as they entered the elevator and Vin promptly wrapped his arms around her, rubbing her back.

"Why didn't you call me to come get you before it got this bad?" Vince asked, kissing the top of her head and Wendy let out a groan.

"It'sssnot-" She muffled another nauseous burp on his shirt, "not that bad..."

"Sure," she couldn't see him, but knew he was rolling his eyes, "did you take any meds?"

"Tylenol..." Wendy jerked slightly as the elevator came to a stop, "I think I can sleep it off."

"After you take your meds," Vince guided her out of it, already with the keys on hand. He didn't speak again as he gently pushed her inside and steered her towards the bedroom and Wendy let out a sad sigh.

"I'm sorry I didn't call you..." In truth, she wasn't sure why she was apologizing. She had been handling things on her own all her life, it was no mystery that it'd take getting used to having Vince around all the time. Part of her felt a stab of guilt, like she was ruining things by simply not knowing how to be a better girlfriend.

Vince didn't seem to have heard her, as he went through the bedside table's drawer in search of her meds, foot thumping on the ground rhythmically. Wendy fell against the pillows, kicking out her shoes and burying her face on his pillow, the lavender after beard lotion he used was still clinging to the fabric.

"Honey," Vince whispered, rolling her around by the elbow. He had closed the curtains and the only light source in the room was the hallway light on, "meds, you gotta take 'em."

Wendy nodded, then let out a pained whimper as it caused a stab to echo through her head. Vince used the pillows to pull her sitting up, grabbing the pillowcase instead of her arms as he tilted it towards him, "here, one big gulp and I'll get out of your hair."

"No," Wendy's voice was all rough and she grimaced, clearing her throat, "can you stay...?" She took the meds and the glass of water Vin was holding out, a little worried her boyfriend might deny. Was he angry she hadn't called him...?

"Are you sure?" Vince pushed back the hair on her face, tucking it behind her ear and taking the glass with his free hand, "I don't wanna bother you while you sleep."

Wendy let out a snort, "I sleep like the dead, you could never... Just stay until I fall asleep?" Please?

Vin's dark brows met, in a frown, but then his whole face got wrinkly as he cracked a smile, "of course, honey," he leaned in to press a kiss on her forehead.

He pushed the door even more ajar, so only one thread of light entered the room and Wendy heard him roaming around. The noise of his shoes falling, rustling of him stripping something, hands on her shoulders, "c'mere, cuddle me."

She let out a pleased noise as her cheek met his tummy, suddenly realizing Vince had removed his shirt due to how warm the room was. Wendy muffled a yawn against his skin, throwing her leg over his hip and letting her eyes slip closed once again as his hand dropped to her hair, starting to pet it.

Wendy was fully drifting off as she heard Vince whisper, "I love you."