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aelingalathyniusrailme · 3 years

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If you find me on the edge, we’ll jump together.

Gwynriel Pirate au pt 6

this chapters a little long and fluffy but I really like it and I finally gave it a name

Here are the other parts if you’re interested :) pt 1, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4, pt 5

what had azriel’s life become? In the past 24 hours his ship became infested with dangerous females, he had given up his most prized possession, and he was on his way to find a being that still haunted his nightmares.

Berdara was a fine persuader but money was even better. Too bad they seemed to come in tandem. The captain of the shadowsinger needed this hall and there was no way in hell he was loosing a dime to the cutthroat redhead he now lived with.

He stole a glance toward her to find her staring intently at the map. Her mind, her calculating, cold, ruthless mind at work. Her eyes shot up to his and she gave him a smirk, flashing the whites of her teeth and winked. he knew others would see a friendly smile but all he saw were fangs

Infuriating as she might be, she had not said one word, in the past few hours about his meltdown or the other thing he had yet to let himself dwindle over. He was caught between appreciation and the feeling that he wasn’t worth a second thought to her.

“so where will my crew and I be sleeping” her voice was light but there was a slight edge.

“The room next to mine.” He grit his teeth in preparation for the comment that was sure to follow that statement. “now you’re going to say something crude”

at the same time gwyneth said with a wink, “want to keep me close, captain? all you have to do is ask?”

The slight shock on her face elicited pure joy from azriel. While hidden, a practiced eye saw the way her mouth slightly parted and her eyes flare. It was his turn to smirk as he responded, “Your majesty is becoming quite predictable.”

gwyn smiled her psychotic smile and stepped closer to him. too close. “wouldn’t want that,” she whispered into his hear as if she was telling him a secret. Her voice wrapped it’s claws around his throat and squeezed, pulling him to her.

Azriel coughed “You’re all going to have to share a room.”

“it’s quite alright, my crew and I have shared beds before.” There was a suggestive glint in her eyes. and blood rushed to his face faster than this girl could threaten and flirt in the same breath.

“I don’t believe I said anything about sharing beds.”

“Oh I know, but sometimes, shadowsinger, we must learn the difference between necessity and pleasure.” Azriel’s pupils dilated and his skin felt tight and hot.

Gwyn leaned in once again and teased, whispering, “Predictability is worth seeing you blush like a school girl.” She threw her fiery hair over her shoulder and walked away leaving him gaping like an idiot.

cassian and rhys walked out from his room and rhys said with a chuckle “she’s something alright.”

cassian looked at him with mock sincerity “promise me I’ll be the bridesmaid at your wedding”

“and will it be a double with you and that second of hers?”

He held his hands to his chest and tilted his head, “only in my dreams”

Rhys swung his arm around him laughing, “You’re pathetic.”

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5 days passed and every one of them was torturous. His crew at their wits end with hers. Apparently the two blondes were causing quite a bit of trouble. It had seemed one had wiped the floor with his entire crew when it came to the cards while the other was a bit of a thief, a petty thief.

His sharpshooter had made the mistake of whistling at Emerie, she tossed him into the ocean without so much as batting an eye. Thankfully they got him out in time and rest assured there were no more comments or touching.

He hadn’t seen Berdara much as she had been holed up in her room barely leaving beyond the occasional meal. Though every time she did grace his presence, she was sure to leave him flustered beyond relief. What about this girl make him loose all of his composure, he wasn’t sure. But avoidance was a useful tool.

Don’t think about it, don’t care azriel thought as he watched Cassian and Rhys spar on the deck of his ship. HIs two best fighters, facing off until suddenly rhys was knocked to the ground from behind. The culprit, the silver majesties second, Nesta.

There was a determined look in her eyes, cold ambition.

Cassian laughed, unfazed.

“my turn.” her voice was one of mock innocence, venom drenched in sugar.

“don’t be so eager sweatheart.”

“Eager to knock your arrogant ass down a few pegs”

“Ooh she’s feisty.” And with that Nesta attacked. She wasn’t graceful but she fought as if her life depended on it, a sure sign that at one point or another it did. She swerved and jabbed with a desperate urgency, one you could only learn on the streets. Cassian dodged and deflected, though he was working much harder than usual. It seemed he also had something to prove.

Azriel turned, knowing this fight would not be over any time soon, to find Berdara walking right towards him. “Nesta will not loose this fight.”

“funny, neither will cassian.”

Gwyneth gave him a serious look. “She does not loose, she never has and she never will.”

“hmm. It’s never too late to try new things.”

gwyn rolled her eyes before a glint appeared in them. “care for a rematch?”

“fists or swords?”

“Let’s spice it up, swords.”

“double or single?”

“A sword and a dagger.”

“Surrender or mercy.”

“Seeing you kneel to me will be sweet.” she paused. “Surrender.”

“You’re on.”

“Pirates oath?”

“A gentleman always plays fair.” She unsheathed her sword and dagger holding one in each hand and smirked. “too bad I am no mere man.” she lunged but azriel had been expecting that and side stepped pulling out his own sword and dagger.

Where nesta had been brute force and aggression, Gwyneth was all grace and speed. She fought with the efficiency of someone who trained with the queens guard themselves. It was like fighting a tornado, she was fast like lightning and when she struck she struck hard. Every move was beautiful and deadly, just like her.

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“We dock in 15 minutes.” Azriel called out to his crew.

“What no, we need to keep going.” Gwyn replied.

“What we need is to restock supplies so we don’t starve to death before we’re richer than the queen herself.”

she gave him a confused look, as if he was speaking a different language.

“We’ve been sailing non-stop for almost 2 weeks and we are out of supplies.”

gwyn mumbled something that sounded like “pathetic.”

As soon as Azriel dropped the anchor his entire crew rushed off the shadowsinger, desperate to be away from the insane women. With of course the exception of Cassian for he was leaning against the rails of the ship bothering Nesta while she was pointedly ignoring him.

“Hey, enough with the heart eyes we’ve got shit to do.” Azriel barked at Cassian who then frowned and sulked off the ship while nesta stared at him with her cold, blank expression. “You too sunshine. Let’s get moving.”

“Order me to do something again and I will cut off your limbs one by one and feed you them for breakfast.”

“I’m counting down the hours.” Azriel narrowly missed the dagger she threw at his head.

“Don’t call me sunshine.” and nesta walked off the ship, katanas at her hips glinting in the cold sun of the winter court. She looked right in her element.

Before he called these women insane but that was far too gentle of a statement, the females that had found their way onto Berdara’s ship were absolutely, completely batshit crazy.

Az was sure everyone was off his ship, everyone was accounted for and yet something was nagging at him.

A flash of red caught his eye and he turned to see the captain of the silver majesty sitting on the railing, one misstep and she would fall. Though there was no doubt in his mind that she would survive the deadly drop. This women seem to defy all odds, why not death? Her smile was wild and just a little bit mad as the wind swept and curled through her hair pushing it back from her face. As if it wanted nothing more than to be flowing through her her fiery locks that mirrored her spirit. Gwyn closed her eyes, feeling the breeze, the sun lighting up the freckles that spread across her cheeks. She was

“Are you done gawking?” she said without even opening her eyes.

horrible, she was absolutely unquestionably horrible. “If I may, what are you doing majesty?”

She turned toward him, in the sun the blue of her iris’s had a twinge of green as if she was born for the sea. “I am simply reminding myself why I left.” Her eyes gazed hungrily over the vast sea as though she saw a challenge, one she had to conquer. “who could resist all this?”

It was unlike her to offer such a raw statement with no ulterior motive and while it was entirely possible she did have one, Azriel believed her. Azriel believed her because he shared the exact feeling. The longing for freedom, the found solstice in constant change and motion, and the occasional guilt for leaving that ultimately fades because it will never not be worth it.

“I pity them.”

“Fools.”

“Utterly.” She offered no more as she hopped down from the railing.

They walked in comfortable silence as they both took in the beauty of the winter court. It was all ice and snow with a slight aura of loneliness.

Together the two captains arrived at the inn. It was cozy and warm and was placed separately from the rest of the town. His eyes shifted and he saw what had to have been the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. It was a bar. Thank fucking goodness. Azriel knew without a doubt that they all desperately needed some liquor.

In the bar he immediately found both their combined crew. A crowd of men and women had surrounded Rhys, hanging on every word he said while he soaked it up flirting to his hearts content. Azriel was going to have to give him a limit on the number of people he could fuck at once, this was getting ridiculous. Next he found Cassian, Tarquin and Viviane doing shots at the bar. But he noticed every time his glance shifted to a certain girl in the corner of the room. Nesta was in a booth with Emerie sipping whiskey, talking in low voices. Cressedia and Drakon were in a heated drinking game and-

Azriel knocked into a body he immediately recognized as Lucien and he held out his hand at once glaring.

“Hey captain.” He said cheerfully.

“empty now.”

The kid dumped a pile of jewels, wallets, and id’s in his hand.

Azriel smirked approvingly “get me a ruby, an Id of a man who could pass for the high lord of the winter court, and 500 more dollars.” Lucien nodded greedily and ran along. It had been a game between the two of them for Azriel to give him outlandish challenges to sharpen his skill as a thief.

But before Lucien could leave the bar every lamp extinguished and the bar turned quiet.

Strangers gasped and knives were drawn.

Moments later the lights reappeared and once his eyes readjusted he saw a women holding two daggers to the throats of Tarquin and Viviane. They struggled against her. But she just laughed and scolded. “No no no. shhhh” Before she looked up again.

“We need to have a chat.” every word was clipped and short. “Put your weapons away and these two might get to live to see another day.” It was an order, and a threat. Azriel didn’t take kindly to threats.

Gwyn looked to the 3 remaining who followed her and nodded at them to listen. He nodded to his own crew.

Nesta sneered but dropped her katanas to the ground. She opened her mouth to speak but Rhys beat her to it, pushing away the women he was flirting with as he drawled to the women in front of them.

“It’s been a long time Feyre, darling.”

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#gwynriel #gwynriel pirate au #feysand #nessian #emerie #gwyn berdara #azriel #nesta archeron #cassian #feyre archeron #rhysand #I finally gave it a name #if you find me on the edge we’ll jump together #and btw that’s supposed to be like villain lunatics in love and not suicide #just wanted to make that clear #I love this chapter tho #even if shes a little lengthy

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themadlostgirl · 5 years

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Peter Pan Won’t Fail (2/2)

*Finally got part two!*

Prompt: Modern Reader ends up on the Neverland from her favorite tv show Once Upon A Time and proves to be very helpful. (Part 1)

Requested by: anon

Warnings: language

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Months passed since I first showed up on Neverland. While most of my time was spent with me cataloging everything I knew from Once Upon A Time the show I did get some other hobbies. I got to learn how to fight, an endeavor that resulted in many bruises and a dislocated shoulder. I explored the island and got closer to the Lost Boys. I met Tinkerbell but Peter forbid me from telling her anything about what I know. He was rightfully pissed that Tink betrays him in the future.

Speaking of the future I was still on the fence about my involvement in it. I tried to rationalize it away. Convince myself that these people weren’t necessarily real and so had no actual input on anything. Most days I could ignore it. Other days not so much. I hate debating my choices in morally compromising situations.

During the night Peter straightened and fell quiet suddenly. I waited to see what he was doing when he smiled. “New souls entered the island. Could it be the boy?”

“How many?”

“Three.”

“Should be.” I took a deep breath, “The games begin.”

Peter called Felix and some of the other boys and sent them off to find Henry and the two adults he came with. This is happening. This is actually happening now. I’m in the plot of the show.

“Y/N--” A hand dropped onto my shoulder and I jumped a foot in the air.

“Nervous are we?” Peter teased, “If your information is correct then there is nothing to worry about.”

“I know, I know.” I shrugged his hand off, “I guess a part of me didn’t believe in all of this deep down. I mean, for years I watched these characters and wanted them to get their happily ever afters. I loved you as a villain and stuff but if they hadn’t defeated you then everything would have been for nothing. All the people I cheered for...gone. Now that it’s happening for real I--I guess I feel guilty.”

“Is that so?” his eyes narrowed. “Losing our nerve are we? I thought you wanted us to win. To change the story.”

“Yeah…”

He towered over me, that once teasing glint now a cold stare. “Are you going to be a problem? I would hate to have to go back on my word and lock you in a cage until after I have the heart.”

“No! I promise! I’m fine!” I tried in vain to stop my shaking hands, “I’m on your side. I want you to win. I want you to live.”

“Good.” he wrapped an arm around me and started ushering me deeper into the jungle, “Then you won’t mind taking on a special role in the proceedings. Won’t you?”

“Of course not.” I relaxed at his touch, “What did you have in mind?”

“Deliver this,” he produced a straw doll and placed it in my hands, “to Rumple for me when he gets here.”

I tucked the doll away. “Not a problem.”

“There’s my Lost Girl.” he traced a finger across my cheek, “Now you say I need to keep my shadow confined to the island?”

“Not unless you want Baelfire running around and teaming up with Rumple to get Henry back. It’ll make things easier without another person to interfere but I think our real worry is Regina. She’ll go to hell and back for her son and was labeled the Evil Queen for a reason. Murder isn’t something she’ll abstain from.”

“Good thing we don’t either.”

I waited in the camp while Peter and the boys collected Henry. When they returned Peter nodded to me and I went out on my own mission to find Rumple. I really hope that this goes like with Felix and that he doesn’t just immediately try to kill me.

I wandered around until I saw a figure in a clearing. Okay. I can do this. I walked closer and he turned to me, his calm demeanor shifting into confusion when he saw me. “You’re not who I was expecting to see.”

“I know.” I kept my hands clasped behind my back so he couldn’t see them shaking. “I’m just here to deliver a message of welcome. Seeing as how you’re here for Henry though that makes you Peter’s enemy so not really a welcome I suppose.”

“Who are you?” he scanned me from head to toe, “You’re not from here. A strange magic swirls around you. You’re not meant to be here, are you?”

“I shouldn’t be here but it isn’t going to stop the fact that I am.” I pulled out the straw doll and tossed it to him, “You can’t see the future here but I do. Spoiler alert, you don’t win.”

Rumple picked up the doll with tears in his eyes. It might have been sad if I wasn’t simultaneously terrified of the man and the power he wields before me.

“Who are you?” he ground out through clenched teeth. “Who are you!”

“I’m the tipping point.” I grinned as a new feeling started to emerge. Sadism that I had never known before. That delight in seeing him crumpled on the ground trying in vain to cover the sobs escaping from him. Pain that I caused just by handing him a little doll.

When I got back to camp I found Peter immediately and told him about my meeting with Rumple. “Sounds like you did very well, my Lost Girl.” he pulled me closer, “You’re having fun now, aren’t you?”

“So much fun.” my heart fluttered wildly in my chest.

“And the fun will only continue. But it is getting rather late so we’ll return to the game in the morning.” Peter took one of my hands and brought it up to his lips to kiss and wink at me. “Goodnight, Lost Girl.” he said and walked off towards his tent leaving me dumbfounded and gaping like a fool in the middle of the camp.

The pleasant buzz clouding my mind started to abate. That boy is slowly dissolving my moral compass and I can’t find myself to be upset about it. Not when he did such things like that.

What good were ethics when you lived here anyways? How could guilt help me survive? Why save one boy I do not know from Adam when I needed to save someone who meant something to me?

Over the months I’ve spent here Peter Pan has come to mean something to me. He means survival. He means adventure. He means laughter. He means...he means happiness. He may even mean something more that I daren’t believe possible. Maybe I’m just being stupid. Maybe I’m letting all the damn fanfiction I read obscure what is true. Maybe all I am is a means to an end and once he is cured then every promise he made will be forfeit. This time next week I may very well even be dead.

Right now though...right in this moment I am alive. I am here. I am a Lost Girl and when Peter Pan looks at me my heart skips a beat. Even if it is all just an act or an illusion I want to be happy. I want to pretend that this is where I am meant to be.

With that dream in my head I went to my own tent and fell asleep to await the rest of the events of this week.

And so it was a strange couple of days. With my advice and foresight things were going much smoother. Maybe not as fun as Peter would have liked but in this case he wouldn’t die. That’s all that matters in the end really.

If things remain as they are then there will be nothing to worry about. Wendy was confined and kept on high guard so that none of the others could intercept what she knew. I didn’t like the idea of keeping her prisoner still and negotiated to have her returned to her brothers in Storybrooke after we had won. My one good deed amongst all my other rather abhorrent dealings since coming here.

Neal wasn’t on the island. Rumple had been duped by Peter’s shadow disguised as Belle and had been returned to Storybrooke. Peter had taken Tinkerbell’s heart and forbade her from helping heroes. We found Baelfire’s old hideaway and taken everything of use out. A group of Lost Boys had found the Jolly Roger per my instructions and sailed it far off into the ocean. There was only one single row boat on the island and it was with Peter. He should be heading to Skull Rock right about now with Henry.

It’ll all be over soon.

I was taking a walk through the jungle singing softly. The only loose end was Emma, Regina, Snow, David, and Hook. I had yet to see any of them and was hoping to keep it that way. If I did run into them then I had a very specific job that Peter entrusted to me.

“The King and his men stole the Queen from her bed and bound her in her bones.” I sung, “The seas be ours and by the powers where we will we'll roam.”

“Yo ho, all hands hoist the colors high.” a voice answered from the darkness, “Heave ho, thieves and beggars. Never shall we die.”

A gust of wind pushed me down to the ground and held me there. “What do we have here?”

“Damn,” I hissed in pain. A bunch of people started to gather around me. “I should have stayed in the camp.”

“Where is Henry?” One of them demanded but in the dark it was hard to tell who.

“I’m gonna go out on a limb and say you are the adults looking for Henry? Emma? Regina? Hook?”

“You know her?” A feminine voiced asked.

“Never seen her before. Outside of Tinkerbell and the mermaids I had never met another girl on the island.” Definitely Captain Hook.

“If you let me up I will take questions.” I told them. The invisible weight pinning me down lessened and I stood up. Sure enough it was the heroes that had found me. It is so weird seeing them and knowing that they aren’t just actors right now.

“Who are you? Where is my son?” Emma demanded.

“My name is Y/N.” I told them. It is now time to put my encyclopedic knowledge of Once Upon a Time and ability to lie out of my ass to the test. “Your son is no longer on the island.”

“What? What do you mean?” I had multiple weapons pointed at me. “Where is Henry?”

“Storybrooke.” I fished the magic bean Peter had given me out of my pocket, “I snagged these off of Pan. Gave one to Henry to go home.”

“Why should we believe you? You could be lying.”

“But I’m not. I came here to save him since in my world you lot fail.”

“What are you talking about?” Regina edged closer with a fireball.

“Okay, long story short I come from a land where all of this,” I gestured to the jungle, “And all of you are part of a TV show. This is the Neverland arc. People argue it was one of the last good ones before things started going off the rails.”

“I’ve been through a lot but even that doesn’t sound real.” Emma rolled her eyes.

“Henry’s father is a man named Neal, Rumplestiltskin’s son, previously known as Baelfire. He was tricked into an engagement with a woman named Tamara whom you suspected. When you went to search their room you had Henry stand guard outside and to bump against the door if anyone came.” I said and she backed off. “Too specific an instance?”

“Henry could have told you that--”

“Snow here had a one night stand with Doctor Frankenstein and Charming punched him in the face after the curse was broken when he found out. Do you think Henry knows that one?” I cocked an eyebrow at them. It was really hard not to laugh in that instance since Snow and David looked extremely uncomfortable with the reminder.

The others started to back off but Hook kept his sword trained on me, “And you...what can I say to you? You and Pan are well informed but I know something that not even he does.”

“What, pray tell, is that?” he snarled.

“You know lullabies. One at least. Your mother used to sing it. Her name was Alice.” I answered. If the Hyperion Heights arc did anything right it was giving us Colin O’Donoghue dressed as Captain Hook singing lullabies to a squishy little baby.

“How did--”

“Now do you all believe me? I know how this story goes and I am changing how it ends. That way you idiots can win and not let your son die this time.”

“We...we fail?” Snow looked heartbroken.

“Not this time.” I held out the bean to them, “Henry is already home. He’s waiting for you. Why do you think I’m out here singing sea shanties? I was hoping one of you would hear me so I could pass this on.”

“And what do you get out of this?” Regina asked.

“I get to watch a happy ending instead of a sad one. I mean, there is a bunch of bull that the show goes through to bring Henry back like two episodes later but this is much faster and hopefully not as convoluted.” It was actually kind of amazing how effortlessly the lies were flowing out of me.

“Great, if we can just get back to the ship then--”

“The ship isn’t there anymore.” I sighed, “Like immediately after you all got here Pan finds the ship and sets it on fire.”

“WHAT!” Hook shouted, “My--my ship!”

“Yeah...sorry, couldn’t do anything about that one.”

“What about, Gold? Can we just leave without him?”

“He’s currently in a magical fight to the death with Pan on Skull Rock where they will most likely kill each other. Considering all the crap he’s pulled in the past against all of you I say we leave them to it. Yeah?”

The adults exchanged uneasy glances before nodding. “Great. Now off you go. Say hi to Henry for me.” I dropped the bean on the ground and they all fell through back to Storybrooke.

“Oh thank god!” I breathed out in relief. “That was a lot more work than it should have been. I could have just as easily thrown it at their feet the second I was up but no. I had to go on a Once Upon a Time trivia binger. At least they’re gone and can’t intervene anymore.”

I looked around at the empty jungle and sighed, “And the talking to myself has increased by double. Nice. I’m gonna get out of here.”

I stood over the cliff looking over Skull Rock to wait. Hopefully my advice didn’t work against Henry’s belief in Peter. If things go wrong then we are all screwed. Time ticked by at a torturous pace. I was starting to think that we had failed again when I saw something fly out from Skull Rock.

Peter! He did it! We won! We won!

As if sensing my excitement he flew straight to where I was waiting and landed in front of me. Before I could react he scooped me up in his arms and spun me around. “Hello, Lost Girl,” Peter was smiling like a madman, “I did it.”

“I noticed.” I chuckled as he set me down once more, “No trouble on your end?’

“None whatsoever. Henry was only to eager to hand over his heart to me. Now I am all powerful.” Peter floated off the ground a few inches to prove his point, “No loose ends on your front?”

“None. The heroes are trapped in their world and you have the heart. There’s nothing they can do.” I was practically bouncing from excitement.

He settled back on the ground. His excitement was mellowing out and I could see the gears turning in his head. “What happens now?”

“I don’t know.” I shrugged. Some of my fear started to creep back in but I squashed it down. “This is an alternate timeline now, we’ll just have to write our own story from here on out.”

“Our?” Peter cast his eyes to me once more. I let myself believe there may have been fondness in them.

“Yes. What good is an all powerful king of Neverland without a queen to tell him he’s doing it wrong?” I smirked at him.

“I knew I was gonna like you.” he pulled me flush against him, “Say it.”

“Say what?”

“You know what.”

“Peter Pan never fails.” I whispered, our faces a breath apart.

He kissed me so intensely I felt the earth shudder around me. “Damn right.”

#gonna let you decide whether his feelings are legitimate or not #partner or pawn?#ouat peter pan #peter pan ouat #ouat #peter pan imagine #peter pan x reader #request #neverland

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goforwardgreenwriter-blog · 6 years

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The Worm Reads: Empire of Storms, Ch 51 - 53

Sorry these have been coming out a little later than usual, I was sucked into a Nuzlocke playthrough.

Eyllwe’s coast was burning. For three days, they sailed past village after village. Some still burning, some only cinders. And at each of them, Aelin and Rowan had labored to put out those flames.

You get three guesses as to whose feelings over innocent people being burned alive are focused on. The first two don’t count.

Rowboat and the narrative splooge over how ~angsty and tortured~ Alien feels over Eyllwe being burnt and attacked, and how much she’s doing by staying on the ship and trying to put out the flames from there. Yawn. Maybe if Alien wasn’t a shitty character, I’d care.

Also there’s a rumor that Alien herself is starting these fires??? It probably won’t be important, it’s probably just for Alien to cry over so Rowboat can comfort her.

[Rowan]’d breathed [Aelin] in, and she knew he detected an answer to the question that had caused him to flee that morning on the ship. No, she was not carrying his child.

Oh great, this is returning. SJM uses this to briefly describe a sex scene between Rowboat and Alien where Alien reveals she’s not taking anything to prevent pregnancy. I mean, well, where would she get that on a medieval ship?

And then [Aelin] had explained that if she’d inherited so much of Mab’s Fae blood, she might very well have inherited the Fae’s struggle to conceive. And even if the timing was horrible … if this was to be the one shot she had of providing Terrasen a bloodline, a future … she would not waste it.

UMMMM WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK.

WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST READ.

It literally explains after this Alien didn’t ask Rowboat if he wanted to have kids. She is literally using him to have sex with in an attempt to have children without his consent. WHAT THE FUCK. THIS IS NOT OKAY!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS NOT CONSENSUAL OR HEALTHY!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh, but since Alien is a woman and Rowboat is a man, it’s suddenly okay???? WHAT THE FUCK AM I READING

So aside from that extremely horrifying implication, the gang makes it to the Stone Marshes and Manon has to say goodbye to Abraxos, since he’d be too noticeable on the marshes. I cry.

Manon swallowed hard. “You saved my life. Many times. I never thanked you for it.” Abraxos let out another low whine. “You and me,” she promised him. “From now until the Darkness claims us.”

I can’t believe a bloodthirsty witch and her pet wyvern are the only two characters I care about on this entire ship besides Gav. Despite SJM trying to ruin Manon’s character, she and Abraxos still deserve better.

Manon tears up that red cloak from her half sister she killed and uses it to tie her hair back, before chucking the rest of it into the sea. SJM can’t resist the urge to then make it all about Alien’s feefees.

Aelin Galathynius said quietly, “You never stop seeing their faces.” It was only when they were rowing for the shore, spindrift soaking them, that Manon realized the queen hadn’t meant the Thirteen. And Manon wondered if Aelin, too, had watched that cloak floating out to sea and thought it looked like spilled blood.

Manon just had to cope with the idea her Thriteen might be dead and it’s all about Alien feeling upsetti some country people she’s never met died. adhjgfjah I’m fine, I’m fine, it’s all fine.

Next chapter opens up with Lorass and Elide on their journey to find Alien. Lorass says that the dark god himself Hellas is guiding him or some shit...? I don’t really care. They’re off the boat and come across a place that got fucked up by something.

Indeed, the hair on his arms had risen, every instinct on alert as he scanned the marshes, the ruins, the brambles, and thick foliage that had choked some of the islands. Even the god of death halted his nudging and ducked behind Lorcan’s shoulder.

You.. just spent several paragraphs splooging about the connection between the god of death and Lorass and how badass it is, and now you’re saying the god of death is cowering behind Lorass. SJM, you’re killing me I hope you know. You’re killing me.

“What is inside these marshes?” [Elide] asked instead. “Why is Aelin headed into them?” (...) “I don’t know,” [Lorcan] admitted. “No towns or outposts exist anywhere nearby.” Yet this was where the dark god had led him—and where that hand still pushed him to venture, even if it quaked.

I’m tired. Have a reaction image to sum up my feelings.

They travel for a couple of days across the marshes. One night, Elide hears some spoopy noises, so she asks Lorass to tell her about Maeve.

“Do you love her?” Those eyes, darker than the gaps between the stars, slid to her. “I have been in love with Maeve since I first laid eyes on her.”

Maeve treats all of you like servants, and in some cases slaves, and has no real affection for any of you. You’re her soldiers, and she’s not exactly a caring queen. Why are you all in love with her? Is it because she’s hot?

Elide’s like “uhh that doesn’t sound like love at all” and Lorass gets all pissy. Lmfao he’s just angry because she’s right.

“I think love should make you happy,” Elide said, remembering her mother and father. How often they had smiled and laughed, how they had gazed at each other. “It should make you into the best possible version of yourself.”

Funny how SJM understands this........ but writes Ratlin as posessive and abusive assholes to each other and has Alien not ask Rowboat for consent.... *thinking emoji*

tl;dr Elide kisses him and Lorass decides to make out with him. I’m not... horribly offended as I am with Ratlin, it’s just kinda a dumb ship with no chemistry, but hey, I’ll take that over the pile of dogshit that is Ratlin.

Lorass is about to slide into second base when he hears a bunch of Ilken arriving, and it’s implied they’re coming for Alien. I feel bad for how short this review is at the moment, so let’s keep going to chapter 53.

Two days into the endless labyrinth of the Stone Marshes—two, not the day and a half that gods-damned Rolfe had suggested—Aelin was inclined to burn the whole place to the ground.

Oh no, one half of a day more than his estimate... stop being such a whiny lil shit, Alien.

[Aelin] kept the [insects] away with a shield of invisible flame, revealed only by the zinging as they slammed into it. She might have felt bad, had they not tried to eat her alive the first day here.

Why would you feel bad for killing insects? They’re bugs who could possibly be carrying diseases. So Alien feels bad for killing dangerous insects, but not some of Rolfe’s people?? Lmfao you are so full of shit, SJM.

[Fenrys] could no doubt leap the gaps between the islands in wolf form, as could Gavriel. Why they bothered staying in Fae form was beyond [Aelin].

Ok, so like... why are they staying in Fae form, then? Also, that wording implies that Gav also has a wolf form, which he does not, he shifts into a lion.

Lysandra and Fenrys lowkey flirt with one another over their brands or some shit? Skipping this like my life depends on it tbh.

Dorian and Manon hauled themselves onto the bank below, dripping wet

But did they haul their asses onto the bank? This is important information the world needs to know, SJM!

Aedion, seated beside [Aelin], passed the too-light skin of wine. She swigged from it, glad for the sour slide that washed away any lingering taste of the meat.

Oh my god... they drink wine instead of water? This explains so much about these books. Corrected by @kittyinhighheels that this is actually historically correct! Thank you for correcting me on that.

Anyways, some swamp beast attacks them out of the blue, aiming for Manon, but Dorito stops it with his ice magic.

But Aelin looked back at Rowan, holding his stare. How convenient that your shield vanished right as that thing waddled up. What an excellent opportunity for a magic lesson. What if it had gone wrong? Rowan’s eyes glittered. Why do you think the hole opened up by the witch?

So Rowboat was willing to risk Manon’s life - and possibly others - in order to... shoehorn in a magic lesson for Dorito? Nope. This was an excuse for Dorito to save Manon, and you all know it.

Apparently, the amulet Alien carries is an entirely different symbol and meaning in the witches’ culture. That’s actually kinda cool, I like it. Manon tells the story of Rhiannon Crochan and how she cursed the other witches before she died. It’s pretty neat; SJM really should’ve cut out the Alien bullshit and kept the series about the witches.

Later on, the male Fae fuck off to have a private conversation.

Gavriel said, “You should take Aelin a thousand miles from here. Tonight.” A wave of [Rowan’s] magic and honed instincts told him all was safe in the immediate vicinity, calming the killing rage he’d slipped into at the thought.

Jeeeeeeeeeeeesus, Rowboat. I get wanting to protect your loved ones but he gets such a fucking raging anger at the thought of anyone near Alien and it’s so fucking gross.

Fenrys points out the similarities between Manon and Alien, like they’re both have different sides of heritage, both lsot queens, etc. Yeah, but you also forgot that Alien is a raging selfish asshole and Manon isn’t, so.

Fenrys breathed, “Maeve will not allow herself to lose. Already, she’s replaced you.” Rowan whirled on Gavriel. “Who.” Those lion’s eyes darkened. “Cairn.”

Why do you care? This is treated as a big reveal when A) Lorass already told us about this dude, and B) Of course Maeve would replace you after you left.

Cairn … No amount of training, both off the battlefield and on it, had ever broken the Fae warrior of his penchant for cruelty. Rowan had locked him up, flogged him, disciplined him, wielded whatever shred of compassion he could muster in himself … nothing. Cairn had been born savoring the suffering of others.

Oh, of course he’s a one dimensional evil bad guy, too. SJM doesn’t know what nuance means.

For Maeve not to have given either male a gag order through the blood oath

I had to read that, so you do too.

Apparently Maeve wants Lorass dead because he and Rowboat are the msot powerful males in the world. Hnnnnnnnngh and as if that gushing isn’t bad enough, Fenrys literally asks Rowboat to kill him if Maeve makes him kill Alien.

Alien is such a goddamn Mary Sue, literally every character loves her and kisses her ass and those who hate her are villainized to hell and back. I’m so tired.

“I’m glad, you know,” Fenrys said with unusual graveness, “that I got this time. That Maeve unintentionally gave me that. That I got to know what it was like—to be here, as a part of this.” Rowan didn’t have words, so he looked to Gavriel. But the Lion was merely nodding as he stared down at the little camp below. At his sleeping son.

F-fuck... this got to me. Gav and Fenrys deserve better and they better not die I swear to god.

#the worm talks #the worm reads: eos #anti sjm #anti tog #anti eos

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shardclan · 7 years

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"What's going on here?"

The merchant glanced carelessly at the shaggy, dust-coated tundra and gestured crossly at the long line that wound up the cliffs beside Hewn City Steppe. "Apparently there's some trouble in Hewn City lately and the queen's gotten her horns all a-tangle about it and closed passage through Thunder's March into the last Point." They shook their head and cursed under their breath. "S'the trouble with guardians, always getting uppity about their charges like the rest of us don’t have shit to do and money to make."

Renat ignored them. He had more than enough irritation of his own without listening to anyone else's, and instead of waiting for the line to move, he took off to the top of the canyon and began an even trot across the mesa toward the Sea of a Thousand Currents. It wouldn't be the first time in the last month he had to go so far out of his way.

The Arcanites had finally gotten their act together and actually closed off the Starwood portal. He had dashed to it only to find the wood warping and overgrowing it, forming a dense barrier of petrified staroak that refused to yield and would probably have blown his limbs off if he had attempted to used magic on it.

So he had taken the long route along Trader's Walk. It may have been shorter to hug the Sea of a Thousand Currents and skirt the plague and shadow lands, but he would have been alone and vulnerable. On the Walk, he had the safety of the herd. At least, that's what he kept telling himself when he had to pass through Point Firewalk. His coat still stank of smoke and forges and burnt fur. Even now on the mesa, there was an sullen, humid heat to the air that made him feel feverish. The silver runes on his body were so cold in the disgustingly warm atmosphere that they burned him.

He couldn't get in through the border like a civilized dragon? Fine. He'd go the long way, again. He'd stop whichever abomination they had released on themselves through their own tampering with magics that were beyond mere dragons to control, and then just maybe if there was still a clan to speak of afterward he'd case them all in ice so they had time to think about what a frostbitten pain in his ass they had been.

Such grudges were unlike him. But so was being hot and sweaty and trudging well over two thousand godsdamned kilometers, a fourth of which was through the Ashfall Waste.

He crested the Sundew Falls three days and forty leagues later with his abyssmal mood still very intact. So he was unprepared and in the exact wrong mood for the loud and hearty greeting he received from Otahunaiti.

"That was quite a climb!" the coatl exclaimed. "Takes a seasoned small-breed to sail up the falls like you did. Usually only the skydancers can manage it untrained!"

Renat squinted against the sunlight. The sea breeze was cool, and the air had a refreshing late autumnal bite, but it was nowhere near cold enough. "Your queen or your ice liaison."

"Don't have a proper liasion for Ice right now. If you want to talk to the queen, you'll have to do the usual, request an audience, get approved."

Renat pressed his lips together and brushed past, only to find the rod of a trident pressing against his chest, barring his way. Otahunaiti grinned lazily. "This is Diver's March, brother. We don't get much traffic, but that doesn't mean any wayward traveller can just make their way up here like a salmon and pass into Aphaster territory." He retracted the trident. "Runes means you have to pass inspection. Rule of the clan, we have to know if they're active and what they do."

The tips of Renat's fur frosted. "Shall I tell you what they do?"

"That's nice of you, but we have to have it verified."

A silence fell between them. Otahunaiti smiled with such blitheness he couldn't possibly not understand the danger in Renat's tired, bloodshot stare. For awhile, Renat silently calculated the odds that the coatl knew something he didn't. The silence ended when he decided he really didn't care. He stomped by, and this time when the trident touched his chest, he simply pushed it aside and kept heading east. The frozen statue of the Water Margrave fell to the ground. He'd thaw in an hour. Maybe.

Barring some similar ice sculptures dotting the Summerlands, Renat's journey was largely undisturbed. He looked a foreboding and irritable tundra in a sea of humanoid glamours that weren't terribly hasty to get in the way of whatever he was stomping toward. He was almost calm by the time he'd sniffed his way to the Hall of Five Lights.

Enough to note Arcanus standing sentry just inside the interior shadows of the building.

"No closer," the guardian warned.

"Your queen," Renat demanded.

"Are you truly arrogant enough to trespass and attempt to command our queen’s time?"

"Arrogance is not a factor, and neither are your laws.” Frost crept out from Renat’s feet, steaming against the steps and stone but not melting as it encroached. “I’m not here for diplomacy. I’m here to fix your mess, as Glaciers always fix the messes of Arcanites."

Arcanus didn’t wait for Renat. A shimmering field of his magic surged out from his body, forcing the ice magic back in a sharp circle and hissing as it pushed against Renat’s own magic. A pink spark crept over his sword, and the edges lit with element that came to an edge thin as paper and keen as a shard of broken glass.

Renat regarded the display every bit as seriously as he should. Arcanus wasn’t as powerful as the archmage or that tundra whelp who had knocked him out all those eons ago, but such sharp element control was not the skill of a fool or an amateur. He reached for his staff, and immediately snatched it back. Blood ran hot over his paw, but slowed to a coagulated drip that froze into red icicles hangs from his claws.

Bestealcian materialized at Arcanus’ side, waving her sickle with an overbright grin. “If you draw a weapon here, I have to kill you, so think carefully, okay~?”

Renat looked between then and gave a muffled by furious growl. “Fine,” he spat, sitting purposefully on his haunches. “Fine, I will not force my way in. But if your queen has any sense, she will see me. I have reason to believe an Outsider is near.”

As though she’d been summoned, Telos walked out into the light with her arms crossed. Her gaze had a sort of annoyed triumph in it that silently asked ‘was that so hard?’. “So it’s one of your charges, and you lost it.”

“How dare you,” Renat bristled, rising defensively to his feet. “I wouldn’t have lost it if your clan hadn’t moved your artifact in such a stupid fashion.”

“We spared the entirety of southern Sornieth from exposure. I think regardless of what happens today, we were objectively right on that one.” She made a vague gesture and both Arcanus and Bestealcian stowed their weapons and stood aside. “Let’s get this dealt with,” she said, turning back into the building. “Unless you’d like to stay out there and profess your prejudices against Arcanites some more.”

Renat took a deep breath, prayed to the Warden to give him patience, and followed her in. At the desk was a man who shared a close resemblance with the queen and watched him with wary eyes. “I thought the child would be here?”

“Child?” Telos asked, sinking into her chair at the tribunal desk with a hardening expression. “You have business with my son?”

“I don’t care about your son. Where is Hibernas’ child? It was through him that I became aware of the escapee.”

Zo crossed his arms and regarded him coolly. “Katiyana corresponded with you?”

Renat sat across from them feeling strangely uncomfortably. “Not exactly.” The half circle was fine if you were sitting on the queen’s side, but where he sat it felt like he was in the seat of a dragon on trial. Knowing Arcanus and Bestealcian were at his back did not help the impression. “They inherited Hibernas’ essence, in part. You had some sort of disturbance out here, and the Warden was able to feel it through them. It’s definitely one of our ward, and I’ve come to collect it before it kills one of you.”

“He did say you would be here today,” Zo admitted. “But Katiyana is not what Hibernas was. He doesn’t want to know you or any other Chosen.”

“And just who are you supposed to be, queensbrood? His guardian?”

That joke was already eons old when the first guardian emerged from the Sea of a Thousand Currents, but Zo only stared with all the more intensity. “If I need to be.”

“What I want to know,” Telos interjected. “Is what part of this necessitated you barging into my territory in such bad temper? Why did you come straight to me if you were looking for Katiyana?”

“Because a plan is necessary.”

Telos mulled this over, shifting her her jaw and nodding to herself as she pieced things together. “I understand. You thought you were going to find a colleague here. One who had me quaking from the thought that this Outsider thing was my fault. And you thought you’d find a wilting, apologetic queen you could walk right over.” She poured herself a glass of water and sat back. “Arcanus, please remove our guest’s hood.”

The white wool slid from Renat’s head before he could reach to keep it in place. His eyes were white on white, a blinding blizzard on top of an icy glacier. The runes along her snout were silver, with no hint of coolness or warmth, perfectly neutral and faintly glowing.

“It’s rude to hide your face when you’re before the head of a clan,” she explained mildly. “And personally, I like to watch the expressions of people who are negotiating with me. Because you are negotiating with me, Renat, I want some things from you.”

“You think it fine to bargain when your people’s lives are in danger? If you give me the information I can imprison the creature and be done with it. We could leave the ruins in mere days!”

“So you’re confident you can traverse the blackest places in the Hewn City?” His silence and the widening of his eyes betrayed him. “I did not think so.”

“The trouble in Hewn City is...the Outsider?” he rasped.

“We have reason to believe it’s a pearlcatcher named Hitth,” Zo explained. “Who was masquerading as some manner of oracle.”

“If it appears to be the species you say, it’s a pearlsnatcher for sure. They’re attracted to memories so peeking at other’s hearts and minds is up their alley. And it is a very old pearlsnatcher if it can hide itself safely in Hewn City. What else?”

Telos held up her glass to give Zo pause. “During the burst that brought you here, my Tribune of Health was harmed. She had previously been forcibly exposed to a prophetic bubble, and whatever happened has left her a state of hysteria that usual ice magic treatments have not been able to calm.”

“I’m not a doctor.”

“I’m aware.”

Renat snorted. It wasn’t his business. But maybe he might be able to get more information by investigating her later. “I’ll do what I can.”

Telos gestured for Zo to continue, and he flipped through his field manual. “There really isn’t much of note. Hitth is blind, they don’t appear to exhibit any physical skills or malice... All they do is show dragons who approach them their heart’s desire and while we have our suspicious, we have no idea to what end they do this.”

“You don’t?” Renat looked incredulously from Telos to Arcanus to Bestealcian and back. “None of your clan has given in?”

“I’ve been six times,” Bestealcian chirped helpfully.

“You're an idiot. It would have devoured you if you gave in for even a second.” Renat closed his eyes and held on to the edge of the table with suddenly shaking claws. “You are dealing with an Outsider who was called The Thousand Faceted and the Many-Faced King. It offers a gaze into other planes that match of looker wants, and then it consumed those who chase it. It absorbs their memories and makes its own being like a pearl of the lives it has taken.”

“And grows stronger...?” Telos guessed dourly.

Renat nodded his head, and watched white spots dance behind his clenched eyelids. Behind him something clattered, and he looked back in time to see Arcanus rapidly vanishing.

Bestealcian pointed after him. “Should I...”

“No, let him go.” Telos sighed and her expression softened fractionally. “Ashes visited Hitth many times. Until now we suspected but had no proof it would be fatal. And to be devoured...” She shivered. “Hopefully Ashes will feel less compelled to chase illusions now.”

Renat gazed at the queen wearily. All of his irritation had hardened into grueling resolve. He had so much work to do. “It’s not an illusion.”

Every eye in the room went to him.

There was so much they didn’t know, and he hadn’t planned to tell them, but with no other Ice representative to talk to and Katiyana apparently hiding from him... “What the creature shows is real. Not in this world, but in some other. The facets are not mirrors or some tools of illusion, they are doorways it holds within itself. It opens them every time some--” He glared at Bestealcian. “--shade-pissing idiot asks for it to find another reality.”

She flicked her tongue slowly. “So even though I didn’t take the bait...”

“You still gave it permission to open another door and add another facet.” He dragged his claws over his face. “And the more it has, the stronger it gets.”

In the grave quiet that settled while they each attempted to roughly calculate what they might be dealing with, Bestealcian scratched abashedly at her plumage. ‘Well...shit.”

#Flight Rising #Voices from the Eclipse #c: renat #C: Telos #c: bestealcian

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polyscripts · 7 years

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You’d Won

Prompt; “I’ve been fighting in this revolution before it could even be called that!” --- so basically this is mostly just reader (you), and how you made your way through the ages as a bad ass ;)

Pairing(s); Washington's x reader , hamilsquad x reader (platonic) , Ben Tallmadge x reader (platonic)

Warning(s); canon era , mostly just historical moments, fluff, angst at the end

A/N; this is maaaad old lol, but I finished it up? MOSTLY JUST READER , posted it because its the 444444thththththt

okay so if you haven't seen Turn; Washington Spies , do it because that show is highkey the shiiiit

March 5th, 1770 - Boston Massacre

(This is NOT completely historically accurate)

“I’ll be fine Martha, I swear” you whined, but the said woman only held you closer from where she had you wrapped up in her arms. You sighed, finally melting into her motherly touch, absorbing as much warmth from her as you could.

“I know, I just wish you’d stay here with us” she pouted, pulling away to caress your cheeks. You sighed but gave her a soft smile that would sooth her nerves for the most part. “You know how I feel about you going out there” she scolded.

“I won’t be gone long, besides- you two are the closest i have to family anyways” she smiled happily at you before another voice spoke from the other side of the room.

“Do they know your coming? Will you write once your safely there?” your attention turned to George’s voice as he came up from where he stood silently in the doorway. You rolled your eyes, of corse he would be the next one to baby you. That’s all they ever did to you.

“Of corse, what do I look like?” you teased, but it didn't sooth his worried lines, as he came up to envelope you in his arms. You immediately returned his hug, capturing the feeling as much as you could before you forced yourself to pull away. Knowing if you’d stayed up in his arms any longer you’d end up postponing your trip later than expected.

“Stay aware” were his words of warning, hand resting on your shoulder as he stared down at you with loving eyes. The love a father had for his daughter.

“Of corse”

“To YNN!” once in Boston you had met with Sam and Ben before running to the pub to celebrate your arrival. 3 pints in and you were standing on tables, screaming of freedom.

“-And to the revolution!” that caused the tavern to erupt into even more screams, the sound floating through the nights air. The screaming also catching a few unwanted attention from officers patrolling the streets.

“Whats going on in here?” a voice boomed through the shouting, almost silencing the crowd. You turned from where Ben had you up in his arms, he was introducing you to Sam Adams who was also fighting for a revolution. You both got along well, speaking passionately about freedom and starting a group of soldiers to help jumpstart the revolution.

Your eyes snapped over to the man standing in the doorway, his red jacket and powdered wig making him stand out in the sea of dark colors. He was glaring at a younger girl who was innocently trying to pass beers around to the men. You watched as the officer reached for the girl, but you spoke up before he could lay his hands on her.

“Dont touch her ass hole” all eyes seemed to turn to you, wide and stunned that it was a woman instead of a man. The officer glared at you before a sly grin curled at his lips, his hands going to his hips.

“- and what’ll you do, whore” the name rolled off his tongue like venom, and it made your blood hot with anger. Your hands clenched into fist as you stomped up to him, the crowd parting like the sea to allow you access. The look in your eye was dangerous, and you swore you saw the grin falter for a second before returning challengingly.

“I’ll make sure your head is wrapped up in a pretty bow for the king” you snarled. Thats what seemed to cause the chaos, one second you were inside the tavern, the next you were being dragged out into the streets.

“Unhand her!” Sam shouted, reaching for a bottle and throwing it nowhere. The bottle shattered in the street, causing other officers to halt there patrol and rush over. The crowd from inside poured out into the street, the shouting growing louder as people began to peek out from within there homes.

“Silence!” the officer who still gripped your arm, shouted but their screams never did. You took his distracted state and elbowed him in his side, kicking his knee in before running away. You faintly heard him shout ‘fire’ before the first shot rang out.

It was like a cannon going off in your ear as you watched a boy, no older than 15, hit the ground in a puddle of his own blood. You were so close, you felt the warmth of his blood splatter against your face. After that there was nothing but screams and gun shots that filled the air. You felt someone grip your arm, spinning around just int time for something to hit you across the face.

“This’ll teach you to interfere with a mans business” You growled, rolling away before he could stab you with his bayonet. You kicked him between the legs, spitting the mouthful of blood in his direction. While doing this you missed the other red coat who was trying to sneak up on you.

“Miss! Watch out!” you felt a hand grip your arm in time to dodge the business end of a bayonet. You blinked away your daze to see who your savior was, your eyes locking with a pair of hazel ones.

“Are you alright?” he asked worriedly, eyes darting all across your blood stained face. The gunshots seemed to be over, nothing left but soft cries and frantic shouting for doctors.

You looked back at the man who was holding your arms in his grip, a lost puppy look on his face as he studied you. You opened your mouth in response, but crumpled seconds after, clutching to your side in pain. When you pulled your hand away, blood coated your finger tips. “Not now..” you groaned a bit in annoyance. You must’ve been to into the fight to feel yourself being shot.

“Y-Your bleeding! We gotta get you to a doctor!” the man panicked, already looking around as if one would appear right before your eyes. You rolled your eyes at his lack of cool, and leaned back against the brick wall for support. You hissed as you pushed against your wound to at least cease the bleeding.

“Who are you..” you asked suddenly, his head whipping back to face you, a shadow casting across his face. His eyes flashed in your mind, a soft hazel with a face full of freckles to top it off.

“I-I’m John Lauren’s, I was passing by when the gun shots started” he explained, running a hand through his mess of curls. You nodded silently, hissing when the bullet in your side began to burn.

“You need a doctor, theres a hospital-”

“Don’t, just take me to the house down the street from here” you hissed out, the pain only increasing the longer he stood there and worried. He hesitated, but one look from you had him moving you towards a house were two men stood already standing on the doorstep. One of them perked up at the sight of you hanging off Johns arm, and rushed to meet the two of you.

“What the fuck happened?!” Sam growled at John who was handing you over to Ben who scooped you up into his arms. Sam grabbed the boy by the collar, a menacing look in his eyes as John stuttered, you quickly intervened.

“He’s John, h-he saved me” you breathed, groaning as your blood grew thicker the more it left your body. Ben gave Sam a look as if to back down, and with a sigh he tossed John away. The boy stumbled back, a worried look still plastered across his face as Ben disappeared inside with you in his arms. Samuel blonde his view from inside, crossing his arms over his chest to seem bigger, while narrowing his eyes down at him.

“Thanks a lot kid, but she’ll be fine, you did a good thing. Now go home” with that he stepped inside and slammed the door shut behind him.

December 16, 1773 - Boston Tea Party

“I say we go tonight, their’ll be less officers on patrol with the new shipment coming in from the east” Ben nodded in agreement while looking back at Sam who gave you a proud grin. He slapped you on the back as you blushed but smiled back just as bright.

“Right on YNN, you heard her lads, we move tonight”

The air was freezing, the water just barely well enough to sail across as you and the others boarded a small boat less to be seen. You opted out of dressing in Indians wear, choosing your revolutionary garments instead.

“Stay low, you never know who could be watching” you hissed quietly, the men nodded and kept there heads bowed and ears open for any movement. Sam and Ben rowing across as you looked around. Your eyes caught sight of a man in the far back, he much much larger than all the others, and you stifled a giggled as he attempted to make himself smaller.

“It’s okay, you’ll be our strongest man up there” You could tell he was startled from how he jumped, nearly rocking the boat to the side. He stuttered out useless words as you simply took a seat beside him.

He surly was bulky, with a strong frame, and dark skin that resembled rich soil. His deep brown eyes bored into your soul, but he looked down before you could look any longer. He was tense at the sudden attention you were giving him, going silent when you didn't question him on the color of his skin.

“I’m YN, but you can call me YNN, whats yours?” you asked as softly as you could. The others were murmuring softly amongst themselves, but he just fiddled with his fingers. You laid a hand over his, yours dwarfed in comparison to his. “..your allowed a voice when your around me” you reassured.

He looked at you hopefully, a small barrel noticeable smile on his face as he spoke as softly as he could. “M’ Hercules, ma’m, just Hercules” his voice was deep and sent shivers down your back as you smiled back at him. The smiled caused butterflies to erupt in his stomach but her forced them down knowing the consequences of his feelings.

“Well Hercules, I'm glad you could make it” you smiled, he nodded but went silent again. You took notice how he wasn't wearing much of anything to protect him from the cold. You removed the gray bundle from your head and handed it to him, the action surprising him.

“Here.. take this” you handed him the beanie, not knowing that this single article of clothing, he would hold dearly to him for the rest of his life. He stared down at the wool, running his calloused thumbs over the rough fabric.

“YN! We’re here” you snapped your head over to Sam and Ben who motioned you over. You patted Hercules on the back before giving him one last determined look, your signature look.

“We fight for this country Herc, for all of us”

He didn't know this would be the last time he’d see you for a long time. After the tea had been dumped into the harbor, you all ran and jumped over board before swimming back ashore where a crowd stood cheering loudly. He searched for you through the mass, but only caught a glimpse of you mounting your horse with a satisfactory smile. He tried calling out for you, but you were riding away into the night before you could be caught.

July 4th, 1776 - New York City

You were in New York with Sam, joining your father figure in the signing of the Declaration. You loved New York for the vibes it sent you. The streets were constantly filled with revolutionist, all fighting for the same cause as you.

In the years leading up to now, you’ve become a bit of a celebrity within the colonies. Citizens would stop you in the street just to discuss how happy and free they’ve felt after your acts of rebellion down in Boston. You couldn’t take full credit, if it weren't for all the connects you made in the years, you didn't know where you’d be.

But now that Boston was striving now without your aide, New York was the next best spot to spark more inspiration. Although you had to keep a low profile as of recently after being wanted all across by the king himself. Especially when there were loyalist still sneaking about willing to snitch you out.

“Ugh, another one..” Sam muttered, barely sparing the man a glance as he continued looking forward. You glanced over to the man standing on a soap box in the middle of the square. You could just barely make out the words he was saying, but a few stuck out to you. And not in a positive way.

“Head not the rebels, who scream revolution, they have not your interest at heart!”

You made a face of annoyance, not have there interest at heart? Who the fuck was this guy? Your jaw clenched in annoyance, staring across the square at where he continued to shout out in free speech. What angered you more was the crowd that seemed to surround him.

“Go on, I’ve never stopped you before, and I'm sure I could break you out of jail this time” Sam laughed, turning his back so he’d have deniability. You snickered before turning on your heel striding towards the action.

“You must not value your life if you speak of the king in front of a his worst enemy” the crowd parted at the sight of you, a few gasping and squealing like school girls at your presence. You slowly walked towards the soap box, climbing up and presenting an air of dominance that made the man cower.

“Excuse me-”

“You believe wrong if you think someone like me could give less of a rats ass about what you had to say” you sneered, the man stumbled back nearly falling off the makeshift stage. The crowd laughed at this as you turned to them, your signature adorning your face as you placed a hand on your hip.

“Who says that little island should mess with us?! I say we fight back, as a colony!” the crowd cheered loudly, you laughed loud as you scanned the group of newly rowdy rebels. You caught a pair of familiar faces who seemed just as happy to see you again as you.

“YN!”

You waved happily, but froze when you heard a sharp cough from behind you. You winced, turning slowly to the two officers who glared down at you, prepared to grab and arrest you.

“YN LN, you’re under arrest for-”

“Yea, yea I know, but you’ll have to catch me first~” you teased, dodging there hands and running right under there advances. You stole a glance back, sending a wink at the pair before disappearing around the corner.

October 17th , 1779

When you rejoined with George you were well into your position of fighting for the freedom of the colonies. You were rising up, everyone knew that and they supported it, only few disapproved but they never voiced it to you in your face. They’d rather keep their teeth.

“I’m gonna need a right hand man..” George began, your excitement escalating a bit as you leaned forward. He looked thoughtful, as if he even needed to think about it when you already knew the person for the job.

“Then let me be it!” you begged, startling him as he looked at you as if you had three heads. You looked so hopeful that if he were any other man, he’d laugh in your face. Except he only shook his head, having already had this conversation with you before. It was a typical argument, he always claimed your woman hood would through everyone off.

“We’ve discussed this already, YN” he returned to pacing his office while you huffed and stood up from your seat. You stood before him, his frame towering over you, but your hard gaze stopped his pacing.

“Then why can’t it be me!” you begged, but he just brushed past you, names and faces flashing across his mind for possible men. Your face appeared more time than he could count, but he couldn’t risk your safety in a mans war.

“You know why YNN, You’re just-”

“Just what? A woman? So what! I’ve done so much for this revolution! hell! I’ve been fighting it before it could even be called that!” you shouted now, your frustration building as he rolled his eyes and placed a hand on your arm. You glared up at him and stepped away, ignoring his sigh of annoyance.

“Go home, YNN” he finally muttered, walking towards his desk, a sign he was done arguing. but you sure as hell weren’t.

“No! Who better to command an army than me! I’ve fought plenty of red coats! I’ve-” you began to argue more, but his shoulders slumped in defeat knowing there was nothing he could do to stop it.

“YNN..”

“I’ve worked so hard! you can't just-”

“YN”

“You can't just brush me aside! I thought I-”

“YN!” “I thought you saw me as your daughter!”

There was a tense silence in the air now, tension thick as George slowly turned to face you now. You were breathing heavily, eyes blurry with tears. His eyebrows furrowed in guilt, his heart heavy as his mouth opened and closed with no words leaving them.

Your jaw clenched when Alexander entered the room, looking between the both of you confused. He opened his mouth to address the tension in the room when George spoke over him, using his General voice, as if nothing had just happened.

“Alexander, I was just discussing with YNN how well of a position you would fit..” you felt your hands ball up in fist, your eyes trained on a spot on the ground. Alex looked over to you, excited, but clearly still worried about sudden silence. You never were one for silence, always needing to involve your opinion over everyone else.

“What position is that, sir?”

“I want you to be my right hand man..” the words left his mouth so easily you felt as if a ton had been dropped on your heart. You bit your lip to hold back a frustrated shout, but you just opted to snap your glare up at them.

George had a hand on Alex’s shoulder, a proud look, a look a father gave his son. In that moment all you wanted was to rip him apart with your words, to tell the man who had practically raised you, that you hated him. That you hated everything he’d ever done to you, but then you’d be lying..

“I would be honored, sir” you were nearly shaking as you looked at Alex almost shocked, but not really, you knew how much he cared about his ego. Thats what drew the both of you to each other, your constant need to take for your own gain. He knew this position would take him places even after the war was through, but still. You would’ve thought at least your best friend, would say no to the offer you’d been speaking about since you’d met.

“Then lets get started right away son” that was all it took for your brain to mentally stop. Your breathing halted, your eyes went unfocused as you clenched your jaw so tight it might have popped. You didn't realize you were staring so coldly towards them until you heard Alex call out to you.

“YNN are you alright?” you blinked a bit, before focusing your gaze on them again. George looked sincerely guilty, and Alex looked a bit scared but you didn't care, you were heartbroken enough.

You didn't utter a single word to his worried ones, just turned on your heel and left. Forgetting all casualties, forgetting to bid your father, no, that man a goodnight. You just forgot because you’d never felt so insignificant, humiliated and infuriated, at this war until tonight.

December 24th , 1781 - YorkTown

You hadn’t seen George in years since the incident, you couldn't bare to even look at him after everything you’ve done to get so far. Even after all your hard work, being a woman still seemed to stop you from getting anything truly done.

But you didn't let it stop you from fighting, from winning the war you'd been fighting for, for so long. You didn't know you’d regret now sending your letters to him sooner, that you’d regret not telling him that you were sorry for being childish and running off. That you loved him, that he was your father and you didn't hate him, but missed him and needed him. But somewhere deep down you knew he already knew this, that he loved you so much more, and missed you so much more and worried for you every day that passed.

So laying here, in a puddle of your blood as the smoke of the cannons slowly seemed to fade into the air, you didn't feel bad about it. The sounds of war were distant, the fighting had long since stopped and you took in the smells of victory. The smell of ash and copper filled your senses, what would be the bitter taste of your blood on your tongue was sweet with the thought that you’d won.

You knew that George would look for you after the war was done, would write you when you didn't return to Mount Vernon. When he’d return to see Martha's tear stricken face, holding a letter with your name written with an apology at the bottom, he’d know. But for now, he’d hold her and cry with her, tell the others of your victory and celebrate you for all that you’d done.

Because he’d know that you won...

I didn't go back and edit because I just really wanted to post this :))

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