#he's determined not to let danny suffer the same fate

[hypewinter]

Early Accident AU

So Danny becomes Phantom at like age 8 or something right. And everything goes just about similar to canon, including TUE. The only difference is that instead of the meeting being called because Danny cheated on a career aptitude test, it's now because his teacher is just worried about him and is staging a sorta intervention thing.

So anyway, Danny cannot stop the Nasty Burger explosion and ends up going to live with Vlad. Which isn't going well. He's constantly crying and feeling guilty for not stopping the incident. There's also the constant fear that he'll become Dan. Vlad is doing nothing to address any of this. Instead he's showing off his godson to anyone and everyone and bragging about how smart he is. In fact, that's exactly what he does when he gets invited to a Wayne Gala.

The bats take one look at this kid, who's eyes are still red from crying, being dragged around by his guardian and alarm bells immediately start ringing. Especially for Tim who experienced what it was like being dragged around to special events even when he was incredibly ill.

The bats get even more concerned when Vlad pulls his charge into a corner to scold him for looking miserable instead of comforting him. He's telling the kid stuff like only babies are allowed to get away with crying and that if he continues making the man look bad, he'll be punished when they get home.

Danny does his best to suck it up. He tries to push down all the swirling emotions surrounding his powers, the death of all his loved ones, and even the unprocessed trauma of his own death. He ends up going to the bathroom to try to splash some water in his face and calm down.

As he's making his way back to Vlad, he is intercepted by Tim. When this kind stranger sincerely asks him if he's ok, he breaks down. This is the first person to genuinely ask him how he's doing since he's family's death outside of people doing it for the sake of pleasantries.

Now the boy is absolutely ugly crying in front of this whole party of people and Vlad is not pleased to say the least. He tries to snatch Danny up and whisk him away but the bats intervene. Bruce says something about knowing how to console children as Dick ushers Danny into a separate room where Alfred is already waiting with some hot chocolate.

After a while Danny starts to calm down and he goes to wipe his eyes. As he's doing this, his sleeve slips down a little, revealing an arm covered in bandaids. To explain, it hasn't been that long since Danny came to live with Vlad. Couple that with his healing factor being slower due to his emotional state and he has a couple of small wounds still remaining from his fights that have yet to heal.

Of course the bats don't know where those wounds are from. All they know is that there's no way in hell Danny is leaving this manor with Vlad.

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc #dcxdp #winter's tales #danny isn't initially onboard with the whole thing #despite everything he still thinks of vlad like an uncle and doesn't want to leave him #but after the bats tell him 'look kid we're complete strangers and even we looked after you better than him' #he has no rebuttal #tim definitely takes the lead on this one #he looks at danny and sees so much of himself within him #which terrifies him #because he remembers just how much crap he went through at that age and beyond #and how good he was at hiding it #or downplaying it #he's determined not to let danny suffer the same fate

[justallamaimaginingthings]

Goodbye [Jorah Mormont x Reader]

Request: "Because the finale made me angsty could u do a jon snow or Jorah Mormont x reader that takes place during ep. 3 and the reader is killed and then turned into a wight and they are forced to fight her? Maybe they don’t know she is dead until they see her turned?" by anonymous

"22 with jorah? My heart is broken" by anonymous

A/n: Stress is making me an absolute bitch, so I thought you should all suffer with me. Please enjoy the angst. Plus, I feel like I've been only writing for Jorah these days and even though he's one of my faves, the next ones will be about Jon (will probably also write this one about him too), Oberyn, Jaqen and more.

Prompt: 22: "This isn't goodbye"

Words: 2000ish  ||  GoT Masterlist

His reason

That’s what you were for Jorah, the reason why he stayed strong through everything, the reason why he kept trying even in the darkest of times, the reason why he carried on. If it weren’t for you he would have given up long ago but you were what kept him standing, his anchor and his light in the darkness. He couldn’t imagine a life without you by his side and that’s why he insisted so much on the fact that you shouldn’t fight in the Battle of Winterfell.

“I can take care of myself” you argued stubbornly and even though Jorah knew that to be a fact, it wasn’t enough to ease his worry. Having seen you risk your life multiple times since the two of you met, Jorah knew that sometimes your bravery overcame logic, getting into dangerous situations without hesitation in order to do what was right. And even though he admired your sense your courage and determination, your recklessness had pushed him to become more protective towards you.

“Y/n, this is an enemy unlike any other we’ve ever faced before. This is death” he pleaded and you had never seen such a desperate look on his face. It was a battle you were probably going to lose and you both knew it, but you would certainly fight it. The Starks had never been the ones to give up, after all, and neither were you.

“Jorah there is no way in seven hells I’ll stay in a crypt while you and every other person I know and love fight against the dead. I need to do this” you insisted. Truth was you’d never forgive yourself if something happened to him and you hadn’t been there. A long time ago you had made a promise and you were determined to keep it. Jorah had known you would not give up easily, just like you had never done so in the past. He couldn't help hoping this time would be different though.

And it was at this moment the horns of Winterfell rang.

“Please” he begged framing your face with both his hands.

“Fear not, my love for this isn’t goodbye, I promise” you replied pulling him into a fervent kiss. Jorah's fear and worry was evident as his grip on your waist was tighter than ever, holding you close to his chest as he tried to put all his feeling into the kiss.

If there was one thing you took pride in that was being a person of your word. Not a single one of the promises you had ever given were broken, even the smallest and more insignificant ones. And out of all, this one turned out to be the one you wouldn’t be able to keep. The moment you saw the wights surrounding Daenerys, you knew there was no possible way you’d come out of this alive.

“I’m sorry” you whispered shooting a sorrowful look towards the castle of Winterfell, knowing Jorah was somewhere in there fighting for his life. Quickly turning your eyes away, the grip on your sword tightened to the point where your knuckles turned white as you ran towards your Queen. Cutting and slicing through the undead you made your way towards her just in time to cut off the hand that was extending towards her hair.

“Y/n?” She asked in a trembling voice.

“Stay behind me. We just have to make it to the walls” you yelled in order to be heard through the cries of the battle. She nodded before surprising the both of you by picking up a fallen sword. Looking at her, you gave the most reassuring smile you could muster. By that time a bunch of wights had gathered around you and it seemed like each one you killed was replaced by two more. Soon you were so tired you could barely hold your sword in your hands, but you refused to give up even after having taken multiple hits.

By the time Drogon flew above you, grabbing Daenerys in his wing and helping her ride him, you were a bleeding wreck. Your hands were shaking in exhaustion and the slightest action caused an immense wave of pain course through your body. Drogon turned around in the sky, heading back to your aid and for a second you believed that maybe there was a way out. That was your mistake, hope. A wight took advantage of your distraction and kicked you to the ground. Your sword fell out of your hand and by the time you grabbed it, four of the undead creatures had gathered around you.

The last thing you remember was Danny's heart wrenching outcry as a cold piece of metal pierced through your chest.

Since the moment Jorah had lost sight of you, a dreadful feeling of fear had taken its place in the back of his mind only getting stronger as time went by and upon hearing Drogon's sorrowful shriek he realized something had actually happened. The newfound sense of horror sent another wave of adrenaline through his veins as he sliced his way through wights. However, there seemed to be a never ending number of creatures rushing into the castle to replace the ones they managed to kill.

Jorah's face was covered in cuts and bruises and every muscle in his body ached in exhaustion as he fought off as many of the creatures as possible with only one thought burning through his mind. He needed to know you were fine because of you didn't make it nothing of this would matter. Looking around he had the chance to observe the absolute hell that was taking place around him. There was almost no hint of light, forcing the soldiers to fight in near darkness and the sound of metal clashing against metal was deafening, mixing with the pained cries of the injured to create an atrocious symphony.

The situation was already turning out to be increasingly tough for the living when the first bodies began rising. Everywhere he looked there was a hauntingly pale pair of emotionless eyes staring back at him as every one of the fallen was resurrected. The scene seemed to be taken out of a nightmare as Jorah was forced to turn against his own friends and allies, killing people he had seen and talked to less than hours ago. Despite knowing those he once knew were long gone, each time his sword hurt one of them something deep inside him shattered.

But fate's cruelest turn was yet to be revealed.

The sight Jorah was faced with when he turned around was one that actually broke him. Your once beautiful and warm eyes had turned pale blue, completely void of emotion as you turned to look at him without showing any signs of recognizing who he was. Jorah couldn't bring himself to step back as your familiar figure headed towards him. Stepping out of the shadows, a ray of light shone on your body allowing Jorah to see the massive blood stain covering your whole chest.

"No…" he whispered trying to tear his eyes off you. No, this wasn't you, his Y/n was long gone and standing in front of him was a sadistic joke fate was playing on him. An inhuman growl passed through your lips causing Jorah's blood to turn to ice. The same soft and sweet pair of lips he would never get enough of.

As your form moved closer, Jorah was barely enough to step back so that he could avoid your sword swinging at him. Taking another step back, his back hit the wall as his heart sank in his chest. There was only one way out of this but the man couldn't even bear the thought of what he had to do. Jorah's heart clenched in agony as he observed you for what he knew to be the last time. You were the same person he had loved and at the same time something completely different. The stance of your body was cold and unnatural and it no longer radiated the kindness and passion it used to. That was only a puppet wearing your features.

Your sword landed inches away from his face, managing to deliver a small cut on his cheek but he was too numb to notice the drops of blood making their way down his face resembling bloody tears. Managing to pick up the sword once more another hit was about to be blown when Jorah's sword plunged right into your once beating heart causing your body to drop down.

"Forgive me, my love" Jorah's quivering voice whispered as he caught your already cold body before it hit the ground, falling into his knees in the process "Forgive me" he repeated before breaking down in tears as strangled sobs escaped him. At that moment Jorah could feel his heart collapsing into his chest as it was replaced by an empty cold feeling. Leaning his head on your shoulder he allowed himself to break down as he hugged you close.

How he hoped to feel your arms wrap around him and hear your sweet voice reassuring him it was all going to be fine, to be able to kiss your lips and see the smile that made him forget about the world. Playing back your last conversation, your words replayed in his mind. This isn't goodbye, you had promised and what a bittersweet irony that was. In some way this was his fault. If he had convinced you to stay back, if he had kept you next to him during the battle, if…

But it was too late. You were gone and there was nothing he could do to get you back. Jorah's grief was so overwhelming he didn't notice when the dead started collapsing around him. Either way, it didn't matter anymore. Even if he lived, Jorah knew his heart died that night and nothing would ever be the same.

He didn’t know how much time had passed until the tears stopped and he just sank down, unable to weep anymore. Refusing to let go of you, he stayed there brushing away the strands of hair the wind blew into your face. He didn't acknowledge the cold that creeped into his armor for the cold he felt in his soul was much more dangerous, already eating away at him.

It was almost dawn when Grey Worm found him standing next to your body with a devastated look on his eyes as despair and anguish were written all over his face. Jorah resisted any attempts to be taken away from you, not ready for it to be the last time he laid eyes on you. It took three Unsullied to finally carry him away.

After that everything seemed unreal. Daenerys and many others offered their regrets but it was like words had lost their meaning. Jorah felt nothing but a gaping void increasingly growing in his chest. The next day went by without him realizing it when he was given a torch and led right outside the walls of Winterfell.

Seeing your body lay on top of the wooden pile a sickly sense of heartache dominated his heart and soul once more. By the time he reached next to your body, tears were blurring his vision as he took a deep breath in a failed attempt to regain his composure. It was the last time he'd ever see you and there were millions of things he wanted to say forming a knot on his throat yet he stayed silent. Leaning down he left a soft kiss on your forehead, wincing at how cold your skin felt.

"Do you really believe it's possible?" you asked looking up at Jorah trying to hide the melancholy from your voice. Daenerys has been nothing but a fair and just ruler for as long as you had known her, but that was in Essos. Westeros was a completely different story, much more complex and cruel.

"What are you talking about my love?" Jorah's smooth voice made a shiver run down your spine despite the warmth both the warm covers and his body provided.

"A better world" you explained, snuggling even closer to his chest and leaning your head on his shoulder listening to his rhythmic heartbeat. The weight of the question caused the relaxed atmosphere to switch slightly and you almost regretted speaking. Moments of calm and quiet were extremely rare between the two of you.

"We've made it this far, haven't we?" he replied appearing certain of his words, but the tightening of his grip around your waist let you know he wasn't as confident as he aspired to appear.

"We have…" you agreed "And we should keep trying, you know. For a better world"

A better world, that was what Jorah had fought for, but now that the end was almost there, the one person he wanted to share it with was gone and Jorah found himself completely lost once again. It was supposed to be your world, the one the two of you would share after it was all over.

No, he had to be strong. The world you had always dreamt was still in danger and there was no time for grief. You may be gone, Jorah realized, but your dream carried on. That world you had fought and died for was awaiting, calling for him.

"For a better world…" he whispered shoving back his tears. The war was not over and Jorah knew he needed to give his everything into making the world that would surface after all the bloodshed and destruction be one of kindness and compassion. At that moment, Jorah made a vow to do whatever it took to help build this world you so much desired.

Sorrow and regret would have to wait because this was a time of hope.

And Jorah was determined to fight for it even if it killed him.

For a better world

For you

#jorah mormont imagine #jorah mormont x reader #jorah mormont #jorah x reader #jorah imagine #jorah angst #angst #I FEEL BAD FOR THIS #game of thrones #game of thrones imagine #game of thrones x reader #got imagine #got x reader #got #got season 8 #got s8

[stevefromitreviewsgameofthrones]

Stormborn / S7E2

Well that was more action packed!!!

Ok so start small?

Jorah and Sam sitting in a room p e e l i n g…. ok that was gross, good on Sam for sticking it out and finding some sort of cure sick and disgusting though it may be. Being sick already I almost lost it when they jumped from peeling to eating.

Arya on her way south to kill Cersei but stops to visit an old friend.  Upon learning Jon is king of the north and in Winterfell, she abandons the quest to kill Cersei and heads home. … OK while an Arya homecoming is long awaited she’d have likely made short work of Cersei and make the world right again…

So off to the North where she finds Nymeria, both sad and happy moment while it is sad she does not go with Arya she did prove to be exactly like Arya. Ned had told Arya about how she would marry a lord and be a lady, her response was “that’s not me” she wanted Nymeria leader of her own pack and true survivor to come home and be her pet.. but as Arya noted “ that’s not you’ so sad but happy for both.

I did love her eluding to baking a pie or 2 ;)

Daenerys – not feeling it right now. No pomp and circumstance and has the man who betrayed her father and Robert as an advisor. Luckily Varys said all the right things and will be staying by her watchful side. Cue Melisandre with word of Jon Snow Tyrion vouches for Jon and respects him and he is summoned to Dragonstone to bend the knee… we’ll come back to this….

After a little back and forth a battle plan is finally hashed out the Unsullied headed to take Casterly Rock to unhinge the Lannisters and potentially personal revenge for Tyrion and the Greyjoys escort the Sandsnakes back to Dorne to raise the Dornish army and lay siege on King’s Landing. Hmm good solid plan but forgets the looming Euron looking for his kin to kill.

Speaking of Euron… So Yaran and Alaria almost caught with their pants down… I think they have gotten too comfortable while they sailed with the dragons flying overhead since they were caught by surprise. The battle or slaughter as it were, ensues and the fleet destroyed 2 sand snakes dead and one captured along with Alaria Sand. So Theon seemed like the best fighter of their side which makes sense since was trained by a master at arms in Winterfell.  Euron captures Yara and has a blade to her throat and taunts Theon. Theon sees the carnage and men being flayed alive by Euron’s men the fleet on fire hopes of anybody surviving none. Reverts to Reek and jumps ship disappointing Yara and earning mockery from his Uncle… such a coward… OR… was he?

½ the Battle plan strategy hinged on getting the Dornish back to Dorne raising their army and laying siege on King’s Landing. The fleet was destroyed the only survivors would be prisoners to be handed over to Cersei in hopes to win her favor. Euron may be a bit out there but he’s not dumb both Yara and Theon are good fighters so if Theon made a move to save his sister her throat would have surely been slit so Euron only had to fight one at a time. By not trying to save her he pretty much did. If he did try to fight he would have been greatly outnumbered and die.  Nobody would be able to get word to Daenerys that this part of the battle plan failed and no siege on King’s Landing is on its way. Nor would she know ½ her fleet was destroyed. Theon might have assessed the situation and determined the best course of action is to escape alive and alert Daenerys and Tyrion. Also, remember she has another fleet out there heading to Casterly Rock we would not want them to suffer the same fate. Theon ran instead of fight. No, It’s not Iron Born, it’s not what the Drowned Gods would see done. But strategically for the greater purpose, it was the only move he could make.

By the way, how did he so easily find them? Well he was sailing from Kings Landing via Black Water heading North Dragon Stone is on the edge of Black Water Bay on its Northern tip and the envoy headed to Dorne was going South down Black Water Bay. So it was inevitable. Will he go after the other fleet and stop the attack on Casterly Rock? No, he will go back south and deliver his gifts to Cersei so he can win her favor. Thus, missing a prime opportunity to practically win the war for Cersei.

And now Jon, are the Northmen really that dumb? There are a bunch of undead heading south to them and let’s face it if you get killed you end up one of them so they just keep resupplying their army. The only way to kill them is Dragonglass and Valeryian Steel only a few on the steel so a good supply of Dragonglass is needed. Surprisingly there is a stockpile on Dragonstone and Jon has been summoned there to bend a knee. He needs Dragonglass and a powerful ally with Dragons will definitely help win the battle with the others. So a smart man heads south bends the knee gains the aid and trust of this powerful ally and make sure it is a battle they can win…

Northmen? We need you here you belong here protecting us and leading us blah blah cry cry the North should never bend the knee to a southern ruler. Give it a rest, the North cannot hold this battle themselves and will die if they do not get help especially without weapons to kill the wights and the Others. Yes Jon’s grandfather was summoned by the Mad King to bend a knee and was killed Daenerys is not the mad king. Aegon the Conqueror took the 7 kingdoms with 3 dragons she has 3 dragons she will take the 7 Kingdoms she will also remember who did not support her… something to think about.

Ned went south and lost his head to Jeoffrey keep in mind Cersei is still Cersei granted she now has wildfire so even worse. Rob went south and lost his head… Rob was an idiot and broke an agreement. Mistake not soon forgotten. Jon is heading to meet with somebody who did not kill any of his family that is powerful enough to help with the big war to come and can get rid of the mad queen. And at the same time, he can get permission to farm Dragon glass. Strategically he is making a great move that will pay off big. The Northmen need to get over themselves.

Also, Sansa needs to get over Cersei. Yes, she knows her and knows how she thinks she is no-longer her prisoner and the North is now in a position to take a side that can win. Now, of course, there is the knowing glances between her and Little Finger when Jon puts her in charge. I expect Little Finger to make a move once Jon is away but I expect Arya to show up to stop it. As much as Sansa feels she has wisdom and Jon should take her counsel she still acts like a naïve child. She knows nothing about the Night’s King and what is coming that is something she needs to trust Jon about. She holds more hatred for the Mad King who took her Grandfather’s head and holds it against Danny than the Mad Queen who had a part in taking her FATHER’s head?? They also all forget what book readers knew as lore. There was a golden age under Targaryen rule a time of peace and happiness before the Mad King. At one point all 7 kingdoms got along, had tournaments and feasts together. The Mad King caused the dissension, not Daenerys.