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Imagine that you accidentally cause the sparks of a rebellion to rise in the North...
Imagine that you accidentally cause the sparks of a rebellion to rise in the North after you defeat your uncle, Lord Stark, in a trial of combat and take over as Warden of the North.
That would not be an issue though, it was all done by the law. You reasons for the fight, and the orders you made afterwards. Now those were the real material for a Kingdom-wide scandal.
Your beloved aunt died a horribly painful way, all because your uncle thought his precious heir was at risk during the labour. When the maester tried to convince him otherwise and refused to cut her open, your uncle did it himself, causing the death of his wife and child. Hence, your fury was righteous by all standards. The laws you put in place to prevent such a thing from happening again? Those were not so much. At least according to the Crown.
When the women of the Kingdom started to hear whispers of the rights and equality they could gain in the North, they started to migrate. More and more, small folk seeking new homes in your lands, and noble ladies asking for refuge all the same. You granted their wish each time.
Soon after came the first letter from the Maester in the King's council, inquiring about the state of your lands and your adjustment to your new position. The hints of your orders could nóonly be a mistake of a young woman were a sort of warning you did not appreciate. Neither did the Lords under your command, who were not difficult to convince about the new order of things, once you reminded them that their sisters and daughters and granddaughters may suffer even worse fate than your late aunt.
The Northern Lords were aware of the Crown's displeasure, but their honor belonged to their family first, then came the Warnden of the North, and only then the loyalty to the King. And when the third in that line put in question the first two, there was no doubt there would be tension, and not for the benefit of the man sitting on a faraway throne.
The whispers grew, in number and in magnitude, speaking of a Queen in the North and war.
Then came the lesser-wielded threats, from the Lords in the Small Council and the last, signed by the King himself. While your response feigned eagerness to obey the Crown and a naivety regarding the problem, and failing to see a downside to your orders, the threats were not subtle at all.
To your surprise, no war party came, but a final letter from the Hand, the golden prince himself, asking you to consider a personal visit to King's Landing to discuss the matter properly.
Your advisors feared a trap, and you were no fool to think that this little visit couldn't cost you your life, but the temptation to test the almost legendary honour and greatness of the future king was too great to refuse.
Imagine that Aerion accidentally summons you, an ancient sorceress from Old Valyria, one who was cursed with a nature similar to his and one of the few who managed to survive the kind of magic he keeps dreaming about.
He keeps you his little secret. Introducing you as a priestess from his latest exile travel, and you let it because, as much as you feel like a kindred spirit with the foolish boy, he was not the reason you answered his call.
You feel a pull towards someone else. Someone who carries his immeasurable strength with quiet dignity, someone who would be honourable enough to fight for a lowly knight against his own kin because it was the right thing to do. And you might call him a fool for it too, but you don't get to curse anyone but yourself when you run away from the crowd, let the flames consume you, and you step in to save Baelor from the cruel, untimely death that you have just witnessed in a flame a few minutes before it would come true.
And now they all know, for the first time in a long time, there's a living, breathing dragon in Westeros. Fortunately, no one but the mad prince knows it's you.
Imagine that Aerion wants to pursue you but you clearly state that you are not interested.
The blatant refusal has the opposite effect than you hoped for. He likes your wit and fiery nature. For some reason, he loves that you are not scared of him and not afraid to go against him when he goes out of line. He takes it as a challenge.
He showers you with gifts, scares away any other suitor, finds ways to spend time with you, and frankly, just follows you around like a lovesick puppy, to the great amusement of his family.
Imagine that Baelor is pressured by the Council to take a new wife...
Imagine that Baelor is pressured by the Council to take a new wife. They don't care about the sickness that has taken away his father just the day before, that his sons are likely to follow him, that half the kingdom may share their fate. No, their biggest problem is that he doesn't have a wife, who could give him more children in case his sons don't make it.
To say he was angry, would be the understatement of the century. But as fate has it, the perfect candidate barges into his life with a cure for the plague in hand, and a giant wolf following her around everywhere like her shadow.
Imagine that you bring Baelor back from the dead...
Imagine that you bring Baelor back from the dead just as your brother has foreseen it...
Or at least you attempt to, using the little knowledge you have gathered about this kind of magic when you followed your twin around when he started dabbling in some dark practices, until Daeron tries to stop you because he has dreamed that you would give up your fire for your uncle.
You tell him you do not care about the sacrifice you have to make as long as it works, and the words quickly turn ashes in your mouth when Daeron takes the dagger you were using to bleed your life away for Baelor, and he takes your place as a sacrifice.
After it's done and you return home, you are hiding away from the world, drowning yourself in grief, and you wait for the judgment of the people. You can only hope that at least of this, you can bear the weight alone, and it won't drag your beloved uncle down with you.
As only part elf, you could choose between two worlds. And it seems you might have to decide sooner than you expected, with your heart pulling you in two different directions.
Content with spending time in the elven kingdoms, learning the way of your ancestors and slowly gaining control of your abilities, you never even thought of the possibility of finding a place among mortals.
"Your heart is both elf and human, I believe in the worst way possible." - Galadriel
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Handled with Care • Contradictory confession
Jack Abbot x Resident!Reader
(done but needs at the very least 2 previous chapters before it makes sense)
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New heights
Shanks x Reader
(accidental coregasm + orgasm combo, needs some logistics thought out about the mental twister of the smut)
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Reflection (a series)
Charlie Reid x Reader
(a criminal minds Penelopé and Reid inspired Reader who is not willing to break any rules, it's in very detailed bulletpoints and needs to be written written)
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Prūmȳsa sōvīli (We shall fly as we were destined) Aerion Targaryen x Baelor's daughter!Reader
After a decade-long self-exile, you return to Westeros for the tourney...
LIVES RENT FREE IN MY MIND • current obsessions I keep going back to every 2 minutes
The Prince that was promised
Daemon x Jon's twin!Reader
(working title, timetravel AU)
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Reader’s overbearing mother buys the hospital...
Jack Abbot x Doctor!Reader
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The Other One
Henry x powered!Reader
(Henry Creel/001/Peter Ballard/Vecna/Mr. Whatsit - a fix it fic I have 2 endings for and can't decide which way to take this)
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The chains on our soul
Annatar/Sauron x elf!Reader (Fëanor’s daughter!Reader)
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The Heart of the Dark Flame
Éomer x half elf!Reader
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FEELING INSPIRED • random stuff I found interesting
We passed “just friends” about 20 fucks ago
men deserve the same treatment
“let’s get you out of those wet clothes”
heart emoji colors have meaning? - soulmate au
showing up outside your enemy’s door
“I hate you”
time loop
having more than 1 soulmate, different kinds (can’t find the link 😭)
Alpha!Jack Abbot x Omega!Reader x Alpha!Michael 'Robby' Robinavitch
Summary: You are in financial and hormonal trouble but you find a solution to both in a fairly new job opportunity for unmated omegas...
Warnings: ANGST!!!, kinda dark, A/B/O AU, very very alternate universe, society inspired by the Handmaid's Tale and Dune as far as omegas are considered, I honestly don't know what is this, basically sex work is legal, hints that an omega is considered more of a subject or accessory than a fully functional person even when the idiot of her partner doesn't have bad intentions, infertility, dub con?, a lot of orgasms, sharing women, PiV, free use, anonymous sex, knotting, creampie, cum eating, idk... let me know if I missed something, no beta whatsoever (lame pun intended)
~ 1.500 words
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You thought the Lockdown order forbidding Omegas to work during COVID was ridiculous, although it didn't affect you for nearly two years because you were one of the lucky ones who could work remotely during that time, so you didn't really pay much attention to the implementation of the Alpha Care Service either, half a year after the Lockdown was lifted. Maybe you should have.
Three months ago, your hormones started to act up, and despite still being considered infertile, you were starting to get the symptoms of a heat. You tried suppressants and other treatments, but nothing seemed to work; you were getting needier by the day, and it was affecting your mental state.
There were not many options, other than finding an Alpha, but you were still surprised when your doctor suggested that you sign up for the Alpha Care Service.
It's not that you judged those who provided such services, but you knew letting people use your body like that wasn't for you, even if it really served its purpose and calmed the Alphas who started to rage in the lack of Omegas in their proximity since the Lockdown.
You couldn't let one person close for fucks sake, if you could, you wouldn't be having this issue in the first place.
But as life would have it, your affordable rental was sold out from underneath you, and you didn't have the cash for a deposit or the chance to get enough in the two months you had until you had to move out, so you had no choice but to consider that damn service after all.
The sort of good news was that you did your math, and you only had to take on one Alpha to be able to afford living near the hospital where you worked. The absolutely terrifyingly bad news was that you were granted a place for your service at the very hospital you had your "day job" at.
You got to conceal your identity with the scent blockers during your regular job, but the colourful wig and the black mask covering most of your face gave little to no comfort when you were providing your service in one of the designated, soundproofed, and oddly homely decorated rooms.
You've met with more than a dozen Alphas during the selection, and you felt extremely uncomfortable for most of the meetings, these were your colleagues after all, even if you never came across most of them. Only one of the candidates seemed like a good choice, but unfortunately, you didn't feel much chemistry with Doctor Shen. Then came Jack Abbot.
The attending, who was almost as uncomfortable with the whole thing as you, but needed it the same as you. It was a fairly easy decision in the end.
The first time you were intimate started awkwardly, but your baser instincts took over, and you both quickly became addicted. You were there for him every shift change, every "lunch" break at 2 a.m., and more frequently, even on his off days.
Several months went by, a lot more than you planned, and you thought it was a good arrangement, even considering that something more could come out of this. Until one day, Jack brought in Robby to introduce him to you and ask you to consider helping him as well.
Honestly, it felt like a stab to your gut that Jack would put you through this. If you wanted to be a plaything or to be shared, you would have gone to a Service center or become a concubine to a rich asshole.
You promised to think about it, but all you did was let it fester in you. It felt like a betrayal. No, that is too light of a word for it. You thought Jack was different, that he saw you as more than what you are by designation, and the realization that you were wrong was crushing, but you still felt drawn to him. So you decided to do something to alienate him for good.
You accepted his request.
You told him your decision at the next meeting. He was so happy, so grateful that you were willing to help his friend, he didn't notice the tears you shed, and you thought it would be easy to feel resentful, to let him use you before you let his friend do the same. You didn't know you could be so right and wrong at the same time.
Jack kissed you, conveying his joy and gratitude with a passion as he worshipped you. When he had you naked under him, he nibbled at your neck, leaving marks dangerously close to the spot where he could claim you permanently, but you let him. You let him do the same with your thighs after he kissed his way down to between them. He was rewarding you with pleasure as he licked and suck at your clit, preparing you with his fingers in lazy strokes, almost making you forget the deep ache he caused.
He brought you to orgasm after orgasm until you couldn't take it any longer. Then he kissed you again, making you taste yourself before he flipped you on your hands and knees and started rutting into you.
When his knot swelled, and he pushed into you, he came almost immediately. What you didn't notice in your haze is that he almost claimed you then. It was a split second of clarity that made him turn his head and bite into your shoulder instead of your neck.
After taking a moment to calm down, he flipped you both, so he was lying on his back with you on top of him, still attached by his knot. He licked and kissed all over the maks he made on your nek and shoulder while you were trapped with one of his arms, with your legs open over his thighs, he decided to torture himself with another reward for you. His other hand sneaked between your legs, playing with your painfully sensitive clit until you were writhing on him and squeezed him with another orgasm.
He groaned behind you, grinding his hips into yours as you rode out your high, then with a last kiss to your neck, he repositioned you again, on your side, and he withdrawn from you with a hiss, whispering a "Thank you." that broke your heart all over again.
You didn't have much time to yourself after Jack left. Robby arrived minutes later, regarding your nervousness with a frown.
When he stepped closer and smelled you, and murmured that, "You smell like him."
You blurted out that you didn't have time to clean up. Robby took that, and the fact that this is your first time with him as the reason for your nerves and tried to calm you down by saying, "I didn't say it was a bad thing, sweetheart."
He didn't give you much of a chance to answer, Robby claimed your lips while lifting you up, and putting you back to the bed.
He nuzzled into your neck, smelling yours and Jack's combined scent there, smiling against the marks the other man made to claim you before he let Robby near you.
Robby traced the same path on your body as Jack did, arriving at your still dripping pussy, licking into you, practically showing his tongue in you to taste what Jack had left for him. He smiles wickedly at you when he comes up for a second at your surprised squeal at his willingness to have you like that after another Alpha, then he dives back in until you are clean and painting his face with your own arousal.
He palms at your breast as he sits up, then he grabs your hips, pulling you into his lap, dragging his cock through your wet folds a few times before pushing into you.
Robby's grip on your hips is almost bruising as he moves you on his length, while watching you gasp, arch your back, and claw at the pillows above your head helplessly. He groans as he feels you tighten around him, but he doesn't let his knot catch until your next orgasm, when you are so out of it that you are screaming his and Jack's name randomly between begging. And that's when Robby pushes in fully, painting your walls white again as he roars with his much-needed release.
You quickly drift of while he is still stuck there. It gives him a chance to unashamedly stare at you, and an almost unbearable urge to take a peak at you behind the mask but he resists even after he cleans you up and reluctantly leaves you to rest.
He has no idea that you wake shortly after, having a meltdown while he meets up with Jack, and almost giddily thanks him and tells him that he was right, that it feels like you were meant for them. It is too bad that they don't know they wouldn't be able to find you there for the next appointment.
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Summary: Two broken hearts find peace in each other...
Warnings: Reader will have a few nicknames and a backstory (I'll try to keep specifics to a minimum; detailed warnings will be added to the chapters), the chapters are listed in chronological order not by the order in which they get posted, the story covers a slow burn but I kinda started in the middle
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The Swiss knife
Summary: A few days before you are scheduled to switch to days for the first time...
On daycare duty
Summary: Your first day shift...
When the tension finally snaps
Summary: After a bad case involving a vet, you find Jack on the roof...
The day after
Summary: You ask Jack to have breakfast with you so you could talk about what happened...
Stressing the f*ck out
Summary: You try to keep your distance from the rumour mill and Abbot, and you fail spectacularly...
Stress relief
Summary: You break your agreement, and bring up the rooftop incident when you make a proposition...
Gaslighting the gossip girls
Summary: After getting "caught" going out for breakfast with Jack for a second time, the charge nurses are on your ass about it for days...
A glitch
Summary: You sleep in the same bed with Jack for the first time...
Punchline
Summary: The new resident can't take no for an answer...
(related poll)
Contradictory confession
Summary: Jack feels like he has to confess his feelings...
An other day after
Summary: You wake up with questions about what's next...
Daddy, zaddy, bratty
Summary: You have the chance to mess with the gossipy gambling addicts at the Pitt...
Therapy-induced nightmare
Summary: Jack talks to his therapist about his newfound guilt, which led to a dream that felt way too real...
Abbot's Knife
Summary: A visiting attending only wants to work with a guy they call "The Knife"...
(basically the Grey's Anatomy trope with Bailey from s02)
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Summary: You try to keep your distance from the rumour mill and Abbot, and you fail spectacularly...
Warnings: this is gonna be a series (shocking, I know 💀), grumpy/frustrated Jack, nosy nurses, Reader has an OB/GYN case aversion issue, situationship to be, age gap, implied sex on the roof
note: this is basically the prologue to what I wanted to write but I wanna post something so here's something
~ 600 words
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You were pulling a double when Abbot arrived to take over from Robby. This was the first time you were scheduled for the night shift after the incident that shall not be mentioned.
At first, you didn't even notice him. Not until Lena and Dana started to comment on how extra grumpy he was lately, and they were wondering what could have been the reason. You looked over at him, lazily taking him in while he was busy talking with Robby, and you had to agree with the charge nurses, he did look extra grumpy. Shoulders stiff, arms crossed, frown never easing up, lips thinned and turning down in what you might call a pout (not to his face, though).
So distracted by looking at him, you were caught off guard and actually jumped in place a little when Lena called out to you way too sweetly before she threw you under the bus. "He had been in a real good mood after you two had breakfast together."
"I.. what?" was your genius response.
Dana turned to you with the same too innocent, wide-eyed, borderline creepy smile that Lena had on. "Oh. You went out with Jack? Did anything happen we should know about?"
You narrowed your eyes at them, "I'm sure Lena had all the gossip ready about what happened the moment she was left alone with you that day."
Your annoyed comment did not help in the slightest of wiping that smug 'I know there's more to it' look off their faces. Sighing, you tried again.
"There's nothing to tell."
That got a raised eyebrow from Dana, but you disappointed them with a shrug and a shut down of the conversation.
"Talked, apologised, ate, left to crash at home. That's it. Sorry, there's nothing else for you there, gossip girls."
You felt Lena's eyes on you every time you interacted with Dr. Abbot, so you tried to minimize the encounters. That was totally your only reason, too; it's not like it was awkward and you didn't know how to look at him without thinking about what happened on the roof, and maybe wishing for a repeat or just the ground to swallow you. Nope.
As luck would have it, you dug yourself into a bigger hole when you heard a woman in labor was expected to arrive in a few minutes, and with the way Jack looked at you from the other side of the nurses' station, you had no doubts he intended to assign you to this case.
On the verge of instant panic, you held his gaze. Eyes terrified, turning pale as the blood rushes out of your face, your lips quiver before you make your plea.
"No, please."
His eyes soften a fraction, but his frown deepens as he tries to be the objective attending he knows he can't be with you.
"You have to learn to handle these cases too."
"Not this one. Please?" you plead again, but he doesn't budge, so you try, "I'll owe you one."
Arms crossed in defiance - and in an unfairly distracting way - he remained silent.
"I'll get that new gadget for your go bag, the one you've been drooling over with Robby last month."
Still, nothing. You try a few other things to bribe him, but nothing works, then out of nowhere, you blurt out, "I'll buy you breakfast."
Jack regards you in silence, but he tilts his head, actually thinking about it, then says, "Deal." before uncrossing his arms, pointing at you with fake scolding and a warning that, "This is the last time you get away with this."
You release your breath, relieved for a moment. Then it hits you what you've done. Fucking Lena...
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Imagine that you almost die, and Jack feels guilty...
Imagine that you almost die, and Jack feels guilty for not listening to you, when you insisted some of your patients were not supposed to die.
Abbot was cursing himself a minute ago for not being there for you, for saying that you just needed to learn to accept that patients die, no matter how hard you work to prevent that. He thought he was teaching you something important, a very difficult lesson to learn in this profession, that he couldn't go easy on you because he liked you.
Now he is cursing Robby, who is trying to get him away from your bed, where you are lying so still, that Jack has to check your breathing regularly despite the monitors telling him you are still there. There, between life and death, fighting for your life because he didn't take your concerns seriously. He is now, so he is not leaving you alone in a place full of suspects; he will stay right fucking there by your side until you wake up, no matter what Robby or anyone else says.
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Imagine Titus watching you being hunted by the bunch of lunatics he was supposed to hunt with his young cousin.
After all, what could be a better way to teach the kid than hunting down those who believe themselves to be the hunters?
Titus is only mildly disappointed when you begin your own hunt and consequently ruin his. All the planning and research went out the window the moment your first trap captured the unsuspecting victim, whom you use as bait to get the others one by one.
The show you unknowingly put on for him is impressive. In fact, Titus is so impressed, he reveals himself when you get to the torturing part (wanting to find out how to get back from the middle of nowhere, and to get revenge), and he wants to give you a lesson.
Imagine Jack getting jealous over your kiss with Robby under the mistletoe.
As you walked to the nearby cafe where you planned to have a holiday dinner breakfast with the other night shift attendings, you were too busy trying to get Shen to stop teasing you about the spectacle of the year, aka your kiss with Robby under the mistletoe, of which the photo proof had taken its rightful place beside the betting board, you failed to notice that Jack was brooding in silence behind you.
It didn't take long for you to catch that there was something wrong because Abbot was giving you the silent treatment after Shen left to place your order.
He was staring at the table ahead, his body still from the tension he was trying to control before he did something both of you would regret.
You tried to joke away the storm could of a mood with, "What's up with you? Too much Christmas decor put you in a Grinch mood already?"
He looked up at that, holding you hostage with one of his intense stares that took your breath away, but he didn't say anything for a long minute. Then he frowned, looking even angrier as his gaze shifted to your lips. His jaw ticked in restrained anger before he glanced up at you again, then pretended to look for Shen to avoid you.
Without looking at you, he handed you a napkin, grumbling that, "You smeared your lipstick."
The following silence was deafening.
"Jack..." you whispered incredulously, after the shock of the realization finally started to fade. He wasn't angry, he was jealous!
His only response was a pained expression, but you didn't let him turn away even more. You took the napkin with one hand and quickly grabbed his extended hand with your other, pulling him back as you moved to wipe the lipstick off.
"Jack..." this time it sounded so pleading, he couldn't not look at you. Finding your guarded, but adoring gaze on him as you asked, "would you kiss me?"
He moved before his brain could even start trying to convince him to do otherwise.
Jack pulled you closer by your chair, his other hand grabbed you by your nape, and he was smiling at your little yelp when your lips met in an almost desperate kiss.
You wouldn't know until four days later, on your next shift, that Shen has taken a picture of you kissing - for proof of the bet that he definitely won - and sent it to Dana, who didn't hesitate to print it out and plaster it on the wall next to the other pictures that were the results of the mistletoe.
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