the way this almost got to be a triumphant scene. rhaenyra has killed one of the men responsible for everything, she's taken back the red keep, she's on her throne but the glory doesn't get to last long when alicent arrives. it dawns on rhaenyra what she has done and what she has become. she is not inherently a violent person and seeing alicent reminds her of that. alicent is looking through her, not at the queen, but at the girl inside her. i wonder if she starts to think the price she has paid is too high
“I died.” Jon shuddered and his voice trembled with hiccups. “I died... And then there was nothing. Just blackness. Darkness. Then I was in the snow and my mouth was dripping with blood and I was screaming and howling. Howling and howling and screaming and then there was blackness again. And then fire and smoke and salt and—” He choked on a sob again. “I died. For Arya. To come home and save her and she’s not even here.”
“Jon...” Satin whispered. He wanted to tell him it was all okay, but he never could lie to Jon. He rubbed uselessly at the skin beneath his hands in a futile attempt to offer comfort. Offering, always offering. And Jon, resisting, always resisting, did not resist it. Jon’s hands jolted up from beneath the water and grasped atop Satin’s hand and arm, taking them in a fierce grip and holding on for dear life. Satin let him and welcomed the pang of pain from the tightness of his fingers and the nails that bit into his skin.
“I— I— Satin, I hate her. Jeyne. For being Jeyne. It’s not even her fault. But I’m just so angry. She was supposed to be her. I shouldn’t feel like this. I shouldn’t hate her. But I do. I can’t help it. Because she’s not her.”
Satin tightened his arms around him and he felt Jon’s head fall back to rest against his shoulder with a limp thud as another sob caught in his throat, shame and sorrow and grief all rolled into one broken sound. “Let it out.” Satin guided him again and Jon’s shaking breath in return told him he would obey.
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Received this beautifully haunting JonSatin comm from the talented anmenmai on Twitter 🩷 thank you again so much! 🥹
Based on a scene from Washed Clean, part 11 of @back-on-my-nerd-shit’s amazing JonSatin fanfic series , A Slow Burning Fire, Tended With Care 📖 which I absolutely cannot recommend enough! 😭💕
Something something seeing Marcus get chummy with Milo making Rebecca start to question if they can still TRUST Milo. It doesnt help the fact his mom was also a Hameln employee before. Her talking to Riley about this too.
"I dont like those two hanging out."
"What?"
"Marcus and Milo. Slimy bastard is probably whispering in his ear or playing dumb like he always did."
"I think Milo knows the deal with him. We've already explained to him what happened. He may seem a bit...naive but I dont think he's that gullible."
"He doesn't have to be gullible. I trusted W--Marcus before. Look how that turned out. He doesn't know him like we did."
"I hear you. I trusted him too. But this time we have control. And Milo seems to be focused on the bigger picture. I trust him to help us."
"Thats the problem...I dont."
"Becks?" 😟
"His mom worked for them Riley. And we dont know why she ended up leaving. What, she just magically realized how horrible Hameln was and just left and yet somehow was able to save him and not me?? How she was able to live YEARS without them coming after either of them? And she apparently kept all of this hidden from Milo for that long until she just happened to die? Now he's here with both of us and the only Hameln employee we know wants to be close to him. You dont think thats weird?"
"Are you implying Milo's somehow WITH Hameln?"
"I want to trust him. He's the only family I have left besides you. But... But with everything that's happened, it gets harder and harder to believe the intentions of others. He might be my brother...But I dont know anything about him. Not really."
Might come off as weird buttttt I desperately want a fic where Sirius’ parents end up killing him and in the fic all the other marauders are super sad and shit
The stage door burst open and you poured out into the damp alleyway. The neon signs illuminating the wet asphalt, providing just enough light for you to flick your lighter repeatedly in a failed desperate attempt to light your cigarette. It took you longer than you would have liked to realize you weren’t alone in the alleyway. As if by design, you found yourself again staring at a shadowy figure in an alleyway, eyeing you down like a predator. His dark curls enthralled his dark, chiseled face. He turned his face up to confirm your suspicion-it was him.
“No.” You shake your head immediately turning to open the stage door, but slash beats you to the door, overpowering your attempt to open it and slams it shut as his arm encases you into him. He was larger and stockier now, more muscular and manly. You instantly pull away. “I guess you’re still not above running away huh” slash bites, his voice deeper and gravelly. “I have nothing to say to you.” You bite back immediately shutting his remark down. A tense burn was thickened in the damp night air. Both of your hearts racing with adrenaline as your chests both rose in anger. Your back is turned as he towers behind you, his large hand still holding the door shut.
“Seems like after a couple years you might think of something to say for once.” Slash growled. His labored breath from the brief struggle was hot on your neck. His sharp sweet musk filled your lungs and your knees weaken slightly. Words fail you. Rejecting the desire to drink him in completely, you remain unphased. You simply can’t believe this is happening right now.
Only the gentle rainfall onto the pavement filled the void. Slash reissued his anger with a fist to the door, you jolted in fear underneath him as the sound banged out on the metal door. A frustrated grunt escaping from his lips
“Y/N! What are you doing here?!” He barked out some sort of expression of concern and confusion and shock to see you, especially here. You had enough and ripped yourself away from his enclosure and stood away in the alley now facing him.
“WHY DOES IT MATTER SLASH?! HUH?! WHY DO YOU SUDDENLY GIVE A SHIT? WHAT DO YOU CARE?!” You broke your silence.
“BECAUSE IVE ALWAYS FUCKING CARED, Y/N!” He immediately replied.
The two of you wasted no time picking up a long awaited conversation. The conversation was clearly reminiscent of the past now.
“That’s bullshit - that’s bullshit and you know it!” You retort.
“I WAITED Y/N!” Slash took a pause and continued, you watched him.
“I WAITED AND YOU NEVER WROTE! YOU NEVER CALLED, YOU NEVER SAID ANYTHING!” He took a slight step forward pleading in anger, a tinge of sadness trailing in his voice.
You unintentionally roll your eyes and let out a loud scoff/laugh/cry. You glance upward at the sky in frustration. The level of disaster and frustration had you almost chuckling.
“They took me AWAY!” You laugh in total anger at this whole situation. Slash’s demeanor slows as he tries to understand what you mean. You notice his confusion and go on.
“God slash- they locked me UP! In that-that fucking asylum! I wrote- I wrote you every fucking day I could and THEY never sent them.” You ramble and flail your arm.
And then you turn to face him again. “And you know what slash-?” Your arms hit your sides limply defeated. “it didn’t even fucking MATTER in the end because as soon as I got out you were already moved on! Okay?! I saw you on MTV, I saw you win all the stupid fucking awards, the girls, I saw it all slash!” You roar off this all as slash stood still and watched.
“I MOVED ON BECAUSE I THOUGHT YOU DID! WHAT CHOICE DID I HAVE? I COULDN’T LIVE IN THAT ANY LONGER. If I felt it any longer it would have fucking killed me. Do you understand that? My fucking life depended on forgetting you. Living-…with the fact that I lost you seemingly so quickly, foxey.. I couldn’t…I-“
The nickname spilled out of his mouth like acid. Causing a slight pause between the two of you. You snapped. This was stupid. You had a job to do, he could return to his night of luxurious squalor. You start stepping backwards, wiping a tear off your cheek.
“Did it mean anything then?” You ask quietly.
“What do you mean?” He asks.
You shrug. “All of it- slash. Did any of it mean anything to you then?”
Slash took a step forward.
“ it meant fucking everything.” He emphasized. His voice choking ever so slightly.
You give slash a wholehearted smile through your tears, feeling silly. Still hurt, still angry. And now confused and terribly frustrated.
“Well, this has been great, just lovely-“ you laugh and sniff up tears. “but I don’t have time for this, I have to go. ” You continue to walk away.
He stands there looking at you in awe and defeat. Words failing him.
You round the corner, your heels clacking on the ground. You rest for a moment up against the opposite corner to catch yourself. The bright lights from the street shining down on you against the brick wall. You cup a hand over your mouth as additional tears etch their way out of you against your will. Everything you have fought to forget came spilling through you like tidal waves. The air swept from your lungs. And now that entire confrontation to top it off. What a nightmare you thought. An absolute fucking nightmare. Everything he said just then…..all of this- it had broken him too. By the emotion in his voice, it was clear he was earnest in his heartbreak. It was real- he really had been wounded just as you had.
Clara rounded the corner “there you are girl! Hey wassa matter doll? come on you know we gotta end tonight with a bang. Don’t let no stupid guys hold you down” She held you as you composed yourself. Her cheery demeanor always lifted you off your feet. She was right, you had clients to please and money to make, a roof to pay for. You had to earn your keep.
Clara pulled back and held your face in her hands“I got somethin that’ll cheer you up-“ she giggled like she had a secret and pulled out a small baggie of coke, shaking it playfully it in her fingers. You wiped your face and took a deep breath.
“Okay, let’s fucking do this.” You said sighed. You and Clara circle inside through the front door as to avoid returning to the alleyway. “By the way- did ya catch that total HUNK in the alleyway back thea? Gawd what I would do to climb that guy like a tree, didn’t catch his face but I’m sure it’s as good as his ass!” She remarked nonchalantly unaware of his identity or relation to you. I mean she was right. Time had been extremely kind to him. He grew into himself. His curls were somewhat darker and larger than life. His body fit and toned to the point that it was noticeable even through his clothing. His stature was taller and thickened with muscle. His strength was greater and so was his overall energy. Something undeniably cravable about him that pierced through the anger and pain associated with his presence. Memories infiltrating your mind. Had things gone differently back there, a small part of you wished to turn around and run back into his big muscular arms, to feel his large strong hands hold your body like a doll, his hot breath to caress your neck again….
*snap snap* “Helloooooo. Are you even listening to me?” Clara laughed. You returned to reality.
“Sorry right- what were you saying? God- sorry Clara I’m just off it tonight.” You admit still staring off. She takes no offense.
“Oh I was just sayin about that VIP client that booked you tonight. Pretty exciting stuff to have such a big name like that request you specifically like that- a last minute booking for you like that ain’t cheap, oughta put up some big cash to reserve you like that. Of course I suppose cash ain’t no worry for guys like that., bein famous n all.”
You queue back into the conversation.
“Famous?” You ask
“Yeah girl, ain’t you neva hearda Guns N’ Roses before?”
