Simon Gruber Pt.2: A Savior

Simon Gruber Pt.2: A Savior

Pt.1 Continuation of "Simon Gruber - A Stranger":

It has been a few years since Hans' death. We weren't able to bury his body, so I made a memorial to him on my property. I visit it every year on his birthday, as well as on the day that I lost him.

I don't think I will ever move on from his death, after all, he was my childhood and all-time best friend. We were so close, never having any secrets except our darkest memories, we relied completely on one another, and now I've found that my sense of direction has been taken away.

The first year was spent feeling drowned, everything was dull and bland, I no longer felt like I was real.

It had seemed as though I had died with Hans, but I think Simon saved me.

He stayed with me the months after Hans' death, helping me to heal both my physical and emotional wounds. I probably would've committed suicide had Simon not been there.

He kept his distance, visiting daily, but usually leaving before evening. At first he just made sure I left my bedroom and ate at least one meal, but that slowly morphed into staying the whole day with me; drawing or reading books, that fondness led to him comforting me when I would cry myself to sleep.

I didn't realize it at first, but Simon saved me, he saved me from myself, saved me from the darkness that was encompassing my mind.

I don't know specifically when I fell in love with him, but I do remember when I realized it.

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(Flashback/Dream in quotations)

(This is set in Germany, but I am too lazy to write the speaking parts in German)

I had awoken that morning the same as always - hoping to fall back asleep and never wake up. However, because of Simon, I had started to take care of myself a little more, actually leaving my room instead of just wasting the whole day; but today felt exceptionally difficult. The first thing that came to mind was my dream:

"It was a time in high school when Hans and I were in geometry class. I've always had a tough time with geometry, but today I seemed to be exceeding in stupidity, I just couldn't understand anything my teacher was saying, and he even yelled at me when I got an answer wrong.

I was fairly shy in high school, but I always seemed to become friends with the teachers. This teacher, Mr.Meyer, appeared to enjoy humiliating me on a daily basis, but today he even excelled past my expectations.

I had been asking Hans to explain how to do one of the problems, and Mr.Meyer apparently didn't like that at all. He called my name and asked me to come up to the front, telling me to solve the question on the board. I gave my best try, utilizing what little information I did know, but I naturally got the wrong answer. I wasn't that far off, but to Mr.Meyer, it seemed as though the world had ended.

The first thing he did was loudly sigh before aggressively banging his fist once against the wall. I had jumped up in surprise, and I definitely didn't expect him to turn and start shouting at me next.

"How stupid can you be? You've been learning this for a week!" I visibly shrunk away from his enraged form, I really don't do well in conflict, especially not after what my father did to me.

My submissiveness seemed to only enrage him further, he took a step towards me, to which I responded by stepping back. This continued for only a second longer before he roughly grabbed my wrist, yanking me forwards so hard I almost fell into him. The class was barren of noise, I was usually the one to receive most of his verbal abuse, but today shocked everyone into silence.

My wrist was aching in pain, my eyes stinging slightly with tears as I gasped and looked to his face. He looked like he was about to shout at me some more, but before he could, another hand grabbed my wrist, though this hand was much gentler. Both Mr.Meyer and I shift our gaze to the owner of the hand, immediately seeing the deceivingly calm Hans.

Hans' other hand quickly shoved Mr.Meyers back, causing him to lose his grip on my wrist and let me go. Hans immediately shifted us so that his body formed a barrier between Mr.Meyer and I. Glancing around him, I saw the frustrated face of Mr.Meyers, who was glaring straight at Hans, but Hans made no move to back down. Instead, he faced Mr.Meyers, straightening his posture and squaring his shoulders, almost as if challenging Mr.Meyers to try something.

Hans is an intimidating 6'1", and though he may look a little skinny, there was no messing with him; especially not when you are only a 5'9" out of shape 40 year old who teaches math for a living.

Mr.Meyers surveys this new situation before lowering his gaze and facing the class, beginning to explain a math concept as though he didn't just verbally and physically abuse one of his students. Hans turned around and placed a gentle hand on my lower back, turning me around and leading me gently out of the classroom and into the hall.

We walked for a little while until we reached an empty classroom, to which he shut the blinds and closed the door, sitting me down on the teachers desk before sitting next to me.

I didn't even notice I had tears practically flowing down my face, nor that I was beginning to hyperventilate. I didn't sob, I was a silent crier, but Hans knew that this had brought back some bad memories. My father abused me, physically, mentally, sexually. I didn't have a mother to save me from him, I had an absent older brother who knew about it and never did anything.

Hans' arms gently wrap around my shoulders, his warm body encompassing me, almost as though trying to shelter me from the effects of the world. I remember when I first told Hans about what my father did to me, I didn't want to, but he eventually figured out that there was a reason I never wanted to go home (he only really started to think about it after I nearly shouted out in protest when his parents suggested dropping me off at home). Hans wanted to kill my father when he found out, but I couldn't let him, I wouldn't let him. I would be put into foster care, probably just to experience the same things or worse.

I never expected Hans to actually do anything violent for me, but today he was willing to fight my teacher. He was willing to get hurt, and possibly get sent to jail for attacking a teacher, just because the teacher had yelled at me and hurt me."

When I awoke from this dream, my body ached for Hans' protective stature, his amicable personality.

A feeling of nausea overwhelmed me, knowing he would never again be there to save me from abuse and slurs thrown my way, he would never be there to comfort me when the memories of my childhood become too much.

All of this fell heavily on my shoulders, I felt like I was being pushed deeper into the mattress… Maybe I would finally suffocate and be free, but life is fraught with twists.

That day, like all the others, Simon had planned to stop by, he didn't have any plans in particular, he just knew that he was enjoying my company more and more, lord knows why. He opened the door to my home, expecting to see me eating a sad bowl of cereal and to jump up to greet him, but instead he was met with a silence that was almost eerie. It set him on edge as it had been months since my house had felt that cold.

He crept forward, calmly calling out my name.

"Y/N?" Tone raspier than normal, his voice echoing down the hallways. I heard him, but it only made me shiver and pull the blankets around my face; just hearing him reminds me of how Hans is gone. I would never wish Simon and Hans to switch places, but I did constantly wish for Hans and I too, for him to have gotten shot and sent back home, and for me to instead have been thrown out of the building to fall to my death.

I didn't notice Simon open my door, nor when he sat next to me on the bed, I only noticed him when his soft hand reached out and gripped my wrist gently. I was startled, after that dream, his touch only made the memories worse; I found myself subconsciously jerking away from him.

I only chanced one glance up, I have never flinched because of him, and the view I was met with made me feel indescribably guilty. His face seemed apathetic, but his eyes told so much more; they were flowing with concern, concern for my health, concern for why I seemed fearful of him.

I clench my eyes shut, swallowing heavily as I feel the need to sink deeper into this bed until I slip into a better reality. Instead, I push myself up, resting my torso against the backboard and placing my hands in my lap.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." My voice feels uneasy, my soul drained from just those few words being spoken. I know I must look just as emotionally tired as I feel, because though his concern remains, it is now joined by understanding.

We sat still for a few moments, his hand returning to its place on my wrist, thumb caressing the top of my hand softly, comfortingly. I avert my eyes from his, glancing instead at our hands, his warm skin soothing my frigidness.

"You had a dream, didn't you?" His question was vague, but I know what he means. He knows all about my nightmares, he knows about the memories that resurface in my subconscious. It all makes me want to go and hold a gun at some policeman or take the 30 oxycodone pills I have leftover.

"Yes." He doesn't do anything for a few moments, taking his time to contemplate what to say next.

He surprises me by abruptly standing up from the bed, my mind immediately assuming he's just going to walk away and back out my front door. I am, however, pleasantly met with an outstretched hand, palm open for me to grasp. I look at it for about five seconds before sighing, lazily placing my hand into his, allowing him to pull me up.

"Let's go for a walk, darling."

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That was when I knew he was the one for me. He didn't force me to talk, he didn't need to know everything that happened to me. He just needed me to know that I could tell him anything I wanted to, or not tell him anything at all.

That day, we’d walked all around my property, through the forests that surround my home and down to the stream I love to sit near.

He had sat me in the kitchen before we left, packing a few things and placing them in a bag before leading me out of my home. When we were finally sitting by the stream, he opened the bag and pulled out two notebooks, and a pencil and pen. He placed the pen in my hand gently, my body warming slightly; I was honestly surprised he remembered that I don't like drawing with pencils.

Looking from the pen to his face, I am met with a smirk, not a smug one, more like a pleased one, pleased that he impressed me. I returned his smirk with a smile, not a wide one. Today I knew wasn't going to be easy, but my smile reflected that he was making a shitty day better.

We sat there for hours, just drawing and listening to the stream, softly speaking in the moments when we would get caught gazing at one another. After a while we had shifted to laying on our backs on the blanket. We started a foot or so away from each other, and somehow that changed to our arms brushing, eventually with his arm wrapped around my shoulder and carefully pulling me into his side.

I don't know how to describe it, but it felt like the joy I experienced when I awaken to see a gorgeous cloudy morning with a mist falling. Like the days when you want to run around in jubilation and then go home at night to sit by a warm fire and sip hot chocolate... He was my comfort.

We stayed like that for a while. I was watching the clouds at first, but my head lazily lolled to the side to rest carefully on his chest, my body shifting sideways so I could wrap my arm over his abdomen. He tensed slightly when I started shifting, but quickly relaxed when he realized I wasn't moving away.

He took me home when the sun drifted towards the horizon, its orange rays burning streaks across the pink sky. When we got to my door, he swiftly opened it before I could grab the handle, only offering me a gentlemanly smile as he motioned me inside. I offered him a thankful smile in return before walking in.

The last thing I expected was to see a large bowl of popcorn sitting on my coffee table, the TV turned on with a paused movie awaiting me; and let's not forget the crackling fire and the thick blankets and furs draped over my couch.

"I hope you don't mind, but I figured you aren't one to enjoy a fancy dinner." My trance is broken by that German voice I have grown to miss when he leaves for the night. That voice that reminds me that my whole world isn't dark, and that I do have hope.

I turn around gradually, my eyes are watering, the smile upon his face seems to lessen as he fears he's made me upset. He opens his mouth to speak, but I pay it no mind as I rush forward and embrace him. He stiffens in surprise before wrapping his strong arms around me, my face bowing against his chest with his head resting atop mine. Only a few tears escape my eyes, but they are joined by a smile as these are tears of joy.

Pulling away slowly, his arms resting around my hips as mine lightly hold his arms. Backing up further, I grab one hand, allowing the other to fall; I pull him to the couch, quickly sitting down in the middle. His expression is one of surprise and curiosity, he clearly wasn't expecting this reaction at all.

He stands there for a few seconds, his hand still in mine as he contemplates what he should do now. I shake my head lightly as a sweet smile smooths over my face.

I gently tug him closer, lightly tapping the spot next to me as a sort of invitation. His surprised look quickly washes over, and a soft grin now forming as he swiftly sits next to me, one hand resting behind me and the other still in my grasp. I waste no time bundling the covers over me, hugging my legs to my abdomen as I situate myself.

Simon releases my hand slowly, reaching forward and starting the movie, both of us comfortably enjoying the film.

Half way through, the emotional exhaustion of the day finally hits me. I can feel myself drifting off every so often, but I defiantly try to maintain my consciousness. Simon must've noticed, because he pauses the film, glancing over at my barely awake form with his warm eyes before standing up carefully. I'm about to protest the movement, but am quickly silenced when he reaches down and scoops me into his arms.

The action barely stirs me, the exhaustion only allowing me to grab his shirt and curl into him in the hopes that he won't drop me. My eyes drooping shut, pushing my face into the crook of his neck, his masculine aftershave soothing me even further.

He carefully walks through my house, navigating easily to my room. The sheets are still pulled back from this morning, so he places me down softly onto the fluffy mattress, pulling the sheets and covers gently over me. He looks down with a gaze of warmth and familiarity, one I can feel even though I can't see it. He's in the midst of turning to leave, when my hand suddenly reaches out and grabs his. He immediately halts his movement, turning his head down to our interlocked hands.

"Stay." My vision is blurry, but my words are clear. He tilts his head slightly in contemplation, that slight squint in his eyes whenever he is thinking deeply.

"Of course, my dear." Ever the gentlemen, even if he wasn't, he knew he couldn't deny any of my requests. He slowly releases my hand, quietly walking around my bed to the other side. I don't turn around, but I can feel him pull back the covers, as well as the bed shift when he lays his body down. He stays on his side for a few minutes before deciding what he wants to do.

I am barely awake when I feel him shift again, this time on his side facing my back; next thing I know, I feel a strong arm delicately wrap around my waist, pulling me backwards until I am pressed against his chest. I, of course, don't object, simply cuddling closer to him as he rests his head above mine, his warmth slowly lulling me into a state of calmness. Just as I am on the brink of unconsciousness, I hear his gorgeous voice whisper something.

"I love you, Y/N." His voice was soft and quiet, as though not wanting me to hear. I pay it no mind, my brain immediately responding,

"I love you, Simon." Sleep encompassing both my body and mind right after.

Pt.1

So that's what made Ronno laugh! 😀💜

Christopher Pike: You Saved Me

Imagine Christopher Pike saving you from imminent death, forming a father-daughter bond with you:

"Help Me! Someone! Please!" I couldn't contemplate what was happening, only the pain that was burning through my lungs as my screams emanated within the air. My nails violently digging deeper into the earth, my body weight continuing to pull me closer to my doom.

There isn't much I remember before this, only how I was on my way home from school when something threw me with great strength, it wasn't a person, no, it felt like the world had shook so strongly that I simply shook too. It's a little much for me to try to understand, all I am currently focused on is survival.

The world suddenly felt hot, much hotter than normal, and muggy; I can feel the humidity dripping along my skin. The air has turned suffocating, making me gasp like a fish that is forced to breathe oxygen when dragged out of the water. I'm hanging along an edge, a cliff that wasn't there moments before God's wrath broke, but now it looks deep enough to take me to the other side of the world.

My species has many human features, but also many animalistic ones. For one, I have claws, big and long like that of a jaguar, they aid me in clinging to the eroding soil. The roar of the panicked people is amplified by pumping adrenaline, it doesn't help that the shouts are muffled with the sound of my own heartbeat bursting through my body.

I can feel my grasp slipping, the ground is moist and soggy, almost seeming to melt from underneath my hands. People are stomping and screaming, I'm still not sure what is going on, all I know is that the adults are confused as well. I've kept my eyes closed, fearful that I will see destruction in place of my home. My limbs are aching, my arms feel like they are being torn out of their sockets, I try to lift myself up in vain.

I scream out for help once more, though I fear no one can hear me. Just as my body fails me, just as my hands finally release and my mind accepts elimination... A hand tightly wraps around one of my wrists. It's a strange hand, it feels familiar, but alien at the same time. My body hanging limply, I fear I don't even have the energy to look at my savior, but they care not, dragging me up and away from the cliff. I'm wrapped in a warm embrace, the type that reminds me of my father when he comes home after a long business trip. I want to look at him, to thank him endlessly, but my conscious mind is quickly slipping into a dream state.

The man tries to awaken me, he shakes my body, yelling at me to open my eyes before giving up. He picks me up in his arms, protectively sheltering my body from the chaos around us, tapping something on his chest and beginning to talk to someone; the conversation was short and hurried.

I want to see him, I want to see the stranger who saved me when all else had left me to die. My eyelids feel heavy, but I manage to open them for a few seconds. The man is young, he reminds me a lot of my dad, except this person looks fearful, but stoic; I don't know how to describe it other than he looks strong. He has brown hair that is slightly graying at the sides with random stripes littering the rest of his head; he looks too young to be graying, but I can see on his face that he has the years of stress built up. I want to hug him, to say thank you, but before I can do any of that we are beamed aboard what I assume to be a star ship.

I try to stay awake, but as a large amount of people begin to rush forward, my consciousness finally slips away, my body drifting into a deep slumber; one which I hope to awaken from soon.

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I can't hear anything, but I can feel something. It's warm and comforting, it makes me feel safe, it feels fatherly. My eyes fluttered open for a moment before immediately regretting their decision and slamming shut, the bright lights burning, it felt and looked like a searing white flame. They flutter open a few more times before finally adjusting to the light.

I glance around the room, it looks like a med bay, but it's very different from the ones I am used to. It's much colder, it feels unwelcoming, but at the same time I still feel normal, as though this sterile environment is warmer than the two suns of my home. I finally turn my head and look at the person, the person who dragged me from my doom and brought me to safety. He looks a lot more tired, his face worn with stress, and his slicked hair is somehow both clean but messy.

I sit up slowly, careful as I pull my small hand from his. Not careful enough apparently, I sadly startled him awake, his deep brown eyes immediately focusing on me. I freeze, I can't quite remember how to react, but he doesn't seem to mind because a relieved smile spreads across his exhausted features. I relax slightly, he doesn't seem as scary as I expected.

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Pike's POV:

We had beamed down to this plant based on negotiations for some trade deal between this species and another. It was supposed to be a simple in and out, but the other species decided they were done negotiating. The planet was fired upon by their war ships, detrimental damage was done, Discovery was about to beam me up when I heard a jarring scream amid the panic. The scream was young and fearful, it sounded like a child, and I simply felt like I couldn't allow myself to leave until I found them.

I order everyone else to be beamed up before running off in search of the voice, I hear Burnham yell out in protest, but she gets cut off as she is transported.

They stopped, the chaos seemed eerily quiet, I'm about to give up when I heard the last weak scream, they sounded defeated. I scramble to the spot, fearful I might be too late, but then I spot them. This person had been thrown over the cliff, only one hand managing to hold them up, I can see their claws extended and ripping into the ground, a last ditch effort to stay alive.

I can see them giving up, their hand slowly releasing, but I lunge forward, my hand grasping onto their small wrist. Gazing at the person, I am met with the view of an exhausted child, seemingly no older than 10, her eyes are closed and I'm afraid I might still lose her.

Roughly pulling her up, her tired form collapsing against me, I quickly grasp her face, trying to see if her eyes have opened yet, but they remain closed. I shout at her, trying to get any reaction, but I still receive none. I hastily speak into my badge, ordering both of us to be beamed up and to have medical staff at the ready.

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The girl has been out for a while, they had to induce a coma for some reason, they tried to explain it to me, but my mind is too jumbled at the moment to understand any of their medical jargon.

As soon as I had been beamed up, we immediately warped out of there, the federation wouldn't allow us to interfere in the battle, and I had just gotten word yesterday that this little girl's species had been slaughtered. I'm not sure if there were any survivors, or if any others managed to escape the initial barrage, all I know is that I am happy I managed to save her.

I've been waiting for her to wake up, I need to know that she is alright; I don't know why, but I feel like I need to take care of her. It's a weird feeling.

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I had come in early today, our only trip had me sending some crew members down to collect samples from a planet, so all was calm. I took that spare time and went to the med bay, the girl was still asleep, I've taken to addressing her as Katya. It's a weird name, sure, but it kind of matches her in that she has claws like a cat, and that she for some reason feels like the only pure thing left from the massacre.

I held her hand as I fell asleep, my brain was beginning to view her as a daughter. I tried to put some space and maintain an objective view of the matter, but that clearly didn't last long.

I'm pulled from my dream when I feel movement, I quickly open my eyes, only to be met with a surprising view. She was awake, after two weeks of unconsciousness she was finally awake! At first she seemed on edge when she noticed me, but after surveying me for a few moments she seemed to ease up. A smile was upon my face, knowing that she was okay.

"Hello there." My voice is calm, my tone could almost be described as soft. I don't know where this side of me is coming from, I'm a nice person sure, but I can't quite remember ever being like this towards anyone. I feel protective, but also an intense need to comfort, I want her to be okay, I need her to be okay.

Her eyes widen slightly, I worry I might've upset her, but those worries disappear when a small smile forms on her face.

"Hi." Her voice is hesitant but steady, she seems like she is at a loss for words.

"My name is Christopher Pike, I'm the captain of this star ship. Can you tell me your name and what you remember?" I try not to rush, but I need to know what she remembers, I need to know if I need to tell her about the attack.

"I remember shouts and screams, the world was shaking worse than our most terrible quakes. I-I was hanging, I almost let go, but you saved me. I don't remember anything else." Her voice trembled slightly throughout the sentence, and her eyes adopted a far away look. I sigh, unsure of how to tell this young girl that her entire species might very well be extinct and that she was the only known survivor.

"Don't worry, I know." Her voice broke through my thoughts, I looked at her in confusion.

"I know they're gone... I can't hear them anymore." Her voice grows heavy, her eyes drifting down as a glaze washes over them; I spend a few more moments in confusion before finally understanding. Her species all shared a weak mind-link, everyone on her planet had their thoughts running through the others heads, only it was in the back of their mind and sounded more like static. Poor girl, this silence must be awful.

"Well I'm not going anywhere, come on, let's go explore." I don't know what has gotten into me. I'm a captain, I don't have time to show a kid around my star ship. Yet, at the same time, I want to treat this girl like she's my own.

She wears a startled expression before curiosity grows in her eyes. She grasps my outstretched hand and allows me to pull her up. Her first few steps are shaky, but that is understandable after her weeks of bed rest.

We're about to head out the doors when I realize she stopped. I turn around in confusion, but she speaks first.

"You saved me, thank you." Before I can reply she jumps forward and hugs me, I'm stunned for a moment, hesitantly wrapping my arms around her small form. I pull away, giving her a smile, ruffling her already messy hair. I release her, this fatherly protection building up in my chest. I walk to the doors with a wide smile on my face, motioning to the never ending hallways.

"Let's go explore."

[ID: A digital drawing of a plague doctor and plague nurse based off two Squishable plush designs. They are standing facing each other. On the left is the plague doctor. They wear a white bird shaped mask with a long beak and beady eyes, a black hat, a black cloak, and boots. They have a necklace with a ring around their neck. They hold a black lantern in their left hand. To the right is the plague nurse. They also wear a white bird mask, but their eye has eyeliner drawn with it. They wear a yellow hood, a white dress, and heeled shoes. They have a heart pendant around their neck. They carry a pink lantern in their right hand. Both of them are holding hands with the ones that are not carrying lanterns. A small pink heart floats between them. End ID]

they were a plague doctor… they were a plague nurse… can i make it any more obvious?

Masterlist:

*Imagines that aren’t linked means that they aren’t published yet*

Original Stories:

Senseless Reality

Series

Imagines/One-shots:

Die Hard(Movies):

Simon Gruber Pt.1: A Stranger

Simon Gruber Pt.2: A Savior

Simon Gruber: Escape

Simon/Hans Gruber Pt.1: Alone

Simon Gruber Pt.2: I Will Protect You

Simon Gruber: Am I Worth Anything?

Simon Gruber: Vengeance

Simon Gruber: Lost

Simon Gruber: Fear

DH3 Cast: Anxiety

Star Trek:

Christopher Pike: You Saved Me

Christopher Pike: Arguments

Seven of Nine: Effigy

War Games(1983):

Dr. Stephen Falken: Enough Games

Dr. Stephen Falken: Living in the Past

David Lightman: Escape

David Bowie/Characters:

David Bowie: Sun Rays to Rainy Days

David Bowie: The Actress

David Bowie: Kid Sister

David Bowie: Confrontations

David Bowie: Determination

David Bowie: Don't Go

David Bowie: Security

Jack Celliers: Beautiful Eyes

Jack Celliers: Sadie

Jack Celliers: Alive

Rockstar: Your Story(Interview)

I Can't Stay Here Anymore

Jareth: Quelled Fear

Jareth: Twin Souls

Jareth: Lost Child

Jareth: Lost Queen

Jareth: Back Away

Mick Ronson:

Rockstar: Your Story(Interview)

I Can't Stay Here Anymore

Hannibal(TV):

Hannibal Lecter Pt.1: Antisocial

Hannibal Lecter Pt.2:Antisocial

Hannibal Lecter: New Patient

Hannibal Lecter: Protector

Marvel/DC:

Alfred Pennyworth: Alone

The Elder Maximoff(Series)

Animes:

Beastars- Pina: Leave My Lioness Alone

Beastars- L/Rouis: Scars

SpyxFamily- Loid Forger: Ease Up Old Man

TLOK- Kuvira: Safe

TLOK- Kuvira: A Friendly Face

TLOK- Kuvira: Prison Break

TLOK- Kuvira: Freedom

TLOK- Kuvira: An Uncertain Future

TLOK- Kuvira: Fury

TLOK- Kuvira: Ambush

TLOK- Kuvira: Sisters

TLOK- Kuvira: Bandits

TLOK- Kuvira: The Abused

TLOK- Kuvira: Fear

TLOK- Kuvira: Regret

TLOK- Kuvira: Sergeant

TLOK- Kuvira: Gone Astray

TLOK- Kuvira: Critical

TLOK- Lin Beifong: Family

TLOK- Lin Beifong: Lost

Black Butler- Sebastian Michaelis: Reaper

The Lion King:

Scar: What Did I Do?

Scar: Betrayal

Scar's Adopted Brother(Series)

Cats(Musical):

Munkustrap: The Beast He Made

Munkustrap: Why?

Broadchurch:

Alec Hardy: A Messed Up Situation

Alec Hardy: Correlation Does Not Equal Causation

Unraveled (Series)

Harry Potter:

Severus Snape: Siblings

BBC:

Doctor Who- 10th Doctor: Reunited

Doctor Who- 11th Doctor: I Didn't Mean To

Johnny Depp:

Johnny Depp: Bodyguard Bestfriend

Tom Hanson: Where is Y/N?

Sweeney Todd: Feeling Fatherly

John Dillinger: I Loved You

Jack Sparrow: Too Far

George Jung: Dangerous Affair

House MD:

Gregory House: Consequences

MASH:

Benjamin 'Hawkeye' Pierce: Decisions

Margaret ‘Hot Lips’Houlihan: Friends

NCIS/Criminal Minds:

Aaron Hotchner: Found Out

Aaron Hotchner: First and Last Phone Call

BAU: Team Member to Murderer

Jethro Gibbs: The Dangers of Pride

Peaky Blinders:

Thomas Shelby: The Blind Woman

The Dressmaker:

Tilly Dunnage: I'll Be Here

LOTR/The Hobbit:

Thranduil: Why Did You Run?

Thranduil: Abandoned

Thranduil: Nin Naur

Woodland Princess (Series)

House of the Dragon:

Daemon Targaryen: Daughter

Daemon Targaryen: Bastard

Daemon Targaryen: Unexpected

Daemon Targaryen/Matt Smith: Two Face

Aemond Targaryen: Blood Debt

Hazbin Hotel:

In progress

Imagine David Bowie yelling "BEGONE THOT" in the middle of a parking lot at night