The Great War

“The great war”

Pairing: Benjicot “davos” blackwood x fem!reader

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“Take one step ahead—” you hoisted your dagger forward, “ —and I will slit that pretty throat of yours.” Benji smiled, cocking his head to sideways, his face gleaming with blood of your men. “ I would like that sweetheart.” he said, “ you like my throat ? ”

~ Bloody Ben living upto his name, too much blood and violence, Benji isn't morally obliged, Bracken! Reader, knife kink, Benji being flirty, physical pain, enemies to lovers kinda flirting.

“ He's looking at you ! ” one of the girls squealed, tugging at your skirt while you looked the other way.

“ Shh, you're being loud.” the other hissed, you nodded, smiling to yourself.

“ C'mon, give him one look—”

“ —what if he marries you ? ”

“ shut up.” you glared at them, despite the blood that rushed in your cheeks, your heart thudded as your risked a glance at him.

And there he was, Benjicot blackwood with his young chiseled jaw, looking right at you.

His glint only sparkled when he caught you looking, mouth tugging at the corner of his beautiful face.

“ You are blushing! ”

“ Stop gawking, it doesn't suit a lady.”

But you ignored all calls as Benji raised his goblet of wine along with several others in the hall, your brother amongst them.

“ To peace.” someone said, all drunk and slurred but the hall echoed with oaths of peace, it was spectacular how Benji said them with his eyes just on you.

“ You're drooling.” the girl next to you smirked, pushing her grease stained hands on your face.

“ I am not droo—”

And the chaos broke lose.

There was a high pitched scream and somewhere, someone was dead. Suddenly everyone was aware, drunkards sleeping on the table were on their feet, their swords shivering in their hands, harem were no where to be seen, hiding down the table, mothers rushing with infants clinging to their chest. You froze in your skin, the girl next to you was suddenly screaming as she was dragged away, no, no, no—

The air around you was suddenly too metallic and damped to breathe in, you looked up at the bloodshed, Where are you brother ?

Instead you found the young blackwood lord, he was still looking at you, his grin high on his face, his face— you saw, blood sprayed across and dripping, not his. Oh.

“ To peace.” Benji mouthed, before someone yanked you back and you passed out, everything grey and white — going black.

~~~

It's been years now, but sometimes it felt like only a moment, when you could close your eyes and see his face, sniff the metallic air, almost touch his face, his bloody face —bloody Ben.

The forest of Riverdales were to be avoided at all cost, so your brother chose the northern aisles — not the safest route but bandits were seriously no one's concern.

That night you saw him again, you never dreamt of it, it was just a glimpse and your yearning to touch his bloody face would take over, to feel it under your tips and you would wake up with shame and sweat and sometimes both.

But this time it started with scream, a loud shearing sound like one would give if his throat was slashed to the bones.

It took you moment to realise that it's not your dream, that you were very much awake, that there has been an attack.

“ Oh no.” you got up, throwing the fur that kept you warm aside as you saw fire and man running around, there were screams and cries. “ shit, shit, shit.” you breathed, grabbing your cloak as you rushed outside.

“ Miss, please go back inside ! ” one man said, he was holding a spear that was drenched in blood and flesh.

“ I need to find my brother.” You were standing at the flap of your tent, another cloaked man came rushing, his chestplate bobbling as he reached you.

“ It's his orders.” one said, the other one nodded, taking his stance at the opening of your tent.

“ But—”

A woman screamed as she fell, that sigil, oh my god, you thought but before you could do anything, the flap closed.

You could make out their silhouettes, they were standing with their spears, sword clinging to their armour.

There was a click and you would have missed it if you weren't looking too much, you took a step towards the opening, watching their shadow and your throat bobbled when one of them fell, just like that.

You blinked, the other knight met the same fate, one moment alive, the other gone.

Everything became too real and crumbled and you weren't really thinking when you grabbed the dagger you always kept under your pillow, it's coldness gripping and tugging under your skin, chilling your bones.

The flap opened and your breath hitched.

Oh.

You were so doomed.

“ Did i interrupt your sleep ? ” Benji smiled, his sword was drenched in blood and his face met the similar fate, he was dragging it forward, a straight bloody line forming on the ground, as his face illuminated with the afterglow.

“ Take one step ahead—” you hoisted your dagger forward, “ —and I will slit that pretty throat of yours.”

Benji smiled, cocking his head to sideways, his face gleaming with blood of your men.

“ I would like that sweetheart.” he said, “ you like my throat ? ”

Your face grew warm, the back of your knees hitting the cot with a thud.

“ I will hurt you.” you said, taking a sharp breath, Benji ran a hand through his hair, wiping some blood with the back of his hand as he scrunched his nose.

“ You didn't answer my question.” He pouted casually, taking steps ahead at you.

“ Your false queen wouldn't protect you ! ” You snarled at him, trying to hide the tremor in your veins and you expected him to launch, to take that sword and swing it in your head but that would easy, no fun at all.

“ You have only gotten prettier.” He said instead, dropping his sword with a clang, shuffling his blood smeared hands in the fruit basket, picking up an apple while dropping all the other contents down with a ckatter, taking a bite from the apple he picked up, amused when he saw you bristle.

“ c'mon, you do remember making eyes at me.” He accused, dropping the apple with satisfied grin, he jabbed a finger in your direction and you shaked your head, feeling your defenses crumble against him.

“ I do not remember making—” and last sounds drowned in your throat as he advanced at you, you raised your dagger that met the sharp metal of his chestplate, a clashing sound ripped apart, knocking you back on the cot, your dagger fell along, banging against the floor.

He smiled, in victory before his eyes widened as you lept at him, sending both of you down with loud thud that sent some satisfaction inside you when you strangled him.

He laid still, blinking, as you pinned his shoulders with your arms, keeping his waist secured by your knees.

“ What are you going to do ? ” He asked, as few moments passed with nothing but glaring on your side, your chest heaved with the stunt you pulled, drawing a breath before setting your lips in thin line, despite the utter joy that rushed through you in having him under control.

“ Remember what I said about your throat ?”

“ That it's pretty ? ” He cocked his eyebrow, smugness settling into his features. For seven heaven's sake, he's pinned down, bastard.

“ No.” You rolled your eye, “ The slitting part.”

“ So you are gonna slit my pretty throat ? ” He gasped when you pressed forward on his chest, leaning closer until your nose almost brushed. Lips few inches apart.

“ Just your throat.” you whispered down at him, deep inside, you were shaking, feeling your heart hammering against your ribs, you were scared, excited and feeling brave all the same time, it was confusing.

“ You might want something sharp... except your beauty, it can kill too...” He tried to lift his face to claim your lips before you pulled away with a red face, He winked.

“ shut up.”

“ I would love a knife against my—” Ben made eye contact, “— pretty throat.”

“Bloody annoying.” you muttered under your breath, he chuckled while you looked at your dagger that was too far, then the table knife caught your gaze, It fell at some point, it was just a few paces from you and him and if you could just grab it, just a little stretching, and Just when you had—oops.

You knew it was bad move, that you should've known the moment he suggested you to get a weapon to cut his pretty throat

how could you have forgotten ?

He was the same man who said, “ To peace.” before uprising the bloodshed. A bloody traitor.

One moment you were on top of him, in charge, going to kill him and the next he threw you over, shattering everything you believed in, turning your whole world upside down, he pinned your whole body down with his arm while the other rested under your head before it hit the floor, a crack — probably his knuckles.

He grinned like maniac, his eyes glistening as he did so, taking a look of your flushed face, your neck prickled at his gaze.

“ I will hurt you.” he mimicked you, taking the sharp knife away from your hands in one jerk, his other hand pinning you down on the floor.

“ I hate you.” you blinked, pain shooting up your spine as his weight dropped on you, heavy and suffocating.

“ Oh no sweetheart, you don't.” he said.

yes, maybe not that much—shut up,

He grabbed your chin, lifting it forward before he got up from you and outstretching his hand.

“ c'mon, can't lose you another time, can I ?”

You looked at his fingers, covered in blood of your men, you tried not to think but...but perhaps your brother.

“ Kill me if you want to.” you gulped, “ But I will not go anywhere with you.”

“ You will survive the great war.” He smiled, taking your hand as he jerked you up, your when body leaning against him before you pulled away.

“ Don't touch me.” you bristled, pulling your night gown closer to your body.

“ While I would very much like to talk more darling, but I fear we don't have time.”

And just when he said it, a fire erupted on the other side of the tent, blazing flames roaring with more screaming.

“ C'mon.” he grabbed your hand, rather forcefully as you tried to squirm away.

“ NO.” you roared at him, smoke filling the space, as one wall burnt down to ashes, you could see more shadows of people running.

Dead bodies lying around like they were mere things, but not people with lives and memories, or people who had lives and memories.

“ I won't hurt you.” Ben said above the flames, not dropping your hand despite the scratching and screaming.

“ Leave—” you sinked your nails in his flesh, “ me alone ! ” you gritted your teeth.

He sighed, for the first time he was truly disappointed, his eyes blazing and the blood gleaming on his skin, dropping your hand as you looked at with a bewildered look.

Did he just do that for real ?

“ How feral you are darling.” He said, before he knocked you out and everything was black again.

Do you ever wonder why that ship got you in a chokehold ? Every fic, every piece of media just consumes you within, leaving you empty and with an ache that just wouldn't let go. Do you think about them constantly because I do, all the time, everything is about them and you know why ?

Because they are a tradegy.

Yes, doomed by narrative, doomed by choices, doomed by fates, and destiny and words and souls and even the stars.

And you want to hear the saddest part ?!

They always knew, knew how they could never make it, knew how there's just hope and knew so well how there almost will be their forevers, how they would eventually lose one another, how they could only hold on to each for only a moment and they did, because that's there infinity, they loved each so devastingly that it didn't matter how they ended, we know the story, so did they, yet we are there again and again, watching them fall in love in different lifetimes ( Au's ) watching them fawning and drooling over each other ( tropes ) and even if it leaves a gap in my heart that could never be recovered and a sense that I would never experience the joy of seeing and knowing them for the first time, it's still worth it, like it was for them. Also thankyou writers and artists and readers and everyone who make this tradegy truly magical.

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Soft love

perhaps you love like a child, and that's alright. there's something so sweet and lovely about the way you care for others – perhaps you wish to be loved so freely like this as well; being loved loudly and hugely and wrapped up in someone's arms like it's just so natural – please keep your head up. i love you. please love yourself the same way.

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