#also tormented by his little brother who he tries to protect from their father

[s0fter-sin]

ghost having absolutely no self esteem until he joins the military and pinning his self-worth on his performance in the field, seeing his only value as a weapon which only gets worse when he’s legally dead and all but owned by the military makes me want to eat glass

[acourtofthought]

I haven't seen this particular gem of a post but there is apparently one going around stating that everyone in the ACOTAR world has suffered more than Lucien, that he doesn't know suffering.

Just a little starter here. The first book began with Lucien's friend being murdered because they needed to sacrifice him in order to break the curse on Spring.

"Autumn Court is ...cutthroat. Beautiful, but his brothers see each other only as competition, since the strongest of them will inherit the title."

"Lucien fell in love with a faerie whom his father considered to be grossly inappropriate for someone of his bloodline." "His father had her put down. Executed, in front of Lucien, as his two eldest brothers held him and made him watch."

"Without his title protecting him, his brothers thought to eliminate one more contender to the High Lord's crown. Three of them went out to kill him."

"But he has never forgotten what they did to her, or what his brothers tried to do to him. Even if he pretends that he has."

"She took his eye as punishment. Carved it out with her own fingernail, then scarred his face. She sent him back so bloody that Tamlin...The High Lord vomited when he saw his friend."

Lucien's brothers lurked on the edges of the crowd - no remorse, no fear on their handsome faces. Amarantha sighed. "I thought you would have learned your lesson, Lucien. Though this time your silence will damn you as much as your tongue." Lucien kept his eyes shut. Ready - he was ready for Rhysand to wipe out everything he was, to turn his mind, his self into dust.

"but only after she made Tamlin bestow Lucien's punishment. Twenty lashes." (remember, because he tried to help Feyre in her trial? Also she prevented Lucien from being able to heal).

"Lucien lay chained to the center of the floor on the other side of the chamber, his remaining russet eye so wide that it was surrounded with white. / Again he was to be Amarantha's toy to torment."

"Don't give me that look, Lucien." SIlence again. Then a vicious snarl, and a shudder of magic rocked the house. Tamlin's voice had been low, deadly. Do not push me on this. I didn't want to know what was happening in that room, what he'd done to Lucien.

Thoughts slammed into me, images and memories, a pattern of thinking and feeling that was old, and clever and sad, endlessly sad and guilt-ridden, hopeless -

"She - she didn't act that way at..." Lucien. Lucien had hated her. Had made vague, vicious allusions to not liking her, to being approached by her. I was going to throw up. Had she...had she pursued him like that? Had he...had he been forced to say yes because of her position?

He might have completed the Great Rite with Ianthe of his own free will, but he certainly hadn't enjoyed it. Some line had been blurred - badly.

I waited the five minutes it took Tamlin to decide not to kill Lucien, and then smiled. I wondered if Lucien had pieced it together. That I had known Tamlin would come to my room tonight, after I had given him so many shy touches and glances today.

"Back off". "Do not touch me," he growled." Where Lucien stood, back against a tree - twin bands of blue stone shackled around his wrists. / And in this case...holding Lucien against that tree as Ianthe surveyed him like a snake before a meal. She slid a hand over the broad panes of his chest, his stomach. And Lucien's eyes shot to me as I stepped between the trees, fear and humiliation reddening his golden skin.

As the youngest of seven sons, I wasn't particularly needed or wanted."

"Did you think it was mere hatred that prompted my brothers to do their best to break and kill me?"

The circle of people who now claimed to be Feyre's new family...It was what, long ago, he'd once thought life at Tamlin's court would be. An ache like a blow to the chest went through him.

"I am Lucien. Seventh son of the High Lord of the Autumn Court. And a whole lot of nothing.

"I do not belong in the Autumn Court. And I'm willing to be I'm no longer welcome at h- the Spring Court." Home, he had almost said.

"The same things he does now." Helion waved a hand. "Belittle her, leave bruises where no one but him will see them." (So to recap, Beron physically and verbally abuses his WIFE, killed Lucien's love and people think he had an easy childhood with this man?)

It would explain why his father and brothers detest him so much - why they have tormented him his entire life.

I hadn't asked Lucien any questions about that visit - to Tamlin. Lucien hadn't explained the black eye and cut lip, either.

"I don't have anywhere else to go." "You ruined any chances I have of going back to Spring. Not to Tamlin, but to the court beyond his house. Everyone either still believes the lies you spun or they believe me complicit in your deceit" - Side note but even knowing this, about how the people feel about him because of Feyre's schemes, Lucien still allowed the NC to permanently station him there in SF. It's really cute of E/riels to think Az is having such a rough go of it, living in the Night Court with the brothers who love him, while Lucien just has it so easy, right?

The male had grown up alongside Eris. Had dealt with Eris's and Beron's cruelty. Had his lover slaughtered by his own father.

This paragraph is about Eris: Beron had tortured his own son for information, rather than thanking the Mother for returning him. / The male had been raised with every luxury and privilege - on paper. But who knew what terrors Beron had inflicted upon him?

So with that said, If that's how Beron treated his own son how do you think he treated the son he suspected belonged to another man?

Cassian knew Beron had murdered Lucien's lover. If the High Lord of Autumn had been willing to do that, what wouldn't he do?

So by all means, I'd love to know how a character who we have canon evidence of suffering from his younger years all the way through the present has it so much easier than everyone else?

Someone's selective reading is showing!!

[bonefall]

what do you of "the man who sold the world" for fallenleaf? friend is getting me into nirvana and i cant do anything without thinking of the Beasts

Hmm... honestly? I think it fits other characters much better!

Man Who Sold The World always reads to me as like... a dangerous character, could be a demon, could be an evil parent, could be a more literal villain in some kind of story, who has unambiguously gotten its ass kicked and banished. In its defeat, it realizes that it can turn it around; by trying to convince one of their Victims to join them.

And succeeding.

(and it's why Nirvana's version is my favorite, Cobain's voice is just the right amount of hoarse that makes me feel like the Victim Character has lost a lot of sleep over it. Vulnerable and open to the offer of the Villain, possibly on the brink of desperation in their own life. It has that sort of angsty-young-adult madness that makes choosing bad decisions sooo much easier. Bowie's and Ure's versions are also fantastic, but imo they're a lot more dreamlike, like the victim is being more entranced than convinced!)

The song isn't about breaking out of that cycle. It's about "laughing and shaking his hand," returning home almost unaware of any change. But over many years, in tiny little ways that add up into even bigger ones, slowly the Victim becomes another man who sold the world.

They doesn't even realize when they died alone along their quest, just that it must have been long, long ago.

Some of that fits Fallenleaf, but it's not quite the same vibe. She killed Ashfur in revenge. She sought out Sol and took his deal for power, and tried to kill her own brother. She subjugated an entire Ancient Lake society-- and the only thing she can really blame Sol for is how it got bored of her and kicked her out of her own body.

Those were things she did. And they're things she lives with. Trickery was less a part of it than she might have wanted to believe at some point in her long, guilty life.

NATURALLY I'm inspired by Cheecat's really great animation they made with Brambleclaw and Tigerstar, and I think it fits Tigerstar to a T, but who I always think of is Hawkfrost.

Especially in BB, where RiverClan raised him to lean into his legacy. Not Clanborn, from a young age he had to work twice as hard, prove that he and his sister were "worth" keeping around, told that they were only protected by that diluted Tigerkin blood that trickles through their veins and that Tigerstar was an ideal to live up to...

Only the thinnest veneers of, "Be what he was, without his flaws" to hold him back from fully adopting everything his father ever stood for. A father he never met, who hurt his mother, who killed and traumatized countless clanmates.

And then Hawkfrost sees him. The song kicks in. "I thought you died alone, a long long time ago."

"Not me. I never lost control." It means that those "flaws," they weren't so bad. "You're face to face with the man who sold the world" and I can teach you the value of that.

He leaves that exchange feeling warm. "I laughed and shook his hand." He goes through the destruction of the forest (looking for form), the great journey (and land), and eventually finds himself in all the conflicts of TNP. No one knows at what point he stopped being the noble young warrior who stood up for Reedpaw against his tormenters, or when wanting to protect his sister became abuse and belittling.

But at some point, he died alone, long before his heart stopped beating on that stake.

He ends up in the Dark Forest with his father, preparing for the change that's coming in OotS, but not by the end of the song. At the end of the song his father has successfully dragged him down to his level, singing the same tune, trying to pretend that his dad getting him pointlessly shish-kebabed for a petty personal dispute wasn't a critical L to the chest.

[belit0]

Indra with prompt 7 where reader and him have just gotten married?? Btw, I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOUR WORK AND YOUR WRITING IS SO GOOD!! ALSO, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR WRITING FOR INDRA HE’S MY FAV ❤️❤️❤️

7) Them exploring each others' bodies, but not in a sexual way.

AAAAAAAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR LIKING MY STUFF!! I FEEL YOU SO BAD WITH THE INDRA SITUATION

He is also my favorite, and it destroys me how he has so little recognition and content to his name. People need to appreciate the hell out of this man HE'S THE CREATOR OF ALL THE CHARACTERS WE LOVE OMG

(Y/N) never heard him speak, at least not directly to her. From the moment Indra chose her as his future wife, she has only heard his voice from afar, addressing her parents or people in her village. He never paused to even greet her, introduce himself, or explain.

Indra came to her small village looking to hire manpower for construction in his territory, having heard rumors (Y/N)'s family was the best in the area when it came to edification. The Otsutsuki had recently become famous after destroying his brother and winning an ancestral war, crowning himself as a man to be feared and respected.

No one wanted to be in the spotlight of his attention, and people preferred to give him whatever he wanted to avoid perishing in the attempt. The man arrived at their home with blueprints to execute his new settlement, having changed his last name so as not to be associated with his father's or younger brother's image.

It didn't take long before he crossed paths with (Y/N) by pure chance, while he was finalizing details with her father on how they would carry out the constructions and with what materials. They were sitting at the main table one night, as she entered her house to go to bed. The girl observed how her father was tense and alert in front of the presence of such a person, and when they exchanged glances, tried to warn her wordlessly to hide.

The Otsutsuki fixed his eyes on her, and that was the moment he decided to take her as his wife. For the remaining days, he continued to make arrangements with her family, and no one could stop him from taking her with him when everything was planned. Saying no to Indra was inevitable doom, and (Y/N) understood she had to obey his orders if she wanted to protect her people.

He took her along with a convoy of villagers from her hometown, who went to the new and recently founded Uchiha territory to lend a hand. The work lasted months, of complicated execution and with no room for mistakes under the frightening gaze of the most villainous man in the world, but it was accomplished.

When everything was finished, her family had to leave, and (Y/N) could not join them.

There was no formal wedding, with the Otsutsuki reluctant to follow such protocols, and simply proclaimed her as his wife in front of the entire Uchiha clan. People knew not to mess with her and respected her as Indra's legitimate wife, but that was all.

Life continued to go on as usual, and the woman had to adapt to her new destiny. Her so-called husband dedicated himself to ignoring her, pretending her existence was unimportant and attending to a million other matters before even looking at her.

(Y/N) did not let his attitude discourage her, and she thrived despite his indifference. She found friends and supporters, and learned about Indra from them. At the moment, the Uchiha clan consisted of all those who supported him on the battlefield and chose him as their leader. Everyone spoke with respect and admiration about the Otsutsuki, and the girl came to know his life story from the accounts of others.

Indra was a tormented and haunted man, someone hurting, and perhaps he just needed space before he could approach her in a concrete way.

She waited, and found a way of life that made her happy in spite of everything. Her husband never limited her or gave her any orders, letting her be free and able to build her day-to-day life as she wished. If she wanted to devote herself to learning ninjutsu, she could. If she preferred to dedicate her time to more mundane tasks or do nothing at all, that was fine too.

It took a couple of months of cohabitation before the man finally got a good look at her, and it happened on a night of a full moon and pouring rain. Usually, the Otsutsuki disappears with the fall of the sun, and (Y/N) presumes it's for training, but with the weather as such, there's no way. The ground turned to mud and there is no visibility because of the rain, the water bringing icy winds in tandem.

Taking no qualms about his presence, the girl continued with her evening routine as if the man was not there, playing the same game of indifference. She finished with all the actions required to get into bed, coolness not helping to keep her away from the sheets.

What she didn't expect was to feel the mattress sink a few seconds after she laid down, Indra settling down next to her for the first time in months. Not speaking to her also came with not sharing a bed, and (Y/N) always wondered where the Otsutsuki slept.

Her heart races and she suddenly becomes nervous, never having had to face this situation in all the time they've been together. She fixes her gaze on him, determined not to be intimidated by the man with whom she is supposed to share her life, and for the first time, she gets a closer look.

He is devilishly handsome, with defined and dreamy features, a sharp jaw, and elongated fox-like eyes. He wears his hair tied in a bun, with a few pieces raining raggedly down his face. Indra is a dream, and (Y/N) gets even more nervous.

"You're agitated...would you rather I spend the night somewhere else...?" According to people's accounts, Indra seems to spit fire when he speaks, but the way he phrased the question carries a hint of teasing and sarcasm.

"No... I do believe it's about time." She decides not to flinch in front of him, and face him with the same level of intonation. They both glare at each other, a duel of stares (Y/N) is not willing to lose.

The girl analyzes the man, sitting on the bed against the headboard and imitating his posture. Indra is not wearing a T-shirt, only some baggy pants. There is a huge scar on his chest, dangerously close to his heart, and looking fresh. Fearlessly, (Y/N) runs her fingertips over it.

It has a terribly smooth texture and decorates his body as if it was meant to fit in that particular spot. "Where did this come from?" she asks without looking him in the eye, sight fixed where her fingers still touch his skin.

"Family squabbles, if you might call it somehow." She can hear a smirk in his words, as the Otsutsuki puts his hand against her cheek, touching a mark (Y/N) has carried since being little girl.

"What about this?"

"Learning to chop wood with my father, if you might call it somehow." She dares to connect with his eyes again and sees him smiling genuinely. The stories and narrative construction people provided about Indra portrayed him as a cold and heartless being, a tyrant with so many murders on top of him as to be uncountable, an evil and sinister man.

Perhaps they were all wrong, and no one really knew him.

Feeling reaffirmed by him, she takes his arm and looks at the skin closely. Another huge scar looking much older decorates the surface. "First time I made use of one of my techniques to defend... someone." There is a hint of nostalgia in his words, and (Y/N) assumes he is referring to a too-distant past.

A huge hand closes over the curve of her waist and draws her close until they are mouth-to-mouth. Surprised by his boldness, she allows herself to indulge in the sweet, first kiss she shares with her husband, feeling his fingers roam her figure over her clothes.

"I wondered what it would feel like to touch you once and for all."

[doofus-and-dragons]

As stated in my last post, I've been having sibling thoughts about Dagur, Heather, and Hiccup. My last post was about cannon. This one is about an au where everything is the same, but Hiccup grew up on Berserker Island as Dagur's baby brother (this is purely self-indulgent so please don't come at me).

The events of the first movie are largely the same (Dagur doesnt get a dragin because he wants a rare and ferocious one like his brother), with a few exceptions.

Instead of being bullied by his Berserker peers, Hiccup is largely ignored (this is due less to the fact that he's the chief's son, and more because Dagur is over protective of his little brother).

Hiccup is, however, bullied by the kids of Berk when his family goes to sign the treaty. Dagur is the heir, so he learns how to be diplomatic. During these times is when the others (mostly Snotlout and maybe the twins) strike.

If Dagur isn't with their Dad, the twins try to find a way to separate them so they can torment Hiccup.

After the first movie, their Dad goes missing and Dagur takes the title of chief. He tells people he killed his father, and begs Hoccup not to say anything. Hiccup agrees, but watches as chiefdom makes his brother,well, more deranged. He tries to stay and help his brother, but he also has things to do for dragons.

Hiccup goes to Berk (being their main allies, although shakey) and helps them learn to live at peace with the dragons as well. Stoick gives him the academy and Hiccup goes back and forth from Berk and Berserker Island.

When he's home, he spends as much time with his brother as he can. But his brother's deteriorating mental state is taking a toll on him as well.

When Dagur is locked up, Hiccup stays on Berk.

The events of rtte happen much the same as they do in cannon, with the addition of angst because Dagur was at one time Hiccup's hero. Now he's fighting against him.

When he finds out who Heather is, the reunion happens with a little more emotion.

Heather thought Hiccup was Stoick's son, so that also adds a layer.

"Stoick the Vast gave this horn to Oswald the agreeable when his newborn daughter was born. Heather, you were that daughter. Heather, you're our sister."

"W-what do you mean our?"

"Oh? Did you neglect to tell her that, brother?"

"...I'm not Stoick's son. Im Dagur's little brother. I was born after you were lost."

Dagur wants her to choose a brother.

For plot reasons (mainly to take down whatever operation Dagur is running with the Hunters), Heather joins Dagur. This hurts Hiccup, but he pushes it to the wayside (typical hiccup).

Pretty much the events of rtte happen the exact same way but with added layers.

Heather still joins the riders, but Hiccup has to spend a little more time earning her trust since he never told her he was related to Dagur.

The whole "Heather spends most of Dagur's redemption arch wanting to kill Dagur" still happens because I love Hiccup holding her back from committing murder.

Also, with Hiccup being the youngest in the family, he's free to pursue his intrest in dragons! He doesn't have the weight of chiefdom hanging over his head!

I'm not going to go through the whole show because that's 6 seasons of dagur-hiccup-heather content I have to sift through and I don't have the energy to do so. But you see where I'm coming from. I think it's a cute idea. I might do something with this later but for now I'm tired.

[alannybunnue]

Daemon and Baratheon Reader was chef kiss

How does she react when Daemon tries to be a good husband aftes more than a decade of neglet?

for once she has a form of power, Daemon needs her reacting to be a good husband,how do children react to this person they call father trying to be a good parent?

Would they probably have to go to court? Would Daemon walk up to the Reader and say for God's sake pretend I'm a good husband, or do they stay at Dragonstone,does he genuinely try to be better or does he try to outsmart his brother?

I don't think Viserys has to remarry, Daemon has seven children,so what happens to Alicent?

HOHOHO

You requested and i shall give. So before i begin, i must explain some details

Considering that yes, Daemon has 7 kids (3 boys and 4 girls) most likely that Viserys won't need to marry, he could instead (if Daemon were taken away from the line of heritage) make Baelon heir or marry him to Rhaenyra.

Daemon is trying to outsmart his brother, he doesn't care for wife and kids...at first

Also, here is the list of the kids before we actually begin:

Baelon (9-10 years old): Eldest and responsible son, wants to protect his family from his excuse of a father, rider of the Cannibal(Now named Viserion)

Aegon (8 years old): Second son and devoted sibling, follows up to his older brother since he has no father for that and he's also his brother's helper. Rider of the sheepstealer (he kept the name)

Aerea (7-8 years old): First daughter and most wise, is a bookworm who loves history and arts, also helps her mother and brother in taking care of her younger siblings. Soon to be rider of Grey Ghost

Elaena (5 years old): The second daughter and the scared little girl of the family, is shy and doesn't know how to respond to people scolding her. She follows up to her older siblings a lot. She has a young dragon called Starfyre, they are really close.

Aerion (3-4 years old): Third and last son, is the trouble child who throws tantrums whenever something doesn't go his way. He has a young dragon called Brightflame

Daena (2 years old): Third daughter, the giggly girl, curious and causes scandals thanks to it, like once when she ended up in the top of the castle and made Baelon pick her up with Viserion, no one know how she got there. Her dragon egg hatched but no name was decided

Rhaenys (2 weeks old): Fourth daughter, a quiet thing...sometimes. Her egg has not hatched yet.

->

"BAELON!"

"Oh so you do remember my name!"

The boy ran really fast after taunting the man he should call his "father", he knew it wasn't the brightest idea, but he also knew that he wouldn't get another chance to do this.

So to escape the man, he ran to his mother.

"See? It's not hurt dearest- Baelon?" - The Lady looked at her eldest confused while carrying for her second born, Aegon.

The boy immediately hid behind his mother and dragged his brother closer, Lady Baratheon although confused, found that a bit amusing.

But her smile didn't last long, in the moment her husband stepped inside the room.

"...What are you doing here?" - She questioned the Prince in her most serious tone.

"The King sended him away" - Baelon answered - "He threatened him and now the Prince wants to play 'Happy Family'"

"Boys, go find your siblings, it's almost late and you haven't ate" - Their mother ordered them, both the boys leave the room immediately.

The couple didn't look at each other, Lady Baratheon turn away to care for her little one.

"There's no need for you to stay here" - She told him - "I can write to Viserys as if you were doing your role as husband and father."

"Viserys is a fool, but not to this point, he will figure out sooner than later" - Daemon protested - "So you plan to torment me for a while until your brother is convinced?"

"You are going to trick our children to believe that they have a father after years?" - She questioned, obviously irritated with all of this - "And for what? What did he threatened you with that would make you come back- Ah..."

Lady Baratheon is no fool to Daemon's intentions and desires, she knows the only thing he keeps fighting for other than himself, was the bloody Iron Throne.

"All because of the throne...of course" - She put her daughter to sleep in her crib, and looks at her husband one more time - "I guess you lost then, because no one here is gonna help you."

"Our children don't know you, they call you "father" because they follow up to Baelon, a 9 year old boy who had done a way better job than you." - She reminded him - "And i have no feelings for you and i won't pretend that i have, so you might as well leave with your whore, for i have no intentions on helping you."

Daemon was impulsive, he immediately tried to grab his wife by the throat, but she was quicker and dogde the attack.

"Just leave at once or don't bother my family, make your choice then." - She says before leaving the room.

Daemon now looked around the room, and looked at the crib with the small child sleeping quietly.

No, he didn't wanted this life, but he couldn't escape from it, especially now.

Baelon, on other hand, was now sitting on the dining table with his 6 siblings now eating...or so he wished.

"I don't want this!!" - Exclaimed by Aerion, his younger brother who always throws a tantrum for anything he doesn't like. This time he keeps punching the table.

"Aerion, stop it! I trying to feed Daena! Baelon, do something!!" - Aerea demanded, as she was taking care of her little sister Daena.

Seeing the chaos entering the room, Baelon had one thing he could do to stop it.

"I WANT DESSERT! I WANT DESSERT" - Aerion yelling while making Elaena cover her years in frustration. Baelon got up from his seat and got next to his little brother.

"...Or you eat your food right now...or i will give Brightflame as food for Viserion" - He said with a low and serious tone - "Do you doubt me?"

"No..." - Aerion said with his arms crossed, knowing he was defeated, since Baelon knows how he loves his dragon.

Baelon sat back in his seat while dinner went smoothly.

"You weren't really going to give Brightflame to Viserion, right?..." - Elaena asked quietly to her brother - "Nah, but Aerion doesn't need to know that." - the little shit answered with a smirk on his face.

"Is mother coming soon? We almost done" - Aerea questioned - "Yeah! I want momma! Baelon is mean!" - Aerion exclaimed

"Mother is busy" - Baelon explained - "With father..." - Aegon said sadly

"FATHER?!" - All of the others yelled, while Daena giggled.

"Keep quiet! He can hear us!" - Baelon scolded them - "Thanks Aegon, no one needed to know that."

"Father is gonna stay here anyway..." - Aegon said - "No he won't, there's no reason for him to be here, he most likely will leave tomorrow or the morning after." - Baelon protested - "So we all must just ignore his presence."

"I'm gonna stab him" - Aerion threatened

"No Aerion!" - Everyone demanded

Later, Baelon was preparing himself to take a small ride on Viserion, so he walked down the halls with his siblings (Who wanted to see) and Sir Edrik.

All of them just failed to do one thing, spot their father not too far from them.

[arraxies]

Lily of the Valey

known for good luck and happiness, it also is a very poisonous flower. Therefore, it can represent sadness, pain, loss, and death.

Characters: Lucerys Velaryon, Aemond Targaryen, Corlys Velaryon. Aegon III Targaryen, Alicent Hightower.

Tags: Forced marriage. Forced Mating. A/B/O - Dynamics. Lucemond. Aemond tries. Luke tries. Luke survives the fall. Post DOTD. knotting. Explicit scenes. Sot Lucemond. They don't wanna hurt anymore.  Breeding kink. King Aemond Targaryen. 

word count: 1646

The war was finally over. Blood had run through the realm, that of both men and dragons before peace was finally over them. But the fight was not yet over for Lucerys Velaryon, now Targaryen. Eldest surviving child of The half year queen Rhaenyra Targaryen.  

He had survived the fall over ship breakers bay, taken as a prisoner of war by his uncle, Aemond. Lucerys had been kept locked away in Maegor’s holdfast, and he would not see the world outside until the end of the war. As an Omega he was to be kept away from lustful eyes, so as to not taint him, on the behest of the dowager queen Alicent.  

He was fortunate, or at times unfortunate for the servants still loyal to his mother who told him news of the war around him. Yet it was his uncle, the One-eye, who boasted about his stepfather’s death. Of his brother’s fall. Aegon, his eldest uncle,  had made him watch his mother be burned and swallowed by Sunfyre, as he held Aegon ||| before he was once again locked away.  

From a family of 7 there were now only 3. Corlys was still alive, but there was no denying his bastard blood no more, not with the weakness he held. They were no longer family. Now there was only Lucerys, little Aegon and little Viserys, who had been found a month after their mother’s death.

What no one had expected after the war, was the death of king Aegon, second of his name. Many speculated how his death came to be. Some believed it was from his wounds, too great to carry on, others believed it was poison. Luke didn’t care. His worst nightmare was still there. Still alive. And now King.  

Aemond had taken the throne after Aegon’s death. Luke knew the new king held no love in his heart, and he spent each day terrified of what he would do. Would he send his brothers away? Would he kill them? Would he kill Luke? Take his eye? Luke didn’t really care for his own well-being anymore. Too tired to fear for himself. But his brothers were only 5 and 6, still just babies in his eyes.  

But no. Aemond would not hurt his brothers, instead he would inflict the most horrid torment he could on Lucerys. He would marry him.  

Luke’s new prison was now his and his husband’s chamber. Had been since the wedding.  

The ceremony had been a small thing. Lucerys had been dressed in his mother’s old wedding gown, white and gold, a Velaryon cloak over his shoulders. At least his husband was not as cruel as to place a Targaryen or a Strong cloak on his shoulders. If Luke thought back, he could still feel the soft fabric and the sept’s words.  

—

“You may now cloak the bride and bring them under your protection" the sept voice echoed in the nearly empty hall. Luke’s Velaryon cloak was removed off of him by Corlys, the man taking the position of the father of the bride.  

Luke turned around to let Aemond place his own cloak. It was a Targaryen black, or so it seemed. On a closer look Luke could see it was the darkest of greens, the red 3 headed dragon stood to great contrast with it. It was heavy, as if the weight of the world was now placed upon Luke’s own shoulders.  

Lucerys turned back around, and for the first time that night, looked at Aemond’s face. The king wore the black crown of the conqueror and usurper. He had forgone his usual eyepatch, letting his sapphire be on full display in a menacing stare.  

Their hands were intertwined with a ribbon, forced to make contact as the sept continued the marriage ritual. "In the sight of the Seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one, for eternity." He then instructs them to, "Look upon one another and say the words."

Lucery’s voice is weak and quivers compared to Aemond’s strong booming voice as they echo each other.  

“Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger, I am his and he is mine from this day until the end of my days."

They are to seal their bond with a kiss, yet it is nothing more than a press of the corners of their mouths. But it must have been accepted as no one says anything.  

After the ritual there would usually be a feast or celebration, but they do nothing of the sort. The party is split up merely seconds after the dismissal. Luke stands still next to Aemond, he knows what comes next. They all do. He does not acknowledge Alicent’s worried gaze or Corlys’ hand on his shoulder as it squeezes in comfort.  

The whole walk to the queen and king’s chamber is a blur. If Aemond had said anything during their walk, he had not taken notice. He does not fully return to himself until the door locks. It’s as waking form a dream, and entering a nightmare. As if a dream within a dream. Never to wake up to the comfort of his mother, or the light teasing of his brother. He is alone. So utterly alone.  

He does not turn around as Aemond prowls towards him. Nor does he react as the Alpha slips the dress from his shoulders, kissing down his shoulder. He does not cry, does not dare shudder or pull away.  

He is slowly guided to their bed, placed beneath his new husband and king. He expected Aemond to be harsh and cruel, yet he is delicate in the way he removes the dress, leaving Lucerys bare for him.  

“I will not harm you.” Aemond whispers, as if sensing Luke’s barely hidden fear. “We are family now, our blood is one.” At those words, Lucerys finally let’s his tears fall.  

Aemond let’s him keep his dignity by not turning him around, letting him hide in the soft pillows. Aemond’s finger softly touches the folds of Luke’s cunts, softening the Omega to his touch. Luke feels the tension leave his body as it goes slow. The digit enters him slowly as Aemond’s other hand holds his lower body up.  

A sigh leaves his mouth at the feeling of Aemond’s finger within him, coaxing more slick to lubricate the alpha’s hand. A second finger soon joins in, the stretch bearable, at the brink of uncomfortable. Aemond scissors him open, a thumb rubbing at his clit, sending the occasional spark through Luke’s nerves. But what makes his entire body jolt is when Aemond’s fingers touch a spot hidden deep within him. The feeling forced a soft moan out of him, a sound he did not consent to making.  

Luke can feel the warm blush over his cheeks as shame takes over him. He expected Aemond to make some sort of remark, but the alpha keeps quiet, instead he just enters a 3rd finger. Lucerys fists the sheets beneath him at the feeling of the stretch and the pleasure from within.  

A knot is felt tight within his belly, as if a coil spun tight. Just as it is about to snap, Aemond retreats his fingers. A low whine leaves Luke at the loss but he is quickly shushed by soft kisses at his shoulder from the alpha. He feels Aemond position himself, the alpha’s cock hard yet softly pressing against his cunt.  

The drag of the cock is slow and at the border of painful as it enters, yet it stirs something within Luke. It goes on and on and on, filling Luke up to the brink of overfilling and once Aemond is fully settled he drapes himself over Luke, covering the small omega completely.  

Aemond’s hand finds Luke’s and slowly pries the fist away from the sheets before he interlocks their fingers. Aemond takes this moment to move with slow movements. He retreats until the cock is almost all the way out before he pushes in once more, phace quickening with each gasp Luke gives.  

Lucery’s gasps slowly turn into moans that are met with Aemond’s soft grunts in his ear. With just the slightest adjustment Aemond is able to hit the same spot his fingers had touched. The spark is even more intense now with the cock’s force, the pleasure blinding as Luke lifts his hips to meet Aemond’s forceful thrusts.  

Aemond’s movement quickens as the swell of the knot starts to form, Luke can feel how it stretches him even more with each pounding movement. The alpha does not relent, and Luke doesn’t want him to.  

The feeling in his core is back, the one that feels as if a string is being pulled tight, and this time, Aemond doesn’t let up. If anything, he gets even more intense. The thrust is even more powerful as they push Luke further and further. 

And just as the string snaps, so does the alpha’s knot lock them together. Luke’s moan is loud as he cums at the feeling of Aemond's seed filling inside him. The mating bite Aemond leaves on his shoulder makes him scream in ecstasy as his cunt pulses around the cock inside him, pumping the alpha for all he is worth. Aemond holds him through it, letting Luke convulse and shake through his orgasm as the bond settles within them both.

Aemond’s own emotions are on full display, they show a sense of contentment, satisfaction and desire. Luke feels himself tuning to his side, Aemond still inside him, and he will be for the next 30 minutes. Aemond spoons him from behind, hands rubbing at his stomach, as if feeling for a bulge, or perhaps the wish for a pup.  

The soft touches and warmth lull Luke to a soft sleep. It is dreamless and dark. No longer plagued by nightmares, at least for tonight.

[bbygrldaemon]

Worse Things

Chapter 05

warnings - graphic descriptions of violence, mentions of past child death, and very brief explicit sexual content. flashbacks high valyrian

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Three years later

Rhaenyra stared at her second half-brother, who was crying in the arms of one of her wet nurses. A heavily pregnant Alicent sat beside her, struggling to keep 7-year-old Aegon and 5-year-old Helaena seated as the carriage bumped along the road. Her father, King Viserys, sat beside the beta queen, his eyes fixed on Rhaenyra with a warm smile, seemingly oblivious to the rest of his children. They were traveling to the hunting site to celebrate Aemond’s second name day, just as they had done for Aegon’s. Rhaenyra had not wanted to come, knowing no one would miss her at the celebration, but Viserys had insisted she attend to show support for her brother.

She turned away, looking out through the narrow slits in the sides of the carriage, trying to block out everything happening around her. She missed Daemon. Three years ago, a letter had arrived from Runestone demanding justice for the head of House Royce. Rhea Royce had been found bloody and gravely wounded on the floor of a cave near the castle. Though barely clinging to life, when the guards tried to move her, all she could do was scream in agony. Maester Helliweg had examined her and declared her injuries beyond saving. In the end, her cousin Gerard Royce had finished her off out of mercy, but not before she had suffered for nearly two days.

It was a mystery how she had survived that long with such horrific wounds. By all accounts, it seemed impossible. Rhaenyra believed the gods had kept her alive so she could suffer the same torment she had inflicted upon Daemon. Even if Rhea had felt nothing but agony for those two days, it was still nothing compared to the years of pain she had caused her uncle. Now, Rhea Royce was dead, and Daemon was finally free—that was all that mattered.

Daemon and Baelon had disappeared four days before the female alpha had been found. Rhea had been searching for them, and the Royces believed it was the omega who had struck the fatal blow. The letter demanded that the king make his brother answer for his crimes, along with his sworn sword, Ser Luthor. But Viserys couldn’t believe his brother capable of such brutality and, besides, he had no idea where Daemon was.

Daemon, Baelon, Elinda, and Ser Luthor had been missing for a month before word came that Daemon was fighting alongside the Sea Snake in the Stepstones. Viserys had been furious, sending Kingsguards to retrieve his brother and nephew, but Daemon sent them back—wounded—and with a threat to kill the next guards or messengers sent after him.

In secret, Daemon had sent Rhaenyra a letter, assuring her that Baelon was safe in Driftmark and urging her to find an excuse to visit him. Rhaenyra had managed just that, using the pretext of visiting Laena. The king didn’t need to know that the other female alpha was also in the Stepstones, fighting alongside Corlys and Daemon.

Rhaenyra had longed to go see her uncle in the Stepstones, to make sure with her own eyes that he wasn’t injured. Ever since she’d heard of Rhea Royce’s death, her inner alpha had been restless, urging her to go claim her omega. Though the voice had always been there, it had become louder and more insistent. One day, she’d almost followed its call, already dressed in riding clothes at the Dragonpit, but she’d managed to restrain herself. She knew her sword skills weren’t sufficient for war. If it came down to it, Daemon would try to protect her, putting himself at risk; she’d only be a burden to him.

The carriage’s halt brought her back to the present. They exited one by one to find the guests already assembled. Viserys took Aemond from the wet nurse’s arms, holding him up as the crowd cheered for the little prince. Rhaenyra rolled her eyes, already over the entire affair. She glanced around and met the gaze of one of the Lannister twins, though she couldn’t recall his name. The alpha winked at her, and she responded with an awkward smile.

Inside the main tent, most lords and ladies were gathered. Her father sat on a throne off to one side, Otto Hightower standing at his shoulder, likely feeding him more venom. Rhaenyra moved to the group of women seated in a circle, most of them omegas, with a few betas and a lone alpha among them. The queen sat among them, listening to the room’s gossip.

“Perhaps the princess could give us some insight,” said the omega to Alicent’s right as Rhaenyra approached. “Your dear uncle is the great mind behind this war, is he not?”

“I wouldn’t know. I haven’t spoken to Daemon in years,” Rhaenyra replied, irritation clear in her voice.

“Not since you matured as an alpha,” the lady said, frowning. “Quite the scandal, as I recall. But then you were named heir.”

“Daemon made his choices, Lady Kira. The princess is suited to her role,” the queen interjected, trying to defend Rhaenyra.

“He’s created a mess, and now the king must put an end to it. Send fleets and men to clear the Triarchy for good,” said the only lady alpha in the group, her tone indignant.

“But the crown is not at war,” Rhaenyra replied, a smirk of amusement crossing her face.

“The crown is at war, princess. Though your father refuses to admit it, we’ve been dragged into it by your uncle and the Sea Snake,” she responded proudly, making Rhaenyra’s irritation flare. How dare she speak of her omega like that?

“And how have you served the realm as of late, Lady Redwyne? By eating cake?” Rhaenyra glared at the group before turning and leaving the tent.

“I wonder, princess, was your own second name day as grand as this?” A voice asked from nearby. She turned and found one of the Lannister twins watching her.

“I honestly don’t recall, and neither will Aemond,” she replied with an awkward smile, her gaze shifting to the large fire pit ahead.

The lion approached her, giving a slight bow. “Lord Jason Lannister.”

“I gathered that from all the lions,” she replied, clasping her hands and trying to contain her irritation.

“I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced.” Jason snapped at a server who brought two cups of wine.

“Your twin serves on my father’s council,” she said, watching the servant pour the wine.

Jason took both cups, handing one to her. “Tyland is frightfully dull, gods love him. But here—you’ll find this is the finest honeyed wine you’ll ever taste, made in Lannisport.”

“Of course,” she murmured, taking a sip while turning her head to roll her eyes, wishing the conversation would end.

“The Kingswood is a fine hunting ground, but the best is at Casterly Rock, near my home. Have you been?” Jason asked, hopeful.

“Once, on tour with my mother and uncle when I was young, but I can’t recall much,” Rhaenyra replied politely, though eager to walk away from the boasting alpha.

“The Rock is thrice the size of the Hightower in Old Town and taller than the Wall in the North,” he continued, reaching out to place his hands on her shoulders and turning her toward the distance. “On a perfect day, one could see clear across the Sunset Sea.”

“It must be quite something.”

“I don’t have a Dragonpit, but I have the means and resources to build one,” Jason said from behind her.

“Why would you need a Dragonpit?” she asked, turning back to face him.

“To house dragons, of course.” His gaze intensified. “I’d do anything for my queen—or lady wife.”

Rhaenyra forced a smile, extending her wine cup back to him. “Thank you for the wine.” She swiftly made her way back to the main tent, determined to have words with whoever had encouraged the Lannister’s boldness.

Once inside, she went straight to her father, who was speaking with Lord Strong. She didn’t wait to interrupt. “Is that what I am to you? A prize to dangle before the great houses?”

Viserys turned, but she glared, her anger unmistakable. “You’re of age now. Jason Lannister is an excellent match.”

“He’s arrogant and self-serious.”

“Well, I thought you might have that in common,” he replied. Her scent grew stronger, alerting everyone nearby to her rising fury. “Since you came of age, I’ve been drowning in marriage proposals from every corner of the realm, and I’ve tried to discuss it with you, but you’ve refused me each time.”

“That’s because I do not wish to marry,” she replied, the unspoken reason hanging between them. Both alphas knew it, though Viserys refused to acknowledge the truth.

“Even I do not exist above tradition and duty, Rhaenyra!” he snapped.

“It’s just—”

“Excuse me, your grace,” Otto Hightower interjected, bringing the argument to a halt as both Targaryens turned to look at him.

Rhaenyra was fuming, her scent thickening the air inside the tent. Unable to contain her anger, she let out a low growl before turning on her heel and storming outside. She went straight to the horses, and, making sure no one was watching, mounted one. With a nudge of her heels, the horse took off toward the Kingswood.

Voices and hoofbeats echoed behind her as her sworn swords called out, but she ignored them, urging her horse faster. Ser Criston Cole quickly caught up, reaching in front of her to rein in her horse.

“What happened back there?” he asked, once both horses slowed to a stop near a clearing.

“My father is trying to sell me off to Jason Lannister,” she answered, her anger simmering again. “Was I named heir to the Iron Throne just to increase the standing of some Lord of Casterly Rock?”

“Would you like me to kill him?” her sworn sword asked dryly, eyes ahead.

Rhaenyra looked at him incredulously, then burst into laughter, and he joined in. As their laughter faded, she gazed into the clearing. The peaceful scene reminded her of Runestone, of her time there with Daemon and Baelon, especially that one day they’d spent the whole day swimming and eating near a lake the omega had found some ways away from the castle. 

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Three-year-old Baelon laughed joyously as his omega mother held his hands, helping him stay upright as he splashed his bare feet in the shallow water. Rhaenyra couldn’t help but smile at the sweet scene. The 14-year-old alpha sat on a blanket they had laid out on the grass, keeping their clothes from getting dirty. She had been hesitant to come here at first, as Daemon was still recovering, but he had insisted, and she found she couldn’t refuse him. They had sneaked out without telling anyone, not even Ser Luthor, which now seemed like a very bad idea.

Daemon seemed fine for now; he hadn’t broken down or shed tears all day. He was playing and laughing with Baelon, but Rhaenyra remained on edge. She knew Daemon’s pain always resurfaced eventually. As strong as he was, perhaps the strongest omega she knew, he was still only human. He liked to pretend he wasn’t affected, but she knew better.

As she admired him, a habit she’d had since she was young, Rhaenyra noticed his smile slowly fade. His gaze fixed somewhere in the distance, his grip on Baelon’s hands loosening. What alarmed her most was the sudden, sharp scent of burnt sugar and cherries that reached her. Taking that as her cue, Rhaenyra rose and approached them. Baelon, sensing his mother’s change, looked up at him with teary eyes. Gently, she pulled the younger alpha away from his frozen mother. The child didn’t protest, though he kept his gaze on Daemon.

“Alyssa…” she heard Daemon whisper, his gaze distant. “Alyssa! Rhaenyra, she’s there…she’s–she needs my help, she’s just a child! She can’t swim!” He looked at her briefly before staring out into the clearing and began walking into it.

Rhaenyra’s heart raced as she watched Daemon wade further into the lake. “Kepus! Daemon! Stop! Daemon!” she shouted, desperate to break through his trance. She kneeled in front of Baelon, “Stay here, all right? Stay here,” before turning and sprinting after Daemon.

She ran into the lake, uncaring of her dress becoming soaked. Daemon was still calling for his deceased daughter, moving deeper into the water. She managed to reach him before he went too far, beyond her grasp. Summoning strength she didn’t know she had, Rhaenyra pulled him back toward the shore. He resisted at first but eventually went limp in her arms, letting her drag him onto the grass. She quickly looked him over, making sure he wasn’t injured.

“Daemon…please, talk to me,” she whispered, stroking his hair as he gazed blankly into the distance. She could hear Baelon crying nearby but couldn’t take her eyes off her uncle. “Daemon…” His silence terrified her.

“Prince Daemon! Prince Baelon! Princess Rhaenyra!” a loud voice called from the woods. Rhaenyra’s head snapped up, recognizing it.

“Ser Luthor! We’re here!”

“Princess? Where—” The guard emerged from the thick trees, Elinda close behind him. “Prince Daemon!” Ser Luthor hurried over, kneeling next to her as he looked at Daemon. “What happened?”

She saw Elinda scoop up a sobbing Baelon. “I don’t know! He was fine, and then suddenly he started screaming and calling for his daughter—I just—”

“Ser Luthor! You have to help her! Please! She’s only a baby, she—” Daemon sat up, grabbing the male alpha’s arms, his eyes desperate.

“My Prince, please calm down,” Ser Luthor soothed, gently holding his upper arms.

“Rhaenyra!” Daemon cried, looking at her. “She was—I saw her…”

“She’s not there, Kepus,” Rhaenyra said softly, moving closer to him and gently stroking his cheek. “She’s gone.”

His face crumpled, tears spilling over. Swiftly, she brought her hand to the back of his neck, pulling him close to let him breathe in her scent. She felt him relax as his scent returned to its usual notes of sweet cherries and wildflowers. She kissed his head, running her fingers through his hair as she looked out over the clearing, finally letting out a sigh of relief.

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Night fell, yet there was no sign of Rhaenyra or Ser Criston Cole. Viserys was restless, but Otto Hightower reassured him that she was safe with the Kingsguard at her side. Morning arrived, and the royal family broke their fast alongside their guests, but still, there was no sign of the princess. It wasn’t until midday, as the royals dined outside, watching knights and lords training on the field, that Rhaenyra and Ser Criston appeared.

The alpha princess emerged from the Kingswood on horseback, the left side of her face and neck smeared with blood, her once-silver hair streaked crimson. Beside her, Ser Criston rode close, their horses dragging a wooden contraption bearing a dead boar. The encampment fell silent, whispers and gasps rippling through the crowd as all eyes turned toward them.

Rhaenyra dismounted, a crowd quickly gathering around. She strode confidently toward her tent, hands behind her back. Along the way, her gaze met that of Lord Strong’s son, who smiled as he skinned a rabbit. She looked away, continuing her path and sparing only a glance at her father and Alicent before finally disappearing into her tent.

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Rhaenyra entered the council room after being summoned by her father. As she stepped inside, she caught the last part of a conversation between Viserys and a messenger boy.

“Make haste to Dwarfstone, Ser Addam. Deliver this to Prince Daemon yourself,” her father instructed.

“At once, Your Grace.”

“Dwarfstone?” she asked, moving closer.

“I’m sending word to Daemon. Aid is sailing to the Stepstones,” the King replied, leaning his hands on the large council table.

“Did he call for help?” Rhaenyra asked, worry pooling in her stomach at the thought her uncle might be hurt.

“He would sooner die,” Viserys replied with a small smile, “but his king does not intend to allow that.” She stared at him briefly before taking the Hand’s usual chair.

“Do you not think my decision correct?” her father asked, a trace of irritation in his tone.

“It seems not to matter what I think… as I’m often reminded,” she replied sharply. Rhaenyra knew she was being difficult, but after all her father had done in recent years, she couldn’t bring herself to care.

Viserys sighed, looking down, dejected. “Daemon is thorn enough in my flesh. Must you insist on taking after him?” She looked away, unable to suppress a small smile. “Must everything be a battle?”

“If you refer to your attempt to marry me off to Casterly Rock,” she retorted, shaking her head.

The King sighed again, bowing his head. “I am sorry, Rhaenyra. I was trying to help you. Will you not be helped? Why must every effort on your behalf be resisted as if to the death?”

“Because you mean to replace me… with Alicent Hightower’s first son, the alpha boy you always wanted.” Though not the whole truth, it was one reason. The other was far away, fighting a war that wasn’t his to begin with. “You have him now, and no further use for me. You may as well peddle me for what you can—a mountain stronghold, or a fleet of ships.” Even as an alpha, she knew that as a woman, a man would always be given precedence.

Viserys watched her silently. “You misjudge me, Rhaenyra.”

“All know it,” she breathed out. “Jason Lannister knows it. You said it yourself—the lords of the realm gather like vultures, hoping to feast on my bones.”

“I do not seek to replace you, child,” her father said softly, leaning closer. “You have been so much alone these last few years—alone and angry,” he said, his voice rising with emotion, his scent spiking with a hint of frustration. “I will not live forever. I wish to see you contented. Happy, even.”

“You think a man would do it?” she asked, feeling tears welling up. Only one man could ever make her happy, yet he was far away, forbidden.

“A family.”

“I had a family,” she replied, chuckling in disbelief. “I had a mother and a loving uncle, and you sent them both away. One more permanently than the other,” she added in a whisper.

“What would you have me do?” The King’s voice rose, his gaze expectant. He sighed when she didn’t answer. “You must marry, strengthen your claim, grow your line.” He walked over to stand beside her, looking down. “As to your match… make it yourself. Find one who pleases you, as I did.”

At his words, Rhaenyra glanced up in surprise. She knew her uncle would always be the exception to her father’s approval, yet she couldn’t help a glimmer of hope. Even though Daemon was now a widower and she was of age, she knew her father would never approve of their union. Still, her alpha stirred excitedly at the thought of finally marrying and claiming him. Tears of unexpected joy filled her eyes, and she smiled up at her father before rising and heading toward the door.

“Rhaenyra…” she paused and turned back. “I did waver, at one time. But I swear to you now, on your mother’s memory, you will not be supplanted.”

Rhaenyra held her father’s gaze for a moment, feeling a hint of hurt at his admission. She gave a slight nod, acknowledging his words, then turned and left, leaving him alone in the council room.

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"...our food dwindles quickly, save for what we can fish from the sea. I would say we have a fortnight’s supply, perhaps a bit more with strict rationing,” Lord Corlys informed his brother and children as they gathered around the sand table. “I’ve called on Driftmark to send more ships, but they are still weeks away. We are faltering, and the Triarchy knows it. We must press the attack and continue sending the dragons,” the beta proclaimed emphatically.

“It’s pointless, Father,” Laena interjected, moving one of the figurines on the table. “The Crabfeeder has created a choke point here, beyond these dunes. Archers hold the high positions, foot soldiers hold the ground,” she said, adjusting another figurine. “We strike them on dragonback again and again, but they just retreat into the caves,” the female alpha added.

“Dragons could circle Bloodstone until they fall from the sky, and still the Crabfeeder and his men would have no reason to leave those caves,” Vaemond Velaryon remarked, looking at his younger brother.

“Then we must give them one,” Laenor interjected. “An offering of flesh to bait the crab.”

“Who?” Corlys asked, turning to his son.

At that moment, a soldier announced the approach of a dragon. The Blood Wyrm’s shriek sounded in the distance before it came into view, landing gracefully on a small mound near the camp.

“Yes, who?” Vaemond asked, glancing around. “Which man here would happily march to his death? Show me the knight who would go into that hell pit, nephew, and I will show you a madman.”

“Daemon,” Laenor replied without hesitation.

“Daemon is why we are losing!” the elder alpha snapped.

“At least he is fighting this war,” Laena interjected, her anger evident as she defended the omega. “What role have you played on this council, Uncle, other than as master of complaints?”

“Enough, Laena!” Corlys reprimanded her.

“If King’s Landing won’t support Daemon, why should any of us?” Vaemond shouted, turning to the soldiers around them. They could see Daemon descending from the mound, clad in his black armor.

Corlys grabbed his brother’s arm. “Blood or not, Vaemond, I will not have you stoke mutiny,” he warned through gritted teeth.

“If you do not seize control of this war, my lord, the crabs will soon dine on all of us,” Vaemond said to his brother.

Daemon approached the small council, removing his gloves and helmet and setting them on the table. He turned and leaned on it, looking out into the crowd of soldiers as silence settled over the camp. The stillness was interrupted only by the sound of approaching footsteps.

A group of messengers from King’s Landing arrived, halting a few paces from the council. “Prince Daemon,” the lead messenger began, “I bring word from His Grace, Viserys Targaryen, First of His Name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm.” The beta stepped forward, offering a sealed parchment to the omega. 

Daemon stared at him briefly before taking the letter and carelessly opening it, reading its contents. 

Brother, 

I have ordered ten ships and two thousand men to set sail from King’s Landing, to join the efforts in the Stepstones. Though time and circumstance have seemed estranged, know that it is not my desire to see you fail in your cause. I shall pray nightly to the gods for your and Baelon’s safe return.

Daemon felt anger surge through him. After three years of silence, his brother now intended to swoop in to claim the spoils of a war he had not fought. The omega had joined the Sea Snake’s campaign to prove his own strength—to show that becoming a mother had not made him weak. For three years, he had suppressed his urge to see his son, only exchanging letters occasionally. Now, his brother’s gesture felt like an insult, a humiliation Daemon would not allow. He would rather die.

Daemon handed the parchment back to the messenger with a smirk. Turning to the council table, he grasped his heavy helmet, then swung it without warning at the messenger, striking him hard. His anger unleashed, he kept swinging until the alphas and betas around him wrestled him back, restraining his shoulders and pushing him away.

He threw a glance at the scrambling men before turning and heading down the hill toward his tent. Footsteps approached, and he caught the faint, earthy scent he knew well. Smiling, he stepped inside his tent and went to sit on the small bed in the corner. Laena Velaryon followed him in.

“Has anyone ever told you you’re nearly as pretty as your brother?” Daemon asked, smirking.

“Well, you flatter me, my prince,” she teased, moving forward and sitting beside him on the bed.

Laena reached out, brushing a strand of his hair behind his ear. Their eyes met, and tension filled the tent. Daemon wasn’t sure who gave in first, but soon he was naked beneath her, moaning freely, uncaring who might overhear.

This wasn’t the first time they’d been together. It had started a month ago after an especially difficult day of heavy losses. With his heat approaching, Daemon had relied on moon tea, supplied by Corlys himself, to suppress it. But after experiencing unusual weakness, a field maester had banned him from taking more. The plan had been for Daemon to hide in the farthest tent and endure it alone, with beta guards posted outside. Yet when his heat struck unexpectedly hard, the maester declared that an alpha’s presence was necessary. Laena, whose scent was the only one that didn’t agitate his omega, had offered to help.

He couldn’t remember much from that day, but he did recall Laena’s self-restraint—something that surprised him, given her 23 name days. They had since made a habit of taking out their frustrations on each other. Though he knew they hadn’t always been the most careful, especially during his heat, he had noticed none of the usual symptoms, he was sure he was not with child–or at least that’s what he hoped for.

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Daemon stepped off the boat, carelessly throwing the paddles to the ground. He advanced alone across the smoking battlefield, scanning for any sign of the enemy. None of the Crabfeeder’s men had yet emerged from their hiding places. He continued forward, working to control his scent, making it sweeter than usual. Along the way, he grabbed a wooden spear buried in the sand and ripped a sail off a fallen ship, fashioning a makeshift white flag. Climbing a small mound, he held the flag high and waved it.

He soon noticed movement near the cave entrances—some of the Crabfeeder’s men were emerging cautiously. Overhead, he glimpsed archers, their arrows at the ready. The ground soldiers moved closer to him, slowly at first, until his sweetened scent reached them, hastening their pace. Daemon planted the makeshift flag in the sand, then unsheathed Dark Sister, bending one knee and presenting the sword as if in surrender, head slightly lowered in submission.

One soldier stepped forward, reaching for the sword. At that moment, Daemon whipped out a hidden dagger from his belt and swiftly stabbed the alpha in front of him. The man’s scream alerted the others, and Daemon quickly reclaimed Dark Sister as they rushed toward him. He cut through the attackers before they could mount a proper defense. Spotting a rain of arrows overhead, he ducked behind a broken wagon, shielding himself as the arrows landed all around.

Taking advantage of the archers' reload time, Daemon pressed on toward the Crabfeeder. He slashed through soldiers in his path, narrowly avoiding arrows as he advanced. His objective was clear—he would kill the Crabfeeder, even if it was his last act. His legs burned, and his wounds throbbed, but he pressed on. Just as he slit the throat of another alpha, an arrow pierced his knee. He fell, gritting his teeth in pain, as more arrows struck his shoulder and side.

Groaning, he yanked the arrow from his knee and dragged himself beneath the wooden carcass of an abandoned ship as arrows thudded above. He gritted his teeth, pulling out the arrows from his shoulder and side, but the pain was nearly unbearable. He heard the rapid approach of footsteps, and despair set in. But then an image of Baelon flickered in his mind—his son, his reason to live. He thought of what would be of his son if he died, who would take him in? Would they treat him right? Would he be angry at him for leaving him alone? The loud footsteps of the approaching army brought him back. He couldn't die here, not now. With renewed determination, he grasped Dark Sister and staggered to his feet, limping out from under the ship’s remains.

With newfound strength, Daemon grabbed Dark Sister before standing up and slightly limping out of the ship carcass. He looked around sizing up the men surrounding him. In the distance, he heard Corlys’ army finally arriving and with a war cry running to aid the omega. Several men were still surrounding him, but before the soldiers could attack, the sound of wings tore through the air.

“Dracarys!” Laenor commanded, and Seasmoke unleashed a wave of fire, incinerating the men around Daemon and throwing him back with the force.

Seasmoke turned to torch the archers as Corlys’s army cut down the survivors. The dragon swooped in, slashing with its claws and blasting others with flame. Daemon spotted the Crabfeeder retreating into the caves and felt adrenaline surge. Tightening his grip on Dark Sister, he pursued.

Corlys cleaved through another man with his battle axe, then looked around for the Targaryen prince. He saw Daemon sprinting toward the cave entrance, possessed with single-minded determination. Praying that Daemon wouldn’t do anything reckless, Corlys turned back to the battle, dispatching foes with ease. Soon, it became clear that the enemy had been unprepared for the onslaught. They were outmatched and quickly dispatched.

With the battlefield cleared, the soldiers noticed a figure emerging from the caves, dragging something behind. As Daemon drew closer, they recognized him, battered and bloodied, hauling half of the Crabfeeder’s body, its intestines trailing gruesomely behind. The alphas and betas stood stunned, absorbing the sight. The omega’s face was covered in blood, his once-silver hair streaked crimson. He stopped a few paces from the army, letting the body drop as he stood, breathing heavily, and stared directly at Corlys. The beta exhaled, nodding slightly with a faint smile. They had finally won the war.

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[ghostgirl666artist]

Hello, I brought you a rottmnt AU fanfic, centered on Leo.

⚠️WARNINGS; BLOOD AND VIOLENCE⚠️

English is not my first language, sorry for the mistakes

😅

Synopsis;

"A dangerous yokai with a desire to torment them had cornered Michelangelo with no chance of escape. However, while everyone else was unsure of what to do, Leo acted swiftly; his ninpo activated, and the yokai threatening his brother's life was no longer breathing.

Leo had blood on his hands, while his brothers looked at him in horror. He did what he had to do... and he had no regrets.

Discussions followed thereafter.".

Chapter One

" Red-Stained Katanas"

"They didn't know how, but in an instant, the yokai that looked like a humanoid snake, and apparently had sworn to annoy them all week, had Michelangelo pinned against the wall, with a sword pressed against his throat close enough that the slightest movement would send a cascade of blood to the floor.

Everyone stopped moving, and the yokai's illusions had stopped attacking them. Tension seized the entire atmosphere.

"Let me go with the money, or you lose a brother," hissed the snake yokai. Mikey closed his eyes due to the saliva splattering from the reptile onto his face.

Indeed, this had happened at the bone pizzeria. The low-life criminal had decided to rob them just when they were eating pizza.

"DON't THINK THAT—" Rapha, with some anger, shouted. But before he could continue, the snake pressed the sword more against Mikey's neck. Before he could proceed, behind him, a sudden blue portal appeared, a red-eared turtle crossed through it, and with a flawless move, cut the snake in half as if they were sushi strips.

Mikey got splattered with blood and immediately pulled away from the lifeless hand that held him. The reptile's body split in two and fell to the ground. Leo, who had his blue ninpo activated, was covered in blood, and his katana had turned red.

A disgusting spectacle to witness. Mikey walked away and went straight to his remaining brothers, but still kept an eye on Leo with wide-open eyes. The yokai's illusions had disappeared at the precise moment the snake split in two diagonally.

Leo's pulse was racing, and he was breathing rapidly. Everything looked blurry, but within a few seconds, he had stabilized. He looked at his brothers, who looked terrified...

But why? Then he looked around, saw red blood everywhere, on his hands, his katana... and above all, he observed the snake yokai's body split in two on the floor, with mega-open eyes and the tongue out, all twisted.

Leo felt like vomiting, but when he approached his brothers, Raphael, his older brother, stood in front of Michelangelo and Donatello, protecting them.

Then he let out a hysterical and bewildering laugh while narrowing his pupils. His brother thought he was dangerous...

"Lee..." Mikey was the first to speak; his little brother was also covered in blood. Mikey pressed against Raphael's protection, but not before giving him a somewhat confused or surprised look; Leo can't quite articulate it because reading his orange brother is sometimes surprisingly complicated.

Rapha, who until then was only silent but looking at Leo with anger, with disappointment, not that Leo hadn't received that look from him before, or from his father... He knew how to read that look.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS ALL THAT!?" and there it was, the reprimand.

"I did what I had to do to save Mikey... There was no other way; we were cornered..." he tried to excuse himself, sounding desperate.

"YOU KILLED SOMEONE," accused Raphael with anger, almost frustrated as if Leo's crime had been committed by him.

"Exactly, I KILLED SOMEONE, I DID IT, RAPHA, YOUR HANDS ARE STILL CLEAN AND PURE WHY DOES IT BOTHER YOU SO MUCH!?" they all looked at him, amazed, somewhat stunned. They looked at him as if he didn't understand what he had just done.

But he did. He perfectly understood what he did, and yes, it felt horrible. He knows it's horrible what he did, but he doesn't regret it because if he hadn't done it, Mikey wouldn't be with them now, and it would be another blood staining them.

"YOU CAN'T CONTINUE BEING PART OF THE TEAM AFTER THIS..." they all looked at the eldest. Donnie didn't know what was happening; he was trying not to vomit and forget the memory. Mikey didn't understand his brother Raphael's decision.

"Are you kicking me out? Are you kicking me out of the family?" Leo interrupted, venom in his voice. Mikey then stood between his two older brothers.

"I think we need to calm down. Anger sometimes makes us say things we might regret later," Mikey indirectly looked at Rapha.

"I know perfectly well what I'm saying... We are heroes, and what you just did-"

"—Saved Mikey's life?" Leo interrupted, Raphael sighed heavily, losing patience —"I was the one who did it. I know what I did, and I don't regret doing it," Leo declared confidently. Mikey looked at his blue brother.

"You have to admit it was a desperate act, Lee. What you did was... horrible." Leo looked at his younger brother with insecurity and some anger, but he tightened the grip on his katana handle.

"I would do it again. I would do it again if it means they're safe." They all looked at each other, not knowing what to do or say. However, Raphael cut through the silence once again.

"Then you can't continue being a hero; you can't belong to the Hamato family if there's blood on your hands..." This time, Raphael said it calmly and sternly. His older brother's word was almost like a law; his father had always agreed with Raphael, it's impossible to contradict.

[rewatching-sam-and-dean]

Legitimate Question: Demon Sam and Soulless Dean, what would that be like?

To Start, let’s take a look at what we did get on Supernatural. First, Soulless Sam is frigging terrifying. This character is executed so well and the build-up leading to how dangerous he is is done greatl. At first, once we know he’s soulless, Sam is actually kind of amusing. He’s a dick, but a funny dick (kind of like Dean, but with a harder edge). This is especially jarring when Sam is usually the more empathetic of the brothers, or at least the more restrained one. This peaks, of course, in "Clap Your Hands if You Believe" when he basically steals the show (for me at least … "Safe room…"). We also see that he’s clever and not squeamish (his bloody smile in "Caged Heat" anyone?). But then we see that strong survival instinct and just how far he’ll go to protect himself. Killing Bobby so he can’t have his soul forced back inside him (and the potential danger of it) is … a lot. He isn’t maliciously going after Bobby, it’s just a means that will be justified in the end (for him), and that’s scarier than if he was just angry. He just. Does. Not. Care. And it’s amazing. Later, and in "Clap your Hands." We also see that he bangs every attractive woman that moves in his general vicinity, which is also very unlike our regular, more caring, Sam.

Secondly, we have Demon Dean. This guy is a little more hit and miss for me. When we are introduced to this version of Dean, I have to be honest, my first reaction was, "So, he's basically just a loser, doichebag?" I get the intention of a Dean who doesn’t care and is just out to have fun, free of responsibility or guilt. Whereas Soulless Sam just literally can not give a fuck and ends up being a dick because of it, Demon Dean revels in being a dick. The Demon element in him enjoys being mean and hurting people just because he can. But he doesn’t feel scary at first, just shitty. In the second and third episodes of Season 10, Demon Dean is much more intimidating, the fight with annoying military guy is excellent in showing the scary side of this Dean. He is literally just toying with the man, like a cat playing with a mouse until it’s heart gives out from fear, and the cat just wanders off, now bored. I’ve seen some fans say Dean letting what’s his face (I legitimately can’t remember his name, but I didn’t like the character so I don’t care to look it up) live was an act of mercy, even though Dean himself says it will torment him more knowing he failed to kill Dean, after spending most of his life training for it, than if he had died fighting to avenge his father. I’m inclined to take Dean's word on that. So, yes, this Dean is scary and vindictive. However, the biggest difference in Demon Dean is that he doesn’t care about keeping Baby clean. No, but seriously, he enjoys mocking Sam and their family, and then he tries to kill him. Would he have succeeded if Castiel hadn’t stepped in, as in, would he have actually killed Sam? I’m not sure. But the fact that he wanted to is the polar opposite if the real Dean. For me, Demon Dean had some weak moments and some amazing moments, but he’s definitely not our Dean.

So, if we use these two as a templates for soullessness and becoming a demon, it gives a bit if a template to start with. First, when you’re soulless, you still have instincts and seem to feel certain things like amusement, sexual pleasure, satisfaction (in being successful in a hunt), and a survival instinct. However, you lack the deeper emotions like love, your morality, concern for others, empathy. Jared once described soulless Sam as just being incredibly logical. However, we have also seen throughout the series that soullessness doesn’t affect everybody in the same way (a lot of people seem to do terrible things just because they were curious or are very impulsive). Second, Jensen once described Demon Dean as feeling lighter than regular Dean because he didn’t care about anyone or his responsibilities. So we know, similar to being soulless, demons just don’t care about people (though Azazel seemed to care about Meg in a way). We also see that they enjoy toying with people, inflicting pain (mental even more than physical, for the most part), and they are pretty much also all about their own survival. The biggest difference is, I guess, that they are more actively vindictive and have more true emotion than a soulless person. Also, like with soulless people, demons are somewhat different depending on who they were before becoming demons.

So, if Sam was a demon, say if he kept hitting the demon blood and crossed over, what would he be like? I’m inclined to believe he has the potential to be scarier than Dean, in that he would likely be more focused and goal oriented as a demon. So, would he be pretty much just like soulless Sam, having a lot of sex and killing a lot (people instead of monsters). Would he enjoy toying with people like Dean did, or would he just ruthlessly kill anyone that got in his way. Would he not be all that different because he spent most (or all) of his life with some demon blood running through his veins already? Would he become the new king of hell, leading like he was supposed to as one of the psychic kids? Would he kill Dean for all the times he tried to control his life or because he made Sam feel human in some way, or would he stay away knowing the unknown would make Dean crazy? We saw him threaten Cass when he was soulless. Would he just kill him as a demon for the times he’s screwed the boys over or just because he’s an angel, or would he just be indifferent to him?

What about Dean, if he was soulless, would he act the same as when he was a demon, mostly drinking and having sex, but without the "fun" of messing with people because soulless people don’t seem to feel enjoyment in that way? Or would he go the Sam route and become a monster killing machine, but even more so? I think Dean is more of a fighter/killer than Sam, so it’s possible that while Sam went methodical hunter, Dean would lean into the killeing machine side of things. How would he react to Sam if he couldn’t feel love for him anymore? Would he still have that instinctual drive to protect him, but he just like locks him in the dungeon to keep him safe so he can go out and get stuff done without looking out for him? Or would a Dean who doesn’t love Sam just say screw it, and leave? Would Dean even be an enjoyable character if he didn’t care about Sam, or go fanboy over various different things? How would he treat Cass, like an occasionally useful tool that he’d summon if he needed him (which, let’s be honest, he does even as his normal self at times) on a hunt or something, or would he just ignore him altogether? Would soulless Dean be more similar to MOC Dean, just less angry?

I think I’ll ponder this more and do a follow up post later, but in the meantime …

I really don’t know the answers to my dozens of questions, so if anyone has thought about this in some detail, please do comment, reblog or shoot me an ask with your ideas. I’d love to hear people’s thoughts on Demon!Sam and Soulless!Dean.

[paleshelter29]

Can’t believe I even have to write this, but okay, here we go. I’ve been getting a lot of hate in dms and people being unkind about this so I’m going to try and explain why I like this character:

So I’m just going to try to explain it...

I like Henry as a character because unlike some other characters, he feels especially human to me, because he makes mistakes and owns up to them, he knows when he fails and tries to make up for it instead of hiding his mistakes or not acknowledging them. He owns up to them even if it makes him look bad, and he earnestly wants to fix things. He has a great sense of his moral code and won’t compromise on what he thinks is right, owing to him being able to know the difference between right and wrong.

He also shows humanity, in instances when others do not, an example being when Gage and the others are playing that sick game with the walker in the pit (also, it’s pretty reckless, but also badass how he jumped in) and he pitied the walker and ended it’s torment and the poor existence that Gage and Rodney kept him in, as well as in every interaction he has with Lydia, he truly means the best and Yes, he can be reckless, but he means the very best.

He’s protective of his family and willingly and knowingly makes every one of his choices for himself and how it will better him and his family and friends, even knowing that he could be walking into danger, he does it anyway, because as he said ‘there’s right and there’s wrong,’ and helping Lydia escape her abusive past and present is something he feels strongly about, feeling protective over her not just because he has started developing feelings for her, but because he knows protecting and helping her is the right thing to do, even if he gets hurt or killed in trying to do so. He isn’t stupid, he knows the risks, maybe he didn’t think it all the way through to where it’s not just going to be fallout for him, but for the others too, but he means everything he does and he does it because he cares for everyone.

He’s a child who lost everything and is trying to find his place in the world after he lost everything. He lost his mom in the first months of the outbreak, then in the span of a year he loses his dad and then his brother, a brother who in an instant had to become a father figure to his little brother, protecting him from everything that would harm him. Benjamin made it so Henry was slightly sheltered from the outside world they’d had to survive in before they’d reached the Kingdom, letting Henry have a childhood instead of having him grow up too fast with the stark realities of the world as it was.

Then Henry loses him and that’s one of the first blows in his sheltered existence in the Kingdom. His anger and pain at the loss of Benjamin is one of the things that shapes his character as well as how in an earlier episode, he had said that he had wanted to be just like Benjamin. This is where the boy is having to grow up, getting thrown into the harsh reality of the world, but instead of giving up, he changes and fights for others and for what he lost. He’s also a frightened child, lonely, and angry and just trying to survive without everything he used to know, but he’s also very brave and tries to stand up for what he believes in. As well as all of that, He’s not a bad copy of Carl either, being his own person even though he was given part of Carl’s story, he didn’t play it out the same as Carl would have, going about it in his own unique way, which makes him so much more than just a poor carbon copy of Carl Grimes. He is all in all a completely different person and character. He goes about things in his own way, but one thing is evident throughout, he means everything for the best. He’s a genuinely good person and deserves better than he got.

Lastly, I can relate to Henry, more so than I could ever relate to Carl, and so it makes me much more invested in loving Henry’s character . Maybe I almost lost everything too and maybe he’s a comfort character because I can relate... Is he perfect? NO, but nobody really is, and that’s what makes Henry so relatable. He’s honestly just doing his best with the cards he was suddenly dealt after going through multiple devastating losses. Even through those though, he still finds it In himself to be compassionate and brave.

All in all, I think people discount or hate on Henry too much because of their misunderstanding of his character, and that to me is pretty sad.

Anyways, I’m not telling anyone they can’t dislike a character, just don’t hate someone who does like that character. Just be respectful. I’m seriously sick of being verbally attacked for my opinions in a fandom. That is the same reason I quit other fandoms.

[sims-half-crazy]

A week later, Gilbert and Effie called Eugene down to the living room. Eugene had been sick with worry for Gilbert these last weeks. He'd read to him as he recovered, and had loved when Gilbert placed his hand upon his as a way of saying thanks. Eugene worried about Effie as well. She was being strong for all of them. Estella retreated to her toys and Eugene tried to comfort her, but he didn't know what to do. These were the thoughts that hung in Eugene's mind as he sat down next to Gilbert.

"Eugene, there is something that you should've been told long ago and now with my health issues we can no longer keep it from you." Eugene faced Gilbert and saw how he wrestled with whatever emotions tormented him. Wanting to fill the silence, Gilbert continued, "Eugene, er, we're, ah, you are not Effie's brother. You are our son."

"No." Eugene's succinct answer broached no more conversation, but Gilbert was undeterred.

"You are. Effie, your mother, was pregnant with you when I left for University. I knew she was pregnant when I left - "

Standing up and flailing his arms about, Eugene interrupted him, "You abandoned her?! How could you? You -"

"I DID NOT ABANDON HER! I proposed to her. I loved her and love her still. My father kept me from her. My father sent me away. Your mother's family protected her, you, and me from ruin and still allowed all of us to be together as a family! We may not have made the right decisions, but we made the decisions we made so that we would all still be together," Gilbert argued. His face was flushed, but he couldn't find the strength to stand. Effie stood up with such fervor though that the rocking chair she'd been sitting hit the wall and bumped the Wardian case behind her.

"That is enough," she hissed through taut lips. Shaking with anger at the whole situation, if not a little bit at the two dense men before her. "Gilbert, calm yourself. I did not almost kill myself these last few weeks to see it undone by an angry conversation. Eugene, sit. Now," pointing at the chair she'd just vacated. Eugene sat with an exaggerated grace to irk them. "You are my son. I bore you with my mother by my side and my sister judging me from here to kingdom come. Yes, we had you before we were married, but we were in love. Still are and still will be until one of us is called home. Society is not kind to people who don't follow the rules and we did not want our follies to affect you. We wanted better for you. We have provided better for you. I'm sorry that we lied to you, but it was the only way we could see that we could all be together. I could not have imagined leaving you in Wythe and coming here. You're my son. You're my blood and I was not going to leave you. I know you're hurting and I'm sorry for that as well, but I will not be held to task by a boy who has had a better life than either of his parents because of the sacrifices those parents made for him. We love you. Always have and always will."

"I feel like I've been tricked. How can I believe anything you say," Eugene cried. Gilbert shakily stood up and grasped his son by the shoulders. He pulled him close, but Eugene resisted.

"You've been our son this whole time. Every decision we made was for you. So you could have the best life we could afford you, but we were also selfish. We didn't want someone else to raise you, to experience all those moments with someone else. We needed you near us because you were the first best thing we ever did. You are part of us. How could we not want you with us? We love you son, but we also understand if you're angry. This is a shock and an adjustment. Just know that we were acting out of love." Effie had come up behind him and as he left Gilbert's embrace, he turned towards her. Looking at her with eyes that mirrored her own. Freckles that matched his own, and the loving gaze that she'd always bestowed on him. Not the gaze of a sister to a brother, he knew that gaze. He looked at Estella that way. This was the gaze of a mother who held her children's hearts in her eyes and in her actions. Who acted selflessly to protect her family at any cost, even if it meant doing the unthinkable to keep them with her. She opened her arms to him and he rushed into her embrace.

"Mother," He sobbed into her shoulder. She stroked the back of his head and shushed him. He was almost as tall as she, but her presence was that of a mighty oak. "I'm still angry, but I do love you both. I don't like being tricked, but I have long pretended that I was your son or at least had someone to call mother and father on a regular basis. I know you didn't mean to make me feel like I didn't quite fit but it happened. I'm happy that I do have a place to fit right now, but I don't know that I want to fit just yet." Effie tightened her hold on him, and Gilbert came up behind to rub is back.

"We're here for you always. However long it takes you to work through all of this, just know that we love you and we'll always be here."

[alenales]

Well, here's another remake of posters from episode 18 of Eldarya.

Well, here's another remake of posters from episode 18 of Eldarya. Basically, I changed only the girl for my heroine.

Since Alya was the sister of both newlyweds, and Nevra was the brother of Karen, they escorted them to the wedding ceremony. Erika at this time was more tormented by thoughts about her knowledge that the Oracle had shown her. And so I couldn't focus on work. Even Mathieu caught her many times all this time in order to calm her down and cuddle her. The ceremony passed slowly, though the lovers were afraid, but no one prevented them from joining their destinies together in such a difficult time. Alya was next to Nevra and the children, whom she helped as much as she could. During the dance, first of the newlyweds, then of Nevra and Alya, who joined according to tradition, the converted vampire smiled sincerely and could not stop her tears of happiness for her loved ones, her husband was in the same condition.

-Still, it happened and now Karen will be under Chrome's protection. - Alya said with tears in a slow waltz with her husband, sometimes looking at the children who were sitting next to Maora.

-Yes, this is a long-awaited and amazing event. I am very happy for them! - Nevra said in response and pressed his wife closer to him, kissing her gently and passionately on the lips, to which she answered with the same zeal. True, their solitude did not last so long and soon they joined the general round dance with the rest of the guys. The smiles on their faces did not leave during the holiday. But by the end of the music, Nevra took Karen to dance, and Alya went to the children. Approaching her relatives, the vampire stroked their heads and even kissed them on the foreheads.

-Mom, mom, and now Aunt Karen will also have children? - Asked the younger with a smile.

-That's what I don't know baby. - Alya answers her, to which she receives a serious look from Maora, who was standing nearby.

-I do not think that my daughter will have time to do it, the situation is too serious. Before Nevra's mother had time to utter the last words, a shot rang out, and then again and again.

-It's better for everyone to lie down and try to hide in the headquarters! - Alya said seriously and the children with Maora followed her advice. The girl herself tried to appeal to her forces in order to install a small shield to protect them. The shots got closer and closer, some of the scenery even began to fall due to hitting them. The vampire held the shield over her relatives almost without protecting herself, because the kids are the future and they are more important. When they got to the gate, Alya transferred the shield to herself and began to look around, looking for Nevra, but he was not there. Well… It's time to look for him… With such thoughts, Alya quickly took off on dark wings and, having flown not so far, noticed her husband and Cameria in danger, and Erika, who was running away from them towards the forest. Landing next to her beloved, she increased the shield's size, shielding the two of them from danger as well. Nevertheless, the attack continued, but now at least Nevra would be more or less intact. Under this shield, Nevra even sharply kissed his beloved on the cheek, looking a little frightened, and then began to repel the attacks aimed at them. He came out from behind the shield and Alya tried to move him, walking along with Cameria. True, there was not much strength left and she was afraid that she would not stand it. Therefore, turning off her shield while Leiftan came to the rescue with her forces, she began to fight alongside Nevra. Still, she was not so weak in this, and the vampire's reflexes helped to dodge some attacks, and when she heard, she heard where they were shooting from. The battle continued for some time until all the attackers were neutralized. And Cameria stepped aside to Erika, and then even came with her father.

-Shame on you! You promised not to attack Eldarya! - Said Nevra, who approached the man and punched him very hard on the cheek. - Because of you, my family and friends are in danger! - After the words, another blow followed, but it seems that this did not frighten him, but only provoked him. After some time of interrogation Cameria came and Lance with Erica. Mathieu rushed to hug his friend and led her forward, while the rest went to the hole where the holiday was held. There, seeing the children, Alya and Nevra rushed to them and immediately hugged them tightly.

-Dear, it's good that everyone is safe. - Nevra even kissed the kids and Alya until he saw how Erica fainted into the arms of Mathieu. The rest of the days didn't go too well. Leiftan hasn't heard from Miko and the child for several days… Valkyon, Icarus, Ezarel were also silent in response to Nevra's letters. This caused great anxiety. The headquarters was preparing for what awaits them. Alya tried to find a way out of the situation, maybe the forces of everyone will help restore the crystal, or will they all have to go to Earth? This question tormented her all the time when she helped Nevra with tasks, the children were with Maora all the time and saw their parents only in their free time.

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Ну вот и еще переделки постеров с 18 эпизода элдарии. В основном меняла только девушку под свою героиню.

Так как Аля была сестрой у обоих молодоженов, а Невра братом у Карен, то они и провожали их к свадебному проведению. Эрика в это время больше мучалась мыслями о том своем ведении, которое ей показала Оракул. И потому не могла сосредоточиться на делах. Даже Матье ее ловил з все это время много раз, чтобы успокоить и прижать к себе. Церемония прошла неспешно, влюбленные хоть и боялись, но никто им не помешал соединить их судьбы вместе в такое тяжелое время. Аля же была рядом с Неврой и детьми, которым помогала чем могла. Во время танца, вначале молодоженов, потом и Невры с Алей, присоединившихся по традиции, обращенная вампирша искренне улыбалась и не могла унять слезы счастья за близких, ее муж был в таком же состоянии.

-Все-таки это произошло и теперь Карен будет под защитой Хрома. - Со слезами в медленном вальсе с мужем произнесла Аля, иногда посматривая на детей, которые сидели рядом с Маорой.

-Да, это долгожданное и удивительное событие. Я очень рад за них! - Произнес в ответ Невра и прижал сильнее к себе жену, целуя ее нежно и страстно в губы, на что та ответила с таким же рвением. Правда их уединение продолжалось не так долго и скоро они присоединились к общему хороводу с остальными парнями. Улыбки на лицах не сходили во время праздника. Но к концу музыки Невру увела Карен танцевать, а Аля отошла к детям. Подойдя к родным, вампирша погладила их по головкам и даже целовала в лобики.

-Мама, мама, а теперь тетя Карен тоже заведет детей? - Спросила младшая с улыбкой.

-Вот это я не знаю малышка. - Отвечает ей Аля, на что получает серьезный взгляд от Маоры, стоявшей рядом.

-Не думаю, что моя дочь успеет это сделать, ситуация слишком серьезна. Не успела мать Невры произнести последние слова, как раздался выстрел, а потом снова и снова.

-Лучше всем прилечь и попытаться укрыться в штабе! - Серьезно произнесла Аля и дети с Маорой последовали ее совету. Сама же девушка попыталась воззвать к своим силам, чтобы установить небольшой щит, защищающий их. Выстрелы становились все ближе и ближе, часть декораций даже начали падать из-за попадания в них. Вампирша удерживала щит над родными почти не оберегая себя, ведь малыши это будущее и они важнее. Когда те добрались до ворот, Аля перенесла щит на себя и начала осматриваться, разыскивая Невру, но тут его не оказалось. Что ж… Пора его искать… С такими мыслями Аля быстро вспархнула на темных крыльях и пролетев не так далеко заметила мужа и Камерию в опасности, да и Эрику убегавшую от них в сторону леса. Приземлившись рядом с любимым, она увеличила размер щита, огородив и этих двоих от опасности. Все же нападение продолжалось, но теперь хотя бы еще и Невра будет цел более менее. Под этим щитом, Невра резко даже поцеловал любимую в щечку, смотря немного испуганным взглядом, а после начал отражать атаки, нацеленные на них. Он же выходил из-за щита и Аля старалась двигать его, идя вместе с Камерией. Правда сил уже оставалось не так много и она боялась, что не выдержит. Поэтому отключив свой щит в то время, как Лейфтан пришел на помощь со своими силами, начала сражаться бок о бок с Неврой. Все-таки в этом она была не так слаба и рефлексы вампира помогали уворачиваться от некоторых атак, а при слухе она слышала откуда стреляли. Бой продолжался еще некоторое время пока всех нападавших не обезвредили. А Камерия отошла в сторону к Эрике, а после даже пришла с ее отцом.

-Как вам не стыдно! Вы же обещали не нападать на Элдарию! - Произнес Невра, подошедший к мужчине и врезавший очень сильно тому по щеке. - Из-за вас в опасности оказались мои родные и близкие! - После слов последовал еще один удар, но кажется это не пугало его, а лишь раззадорило. Через некоторое время допроса Камерии пришли и Ланс с Эрикой. Матье кинулся обнимать подругу и повел ее вперед, остальные же пошли к норе, где проводился праздник. Там увидев детей, Аля и Невра кинулись к ним и сразу крепко-крепко обняли.

-Милые, хорошо что все целы. - Невра даже целовал малышей и Алю, пока не увидел, как Эрика упала в обморок в объятия Матье. Остальные дни прошли не слишком хорошо. Лейфтан уже несколько дней не получал известий от Мико и ребенка… Валькион, Икар, Эзарель тоже молчали в ответ на письма Невры. Это приводило в огромное беспокойство. Штаб готовился к тому что их ждет. Аля же пыталась найти выход из ситуации, может силы всех помогут восстановить кристалл или же им придется всем уходить на Землю? Этот вопрос ее мучал все время когда она помогала Невре с заданиями, дети были все время с Маорой и виделись с родителями только в свободное время.

[ravenrose18]

Shadows of Everyday Life

Warning This story mentions and details the following: abusive relationships, self-harm, bruising, hitting, torture, child abuse, etc.

Chapter 12

Dean was astounded when she said that, a girl after his own heart he thought. Hell, who was he kidding? Raven had his heart already. He knew that ever since that day he called her and spoke to her for hours on end, then the call ended abruptly. His dad had taken the home line and smashed it into the wall. Yelling at Dean for even thinking of being friends with her. Dean bucked up to his dad, causing him to throw Dean on the ground. He remembered how fast he ran and grabbed Sammy, before racing to her house nearby. He remembered when his dad figured out where he was and Dean went to school the next day with a black eye as he dragged him back to the house that evening before, leaving Sam at Raven's. He always.. took the abuse from his father so Sammy didn't have to. It was always in Dean's nature to protect. As he always was shielding his mother from the heartache and pain he caused. John Winchester was always such a mean man to him growing up, especially on the evenings he drank. Dean would warn Sam to stay at a friend's before he made it in late. His mind was heavy as he looked at her, thinking of that being her in a very similar situation recently. It burned him up on the inside to know.. that he matched her feelings with feeling numb.. feeling trapped. Feeling lost. When Dean's mother passed away, his father took it the hardest - working long shifts to cover the bills and his nasty gambling & alcoholism were heavy among his finances. Leaving Dean to pick up the costs for what they needed just for basic necessary items, he picked up odd and end jobs til he got to be fourteen, finally allowing him to work for a tiny little grocery store in their town. He worked there for ages, to keep things afloat while his father lived his best life away. But, Dean couldn't have done it without Raven pushing her.. helping her raise Sammy so he could go off to law school - getting good grades and punctuality so he could go to Stanford like he wanted. Dean maintained his composure as he looked at Raven, and he snapped back to reality. His heart weighed heavy when he smiled warmly. "Y'know, I always put Bailey's in my coffee. And so! You found it. Also, apple wine sounds awesome. Never heard of that." He said chuckling.

Raven vividly remembered the day Dean arrived at her house, his face etched with pain and distress. It was years ago, but the image remained seared in her mind. She noticed the way he tried to conceal his hurt, but it was clear how much he had endured, especially having his younger brother Sam by his side, looking equally worried. Raven felt a deep sense of compassion and was grateful she could offer him solace during such a turbulent time. She had always been aware of the torment Dean faced at the hands of their father, John, especially when alcohol was involved. With a sense of urgency, she had warned Dean, Don't end up like your dad when it comes to your drinking. While everything unraveled with their father, Raven took it upon herself to shield Sam from the fallout. She couldn't stand to see Dean suffering through the abuse, memories of which haunted him day after day.

Raven made it a point to be there for him; she offered a haven whenever Dean needed a place to escape to. The depth of her loyalty was evident when she stood up to John, even enduring a few slaps for backtalking him. It was a small price to pay for standing up for someone she cared deeply about. As Raven glanced over at Dean now, a wave of gratitude washed over her. Despite all they had faced, they had emerged resilient and alive. Years of shared experiences, struggles, and unwavering support had forged an unbreakable bond between them. She had no regrets about the times she stood up to John; every confrontation felt necessary in protecting the brothers she had come to love like family. With a warm smile, Raven turned to him, her eyes sparkling with determination. "You know, I can whip up my special coffee for you whenever you head off to work. It'll be a little comfort to take with you," she suggested. "And if you're looking for something to unwind, my apple wine is perfect. It's much more approachable than red wine; it strikes a lovely balance between dry and sweet." As she walked alongside him toward the checkout, she felt a sense of hope and camaraderie, knowing they had always managed to support each other through thick and thin.

Dean listened intently as he watched her eyes glimmer with happiness and pure hope. It warmed his heart as he walked with her to checkout. He thought about how many times she showed him love and compassion, it completely astounded Dean cause he never felt like he deserved it. He never felt like he mattered in that way.. because he was never really shown how to feel that way.. but, she always showed him no matter how he didn't feel it some days. Her actions always showed Dean that she cared. He would give everything to her if he could, everything she ever wanted and desired. "I would love that, sweetheart, you know - you're too good to silly ole me." He said playfully as he nodded about the wine. "I can't wait to just finally unwind with you." He said, in a loving tone as he looked at her with gentle eyes. They glistened with hope and determination them have an amazing future. Of them growing together. Learning how to.. just be again. Something that Dean longed for. Craved even. Once they got to the checkout, Dean loaded up most of everything in the cart but purposely saved the pop-tarts and honeybuns in the buggy for her to put on the belt - so she noticed it. He adored playing little jokes on her as he did all the time any chance he got.

Raven is acutely aware of her big heart; she has an abundance of love to share with those around her. However, she finds it challenging to open up when negativity looms large from people like John and Ash, who often bring her down. Regardless of the external circumstances, she remains steadfast in her affection for her two favorite boys, determined to always show them love and compassion, no matter the difficulties they face. In a moment of reflection, as they approach the checkout line, she turns to Dean, her voice soft but firm. "You deserve to be treated the way I treat you, Dean," she states sincerely. "After everything we've both endured in our lives, we deserve to know love and experience compassion from one another. I'm truly grateful that we can offer that for each other, especially when it feels like no one else does."

As they stand in line, she watches Dean meticulously load their groceries onto the belt, his focus evident as he efficiently organizes the items. Once he has placed most of their purchases on the conveyor, she picks up the last two items meant for him and places them gently on the belt. Shaking her head with a playful smile, she looks at him and adds, "Just so you know, these are only for quick breakfasts on those busy mornings when you don't have time for me to whip up something before you head off to work, Dean." Her smile reflects warmth, a reminder of the shared moments that make their bond special.

A smile grew upon Dean's face as he looked at her, holding onto each word as he took them in deeply. It weighed heavy on him as he thought about all of the constant trials and tribulations that they faced, some of them seemingly unable to handle. But her love and connection held him above water. It stabilized him to where he needed it and he loved that she could feel the same thing from him as he did for her. "Thank ya, sweetie-pie. That warms my heart to know. You're so right. With you, I'm on top of the world. With you, I am home again." He said as he met her gaze, his eyes holding a sense of passion to her. Dean playfully raised a brow as he did, chuckling softly. "Fine. Whatever you say." He said as he looked at her. The cashier soon rang it all up, one by one as the grocer bagged it all accordingly. The cashier spoke softly, "Total is 344.07." Dean swiped his card as he did all the prompts, putting in his PIN before he finished with the transaction. The cashier handed him his receipt and he smiled warmly at Raven once more.

Raven smiled warmly, her icy blue eyes sparkling as she gazed into Dean's vibrant green ones. "You're welcome, and I truly mean it, Dean. You deserve all the happiness life has to offer," she said, shaking her head playfully while maintaining her bright smile. After a moment, her expression softened as she added, "I really could have chipped in a little to help cover the cost of those groceries." With a determined nod, she bent down and picked up two heavy bags, Carefully, she placed them in the shopping cart, glancing over at Dean with a mischievous grin. "Let's get these loaded into the car so we can get back home and relax for the rest of the night," she suggested, her enthusiasm evident as they prepared to finish their shopping trip.

Dean looked at her, nodding as he couldn't help but have his cheeks feel warm as he did. A smile flashed across his face, "As do you, sweetie. You.. you are the reason I ever had any happiness to begin with." He said and he shook his head about her helping with the costs of groceries, "No no, Raven. It's okay. You save your money or buy yourself something nice. You deserve it. With all that overtime, I got nothing but money not that I'm trying to boast. now, you are taken care of." He said as he assured her before he agreed. They both headed out to the Impala and Dean put the cart right by it as he loaded the bags in the backseat He hadn't had this many things in his apartment in a long time to cook and to eat. It surprised Dean but it was a good surprise. It felt just right to him.

Raven beams at Dean, her eyes sparkling with warmth. "You are a dedicated worker, Dean. It might be time for you to treat yourself to something special, perhaps a stylish new outfit. I've been thinking about refreshing my wardrobe too," she suggests, her enthusiasm evident. Once they step outside, she eagerly assists him in loading the groceries into the Impala, her movements fluid and purposeful. As they finish packing the car, she turns to him with a playful grin. "So, are you taking the wheel this time, or should I?" she inquires, leaning casually against the sleek surface of the Impala. The air is filled with a sense of camaraderie, but beneath it, Raven feels an unsettling sensation, as if unseen eyes are upon them. Her instincts kick in, prompting her to glance over Dean's shoulder toward the alley adjacent to the grocery store, where she catches sight of a shadowy figure lurking in the dim light. A flicker of concern crosses her mind as she studies the silhouette, her heart racing slightly. The moment feels charged, and she can't shake the feeling that something is amiss.

He listened as she spoke about getting a new outfit or something, he then raised a row when she mentioned revamping her wardrobe. It warmed Dean's heart and he smiled. "Maybe tomorrow when we wake up and such, we can head out to the mall? We can go shopping." Dean said sillily as he finished loading the groceries in the car with her. Dean noticed her eyes and he followed them as he looked behind him into the alleyway, his eyes missed the figure but he then grew a sense of protection as he looked back into Raven's eyes. "I'll drive this time sweetheart." He said warmly before he caressed her hand, "You doin' okay?" He asked before he opened the passenger side door for her. His heartbeat sped up, hoping she wasn't regretting being there with him. Hoping.. she wasn't missing Ash.

Ash pulled out his flask and took a big gulp of his cheap tequila, he watched as she looked toward the alleyway He knew that she couldn't see him but he could see her. His pride.. well I guess he should call it prey. He shook his head as he saw Dean. He couldn't believe she broke free from him. He was going to have to make her pay for that. At the right moment of course. He didn't feel like fighting off a Winchester at the moment, especially not Dean. He soon disappeared into the night as he left the alleyway, back to his vehicle around the corner.

Raven chuckles lightly, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Of course, it would be fantastic to hit the mall, but don't you have to get back to work? You know, with your job as a mechanic and everything. I can only imagine how your coworkers must be feeling with you absent for so long, Dean." She glances at him, a hint of concern crossing her face, before turning her gaze away from the alleyway. "Honestly, I'm okay," she reassures him, her voice barely above a whisper as she settles into the passenger seat. "I think I'm just being a bit paranoid." The softness of her tone reflects her desire to downplay her feelings, not wanting to burden Dean with her worries. She is acutely aware of the potential danger lurking in the shadows, particularly with Ash possibly searching for her, and the thought of him causing harm to either her or Dean sends a shiver down her spine. As she sits there, Raven wrestles with her thoughts, trying to push aside the fear that has been gnawing at her. She knows that making a fuss about her anxiety would only serve to heighten Dean's concern, and that is the last thing she wants. Instead, she focuses on the moment.

Dean sighed as he remembered eventually he did have to go to work, but he just didn't want this night to end causing him to have to go to work. He nodded, "You're right sweetie. Maybe we can this weekend. I'm always off Saturdays and Sundays." He said warmly as he looked at her with happy eyes. He slid into the driver's seat after he closed her door and came around. He believed her when she said she was okay, understanding she might have paranoia for a while. Especially with how.. bad he treated her like his little pet. "I understand that you are paranoid. I couldn't imagine. Just know, no matter what you're safe with me now. He won't come near you again and if he tried, he wouldn't stand a chance." Dean said firmly but gently, as he looked at her with protective eyes. He started the Impala and the engine rumbled as he did. He soon pulled out of the grocery store and on the way back to his apartment, placed his hand back on her thigh gently - caressing her thigh as he did with his thumb as he drove along the road.

Raven beams gently, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she replies, "That sounds wonderful, Dean! A little outing to the mall, grabbing lunch, and visiting our favorite shops—it's going to be such a delightful experience. I can't wait!" As she speaks, she shifts closer to him, her presence radiating warmth and comfort. "I feel secure with you, Dean," she continues, her voice lowering slightly. "It's just that I have this strange sensation of being watched, but knowing you're by my side reassures me." She leans her head against his shoulder, a gesture of trust and affection, while her hand rests atop his, which is comfortably placed on her thigh. With a soft sigh, she adds, "I truly appreciate everything you do to keep me safe." Her words are filled with sincerity, reflecting the deep bond they share. In that moment, the world outside fades away, leaving just the two of them in their little sanctuary of understanding and support.

Dean smiled at her excitement and he nodded as he glanced over at her and then back at the road when she scooted closer to him. His skin grew goosebumps when she did and he felt her skin touch his as she placed his hand on top of hers. He grew a small sense of worry when she said she felt she was being watched. He looked at the road as he drove, turning on the street his apartment was on. "Have you seen anyone.. and did you see anyone at the diner?" He asked, glancing at her. "I'm glad you feel secure though. That is my goal." He said warmly, before grinning from ear to ear. "And, you're always welcome. You kept me and Sam secure growing up. It is only my job to do so now for you." He reassured her, his heart kind of racing at the thought of her being watched somehow. The thought of Ash being around makes Dean feel just simply sick. He had hoped he was smart enough to stay away from her.

Raven gazes up at him, letting out a soft sigh. "I thought I spotted Ash near the diner and in that alley by the grocery store. But for now, let's head inside, put away the groceries, and perhaps unwind with a show on TV," she suggests, a gentle smile gracing her lips. She clasps his hand firmly, a gesture meant to comfort him and convey that everything will be alright. Raven feels the weight of her worries, but she is determined to find a moment of peace. The thought of relaxing and watching something lighthearted on television brings her a sense of comfort. She knows that tonight might be challenging, as her mind often drifts to unsettling dreams, but she is hopeful that a little distraction could help ease her anxiety. Raven's grip on his hand tightens slightly, a silent promise that she is trying to stay strong. She understands the importance of finding solace in small moments, especially when the shadows of her nightmares loom large. With each step toward the door, she focuses on the warmth of his presence, reminding herself that together they can create a safe space, even if just for a little while.

Dean almost made a sudden stop when he heard what she said but he tried to remain calm composure as he looked at her, nodding worriedly as he did. "That sounds awesome. And please.. please don't hesitate to tell me if you ever see him. That way I'm hyper-aware. I would hate if he hurt you somehow.. again." He said pulling into his apartment complex, parking in his usual spot near his apartment. He soon followed Raven to the door with lots of groceries in his arms, leaving only the gallon of milk and OJ they got to come get. He unlocked the door for her before he came in behind her he sat the groceries down on the counter as well as his keys and wallet.

He looked to Raven once he did, "I'll be right back, I'm gonna grab the milk and orange juice - I think that is all that was left." He said simply before heading back out to the Impala, he had noticed he left his phone in the car also so he grabbed that along with the drinks. He did see the one six-pack he also didn't grab, so he balanced it all and headed back inside with it. He placed it all on the counter also before he checked his phone for a quick moment. An unknown number tried to call him and he looked up to Raven, "Do you recognize this number sweetheart?" He asked showing her his phone screen.

Raven glances at him and gives a slight nod. "I understand, Dean. I promise to inform you if I come across him, but I will protect myself if I do see him," she replies, stepping out of the car and trailing behind him toward the door. Once inside, she tosses her jacket and bag onto the couch, her body mostly covered except for her arms and upper chest, where her tattoos are prominently displayed. She begins to unpack the groceries that Dean has brought in, focusing on the task at hand.

As she observes Dean stepping back outside to retrieve the remaining groceries, she can't help but admire his strength when he returns, managing to carry everything in one trip. "Look at you, Mr. Strongman," she teases, a playful smile on her face. However, her expression shifts when he pulls out his phone to show her an unknown number. A wave of dread washes over her as she recognizes it, but she quickly masks her horror and resumes her grocery duties. "Nope, I don't know that number," she insists, concealing the fact that it belongs to Ash, unsure of how he even obtained Dean's number, perhaps from her phone when he had taken it away. Raven's mind races as she continues to put away the groceries, her thoughts consumed by the implications of that number. She feels a mix of anxiety and determination, knowing that she must remain vigilant. As she finishes organizing the kitchen, she silently vows to protect herself, no matter what challenges may arise.

Dean chuckled when she called him Mr. Strongman, he smiled warmly as she did and he nodded when she said she didn't recognize the unknown number - although he did notice her expression change swiftly but then back to putting away the groceries. He didn't push the matter but he quickly sent Sam a text with the number, so he could search it on his database. He was almost half tempted to call it back - but he decided against it as he wanted to have a peaceful night also. "I texted Sam, just for him to search it up but it could be just one of those spam calls. I doubt that jackass Ash would ever be smart enough to save my number." He said playfully, as he helped her put the groceries away along with the beer in the fridge. His phone soon dinged and he checked it rather quickly seeing it was Sammy. 'I'll check in the A.M. - when I get back to my office then I'll give ya a call bro.' Dean replied, 'Ok, Sammy.' then put his phone on the counter before he headed into his bedroom reaching under his bed and grabbing his shotgun so it was right by the front door as he locked it for an instant amount of protection. He put his pistol in the kitchen on the counter also, from his side. He then looked at Raven, smiling warmly. "Wanna get in our comfy clothes and cuddle on the couch or my bed while we watch a movie? You can pick the movie. Even if it is a sappy one." He said playfully, as he looked at her with anxiety-ridden eyes but also eyes of contentment and peace as he slightly furrowed his eyebrows with a slightly worried look. He tried to hide it but he couldn't mask it - it seemed.

Raven continued to put away the groceries, her mind elsewhere as she absentmindedly organized the items. Suddenly, a loud crash interrupted her thoughts, and she froze in place, realizing she had dropped something fragile. The sound of shattering glass echoed in the kitchen, and panic surged through her. Memories of past mistakes flooded her mind, particularly the harsh reactions she had faced from Ash whenever she had been clumsy. The fear of Dean's potential anger gripped her tightly, making her heart race as she braced herself for the inevitable reprimand.

As she stood there, trembling, Raven's thoughts spiraled into a frenzy of anxiety. "Oh my god, Dean, I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed, her voice shaky and filled with dread. She was acutely aware of the effort Dean had put into earning the money for their groceries, and the thought of disappointing him was unbearable. In a desperate attempt to make amends, she promised to replace the broken item with her own money, her mind racing with guilt and regret. The weight of her past experiences with Ash loomed over her, amplifying her fear of making mistakes and facing the consequences.

With a deep breath, she steeled herself and bent down to gather the shards of glass, her bare hands trembling as she reached for the dangerous pieces. The sharp edges glinted menacingly, but her determination to rectify the situation pushed her forward. She was determined to show Dean that she could take responsibility, even if it meant risking injury. The fear of his anger was a powerful motivator, but the scars of her past made her question whether she would ever be free from the cycle of fear and punishment that had haunted her for so long.

Dean immediately rushed over when he heard the crash of the broken glass on the floor and he quickly grabbed the broom and dustpan. He shook his head as she went to pick up the sharper pieces, "Honey, sweetheart, don't do that. I don't want you to get all cut up." He said gently as he swept all of it up and looked at her after he threw all of it in the trash. He sat the broom against the fridge and pulled her trembling body into his arms, moving hair away from her eyes as he did and looked into her eyes. "Raven, it's okay. It's me, Dean. I'm not him. I'm not gonna hurt you. I'm not gonna make you feel bad. I promise." He said as he looked at her with comforting eyes his mind flashed back to a similar feeling. When he broke his dad's picture on the wall in the living room - all hell broke loose. He took himself out of that memory as it was hell on him to remember. He focused back on her, as he held her closely.

Raven clings to him with a desperate grip, her emotions spilling over as she begins to weep against his chest. The warmth of his body offers her a momentary solace, but the weight of her guilt is heavy in the air. As she gazes up at him, her eyes glisten with tears that cascade down her cheeks, each drop a testament to her remorse. "I truly didn't mean to let it fall and shatter," she confesses, her voice trembling with regret, as she buries her face deeper into his embrace, seeking comfort in his presence.

The intensity of her sorrow is palpable as Raven's arms encircle him, drawing him closer as if to shield herself from the overwhelming feelings of guilt. She feels vulnerable, yet there is a sense of safety in his hold that allows her to express her anguish freely. With each sob, she releases a bit of the burden she carries, her heart aching for the mistake she made. "I never intended for it to happen," she murmurs, her words muffled against his chest, revealing the depth of her remorse and the weight of her emotions.

Raven's tears continue to flow, each one a reminder of her regret, but within the warmth of his embrace, she finds a flicker of hope. She knows that while the object may be broken, the bond they share remains intact, and perhaps, with time, they can mend what was lost. "Please forgive me," she whispers, her voice barely audible, yet filled with a longing for understanding and reconciliation as she clings to him, seeking reassurance in his unwavering support.

Dean felt her cling to him as he pulled her into him as tightly as possible, feeling her tears fall - as he wiped them away with his thumbs gently as he heard her words and his heart completely shattered as he heard them. "I know you didn't, raven. It is okay, I promise." He said, assuring her before he saw her bury her face into him. He held her close to his chest as his heart raced and he held his other arm around her waist firmly and securely. He felt her sob and he couldn't help but tear up some himself as he heard her pained cries. Almost as if he wouldn't let her cry, that he wouldn't let her even make a peep. Dean couldn't help but wonder what exactly he put her through but he didn't want her to have to go into all of it again.. he knew the just she told him and he didn't want her to have to remember it all again.. even though she has the unwanted memories constantly out of her control. "Accidents happen, love. I'm not mad at you. I don't hate you for it. I forgive you, I promise. You ought to know, I have broken many things around here and I can assure you that you didn't do anything wrong." He said softly and quietly, as he felt her cling to him. "I'm not going anywhere either. I promise, babygirl." Dean's heartbeat picked up when he realized what slipped from his mouth and his cheeks grew warmer when he did. But he didn't correct himself. He just let it be for once.

Raven's tears ceased as she processed his words, lifting her gaze from his chest to notice a rosy hue spreading across his cheeks. A gentle smile graced her lips, mirroring the warmth that began to bloom on her face. "Thank you for your forgiveness, Dean. I assure you, I will make amends for what I damaged. However, I think slipping into some pajamas and watching a movie sounds delightful. Just let's avoid anything overly sentimental; I want to share laughter and joy with you, just like we have throughout the day," she expressed, her voice light and hopeful as she gently withdrew from him, yet kept her hand resting against his chest. The atmosphere shifted as they shared this moment, a blend of comfort and anticipation filling the space between them. Raven felt a renewed sense of connection, eager to embrace the simple pleasure of their time together. The prospect of laughter and lightheartedness ahead made her heart flutter with excitement.

Dean nodded, as he looked at her somewhat somber eyes. "Of course, Raven. Accidents happen all the time and I agree. It sounds very peaceful sounding to me, let's watch a comedy then. We can scroll through until we find what looks right to watch and you also.. don't have to make amends. No harm done, sweetie." He said warmly as he looked at her again, "I'm gonna go get into my pajamas - I'll be right back he looked at her once more before holding her into him a bit longer. As he felt the comfort and the passion that lingered among them. He then pulled away, not wanting to but he knew he would go back to holding her as soon as they both changed.

He then headed into his bedroom, going into the closet to get a simple black shirt along with some grey pajama pants after he took his boots off, leaving his socks on. He changed into them rather quickly as he took his watch off and put it on his bathroom sink. He turned on the warm water as he washed his face with some of the water and he looked at himself in the mirror. His peach fuzz was evident and he finished washing his face as he dried with the towel hanging nearby. Once he was finished he came back into the kitchen, grabbing a beer for her and him out of the fridge.

Raven offers a gentle smile and nods as she watches him depart. Once he is out of sight, she heads to the spare bedroom, where she changes into her pajamas. She selects a comfortable pair of shorts and a tank top, removes her shoes and socks, and makes her way to the bathroom to wash her face. As she gazes into the mirror, she notices the bruises and her swollen lip, which appear less severe than before. A soft smile spreads across her face as she acknowledges the progress her body is making in its recovery. Despite the lingering bruises scattered across her skin, she feels a sense of relief that her neck is also showing signs of improvement. Raven takes a moment to appreciate her healing journey, recognizing the strength it takes to recover. The reflection staring back at her is a reminder of resilience, and she feels a renewed sense of hope. With each passing day, she knows she is moving closer to feeling like herself again. After she looks at herself in the mirror she walks back out to the living room.

Chapter 13

[xaracosmia]

ꕥ — WELCOME TO CATA COSMIA, SAOTOME TAO. 🌓

ꕥ  — OOC INFORMATION;

alias: saturn age: 27 pronouns: any ooc contact: blakebelladonna on twt other characters in xc: blake belladonna (rwby), jupiter (wktd), summer rose (rwby)

ꕥ  — IC INFORMATION;

name: saotome tao age: 25 pronouns: she/they series: gokurakugai canon point: current chapter  app triggers: parental abuse, death, broken bones, child neglect. 

personality: 

tao is more well-known for being rather calm and poised in demeanor alone. while she may seem detached from the people around her, that air of mystery and disdain has the opportunity to quickly dissipate once clientele and strangers alike catch a whiff of her more nurturing personality. this is more often shown towards teenagers and children rather than grown adults, though of course, her care can be extended towards anyone she finds worthwhile. her compassion also tends to shine through if a particular case she takes on seems to hit a nerve (or soft spot) of hers. though not necessarily in the traditional sense – she often alleviates fees or payment depending on the situation. something of a rarity, though not entirely unheard of.

both mature and punctual for someone her age, tao takes charge as a leader more than a follower when it comes to guiding those in search of answers. (something something doesn’t take shit from anyone who tries to take advantage of her or her business partner.) being that tao works as a contract killer, the troubleshooter has a more than intimidating aura when in first meeting. oftentimes this is used to her own advantage; whether it’s getting more money out of a job, or simply scaring men who don’t know how to behave around her. 

something your muse struggles with: being vulnerable. while tao has her own way of showing affection and care towards her younger coworkers, it’s very rare that she ever lets herself show any emotion that isn’t stoic.

your muse’s greatest strength: tao’s resilience is unmatched in the face of danger. although the abuse she faced at the hands of many, there was little doubt of her ever backing down from such a horrendous situation. 

history / background: 

***MANGA SPOILERS BEYOND THIS POINT***

saotome tao. eldest sister to saotome jin. both had been born to parents who neglected them severely; an abusive father, an absent mother. tao did everything she could to protect her younger brother from the brutalities they faced against their father as a collective. whenever frustrations arose, he was the one to take it out on her specifically. 

and at that point it’s all tao could have hoped for.

at the age of fifteen, tao had been handed over to a criminal organization in which her father was financially indebted to. day in and day out she had ran errands and done their dirty work for them in order to pay off what was owed. they’d even taken to punishing her for her father’s actions despite being innocent in all of it– a pawn being moved around for others benefits and never her own. 

she’d one day had escaped from the confines of the establishment by breaking her arm in order to wriggle out the restraints she’d been put in, running home to find her father brutally murdered and her brother missing. 

what happened between then and now, ten years later, is still somewhat of a mystery. along her journeys tao had come across a young boy named alma: the product of a human and maga relationship– half demon, half human. she’d taken him under her wing as essentially her own, acting as his guardian up until the current day. through her compassion and patience she had taught alma everything he knows thus far, from balancing his inner peace, to some of his fighting prowess. 

the duo currently work as “troubleshooters”; the people you call upon to take care of your problems, no matter how big or small. though the reality of the situation is that beneath the surface, them and their handful of colleagues work to kill maga– disaster beasts who seek to torment humanity as it stands.  

powers / abilities: n/a

inherent abilities: n/a 

items / weapons: 

pistol: while her weapon might look like any ordinary firearm, the bullets loaded into the pistol are imbued with alma’s blood. this specialty ammo is used to ensure the maga she kills are damaged severely in battle.

starting ability: n/a

starting item: n/a

extra: 

 5’11 lesbian in your area  

 *in the same cadence as the xiv free trial copypasta* gokurakugai is currently only 14 chapters which makes it easy to read and easy to get into—

discord id: saotometao

[allronix]

@foundfamilynonsense: I supposed it was in the execution. I've joked before that Han and Lando do a better job of demonstrating letting go with grace and dignity when the time comes for a sacrifice. The Jedi came across less as "Letting go with grace" and more "If you only love the Force and the Order, then the enemy has nothing to use against you. You will do whatever the cold equation demands."

If you want a young man to grow up to kill his father for the good of the Galaxy (using the OT storyline as an example), then the best way to go about it would be to make sure he never has a relationship with his father. He's taken in by the Masters and the Order becomes Mother and Father. (Which is why you conscript from the cradle - if they never know or remember their birth family, they don't have any messy conflicts of interest) Failing that, distant relatives who won't say anything will do. But if the aunt and uncle end up dead, that's kinda working in your favor. And if you have to sacrifice the kid's sister and brother in law? Well, acceptable losses. (Though losing the sister is going to be a steep price). And now the young man has every reason in the world to want his enemy-father dead and no inconvenient conflicting loyalties or other distractions. He can be 110% focused on killing that Sith. And again, you don't tell him he's being set up to kill his dad. Hopefully he never finds out. But if you did the job well enough, he isn't going to CARE.

If he has no one to love, nothing to lose, and his loyalty is only to the Force and the Order, then he will be the perfect weapon and tool to accomplish what needs to be accomplished for the good of the galaxy - dead Sith.

Now, I admit that this is a Machiavellian and highly cynical read on the situation. It's also exactly how the Sith think, which...well, the Sith view emotional connection as a liability that must be curtailed. What I'm not grasping is why that analysis of the OT isn't correct. I know the whole cold blooded "ends justify the means" mentality isn't supposed to be how Jedi roll. They're supposed to be these ultimate good guys, right? So what's missing? Where is the misplaced decimal point in this math?

For them, letting go means clenching your teeth and brace yourself for the impact of torment, sucking it up and continue on living until the anguish wears off and you gather your courage to find someone else who will do the same to you, because that's life and the good parts are good enough to worth playing a game you cannot win.

@writerbuddha - Have you been READING my fic? Holy shit. This is EXACTLY where I am running into the kriffing wall! And why I came your blog in the first place. I have my F!Revan exactly at this point and it's a major reason she hates being a Jedi. She picked up the saber because "but thou must" (there's a war going on like usual) and it seemed the right thing to do. The paradox is that the very thing she did to protect her found family seems to demand she will never be happy with them.

It hasn't helped that a lot of her found family have some problems in the letting go department. Nor did it help that her first Master was a Palpatine grade manipulation expert who later became so frustrated with both the Jedi and Sith that said Master tried to break the Force itself. (Kreia is one very interesting piece of work...)

F!Revan has been at the "gritting teeth, bracing for impact, and waiting for the anguish" ever since picking up a lightsaber. There's been little to no joy, connection, love or life in the Force - at least not that she's experienced. Only the power to kill. Now this power has allowed her to protect her loved ones and keep them alive, but it also means she views the Force as a jealous, cruel "love me and only me!" tyrant.

Jedi accept a joyless, loveless, lonely life of submission to this tyrant, grimly accepting it as a burden. The Sith love and embrace the tyrant, reveling in the power it gives them. The inevitable loneliness, violence, and being on the yoke of a cruel god doesn't seem so bad when you can make someone else suffer. So...go full on Dark Side and rule in hell where there's plenty to distract from being lonely or remain in the light and serve in heaven where her loved ones might be okay but she won't be able to see them ever again?

Needless to say, she and the Force aren't on speaking terms right now.

I suppose this is rather selfish of my character the way you put it, but I kinda can't have someone show up and lecture her about duty or say some high minded puffery about "letting go with grace" or how she's failing to live up to the unconditional, universal love idea because that isn't how you help someone who is a scant step from eating her saber. (Better that than Dark Side, right? The Force can still use her, there just won't be a "her" to feel miserable about it)

What pisses me off sometimes is that many of the people in this fandom already understand attachment but just choose to not use that understanding for the Jedi.

Like. If you weren’t completely confused by Shuri’s arc in the new Black Panther you understand attachment.

If you understood why elenore let chidi leave in the finale of the good place, you understand attachment.

In fact I can think of like eight super hero movies where attachment (and learning to let go of it) is the KEY conflict.

Attachment is not a hard concept to grasp at all. “Letting go” is NEVER portrayed as a bad thing in media. Like. Never. Especially when it’s about letting go of a loved one who died instead of getting revenge.

When people watch a super hero movie and the super hero starts acting like a villain and a side character goes “you’ve got to let her go” I never find paragraphs on tumblr about how the hero should have kept acting like a villain and that side character was the real bad guy.

It’s just that the Jedi don’t struggle with it. The Jedi already practice attachment. They’re already at peace. And since Anakin has been a Jedi for so long and has given no real indication of struggling (I mean they don’t know about his secret wife), they just tell him to practice attachment and think that’s enough. Bc he should already know.

And when people say they shouldn’t have expected this of Anakin bc he wasn’t raised a Jedi… the Jedi are not the only ones who don’t act on attachment. The first person to explain attachment in the movies is Shimi Skywalker. She lets Anakin go and live a better life bc she is not attached to him. She tells him to not look back. This is the woman who raised Anakin. He was raised in a no-attachment household. He has no excuse. He was always taught about attachment. He knew what he was doing was wrong. He did it anyway.

Anakin was not confused by attachment. And neither is the audience really. There are so many stories about how attachment is bad, Lucas just calls it by its name. People choose not to like the Jedi bc they don’t find them interesting. Which is fine I suppose, but if you don’t like the Jedi bc the sith aesthetic is more your speed, just say that. Stop pretending you don’t understand a very common moral conflict.