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i keep just having quick doodles.. i’m at a gas station i just wake up pls don’t hate..
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Ultimate Incest Tournament - Round 2
Norma and Norman Bates sculpture by artist "Rainman," titled Murderer
Propaganda under the cut:
Norma/Norman:
The weirdest, most charming mother/son duo ever. Bates Motel took an interesting story and turned it into something greater, exploring Norma and Norman's relationship with sincere sympathy. Their love for each other is beautiful, but destructive; their intimacy was born out of necessity and shared pain; the world won't leave them alone. It's awful to witness. It's beautiful and heartbreaking.
i mean COME ON. Norma is constantly upset that Norman expresses interest in other women. She hid her husband from Norman because she knew Norman would throw a hissy fit over them being together (which he did)
He tried to commit murder-suicide so they could die together and when he survived he taxidermied her corpse so they could be together forever
Norman “It’s like there’s a cord between us” x Norma “Honey that’s - that’s from Jane Eyre” are everything to me. I’m barely scratching the surface in doing justice to their insanity. They mean everything to each other and I love their fucked-up codependency so dearly.
After he killed her he couldn't live without her so literally absorbed her personality and started wearing her clothes and speaking for her and carrying her corpse around and when a woman he was attracted to showed up at the hotel he killed her as his mother bc of his mother's jealousy??
Gerard/Mikey:
Vocalist and bassist respectively of my chemical romance. they are insanely codependent (describing themselves as the same person just different heights etc). gerard has also licked mikeys nipple onstage. good times
Gerard is decidedly super abnormal about mikey. he has written many songs about him that are always adjacent to straight up love songs. he has also been explicitly sexual with him (giving him a pantomime handjob, caressing his chest, saying he looks like a hooker etc etc) while also constantly babying him. theyre codependent and they finish each others sentences and theyre in ickydisgusting brotherlove❤️❤️❤️❤️
Grew up together as the outsiders in their New Jersey town and spent their teenhoods together in a musty basement. Mikey learned to walk by running after Gerard and face-planting. Gerard drew comics for Mikey and told him stories. They went to a Smashing Pumpkins concert together and decided that being in a band is what they wanted out of life. Mikey learned the bass because Gerard was in bands and he wanted to join. Gerard called up Mikey after witnessing 9/11 and told him they're gonna start a band. Everything they do is together, they love each other. And isn't it so much fun to turn that incest?
Mikey Way wrote a comic where the main character, who looks like him from the black parade era, gets a woman pregnant. Which isn't incestuous on its own, but she looks like the female version of Gerard Way from the black parade era. Love is love or something
#tumblr polls#tournament polls#incest poll#norma/norman bates#psycho#bates motel#gerard/mikey way#waycest#mcr#my chemical romance#tw incest#round 2
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Accidentally worked myself into characterising Ludger and Victor as both of them being weirdly attracted to each other and also seriously annoyed by each other.
#attraction is fake except for when its age gap or selfcest or incest and then its the funniest thing#ludger: stop being an asshole to my brother#victor: then admit youre in love with him or he’s going to die jealous#sorry i just took the very serious premise of x2 and made it silly 😂 i need sleep#we’re reaching the point of my anxiety where ill say anything to get some brain chemicals going#v#x2#ng
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taking your little brother's virginity in a basement, among other secrets to keep
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#My Chemical Romance#fan fiction#fandom#bandom#screenshots#Asks#ArchiveofOurOwn#comments#humor#similarities#violence#incest TW#pro shippers
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*** NSFW ***
*** 18+ MINORS DNI! ***
*** TW. DARK CONTENT ***
⚠️ WARNING ⚠️
This story contains dark content including but not limited to forced impreg, incest, voyeurism, dubcon, and other themes that may not be suitable for all audiences! Reader discretion is STRONGLY advised!
As time went on there was only so much she could do to hide her delicate condition, and their parents were starting to speculate. While Y/N was busy trying to hide her growing bump, there was something else she was trying desperately to hide ... Her libido. The farther she got into her pregnancy, the hornier she got. All those chemical changes were making her crazy, and she couldn't help but to feel some level of desire for Itachi. It was her brother's baby after all.
Y/N couldn't help herself as she snuck into her big brother's room well after everyone in the house was already long asleep, and slid underneath the covers with him. She wrapped her arm around him, sliding her hand down his chest, abdomen, and then down into his pajama pants. Itachi woke up abruptly, grabbing her hand. "little sister, what are you doing??" He questioned with a smirk. "I-I... Itachi I need it! I'm so horny all the time! Fuck me big brother! Please?!" She begged cheeks red with shame. "I knew you were enjoying it the whole time..." He replies with a smirk, grabbing a fist full of her hair and turns her over, pinning her to the bed. Itachi quickly frees his cock from his pants and wastes no time, thrusting balls deep inside of his fertile little sister. Itachi cups a hand tightly around her mouth "shhh little sis, you don't want everyone to know what a dirty little cock whore you are for your big brother do you??" He teased as he fucked into her.
Sasuke woke to the muffled sounds of what he thought was a struggle. He quickly realized as he left his room, that there was no struggle... Just his big sister getting viciously fucked by their big brother once again. Sasuke peeks into the crack in Itachi's door, watching as his sister's face contorts in pleasure, and his cock goes instantly hard. He felt disgusted, but he couldn't help himself. His big sister's cries of ecstasy were absolutely heavenly, and part of him wished it were him fucking her. He reaches into his pants, removing his cock and strokes it in desperation for his own release.
"your pregnant pussy loves taking my cock doesn't it little sis?" Itachi teased as he felt Y/N's walls gripping around him as she neared orgasm. She gasped, her eyes rolling back as she came all over her big brother's perfect cock, his own orgasm not far behind. From the hallway, Sasuke was also about to explode as he watched his big sister cum for Itachi, like she had so many times before. "Take it little sister! Take every drop of my potent Uchiha seed!" Itachi growled as he flooded his pregnant sister's walls with rope after rope of hot cum. At the same time Sasuke was shaking as he came all over the floor in front of itachi's bedroom door. He quickly, and shamefully leaves back to his room before they find out he's been watching.
Sex drunk and filled with her afterglow Y/N pulls Itachi into a deep passionate kiss, surprising them both for a moment. "Itachi, that... That was amazing." She says as she catches her breath. "Don't worry little sis, you're mine now. And even if you didn't like it.... I'll never stop fucking you. That pussy belongs to me Y/N. Got it?" Itachi growls in your ear. Like a lust drink bimbo, you nod agreeing with him. "Good girl. Now go to bed, don't need us getting caught." Itachi says to her as her sends her back off to bed with a slap on that ass.
A.N: not my best, but I'm still kinda out of it from everything. Hope you enjoy! Also... Should I keep this going?? If so, would love some suggestions on where to take this!!
#itachi uchiha#itachi#uchiha itachi#itachi smut#tw. dark content#smut writing#tw dark thoughts#tw.noncon#itachi naruto#uchiha smut#sasuke smut#uchiha sasuke#sasuke#tw forced pregnancy#tw noncon#tw.nsfw#tw.dubcon
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quickest waycest doodle im in a restaurant HELP
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Hello~ I just wanted to hear more of your fordfiddlestan thoughts if you have any🥺👉👈
TO ALL MY FORDFIDDLESTAN ENJOYERS I SWEAR I’M WRITING A FIC FOR IT!!!
It’s just taking WAY longer than I thought it would. It’s around 2k words right now when it was supposed to be like 200 at most. This is like my first “official” fic that’s more than a few hundred words, so I keep rewriting portions because I’m unhappy with them. But I’ll have it out soon!! I swear!!
As an apology, here’s some thoughts I have about them.
Stan at first does not believe that both Ford and Fiddleford are into him. Ignoring the whole moral dilemma of having incestous feelings for his twin brother, Stan just has really shitty self-esteem in general. This man just can’t wrap his head around the thought of these two geniuses being genuinely into him. I mean, look at him! He was homeless for 10 years, he’s gained weight, he has a shitty personality and is an asshole 90% of the time, hell! He never even graduated Highschool.
Ford and Fiddleford, on the other hand, are obsessed with Stan.
Ford at first doesn’t even realize his more than brotherly feelings for his twin. When he starts getting jealous about Stan and Fiddleford hanging out, he convinces himself he’s irritated at the idea of Stan stealing Fiddleford from him when it’s really the other way around. He hates how F takes Stan out into town to hang out without Ford, he hates how Stan and Fiddleford dance to country music together in the kitchen while Stan cooks dinner, and he hates how Stan looks at Fiddleford like he’s the best thing since sliced bread.
In contrast to Stanford, Fiddleford is more amused than anything when he realizes Ford is as in love with Stan as he is. Mister “Love is a chemical reaction” goes red in the face everytime Fiddleford even looks in Stan’s direction.
Eventually, Stanford tries to confront Fiddleford about how much time he’s spending with Stan and Fiddleford takes the opportunity to make a deal with Ford.
Whoever can get Stan to fall in love with them first, gets to be with him.
(For being geniuses, they both don’t even notice how Stan has the cutest little crush on both of them. You know the meme where on person is thinking about hugging their partner and frolicking in a field of flowers in them while the other is just having thoughts about sex? That’s Stan and Ford/Fiddleford.)
After they all get together, Ford and Fiddleford go feral.
They’re still fighting over Stan, but in a friendly rival way. They’ll be in the middle of sex and they’d start bickering about who can make Stan cum first, or who can make him cry the quickest, or even who gives Stan the best aftercare.
“Ah, that’s it Moonpie, cum for me. Such a good boy.”
“Ignore Fiddleford, Lee. You’re cumming for me, aren’t you Stanley?”
You also know those two LOVE seeing Stan working on the portal. Before they would only sneak glances, but now they can do whatever they want (as long as Stan is comfortable of course).
Stan is sweating through his white shirt, causing it to stick erotically to his chest. His nipples poke through the fabric, and then he uses the bottom hem of his shirt to wipe away the sweat on his brow.
The shirt is pulled up to reveal is soft stomach and his generous happy trail leading down, down, down.
Now, instead of having to leave to take care of their growing arousal, they can ravish him right there.
Truly living the dream, those two.
#stancest#woobie talks to the void#FordFiddlesStan Drabble#I also imagine this with my small dick Stan HC#because I can :)
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you wouldnt happen to know any media with good manipulative older brother incest would you?
my chemical romance
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12 Days of Yandere Christmas
well, this is it.
for the first time of my writing career, I formally open my series named "12 Days of Yandere Christmas", inspired by the "12 Days of Christmas".
in this series, I will use 12 different dimensions of yanderes with different idols.
in my limited time but my desire to do this, I want to push through this with the help of different roleplays with my discord friends and chatGPT. (I'll admit, I need to do it)
DAY 1: YANDERE IDOL
DAY 2: YANDERE STEPSISTER
DAY 3: YANDERE GIRLFRIEND
DAY 4: YANDERE EX-GIRLFRIEND
DAY 5: YANDERE SISTER (INCEST)
DAY 6: YANDERE CEO
DAY 7: YANDERE MOTHER
DAY 8: YANDERE FWB
DAY 9: YANDERE SCHOOL BULLY
DAY 10: YANDERE SCHOOL NERD
DAY 11: YANDERE BEST FRIEND
DAY 12: YANDERE CHEATING IDOL (FINALE)
sorry for the short and rushed intro, but I hope you guys liked it!
anyways, SOTD:
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chemicals in the lake are making the cats GAY >:(
Basically a masterpost about this specific AU
-Lionblaze transman, autistic and won't pick up any social cue.
-Lionblaze is not a calico, he is a chimera
-Lionblaze big guilt and OCD over his power
-Lionblaze fears he will end up like Scourge as a part of his OCD (i have to find a way to let everyone know that Scourge is related to Firestar tho....)
-Lionblaze and Toadfoot only aknowledge each other in The Fourth Apprentice when they are on their way to the beavers and they become gay
-Lionblaze keeps his personality from late po3 (kind of dumb, can't pick up any clue, very ocd, is socially very awkward and clumsy, clearly needs help to navigate social situations properly)
-Lionblaze is very much the same as in canon, very flawed, he is still the most forgiving of the 3 and does try to talk it out with Squirrelflight and Leafpool, he feels very isolated in his clan due to the prophecy, the lies around his birth and Hollyleaf being presumed dead, which makes him more prone to have a relationship with an outsider instead of a thunderclan warrior
-Toadfoot also went through losing a sibling (Marshkit), he doesn't have a canonical father so I think he would be very attached to his mom (Tallpoppy) and remaining sibling (Applefur), he is also seen being playful, friendly and understanding towards Flametail I love toadfoot
-Lionblaze and Toadfoot have big rivals to lovers energy and it was my favorite weird "crack" ship when I was 13
-The AU also centers around the flaws of StarClan and their weird mechanic that keeps changing over time (ashfur goes to starclan because he just found his way there, and leafpool gets to go through a whole trial somehow???)
-Living cats and StarClan fight dark forest first, and then living cats turn more or less against StarClan for being as incomprehensible as possible, doing blatant favoritism, letting bad seeds get in and throwing out overall good cats, and the warrior code will also be reformed because it's way overdue grrrr
-Maybe Dovewing and Ivypool are the babies of Hollyleaf and Cinderheart instead of Birchfall and Whitewing ? I never really liked that Dovewing was indeed linked to the 3 but she was so far away in family tree tbh :((
-Lionblaze will have babies with Toadfoot as some point (Maybe adopted ? I don't know yet) and they won't have many children, and I will do everything in my power to get rid of all the current incest in the books >:(
-I think the babies of Lionblaze and Toadfoot will look like Tallpoppy and Leafpool because i love them
-Leafpool, Squirrelflight and Tallpoppy will both be aware of the relationship at some point, but they will keep their mouth shut and be supporting mothers because they are very cool and progressive
-I don't know if I will ever write fanfiction about this, I am already working on a clangen project, so if I do anything about it it will only be a small side project ! I use this AU to rewrite things that make me happier than the canon version (like making transman OCD autistic lionblaze, i find it easier for me to relate to him) :)
I hope you like it, I shall disappear again for a while now, I have art fight attacks to work on >:)
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pharmacy lore goes crazy (thank you @wabatle for drawing the hospital >_<)
welcome to the first ever pharmacy! we only give out vitamin ena and nothing else. inbox is open!!
pharmacity map is currently closed due to me being very busy, personal issues, and executive disfunction. sorry for the inconvenience 3:
commonly asked questions
what does vitamin ena do for the body? -> keeps the heart pumping blood and blood pumping to the heart. no vitamin ena no heartbeat, just death.
what happens if you miss a day? -> you die (/joke you can always recover with more vitamins but yeah you do die so be dramatic in the inbox)
what happens if the PHARMACIST misses a day? -> more lawsuits! bad news for me.
can you take different vitamins or supplements while taking vitamin ena? -> many vitamins that are running in the pjsekai pharmacy community do not give the same affects as vitamin ena, they are safe to take at the same time.
can you take more than one vitamin ena at a time? -> NO. too much blood goes to your body and you explode. it is okay to catch up on days though, and if you have a doctor’s note that you submit in the inbox i will let you.
pharmacies masterlist
@daily-vitamin-ena
@daily-airimomoi-vitamins -> arg/horror elements !
@daily-vitamin-emu
@dailyvitamin-sakitenma -> arg/horror elements !
@daily-vitamin-honami -> arg/horror elements !
@daily-vitamin-kanade -> arg/horror elements !
@daily-vitamin-mafuyu
@mizuki-vitamins-daily
@daily-vitamin-an -> arg/horror elements !
@daily-vitamin-tsukasa
@vitamin-ichika
@akikasa-daily-dose
@daily-nightamins-at-25-00
@daily-vitamin-rui
@daily-vitamin-shizuku
@daily-vitamin-haruka
@daily-vitamin-akito -> arg/horror elements !
@the-nene-pharmacy
@daily-vitamin-nene
@daily-vitamin-minori
@daily-kohane-vitamins -> not horror but often interacts with horror/arg blogs !
@daily-vitamin-mmj-rin
@daily-vitamin-len -> arg/horror elements !
@daily-vitaminori
@daily-vitamin-touya -> arg/horror elements !
@daily-polysho-vitamins -> former arg blog, not anymore !
@daily-vitamin-shiho -> arg/horror elements !
@daily-sekai-luka-vitamins
@daily-vitamin-vbs
@vitamin-samo-chan
@daily-kaito-vitamin
@sekai-meiko-vitamins-everyday -> arg/horror elements !
@evilmafumomvitamins
@daily-miku-vitamins -> arg/horror elements !
@daily-vitamin-leoneed
@daily-mafuemu-vitamins
@daily-vitamin-mizuena
@daily-kanaena-vitamins
@daily-vitamin-ken
@the-best-daily-dose-of-vita-rui
@daily-kanamafu-vitamins
@dailydose-of-kazemaru -> arg/horror elements !
@daily-mafuena-vitamins
@daily-mizuki-vitamins
@daily-sekai-rin-vitamins
@daily-vitamin-sucrose
@daily-vitamin-tenma-siblings
@izumo-saki-vitamins -> arg/horror elements !
@semi-daily-vitamin-soyo -> arg/horror elements !
@robo-nene-vitamins
@moremore-vitamins
@pjsk-sidecharacters-pharmacy
water
@daily-miku-water
@daily-mafuyu-water
@daily-mizuki-water
@meikowater -> arg/horror elements !
@daily-kohane-water
unpharmacy mentions ><
@pharmacity-weekly
@untitled-vitamin
@roariescorner
jesus there are birds
@vitaenabirb
@vitairi-birb
important!! policy on shipping
with the addition of our first ship pharmacy (akikasa pharm) i want lots of my followers to understand my policy on ships.
i want you guys to respect the pairings that people ship (unless it’s illegal or a proship or incest obviously) and i would really prefer arguments and conflict over ships not to happen at this pharmacy. i don’t have a huge otp, and with a cast as big as prosekai i understand lots of pairings and why they’re shipped.
i don’t want these pharmacies to start having wars with each other!!! we’re bound together in culthood that should remain unbroken (/joke about the cult thing, but i really am enjoying this community.) thank you everyone!!
lore??
freddy fazbear / fnaf
chemical x / failed ena prototype (vitamin akito)
The Anarchy
otome kaibou imposter ena
vitamin ena day 16 massacre
neighboring pharmacies’ horror lores (they scare me)
omori
bear anon
vampire anon
𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂
shanti
ant invasion (unresolved)
@roariescorner
more to come probably!!
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Ultimate Incest Tournament - Round 4
Propaganda under the cut:
Gerard/Mikey:
Vocalist and bassist respectively of my chemical romance. they are insanely codependent (describing themselves as the same person just different heights etc). gerard has also licked mikeys nipple onstage. good times
Gerard is decidedly super abnormal about mikey. he has written many songs about him that are always adjacent to straight up love songs. he has also been explicitly sexual with him (giving him a pantomime handjob, caressing his chest, saying he looks like a hooker etc etc) while also constantly babying him. theyre codependent and they finish each others sentences and theyre in ickydisgusting brotherlove❤️❤️❤️❤️
Grew up together as the outsiders in their New Jersey town and spent their teenhoods together in a musty basement. Mikey learned to walk by running after Gerard and face-planting. Gerard drew comics for Mikey and told him stories. They went to a Smashing Pumpkins concert together and decided that being in a band is what they wanted out of life. Mikey learned the bass because Gerard was in bands and he wanted to join. Gerard called up Mikey after witnessing 9/11 and told him they're gonna start a band. Everything they do is together, they love each other. And isn't it so much fun to turn that incest?
Mikey Way wrote a comic where the main character, who looks like him from the black parade era, gets a woman pregnant. Which isn't incestuous on its own, but she looks like the female version of Gerard Way from the black parade era. Love is love or something
Dave/Rose:
Daverose blondetwin sweep because they were codependent without ever meeting from growing up seeing each other in their dreams
What does it mean to be an abused teenage boy growing up alone and seeing a girl in your dreams every night who is also your best friend. and when you finally meet her you go on a suicide mission together even though nobody was asking you to die with her. and then you are the only two human beings left in the recognizable universe on a cold meteor surrounded by aliens but you’re glad it’s with her. and when you finally touch the girl from your childhood dreams she looks exactly like you. because she’s your sister
I don't have words for how good these snarky assholes are together. DaveRose is brain chemistry changing. They both put up so many fronts, and engage in so much snarky wordplay, and are constantly trying to get under each other's facade. They play off each other so well, witty and sharp, I need them to be together always
We all die & we all die alone are the two cold truths of the universe but dave and rose broke both simultaneously by ascending to godhood together
Their twincest wins because it is just so confusingly tragic? profound? dave leaving rose behind in a doomed world, dave following her to the bomb. they are both so closed & cut off & curt its hard to imagine the depth of these things. but that is their love language: giving up their lives for each other over and over, in a confusing and fumbling and heartfelt love song. i can’t say i love you but i know we’ll die together anyway. because we’re made of the exact same stuff. i’ll find you again at the last moment. that’s love.
THEY DIED TOGETHER, YOUR HONOR
Confirmed canon by the author, (something happened) between them. Parallels of dying by each other's sides in EVERY timeline. They are THE womb-to-tomb. There is nothing platonic about winking at your brother while talking about crushes, that shit is incestuous. Seer/Knight archetype. They will die protecting each other.
do you realize love someone if you don’t follow them on a suicide mission into the gaping maw of a literal fucking sun after they knock you out and psychoanalyze you in your dreams? the blueprint of the “ethereal androgynous blonde boygirl twins” trope. witch/knight dynamics. they find each other to die together in every timeline no matter what (but they’re still emotionally constipated teenagers who bicker and make fun of each other in pesterchum). kids with grown-up powers. perfect little freaks of nature. what if we looked exactly like each other’s eyes
#tournament polls#tumblr polls#incest poll#round 4#gerard/mikey#waycest#daverose#dersecest#mcr#homestuck#tw incest
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The Winter Sun (2)
2. No man's land
MASTERLIST
Pairing: Cregan Stark x Fem!Targaryen Reader
Warnings: Death of characters, cursing, medieval and asoif customs, bullying, arrasment, kiss stealing, incest (c’mon is HotD), minor on minor violence, minors engaging in sexual activities, minors drinking wine, might miss some warnings
Wordcount: 3.3k
Notes: I’m running out of ideas for meet-cutes between Cregan and reader! haha and reasons for poor Cregan to travel two whole ass months to be in King’s landing. Anyways I want to say that in the White Dragon I was a stickler for the timelines and history… but here? nah, forget it! My story, my timeline, my rulezzzzz
Turns out Aemond didn’t take well to be told to fuck off
Your scalp still burned because of how hard he pulled your hair. You actually cried, he made you cry. You had never cried because of his teasing and bullying before, but now? you were tired of it, tired and angry.
When you turned around and he still had your silver braid locked in his hand, and he saw your tears, he froze. He fucking froze on his place. He released you almost immediately, and you couldn’t take it anymore and you slapped him across the face as hard as you could, as hard his face turned to the side.
“Don’t ever touch me again!”, you threatened, and turned to leave.
As you were leaving the hallway, Steffon Mangold, a King’s guard sworn to you, appeared
“Princess, i’m very sorry, I lost you”
“I was hiding Ser, don’t feel bad”, you explained, sniffing, you didn’t want him to see you
“You are crying Princess”, he muttered sadly
“I’m very sorry”, you said
“You don’t have to be sorry, next time, I will tell him to stop, I will stop him”
“It’s fine”, you interrupted him, with a shy smile, “Tell me, how is your younger sister?”. you changed the subject
“The medicine the maester gave her thanks to you, it really helped her”
“I’m so glad”, you cheered, recuperating your normal, happy self, “could you escort me, I need to dress for tonight”
“Of course princess”
It was almost like a game, to watch all those lords and ladies play “the young wolf”, to have a moment alone with him, they all wanted him for themselves, for their daughters, Cregan Stark was beginning to be the most eligible bachelor of the seven Kingdoms.
And he did not seem happy about it.
You hid behind the columns of the side of the Throne room while you watched the lords of court hoping to have a moment alone with the infamous Cregan Stark. He should be happy shouldn’t he? but he seemed miserable.
All the ladies blushed when he passed by their side, and it was almost chemical to see the different “tactics” each one tried to gain his attention, some would swoon, others would smile at him, or fan themselves, and other pretended they didn’t even see him while they flipped their long lustrous hairs
But nothing ever worked
The very next day, at the very same hour, you found yourself reading in your tree, and he would find himself underneath it.
“No luck?”, you asked, amused
“I’m starting to think this was a mistake, little dragon”
“Why would that be, mean wolf?”
“Mean?”, he asked, amused
“Why was it a mistake?”, you asked again
“This is some sort of circus”, he muttered
“I’m very sorry the ladies of the south do not please you, M’lord”, you mocked
“That is not it”, he mocked back, “it’s just… sad”, he said
“You will find the one mean wolf, south of the Neck”
“What did the boy have to say to you about yesterday?”, he asked, changing the subject
“I don’t know, I told him to fuck off”, you giggled, and he chuckled, “but I can’t scape him forever, is not that I could leave”, you whispered
“Do you miss your father?”, he asked
“Did you know him?”, you asked
“Briefly”, he muttered, “he helped me when my father died, he counseled me when my uncle tried to take Winterfell away from me”, he said carefully
“Oh”
“He was a good man, and I’m sorry he is gone”, he said firmly
“Thank you, My Lord I do miss him”, there was a comfortable silence, as you played with the pages of your book mindlessly, and again, it fell from your lap, right by his side. You gasped, it was your favorite book, about dragons and their Targaryen riders, starting with Aerion and Karnax, the first ever dragon and rider bonded, and through old Valyria. You had read it thousands of times
“My book!”
“Ups sorry, second time’s the charm, it’s mine now”, he said, picking it up and taking it with him
“No!”, you jumped from the tree, but he was already walking away.
“I’ll give it back the next time we see each other”, he said with a shy smile, and then he turned and left. Under your amused gaze.
Turns out you were right.
After a week of pitiful courting, and chasing, and blushes and rejections, a light showed the way for Cregan Stark
And that light was Alysanne Blackwood.
When she showed up at court all the other ladies gave up, she was some sort of legend, she was feisty, beautiful, and brave, they say she hunted with bow and arrow and had the precision of an eagle in the hunt, and she rode horses as well, she was tall and lean, and had beautiful long curly hair.
The game was pretty much won.
And just like that, Cregan left court with a fiery betrothed. And you were happy for him, happy because when you arrived at your chambers the night he had left, you found a surprise, a book about tales and legends of the North. Inside, it read, “property of the library of Winterfell”, and you smiled widely.
126 AC. Reader is 16 years old
It had been three more years until you even heard of Cregan Stark, apparently, he was a widower again. Alyssane has passed from a fever, and he was started to be known as “the lone wolf”
You lowered your gaze when you heard Uncle Viserys speaking about it, your uncle had also got a fever which he never recovered from. He was sicker by the day, and the maesters had started to exchange concerned looks. The worst part is that everybody knows, the court has once again grown grim.
You would have thought that cousin Rhaenyra would have shown her face, but she didn’t, not until now, not until… The King was bed-bound and Lord Corlys Velaryon suffered from a fatal wound.
So Rhaenyra was summoned to court to discuss who would inherit Driftmark, her son who everybody called a bastard, or… Vaemond Velaryon, Corlys brother.
You were watching Aemond train, with Criston Cole in the courtyard, when the Velaryon entered the game field, they wasted no time in spotting you walking towards you with smiles on their faces, mocking smiles, you caressed the idea in your mind of turning around and running away, but you couldn’t do that, you were now a woman grown.
“Dear aunt, how’ve you grown”, admired Jacaerys, and you only rolled your eyes. He had grown also, he was a young man now, you would even consider him handsome, if he wasn’t such a prick.
“Nice to see you again nephew”, you muttered softly, and smiled at them both, they looked back at you without shame, you were an adult now, a woman grown. Nothing to be ashamed of, but the change was obvious between all of you
“I haven’t seen you since…”
“Driftmark”, you answered, “if you excuse me, nephews, I have a sewing class”, dragonshit, you didn’t, but you ran away either way
“Nephews, have you come to train, or to stare at another man’s things?”, Asked Aemond.
To Aemond, you were his, his thing, his property, his to do as he pleased.
He enjoyed watching you squirm on his grasp, he enjoyed your scared eyes, but above all else, he enjoyed your nervousness around him, he knew that you weren’t oblivious to his advances, you liked to play with him, that is what he thought about you. Three years ago he changed his tactic, he didn't want your tears, he wanted your nervousness, your blushes, your gasps.
So instead of shoving you he started grabbing you, instead of pulling your hair he began to gift you things, things he knew you’d like, books, trinkets bought in the streets of King’s Landing, and flowers. But instead of bringing you joy, these gifts brought you fear. You did not want him, nor his attention, you’d wish you’d disappear to him.
He had never spoken a kind word to you in his life, and now he was giving you presents?
No.
You had designed your life to avoid him, your classes, your teaching with the septas, your time in the dragonpit, everything was made to avoid him, and it had worked to perfection so far.
But as you read in the God’s wood, you felt watched, and when you raised your eyes you saw Daemon Targaryen on the flesh, the Rogue Prince
Your uncle
He was a stranger to you, he had never even spoken to you, every time you saw him, he would look away, you didn’t know why, you didn’t know it hurt him physically to look at you because it was like looking at his brother come again, and he missed him. But you never knew that.
He was looking straight at you and you became so nervous you knew no better than to wave awkwardly at him, he only smirked, and left you alone again.
Weird ass family you were born yourself into.
Court turned sour the day of the hearings, you were instructed, passive-aggressively, you needed to be there, and since you had more acquaintances amongst your cousins that is where you stood. Alicent had suggested you dress in green, but you dismissed her “suggestion”, wearing pink instead, a neutral color, far from any houses.
And you felt eyes on you, you looked across the room and there he was again, Daemon, this time, he nudged Jacaerys, and they both looked at you, and you moved uncomfortably. You had been living in this court and inside this family for six years, why did you still feel like an outsider? Why did you feel like you didn’t belong?
Why the dark comments about bastarcy, the angry looks, the tension, the violence
You didn’t understand it. Nor the need for all of it
Because of the ugly chair?
No
Absolute power.
When Vaemond called Rhaenyra a whore, and your nephews bastards, ande Daemon took his head… you left the throne room, disgusted by the blood and the brains, you couldn’t handle it, you didn’t have the stomach for it
Instead you decided to lurk the hallways, this audience had stopped all life in the castle anyways, no lessons or classes were being held today.
You knew this night the King had invited you to a dinner, hosted to honor Rhaenyra’s visit, and he wanted to gather all of his family, and you thought it was sweet. As you were walking towards the private dining room of the Royal chambers, you accidentally eavesdropped a conversation you shouldn’t have.
“Marrying Jace with Baela is a mistake”, said Daemon
“She is your daughter, and he is my son”, fought Rhaenyra
“Aegon’s daughter…”, he said, “is a better match”
“She holds no real title, no lands…”
“She is his daughter”, he continued, “Aegon’s only child”
“Daemon…”
“You want the greens to have her?”, you wanted to hear no more, and you kept walking.
You wanted nobody to have you, you were not a thing to have, you were a girl of your own
When you arrived at the dining hall, something happened that had never happened before, both Aemond and Jacaerys wanted you to sit among them, and you looked around uncomfortably, wanting to sit everywhere but near them, but that wasn’t possible, you ended up sitting right in the middle of them both.
“So tell me aunt, what have you been up to these past years?”, started Jace, and you smiled fakely
“Well, I've been reading a lot”, you muttered, hiding your disgust in a cup of wine, “and riding Vhaelar”
“Remember when we used to mock you because we thought Vhaelar wasn’t real?”, he giggled, like it was the best time of your life
“I remember vividly”, you answered bitterly, and Aemond right by your side chuckled
“What is so funny uncle?”, asked Jacaerys, already tired of him
“That you think that was some sort of fond memory for her”, he mocked
“Well, we were children and we were bonding…”
“I wouldn't call it that”, said Aemond, and they started passively-aggressively attacking each other all through dinner, on top of that you felt Daemon’s gaze over you again, as he was watching, amused, the interaction between your cousin and nephew
They couldn’t possibly be attacking each other because of you, couldn’t they?
And to make it better, the toasts begin.
First it was Jace, toasting to the fond memories of your youth, and Aemond mumbling against his cup that truly it wasn’t, and then Rhaenyra and Alicent sharing toasts as well, that was kind of nice, so you smiled contently, but as the night went trough, Aemond felt it was time for his own toast
“A last tribute”, he said, raising his cup, “to the health of my nephews, each of them handsome, wise… Strong”
And all hell break loose
“I dare you to say that again”, said Jacaerys, raising from the table, so did Luke
Alicent tried to stop Aemond, but to no avail, he released himself from her grasp, while facing Jacaerys and you almost got caught on the cross fire.
Jace punched Aemond, but he barely moved. You knew how good he was fighting, a punch like that was not going to move him. Aemond only smiled and with a single hand pushed Jacaerys and send him flying on his ass to the ground
And Rhaenyra sent you all to your rooms, and you obliged, even if she wasn’t speaking to you directly.
But as you were walking towards your chamber, Aemond, who had left the room before everyone else, catch up to you
“(Y/N)”, he greeted firmly
“Aemond, the hour is late”, you said tiredly, “you should rest”
“Are you going to go find Jacaerys?”, he asked
“Why would I?”, he grabbed you by your wrist, stopping you, “Aemond”
“You like that bastard more than me?”, he mocked, “me?”
“No!”, you yelped
“Do you?”, he shook you, making you gasp
“No!”, he pushed you against the wall and trapped you with his own body.
“You are mine”, he growled, and you shook your head, “not that bastard’s”
“No! release me!”, you fought with all your might, but Aemond was strong, years and years of training.
He quieted your pleas with his mouth, kissing you. You still shook against him, but he seemed determined, so he tried to immobilize you, grabbing both your wrist with one of his big hands and the other.
He grabbed your hip, roughly, pressing you against the stone. You whimpered when he finally released your mouth.
Your first kiss, stolen.
You whimpered again… tears threatening to come out
“Prince Aemond”, you looked at the end of the hall, to see Ser Steffon there, “the princess asked for release”, he warned, Aemond only chuckled, and released you
“I expect you in my room later”, he said firmly, “or I’ll go to you”
Aemond left, and so did you
“I have to leave”, you cried, “really”, he only nodded. Steffon accompanied you to your room to get things, and then, he escorted you to the Dragonpit.
“People at your old home will be waiting for you”, he whispered as you were walking by his side through the streets of King’s Landing, “you will be safe there, tomorrow, I’ll explain everything to the King and Queen”
“They never believe Aemond grabbed me like that”, you whispered
“So I’ll say you just left for your home”, he said, and you nodded.
And as Rhaenyra departed at the late hours towards Dragonstone again, you found Vhaelar.
Your father’s dragon.
“Hey sweet girl”, you greeted, she cooed at you from her place in the pit, watching you with emotion in her deep golden eyes. “care for a ride?”
She didn’t like to be trapped in the Pit, when you lived with your father she used to hide in caves imbedded in cliffs near the castle, not here, all crowded with other dragons.
You guided her outside, you brought a small bag with a couple of dresses and you were wearing your riding gear. You couldn’t stay here any longer, there is so much Steffon could do to keep Aemond at bay, and your aunt? she won’t do anything to protect you, not even your cousin.
So you rode your dragon in the middle of the night, back to the place your father raised you in, a castle near Runestone.
People that still lived in the castle received you with open arms and in their nightgowns, surprised but happy
“We were waiting for you little princess”, many would say, as they lead you to your childhood bedroom.
Your uncle the King had kept the place running, paying the servants and letting them stay, it was his way of honoring your late father, a brother he loved so much. He had hopes one day that you would come here with your husband, and live it once again.
Even Vhaelar seemed happy to be here, flying over the cliffs you hear her roar happily, you watched her through the window and you saw her white-silvery scales shining under the moonlight.
When you were a girl you used to think she came from the moon itself, and your father, giggling, would never correct you.
You know you couldn’t ran away for ever, the King was going to call you back to King’s Landing, what were you going to do then?, but you had turned sixteen a couple of weeks ago, you were technically of age, you could, demand to stay here.
You were right, a week later a letter arrived, from the King himself, in it he demanded you return to King’s Landing, promising you he was going to control Aemond, and let you come back to your home when you turned eight and ten.
Additional to that, you received a letter from the Queen, who promised Aemond was not going to bother you ever again.
You took one more week to reply, and ended up spending one whole moon in your castle, before you willingly returned to King’s Landing. Your home was your home, but you were the only one living in it, you didn’t like to be alone.
When you came home, Aemond greeted you politely, and then backed away, he still gave you little presents, but that was it, he never touched you again.
But The rumors you heard and what Joanna told you… they were going to betrothed you to him, but the King wouldn’t hear of it, your clock was ticking, to find your own match before it was too late and when your Uncle was gone they were going to make you marry him.
In the far North, Cregan was looking down the hall and its people. His sister Sara by his side, smiling reassuringly up at him.
It had been one year after the death of Alyssane, and all the lords had gathered to hear their concerns.
He was twenty eight, unmarried, without heirs, a widower of not only one, but two wifes
“If I fail to produce an heir, and perish before”, he said firmly, “the seat of Winterfell shall pass to my younger cousin Bran”, he announced, and the lords showed their disappointment, “this is my decision”, and he left the hall, still hearing the complaints and the rushed voices of the lords and ladies of the North.
Sara tried to run to catch up him, she eventually did
“You are not marrying again?”, she asked
“What is the point?”, he asked roughly, “I found love twice and the gods did not seemed me worthy enough to keep it”
“That is not it!”, she said hastily, “Cregan… you will find love again”
“Doubt it”
“What about my dreams? my visions?”, she said
“Sara, unless a beautiful maid comes flying up here, I swear, I’m not looking for a wife again”, he said finally, and kept walking.
Sara just smiled, content.
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Vincent's New Kid Just Dropped CH. 8: Flashback in Deepground Again
Rating: mature
CW: incest
On that day, the handlers arrived with a scientist, right after Nero had eaten his noon ration of nutritional paste. They muzzled him and took him out of his room, without explaining where he was going, which was normal. They never told him anything, or even spoke directly to him, anymore.
The two burly, male handlers and female scientist led him through a maze of corridors and security checkpoints, that would have been dizzying to anyone else, but which Nero quickly recognized as the way to the section where the silver boy lived.
Why would they be going there? Had the silver boy told on him to the scientists, about his roaming around the complex? But…that didn’t make sense. If it was that, they’d just punish him in his own section. So, what reason could they have for bringing him here?
To his further perplexity, they led him directly to the silver boy’s room. Before he had a chance to think any more about it, the scientist scanned her ID to open the door, and the two handlers herded him inside.
Sure enough, the silver boy was standing there, in the center of the room. He was even more dazzling and beautiful, in person, than he’d been through the specter’s vision; shining like a small sun in the relatively bright light, nearly blinding Nero’s sensitive eyes.
“Weiss, this is your maternal half-brother. His name is Nero,” the scientist said, through the door intercom. “As agreed upon, you are granted supervised visitation for one hour, beginning now.”
The handlers unfastened Nero’s muzzle and hastily retreated to join her, outside the thick layer of plexiglass, while he stood frozen, in utter disbelief. What did she mean, brother? It couldn’t be. A vile demon like him couldn’t be this angelic being’s blood relative. It simply wasn’t possible. Was it?
The silver boy approached and smiled down at Nero, with so much warmth and gentleness in his beautiful eyes, that Nero’s heart lurched, and his head began to feel hot and muddled.
“It was you, all along,” he said softly. “I’m Weiss, but you should call me brother. I’m sorry I never got to meet you, before. I asked all the time, but they always said you were too sick. I passed my combat eval with zero faults this time, and I earned the right to have one special request granted. I used it to finally meet you. Wh—what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”
Outside the door, the scientist looked up from her notes, and immediately lost her professional composure. “Holy shit, he’s crying! He’s fucking crying! This has never happened before! I have to inform Dr. Nishida, do not let anyone go in there!”
With that, she ran off, leaving the bemused handlers standing guard in the hall.
“Don’t cry, brother,” Weiss soothed, meanwhile, wrapping his arms around the much smaller, skinnier child. “It’s ok. We’re together, now. Everything will be ok.”
Nero had no idea why water was leaking from his eyes, when no one had sprayed anything into them, nor why his throat felt like it was closing, without having been gassed with some chemical agent. He only knew that he was suddenly being squeezed tightly by his silver angel.
He struggled for a moment, in his confusion and alarm, but Weiss was so strong, and it felt so good to be held. Gradually, by cautious degrees, he surrendered, and let himself go slack against the other boy’s warm, solid body.
Then all at once, the dam burst, and a raging torrent of emotion surged up and erupted from some hidden place inside him. His scrawny body shook in Weiss’ big arms, racked by deep, visceral sobs, his black fingernails clawing at the other boy’s white clothes, while he wept like he would die from grief.
Weiss didn’t let go, even when his shirt was soaked through with tears. He sat down on the floor, holding little Nero in his lap, kissing and petting his silky, black hair. Telling him it would be ok. That they were together, now, and he didn’t have to be sad, anymore. After a long while, utterly overwhelmed, Nero passed out in his brother’s arms.
The Shinra scientists observed the entire scene through the closed-circuit feed, so as not to disrupt the subjects. This was the biggest thing that had happened in Deepground in years. They weren’t about to incur Director Hojo’s wrath by interfering.
Why was a six-year-old child having a crying fit such a momentous event? As far as they were concerned, Nero was not a child. He was the extremely important (and wildly expensive) experimental subject they’d been forced to write off as a failure and little better than braindead.
Now, he had suddenly acted in an extraordinary way, and was displaying a behavior of which he’d been previously deemed incapable. It was equivalent to a mouse in a researcher’s maze standing on its hind legs and beginning to recite poetry.
Understandably, they were all abuzz with scientific fervor (and with the prospect of research grants and acknowledgement from the Director). There were multiple, frantic meetings that day, and a lot of heated debate about next steps, but ultimately, it was all just opinion and conjecture. Director Hojo had the final say.
Before long, he sent instructions (via his assistant), stating that since exposure to the elder brother had produced such a marked effect on the younger brother, this interaction should now be prioritized, above all other planned test parameters. So it was decided that arrangements should be made for the two brothers to begin sharing a room, permanently.
Under the hostile gaze of the eight-year-old Weiss, who was still cradling his unconscious little brother in his arms, and glared at them, as if daring them to try and take the boy away, several scientists came to explain the situation.
Once Weiss understood and agreed (which was necessary because he was fucking terrifying), handlers entered the room to rearrange furniture and add another small bed. Nero had no personal belongings, aside from several grey jumpsuits, some sets of plain, white underclothing, and a toothbrush. With the transfer of those few things, the subjects were now living together.
When everyone had gone away again, Weiss shook Nero gently awake. His eyes were puffy and his long, black eyelashes were stuck together with dried tears. He stirred, rubbing them blearily, and looked up at his silver angel.
Then, to the chagrin of the detractors, and the rather smug delight of the proponents, the cohabitation plan immediately bore fruit. Nero, at six years old, spoke his first word aloud. It was ‘brother’.
“Yes, it’s me, brother. You’re finally awake,” Weiss laughed, hardly able to contain his excitement. “You’ll never guess what happened, while you were sleeping!”
Soon after, the handlers came to deliver their supper. Weiss was confused by Nero’s meal, of a nutritional paste ration and glucose/electrolyte beverage, and Nero was even more confused by Weiss’ meal, of a dense sab of high-efficiency protein loaf, and what appeared to be a pile of wet plants.
He’d never seen cooked vegetables in person, before, and he couldn’t begin to guess what was the opaque, white liquid in the other boy’s drinking cup.
Of course, Weiss was eager to share his food, and made Nero taste everything, laughing delightedly at his disgusted grimace, when he tried the vegetables, and encouraging him to drink the rest of the milk, which he clearly liked.
One of the male handlers returned midway through the meal, and delivered another full glass of milk, for Weiss, whose minimum daily caloric intake was strictly enforced. Before he left, he took something out of his uniform pocket and put it into Weiss’ hand, with a wink.
Nero frowned at the strange interaction, but Weiss laughed at his brother’s suspicious expression (Nero was beginning to wonder if he simply laughed at everything) and opened his palm, showing him what appeared to be two little balls of red glass, wrapped in clear cellophane.
“Candy,” he said. “Have you ever had any? Here. Don’t chew it up, you could hurt your teeth. You’re supposed to suck on it, so it lasts longer.”
Nero did as Weiss did and unwrapped the little ball, then put it into his mouth. There was a beat or two, while Nero rolled the thing dubiously around on his tongue, then his expression changed, and his crimson eyes went wide and starry.
He’d never tasted something so wonderful, in all his six years of life. It was intensely sweet and tart, and the flavor was like nothing he’d ever experienced. It reminded him vaguely of the scent that came from the shiny, pink grease one of the female scientists had on her lips, sometimes, but that was the closest comparison he had.
“It’s cherry,” Weiss informed him. “My favorite is lemon, but this is pretty good too. You like it?”
Nero nodded dazedly, fully absorbed in sucking on his candy, which was dissolving at what he considered to be a tragic speed. When it was gone, he was heartbroken, and was only consoled when Weiss assured him that Zahir brought candy all the time, and certainly would again.
“What are these marks?” Weiss asked curiously, when they undressed to bathe.
Nero’s ash-white, matchstick thin body was covered from wrists to neck to ankles, with strange, inky-black patterns, like tattoos, except for the fact that they shifted and writhed on his skin, as if they were alive.
He looked at his brother, whose skin was all golden-ivory, flawlessly smooth, without a single blemish or mark, anywhere on him, and shrank into himself, suddenly ashamed of the ugliness of his own body. “Th—they’re from the darkness. I was born with them.”
“Wow. I wish I had some, too,” Weiss sighed wistfully, tracing the thorny pattern on Nero’s upper arm, with his fingertips. “They’re beautiful.”
Nero’s neck and cheeks got hot, like he had a fever, and he lowered his eyes shyly. “They are?”
“Mn, I really like them,” Weiss nodded. “They look mysterious and dangerous. Like you’re a snake or a tiger.”
As he said so, thin, purple tendrils snaked out from the black marks, and coiled around his fingers. Nero winced, preparing himself for horror or repulsion, but Weiss only laughed.
“Good to see you guys again, too,” he said, playfully tugging at them. “Come on, little brother. I’ll help you wash your back, then you help wash mine, ok?”
Nero hadn’t been touched so much in all his life, put together, as Weiss touched him during that one day; hugging him repeatedly, taking his hand to play idly with his fingers, while he talked to him, and petting his head. And now scrubbing his back with a washcloth, rubbing shampoo into his hair and then carefully rinsing it, so it wouldn’t get into his eyes.
It triggered all sorts of chemical responses in Nero’s brain, and made him feel drowsy and euphoric, in a way he’d only felt after the darkness had consumed several people at once.
After their shower, Weiss sat behind Nero on the bed and dried his hair with a towel, chatting the entire time, about all the things he had to do every day, how much weight he could lift, how fast the scientists said he was growing, compared to normal children, et cetera.
Nero’s dopamine-drunk mind was completely bewildered by the vast difference in their lives. Unless the big people were dragging him to a lab, to stick diodes all over his body and inject things into him, or dunk him in tanks of tainted mako, he was left entirely alone, with a few picture books and an outdated data pad, for company.
Weiss, it seemed, was being actively trained, every day, in battle strategy and various forms of combat. His time was strictly regimented, and he was cared for by an entire team of dedicated instructors, handlers, and medical specialists.
He was clearly quite proud of his achievements, and seemed to enjoy his training very much. Nero didn’t say it, so as not to hurt the boy’s feelings, but he thought he’d much prefer being left alone, to all that constant activity and unrelenting scrutiny.
By this time, he was yawning and visibly drooping, despite having slept so much today. Weiss declared that it was time for lights out, and cheerfully disregarding the second bed that had been placed in the room, pulled Nero into his own, and wrapped him up in his big, warm arms.
“I’m so glad we’re together now, brother,” he said softly, stroking the smaller boy’s pale cheek with his fingertips. “I’ll never let anyone keep us apart, again. I’ll take care of you, from now on. I’ll always take care of you.”
Thus, these two young children became the sole source of comfort to one another, in their hellish prison full of callous, uncaring adults. When Nero would jolt awake in a cold sweat, clawing his skin, trying to tear phantom tubes out of his malnourished little body, Weiss would would hold him tightly and press kisses to his face, whispering soothing words, till he was calm again.
When Weiss would return from training, exhausted and battered, covered in bruises and bloody gashes, Nero would help him bathe and massage his sore muscles, and carefully apply ointment to his wounds.
When Nero would be wheeled back to their room, after ‘treatment’ sessions, ash-grey and sick to death, and could do nothing but shiver on the bathroom floor, vomiting purple bile into the toilet, Weiss would sit by his side and comfort him, till the nausea passed.
The two boys wouldn’t sleep without one another, so they shared a bed, from the first night onward. As they got bigger, it grew more cramped, and yet even years later, they still slept in each other’s arms, every night, jet black and snow white hair tumbled together on the pillow, and their legs entwined.
“I can feel the darkness, in your mind,” Weiss said one night, while they were lying in bed, facing one another. “Why do you try to hide it from me?”
“Because I’m bad,” Nero blurted out. “I—I’m not good like you. I’m a monster. I’m full of evil and Chaos, and I’m afraid if you know about what’s inside me, you won’t—”
“That I won’t love you, anymore?”
Nero swallowed hard and nodded, casting his eyes down. But Weiss put a finger under his chin and lifted it, making him look into his face.
“There is nothing inside you, that could ever make me love you less,” he said, directly into Nero’s mind. “Nero. You are my whole heart. You are my reason for living. Your darkness is part of who you are. It’s not wrong or bad. It’s beautiful and perfect, just like you. It makes you strong, so embrace it. Let it sharpen your teeth and harden your bones, turn your muscles and sinews to steel.”
“But I killed her,” Nero replied, through their link, as tears trickled from his eyes. “I killed our mother. My darkness swallowed her up, right after I was born.”
Weiss’ silver eyes flashed. “The woman who gave birth to us was one of them. She was never our mother. Do you think she would have loved us, or cared for us, if she lived? We were nothing to her but experiments. Just like we are to the rest of them.”
“You…you don’t hate me for killing her?”
“Never. I could never hate you, brother. Kill everyone in the world, if you want to, I will be there by your side. Even if you killed me, I’d love you, with my last breath. That woman got what she deserved, and so will they all. We will bide our time and grow strong, and one day, we will rise up and destroy the ones who have hurt us. We will kill them all. Gut them, crush them, tear them apart and feed them to the darkness. Together.” He smiled and laid a hand on Nero's cheek. “You know I can’t do anything without you.”
Nero felt a dizzying thrill of adoration, as Weiss spoke in this way he’d never heard him speak before. He’d had no idea all of his brother’s good-natured tractability was put on, for the sake of those constantly watching. He’d had no idea good, pure Weiss was cunning and deceptive, and as full of rage and hatred, as he was.
As gently as he could, he reached out with his darkness, to touch his brother. Weiss opened himself up and let Nero inside, without reservation, without fear, loving and trusting unconditionally. In that moment, their hearts and souls became truly united.
From that day forward, Nero never hid his mind from his brother again. The very thing he had been taught to hate about himself had become a source of satisfaction and pride, for him—and would eventually become a source of immense trepidation, for the Shinra people.
The scientists, meanwhile, were elated with the results of the cohabitation scheme. As it turned out, far from being mentally deficient, the younger child was highly intelligent and articulate, when the muzzle was off, and already spoke in fully constructed sentences—but only to his brother.
He was still generally non-responsive with handlers and scientists. Rather than staring blankly into oblivion like before, however, his eyes were on Weiss. Always on Weiss.
Their chief consolation in this was that, so long as Weiss was with him, Nero was generally stable and cooperative. So much so that in the following months, mortality rates for staff in Deepground dipped to nearly zero.
However, their growing dependency on one another also meant it was becoming increasingly difficult to separate the twins, so for the time being, it was decided that Nero would be sent to combat training, with Weiss. No one expected much to come of it.
That was the second time Nero stunned them all. His speed and reflexes were astounding, despite his looking so anemic and consumptive, and his ability to rapidly master various weapons and combat styles was only second to Weiss. His instinct for brutality, and his calm, calculated ruthlessness were absolutely chilling. Like a natural born predator.
In addition, his darkness, which they had only seen him use reflexively, before, he now began learning to manipulate, consciously. As his control grew by leaps and bounds, it became clearer and clearer just how dangerous this little demon really was.
Weiss was terrifyingly strong, and adept with any weapon you put in his hands, but his brother was a force of nature, akin to a sentient airborne toxin, that could wipe out a platoon of soldiers before they even knew what hit them.
It was commonly said among the staff, in those days, that the twins were equally deadly, but if you could choose, it’d be better to be killed by Weiss, because you’d at least know how you died.
Apart from their rigorous training in skills relevant to combat and tradecraft, the boys were raised almost like animals. No one taught them anything about sin or morality, or social conformity. There were only compliance and disobedience. Otherwise, the Shinra people didn’t care about anything they did.
When they lay in bed at night, clinging to one another for comfort, and kissing each other’s faces and lips, it was the purest, most innocent expression of love. There was no one to tell them it was not.
When their kisses grew deeper, and their tongues slipped past their teeth to find each other, when Nero caressed his brother’s beautiful body, and his own warmed with aching desire, there was no one to tell him to feel guilty. That it was wrong and shameful. That one couldn’t love one’s brother that way.
Not that he’d have cared if they had. He loved his brother, and his brother loved him. That was all that mattered. Weiss was all he had in the world.
“Uh…is that ok?” a newly transferred junior researcher said, frowning at the feed from the cell, where the two adolescent boys were lying in bed together, kissing and entangling their naked bodies.
The senior researcher looked up from his terminal. “Hm? Oh. Yeah, they do that a lot. If it bothers you, just turn off the monitor, till they’re done.”
“But shouldn’t we, like…put a stop to it?”
“Tch. Yeah, go ahead. It’s your funeral,” the senior snorted. “Seriously, though. It will literally be your funeral. Nothing good comes of trying to get between the twins. It’s best to just steer clear and let them do their thing.”
The junior looked unconvinced. “But, I mean. They’re blood-related brothers.”
“They’re both boys, so who cares?” the senior shrugged. “Not like one of ‘em can get knocked up. It won’t be an issue for very much longer, anyway.”
“Why?”
“Well, Nero’s way too dangerous and volatile, but Weiss is going to be used for the Director’s breeding program. Once he gets a taste of the real thing, I doubt he’ll be interested in messing around with his little brother, anymore.”
“Right. I wonder how well that’ll go over with little brother,” the junior muttered, as he switched off the monitor.
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