#oc thoughts rattling in my head as i'm cleaning as usual

[sheyshen]

Was thinking about wol kids a bit this morning and played with all grown up versions a little. I had already played with blair before (einar's adopted daughter, who's later also adopted by aymeric)

so today i tried putting together a little something for bella (minus her third eye) and baby wilred. (vincent and gaius's daughter and raya and thancred's son respectively)

[eyes-talks-ocs]

For @whumptober2021 - Day 6 - "Bruises and Touch Starved. "

(I know I'm a few days late for this one, but I started it on the 6th...) 

Setting? Takes place in my "Teeth" project. (Just a quick info dump on Teeth, the characters are mythology creatures that can shift to and from human. They're human 90% of the time. Thought I'd mention that in case I pick up any new readers from this event. When I refer to a character by their creature, more than likely they're still in their human form. The characters can also partially shift to gain traits of their creature form, ex: claws, teeth, tail, ext. Just wanted to mention for clarity for anyone who reads these prompts.) 

OCs: Dustin (cockatrice). Cole (western dragon). Isaac (eastern dragon). 

As usual with "Teeth". Reader Discretion is advised. Contains: Violence, restraint/captivity, and other sensitive/uncomfortable scenes.

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Cole was off to do his evening round. He knew the Master had already done his business. Now it was just time to clean up after it. He gave Dustin some quiet time to rest awhile before bugging him. The kid always worried what he'd stumble into unwittingly. Although he'd check on Dustin multiple times a day. Every time he cracked open that door, he worried it would be the time Master went too far. 

He readied himself at the door front. Cool metal met his hand as he pushed it open and quietly entered. The room was eerie as always. Painfully quiet, except for the dragging of metal on cement and the low warning growls that came from the creature in the corner of the otherwise dead room. 

This time, it was dead silent. No stirring or rattling of chains. No growling or bluffs to try and get whoever it was to leave him alone. Just silence. 

"You okay?" Cole called out to Dustin. Who was nestled in the corner, curled, and sitting in a half assed ball with his head hung low. 

He simply acknowledged Cole with a quick glance, and nothing more. 

The young dragon sighed. He wondered what Isaac did to him this time. Lord only knows. Dustin seemed to be getting more and more muzzled by the day. More timid. His spirit was far from being broken. But maybe he was starting to realize that all the fight in the world, wouldn't help him out here. 

"Hey bud." Cole cooed cautiously. He approached Dustin, studying him and taking mental note of any new injuries and marks. He had more bruising on his sides. Deep red welts that would soon turn shades of purple from being caned. These were a majority of the normal marks left on him after confrontations with the Master. Those and various cuts from claws being racked across his skin. 

Dustin barely made the effort to show he was paying any attention to the kid. He just shrugged off Cole's attempts at interacting with him. 

"It seems you're learning." Cole sighed, then went over to fill his ice cream pail with water from the spicket on the opposite wall. 

"Learning what, exactly?" Dustin spoke finally. 

"Compliance. I guess. You're not giving me a hard time right now." He came back and began to soak his rag. 

"I just want to sleep." He said quietly. 

"Just give me a few minutes, and then you can." Cole noted the depressed tone of voice. It really wasn't like him. The sunken nature wasn't something he'd seen of Dustin. The guy was a spit fire. To see and hear him this shut down was alarming to Cole. 

Cole wrung the water out of the rag then went to start cleaning and looking closer at Dustin's new wounds. "What did he want today?" Cole tried to make small talk. 

Dustin tensed at the cold water when the kid brought the rag to his side. But eased into it. It felt good against his aching ribs. "He's still hell bent trying to figure out who I am." 

"Well. Who are you?" Cole asked curiously. 

"If truth be told. I'm not really anyone important. Just some wanderer looking for a place to be to try and live quietly." Dustin grimaced when the dragon ran a hand over a particularly sore spot. 

"If it doesn't matter, then why are you so protective over who knows your name. It's just a name." Cole shrugged, not seeing the logic. 

"There's a lot connected to that name." 

"So, you are important or whatever you want to call it." Cole poked. 

"Your master will see it as some sort of prized jewel, probably. If he learns who I am. Or rather, who I was. To me. It's just a fucking burden I don't need anymore." Dustin said, then slouched more into his corner. Resting his cheek against the wall, and turning away from Cole. "That, or he'll just kill me. I can't gauge what he'll do." 

"What is your full name? If you don't mind me asking?" Cole paused to study him. 

Dustin turned back to look at Cole with sad eyes. "The King. That's all you need to know." He huffed. That sound in his voice. He seemed almost ashamed of what he just said. The kid could see it. Could see that he didn't want anything to do with that title. 

Cole nodded. "Okay" he said quietly under his breath. It was clear that Dustin wanted the topic to be dropped. 

It was awkward between the two. Although they didn't know one another very well, and Dustin being at the captive end of the situation. The two would usually exchange small chit chat back and forth to keep time from stagnating. 

But it was silent. 

Cole spent his time slowly. Cautiously cleaning the dried blood and dirt away from his newest gashes. All while checking up on the others from previous endeavors. Dustin, being withdrawn, looked too deep in thought to really notice or mind what the young dragon was doing. He just sat there and blankly stared off. 

Cole could sense there was a lot on Dustin's mind. Worry? Panic? Anxiety? Whatever it was, the guy was trying to hide it the best he could. But Cole, being the sensitive empath he was, could pick it up. 

The dragon stood and went to dump the dirty water. When he came back, he picked up the tan heavy blanket from the floor. Without asking or seeing if he actually wanted it, Cole draped it over the curled man's shoulders as a soft gesture to him. 

The blanket startled Dustin for a split moment, snapping him back to the present. But once he did so, he shifted and drew a relieved breath as he snuggled his face into. 

Seeing his ease, Cole knelt down and wrapped his arms around Dustin. Instantly Dustin shot up and went rigid. Much to his broken rib's disliking. He gasped at the pain, then tried to pull away from the kid, but he wouldn't let go. 

"What are you doing?" Dustin let out a low growl with his words. 

"Just shut up." Cole hugged him tighter. Dustin tried protesting. He squirmed and let out angry huffs from behind bored teeth. But the kid wouldn't let go of him. 

Dustin sat braced against the kid, but he soon started to relax. The gentle warmth offered solace in the cold dingy prison. Instead of away, he leaned into Cole and rested his head against his shoulder. And just - breathed. 

He closed his eyes and just breathed. 

Slow. Easy. Calm.

"There we go." Cole whispered and gently stroked the man's back as he eased and rested his body into him. "That's all I wanted you to do. Just relax." 

Dustin snuggled in close to Cole. Cole smiled with content, he wanted Dustin to see that he is a friend here. To not be guarded in his presence. He can trust him. 

Cole stayed there and held Dustin for a little while. Until he could feel the creature's breaths slow and the weight of his body started getting heavier for Cole to support. 

"Alright, time to lay you down." Cole mumbled and started to slip out and away from Dustin. 

Dustin woke up to the kid getting ready to be on his way. "Please don't leave me." His voice was like a whimper. 

Cole froze at that plea. It broke the kid's heart. "I have to go Dustin. I'm sorry." He knelt back down and covered Dustin better with his blanket. "I'll be back sometime soon. Relax and go back to sleep. You need it." 

[madsmikkelsenschesthair]

I’m sorry... ch.4 (Final chapter unless I decide there’s an epilogue)

A/N: woooo! Finally chapter of this mini series! I want to write an epilogue but uh...I don’t think I will since after this it will just be OC. Anywho, thank you so much for reading!!!

Warnings: traumatic birth, violence, death, angst, fluff

Pairings: General Hux x Reader and Kylo Ren x Reader

Y/N sighed as she looked out the window into the world beyond her. She was alone in her and Kylo's quarters; only the sound of the refrigerator could be heard and the wind outside rattling the windows. She was watching the world outside to pass the time, what else could she do? Armitage had sent her to her quarters and wouldn't explain why.

"Just stay there until either I or Ren come get you" he said. His face was paler than usual and he looked afraid. Terrified. What was going on?

And where was her husband?

Ben.

Y/N looked around the room, alarmed her eyes wide with fear looking at the door as if Ben was going to come bursting through the door at any moment. A kick coming from her womb broke silenced her thoughts, she looked down at her swollen belly and caressed it.

"I know," she whispered "I miss him too but I don't know where he is little one." The baby kicked again then three more times, moving inside her. She suddenly felt a jolt of pain coming from her abdomen, it caught her by surprise and she jumped slightly at this. Y/N frowned and the pain returned again this time more intense, she gripped her hands to the window seal when she felt warmth rushing down her legs. Y/N lifted her dress and a big puddle of fluid lay on the floor. Another pain seized her this time more intense than the last two. She did her best to keep her breaths even as she looked around for her husband's data pad.

"Oh gods please help me!" She rummaged through his things on the coffee table scattering books and papers on to the floor. Tears blurred her sight as she practically tore the place apart. Another contraction hit her much harder dropping her to her knees, she placed a hand on her belly and cried out in pain. This pain was worse than menstrual cramps, a thousands times worse it felt like she was being ripped in half. Where was he when she needed him?! She screamed again louder, loud enough for someone to hear her. Anyone. She could already feel the child practically ripping her in half.

During Rey and Kylo's fight against the guards, Armitage managed to escape the scene unharmed. He was leaving for good and taking Y/N back to her father in the Resistance. He didn't care if he was going to be arrested; Ren had other plans now and Y/N seemed to not be part of them. When he arrived at her quarters he was about to knock on the door when he heard a scream coming from the other side.

It was her.

He punched in the code to open the door and the sight before him nearly made the Great General Armitage Hux break. Y/N was covered from the waist down in her own blood, hunched over the sofa, a puddle of blood oozed around her. It looked like a murder scene to him. When she saw him she started to cry. He immediately went to her and cupped her face with his hands, "Don't speak my love, don't speak, everything is going to be alright" he kissed her cheek lovingly. He noticed tears were in her eyes, her breathing slowing down.

"just take me to the medical center, Tij. I'm dying..." she whispered between gasps. Armitage swallowed back a sob and picked her up bridal style and carried her away to the medical center. He didn't notice the bloody trail left behind.

"Push love you're almost there!"

Y/N screamed in agony as the pain inside her spread through her like wildfire but she pushed anyways. Armitage held her hand and watched in horror as the bedsheets underneath her went from a snow white color to a crimson hell. Her beautiful peach dress was soiled in the angry red color and her dear face was damp with sweat. Y/N gripped the hospital bed as she pushed as hard as she could before flopping back on the bed still screaming. Blood dripped out of her like a faucet. She was hemorrhaging badly. Armitage tried hard not to cringe at her pain but he couldn't help it, the love of his life was in agony and he couldn't do anything about it. The droid at the other end couldn't do anything either but wait for the baby to come out.

It was just her and her pain.

Y/N gave one finally scream when the droid was holding something. Something red and slimy with kicking feet. And a small voice that opened up to a wail. A tiny, tiny voice. While the baby was being cleaned up, Armitage could see it was a boy. A wave of relief washed over him, it was finally over and Y/N would return to her father with her son beside her. The baby boy was wrapped in the softest wool blanket he had ever seen and taken to his mother.

The droid handed the baby over to Armitage, who gladly took it and lowered the child so a dying Y/N could see. He had a head full of black hair and Armitage could already tell he was Kylo Ren's exact copy.

"It's a fine boy" he said in a low tone, "Pick a name for him, love."

Her voice was barely audible now. Her weakness was taking over but she managed a small smile at her son. "Kes. Kes Han Solo" she said. Armitage was confused at this, "Solo? No Ren?"

"Promise me," she whispered fiercely holding on to the baby's tiny hand, "Promise me my son won't be raised to be like my husband."

Tears started to form in his eyes. She continued, "Promise me my son won't be raised in the hands on the First Order. In the hands of Kylo Ren." He stroked her hair softly her, soothing her during her final moments.

"I promise, my love. I promise you."

Her eyes were pleading, "Take me back to my father. Tell him I love him and I'm sorry for all the pain I've caused" Hux's bottom lip trembled but he refused to let go of his tears.

"Take my son to my father Tij...."

The darkness was finally taking her, "Tij...there's still good in him..." she looked at her son one last time with a weak smile on her lips and closed her eyes forever. This time he didn't stop the tears from coming. They rolled down his face and on to hers; even in her death she looked so beautiful. He knew she had found peace in her eternal slumber; nothing hurt anymore, her heart was no longer broken by the man she once loved, no more worries. Sobs shook his entire body, a scream built up in his throats and he let it out. He lost her for good now.

Everything he did was for her and he didn't understand why fate had to take her away. She was so young and beautiful then she birthed his enemy's son.

He looked down at the baby; it was mewling away in his arms. Remembering his father, Hux knew Rose was right; her son couldn't be raised in the hands of the First Order. She wanted a different story for him, a different life. A place where he wouldn't be raised in the dark side or an angry man. She was right and he was keeping her promise.

The door to the labor room hissed open and he could hear Ren come in. His back was turned to him, Kylo couldn't see his wife's body but he could see the bloody pool surrounding Hux's boots.

"Where is she General?" His voice was full of suspicion.

He didn't answer instead he was crying silently.

"Hux..." Kylo said and stepped closer to him "Where is my wife?" Instead of answering he stepped away from her body.

Kylo lost it; he ran to her almost slipping in the blood on the floor. "My love..." he choked "my love please wake up....please wake up I'm here now" he started to cry, loudly. Loud enough for the entire medical center to hear him. "Wake up and tell me you're not leaving me...please don't me leave me I can't do this on my own, please" Hux didn't say anything but watched as his rival lost his sanity. Kylo screamed into the night, he took out his light saber igniting it and began to tear the room apart sending red angry sparks everywhere. To Hux, this was pathetic. He lost the girl he truly loved and begged for her attention only for her focus to be placed on a man that hardly looked at her anymore. Kylo knew that he was the reason she was no longer alive and he couldn't do anything but cradle her body and cry. Cry like he never did before.

Hux noticed Rey watching the entire scene go on before her and he stepped outside with the baby still in his arms. There was a moment of silence between them. He was sure that she had never imagined the great Kylo Ren to loose his mind; he had to admit neither did he.

"Her son's name is Kes" he said in a cracked tone, "Kes Han Solo Dameron. Named after his great grandfather and grandfather." Rey's gaze turned to the little bundle in his arms and walked closer to him. She held out her arms and he gladly gave her the baby. "She said she didn't want him to be raised in the hands of Kylo or the First Order. She wanted me to take her body and son to her father in the Resistance..." Rey rocked the baby in her arms never taking her eyes off him, "I'll take them. They'll be in safe hands." Hux gave a curtly nod and looked back at Kylo; he was no longer crying but rocking his wife's body back and forth like a mother putting her child to sleep.

No parent has to see their child's dead body. Every father imagines his daughter lowering his body to the grave not the other way around. When Rey first arrived to the Resistance base, the first thing Poe noticed was his grandchild and after a brief happy reunion he looked behind Rey looking for his daughter. Waiting for her to come out of the Falcon but the look on Rey said it all. He cried, fell to his knees and cursed the gods; he felt guilty for treating her so badly after her mother died. But Rey told him what Hux wanted him to know, that she forgave him and that she was sorry for leaving and causing him great pain. This made him cry even more. To have her body brought back to him was a great relief; he no longer had to wonder where was she buried or where were her ashes thrown. His daughter's funeral was beautiful; there were blue roses everywhere, she was wearing a light teal green dress with chiffon lace, her long h/c hair loose with white flowers on it. That day was warm and sunny to Poe it was perfect; he didn't want his only daughter to be buried on a rainy day adding more gloom to her funeral. Y/N was buried on a hill somewhere, under a fruit tree, with the sun and clouds above her and the rain to wash her clean. It was perfect. Poe was beyond happy when he learned his daughter named his grandson after his father and her father in law, refusing the surname "Ren". Leia, Rey, Rose Tico and Finn all promised he wasn't raising little Kes alone; that he had them.

-15 years later-

Kes Solo sadly watched the snow fall down on to his mother's grave. It had been fifteen long years since her death.

"Here lies Y/N Y/M/N Dameron. Granddaughter, daughter, wife and mother. May the Force be with you" he read aloud. The wind blew and he could almost feel his mother's hand caressing his cheek. He came to see her almost every day since as long as he could remember, always bringing her flowers or a peach because he was told that was her favorite fruit. This time he brought her hot chocolate to fight against the cold winter afternoon. Through the Force he sensed his papa walking towards him. Before he could speak Kes said, "He's not my father you know," he was referring to Kylo. Poe sighed defeatedly but Kes continued to speak, "I don't have 'Ren' at the end of my name. It's Solo Dameron; son of Ben Solo and Y/N Dameron not Kylo Ren." Over the years Kes, grew an intense hatred towards his father, bowing to kill him for ruining his mother and killing his grandfather and many innocent lives to stay in the Dark Side. He was often told he looked like his father which to he replied that he had no father; that he died when his mother died. Ben Solo was no more and he wasn't going to accept Kylo Ren into his life.

Poe rested a hand on his grandson's shoulder, "So do you want to be a Jedi like your mother and father?" Kes shrugged, “Maybe. Uncle Luke says I’m already a pro but I also want to become a pilot like you or a General like my grandma. And when I do I'm going to bring peace and justice to the galaxy like it's supposed to be." Poe smiled softly at his grandson and ruffled his hair, "You remind me of your mom, Kes."

The boy looked down at his mother, "She was beautiful wasn't she? And kind..." he muttered. Poe nodded agreeing with Kes, "Yes she was pal. Now," he patted Kes's shoulder and said "let's go home kid. Grandma Leia invited us over for dinner." Kes nodded and his grandfather began to walk away, leaving him alone once again. Through the trees and the snow, standing a few yards away from his mother’s grave was the man himself. Kes sensed him staring but he ignored him. The boy knew Kylo wanted talk to talk to him, Kes wanted nothing to do with that man. He kissed his mother’s grave one last time and ran after his grandpa.

Somewhere above the clouds and into the galaxy, Kylo watched his son through holograms. His heart shattered every time Kes refused him through the Force bond they shared. Locking the door in his face or running away from him as soon as he spotted him. Hux watched him, satisfaction running through his veins.

"You deserve it. You deserve being torn apart by your own blood" he sneered at Kylo.

The Supreme Leader huffed and said, "You were a damn fool to listen to her. I should be training my son...at least a piece of his mother would still be with me."

"Yes, but I think this is the reason why she wanted a better life for him. Your boy doesn't even want to talk to you, he's aware of who you are and what you've done." Hux earned a glare from Kylo. The Supreme Leader turned his attention back to the hologram this time Hux joined him. They both watched the boy train with his mother's white lightsaber breaking a vase in the process. Both men chuckled.

"He looks like you Ren" Hux said quietly. Kylo sighed and nodded, "Yes but he has her spirit" he was referring to Y/N.

"That fire inside him...isn't mine. This fire is more intense, stronger, bolder than mine. His light will never die. It's the spark of it all."

Kes was now being scolded by his grandmama for breaking the vase. She pointed a finger at him angrily while he cleaned up his mess. His dark curls covered his face so Kylo wouldn't see. He did that often knowing his father was watching and didn't want him to his disgruntled face.

"He'll have to forgive me one day..."

Maybe he would but for now, Kylo would do everything to bring his son back.

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