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Of Gods and Men (destiny)

This is Dune/GOT/HOTD/FAB/ASOIAF crossover AU that you've voted for. If you always wanted to see House Targaryen in space, I got you. Please note how some of the lore of both universes is bent to blend in both worlds. This is my original idea that I've been cooking for at least two years. Be gentle with my work, and enjoy the ride.

- Summary: House Targaryen survives their ancient exile after being overthrown by House Corrino and the Bene Gesserit. Fleeing to the unknown planet Albiron, the Targaryens build a hidden civilization powered by drakaon crystals, reviving their dragons and creating advanced technology. Millennia later, whispers of their survival begin to surface as the Bene Gesserit confront a mysterious Red Woman on Arrakis, who warns of a coming Prince That Was Promised destined to challenge their control. The Targaryens secretly prepare to return, ready to reclaim their legacy.

- Paring: reader!Daenys Targaryen/Leto Atredies

- Note: For more details about House Targaryen and their technology, please check out the masterlist.

- Rating: Mature 16+

- Previous part: the path

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @alyssa-dayne @oxymakestheworldgoround

- A/N: This is the last part of the book I: of gods and men. I'm not sure when I will start posting the book II: children of valyria (or if it will be posted here at all). I will be leaving this part of the schedule open for something else, for now.

Leto moved swiftly through the larger passageway, following the path Vexiae had taken. The walls were slick and uneven, but the sound of chaos ahead pushed him forward. He could hear the dragon’s deep growls and the terrified shouts of Harkonnen soldiers, followed by the unmistakable sounds of metal clashing and flesh being torn apart.

As he approached, the passage widened into a chamber where the remnants of a Harkonnen squad were scattered in pieces. Vexiae was a blur of red scales and fury, her claws slashing through the soldiers who dared to stand in her way. Blood sprayed across the rocky floor as she decimated the squad, her wrath unstoppable. Her massive form twisted and lashed out with terrifying precision, leaving none alive.

Leto stopped in his tracks, watching in awe and horror as Vexiae crawled up the walls of the chamber, disappearing into another passageway high above. Her roar echoed through the cavern, but Leto knew he couldn’t follow her any further. She was too far ahead now, and the path she had taken was one he couldn’t climb.

Breathing heavily, Leto crouched behind a large rock, listening intently. The soldiers were no longer a threat, but something caught his attention—the faint sound of voices from a nearby tunnel. His pulse quickened as he strained to hear, focusing on the muffled conversation.

"...keep the Targaryen girl down there," one soldier said, his voice anxious. "Baron’s orders. No one goes near her except Feyd-Rautha."

"She’s more trouble than she’s worth," another voice muttered. "Should’ve killed her when we had the chance."

Leto clenched his fists, anger surging through him. So, you were being held deeper in the caverns, under the watch of Feyd-Rautha himself. His teeth ground together as he thought of what they might be doing to you. The thought of you, bound and hurt, filled him with fury. He couldn’t allow this to continue any longer.

With a quiet determination, Leto moved toward the tunnel where the voices had come from. He had the information he needed now—he knew where you were. All that was left was to get to you before Feyd-Rautha carried out whatever twisted plans he had in mind.

You were close, and Leto swore to himself that he wouldn’t leave without you.

Feyd-Rautha stormed into your cell, his face twisted in fury. His footsteps echoed ominously against the cold stone floor, and the door slammed shut behind him with a metallic clang. His eyes blazed with anger, his frustration barely contained as he paced back and forth like a predator searching for a victim.

"You think this is funny?" he growled, turning to face you. "Your dragon is loose, tearing through my men, destroying everything we’ve built here."

You leaned against the rough stone wall, bruised and aching, but you couldn’t help the smirk that tugged at your lips. "I warned you. Dragons aren’t pets. They don’t take orders from lesser men like you."

His eyes narrowed at your words, and you saw the flash of hatred cross his face. In two quick strides, he was standing over you, his hand raised. The sting of his slap landed hard across your cheek, snapping your head to the side. You tasted blood in your mouth but didn’t flinch.

"You insolent bitch," Feyd hissed. "I could have killed you before. But the Baron... he still has use for you."

You slowly turned your head to face him, your gaze defiant. "Do your worst, Feyd. You’ll never control Vexiae. Dragons don’t bow to cowards who hide behind chains and whips."

Feyd’s lip curled into a snarl, and he grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back as he leaned down, his face inches from yours. "You think you’re untouchable, don’t you? You think just because that beast is out there, you’re safe?"

His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. "I don’t need your dragon to break you. I’ll make you wish you’d never crossed me."

You stared into his eyes, refusing to show fear. "I’ll never obey you. And you’ll never break me."

His grip tightened painfully, and he slammed your head back against the wall. "We’ll see about that. If you don’t call off that dragon, I’ll make sure you watch as I torture her, as I burn your precious Vexiae alive, piece by piece."

You clenched your jaw, the pain sharp but nothing compared to the rage building inside you. "Vexiae will never bow to you. And neither will I."

Feyd’s face darkened with fury. He released your hair and slapped you again, harder this time, sending a sharp jolt of pain through your face. "You will learn, Daenys. One way or another, you will learn."

He stepped back, breathing heavily as he tried to regain control of himself. His hand twitched as if he was tempted to strike you again, but he held back, a cruel smile creeping onto his lips instead. "No matter. Soon enough, you’ll beg me to stop. And when you do, I’ll have everything I need."

You glared at him, hatred burning in your eyes. "You’ll never break me, Feyd. You’re a coward. Nothing more."

Feyd’s smile faded, and the cold, calculating look returned to his eyes. "We’ll see how brave you are when you have nothing left." He turned sharply and stormed out of the cell, leaving you bound and alone.

The door slammed shut behind him, the echo of his threats hanging in the air, but you weren’t afraid. Vexiae was still out there, and you could feel her presence, her rage mirroring your own. You wouldn’t give in to Feyd-Rautha’s cruelty. You would fight, just as your dragon was fighting for you. And somehow, you would survive this.

Leto was out there. You believed that. He would come for you. And together, you would make the Harkonnens pay.

Leto crouched in the shadows of a narrow passage, watching as Feyd-Rautha stormed out of one of the adjacent hallways, his face twisted in anger. The Harkonnen heir was furious, barking orders to the guards and soldiers who scrambled around him. His words were clear: recapture the dragon, by any means necessary.

"You idiots! I want that beast chained down now!" Feyd snarled, shoving one of his men aside. "Find it before it tears this place apart!"

Leto’s heart pounded in his chest as he listened. Vexiae was still out there, still causing chaos. But you were nowhere to be seen. His stomach clenched as he imagined what Feyd had done to you, what he was planning.

But there was no time to dwell on the possibilities. Leto knew that this was his moment. He needed to get closer, to find the holding cells where you were being kept. He could see the group of guards stationed near a side corridor, heavily armed and alert, likely guarding the cells Feyd had just left.

A plan quickly formed in his mind. If he wanted to get to you, he couldn’t sneak past them. He needed to cause a distraction, something that would throw them off completely. And there was only one thing that would leave these Harkonnen soldiers more stunned than anything else: the sight of the Atreides Duke walking into their base alone.

With a deep breath, Leto stepped out of the shadows, his posture casual but deliberate. His eyes flicked toward the guards, and a mocking smile tugged at his lips. He had to play this right. They needed to see him as vulnerable—alone and defeated.

"Well, well," Leto called out, his voice echoing through the corridor. "It seems I’ve wandered a bit too far, hasn’t it? Thought I’d come see what all the fuss was about."

The guards froze, their eyes widening in shock as they recognized him. One of them barked out a curse, immediately raising his weapon. "The Duke! How did you—"

Leto raised his hands in mock surrender, taking a few slow steps toward them. "Easy now. No need to get all excited. It’s just me, after all."

The confusion was clear on their faces, and that was exactly what Leto wanted. They hadn’t expected to see the Duke of Atreides here, alone, in the heart of their hidden base. They had no idea what to make of it.

"What are you doing here, Atreides?" one of the guards growled, his weapon still trained on Leto. "Where are your men?"

Leto smirked, maintaining his calm demeanor. "Oh, they’re around. But I figured I’d come alone to make things easier. You know, personal surrender and all that. Thought it’d be the polite thing to do."

The guards exchanged glances, uncertain. One of them reached for his comm device, clearly intending to call for reinforcements. Leto’s sharp gaze caught the movement, and he knew he had to act quickly before they realized this was no surrender at all.

"You want to know something interesting?" Leto said, stepping closer as if he was about to divulge a secret. "You might want to keep an eye on that comm device."

The guard paused, confused, as he glanced down at the device in his hand. That was the opening Leto needed.

In a flash, Leto lunged forward, grabbing the guard’s wrist and twisting it sharply. The weapon clattered to the ground as the guard yelped in pain. Before the others could react, Leto spun the guard around, using him as a shield, and swiftly disarmed another.

Chaos erupted as the remaining guards scrambled to respond, but Leto was faster. He took down the second guard with a swift punch to the throat, sending him crumpling to the ground.

Now armed, Leto aimed the stolen weapon at the remaining guards, his expression deadly serious. "I suggest you tell me where the holding cells are. Now."

The guards hesitated, clearly realizing they were outmatched. One of them, trembling, pointed toward the corridor Feyd had emerged from. "Down that hall... second left. That’s where she is."

Leto’s heart raced, and without another word, he knocked the guard unconscious and began his way down the corridor toward you. His mind was focused, sharp.

Gurney adjusted the straps on his stillsuit as the desert winds kicked up the sand around him. His eyes scanned the horizon, narrowing as he noticed the sudden shift in the Harkonnen troops’ movements. They were becoming erratic, almost desperate. Something had changed.

His hand went to the comm link at his side, and he tuned it to Duncan’s frequency. "Idaho," Gurney called into the device, his voice steady despite the rising tension. "You seeing what I’m seeing?"

A crackle of static buzzed in his ear before Duncan’s voice came through. "Yeah, Gurney. Harkonnen attacks are getting sloppy, like they’re panicking. We haven’t seen this kind of behavior from them before."

Gurney nodded to himself, watching as Atreides forces managed to repel another disorganized assault from the Harkonnens. "They’re desperate. Whatever’s happening on their end, it’s big. You think it’s got something to do with Leto and the operation in the caverns?"

"Could be," Duncan replied after a moment, his tone thoughtful. "Or maybe they know something we don’t. Have you heard anything from the Duke?"

"Not yet." Gurney glanced down at his comm again, a wave of unease creeping up his spine. "I haven’t been able to raise him. He’s off comms for now."

The desert winds howled louder as another Harkonnen skirmish group charged toward them. Gurney’s hand instinctively went to the hilt of his weapon, but his mind remained focused on the bigger picture. "We need to push them back, Idaho. I’m thinking whatever’s got them so riled up, it’s connected to what’s happening in the caverns."

Duncan’s voice crackled back over the comm, decisive. "Agreed. We’ll hold our ground here, but we need to stay sharp. If they’re this frantic, they might try something reckless."

"Understood," Gurney replied, his gaze hardening. "Keep me posted. I’ll try to get through to the Duke again. Gurney out."

He cut the comm link and turned back to the Atreides troops under his command. "Form up!" he barked, his voice cutting through the desert noise. "Stay sharp and keep pushing them back! Something’s got these Harkonnens rattled, and we’re going to make sure they keep running."

The soldiers around him tightened their formation, readying themselves for the next wave. Gurney’s mind, however, remained on Leto and Daenys. Whatever was happening in the caverns was the key to this sudden change in the Harkonnen strategy, and until he knew more, he would fight like hell to protect the Duke’s interests and ensure their survival.

Leto hurried down the corridor, his pulse quickening with each step. The guard’s directions echoed in his mind—down the hall, second left. He could feel his heart pounding, not from the exertion, but from the thought of finding you, hoping you were still alive, hoping Feyd-Rautha hadn’t gone too far. His breath was ragged, the weight of his weapon steady in his hands as he rounded the corner.

The holding cells came into view, a heavy metal door reinforced with a locking mechanism controlled by a panel on the wall. Leto didn’t hesitate. His eyes quickly scanned the area for any remaining guards. There were none in sight, and the narrow hallway felt eerily quiet.

His gaze fell on the control panel beside the door. It was complicated, no doubt designed to prevent any unwanted visitors from freeing the prisoners inside. But Leto had no time for finesse. His hand reached for the hilt of his blade, and with a swift motion, he drove the weapon into the panel’s circuitry. Sparks flew as the panel sputtered, the lights flickering on the door’s control interface.

He slammed his fist against the damaged panel for good measure, and the door hissed as its internal mechanisms unlocked. The metal barrier slowly creaked open, revealing the small, dimly lit room beyond.

And there you were.

You were slumped against the wall, bound at the wrists, your head hanging low as if you were barely conscious. Bruises marred your skin, evidence of the torture Feyd-Rautha had inflicted on you, but your chest still rose and fell with shallow breaths. You were alive.

Relief washed over Leto like a tidal wave, and he rushed to your side. "Daenys..." he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

At the sound of his voice, your head lifted weakly, and your eyes fluttered open. When you saw him, there was a flash of recognition, and something else—relief, hope.

"Leto..." you rasped, your voice barely audible.

Without wasting another moment, Leto knelt beside you, his hands moving to untie the bonds that held you captive. His touch was gentle but urgent, his eyes searching your face for any sign of how badly you’d been hurt.

"Hold on," he said, his voice low but filled with determination. "I’m getting you out of here."

The ropes fell away, and as soon as your hands were free, you slumped forward, but Leto caught you, pulling you close to him. He could feel how weak you were, your body trembling from the pain and exhaustion, but there was still a fire in your eyes—a stubborn refusal to give in, the same strength that had drawn him to you in the first place.

"You came for me," you whispered, your voice barely above a breath, but the gratitude in your tone was unmistakable.

Leto's grip tightened as he helped you to your feet, his arm steadying you as you swayed. "Of course I did. I told you I’d never let them take you from me."

He pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with yours for a moment, and in that shared look, a silent understanding passed between you. There would be time for more later, but now, you needed to get out of here.

"Can you walk?" Leto asked, his voice soft but urgent.

You nodded, though your legs were shaky, the weight of your injuries evident in every strained movement. "I’ll manage."

Leto looped his arm around your waist, helping you find your balance. "Good. We don’t have much time."

As the two of you moved toward the door, Leto cast one last glance around the small cell, making sure nothing had been left behind.

With you leaning on him for support, Leto led the way into the hallway, his weapon ready, his mind already calculating the best way out. He wasn’t leaving without you, and now that you were free, nothing—no one—would stop him from getting you both out of this hellhole.

Feyd-Rautha had made a grave mistake by taking you. Now, Leto would make sure he paid for it.

Leto guided you carefully through the narrow passageway, his hand firmly on your waist, supporting you as you moved through the dimly lit cavern. The adrenaline of the escape still pulsed through his veins, but now that he had found you, now that you were together again, a sense of relief washed over him. He led you into a secluded area between the cavern walls, a temporary safe space hidden from the Harkonnen troops still scouring the caves.

Once inside, he helped you sit down on a smooth rock formation, his gaze filled with concern as he crouched down next to you. The silence of the cavern surrounded you both, offering a momentary reprieve from the chaos outside.

"Are you alright?" Leto asked softly, his hand brushing a strand of hair away from your face. His touch was gentle, but his eyes searched your face for any sign of pain or discomfort. "They didn’t—hurt you too much?"

You managed a tired smile, even though your body still ached from the ordeal. "I’ve been through worse, believe me," you whispered, though the reassurance in your tone didn’t entirely mask the exhaustion in your voice.

Leto’s expression softened, and without thinking, he leaned in and kissed you gently. It was a kiss filled with relief, with the gratitude of having found you alive and whole. His lips lingered on yours for a moment longer than intended, as if savoring the fact that you were here, with him, after everything.

When he pulled back, his hand cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin. "I thought I’d lost you," he admitted, his voice raw with emotion. "When I heard what they’d done—when I couldn’t find you—I was ready to tear this whole place apart to get you back."

Your heart ached at his words, and you reached up to touch his hand, grounding him with your presence. "I knew you would come for me," you whispered, your voice laced with a quiet confidence. "I never doubted it."

The corners of Leto’s mouth lifted slightly, a trace of a smile forming. He leaned his forehead against yours, closing his eyes for a brief moment of peace in this madness. "I don’t deserve you," he murmured, his breath warm against your skin.

You shook your head, your fingers tightening around his hand. "Don’t say that. We’re in this together."

For a few stolen moments, the world outside the cavern didn’t exist. It was just the two of you, safe in each other’s arms, letting the affection and love you shared provide a balm to the horrors of the battle still raging on.

Leto’s arms encircled you, pulling you close as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. You felt the weight of his exhaustion too, the toll that this war and these battles had taken on him. You stroked his hair gently, allowing him this rare vulnerability in your presence.

But as much as you wanted to stay in this moment, you both knew it couldn’t last.

Leto reluctantly pulled back, his eyes locking with yours. "We need to keep moving," he said, though his voice was laced with hesitation, not wanting to leave this brief respite. "We have to get you out of here before Feyd-Rautha or his men find us."

You nodded in agreement, though your hand lingered in his. "I’m ready when you are," you replied softly, your eyes never leaving his.

For one last moment, Leto leaned in, kissing you again—this time with a fierce, protective passion. Then, he stood and offered you his hand, helping you to your feet.

"We’ll make it out of here," he promised, his voice resolute as he took your hand firmly in his. "I swear it."

Leto led you carefully through the winding tunnels, his grip firm on your hand as you both moved toward the cavern hangars. The sounds of engines echoed faintly, and Leto’s sharp eyes spotted the last of the Harkonnen Ornithopters preparing to take off. Relief was within reach—an escape. But before either of you could make a move, a cold, mocking voice echoed through the chamber.

“Well, well,” Feyd-Rautha’s voice slithered through the darkness as he stepped out from the shadows, flanked by his men. "Look who we have here. The noble Duke of Atreides himself."

Leto’s posture stiffened, and his grip on your hand tightened. He moved slightly in front of you, shielding you from Feyd-Rautha’s predatory gaze. His expression was calm, but the tension in his muscles told you he was ready for whatever was about to unfold.

"Here I am," Leto said, his voice steady, full of quiet resolve. "Here I remain."

Feyd-Rautha chuckled darkly, circling slightly as his men fanned out around you both, cutting off any potential escape routes. His eyes glinted with malicious glee, like a predator who had finally cornered his prey. "It seems you’ve made a habit of surviving things you shouldn’t have, Duke," he said, his lips curling into a sneer. "But this time, there’s no dragon to save you. Just you and me, and a lot of pain."

Leto stood tall, his eyes locked on Feyd’s. "I’ve faced worse than you, Harkonnen."

Feyd’s sneer deepened. "Then let’s see how well you fare with me." He raised his voice, loud enough for everyone in the cavern to hear. "Kanly!" Feyd declared, invoking the ancient feud between their Houses. He was issuing an official challenge—a duel, one that would determine the fate of both men. "It’s time for you to die, Duke. This ends now."

You felt your heart drop as Feyd-Rautha called for the duel. This wasn’t just a fight; it was a death sentence if Leto lost. But the look on Leto’s face was one of calm acceptance, as if he had been expecting this confrontation all along.

Leto turned slightly toward you, his hand brushing yours gently. His eyes softened for a brief moment, a silent exchange passing between you. You knew he wouldn’t back down. Not now. Not ever.

"I’ll handle this," he said quietly to you, his voice full of conviction. "Stay back. I won’t let him touch you."

You nodded, though the fear for him twisted in your stomach. You trusted him, but Feyd-Rautha was unpredictable, dangerous. Still, you took a step back, giving Leto the space he needed, but ready to act if things went wrong.

Feyd smirked, already moving to draw his blade. "Come then, Duke. Let’s finish this once and for all."

Leto’s expression remained stoic as he unsheathed his own blade, a curved, finely made weapon gifted to him by House Targaryen—a blade forged with Valyrian steel. He took a fighting stance, and you could see the measured determination in every movement.

The two men began circling each other, their eyes locked in a battle of wills before the first strike was even thrown.

Feyd-Rautha lunged forward, his blade flashing in the dim light, but Leto was faster, sidestepping the blow and delivering a counterstrike that caught Feyd off guard. The two clashed, steel meeting steel with a sharp ring, echoing through the cavern.

Feyd was quick, vicious, but Leto was precise. Every movement was calculated, controlled, while Feyd fought with fury and aggression. Their blades danced in a deadly rhythm, neither giving ground easily. You watched, heart pounding, as Leto fought with everything he had, never faltering, never backing down.

"You’re slower than I expected," Feyd taunted, his blade scraping against Leto’s. "All that time spent chasing dragons made you soft, Duke."

Leto didn’t respond, his focus entirely on the fight, every fiber of his being centered on bringing this to an end. Feyd lunged again, but this time Leto anticipated the move, sidestepping just enough to deliver a powerful strike that sent Feyd stumbling back.

Blood trickled from a cut on Feyd’s arm, and his sneer faded into a scowl of rage. He attacked again, more erratically this time, but Leto remained calm, deflecting each strike with measured precision.

You could see the tides turning, the careful strategy Leto had employed starting to wear down his opponent. Feyd was growing desperate, his attacks more reckless, while Leto continued to fight with a quiet, deadly grace.

And then, in a swift, fluid movement, Leto disarmed Feyd, sending the Harkonnen blade clattering to the ground. Feyd staggered back, eyes wide with shock and rage, but Leto didn’t hesitate. He held his blade to Feyd’s throat, the point pressing against the skin.

"It’s over," Leto said, his voice low and firm. "Yield."

Feyd’s chest heaved with fury, but he knew he had lost. There was no escape now.

For a brief moment, it seemed as though Feyd would concede, but then his eyes flickered with something darker, more dangerous. You saw it too, and your body shivered. Something wasn’t right.

But before either of you could react, Feyd-Rautha grinned, a sick, twisted grin. "It’s never over, Atreides," he spat, his hand darting toward something hidden in his sleeve.

"Leto!" you shouted, warning him just in time.

Leto saw the movement and reacted instinctively, twisting Feyd’s arm and knocking the hidden weapon—a small, poisoned blade—out of his grasp. With one final strike, Leto incapacitated him, sending Feyd crumpling to the ground, unconscious but alive.

Leto exhaled, stepping back, his chest rising and falling with the effort of the fight. He looked back at you, and you rushed forward, relief flooding your veins as you met his gaze.

"It’s over," he said again, this time to you, his voice softer.

You nodded, your hand reaching out to touch his arm. "For now," you replied quietly.

Feyd's men hesitated, uncertainty flickering across their faces as they took in the sight of their fallen leader. They exchanged nervous glances, their hands tightening on their weapons, but none made a move toward you or Leto.

Then, with a deafening roar, Vexiae appeared.

The massive dragon burst into the chamber from the upper passage, her enormous wings folding back as she descended, her amber eyes glowing with fury. The ground shook beneath her weight as she landed, her sharp talons digging into the rock, and her head lowered, the primal growl rumbling deep from her throat. The Harkonnen soldiers scattered in terror, retreating from the sight of the enraged beast.

With one swift motion, Vexiae lashed out, her claws tearing through the ranks of the soldiers as if they were nothing more than paper. The men screamed in panic, scrambling to get away, but it was too late. Vexiae's powerful jaws clamped down on the remaining guards, her wrath swift and brutal. The ground trembled beneath her, the very air vibrating with the ferocity of her attack.

You stepped forward, raising a hand as Vexiae let out another roar, preparing to finish off the remaining enemies. "Vexiae!" your voice rang out clear and steady, cutting through the chaos. The dragon paused, her head swiveling toward you, her eyes softening at your command. "It’s over now."

Vexiae let out a low growl, her fiery eyes locking with yours for a moment. She knew you were safe, and her protective instincts began to ebb. You stepped closer, your hand gently resting on her snout as you calmed her. "You’ve done enough," you whispered, stroking the scales along her jaw. "Go now. Leave. We’ll be fine."

The dragon huffed softly, her breath warm against your skin, and for a moment, she lingered, reluctant to leave your side. But after another reassuring glance, she spread her wings and lifted off, her massive frame rising above the ground with a grace that belied her size. The wind from her wings buffeted the cavern, sending dust and debris flying as she flew off into the open desert sky.

Leto watched in awe as Vexiae disappeared from view, the dragon’s majestic form silhouetted against the stars. "I’m starting to understand more every day why they call you dragonlords," he muttered, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips.

You smiled, though the weight of the moment still hung between you. "We should go before more of them arrive.

Leto nodded, his hand finding yours as you both turned toward the waiting Ornithopter at the far end of the hangar. The bulky Harkonnen craft was your only way out of this labyrinth of caverns and danger. You moved quickly, slipping into the cockpit as Leto took the pilot’s seat, the controls lighting up under his hands.

As the Ornithopter lifted off the ground, you both looked back toward the cavern. Just as you gained altitude, a low rumble echoed from deep within the tunnels. The ground shook violently, and cracks snaked up the walls of the cavern. You exchanged a glance with Leto, your heart pounding in your chest.

Vexiae’s massive frame had triggered something, perhaps weakening the already unstable structure of the caverns. The ceiling began to crumble, large chunks of rock falling into the chamber below. Within seconds, the entire Harkonnen base was collapsing in on itself, consumed by the very earth it had sought to hide within.

Leto pushed the throttle forward, the Ornithopter speeding up just as the last of the caverns caved in, sealing the base in a tomb of rock and dust. You looked down through the window as the base was swallowed whole, the remnants of Feyd’s forces buried beneath the weight of their defeat.

"That was close," Leto muttered, his grip tightening on the controls.

You leaned back in your seat, your eyes lingering on the horizon as the desert stretched out before you. "Too close," you agreed softly, your mind already turning to what would come next. But for now, you had escape

As the Ornithopter cut through the desert winds, Leto’s tense posture began to ease. His hands relaxed slightly on the controls, though his eyes remained sharp, scanning the horizon for any remaining threats. After a long moment of silence, he allowed himself a small, exhausted smile.

“We deserve a vacation after this,” he jested, turning his gaze toward you. “I promised to take you somewhere special on Caladan. It’s a hidden cove, not far from the capital. The water is the purest blue you’ve ever seen, and the cliffs are dotted with these little caves where we can hide away from the world for a while. No armies. No enemies. Just us.”

You smiled, the idea of it sounding like a dream after all you had been through. The thought of standing with Leto by the sea, with nothing but the waves to worry about, filled you with warmth. “That sounds lovely,” you replied, your voice soft in the hum of the Ornithopter. “I’ve heard much about Caladan’s beauty. I’d love to see this cove of yours.”

Leto glanced at you, his smile widening as he imagined the two of you on the cliffs, the troubles of the galaxy far behind. “We’ll make it happen,” he said. “After this is over, we’ll go. A real escape, just for us.”

You leaned back in your seat, your eyes flicking to the stars outside. “And maybe after that,” you added, “we could visit Albiron. I could show you the place where my people survived, where we rebuilt from nothing. It’s not like anything in the known universe. The jungles are thick, the air rich with minerals… and the sky, Leto. The sky burns red with life. You’d love it.”

Leto’s gaze softened, intrigued by your words. He’d heard of Albiron, of the hidden world where your House had rebuilt itself from the ashes of Valyria, but the idea of seeing it through your eyes stirred something in him. “Albiron,” he mused. “I’d like that. To see where your people found their strength again. And maybe even meet the rest of your dragons.”

You laughed softly at that, imagining Leto surrounded by the beasts you’d grown up with, and for a moment, the future felt bright again, even amidst the turmoil surrounding you both.

As the Ornithopter sailed smoothly through the air, you and Leto exchanged quiet glances, the shared promise of something beyond war and politics hanging between you like a beacon of hope. Caladan. Albiron. A future where both of your worlds could exist together, away from the Emperor, the Sisterhood, and the endless conflicts that had defined your lives.

You turned your gaze back out toward the endless desert below, knowing there were still battles to fight, but for now, there was a promise. One of peace. One of love. A future, if you could claim it together.

And that was worth fighting for.

Gurney stood on the ridge, watching as the Harkonnen Ornithopter cut through the sky, its silhouette unmistakable against the horizon. His hand tightened on the trigger of the plasma cannon, his instincts honed from years of battle urging him to take the shot. "Another one," he muttered, his jaw clenched. "They just don’t give up."

His team stood ready beside him, weapons trained on the incoming Ornithopter, their movements tense and precise. The Harkonnen forces had been relentless, and Gurney had no intention of letting another enemy vanguard slip through their defenses.

"Steady," he called to his men, preparing to give the order to fire.

Just as his finger twitched on the trigger, a crackle came over the comms. At first, it was garbled, indistinct, but then Gurney heard a voice he knew all too well.

“Gurney, hold fire! It’s us!”

Gurney’s heart skipped a beat. He blinked, his hand freezing over the controls as the realization hit him. “Leto?”

The comms crackled again, clearer this time. “It’s Leto, Gurney! It’s me and Daenys. Don’t fire!”

Gurney let out a deep breath, his relief almost palpable as he pulled his hand back from the trigger. “Damn it, Duke. I almost shot you out of the sky.”

From inside the Ornithopter, Leto allowed himself a half-amused smile despite the tension. “I figured as much when I saw you lining up for a shot.”

“Just doing my job,” Gurney replied, his tone lighter now but still edged with the heaviness of the past hours of battle. “We’ve been swatting these Harkonnen flies left and right. Didn’t expect to see you piloting one of their crafts.”

“Long story,” Leto said, his voice steady as he expertly guided the Ornithopter in for a landing, the sand kicking up in small storms beneath the wings. “But we’re alive. Daenys and me.”

Beside him, you allowed yourself a small smile, though your mind was still racing from the narrow escape. Leto glanced at you, the weight of everything they had just gone through still hanging between you. "Gurney," Leto continued over the comms, "we’re coming in for a landing. Let’s regroup."

Gurney lowered his weapon, shaking his head with a mix of relief and exasperation. “You and that lass are going to be the death of me one of these days.”

The Ornithopter touched down with a soft thud on the desert sand, and Leto and you stepped out, both still feeling the adrenaline of the close call. Gurney jogged over, his weathered face stern but relieved as he clapped a hand on Leto’s shoulder.

"You gave me a heart attack, Duke. You too, lass," he said, glancing toward you.

You managed a smirk, still feeling the pulse of battle running through your veins. "Didn’t mean to," you replied, your voice steady but with an edge of fatigue.

Gurney turned his gaze between the two of you, his expression softening for a moment. “Glad you’re both all right.”

Leto nodded, his eyes meeting Gurney’s with a depth of gratitude that words couldn’t quite capture. "Thanks to you for holding the line, Gurney. But we’re not done yet. We’ve got work to finish."

Gurney, ever the loyal soldier, nodded sharply. “Then let’s get back to it.”

As Leto, you, and Gurney walked back toward the command post, the air was filled with the aftermath of battle. The desert sun hung low on the horizon, casting a soft light over the dunes. The winds carried the distant sounds of skirmishes still echoing in the distance, but the immediate area had quieted down significantly.

Gurney walked ahead, his face set in a determined grimace. He turned to Leto, reporting in a low voice, "Duke, something strange is happening. After those last frantic Harkonnen attacks, they’ve started retreating—rapidly. We’re just dealing with a few straggler forces now."

Leto’s brow furrowed as he looked up at the sky, a familiar shadow catching his eye. High above, Vexiae flew, her wings cutting through the desert winds as she soared toward the Targaryen base in the deep desert. Her powerful form seemed to command the very air itself as she disappeared into the distance.

“They’re falling back?” Leto asked, his voice thick with suspicion. “Why? That’s not like them.”

Gurney nodded. “Aye. It's like they’re pulling out suddenly. No real strategy. Just retreating. Maybe it’s the fear of what they’ve stirred up.” He gestured toward the direction where Vexiae had flown, his meaning clear.

You looked up at the sky, watching your dragon disappear toward the base, the weight of the battle and the uncertainty of the situation still hanging over you. But there was something else on your mind, something more personal.

“Leto,” you said, your voice quieter, your gaze shifting from the sky to him. “I need to contact my father. Let him and my brothers know that I’m all right.”

Leto turned to you, his eyes filled with understanding. He placed a hand gently on your arm, the warmth of his touch comforting after the ordeal you'd just gone through. “Of course. They’ll want to know you're safe.”

Gurney, ever watchful, glanced between the two of you, sensing the personal moment but keeping his focus on the task at hand. “I’ll make sure the comms are clear for you,” he offered, moving ahead toward the communications hub to ensure you could reach your family.

You turned back to Leto, your expression softening. "I don’t want them to worry," you added quietly.

Leto gave you a small smile, nodding. “We’ll get the message to them. And once we’ve regrouped, we’ll finish this.”

You nodded, feeling the weight of his words, knowing that the battles ahead would be fought side by side, with both of your Houses united. But for now, you focused on the immediate task—letting your family know that you were safe.

As the Atreides Ornithopter descended toward the stronghold in Arrakeen, the late afternoon sun cast long shadows over the desert landscape. The Atreides stronghold stood tall and imposing, a beacon of stability in the midst of the chaos that had gripped Arrakis. The moment the craft touched down, the ramp lowered, and you and Leto stepped onto the sand.

From the entrance of the stronghold, Aenys Targaryen, your father, appeared first. His usual regal demeanor was cast aside as he rushed forward, his silver hair catching the light as he moved with a surprising speed toward you. His eyes, normally calm and controlled, were filled with uncharacteristic concern.

“Daenys!” he called, his voice betraying the worry he had been holding back. The moment he reached you, he placed his hands on your shoulders, scanning you from head to toe as if reassuring himself that you were truly there, alive and well.

"Father," you greeted, your voice soft but strong, sensing the deep relief in his eyes. The stiffness you hadn't realized you were holding in your chest finally released at his touch.

Aenys exhaled, a small, rare smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "You had me worried, child. When the news reached me of your fall, I—" He stopped, unable to complete the sentence, but you knew what he meant.

"I'm fine, truly," you reassured him, though the weight of everything you'd been through was still fresh in your mind. "And Vexiae... she lives as well."

Aenys nodded, knowing the bond between you and your dragon was just as strong as his with Vexarion. “Good. I’ve already received word of her return to the base.”

Behind him, Hawat stood near the entrance to the stronghold, his keen eyes observing the reunion. The old Mentat gave a quick nod to Leto, a look of relief crossing his sharp features. “Duke,” he greeted Leto formally, though the tension in his shoulders eased. “I’m glad to see you’ve returned safely.”

Leto, still recovering from the weight of what had happened, returned the nod. “It wasn’t easy, but we’re here,” he said, his gaze briefly drifting back toward you.

Aenys, however, remained focused on you. “What do you need?” he asked, his voice firm but gentle.

You turned to him, your voice steady but with an unmistakable urgency. “I want to see my children,” you said, the weight of the battle and everything else momentarily replaced by a singular need—the need to hold your newborns.

Aenys nodded once, understanding completely. "They’re safe. We kept them close while you were gone. Come, I’ll take you to them."

Leto watched you as you walked alongside your father, his expression softening. He knew how much your children meant to you, and after everything you had been through, they were the only thing that could truly bring you peace.

As the three of you made your way inside, Hawat and Gurney followed closely behind, ever watchful.

...

As you made your way toward the nursery, the long corridors of the Atreides stronghold felt strangely quieter than usual. The air still carried the weight of everything that had happened, but here, in this secluded part of the stronghold, there was an almost sacred stillness. Your heart raced in anticipation of seeing your twins—your children, who had been safe while you were away, but whom you longed to hold once again.

You reached the door to the nursery and entered softly, your steps almost silent. Inside, the room was filled with the soft, comforting sound of your children breathing peacefully in their cribs. The twins were swaddled in fine cloth, and the gentle light cast a warm glow over the room. As you approached their cribs, your heart swelled.

The boy, already showing signs of his father's strength, stirred slightly as if sensing your presence. The girl, with features that mirrored your own, remained calm, her tiny chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. You knelt beside them, your hands brushing lightly over their delicate forms, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, you allowed yourself a moment of true peace.

As you gently picked up your son and then your daughter, cradling them in your arms, the world outside seemed distant and irrelevant. This—this was what mattered. They were safe. You were together.

Meanwhile, back in the hall, Leto, Aenys, Gurney, and Hawat stood, the atmosphere between them tense but respectful. Aenys, standing tall and composed, cast a glance toward the door you had just disappeared through. His expression was unreadable for a moment, but then, he turned toward Leto.

“I owe you, Duke,” Aenys said quietly, his voice filled with sincerity but still carrying the weight of his authority. “You brought my daughter back to me safely, despite everything.” His eyes met Leto's, and though they were both men of great power and responsibility, in that moment, Aenys spoke not as the Dragonlord, but as a father.

Leto, still recovering from the ordeal himself, inclined his head, his voice low but steady. “It was a promise I intended to keep, no matter what. Your daughter means everything to me.”

Aenys nodded, appreciating the depth of Leto’s words. “She is Targaryen through and through—strong and stubborn. I see that much more clearly now.” There was a brief flicker of pride in his expression. “But to have a man like you by her side... I am beginning to see the wisdom in her choice.”

Hawat, ever the vigilant Mentat, studied the exchange carefully, noting the subtle shifts in tone and expression. The alliance between House Atreides and House Targaryen had always been a strategic one, but now, it had become something deeper—something more personal.

Gurney, standing nearby, broke the silence with his usual bluntness, though his tone was filled with respect. “She’s one hell of a woman, that’s for sure,” he remarked. “You’re lucky to have her, Duke.”

Leto couldn’t help but smile, his thoughts lingering on you and the children waiting for him in the nursery. “I know.”

Aenys allowed a small, rare smile to form. “As I said, I owe you, Duke. And I never leave a debt unpaid.”

Leto met Aenys’s gaze, the gravity of the situation settling over them once more. “We’ll settle that in time. But for now, I’m just grateful she’s here, and that we have a future to build together.”

Aenys nodded solemnly. “Yes, we do. And that future will be stronger than any empire built on sand.”

...

As you sat quietly in the nursery, the gentle rhythm of little Aenor and Rhaelys’s breaths filling the space, the door creaked open, and Paul stepped inside. His face, though calm as always, carried the weight of something deeper, something final. He moved toward you slowly, his eyes taking in the sight of the twins, his brother and sister, resting peacefully.

You glanced up at him, sensing the heaviness in his presence. “Paul,” you said softly, careful not to disturb the babies. “You’re leaving.”

Paul nodded, his gaze distant yet focused. “Yes... I have to go to Valyria,” he said quietly, the ancient name heavy on his tongue, as though it carried the gravity of his fate. “It’s where my path leads.”

You frowned slightly, your heart tightening at the thought of him embarking on such a journey. “Valyria,” you repeated, your voice filled with both curiosity and concern. “The Red Woman spoke of it, didn’t she?”

Paul gave a faint nod, his eyes not quite meeting yours, as though he were staring into a future only he could see. “Yes. She told me it’s where everything began... and where it must end.” He paused, glancing at the sleeping twins before finally meeting your gaze. “I have no choice. It’s my destiny.”

For a moment, silence hung between you, thick and unspoken, as you absorbed the weight of his words. Then, in a quieter voice, you said, “I’ll miss you, Paul. I’ve always wondered... in another life, on another path, who we might have been to each other.”

Paul’s expression softened, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips, but his eyes still carried that faraway look. “In another path... in another life, we would have been... different,” he said, his voice low and cryptic. “There would have been twins then too... but everyone else... everyone would have been gone. Dead. You... and I...” He trailed off, leaving the rest unsaid, but the weight of what he implied lingered between you like an invisible thread connecting your fates.

The faintest chill ran down your spine as you pondered his words, feeling the echoes of a life unlived, a destiny untaken. But Paul quickly stepped forward, reaching out to place a hand on your shoulder. “This path is different,” he added, his voice steadier. “We’re still here. The people we love... are still here.”

You nodded, offering a small smile, though the ache of saying goodbye tugged at your heart. “I will miss you.”

Paul smiled too, though his was tinged with the bittersweet acceptance of what lay ahead. “We’ll see each other again,” he said, his voice filled with quiet certainty. “Maybe not soon... but we will.”

He stepped back, his hand slowly slipping away, and with one final glance at Aenor and Rhaelys, Paul turned toward the door. Before he left, he stopped, his gaze meeting yours one last time.

“Goodbye,” he said softly, the word carrying more than just a farewell—it was a promise, a thread that stretched beyond this moment, this life.

You watched him go, the door closing softly behind him, and as the quiet returned, you couldn’t help but wonder, once again, about all the paths left untaken. But for now, this was your path—the life you had chosen, the one you had fought for. And no matter where Paul’s journey took him, you believed, deep down, that your fates would cross again.

...

As Paul approached the shuttle, its hull gleaming beneath the Arrakeen sky, the Red Woman stood silently waiting at its entrance. Her presence was as unsettling as ever, her eyes dark and knowing. Not far behind her stood Jessica, her expression stern but softened by an underlying sadness. She was preparing for a farewell she knew would change everything.

Paul’s steps were measured, as though he had already made peace with the path he had chosen. He glanced over his shoulder one last time, his eyes scanning the city he was leaving behind, the city he had grown up in, and the people he had come to know. And then, he heard his father’s voice.

“Paul!”

Leto, with Duncan and Gurney trailing behind him, was hurrying across the courtyard. His call carried with it an urgency and a grief he could barely contain. When he reached his son, he placed a firm hand on Paul’s shoulder, his grip stronger than usual, as if he were trying to hold onto something he knew he couldn’t keep.

“Take care of yourself out there,” Leto said, his voice low and thick with emotion.

Paul looked up at his father, the deep connection between them unspoken but understood. His gaze softened as he gave a small nod, the weight of the moment hanging between them like the desert’s silence.

“I will,” Paul said quietly, before offering a faint smile. “You… take care of her. Of Daenys.”

Leto’s grip on Paul’s shoulder tightened slightly at the mention of you. There was a flicker of something in his eyes—pride, love, and a deep sense of duty. He nodded, his voice softer now. “I will.”

Paul’s gaze lingered on his father for a moment longer, knowing that this goodbye wasn’t just about leaving a planet—it was about leaving behind the life he had known. The future was fluctuant, but Paul had already glimpsed fragments of it, and there was no turning back now.

With a final glance at Duncan and Gurney, Paul turned toward the shuttle, the weight of his destiny heavy on his shoulders. The Red Woman stepped aside to let him pass, her eyes following him with a knowing gaze.

Jessica, standing at the base of the ramp, gave Leto one last look, her eyes filled with a mixture of resignation and sorrow. The unspoken words between them were almost tangible, but neither said anything. Jessica knew that Leto’s heart had been irrevocably pulled toward you, and now, all that was left was the path Paul had to take. Her lips pressed into a thin line as she turned, following her son into the shuttle.

Leto stood rooted in place, watching as the shuttle door slowly closed, sealing Paul and Jessica inside. The hum of the engines grew louder, and the shuttle began to rise, lifting off from the surface of Arrakis with a smooth precision. The air around them shifted, hot and dry, as the ship took to the sky, disappearing into the horizon.

Duncan placed a hand on Leto’s shoulder. “He’ll be alright, my Lord,” he said quietly.

Leto’s gaze remained fixed on the now-empty sky where the shuttle had been moments ago. His thoughts, however, drifted back to you and the twins, and the promise he had just made to Paul.

“Daenys,” Leto murmured, almost to himself. “I’ll keep my promise.”

As the last trace of the shuttle vanished, Leto turned back toward his stronghold, his mind already on what lay ahead, not just for Paul—but for the future of your House and his.

...

In the years following Paul’s departure, the galaxy shifted. Slowly, like the sands of Arrakis under a relentless wind, the great powers that had once seemed so permanent began to wane. The Sisterhood, once whispering into the ears of emperors, began to lose their grip, as did Shaddam IV, the Emperor. They clung to power like dying stars, but the tides had changed. The Atreides-Targaryen alliance—what began as a simple partnership between two Houses, one burdened by prophecy and the other by exile—ignited a transformation no one could have predicted.

It wasn’t immediate. No revolution ever is. But over time, other Houses, ones once loyal to Corrino, started seeking favor from us. They came with veiled requests and open hands, desiring something new: Targaryen space theology. They wanted what we had discovered—our control of the Drakaon crystal that freed us from reliance on the Guild. The old ways were crumbling, and they knew it.

There was something about the way we had survived—the way we had rebuilt from ashes and thrived in the shadows of forgotten stars—that drew them in. Freedom. That was the promise. Freedom from the Guild’s stranglehold, from the reliance on spice that had enslaved the known universe for far too long. The secrets we held, born from exile and tempered by time, were now the currency of power. A power stronger than even the spice.

Leto... my Leto... He was always at my side, steadfast and unwavering. We built a future for our children together. Aenor and Rhaelys, their names born from our ancestors, carry within them both the strength of House Atreides and the fire of Valyria. One day, they will sit at the crossroads of two legacies, and they will wield the power we have cultivated over years of war and struggle.

I often watched them in the nursery, their curious eyes following the movements of their dragon eggs, cradled in warmth, waiting to hatch. Leto would smile at me, that knowing look in his eyes—he, too, understood the weight of our legacy. One day, the dragons will return what was once ours. One day, Valyria will rise again, not as it was, but reborn through us. Through our children. Through the future we’ve fought for.

But still… there are shadows on the horizon.

There was no word from Paul. The days turned into months, the months into years, and still, his absence hung over us like a storm not yet broken. Sometimes, I would close my eyes and see him—walking through a world reduced to ash and ruin, a world where both gods and men had died. I dream of him often, of the paths he may walk, of the choices he must make. And I wonder… what will he become? What will the galaxy become?

The winds of change have begun, but the storm had not yet arrived.

I stand at the precipice of what is to come, knowing full well that the dragons will lead the way. And though Paul is gone from Arrakis, though his path is uncertain, I know that we will meet again. In dreams or in reality, it does not matter. The future awaits us all.

For now, we remain vigilant. We are fire. We are blood. And the universe will know our name.

I am Daenys Targaryen, and this is only the beginning.

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chrislaplante · 2 months ago

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BRONTE'S COMFORT LIST

comfort food(s): pizza, tortas “ahoga perros”, corn “at-home-street-style”, nachos, chicken nuggets, beef taquitos, lentils, etc.

comfort drink(s): honestly? water. lol horchata and coca cola.

comfort movie(s): the exorcist, the terminator, the exorcism of emily rose, split, drive, foxfire, brainscan, constantine, candyman, the rocky films, the ip man films, the star wars (eps 1-6 & rogue one) films, school of rock, donnie darko, 8 mile, the crow, gus van sant’s last days, jeepers creepers, awake, secret window, pet sematary (1&2), rosemary’s baby, my soul to take, child’s play, psycho, the texas chainsaw massacre (remake), jaws, scream, the craft, the lost boys, edward scissorhands, beetlejuice, the matrix, american werewolf in london, the cabinet of dr caligari, zodiac, red dragon, rambo/first blood, insidious (1,2&5), the Halloween franchise, the Friday the 13th franchise, the a nightmare on elm street franchise (with remake), the evil dead (& remake), gremlins, ghostbusters (1&2), silent night deadly night, the amityville horror, my friend dahmer, murder by numbers, sinister, twister, twisted nerve, natural born killers, behind the mask, the sixth sense, Alice in wonderland, peter pan, dumbo, bambi, the land before time, the sword in the stone, the aristocats, the beauty and the beast, etc.

comfort show(s): bob’s burgers, dexter, sons of anarchy, 21 jump street, renegade, stephen king’s rose red, salem’s lot, american horror story (first two seasons), tales from the crypt, daria, catfish, the twilight zone, criminal minds, the x files, the green hornet, etc.

comfort clothing: ripped jeans, baggy (oversized) tees, baggy (oversized) hoodies, cargo pants and shorts, plaid button-ups, sweatpants (joggers), overall pants, long socks, sneakers, combat boots, trench coats, “grandpa” or “80s dad” sweaters, bunny slippers, sandals with socks, the occasional dress or romper, etc.

comfort song(s): what’s up (4 non blondes), stan (eminem), vampires will never hurt you (mcr), darkside (bring me the horizon), disgusting semla (morbid), one (metallica), the hunger (distillers), burn (the cure), oye mi amor (mana), afuera (caifanes), jeremy (pearl jam), numb (linkin park), nightcall (kavinsky), etc.

comfort book(s): red dragon, the wasp factory, frankenstein, damien echols’ autobiography, darkly dreaming dexter, joyland (sk), into the wild, the jedi quest book series, the i am not a serial killer book series, the crow (comic), the exorcist, salem’s lot, drive, constantine (film novelization), hellblazer (comics), per yngve ohlin (clem petit-huguenin), lots of old dh darth vader comic runs, etc.

comfort game(s): battleship, guess who, perfection, operation, ouija, “baseball” (card game), checkers, chinese checkers, puzzles, dark lore, the golden ticket, duck hunt, hog.warts legacy, etc.

stolen from: @walkeddeath. framing: @k4rlsson, @freakarus, @strigoix / @miercolaes, @morb1dg1rl, @wastrels, @liraspins, @likeorpheus, @stringmastery, @hangtenn, @nuks, @andtheylive, @absentpublic, @00sgoth, @punkzombie, @popularmxnster, @mrdelroy, @allevils, @getslashed, @bloodykneestm, @helvehte, @helltoraise, @facepeeled, @cheekypriest, @v011d, @roznrot, @poisonedfire, @butscrewmefirst, @notimminent, @sweets1n, @daensuse, @horrorface, + you.

#🕯 𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖔 👁 𝖌𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖇𝖞𝖊 𓏴 munday.#🕯 𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖔 👁 𝖌𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖇𝖞𝖊 𓏴 ooc.#belated? very. deal with it.#mobile.

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silliestsims · 11 months ago

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The ERAS Legacy Challenge

Hello! I am an avid sims player AND a swiftie! So I thought, why not make the best of both worlds! So this legacy challenge will kind of be like the 'Not So Berry Challenge' made by Lilsimsie and Alwayssimming.

A few notes before you get into the challenge

The generations gender does not matter! Play as a boy or girl, it makes no difference!

The sims(mostly debut) are not meant to be played as Taylor! (ex: for debut I named my sim Mary from "Mary's Song" and Her love interest (who I made, but you do not have to and can be with a townie) is named Drew from "Teardrops on my Guitar."

I made the albums that are not yet Taylor's Version (as of the time writing this out) be unmarried(still in relationships or not it's your decision!)

I have specific colors taken from the album colors that should be used in most of the sim's house! You do not have to have the whole house this way though!

I had my debut sim start out as a young adult, but you can start them as an adult if you'd like!

If a like has -insert pack here- beside it, that like can only be found if you have that pack! So if you don't have that pack, don't sweat it!

This is mostly base-game friendly, but if you tweak it a bit to fit some of your favorite mods and packs, feel free to!

And that is it, so let's get on with the challenge!

DEBUT

This sim was born in a small town and knew when they were young they had wanted to pursue a career in the music world! They begin their career in the music industry hoping to find a place in this world.

Aspiration: Musical Genius

Traits: Creative, Cheerful, and Music Lover

Color: Green/Blue(possibly teal as well)

Likes: (Color) Green & Blue, (Music) Blues-base game-and Ranch-Horse Ranch Pack-, Guitar, Writing, Piano-base game- and singing-City Living-

Career: Musician

Rules: Complete the Musical Genius Aspiration, Max Musician Career, Max Guitar skill, Max Piano skill, Max singing skill-City Living-, Have at least one child to become the heir, be 'good friends' with their children.

FEARLESS

Watching their parent(s) treat them with such kindness and love, this sim knew that they wanted to share these feelings with the world. They have much love to give, but their love life has been rocky. This sim is ready to settle down and give their child(or children) the best childhood.

Aspiration: Friend of The World

Traits: Outgoing, Loyal, and Ambitious

Color: Yellow

Likes: (Color) Yellow, (Music) Hip-Hop,(Activities)Writing and Baking.

Career: Chef

Rules: Complete the Friend of the World Aspiration, Max Chef Career, Max Writing skill, Max Baking skill, Have at least 2 relationships before finding the significant other, Have kids while an adult, Have at least one child to become the heir, have next heir have the max motor skill.

SPEAK NOW

This sim's parents loved them a lot, and they knew that. They were raised to believe that they would grow up and get a practical job like a writer or techie, but this sim has always looked to the stars for comfort. They simply were enchanted by the stars, would they be the foolish one to want to be among them? They love their parents, but will they still love this sim if they take on their dreams of reaching the stars?

Aspiration: Serial Romantic

Traits: Goofball, Perfectionist, Good

Color: Purple

Likes: (Color) Purple, (Music) Easy Listening-Get to Work-and Singer-Songwriter-Cats and Dogs Pack-(Activities) Fitness and Rocket Science.

Career: Space Ranger

Rules: Have max motor skill as a child, Complete the Serial Romantic Aspiration, Max Astronaut Career, Max Fitness skill, Max Rocket Science skill, Date at least 8 people before settling down, Have a child to one of your exes, Have the child born to one of their exes become the heir.

RED

Growing up and seeing this sim's mother/father date many people before finally settling down made them realize that maybe they weren't exactly sure if true love was real. The only true loves this sim had? Alcohol and working. They were young, only feeling 22! They knew all too well how much love could hurt, they'd seen one of their parents go through it plenty of times, but when they meet another sim at a bar? Maybe everything has changed for this sim and their views on love.

Aspiration: Master Mixologist

Traits: Gloomy, Self-Assured, Foodie

Color: Red

Likes: (Color) Red, (Music) Pop, (Activities) Mixology and Cooking

Career: Mixologist

Rules: Complete the Master Mixologist Aspiration, Max Mixologist Career, Max Mixology skill, Max Cooking skill, Date no one until meeting significant other, Meet significant other in a bar, Finish work tasks as quickly as possible, Have a child as an adult, Have at least one child to become the heir.

1989

Having parents who didn't have a child until much later in their lives made this sim cherish what little time people actually had in life. They decided that living a boring, unfulfilling life just wasn't their style. When they had turned into a teen, they threw parties with friends every weekend. This sim falls in love with one of their high school friends, but once they grow up they fade apart. Now that they don't talk, this sim is forced to move on, but their heart is stuck on them. They take this chance and fall in love with other sims, but when they meet back up with their high school sweetheart, are they still in love?

Aspiration: Renaissance Sim

Traits: Jealous, Loyal, Clumsy

Color: Blue and White

Likes: (Color) Blue and White, (Music) Pop and Electronica, (Activities) Gaming and Comedy

Career: Trendsetter

Rules: Throw parties every weekend in high school, Have a high school sweetheart, Break up with high school sweetheart, Date two other people before getting back with high school sweetheart, Get back together with high school sweetheart, Complete the Renaissance Sim Aspiration, Max Trendsetter Career, Max Gaming skill, Max Comedy skill, Have at least two children, Choose whichever child you wish to be the heir.

REPUTATION

This sim knew growing up that no one would love them like everyone seemed to love their mother/father(last generation) When they were a teen, the only person who knew them was their high school boyfriend/girlfriend- someone that their parents didn't like. They could call it what they want, This sim was in love and no one could tell them any different. Their relationship with their parents began to worsen and when they became a young adult they moved into a house far away from their parents with their high school sweetheart. Basically leaving in a getaway car made this sim realize that maybe doing something bad felt so good. Maybe they'd never see their parents again, but they could make a new family...a crime family.

Aspiration: Public Enemy

Traits: Loner, Romantic, and Genius

Color: Black, Gray, and White

Likes: (Color) Black, Gray, and White , (Music) Pop and Alternative, (Activities) Mischief and Fitness

Career: Criminal Boss

Rules: Have a high school sweetheart, Have parents dislike the significant other, Have a bad relationship with parents, Move into a house with significant other immediately after becoming a young adult, Complete the Public Enemy Aspiration, Max Criminal Career, Max Mischief skill, Max Fitness skill, Have at least one child to be the heir.

LOVER

Growing up, this sim was always told about their parents love story. High school sweethearts who ran away with each other? That was the best love story that anyone could ever ask for! This sim grew up without being around their grandparents, they never asked, so they were never told why. Being raised in a chill and laidback family made this sim think that everyone just needs to calm down! As a teen, they dated a few of their friends, trying to find a love like her parents, but ultimately all of those relationships failed. They decided to put aside their lover heart and go onto business in their young adult life, but what happens when they accidentally become woohoo partners with someone they work with?

Aspiration: Successful Lineage

Traits: Childish, Art Lover, Family Oriented

Color: Pink, Yellow, and Blue

Likes: (Color) Pink, Yellow, and Blue, (Music) Pop and Romance, (Activities) Writing, Painting, and Guitar

Career: Business (management branch)

Rules: Date at least 2 friends in high school, Breakup with the high school relationships, Don't date anyone until halfway through the sims young adulthood, become woohoo partners with a coworker, Complete the Renaissance Sim Aspiration, Max Business Career, Max Writing skill, Max Painting skill, Max guitar skill, Have at least two children, Have the first child be the heir.

FOLKLORE

Having outgoing parents that seemed to always have something else going on seemed fun...in theory. In reality, however, this sim grew up closed off and playing make believe by themselves. They had read books on the last great American dynasties to distract themselves and found peace in day dreaming and making up stories. When this sim was a teen, they worked hard in school so they could keep their parents eyes off of them and keep the attention on their sibling(s). This sim became a young adult and moved into a small house and began writing the stories they had once dreamt up- mostly romance. They began selling these books and met "the one" at a library/museum, finding the love that they had only written about.

Aspiration: Bestselling Author

Traits: Loner, Bookworm, and Loyal

Color: Gray and White

Likes: (Color) Gray and White, (Music) Blues, (Activities) Writing and Guitar

Career: Author

Rules: Stay to self while a child and teenager, Be an A student in high school, Meet significant other in a library/museum as a young adult, Complete the Bestselling Author Aspiration, Max Author Career, Max Writing skill, Max Guitar skill, Have any amount of children, Choose whichever child you wish to be the heir.

EVERMORE

Growing up in a small, cozy house that was filled with love made this sim enjoy life, but still find the faults within it charming. This sim was born into a house of creativity and enjoyed the nature aspect and loved beautiful scenery. As a child they had a best friend that went into high school with them, but they had gotten into a fight and had become enemies with them. They had a high school relationship that went into young adulthood and was engaged, but the significant other cheated on this sim- ending the relationship. This sim had moved on relatively quick, why tolerate cheating then cry over it? They had spent their nights at clubs and flirted with many people and found one really attractive sim- "that's my man." this sim was dead set on this. They finally found the love they had been searching for. Long story short...they survived.

Aspiration: Painter

Traits: Creative, Perfectionist, and Art Lover

Color: Orange and Brown

Likes: (Color) Orange and Brown, (Music) Alternative and Classical, (Activities) Panting and Piano

Career: Painter

MIDNIGHTS

This sim's family had many lives lived, they could go back to their great great great great great great great grandma and never truly understand their whole family. That didn't stop this sim from being interested in everything and anything that they could get their hands on. This led them to be kleptomaniac, karma surely wouldn't track them down. When they had been a teen, this sim enjoyed working out as a way to stay active and busy their mind away from the urge to steal. In their eyes, they were an anti-hero who was trying so hard to push back what they hated about themself. This sim became a young adult and still was curious about everything they could know, so they became a secret agent. This sim met their significant other, but they were worried because this sim was good while they were a klepto. Their significant other didn't mind, though, and let this sim be bejewled.

Aspiration: Renaissance Sim

Traits: Ambitious, Kleptomaniac, and Neat

Color: Blue, White, Navy Blue, Purple

Likes: (Color) Blue, Purple, and White, (Music) World Music, (Activities) Guitar, Piano, and Fitness

Career: Secret Agent

Rules: Begin working out as a teen, Marry a sim that is good, Complete the Renaissance Sim Aspiration, Max Secret Agent Career, Max Guitar skill, Max Piano skill, Max Fitness skill, Have any or none children. thank you for completing the challenge :)

You're on your own kid, you always have been.

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adalwolfgang · 1 year ago

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Can I get uh.

Headcanon post for Bo Sinclair, Thomas Hewitt, RZ Michael Myers, and Danny Johnson with a male S/O who experiences age regression.

Slashers with a Male S/O w/ Age Regression

Warnings: My knowledge on age regression is very low so I did have to search it up and read an article to write this which I will link here. So, with that being said my writing may not be completely accurate so be warned when reading. Also, sorry if this sounds more NB!Reader than Male!Reader!

Credit to @cafekitsune for the banner(s)!

Beauregard (Bo) Sinclair 7.5/10

He is very confused in the beginning when he first met you, maybe even a little mean towards you in the beginning. Nagging you about it, calling you names and such. If someone else picked on you for it? Dead, immediately. He won't even let Vincent turn them into a wax figure since he doesn't want some piece of trash ruining his mother's legacy. You'd have to sit down with him and explain it to him, more than once. After that, he'll lighten up on you but still doesn't fully understand, so be prepared to constantly remind him. The relationship maybe rocky at times, but he is surprisingly soft and gentle with you further on in the relationship. He'll most likely go to his brothers for help. Depending on how much he likes you, he'll spend hours on the web researching ways to accommodate your needs and wishes. I feel like yall's relationship might even heal Bo's trauma. Bare with him, please.

Danny Johnson 8/10

Very Childish. He likes making you laugh, it's his specialty. Sometimes he'll try and get you out of comfort zone but if he notices your nervousness, he'll immediately knock it off and apologize profusely. I feel like he'd also be a pushover. Will give you anything you want if he can get you it. He's good at stealing. He frequently gifts you plushies and toys that you like or have been wanting. He loves taking photos of everything you do and stick it on the fridge as if it's the biggest accomplishment known to man. He is very imaginative. He will entertain you for hours with stories if you heart so desires or just talk with you in general. It's an overall caring relationship.

Thomas Hewitt 9.5/10

Thomas is a very quiet, and very affectionate. He's almost as clingy as you. He always has an eye on you since he learned of your regression. He doesn’t want you to get hurt or anything of that sort, especially around Hoyt(Charlie) and Monty. VERY PROTECTIVE. He loves you so much and thinks you're the cutest. Most of the time he'll go to Luda May for advice which she is happy to give him. He loves playing and drawing with you if you want him to. He is very happy and has a constant blush on his face. It’s just so adorable.

RZ!Michael Myers 9/10

When Michael was younger before his little massacre, he always had to take care of his baby sister Laurie, so he already had some experience. At first, he was apprehensive on having someone to look after but it soon growed on him. If you're not feeling the best, he'll just silently pick you up and carry you to your shared couch and let you cuddle into him. If you draw him a picture, he will always carry it on his person even when he goes out. He likes quiet. He won't stop you being noisy or fussy, but he may shove a pacifier in your mouth or give you anything that may distract you from your little outbursts. Very overprotective of you.

#x reader #reader insert #slashers x reader #bo sinclair x reader #rz myers x reader #thomas hewitt x reader #danny johnson x reader #headcanons #slasher headcanons #male reader #slasher fandom #slashers x y/n #slashers x you #slasher community

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awildaspenappeared · 1 month ago

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Day 2 of @traumas-tmntober-2024 :Isolation

Embers of a Shattered Legacy

Word Count: 1347

Hamato Yoshi let Oroku Saki destroy his life. Burnt away is his legacy as he rots in his loneliness. His clan, his livelihood, his budding family. All smothered under ashes and blood.

Splinter wallows and mourns the past but new beginnings are afoot.

Hamato Yoshi thought he was turning into a spiteful, bitter, young man. Well he was pushing that now, growing older by the day, an entire legacy blew past as ashes in the wind.

He had long lost his brother. Saki, his beloved brother, was a monster. He wasn't a fool. He certainly wasn't wise but he knew he noticed they had grown apart as of late. No, not as of late. Now they were mortal enemies but truly, he could see signs even as teens when they'd started drifting and it pained him.

Memories of his sensei scolding them for roughhousing instead of sparring properly flooded in front of his eyelids. Thinking back on the countless times they had fought he had never taken Saki's worries and anger sincerely. He had just brushed it off as silly and childish: insignificant. He put his brother down and had pushed him away to the path that had to have led him to The Foot.

The anguish was almost as painful as the loneliness. Yoshi didn't like being alone. Not the physical sense of being alone, that was something he could even find solace and enjoyment in. No. What he was talking about was the bitter, skin tearing, ear aching, foul smelling, gut punch of there being no one. No one to give love to. No one to share soft moments with. No one for him to sit quietly and listen to anymore.

Yoshi was utterly alone for the first time. Even as a kid he could only remember being surrounded by his clan. He always had someone to answer his inquisitions and always had someone to guide him or his brother or friends to connect with on a deeper level. Being so surrounded and smothered made being alone a luxury yet now that same haven was the materials of his cage.

His loss of self may have been tied to his clan but he could survive that if he had his family. His sweet Tang Shen and Miwa. His life partner and precious daughter. The calm yet powerful nature and blooming fire to his cold rocky base.

Yoshi missed his fiancé. His Shen. The girl he’d been enamoured with since he was a foolish teen and who had liked him back. He reminisced on the days where he would break so many wooden boards practising kicks and punches that the floor was covered in splinters. Shen had given him the nickname Splinter after that but now he had no one to share such a silly nickname with.

He had no one to talk poetry or philosophy or couplets with. His dear, sweet, intelligent Shen was enriched in culture and always wanted to be in a deep intellectual conversation and Yoshi was never happier than then. Yoshi would never get to see his beautiful partner teach his little Miwa her first words. How to read. About her heritage and culture and about her beloved philosophies.

His Miwa. His beautiful, bouncing baby girl. Torn from his arms and the world as the fire consumed the house she was meant to grow up in. The house that was meant to hold her siblings. They hadn't just wanted Miwa. Tang was adamant on at least 5 pairs of feet running around.

Yoshi had years of plans and hopes and dreams that had burnt with his girls. He lost it all. Staying in Japan was too heart-breaking. Seeing his homeland through eyes that knew his kid never got to see them, that his late partner was never to bear witness to them again was too painful to even exist in.

Instead he fled to New York City, United States of America. Shen had always wanted to visit America. One of the reasons Yoshi had put off seeing it was because he knew Shen would most definitely want to move there. She had an obsession with the culture there and most of her literature had expanded about the Americas in recent years. Now it was just another regret. Something he stopped her from doing in her short life.

Touching down on the American soil a week ago was a blur to him already. He had made the decision hastily as his life moved in a blurred slow motion. He was as dead as his family for those few weeks after Saki had fought him in their home. He'd never had more regret than when he felt the crimson of Shen's blood coat him and allow for the smoke to stick in thick clumps on it. Tainting it. It burned despite being just blood.

He hadn't even registered what had happened at the time. He and Saki had been fighting in his home and wrecking it. It sent Splinter into a rage and he let Saki's words anger him further. He hadn't even noticed the lit candle they had knocked until it was too late and the home he had so lovingly built up was engulfed within the flames.

Tang had thrown herself in front of him and all he could think of was why. He was weak to let the woman he loved die for him. To let her murderer escape as the supports gave out and buried him as he shielded her body.

He had blacked out after that and had woken up outside of their home. His sweet Shen and Miwa still trapped inside as the flames continued to burn the dwindling remains.

He had not even stayed long enough for the firefighters to put out the fire. He had travelled to the nearest town and slept on the street, unable to pay for any accommodation right then. He hadn't stayed long enough for their bones to be dug out of the ashes for their burials of which he hadn't stayed for either.

Instead he let those last two weeks in Japan go by quickly. Besides meeting with Shen's family to tell them the news and withdrawing the remains of the Hamato fund, all he had managed to take with him were a few keepsakes and family heirlooms.

On his last day before his loneliness cemented into his bones and he left for America, he went to Shen's favourite place in the forest and buried her now withered flower which had survived the burning miraculously. It was his way of remembering his partner's livelihood and how he'd tucked it behind his baby's ear, her hair just having developed enough to cover her head entirely. He buried the flower and laid their souls to rest with it.

Now he was alone. Sitting in a dingy, cheap apartment in New York with rattling pipes and the deeply ingrained smell of mildew. On the wall was a pet shop poster. They were holding a fundraiser and had many animals for sale to support a couple of charities.

That poster had blown in his face whilst he walked alone to the cornerstore for the bare essentials a couple of days ago. He had since decided to do something good, support others whilst becoming a dad to a couple of reptiles. Shen had always been fascinated by the creatures and always spoke about getting some. Snakes and lizards but especially turtles. He knew more about them than he thought he ought to as he lovingly listened to her ramblings.

He was currently setting a large tank up on the small table. It looked comical but was sustainable for a few baby turtles. Shen would never forgive him if he let himself waste away and mourn. If she was around she would have smacked him up the head and talked some sense into him. The thought had the corners of his mouth tugging unwillingly into a smile.

He was going to be a dad somehow but no one could ever replace Shen. Maybe when he was ready he'd adopt but for now, he'd father some turtles until they passed. Pet turtles typically lived much shorter lives than their counterparts anyways.

It'd just be another chapter in his life.

Maybe he wasn't so bitter yet.

Hi!! So I enjoyed writing this so much. Splinter does not get enough attention and there are so few Splinter-centric fanfics nowadays, its unreal!! I really wanted to take this in a different way than you might first interpret it. The pure mental and physical isolation Splinter must have felt when his entire family and life went down the drain must've been huge and I wanted to capture that while throwing some Yoshi x Shen headcanons in there :3

I hoped this was a good read!!

I forgot to on my last post but a huge thanks to my best mates for Beta-reading these and keeping me focused. Love you all ♡♡

#traumas tmntober 2024 #tmntober 2024 #tmnt #tmnt 2012 #master splinter #tmnt splinter #tmnt spoilers #hamato yoshi centric #hamato yoshi #tang shen #hamato miwa #oroku saki #the shredder

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midnightblues444 · 2 years ago

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Pairing: Demi god!!Yuji x siren!!reader

Jjk Greek god au mini series

Summary: your song has never failed you, so why is this man being so difficult.

Content warnings: fem bodied reader, you're a siren, little bit of violence, some inaccuracies Yuji is in his 20s here

Genre: suggestive

Yuujis whole life was centered by the sea, drawn to it and raised to navigate it Yuji had never learned how to fear it. Yujis grandfather was a sailor, and taught him all he knew about the ocean, teaching him how to continue working the family fish market.

Yuji was a natural, and it really helped how physically gifted he is, having the ability to swim incredibly long distances, run strangely fast and impeccable strength by age 10, so Yuji ‘s only real limitations were that he couldn't go to the cove by the far end of the shore.

"Never go there no matter what" he remembers being constantly told growing up. Which would be the major lesson Yuji takes with him after the passing of his grandfather.

Yuji wishes he knew more about his family before his passing, his grandpa was the only bridge between him and the knowledge of his parents. For some odd reason nobody in the village knows a thing about them, so their legacy died with grandfather.

Eventually Yuji learns to navigate his grief and attempts to continue a positive attitude. Waking up even earlier to start his work for the day was new part of his routine. Getting the nets ready and setting sail by the time the sun was rising. Yuji liked the change of pace,and although he wouldn't want to admit it aloud he enjoyed the solitude of the early mornings.

Though sometimes he swore he could hear something, a song of some sort. Beautifully enchanting, velvet and soft, almost lulling him to sleep. Yuji thought he was imagining it at first, as he sat quietly on the edge of his boat, letting the gentle warm morning air pass through him.

He had s strange overwhelming urge to find its source.

Go to her his mind repeatedly told him and for a while he could fight it. But today he finds himself putting the nets back, jumping from the docks and running down the beach. His thoughts are limited and he can feel his brain battling with a compelling force.

Question is what is this force ?

He thinks this while he climbs the rocky barrier of the cove. Looking down onto the separated mini beach,he spots you. Sitting in the calm waters seemingly washing your hair singing to yourself.

As he approaches he gains some control over his actions calling out to you ."I dont think you should be here" he says, you dont even look at him, keeping your focus on your hair.

"And whys that?" Softly you respond, "well I'm told it's not safe here" he started to wade over to you reaching his hand out. You turn to look at him questionably. He's pretty, for a human, but just how was he so resilient against your song?The answer to your question isn't too important for he wont be able to resist you for any longer.

Turning to face him fully, "Then what brings you here?" You ask sweetly tilting your head looking up at him through your eyelashes. He visibly blushes and stumbles trying to find a reason that doesn't make him sound crazy.

You nod along at his prolonged answer, noting how his eyes dart between your eyes and your chest. Probably trying to figure out if your naked.

Cute

You think maybe the mystery of your nudity is why theres a tent forming between his legs. Clearly visible through his robes.

You slowly stand getting closer to him, effectively shutting him up to get this over with. Yuji takes in all your curves mesmerized by your form but turning his head to be respectful.

You've never had a man do that. Actively resisting his urges. Usually they throw themselves at you blindly costing their lives. Yuji can feel his mind go blank, as you slowly touch his shoulders guiding him deeper into the water.

Suddenly it's as though he gains conciousness, realizing that he is now nearly chest deep into the tide. He struggles against your grip to which, you dig your claws into his arms returning to your scaly form, and trying to pull him under.

Luckily his survival instinct is on his side, using his strength to finally escape you, quickly swimming back to shore and running. Stunned all you do is watch as he goes, blood dripping from his biceps.

A man has never escaped before, you think

Is he even a man?

Your intrigue gets the better of you, deciding to indulge him in hopes of better understanding.

This game has began.

#yuji smut #yuji x reader #greek myhtology #yuji itadori #jjk fanfic #jjk x reader #itadori x reader #jjk au #yuji itadori x reader #yuuji x you

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hara-matsuura · 17 days ago

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Week 3's content!

I've mentioned before but hara ends up with sebastian so for prompt 1 this is what i think their amortentia would smell like!

Now of course, they smell each other, but I feel like some of these seem.... a little bit weird so explanation time!

Sebastian smells:

• a hint of metal - this is because of milo (hara's pet niffler,) since he is with her almost 100% of the time, she always has some kind of treasure on her for him, whether it's jewellery or coins.

• freshly baked brownies - when she's stressed out, hara likes to sneak into the hogwarts kitchens and bake with the company of the house elves. Her favourite thing to make is brownies

• library smell - (aka just the smell of a lot of books) now getting more simple, she just owns a lot of books because she loves to fund new spells and brews to better her skills both with dueling and just everyday magic

• forest air - again a pretty simple one, she spends a lot of time out exploring so she carries a hint of the scent from outdoors.

• burning - her favourite spells to use in combat are confringo and bombarda, due to her exploring she comes across a lot of enemies so again she carried the faint smell from the spells.

Hara smells:

• parchment - in this version of the hogwarts legacy universe, sebastian is also the somewhat studious type - to the point where him and hara have a friendly (sort of) academic rivalry, so he often carries around parchment to take notes in class.

• earthy damp cave smell - I wasn't really sure how to word this one but imagine that kind of smell you'd get when exploring one of the caves in game, this quite literally comes from the pair being in one too many of them.

• hogsmeade/the three broomsticks - hara chose sebastian to visit hogsmeade with at the start of 5th year, that memory seared itself in her mind as it was one of their first hence why she smells it in the amortentia.

• wood - this is like the sort of scent a bat or a literal log has, it comes from the fact I like to imagine seb as one of the slytherin beaters.

• broom wax - sebastian is a little more appearance driven than hara so is frequently performing broom maintenance and applying the stuff to it

• early morning air - this is something they both smell and also due to quidditch! Thanks to their early morning training sessions with their respective teams.

• roasted chestnuts - (lore time yay!) After the end of 5th year, their relationship is a bit rocky and hara avoids sebastian, he feels guilty as a result and whilst brainstorming a way to get her to talk to him, he remembers her talking about how much she loved eating roasted chestnuts with her family whilst growing up. With this in mind, sebastian sets out to find some chestnuts and attempt to recreate them like the ones she has as a child. Some turn out a little bit burnt but the gesture really gets to her and begins the road of improvement in their relationship 😌

(I love the difference of how hara smells more memory orientated things whilst sebastian smells more literally physically present things, idk why but it just seems fitting)

Geez that looks like a lot-

ANYWAYS PROMPT 2:

Despite originally being a hufflepuff, hara has a lot of the traits from the other houses. That being said I think gryffindor would be the second choice as she's pretty headstrong and has the attitude for it 🦁

Prompt 3:

As I was a bit cut for time and didn't really fancy it, I didn't draw hara's gender bent. Instead, here is a drawing of her in her animagus (crow) form with sebastian (the things in this post are literally my first time drawing him, I have incredibly little practice drawing guys 😭). This would most likely be set in their late 6th or 7th year although I haven't completely settled on whether hara would go through with the animagus progress during or after hogwarts - she would at some point for certain.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts oc #hogwarts legacy mc #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #hogwarts #hogwarts legacy art #hufflepuff #griffindor #sebastian x mc #hogwarts legacy sebastian #animagus #amortentia #mctober2024 #sebastian sallow

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queen-scribbles · 10 months ago

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Sanctuary

Art trade fic for @vexa-legacy! I wrote ssome Toe Beans circa War for Iokath, ~2000 words

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The meadow was easy to visit.

Its distance from the Jedi temple was no more than an invigorating hike, the solace he found there always more than worth the effort. And it was his. A place where the troubles of the galaxy couldn't reach him, serene, unspoiled. Birdsong and babbling brook a soothing backdrop when he wanted to meditate and cleanse his thoughts.

Pristine.

Quiet.

Paradise.

Through all his training, all his adventures, it was a ready sanctuary when he needed the space to breathe. And he visited it often as he could. After defeating Bengel Morr, after dealing with Darth Angral and mourning Master Orgus, when he was freed from the Emperor's control. Always alone, with only his thoughts and the Force for company--except for the one very special time he shared it with Kira.

It was even easier to reach now--a memory no more than a thought away when he needed to retreat, to breathe, thanks to the Empire's assault on Tython so long ago.

He had needed it a lot. Fighting Arcann was draining, the demands and decisions hung on his shoulders with the mantle of commander a weight to carry, no matter how willingly he assumed the role. Fighting Vaylin was even more arduous--her flame may have burned out faster than her brother's, but it had burned hotter as well, claiming lives with the reckless and voracious hunger of wildfire. And even now, the lull between storms, as his feet tread Odessen's wilderness paths, his mind was in a far-off hideaway on Tython.

Centering himself on the babble of a remembered stream as he passed between trees. Hearing the faint birdsong as his steps finally slowed. Almost able to smell the long-lost flowers as he settled himself on a large boulder.

The picture of it was crystal clear in his mind as he slipped deeper into meditation. The Force whispered around him and made it all the more vivd. He wasn't sure how long he'd been there, aware of the wildlife around him while also visiting the secret place he would never again see in person, before his comm beeped. A couple hours, at least, judging by the sun.

He let the idyllic slip from his mind, returning to reality as he unclipped his comm and answered it. "Yes, Lana, go ahead."

"We've received some information that should be discussed, Commander." The connection feathered static on the edges of her accent. "Information regarding Iokath. How soon do you think you can return?"

He sighed, straightening his legs and pushing off the rocky seat. "Give me an hour, I suppose. Is it really that important?"

"Let's say I believe it should be acted on as quickly as possible, and leave the rest for when you're back."

If she was being this evasive on a private comm channel on the Alliance's own planet, it must be serious. "Of course, I'll be there soon."

Corrus started walking, leaving wilderness real and remembered behind.

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Lana's news was indeed big--an anonymous tip giving rough coordinates of a superweapon on Iokath. Something you might want to investigate, the source added vaguely.

"Not a lot of detail," Theron muttered, and Corrus had to agree. It sounded almost like a trap; just enough information to catch their attention and make it seem they couldn't pass it up, without specifics to make it more solid.

"Do you think it's credible?" he asked Lana.

"Credible enough to investigate," Lana said with a firm nod. She pulled up a holo of the planet, a small orange marker hovering over a location. "It's rough coordinates, not exact, but if such a weapon truly exists, I don't think we can afford to leave it unclaimed."

She had a point, and both men nodded. Given their previous experience with Iokath technology, a superweapon from there was not the sort of thing to just leave figuratively lying around.

"And the radiation has receded to safe levels," Lana continued. "If we send a small team to investigate, I don't see any real danger." She keyed up the planet's stats and the levels, sure enough, had just dropped below dangerous.

"Alright," Corrus said with a nod. He studied the planetary information still scrolling across the holo. "Who do we send?"

"Oh, I can handle it," Lana said briskly, hands clasped behind her back. "You have quite enough on your plate, Commander."

She wasn't wrong there, either. The saying might be "No rest for the wicked", but the good didn't seem to catch any more of a break.

"Awfully quick to volunteer," Theron drawled in a tone of friendly prodding, leaning back against a console with arms crossed. "Feeling cooped up, Beniko?"

"Perhaps," Lana said, faint smile pulling her lips. "Perhaps I'm curious to see this mysterious superweapon myself."

"Whatever the case may be, I think you can handle it," Corrus said wryly. "Go ahead. I'll want status reports."

"Of course." She nodded, already heading for the exit. "We'll work out how frequent once we see what's waiting for us."

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What was waiting for them, in the long run, was a clusterfuck. The Republic and Empire had received the same tip, the planet was still rife with homicidally protective droids, and the superweapon was--as Theron so eloquently put it--more akin to the apocalypse than a mere weapon.

"No one should have this," Corrus said grimly, and then set about making it so, even if the Republic's backing in the endeavor was more to keep the Empire from getting it rather than agreeing.

Still, he and Theron fought more droids than Imps as they worked their way across the planet. Scouring droids, like they'd faced on their last (unwanted) visit, caretakers, remotes, they all seemed to still regard any organic life as an infection to cleanse. That would weight less on his conscience than human life, at least.

He wondered what Kira would think of this place--all metal and angles and apocalypse weapons. There'd be some deadpan commentary for sure and he wished she was here to give it. He closed his eyes briefly as the tram whisked along and the image of her face lingered, followed by his meadow; natural beauty in sharp contrast to the mechanical austerity that surrounded him.

He only had a moment to dwell on the person and place he missed most before the tram lurched as it came to a stop and it was time to deal with reality.

"Theron, I've reached the superweapon command..."

Determination and Jedi focus carried him through the initial rush of energy as the throne controls reacted to his presence. Through his confrontation with the machine god Tyth and the revelation of a traitor in the Alliance. But the rush of power unleashed as Tyth's rage boiled over under the Fleet's bombardment proved too much and the world went white.

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It shouldn't have been a surprised where his mind went when overwhelmed.

He supposed it wasn't.

The meadow, of course, looked exactly the same as the last time he'd visited in meditation. And the time before that, and the time before that. The same as it always would.

"Hey, handsome."

He spun at the familiar voice, heart leaping in his chest. "Kira."

She pushed away from the outcropping she'd been leaning against. "First things first, you know this is a dream, right?"

"Considering this place" --he trailed his fingers gently over flower heads--"is no more than a crater now?" He sighed and nodded. "Yeah, I know." He walked closer, leaning in with a smile to kiss her forehead. "But it's a good one, so let me enjoy it, huh?"

"Oh, fine," Kira(but not really Kira) grinned. "I suppose heroes are allowed occasional breaks. Though it really shouldn't take getting shocked unconscious for you to let yourself have one, you big dummy."

"Hey, that's hardly my preference, either," he protested. "You know how it goes; dangerous business being a hero, and there's only so much I can do to fight an electrical surge," he said with affectionate teasing.

"Yeah, well, do a little better will you?" Kira arched a brow and tugged on the collar of his armor until he bent toward her. "I need you healthy, Toe Beans." She kissed his nose and he laughed.

"You know, no one's called me that in months," Closer to a year, maybe, "Guess they all think it would be too informal a way to address the Commander. Or they just don't know about it."

"All the more reason to have me around," Kira joked, though her tone was just as wistful as it was playful as she traced her fingertips along his markings. "I'd fix both of those in a jiff."

This laugh was a little sad. "I'm working on it. Awful big galaxy to be looking for one person. But I will find you, Kira."

She grinned and winked. "Not if I find you first. Can't expect you to do all the work, handsome."

"Whatever gets us together faster," he said glibly. "I'm happy to let you win that race."

"Aw, come on, Cor, its not fun without a little competition," Kira teased. She let her fingers trail down his jaw as she let him go and turned to survey the meadow. "Y'know, I miss this place a surprising amount for only visiting it once. Can't imagine how it feels for you."

"Why do you think I'm here now? I've accepted the real thing is gone, but the memories are still there to visit when... when I need to."

She cocked her head. "You're not the type to run away."

"Not running away." He tugged her in, back to his chest, his arm loosely around her shoulders. "Call it a strategic retreat. A sanctuary to clear my head and better process my thoughts so I can plan. A lot of people depend on my plans, y'know."

Kira snorted a laugh at the exaggerated gravitas. "I do know, Battlemaster. Speaking of people depending on you..." She reached up and squeezed his arm before stepping away and turning to face him. "Shouldn't you be getting back? If I know the sort of trouble you like getting yourself into, the fun's just starting."

He hummed almost-a-laugh. "I should. Though you don't need to make it sound like I go looking for trouble. It just always finds me."

"You don't hide from it very well, though, love." She traced her fingers down his jaw once more, before putting more space between them.

"Once we're together, I will," he promised, then smirked. "At least for a little bit. Then we'll go find trouble and kick its ass."

Kira grinned. "You do know how to make a girl feel special. I'll hold you to it." She winked, blew him a kiss, and stepped out of sight around the outcropping.

"Kira-" He followed, but she was gone when he swung around the rocks. He should've expected it; he could feel reality imposing itself over his retreat.

He still looked, even as the sun flared brighter, soft beams that had lit the space now dazzlingly harsh, until it was overwhelming--harsh and clinical and washing away the meadow.

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He was barely given time to miss Kira or the meadow when he woke, barely given time to adjust from almost dying. Pulled into conversation about what happened, who betrayed you, what should we do now? with a headache still banging behind his eyes. He was used to it. Sometimes you had to just keep moving forward to maintain your momentum, deal with problems before they spiraled out of control.

Once they settled things for Iokath and he had a moment for himself, Corrus found himself dwelling on the long lost meadow and Kira's smile in almost equal measure. One was lost forever, but that only increased his determination to see the other again. I'll find you, Kira. Somehow, in all this mess. I will.

He'd almost swear he heard her chuckle. Not if I find you first.

He could find sanctuary enough in that smile. Deal.

#queens fic #toe beans #art trade #he was v fun to write #enjoy!!#swtor #swtor fic

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spectermansion · 2 years ago

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taylor swift legacy challenge 🦋✨☔️🧣🕊️🐍💕🌲🍷🕰️

— SURPRISE!!! hi!! welcome to my very first written out legacy challenge. it’s no big surprise that i love taylor swift AND the sims, so here i am, combining the two. she has ten albums, legacies have ten generations, there you have it. the hashtag for this will be swiftlp because i cannot genuinely think of anything better. let’s get into the…

rules below the cut!

- this legacy will require most packs other than batuu and the kits - aging must be turned on, but you can have it at any length you wish (normal/long recommended!). i'd recommend pausing aging during generations three and seven's university runs. - each goal must be met before the new heir takes over. - as for partners, they can have random aspirations/traits unless specified! they don’t need to complete it. - don't give the sims dramatic makeovers or personality adjustments (again, unless specified). slight changes to the appearance are fine but leave their facial features be! - there should be no need for money cheats other than like…freerealestate. there will be plenty of opportunities to grind for those simoleans. - if you do this challenge, tag me or use the hashtag swiftlp! i’d love to see it!

🦋 gen 1 - debut

“oh, i'm just a girl, trying to find a place in this world…” ever since you were a little kid, music has been your biggest dream. now, you’re a ditzy, daydreaming, young adult who is out on your own for the first time in your life. life is full of adventure in your humble opinion. you’ve always wanted to make people smile, so the only logical choice is to establish a music career before you dream of settling down later in life. - traits: music lover, cheerful, ambitious - aspiration(s): musical genius, big happy family - career: entertainer (musician branch) - world: any non-city objectives - master the singing, guitar, and charisma skills. - reach level ten in the entertainer career before you finish adulthood - date around during your young adulthood before marrying your best friend when you become an adult. have two children after you get married. - finish the musical genius aspiration before having your kids. then, switch to the big happy family aspiration. - optional: have a garden!

✨ gen 2 - fearless

"but with you, i'd dance in a storm in my best dress, fearless." you grew up in a perfect, loving family. you believe in all of those fairytales that your mother told you, even though what they consist of is fake. there's one thing that's real in them though: love. you want nothing more than to grow up and fall in love. yet when you grow up, you discover that real-life love isn't all it's cracked up to be. - traits: bookworm, romantic, childish - aspiration(s): soulmate, best-selling author - career: freelance writer - world: any, copperdale objectives - meet a sim in your teen years that you have an on-and-off relationship into adulthood with. break up twice and get engaged. break up and after this, stay apart. - have a great relationship with both parents until the end of your teenage years and move away from home. they don't approve of your relationship. - master the writing skill. write mostly romance novels. - have one child with your rocky romance. move them into your household as this will be the heir. - never finish the soulmate aspiration. switch it to best-selling author after you break off your engagement. - move to a secluded part of copperdale (or any woodsy-ish world) to raise your child. you don't need them getting hurt! adopt as many cats as you want. go nuts. - optional: have a dog named white horse

☔️ gen 3 - speak now

"you learn my secrets and you figure out why i'm guarded. you say we'll never make my parents' mistakes..." after the life your parent had, they are extremely overprotective of you. they just want what's best for you, right? you don't know much about their life before you except that they had a rocky relationship with your other parent. oh well! that's their business. you're off to college in a new town and ready to mess things up. you're only young once! - traits: genius, cat lover, outgoing - aspiration(s): friend of the world, serial romantic - career: social media (any branch), critic (food branch) - world: britechester, windenburg objectives - get all a's until you graduate high school. - attend college at either school you'd like and complete your degree. i'd recommend turning aging off during this time. - never date until you are in college. your parent forbids it. once you can, date around all throughout your young adult life. - master the charisma and mixology skills. - reach level 5 in the social media career before switching to the critic career in your adulthood. mid-life crisis! - marry the fling you had the highest relationship with at the end of young adulthood. have as big of a family as you'd like! they're your soulmate! - ...until you have an affair with someone during adulthood. have a child with them. this will be the heir! - optional: have your sim master the guitar skill.

🧣gen 4 - red

"ugh, so he calls me up and he's like, "i still love you." and i'm like, "i just, i mean, this is exhausting, you know? like, we are never getting back together, like, ever..." you are the black sheep of your family, but you could never exactly figure out why. as soon as you're old enough, you get out of there to make it big in life! it's your dream to make it as an actor. school was never really your thing, so you drop out early and move to del sol valley to find yourself. - traits: creative, gloomy, perfectionist - aspiration(s): master actor, mansion baron - career: actor - world: del sol valley objectives - participate in drama club until you drop out. - master the acting, wellness, and violin skills. - date two people in your lifetime. the first is a relationship so bad it ruins your perception of love. stay single until you meet your second love interest on set. have a big white wedding! - reach level 10 of the acting career as an adult. - have as many kids as you'd like with your spouse. - move to tartosa to settle down before you retire. - optional: have your sim wear red lipstick with every outfit besides sleep. no one wears lipstick to bed.

🕊️ gen 5 - 1989

"heartbreak is the national anthem, we sing it proudly!" you grew up in the spotlight and LOVED it. heck, your parents are famous celebrities! they were humble people who loved their family as much as they could. you got everything you wanted and more. you might be spoiled, but you deserved it, right? what do you mean you have to be a responsible adult all on your own now? - traits: outgoing, high maintenance, non-committal - aspiration(s): city native, party animal - career: simfluencer (teen), style influencer - world: san myshuno objectives - move to a nice apartment in san myshuno as soon as you turn into a young adult. your parents love you so much that they bought it for you! - attend every festival - go out at least twice a week and throw parties once a week! you're a social butterfly for a reason! - oh no! spend all of your money and move to a needs tlc apartment. - date around until you get pregnant from a one-night stand. marry them, but never have a high relationship with them. cheat on them with hired help. - master the singing and charisma skills. - move to a penthouse once you're back on your feet - only have one child. - optional: have your sim's favorite drink be wine

🐍 gen 6 - reputation

"but i got smarter, i got harder in the nick of time. honey, i rose up from the dead, i do it all the time." you never had a real connection with either of your parents; everything in your childhood was superficial. all you ever wanted was a real family. if you weren't hanging out with your butler, you were on the streets of san myshuno late into the night. darkness called your name, so you abandoned everything you knew for another life...the life of a criminal. - traits: active, evil, family-oriented - aspiration(s): public enemy, super parent - career: criminal - world: any objectives - have a non-existent relationship with both parents, but a high relationship with the live-in butler. - master the fitness, mischief, and parenting skills. - reach level ten of the criminal career (either branch). - have a relationship with a sim that has the exact opposite personality as you (good, friendly, etc.). marry them as an elder. - adopt one child and be very close to them. give them the best life you can. - optional: throw a party every new years eve if you have seasons

💕 gen 7 - lover

"and there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you dear. have i known you 20 seconds or 20 years?" you may not have had much growing up, but you had love. love, love, love. this love showed you that the world is a good place and nothing bad ever happens, right? wrong. when your parent tells you that they're a criminal, your world comes shattering down. everything else sucks outside of your little bubble. can you make the world less cruel? - traits: good, overachiever, romantic - aspiration(s): academic, soulmate - career: law (private attorney branch) - world: any objectives - have a high relationship with your parent until your late teenage years. - meet a sim during childhood and become best friends, later high school sweethearts. marry them after you finish college. - pursue a distinguished degree in history as soon as you finish high school. - master the charisma, logic and research and debate skills. i'd recommend starting early so you can get that distinguished degree. - reach level ten of the law career - have as many children as you'd like. - reconnect and become best friends with your parent before they die. even have them move in! - optional: have a child named betty be the heir!

🌲 gen 8 - folklore

"i want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet 'cause i haven't moved in years." you grew up in a chaotic but loving household where there wasn’t a moment of quiet. of course, you love your family, but you are a loner by nature and always preferred to spend your time with your pets or doing art. you come out of your shell during your teen years, but are you making the wrong choice? - traits: loner, creative, loves the outdoors - aspiration(s): country caretaker - career: sustain yourself off of your farm and royalties from painting and writing - world: henford-on-bagley objectives - have the highest relationship possible with your pets. even higher than your siblings. - make one best friend as a child. - during your teen years, date a sim you meet at school. break up when they cheat on you at the beginning of your young adulthood. woohoo with them one last time and “surprisingly” end up pregnant. - immediately move to henford-on-bagley after you graduate. have no contact with anyone except your best friend. you can play off the grid if you’d like. - master the gardening and painting skills. if you’re feeling funky, master cross-stitching and writing, too. - publish books and sell your paintings in addition to running your farm. - marry your best friend as an adult. - only have one child. - optional: have three cats!

🍷 gen 9: evermore

"long story short, it was a bad time; long story short, i survived." you grew up on a farm isolated from the rest of the world. even though you had loving parents and all the animals a child could want, you wanted nothing more than a big family. as soon as you could, you knew you'd have the picture-perfect family you'd always dreamed of...or so you thought. - traits: good, foodie, proper - aspiration(s): big happy family, master chef - career: culinary (chef branch) - world: any objectives - as soon as you become a young adult, move out of your parents' house and to a new world. - get a job in the culinary career to support yourself. - become romantically involved with the first sim you meet. have a whirlwind romance and get married only to find out that they have the hates children trait. - reach level 5 of your career before quitting to focus on family and saving your marriage. - have four children with your spouse. - when you become an adult, divorce them and move your family to a new world. your spouse gets weekend visits. - rejoin the culinary career back at level 5 and continue to level 10. it is okay to cheat to get here! - master the cooking and knitting skills. - marry a coworker and have two more children. - optional: open a restaurant called olive garden!

🕰️ gen 10: midnights

"i'll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror...it must be exhausting, always rooting for the anti-hero." your family is a big, blended mess of people who aren't exactly the best, but they tried. and now it's your turn. you always wanted to be better than your siblings, but your parents always preached that all of you meant the same to them. can you prove your worth as the best to them and yourself? - traits: self-absorbed, ambitious, adventerous - aspiration(s): extreme sports enthusiast - career: part-time barista - world: mt. komorebi objectives - have low relationships with each of your siblings. - master the skiing, snowboarding, fitness, and rock climbing skills. - meet and date a sim you meet on the slopes. - have a family after you master one of the winter skills. - reconnect with your siblings - optional: decorate with midcentury decor!

#swiftlp #sims 4 legacy #legacy rules #maybe i'll make a sims 3 version soon #sims 4 #the sims 4 #simblr #legacy challenge

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seafoan · 1 year ago

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#ts4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 #sims 4 gameplay #tag urselves im the homoerotic B-plot #the gallery somehow unmarried niko and rocky and they still found one another and I find that very beautiful #rocky by veggyble #niko by veggyble #v reboot #jeong legacy g1 #s: venessa #s: candy #s: victor #s: octavia

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lordkingsmith · 10 months ago

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Tommy Oliver Canon and Oc Children and grandchildren

My god this man has so many. Why did he have chemistry with everyone he met. This list is going to be long. Very very long. A cut is necessary this is going to be a wall. I'm also just doing all the ones off the top of my head, but if there's any i miss you wanna see, just request and I'll add them to the list. My only hard no's are Rita, Rito, and Zedd. not for any super specific reason other than I don't really feel like trying to think of how a kid would work given how much Tommy deeply hates and fears these three. Kim and Kat I could reason through, even if I didn't like the ships, same with Bulk and Skull. I...just cannot come up with good ones for Tommy for those three, sorry.

but! I am so so SO glad you guys are taking this opportunity to make your own kids. That was my intent and I love seeing them! I can’t wait to see even more 😁😁 if anyone wants to cover the ones I don’t/won’t, feel free too~

Canon children:

Katherine Hillard;

JJ Oliver. He seems to be in his early to mid 20’s in comics, and is child aged in tv show. Personality wise we know he’s got a chip on his shoulder, he has a misplaced sense of danger and is perfectly happy sassing someone while they’re threatening to kill him. Seems to be messy and enjoys outdoor activities such as cross country biking and competitions and fighting and is in karate competitions. His relationship to his dad is Rocky. Unfortunately unknown how he gets on with his mom. Possibly good since she’s the one attending his competitions and Tommy is. Not. Personally I actually like JJ, but more because he’s got some interesting groundwork. Do I think he should be green? -cackles- nooooo. He’d be a more interesting Pink. We’ll see if I like his alternate reality half sister more lol. JJ is the SPD green as well as green dragon mighty Morphin ranger.

Kimberly Hart;

Olivia Hart, seems to be in her 20’s, more information will be added later

Canon Grandchildren:

Grandchildren by Katherine Hillard;

While I have made an au version of Tommy and Kat's grandsons, and will animate them, I will include the canon two. Nameless kids at the end of a Christmas special for zeo. One of them is a zeo red ranger. Technically the first canon legacy ranger, but he’s nameless and seems preoccupied. Seems on good enough terms with his grandparents and baby brother so that’s good. Their parents are unknown but their dad is probably JJ. I named the older one Ethan, too bad he was never given a canon consideration. Both these two and JJ are blank slates. This is a good and bad thing. But I like thinking this canon version is in a world where Zordon is still alive and the little red Zeo ranger doesn’t know his grandparents are the first zeo rangers. Yet.

Alternate universe grandchildren:

JJ Oliver;

Two sons. One was a red ranger, and then became a blue. He’s dating the purple ranger of his current team, a troll named Milo. Ethan is mute due to an injury and fluent in ASL. His best friend is Chloe Bulkmeier-Hart, who is the pink ranger of his current (and previous-girl is just an absolute pink through and through) team. He misses his younger half brother a lot. Ethan was born by accident while JJ was undercover. He loves his stem mom Anara, however. He knows when Milo meets her he will, too. He was Red of the team Fable Force and is currently Blue if the team Hellion Squad. He’s Hellion Blue, and his element is blue fire. He’s 21 and has been at the mercy of Rito Revolto while being presumed dead for the last two years. He used to babysit Pepper Skullovitch with Chloe, and had an antagonistic relationship with both Iva Song and Max Irons. He finds it funny that the two former comedy duo are both rangers, now. Manages to break mind control because of his brother attacking Rito Revolto.

His half brother, (haven’t decided on name) is ten years old. Sarcastic little so and so, not afraid to kick magic skeletons in the knees. Is babysat by Pepper and Charlie. He wants his brother back and he loves power rangers.

Olivia Hart;

Although Tommy died long before he could really get to see his daughter grow up, she did and she’s thriving. She never got married, she did have two kids. One adopted one not, but the other parent doesn’t matter-at least, they’re not at the age that it matters yet and she’s not going to contend with the fact the baby may or may not be a demigod. Theo, aged twelve, and Clover, eight months, love their mom and grandma. At least Theo does. Clover’s just a baby and generally loves everyone who holds her. Adopted at two, Theo knows about power rangers, knows about his mom being one, knows his grandparents were. Doesn’t particularly care aside from the fact his family helps people. Theo reads a lot, and draws, and helps his mom take care of things. She’s trying to run a small business while also being a Green Ranger, and Theo when he’s home from school is used to juggling school work and babysitting. His only hard me time days are the weekends, when he’s got little league baseball or chess. Olivia supports and understands this, and so far she and Kim have attended every single game and tournament. Has bashed putties in their faces in defense of Clover, before. He got a cake for that one. Privately Olivia knows Tommy loves these two, if he’s watching. And she’s certain he is.

Neither Theo nor Clover are associated with a color. Nor do I see them ever being associated with a color.

Alternate universe oc children:

Billy Cranston;

After surviving the world of the coinless together, the two got very close. Tommy was the first person Billy came out to, Billy was the first guy Tommy went all the way with. They have one daughter. Her name is Amanda Oliver. Aged 19. Amanda is adopted, and completely spoiled by her dads. She wants for nothing, and she loves them back deeply. She's a karate instructor, and a power ranger mentor. She's got a really open relationship with her parents, and trusts them to trust her, and they do. A little bit of a heartbreaker, finds it difficult to lie, loves science and kids.

Eugene Skullovitch;

Tommy invited Skull to a carnival. After first being asked if Skull was a rebound-with a fast follow up to make sure Tommy wasn't taking him to something run entirely by putties-and then asking if he was sure sure Goldar and Skorpina wouldn't be there-Tommy decided he was going to make this a date. and the best one of Skull's life. The effort to help this guy have a proper, healthy, fair love life, meant it more or less accidentally lead to falling in love and while not marriage, they do live together. They have Spike, an adopted daughter Eliza, and a son together named Hunter. Rita thought it'd "bury the hatchet" and had the forethought to let them know she'd decided her first act of being nice would be something that would benefit them. Has not in fact, buried any negative feelings but the effort did mean something. Tommy's straight up told all three of his kids they're not allowed to go to Briarwood. Just in case.

Eliza "Lizzie" Oliver is 21, and wants to be a reporter. Thinks Tommy's worries are a little extreme when they directly affect his kids' lives, but she humors him even as an adult, because she loves him and wants to see him happy. A little selfish, but very smart. Good at picking up on subtext and helps explain things that go over her brothers' heads when she's with them. Tommy's too because he might be smart, but the man is kinda dumb. Not very organized, but somehow always has what she needs in her giant purse. Very resourceful, knows how to pick locks, and is capable of two types of martial arts.

Hunter Oliver-Skullovitch is 16. He's just trying to get through highschool guys, please let him get through highschool. He's been kidnapped twice, and he really just wants to be left alone. More of a punk than Tommy gets, but Tommy and Skull are supportive of his tastes and choices in life. Unfortunately everybody wants a piece of this kid, and while he's not associated with any color (by sheer force of will), this is not from lack of attempts. Hunter's just very very good at making himself too much of a nuisance to be worth taking. Like his siblings he knows two types of martial arts, can pick locks, knows how to get into vents, knows four ways to get out of ropes and other bindings, and can say "help me I've been kidnapped" in twelve languages. as well as "fire!" and "that's not a human!". He loves monster movies, because the monsters actually seem to pose a challenge. He and Tommy do have an understanding, and Tommy and Skull are both happy to let Hunter have a choice in becoming a ranger. He won't get forced into it, if he does he will do this fully with his eyes open and knowing what he's getting into. He will become a black ranger, when he's around 20, and it will be his choice.

Farkas Bulkmeier;

Bulk had been mildly afraid of Tommy since day of the dumpster but after the first couple weeks, he mellowed out. A LOT. Unfortunately Tommy's walking eye candy and that entailed a lot of attention by a lot of pretty people. Bulk found it easier to simply antagonize him rather than directly compete with everyone else. They've had a fun flirtatious back and forth for years. Things got a lot more of a lot more when Bulk came back from Mirinoi, and Tommy of all people got him in a hug so tight he thought he was going to actually get a broken back. They reconnected and opened a small hotel together. It's nothing spectacular but it's consistently filled with people, some of whom even choose their hotel again for future vacations. A couple years after the 'this is going to flop' fear subsided, business partners became married partners. Tommy and Bulk chose to go the adoption and surrogate route. Adoption because Tommy wanted to give a good life to someone who needed it, much like he'd been given, and surrogate because a friend asked during New Years when they were gently shooing them out of the hotel a little after midnight so they could sleep and their kid could sleep. The question had stuck around, which lead to an awkward conversation, which lead to asking around if anyone was willing. The surrogacy via Trini lead to twins, much to everyone's surprise. David thought this was hilarious. Tommy apologized profusely to Trini, who had to remind him he didn't control that. And she was willing to help them prepare for twins if they were.

They have three kids. Beckett, adopted at nine and currently 21 and working at the hotel to save up for college, and the twins. Trinity and Leon, born when Beckett was twelve. Rambunctious, and taking after Tommy a lot. There is no brain cell between them. The hotel is their personal playground when they have to spend time at home, much to the chagrin of Tommy and Bulk, though they have managed to make this work in their favor, and many of the twins' games also double as their chores.

Beckett's the straight man type. He's very up front, responsible, and charming when he wants to be. He can switch from business to leisure at the drop of a dime, is good with money, and knows Angel Grove like the back of his hand. He is practically a walking tour, and has debated whether or not it'd be worth setting up a tour guide side business to help the hotel, and his wallet. Bulk respects the hustle. Tommy just wants him to be careful. Beckett's going into business management. He doesn't necessarily want to take over; it'd be fun to open up a rival place for a while just to see how he does. He's also prepared for any and every eventuality. Living with this family, he's got to be. Not that he minds, he used to wander Boston streets all day and go to the boy's home at night. Tommy ran into him on the street wandering back, and it was basically an immediate whirlwind of Beckett becoming Beckett Oliver and going to live with Bulk and Tommy.

Trinity is the older of the twins by four hours. She's also the go getter and more of the risk taker. She is dragging Leon along after for better or for worse, because no he's not going to let his sister do something dumb alone. That's lonely! They've had run ins with a lot of supernatural things, but that's par for the course so half of them Tommy and Bulk don't know about. Trinity is more likely to fight something twice her size. Also more likely to jump from the second story railing to see if she can fly (she nearly gave Bulk a heart attack and he caught her before she could begin her downward trend. Luckily he knew her by that point). Not currently a color but she's Tommy's. She's going to be a green ranger when she's older. Tommy and Bulk have the twins in judo classes.

Leon's the more careful of the two but that's not saying much. Still the one that decided to experiment with dishsoap in the laundromat. He was grounded for a month. He's also more of the curious one, in the book sense. If he doesn't know, he asks. It's less of a headache. More of a direct talker than his sister, very polite. Is not adverse to using his sister or brother as a distraction. Enjoys parkour, even at nine. He likes detective stories. Enjoys birdwatching. This isn't a calming activity for him; he walked onto a cliff to see if a bird was an eagle. It was. He nearly got very very hurt. Tommy, fortunately, knows him. general rule with the twins is if Beckett Tommy or Bulk is with them it's for everyone else's protection; not their own. Leon is not associated with a color, but he's Tommy's. He'll be a white ranger when he's older.

Although many adversaries did have their eyes on these kids for a time-absolutely not, it's too much trouble. Tommy and Bulk are at least a little self aware and their kids are fully prepared to turn the hotel into a massive booby trap. There's a protocol and everything.

in a tangential au, Beckett is a ranger and passes the Power to either Leon or Trinity as his chosen replacement, so depending he's either white or green.

Matthew Cook;

Tommy and Matt did not really like each other at the beginning. Matt blames Tommy for so so much, but can't do anything about it, and Tommy's missing Dragon Green something terrible and dealing with massive amounts of PTSD for related but different reasons than Matt. Rita trapped them together in a gladitorial area of the Dark Dimension, and Tommy and Matt managed to talk to each other and get into an understanding. When they started dating, it was actually Grace who saw an opportunity, not Rita. But it’d be three more years before she could enact the plan. She didn’t tell Terona, and she was intending to eventually get every coin as well, for a full set.

Verdun Cook is 24, he’s the green dragon ranger, and he’s never met his dads. He’s a top agent for protection of earth. He thinks his parents gave him up to Grace. They think he died in infancy, an unfortunate complication in how he was made. They also think the dragon dagger was destroyed as well, around the same time. When parents and son finally meet, Tommy and Matt are furious. Billy’s furious. Terona's furious. He got Verdun to Tommy and Matt when he found out, even. Everyone’s furious. Matt and Tommy have Verdun live with them to acclimate to civilian life, and get used to being a person. His entire life has been as a weapon; he’s trying to very rapidly learn how to be human. It’s not like he was a success in the program either; the plan was a whole team of legacy rangers in their parents Colors, and he was the only one they could get.

Currently the only people allowed to mess with Tommy and Matt’s DNA is Billy and the Aquitarans and, hilariously, Zedd. He only made a clone. He was very transparent about what he was intending for the clone. Tommy knows where the clone is. He DIDN’T know where his son was, that he was alive, what Grace was intending or what he was doing. He and Matt are in agreement; If they had to chose they’d choose Zedd with their DNA.

When they thought their biological son had died; they adopted. Ricky is fifteen, not associated with a color, and is trying to get used to this with along with their dads. Ricky really is trying to be nice as well, but his overenthusiasm and attempts at bonding are often coming off too strong and borderline antagonistic. He doesn't mean to be. But the bright side is Ricky’s got someone to hang out with. And better yet, Verdun knows nothing about video games, pop culture, or really anything. So. Who wants to watch Star Wars? Ricky's got mixed feelings about his brother, but they're ranging from sad to excited, there's nothing jealousy related. Their dads are awesome, and he's sad Verdun never got to grow up with their dads. And he's excited to be able to have fun with his brother. Ricky is very excitable, and works on the school newspaper. He does volleyball, and has goals to be valedictorian when he graduates. Friendly, upbeat, can sometimes take things too far, but he tries to make those moments right.

They’re all making up for lost time with Verdun. It’s long overdue. At least both kids get along.

Jason Lee Scott;

It started with a challenge, because for these two, it always starts with a challenge. Trying to out do the other in asking each other out, the date, and then the proposals. Because the one who can't top the last proposal has to say yes. because you can't one up a proposal if you're already married. So they've been engaged with no wedding date in sight for decades, going back and forth with proposals. Most everyone is amused, but their two kids are mostly Done with their dads. Travis Scott, aged 26, and Celeste Scott, aged 22, love their dads but cannot with either of them. Travis is a famous race car driver and a gold ranger, Celeste is going into mechanics with a focus on teaching, her goal being a shop teacher for highschool students and a red ranger, and they love their dads but everything is an eternal competition between Jason and Tommy, and it sometimes feel loving their kids is a competition, too.

Violet decided to help Jason and Tommy when they were looking at surrogacy, and was not amused by the fact they decided who the father would be with an arm wrestling match, best two out of three. Jason won. Violet insisted on naming the kid for them so it wouldn't turn into another contest. Jason and Tommy do love each other, but it's so hard for them to be anything but competitive. It's literally their love language. They do make a great team raising their kids, however, and Travis was a bit of a gearhead almost before he could walk, fascinated with cars and bikes and everything with wheels. His first (self chosen) halloween costume was the megazoid, made lovingly out of boxes, construction paper, paint, and paper mache. When he found out Tommy had been a race car driver when he and Jason were considering kids at all, well. His fate was sealed. He's got a rap sheet for illegal drag races, speeding, and a few other things. Jason had to take away the keys for a year while Tommy worked on getting Travis on board with the concept of "time and place" because while Tommy is dumb of ass and pure of heart, he does not fuck around with safety around mechanical objects. especially cars. Now, however, Travis is thriving. He is not on the same team as his sister, ironically while he hates how competitive his parents are, he and his sister are almost worse with their rival ranger teams. Travis is just like Tommy, but tends to have the same manner of dealing with feelings as Jason; bottling to the detriment of everyone around him. Intense, but well meaning. Strong willed and stubborn, but often gets into things on pure righteous fury, or out of a sense of competition or excitement. More than one person has asked him "how are you still alive".

Celeste was adopted in infancy a few years after Travis was born. Tommy has always liked the idea of adoption, and was always grateful for being adopted into the family he was. David threatened them both with their lives if they turned this into a competition, and watched them very very closely through every step. When she was two years old, Celeste stole Travis' toy car and he bopped her in the face to get it back. if you ask Jason, that's the moment the two became rivals. She's been a mild terror, taking apart most things she could get her hands on and later figuring out how to put them back together. The vacuum, the family car, she's just having fun. She also is a little bit of a know it all, especially over mechanical things, and will lecture to whoever listens, though the complexity tends to depend on who she's talking to. Her teammates? a good way to practice going over the subject with teenagers. Her parents? as indepth as she likes. Her brother? middle ground. He knows how cars work, but not how to fix in a pinch. She's become a red ranger because opportunity presented itself, and her brother's two towns over and she loves sending him selfies of her exploits. He's quickly gotten into it as well.

Rocky DeSantos;

Rocky and Tommy always had a rather amicable relationship, which lead to a very comfortable dating life. It wasn't a sparks fly insta love thing, but more like a very slow burn of embers. And after years and years of doing things and having each other's backs and being red and blue and white and red and all that this all entails...it got to the point they looked at each other and couldn't think of anyone else they'd want to be with. They have four kids; Dannica DeSantos, aged 26, Markus DeSantos, aged 24, Johanna DeSantos, aged 20, and Halen DeSantos, aged 17. Tommy and Rocky are currently taking a break (being teammates and lovers on several teams and effectively at each other's hips for decades will do that), but are doing it more to save their marriage than preparing to divorce. Halen's living with Tommy during this, as Rocky is the firefighter chief, and is only at the house three days every two weeks during fire season. Better to have a parent who can actually dedicate time to being a proper parent to the one kid that still needs it. All kids except Halen are scientifically mixed dna of Tommy and Rocky, through cashing on a favor of Billy and the Aquitans. Halen is adopted.

Dannica DeSantos is a racecar driver. She's been a speed demon since she learned how to ride a tricycle, and has been relatively unstoppable since. She has given her parents panic attacks. She's been in jail over the fact she used to do illegal drag races in her teens. Tommy had to put a stop to this by getting behind the steering wheel again and taking his own daughter on in a race. If he won, she waited till she was 18 to pursue this as a career-the legitimate way. If he lost, he'd give her the keys and say nothing. Tommy won, barely. She was pissed, but she honored her word. They had a few years of tenuous peace with warnings interspersed that yes, traffic is awful, but no you can't drive through a park to get to your job on time, Dannica, no.

Since starting her career, though, this has gone down quite a lot and she's been a lot better about being responsible off the racetrack. She refrains from using the name 'Oliver' to her advantage; she wants to do this the right way. She's insanely competitive, and has a very strong code of ethics. She doesn't cheat, she doesn't cut corners, and she's not going to start. The only way to do anything is the right way, and what does it say about everyone else who cheats who keeps losing to her, anyway? Loves her brothers and sister, but she doesn't really get along with her dads. She's the most intense parts of both of them, and while they love each other, it's better to love each other at a distance. She gets the fact they're currently separated; you just gotta take a break sometimes. Not associated with a color, and as she'd willingly drive a car into someone, this is perhaps a good thing.

Markus DeSantos is going to school to be a physical therapist. Probably the most easy going of the siblings, he's a lot like his dads. He's kind of wanted to do this since finding out about the accidents that wrecked Tommy and Rocky's backs for a long time (and even to a point up to now) and lead to them both finally retiring from ranger work. Tommy has to walk with a cane, and Rocky's dependent on painkillers. With excercise. Markus gets that because his dads are so vigorous with their exercise and a lot of luck they were able to skirt past anything worse, and he wants to help people get similar results where possible. So, physical therapist. He's a happy go lucky but take no shit kind of guy. He's nice about it, but nobody gets away with anything around him. And often find themselves doing what they should, under the impression it was their own idea, some hours after talking to him. He loves food, loves his siblings, though he generally gets along with Rocky better than Tommy. But, he manages to get Tommy to do what he's supposed to, because his dad is very much a stubborn idiot about things that are good for him. Checks in often with Halen and makes sure he's doing ok during everything. Keeps both his dads' fridges stocked. Not associated with a color, though he was offered black once. Kept this to himself, he doesn't want to deal with the inevitable "well why didn't you" if he says anything. He didn't because it'd get in the way of goals he already had, that's all. He did suggest someone else, and they're doing very very well, so there's that.

Johanna is assistant manager at the Juice Bar, and thriving. Everything is going well for her. She's got a famous sister, two famous parents, and likes cooking, coming up with new flavors to try on the blackboard, and generally being assistant manager. Does she want to go to school? Maybe. Does she know what for? Not yet, but if she ever figures it out she's willing to go. She's into competitive gaming as a side thing, but it's not her life. Her life is fairly full of other things. She lives with Markus in a rental home, and Halen whenever he needs a break from Tommy. She loves holidays and wears themed clothes every single holiday. She wears bunny ears without shame with extra fluffy skirts every easter, and she's highly embarrassing on Thanksgiving with her turky legwarmers. However, her siblings love her and wouldn't have her any other way. A good source of advice to anyone who needs it, though she tries to stay out of Markus and Dannica's way, because they both get into moods where no amount of advice no matter how gently given will ever be heeded. And she's not going to waste time on useless endeavors.

She sometimes stands in for the karate classes when her girlfriend has to skip. Johanna knows she's dating the pink ranger, and Rose knows Johanna knows. Johanna doesn't mind filling in for Rose when fights edge into class times. Rose would do the same for her if their situations were switched.Johanna isn't associated with a color herself.

Halen DeSantos was adopted when he was six. He was adopted out of foster care, and remembers his last foster care parents. They were nice, but had eight other foster kids. Halen found it no less chaotic but somehow warmer when he got adopted by Rocky and Tommy. Their kids instantly swept him into their midst as sibling, and it was easy to slide into this as well. They squabbled and stepped on each other's toes and got on each other's nerves, but there was a deep love throughout. It is tough finishing high school while Tommy and Rocky don't live together-and Tommy is his biology teacher-but he's trying to remember it's not because they hate each other, it's just gotten a little much right now, and they do still love each other. His siblings always seem to know when he's feeling really low, however, and it's nice being able to get his mind off things. Kind of wants to go into paleontology, like Tommy, or firefighting, like Rocky. He hasn't decided yet, but he knows whatever he chooses, he's going to be supported in it.

Aisha Campbell;

While Aisha acknowledges Tommy as the leader, she doesn’t let him get away with shit. Uniquely while Kat and Kim and Trini didn’t either, Aisha and Tommy had just enough of a rivalry together that Tommy couldn’t quite dare to pull some things around Aisha. Aisha came after the whole “villain Tommy” and just knew him as the himbo dork who loved his friends and being a power ranger.

They never got married, but they do have kids together. Mostly they live with their lives revolving around each other and their kids, but never quite together together. Aisha didn’t think she could be whatever Tommy was looking for and Tommy knew he wasn’t that for Aisha either. But, they liked each other enough for kids, and they’re still good friends. It’s fairly amicable and flexible. They have twin daughters, Fillipa and Lucinda Campbell, aged sixteen.

Fillipa is older by eight hours. She’s into sword-dancing and gymnastics. Friendly to everyone, but doesn’t let anyone walk over her. Fillipa is the school class president, and helped set up a other species welcoming committee into the school. Other variations of humans, aliens, mutants, magical species, even androids, are welcomed and the committee helps incorporate them into the school into friend groups to encourage fellow classmates and teachers to treat these new classmates as normal people. It’s an uphill battle, but she thinks it’s worth it. Her running mate and best friend is a young Tenga queen named Clack, and both of them believe everyone could benefit from a friendship like theirs. It’s been bumpy but it’s somewhat working. At the very least it seems the current ranger team is made up of a wide range of species, and this makes Fillipa very very happy. Not associated with a color but if she were it’d be yellow.

Lucinda Campbell is a rodeo horseback rider, and does the Indian bareback racing and bronco riding. Aisha saw her daughter fall in love with mechanical bucking bronco rides at the mall, looked over at Tommy and went “if I see her as a red ranger later I’m blaming you.” Lucinda isn’t a red ranger.

She’s a green.

Hilariously neither Tommy nor Aisha seem to have realized this yet. Then again, the most green she wears is a green braided bracelet and socks. She loves her sister, and is grateful to her and Clack for being advocates for normalizing species integration, because she couldn’t possibly ask for a better team. They have each other’s backs, cover for each other, take part and enjoy each other’s hobbies, and she loves them all deeply. This is her team.

She’s not supposed to be doing anything with wild horses; she promised her parents not till she was in her 20’s. She’s also got such a skill with them now that if they saw her they’d instantly know she was a ranger. So, this is also a secret. At least good old uncle David’s willing to keep the secret. And offer advise to the team and his nieces when needed.

Adam Park;

They’d been friends since a bit before the transfer, and Tommy was Adam’s leader for years on three or four different ranger teams. There’s a level of trust there you don’t usually get, and they were both black and green rangers in their lives. After Tommy became Dino Thunder Black, and shortly after a divorce between him and Kat, Adam and Tommy started spending more time together. The getting together thing was an accident. Both of them at a Christmas party and then things going from one thing to the next, and Tommy says he’s never felt so at home waking up in someone’s arms.

They have one son together, Isaiah Park. Tommy cashed in on a favor owed by Grace, and soon enough JJ Oliver was trying to figure out where his baby half brother had come from. His opinion was Adam, because he was shorter. It wasn’t until several years later they were able to explain it in a way JJ would understand and accept. But they never let him live the cute story down, to his embarrassment. Given Tommy’s immunity to time fluctuations and manipulations by the Machine Empire, they found out they were living in the same town as Time Force. Tommy was able to complete a doctorate in, to Adam’s perception, a day. Tommy is a lead paleontologist due to this, and Adam works at the museum. However given Tommy being Tommy, there is currently a divorce. Tommy wears his trauma on his sleeve and Adam has given up trying to fix him.

Isaiah Park is sixteen. He’s quiet, thoughtful, and tends to think with his emotions rather than his mind. Lucky, charming, and a natural heartthrob to his school, though he doesn’t seem to notice. Loves music, especially classical, and reading. He hasn’t really thought about being a power ranger, though he wouldn’t say no if he was asked. He was babysat by the Dino Thunder team as a kid, and kidnapped by Mesogog once. All hell broke loose when this happened, and Isaiah’s unsure if he wants to be a ranger when this sort of danger could happen to any of his loved ones. Tommy and Adam are currently in the process of divorce, and Isaiah’s getting used to that idea as well, but it’s nice having JJ to talk to about it.

He has enough to deal with with his dads. They love telling the story of when he was three, they’d go “see you later alligator” and “after awhile Crocodile” and he’d respond, loudly and enthusiastically; “bye bye, froggie!” To this day he’s been unable to get them to stop telling this story to his friends, love interests, and any adult who’d listen. JJ feels the pain. Isaiah is not associated with any color. This is probably a good thing. However if he was, it’d be black.

Bobby (last name unknown);

The green candle was used on a group of bullies who’d recently joined Angel Grove as new students from another school by Zedd, and made the Mighty Morphin Dark Rangers. Dark mirrors to the Mighty Morphin team, except for Tommy. Bobby is the Blue Dark Ranger, and as you’d guess, Billy’s bully counterpart. Tommy was meant to be brainwashed and pulled back into the side of evil with the five mind controlled bullies, but didn’t. They freed the five, and the five became better people and stopped being bullies.

However in this version, instead of Justin Stewart becoming the Blue Turbo Ranger, it was Bobby. Bobby was able to convince Zordon not to recruit a child, and Rocky decided he’d rather have Bobby take his place than the eleven year old. Which was well and fine, and suited everyone a bit better given Bobby had some experience with being a ranger anyway.

He and Tommy bonded over their past stints as bullies turned evil rangers turned good people, and it led to sparks flying. Tommy and Kat broke up, and Kat got together with Kim while Tommy got together with Bobby. Twenty years later, Tommy is a professional race car driver and Bobby is his head mechanic. They have one daughter via adoption, Drew Oliver, aged 16.

Drew’s more of a wood working type of person, and prefers working in the wood shop classes at school. She’s interested in doing carpentry professionally, and Bobby and Tommy don’t see why not. It’s a stable job, good paying, and everyone needs a table, door, chair, and the like, and if you can do quality work you’re never going to go out of business. She also does how to’s on YouTube, and there’s a running joke about her dads, especially Tommy, helping or walking through in the background. Anytime someone brings Tommy up, she deflects with “nah, it’s his clone Tom” or “Tommy Oliver breaks cameras just by walking past him. Couldn’t possibly be” or “Tommy Oliver? :0 who’s that?” Tommy thinks this is hilarious, and he’s returned the joke in kind in interviews. Especially when Drew tags along. Not associated with a color.

Kristen (last name unknown);

Tommy’s fate seems to always revolve around pink rangers, and Kristen is no different. Instead of freeing the Dark Rangers, Tommy joined their ranks and quickly got into a relationship with Kristen. They now rule the galaxy with the Dark rangers by their side. They have two kids, a daughter, Katya, aged 24, and a son, Barrett, aged 16.

Katya is the heir apparent to the known universe and a rather spoiled and self confident little princess. In her opinion she is the center of the universe because of course she is. Everyone has always put her and Jaeris first, or died about it. She’s the current Pink Dark ranger and the leader of the team over her brother being the current red (they go through reds…rather quickly). She’s older, she’s smarter, she’s more clever and she’s the prettiest pink ever so of course she’s the leader. She and Spike Skullovitch have a very visceral love hate relationship. It’s explosive, literally. He’s trying to get his parents out of the extensive prisons, and she’s aware he’s a spy and resistance fighter. Her body guard is also actively trying to kill her. They’re very enemies to lovers. This girl considers blowing up meteors and planets a fun past time. Spike wants a raise. Her parents indulge whatever she wants to do because she’s effective at what she’s going to keep the family in control. Again, Spike wants a raise. A huge huge huge raise. At least her little brother seems okay, and he’s been gently working on making Barrett aware that this is very very wrong, and convince him to become better. Because Katya loves her brother. So, redeem the brother, redeem the sister. And maybe save the universe in the process. If Spike doesn’t get turned in by a bored Katya first.

Barrett isn’t really excited to be a red ranger. There’s been ten since Aster turned sixteen, and while he doubts she’d cause his death, she’s more protective of him than anyone else, it’s everyone else on the team he doesn’t trust. Bobby is the last member of the original team, and their parents’ advisor. He keeps everyone in check and Barrett somehow trusts him least. The first Red Dark Ranger was Bobby’s best friend and now he’s dead, after all. Or at the very least, presumed missing. Plus, Barrett likes his sister’s new babysitter body guard Spike and Spike’s really nice to him. Through Spike he realized he likes model space craft and building ships in bottles. Through Spike he was introduced to underground fighting (by accident), and found out about the darker aspects of the empire. Spike makes him question everything, but Barrett has to be careful. He’s a prince, sure, but he’s more expendable than his sister. He’s not the heir apparent, after all. He’s careful around his sister, but he knows she’s got his back. He just has to lead her to the obvious conclusion; overthrow their parents and Bobby.

Zack Taylor;

Tommy is an airhead, and very hard to convince he’s being flirted with. Kimberly, for months, tried to flirt with her new teammate, and eventually moved on because it just didn’t connect in Tommy’s head. He misunderstood Zack trying to explain it to him as Zack flirting, which made a little bit of a mess, but once it was sorted out Kimberly was dating someone else, and Tommy and Zack realized they did like each other. So they started dating, although there was some hurt feelings between themselves and Kim for a long while. Unfortunately, shortly after they successfully adopted a four year old, Tommy disappeared.

Eighteen years later, Landon Taylor works at Promethea as a systems programmer intern. It’s the closest to Tommy and Zack’s old work that Landon can get. Zack doesn’t want him any closer, and Billy, now CEO of Promethea, takes care of his old friends’ son. Landon admires Promethea and power rangers immensely. He wants to help them by any means he possibly can, and he does so to the best of his ability.

Nothing has come of years of searching for Tommy, and vice president Zack Taylor has proposed several amendments to help protect the teenagers that become rangers. He knows better than to make it illegal for teens and young adults to be rangers like some propose, but he also knows there needs to be suitable protective safety nets just in case. He’s proud of Landon, who’s helping program these safety nets, and he’s proud of the current rangers.

Trini Kwan;

During the incident where Zedd was twisting a neighbor girl of Trini’s into an evil princess on a magic island, Tommy went to help the girl, confident in Trini’s promise; she’d undo the spell on both of them and save them. When the spell took effect, Zedd was true to his word snd released the other teammates, and the evil duo of Green and Lavender debuted. “Prince Tommy” remembered little but the promise of Trini’s. He and the girl, Hallie, killed Drakkon and terraformed the planet into a nightmarish land of fairytale places. Treacherous mountains, terrifying forests, murderous deserts. Razing cities in their wake, making the planet in the image of Hallie’s twisted obsession. It’s not too different than it was, except that the different biomes don’t encourage cities very much. Each region now sentient to an extent. And willing to punish humanity for city building.

Trini and Tommy entered a strange adversarial relationship. Tommy’s obsession with Trini reaching a fever pitch after a few years. The promise and the hatred of fairytales he has twisting into an odd association with Trini. His saving grace, even if he can’t remember what from . They did have a few nights were no fights took place, and they have two kids, with “Prince Tommy” none the wiser that his “Huntress” often has their kids in tow. Bolin and Su are 16 and 14 respectively. Bolin knows who Tommy is to them, Su does not.

Bolin’s been raised his entire life with the resistance and the sole mission of finding the dumpster Rita’s still stuck in, or some other mystic who’d know how to undo the Venus Island spell. He learned about Tommy being his dad two years ago, after meeting David. It didn’t take a lot to put the pieces together with how much David looks like them and Bolin having never seen David’s brother without his helmet until Tommy confronted David and Trini, where he put Trini under a spell. Up till that point Trini co-parented them with Skull and Bulk, and Bolin likes Skull and Bulk as parents and mentors. An adept marksman with throwing knives. Skilled at potion making, and doesn’t know how to feel about Tommy and Hallie. Yes, it’s a spell, but…well. How many times can one take being nearly murdered by maddened tyrants. Considering joining the tyrant prince and princess’s ranks with Bulk to see if he can’t save them…if he can kill them. He’s not currently associated with a color, but he will be a Mastodon Knight, when he’s undercover. Bulk’s his captain and they’re both doing their best. Trini doesn’t approve when this happens, however when she becomes Tommy’s Power Huntress and right hand, it’s not really up to her.

Su is very much a product of her environment. She wasn’t born before nightmare fairytale world, and she can’t imagine anything else. Her logic hinges on magic, and people she knows. Bartering and being kind and clever and very very good with figuring out how to fight with limited space. She doesn’t get why her brother’s been so moody the last two years, and has been traveling with David and Billy to spread the word about Zack and Kim, who both died fighting Tommy, and try to figure out how to undo everything. She’s not sure if she wants to, this version of the world is all she knows but…it would be cool to meet Rita. A real live wicked witch? You don’t see one of those every day. She assumes Richie, who Tommy tortured and killed very early in hers and Bolin’s lives, is her dad. Is more and more motivated to get the curse on Tommy and Hallie broken in any case, just to get her mom, brother, and honorary uncle back. She misses them. Not associated with a color, nor is she going to be a knight of any sort. If she was, it’d be white.

Stan Skullovitch;

Tommy didn’t know Skull even had a brother till Tommy was well into his 20’s and working as a teacher at a high school. Stan had gotten a job as the school’s band teacher, and thought it was a bit hilarious, if annoying, when Tommy found out and wouldn’t stop freaking out. Tommy actually got a little bit shy once he realized, mostly due to his friendship and past with Skull.

Tommy’s ranger students and mentees were the group that set them up, much to Stan and Tommy’s general chagrin. It was on Valentine’s, too. To Stan’s annoyance and Skull’s glee, Tommy called him to double check this was fine. Stan has, over twenty years later, yet to live this down. Tommy and Stan have two kids, a daughter from a fling Stan had years ago. Her name is Kimmie, or K, and she’s 21. Their second kid is a mutant animal human hybrid Elsa decided to make to taunt Tommy at the expense Stan. Jurian is a flying squirrel human hybrid and he is seventeen.

K is too smart for her own good, and far too fascinated with the tech and old thwarted plans of Mesogog and Elsa. Tommy’s lowkey panicking and trying to keep her away from making a huge mistake. She’s going to go too far and he doesn’t know how to protect her from doing that. Stan’s more laidback; she’s gotten interested in dangerous ideas, explored through investigation and backed away from it on her own. He can tell this is similar, but Tommy’s panic is doing the opposite and making her more curious. She is however redirecting it to a different idea; research into possible ties to the aliens and magical creatures with hybrid like features. She is Dino Thunder purple.

Jurian is a little bit of a recluse-on earth-however, he goes to school in space, and usually is purposefully vague about his heritage, as it’s easier to let people assume he’s a human/alien hybrid of some kind rather than a science experiment made specifically to try to hurt his parents. He’s aware it backfired, he’s glad it backfired, he loves his parents but still. He only exists because of someone’s idea of revenge. It doesn’t help K is a little too interested in the concept and he knows she’s coming from a good place but it’s a bit hurtful.

He is active and does have friends, though they don’t know the full story about him. Has a possible boyfriend. Is not associated with a color.

Anton Mercer/Mesogog;

An incident with Mesogog resulted in a baby with their dna and the dna of the prehistoric chicken, Jianianhualong tengi. The kid is an odd and very intelligent twenty year old now. Tommy, during the incident, was also fused with raptor dna. Avian can’t get a straight answer if Tommy, who’s been trained to be a faithful mate of Mesogog, laid an egg. Avian knows it came from an egg but if this was made via science or physically laid, is unknown. And to be honest, Avian doesn’t really want to think too hard about it.

Avian Mercer is non-gender. Avian doesn’t feel like there’s a gender there at all. Avian’s presentation can be pretty broad as well. Feathered and scaled among their normal hair and skin, reptilian eyes, winglike arms with claws, it’s definitely a striking look. However it can vary from more feminine to masculine to indeterminate either way. While Tommy became reprogrammed to being Mesogog’s, he managed to convince Mesogog to free Anton and wait until Avian was a suitable age to conquer the world. Avian escaped at sixteen, and has been trying to head off the inevitable fully since.

Alternate au. Anton and Tommy had a thing going on before this all started, and it restarted after Tommy was able to trick Mesogog and save Anton. However this wasn’t before he became half dinosaur and Avian was born. Avian and Trent share a mild sibling rivalry, given there’s a sixteen year age difference between them. In a lot of ways Trent acts as a parental figure to his sibling, but is also fun big brother when it counts. Trent is an animator and has let Avian tag along to his job more than once to watch (with permission from his bosses). Avian is not associated with a color in any reality.

Delphine;

Tommy when he met Delphine properly again as an adult, immediately hit it off with her. Rocky took Tommy’s place as Red Zeo Ranger, and Billy was able to take his place as Blue Zeo Ranger as Tommy left to be with Delphine while remaining white ranger. He comes back often to help his friends, it’s like he’s barely gone, really.

Their child Nautilus is non-binary and 21 years old. They are Aquitar’s white ranger like their mom before them. Don’t spend a lot of time on earth but they do have a slight rebellious streak and are dating a mermaid pirate queen. She’s a great ally anyway, and a great source of information, although their team and friends fully tease them about the heavy heavy flirting between themself and pirate queen Sylvia. Out of the box thinker, extremely dramatic, clever, sarcastic and nice. They like doing their job but they will not do it within “proper parameters” malicious compliance with rules, and they’re having fun with it. Some people hate them, some adore them, but it doesn’t matter. They’re doing good.

Aurico;

They reconnected in Forever Red, and bonded. Aurico left Aquitar to be with Tommy, and they live in a harbor and beach town for Aurico. They’ve befriended the supernatural sea life over the years. They have a twelve year old adoptive amphibious humanoid son Wave. Aurico was trying to save a met family, and he could only save the small child. Tommy struggles a little with the needs of his partner and kid, but he’s doing his best and he loves them.

Wave’s been to Aquitar a few times, and thrives with his parents both in the sea town on earth and on Aquitar. Music enthusiast, his favorite singers are whales. He’s closer to Aurico than he is Tommy, but it’s fine. Tommy gets it. He can’t share some of Wave’s life, Aurico can. He can just be there on the pier at the end of the day to welcome them home. Wave is not associated with a color but if he were it would be black.

Dulcea;

Tommy adopted Dulcea’s daughter Demelza. The woman had given up her human form to help them, and had given up her life to have a child. Tommy was given an infant by a dying Dulcea, and told she was joining the father in the afterlife but wanted to give the daughter a good life. She chose Tommy to be the best candidate. At the time Tommy was 25, single, no job, and dealing with the concept of having peaked at seventeen. But, he made a promise he’d give Demelza a good life, and as he’s a man of his word, proceeded to put in the work to make his life better so he could make hers the best possible.

Demelza is 22, an owl shifter like her mother, and is manager to a paint your own pottery place not far from where she and her dad currently live. Due to economy, she lives at home with him but she’s got a steady partner, and they love her, a job she enjoys, and friends and family she adores deeply. It’s not a grand life, but it’s a good life. Not associate with a color

Marleau Eskin;

Tommy didn’t meet the rangers first at school, he met Marleau. He fell into a highschool dating to married pipeline. He doesn’t hate his wife but he certainly doesn’t love her either. They have hobbies and jobs that keep them from spending more time than they need to together, but when they do it’s amicable. They have one daughter, Larissa. She is 16 and a little bit of an ice queen.

She’s rich, she knows it, she’s also got the smarts and skills to prove anyone who tries to claim she uses money to get her positions wrong. Larissa hasn’t got time for friends, or more accurately asskissers who like her money and familial influence, not her. A cheerleader, head of debate team, and slated to be the valedictorian of her graduating class. On top of all that she also donates and volunteers at the shelters and soup kitchens. This looks good on her resumes for colleges yes but she also genuinely enjoys it. Tommy’s trying to get her to loosen up and make some friends. He is at this point ready to throw her into a “will absolutely turn her into a power ranger” situation. It’ll at least give her a premade friend group to bond with. He’s like 95% sure she’s going to be some sort of red ranger. He’s not wrong. At 21 she’ll volunteer as a summer camp counselor and will end up with five other counselors as a power ranger, and yes, she is red. To her utter annoyance but it does give her a girlfriend, a yellow. She just hates admitting Tommy is right.

Trey of Triforia;

Tommy and Trey got very close very fast, with Tommy finding excuses to spend every second he could with Billy and Trey’s Id Ego and Superego in the command center. They started officially dating during a break with Kat. However, Trey died before he could be healed and although it took a few years to get to it, even though they’d discussed it, Tommy eventually used his and Trey’s DNA to have a son, Halsey. Halsey is currently aged 17 and currently living Triforia with his extended family.

He had to beg and plead for Tommy to let him, and after a very long time of thinking about it Tommy broke down and let Halsey go to Triforia. Halsey finds it very difficult to stay as one person, and often works in tandem with his id, ego, and super ego. It’s just easier for him. As such he typically exhibits three opinions and minds and feelings about any given thing, but his main overlying personality traits are; caution, curiosity, and an inherent distrust of authority. Also dramatics. Why walk when you can somersault type dramatics. As far as most humans are concerned he’s triplets; but his extended Triforan family are also concerned he has difficulty controlling it. He has a second cousin who is currently acting queen. And he enjoys spending time with her and talking to her about things. Also having the time of his life exploring the cities and culture. He does miss Earth, and is open to sharing aspects of it with the Triforan royal family. He does spend the holidays on earth, with Tommy. Although Halsey loves Tommy, and knows Tommy was just being protective, he feels like he’s missed out on a lot not having done this to begin with. It’s also weird knowing in the abstract his parent he never met was a prince and seeing what that means for himself. He’s not associated with a color. However, he is gold compatible and should his cousin need to, she’s named him as her heir for the throne and for zeo gold.

Richie;

Tommy and Richie rarely saw eye to eye when they talked, in the rare times they interacted. Richie was more of a lawful pacifist with eyes for Trini and Tommy was of course a chaos magnet who was obsessed with Kim. Eventually it was revealed Richie was the white ranger, and Tommy was insanely jealous of him. And annoyed the “pacifist” was an incredibly skilled fighter. However when Richie was nearly killed and Tommy took over as white ranger…things got heated in a different way, and quickly. There was a lot of off and on dating, as intense as anything between two true opposites can be.

Richie owns Ernie’s now, and Tommy is a karate teacher there. They have one son, adopted, named Benji Oliver, and JJ. JJ was an accident between Tommy and Kat, a little before Tommy and Richie got together permanently.

Benji was adopted when JJ was four, and Benji was six. JJ is 27 now and Benji is 29. JJ is a recruit in SPD Academy, while Benji is currently…a lot less legal. And a white ranger. As usual, chaos and order are rivals with an intense relationship. However, this relationship is now sibling rather than romantic, and nobody likes getting between the two when they get into an argument; which is often.

Tommy and Richie have had to physically pull their sons apart more than once, and JJ would sometimes need to go stay with his mom to cool off when they were teenagers. It’s not that Benji and JJ don’t care about each other but it’s so easy to get lost in the wildly different ideals and debate to enragement.

Benji Oliver is a hacker and investigator. He isn’t afraid to call anyone and everyone out or expose them. He’s also stolen things from museums and given them back to the people whose culture it was stolen from. He’s not afraid to join villains to achieve noble ends, and that’s where he and JJ clash. The irony is everyone says JJ is more like Richie personality wise and Benji more like Tommy.

Parents plead the fifth; they have enough to deal with keeping the two from destroying the house on the holidays, please don’t make them think about who’s more like who. The only times of the year Benji is allowed in the country is the holidays. They just want some peace, please.

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Of Gods and Men (hope)

- Paring: reader!Daenys Targaryen/Leto Atredies

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- Rating: Mature 16+

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The sun blazed high over Arrakis, turning the sands into a scorching sea of gold and orange. Amid the endless dunes, the Fremen moved with practiced ease, their stillsuits efficiently capturing every drop of moisture. In the shadow of a rocky outcrop, Stilgar, a stern leader with eyes as sharp as a hawk’s, watched as his men bound the Red Priest they had captured that morning. The desert winds carried with them whispers of change, and the arrival of these priests and priestesses of the Lord of the Light was just one more thread in the complex tapestry of Arrakis.

These priests had started to appear seemingly out of nowhere years ago, their red robes a stark contrast against the pale sands. At first, they were just an oddity—speaking of a Lord of Light, offering visions of fire and prophecy. But recently, their presence had grown more prominent. They had gained followers among the downtrodden, those who sought an alternative to the Sisterhood’s veiled manipulations and found new faith in the Red God. Some spoke of miracles—small, unexplained events that stirred the hearts of the desperate.

Now, Stilgar stood over the captured Red Priest, his face as unyielding as the desert rock. “Who are you, really?” he demanded, his voice carrying the authority of a man who knew the desert as well as he knew his own breath. “What do you and your kind seek on our sands?”

The priest, a gaunt figure with eyes that seemed to burn with an inner fire, looked up at Stilgar with a thin smile. “We seek nothing, Fremen. We merely prepare. The Lord of the Light has seen what is to come, and we are his messengers.”

Stilgar’s eyes narrowed, but he gave no sign of the unease that crept into his thoughts. The Fremen were a people of the desert, and they had eyes everywhere. Yet these followers of fire had slipped through their notice too many times, spreading their teachings and gathering converts like grains of sand slipping through a sieve.

“Speak plainly,” Stilgar ordered, his hand resting lightly on the crysknife at his belt. “What is this prophecy you claim to carry?”

The priest’s smile grew, his gaze turning distant as if he was looking beyond the present, into some unseen horizon. “The dragons are coming,” he murmured, his voice a low chant. “Their fire will burn through the falsehoods of this world, and the desert shall see their magnificence.”

Stilgar’s expression remained hard, but the words sent a shiver through him. Dragons were myths—legends of a time before even the Sisterhood. Yet here this priest spoke of them with a certainty that was unnerving. He was about to press further when a familiar voice interrupted the moment.

From the shadow of the outcrop, Duncan Idaho emerged, his stride confident and purposeful. Duncan had arrived on Arrakis ahead of House Atreides, tasked with making contact with the Fremen in preparation for Duke Leto’s arrival. He had been working for days to earn their trust, but this—this was something unexpected.

Duncan’s interest sharpened at the priest’s words, and he stepped closer, his face a mask of curiosity. “Dragons?” he asked, his voice tinged with barely concealed excitement. The memory of Arctis flashed through his mind, of the Targaryens and their mysterious power. “You say the dragons are coming—do you mean they are already here?”

The priest turned his fiery gaze on Duncan, his smile widening as if he could see the thoughts running through the Atreides man’s mind. “Oh, they are here, soldier. They have returned to reclaim what was once theirs, and the world will burn with their light.”

Stilgar crossed his arms, his gaze moving between Duncan and the priest with suspicion. “You speak in riddles, priest. My people know of all that happens on Arrakis, from the deep sietches to the highliners in the sky. And I have seen no dragons.”

The priest’s smile did not waver, his eyes glinting with something that looked like triumph. “You will see them, Fremen. You and all who dwell in the shadows of this desert will witness their return.”

Duncan, his mind racing with the possibilities, pressed closer. “Where are they?” he demanded, the urgency in his voice betraying his inner turmoil. “Where are the Targaryens on Arrakis?”

Stilgar turned sharply to face Duncan, his expression stern. “Why do you care, Atreides?” he asked, his tone wary. “What are these dragons to you, that you should ask such questions?”

Duncan hesitated, searching for the right words. He could see the caution in Stilgar’s eyes, the unspoken threat of the Fremen’s displeasure. But he also knew that this was an opportunity he could not afford to ignore. If the Targaryens were truly on Arrakis, then their presence could change everything—alter the balance of power, shift the very sands of fate.

Duncan’s expression softened, a wry smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Let’s just say, Stilgar, that there’s more to this desert than even your people know. And if what this priest says is true… then we both might have a lot to learn.”

Stilgar’s eyes narrowed, but he said nothing. The Fremen were not known for trusting outsiders easily, and Duncan’s words carried the weight of secrets he was unwilling to share. Yet the curiosity that flickered in the Fremen leader’s gaze hinted that he was not entirely unmoved.

Duncan turned back to the Red Priest, his expression serious. “If the Targaryens are truly here, then show us their fire. Let us see if your prophecies hold truth.”

The priest’s smile widened, but he did not answer. Instead, he closed his eyes, muttering a prayer in a language that Duncan could not understand, his voice rising and falling like a chant carried on the desert wind. The words sent a chill through the air, a strange stillness that seemed to seep into the very sands beneath their feet.

Stilgar stepped back, gripping his crysknife tightly. He did not trust the Red Priests, nor the strange omens they claimed to see. But he could not deny the shadow of unease that passed through him as the priest’s chant echoed against the rocky outcrop.

Duncan glanced toward the distant horizon, where the sands shifted like a living sea under the blazing sun.

The sun hung low over the vast dunes of Arrakis as Stilgar, his Fremen brethren, and Duncan Idaho arrived at the location that the Red Priest had pointed them to. The air shimmered with heat, the sands stretching out like an endless sea around them. The Fremen moved with practiced silence, their stillsuits blending seamlessly with the landscape. Duncan, ever mindful of their traditions, followed suit, though his eyes kept scanning the horizon with an anticipation he couldn’t quite suppress.

Stilgar, always cautious, crouched low behind a rocky outcrop and motioned for his men to do the same. His sharp eyes swept over the sands before turning to Duncan, his expression grim. “There is nothing here, Atreides,” he said in a low voice, barely more than a whisper. “If these dragons of yours were truly present, the shai-hulud—the sandworm—would have sensed them long ago. This region is under its domain.”

Duncan nodded, acknowledging Stilgar’s logic. The sandworms of Arrakis were legendary for their sensitivity to vibrations and disturbances in the sands. Any movement on the surface would draw their attention, especially in such an active area. Yet, despite the Red Priest’s cryptic promises, the desert lay quiet, the only sound the faint rustle of wind over the dunes.

But then, just as the sun began to dip below the edge of a distant dune, a shadow passed over them, blocking out the light for a brief moment. Stilgar’s eyes darted upward, his hand instinctively tightening around the hilt of his crysknife.

There, descending from a rocky outcrop above them, was a vehicle unlike any they had ever seen. Its sleek, black hull glinted in the dying light, a shape that seemed to defy the angular designs of Imperial technology. It moved with an eerie grace, hovering just above the ground, as if it were riding the air itself. Its form was almost organic, with amber lights that glowed softly, casting an otherworldly hue over the sand below.

The vehicle descended further, its wing-like extensions unfolding from either side with a mechanical hiss. It hovered above the dunes, almost soundless, a low hum vibrating through the air as it adjusted its position. The sand shifted beneath it, swirling in gentle currents that were unnatural to the desert's typical rhythm.

Duncan’s breath caught in his throat, his mind racing as he took in the sight. He had never seen a craft like this—not among the Harkonnen, nor even among the most advanced ships of House Ix. It was something entirely different, a relic of a time and place that the Imperium had long forgotten.

Stilgar’s eyes narrowed, his suspicion unyielding. “This machine,” he muttered under his breath, “it should have drawn the sandworm. Its presence should be like a beacon in the desert. But the shai-hulud is silent.”

The vehicle hovered over the ground, and with a soft click, the extensions on its sides began to pulse with a dark golden glow. The amber lights intensified, creating a halo that shimmered over the sands, casting strange shadows. Then, a gentle vibration spread through the air as the vehicle began to siphon the sand into its extensions, funneling it through a network of tubes that glowed like molten metal.

The sand flowed smoothly into the extensions, but only the spice was collected—gleaming grains of melange that shone like amber flecks within the swirling currents. On the other side of the vehicle, the purified sand was expelled back onto the ground, leaving a golden trail in its wake.

Stilgar’s mouth tightened, a frown deepening the lines on his face. “This is no harvester like the ones the Harkonnens use. It is too silent, too efficient. And the shai-hulud remains undisturbed.” He turned to Duncan, his expression a mixture of curiosity and unease. “What kind of technology is this, Atreides?”

Duncan, unable to hide the faint smile tugging at his lips, shook his head in amazement. “It’s not Atreides,” he said softly, his gaze fixed on the vehicle as it continued its work. “But if I had to guess… I’d say it’s Targaryen.”

Stilgar’s eyes widened slightly, his grip on the crysknife loosening as he processed Duncan’s words. The Fremen had their own myths and legends about the dragonlords, stories whispered in the dark of the sietches, but they had always seemed like fables—tales to entertain children or to fill the long nights of the desert.

Duncan, however, spoke with the certainty of a man who had seen those myths made real, and he couldn’t help the excitement that crept into his voice as he continued, almost to himself. “Leto will love this,” he murmured, his mind already racing ahead to what this technology might mean—how it might shift the balance of power on Arrakis, or even within the entire Imperium.

Stilgar glanced at Duncan sharply, his distrust still evident, but a shadow of curiosity had entered his eyes. “You speak as if you know these Targaryens, Atreides. What is it you are not telling me?”

Duncan met Stilgar’s gaze, his expression turning serious. “Let’s just say that I’ve seen things on Arctis—things that no one in the Imperium would believe unless they saw it with their own eyes. And if the Targaryens are here, then maybe… just maybe, your desert will have more to fear than the sandworms.”

Stilgar held Duncan’s gaze for a long moment, searching for any hint of deception in the Atreides man’s words. But he saw only determination—and something else, a hope that Stilgar could not quite understand. He turned back to the vehicle, its amber glow reflected in the dark pools of his eyes.

The Fremen and the Atreides stood together in silence, watching the strange craft as it worked, its wing-like structures sifting the sands as though it had all the time in the world. The desert wind howled softly around them, carrying the scent of spice and the promise of change.

Somewhere in the distance, beyond the dunes and the endless expanse of Arrakis, the future was shifting—its currents bending around the dragons that had returned to claim their place in the stars. And for the first time in a long while, Duncan felt a surge of hope—hope that the winds of change might finally blow in their favor.

A week had passed since the Targaryen harvester had first revealed itself to Duncan Idaho and the Fremen. In that time, Stilgar and his men, with Duncan at their side, had continued their scouting missions across the sands of Arrakis, ever watchful for more signs of the Targaryens. They had seen the sleek black craft a few more times, always hovering over the sands with its amber lights and wing-like extensions. But apart from the mysterious harvesting machines, they had encountered no other sign of the dragonlords.

Until today.

Duncan and the Fremen had ventured further than before, moving closer to a region known to the Red Priest as a potential Targaryen stronghold. They moved quietly, keeping to the shadows of rocky outcrops, their movements masked by the howling desert wind. Stilgar, ever cautious, led the way, his keen eyes scanning the landscape for any sign of movement.

But as they rounded a bend in the rocks, a trap sprung. Shadows shifted among the dunes, and in an instant, they found themselves surrounded by Targaryen soldiers, their black armor blending seamlessly with the shadowed desert, their weapons gleaming with a strange, almost otherworldly light.

Stilgar and his men drew their crysknives, their movements fluid and ready, but they froze as a voice rang out, clear and commanding, cutting through the wind. “That’s far enough. You’ve ventured too close this time, Fremen.”

The voice sent a jolt through Duncan’s memory, a voice he recognized all too well. He stepped forward, signaling to the Fremen to hold their position. “Daenys?” he called out, his tone cautious but filled with curiosity.

The Targaryen soldiers parted slightly, and you—Daenys Targaryen—stepped forward, a smile playing at the corners of your lips. “Duncan Idaho,” you said, inclining your head with a touch of amusement. “It seems our roles have reversed, haven't they?”

Your appearance drew stunned silence from the Fremen. They had heard rumors of the Targaryens, but to see one of the dragonlords standing before them in the flesh was a different matter entirely. Your silver hair caught the light, and your lilac eyes glinted with a confidence that set you apart from any noble they had encountered before.

Duncan couldn’t help but grin, though his hand remained on the hilt of his blade. “I suppose they have. Last time we met, it was you who were our guest. Now the tables have turned.”

You chuckled softly, the sound carrying a warmth that belied the tension of the moment. “Indeed. But I have no intention of leaving you here among the sands. Come, let us speak under more comfortable conditions. I assure you, House Targaryen means you no harm.”

You gestured to your soldiers, and they moved forward, securing the Fremen weapons with practiced ease but treating them with a respect that was unexpected. The Fremen, though bristling at being disarmed, did not resist; they sensed that this encounter, strange as it was, might hold a deeper purpose.

As your men began to lead them toward a nearby transport vehicle, Stilgar found his voice, his suspicion cutting through the air. “You move through the desert without disturbing the shai-hulud. How is it that the sandworms do not rise to consume you?”

You turned back to him, a mysterious smile curving your lips. “The shai-hulud knows that it is not the only beast that rules these sands.”

Before Stilgar could question you further, a shriek echoed through the desert, a high, keening sound that sent a shiver down the spines of even the most hardened Fremen. The sound came from above, from the ridge that towered over them, where the sun cast long shadows across the dunes.

Duncan’s eyes snapped upward, as did those of every Fremen present. There, outlined against the crimson sky, a massive shape moved, its wings spreading wide as it circled above them. The sun glinted off deep red scales, and amber eyes like molten fire stared down at them with a fierce intelligence. The dragon, its wings casting shadows across the sands, let out another shriek, its voice a challenge to the desert below.

Stilgar’s mouth fell open, the crysknife in his hand momentarily forgotten as he stared up at the creature. He had faced many dangers in his time, but never had he seen a beast like this—one that flew through the air like a bird of prey, yet moved with the grace of something far more ancient.

You watched the Fremen and Duncan’s reactions with a knowing smile, your gaze turning up to the dragon as it descended, its wings beating against the air in a slow, powerful rhythm. “Meet Vexiae,” you said softly, a touch of pride in your voice. “She has watched over these sands longer than you might imagine.”

Duncan stood rooted to the spot, his expression a mix of awe and excitement. He had heard stories of the Targaryen dragons, but seeing one in the flesh—feeling the heat of its breath and the weight of its presence—was something else entirely. He could already imagine how Duke Leto would react to such a revelation, how this knowledge could shift the balance of power on Arrakis.

The Fremen, however, reacted differently. While awe flickered in their eyes, there was also fear—a deep-seated wariness of any creature that could challenge the supremacy of the sandworms. Stilgar took a step back, his face pale as he stared at the dragon, a bead of sweat trailing down his temple despite the dry heat and stillsuit mechanism.

For a moment, all stood in silence, the dragon’s shadow passing over them as it circled slowly, its keen eyes taking in the scene below. And in that silence, a new understanding began to form—one that connected the Targaryens, the Fremen, and the secrets buried beneath the sands of Arrakis.

As the dragon landed on a distant dune, its wings folding gracefully against its sides, you turned to Duncan and Stilgar with a challenging smile. “Now, let us see if your desert is ready for the dragons, and if your people are willing to hear what we have to say.”

And with that, the future of Arrakis shifted, the sands beneath their feet echoing with the footsteps of the past—and the fire of dragons.

The city of Arrakeen lay under the cloak of night, its winding streets and sand-blown buildings bathed in the cold light of the moons of Arrakis. Despite the shadows that lingered over the city, Duke Leto Atreides found little peace. His House had arrived a few days ago to take on their new role as stewards of the planet, but the transition had been anything but smooth.

House Harkonnen, in their departure, had left behind a trail of sabotage and half-broken equipment, a last spiteful act to remind the Atreides of their presence. Harvesters lay in disrepair, the machinery that they had inherited barely functional, and rumors of hidden traps lurked at the back of every technician’s mind. It was as if the Harkonnens’ bitter shadows clung to every corner of Arrakeen, turning each day into a new struggle to maintain order.

But it was not only the challenges of governance that weighed on Leto’s mind. His relationship with Jessica had grown increasingly strained since he had publicly expressed support for House Targaryen at the Landsraad summit. Word of his actions had spread like wildfire across the Imperium, and while some Houses had discreetly offered their support, most had chosen to stay away from the storm gathering on Arrakis.

It was not just the politics that troubled him. Jessica had been cold, distant, and he could feel the tension between them whenever they spoke. She had always been closer to their son, Paul, sharing a bond that Leto could not quite understand—one forged by the Bene Gesserit training she had imparted to him.

Tonight, as he walked through the stone corridors of the Atreides stronghold, Leto found his mind wandering to thoughts of the Targaryens—of Aenys, of Daenys, and of what their presence might mean for the future. The halls were silent, save for the soft hum of the city’s generators in the distance, their rhythms punctuated by the occasional gust of wind that rattled against the stone.

As he turned a corner, Leto caught sight of Paul, standing alone on a balcony that overlooked the darkened city. His son’s figure was silhouetted against the desert night, his shoulders slightly hunched, his posture pensive. Leto hesitated for a moment, watching Paul from a distance before deciding to approach.

“Paul,” Leto called softly, stepping out onto the balcony beside him. The air was cool, the night breeze carrying with it the faint scent of spice. “It’s late. What are you doing out here?”

Paul turned his head slightly, offering his father a small, distracted smile before returning his gaze to the city below. “I couldn’t sleep,” he admitted, his voice quiet. “It’s… different here. The air, the way the sand moves. It’s not like Caladan.”

Leto nodded, leaning against the stone railing beside his son, his eyes following Paul’s line of sight out over Arrakeen. He had known about Paul’s dreams for some time—visions that seemed to come to the boy in the stillness of night. But it was something Paul always discussed with Jessica, never with him. The Bene Gesserit and their mystical ways had always been something Leto preferred to keep at arm’s length.

But tonight, there was something in Paul’s demeanor that felt different—more troubled, more introspective. Leto watched his son carefully, a frown creasing his brow. “You’ve had dreams again, haven’t you?” he asked, keeping his tone gentle.

Paul’s expression tightened, and he nodded slowly. “Yes. But… I haven’t told Mother or Reverend Mother Mohiam everything about them.”

That admission caught Leto by surprise, and he turned to look at his son more closely, his curiosity piqued. “What do you mean, Paul? What haven’t you told them?”

For a moment, Paul was silent, his gaze distant as he looked out over the darkened city. His hands tightened slightly on the edge of the balcony, as if struggling to find the right words. Finally, he spoke, his voice low and tinged with something Leto could not quite place—wonder, or perhaps fear.

“I see her in my dreams,” Paul said, his eyes distant. “A young woman, with pale hair and lilac eyes. She stands in the middle of the desert, surrounded by fire and shadows, like she’s waiting for something… or someone.”

Leto felt his heart lurch in his chest, a cold realization washing over him. He knew exactly who Paul was describing, though he had never spoken of her to his son. The memory of Daenys Targaryen, you, rose unbidden in his mind.

Paul turned to look at Leto then, his expression strangely serene, as if accepting the strangeness of his visions. “I don’t know what she means, Father,” he continued, his voice barely more than a whisper. “But I feel… like she’s going to become important to you. Like she’s a part of something we can’t see yet.”

Leto swallowed hard, forcing himself to maintain his composure. He reached out, resting a hand on Paul’s shoulder, squeezing gently. “Dreams can be strange things, Paul,” he said, trying to keep his tone steady. “They can show us pieces of a future that may never come to pass.”

Paul looked back out over the city, his expression thoughtful. “Maybe,” he said quietly, but there was a note of certainty in his voice that made Leto uneasy. It was as if Paul already knew that his dreams were more than just figments of his imagination—more like glimpses of a path that was unfolding before them both.

Leto placed a hand on his son’s shoulder, squeezing gently as he tried to offer some measure of comfort. “We will find the answers together, Paul,” he said, though the uncertainty in his own heart made the words feel hollow. “For now, try to rest. The road ahead of us will not be easy.”

Paul gave a small nod, though Leto could see that sleep would not come easily to his son tonight. As Paul turned to make his way back into the stronghold, Leto remained where he was, his mind spinning with the weight of what he had just heard.

The desert winds whispered around him, carrying the scent of spice and secrets. He thought of Daenys, of the dragons she had spoken of, and of the alliance that now bound House Atreides to the mysterious House Targaryen. And for the first time, Leto felt a flicker of something that he had not allowed himself to feel in many years.

Hope.

Yet, as he gazed out over the darkened city of Arrakeen, he knew that hope alone would not be enough to face the trials that lay ahead. There was a storm brewing in the sands, a storm that would reshape the very balance of power in the Imperium. And whether they were ready for it or not, the Atreides would have to ride its winds.

As Leto turned back toward the shelter of the stronghold, he couldn’t shake the image of lilac eyes and pale hair, haunting him like a ghost in the shadows of his thoughts.

The sands of Arrakis stretched out endlessly beneath the midday sun, the heat shimmering over the dunes like a living mirage. On the outskirts of Arrakeen, near a sheltered rocky outcrop, Duke Leto Atreides stood with Paul, Thufir Hawat, Gurney Halleck, and a small contingent of Atreides soldiers. The Fremen had agreed to meet them here—led by Stilgar, a name that had become synonymous with whispers of desert power and a force that even the Harkonnens had respected, albeit grudgingly.

Leto had prepared for this meeting with care, knowing that every gesture, every word, would be scrutinized by the Fremen. They were a proud and secretive people, their ways as unyielding as the desert that had shaped them. The Duke glanced at Paul, noting the determined set of his son’s jaw, the way his gaze swept over the landscape with a focus that was becoming more familiar with each passing day on this harsh world.

“It’s time, Father,” Paul said softly, his voice carrying a note of curiosity and determination.

Leto nodded, his gaze shifting to the horizon, where a line of figures approached through the swirling sand. Duncan Idaho led the way, his stance relaxed but respectful, flanked by Stilgar and a group of Fremen warriors, their stillsuits blending seamlessly with the desert. The Fremen moved with a fluid grace, their crysknives gleaming subtly beneath their robes.

As Duncan and the Fremen closed the distance, Leto stepped forward to meet them, with Paul, Hawat, and Gurney close behind. The air between was charged, a dance of cultures and unspoken histories that loomed like a shadow over the conversation to come.

Stilgar was the first to speak, his voice as rough as the sand but carrying a note of curiosity. “Duke Leto, you honor our meeting. The Atreides have shown respect to the desert people, and that is a rare thing among the offworlders.”

Leto inclined his head, choosing his words carefully. “The respect is mutual, Stilgar. We have much to learn from your people, and I believe we have much to offer in return. The Fremen and the Atreides could be strong together, if we find common ground.”

Stilgar’s sharp eyes studied Leto’s face, searching for any sign of deceit. The Fremen were a proud people, wary of outsiders and protective of their secrets. But there was a glint in Stilgar’s gaze that hinted at something more—perhaps a hope that this alliance could offer the strength his people needed against the Harkonnens and their allies.

Before Stilgar could respond, Leto took a step closer, gesturing to the rocky outcrop where they could sit and speak. “Let us discuss the possibilities of an alliance, Stilgar. Our two peoples have different ways, but I believe we share a common enemy.”

The Fremen leader nodded, gesturing for his men to lower their weapons as a sign of respect. The two groups moved toward the outcrop, finding places among the rocks where they could speak more comfortably. As they settled, Hawat observed the Fremen warriors with a calculating gaze, while Gurney kept one hand close to the baliset slung over his back, as if the music might offer some bridge across the cultural divide.

For a time, the conversation was cautious, each side feeling out the other’s intentions. Leto spoke of his desire to establish a mutually beneficial relationship, offering protection and resources in exchange for the Fremen’s knowledge of the desert and their aid in managing the spice operations. Stilgar listened carefully, weighing Leto’s words, though his own offers were carefully guarded, wrapped in layers of Fremen customs and traditions.

But then, the conversation took a turn that Leto had not expected.

Stilgar leaned forward slightly, his eyes narrowing as he focused on the Duke. “It is said that House Atreides has allied itself with... the dragons.” His words carried a note of challenge, as if daring Leto to confirm or deny the rumors. “Is this true, Duke Leto? Have you thrown in your lot with the Targaryens, who claim to be from beyond the known stars?”

Leto felt a momentary flicker of surprise, but he hid it behind a calm expression. He exchanged a brief glance with Duncan, who seemed uncharacteristically amused, a faint smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

“Yes,” Leto said carefully, choosing honesty over evasion. “House Atreides has encountered the Targaryens, and we have found them to be... worthy allies. They have ancient knowledge, and their strength is not easily dismissed. But we have much to learn about them, as I’m sure you do as well.”

Stilgar’s expression remained inscrutable, but the tension in the air seemed to shift, a subtle shift that hinted at possibilities unspoken. The other Fremen exchanged glances, their thoughts hidden behind their dark eyes, though the mention of dragons clearly stirred something within them.

Gurney, ever the blunt one, turned to Duncan with a raised eyebrow. “What’s with that grin of yours, Duncan? You seem to be enjoying this more than you should.”

Duncan chuckled, the sound dry like the desert winds. “Oh, you could say that, Gurney. There’s... a lot to talk about. And there’s someone who’s very eager to meet with us tomorrow.”

Leto’s curiosity was piqued, but he kept his questions at bay, knowing that Duncan would not speak further on the matter now. Instead, he returned his attention to Stilgar, offering a nod of understanding. “We have seen wonders and dangers in this desert, Stilgar. Perhaps together, we can face what comes next.”

Stilgar studied Leto for a long moment, then gave a slow, measured nod. “Perhaps. But understand this, Duke Leto—our ways are not yours. And we do not trust easily.”

Leto nodded, his expression serious. “Trust must be earned. I understand that well. But I believe we can begin to build it, starting here, today.”

The Fremen leader said nothing more, but the slightest incline of his head suggested that he, too, saw the potential in this alliance, even if he would not yet admit it. And as the sun began to dip lower over the desert, the seeds of an alliance were planted in the sands of Arrakis—though what would grow from those seeds was yet to be seen.

As the two groups parted ways for the night, Duncan caught Leto’s eye, a glint of mischief lingering there. “Rest well, Duke. Tomorrow is going to be... interesting.”

Leto gave him a curious look, but he nodded, allowing himself a small smile. Whatever awaited them tomorrow, he had a feeling that it would bring answers—and perhaps more questions—than any of them expected.

The morning sun cast its first light over the dunes of Arrakis, painting the sands in shades of gold and crimson. The dry winds swept across the landscape, bringing with them the scent of spice that seemed to linger in every breath. In the shadows of the Atreides stronghold, Duke Leto Atreides, Duncan Idaho, and Paul finished donning their stillsuits, the desert gear that would preserve every drop of moisture from their bodies.

Leto adjusted the nose plugs and ensured the seals of his suit were tight. “I trust this Dr. Kynes knows the desert well enough to keep us safe out there?” he asked, glancing at Duncan, his voice carrying a hint of amusement.

Duncan, busy checking the seal straps on his own suit, offered a small, knowing smile. “Oh, Kynes is as much a part of Arrakis as the sands themselves. But as for the... friend I mentioned yesterday, you’ll be meeting her today as well.”

Leto raised an eyebrow, turning his full attention to Duncan. “She will be arriving with Kynes, you say? And perhaps offering another perspective on harvesting?” His curiosity was evident, though he tried to mask it with casual indifference.

Duncan’s smile widened, but he offered no further hints. “Indeed, my Lord. I think you’ll find her... perspective illuminating.”

Leto, now even more intrigued, decided to hold his questions for later, but the anticipation lingered. He adjusted his stillsuit one final time, ensuring that every aspect was in place. He couldn’t shake the feeling that this day would be far from ordinary.

A low hum reached their ears, and the trio turned to see the Ornithopter approaching, its mechanical wings beating rhythmically as it descended toward the landing pad. The wind kicked up a whirlwind of sand as the craft touched down. The door opened, and Dr. Kynes, the Imperial Planetologist, stepped out from the passenger compartment, his face shadowed beneath his desert mask. But it was the figure walking beside him that caused Leto to pause, his breath catching for a moment.

You emerged from the craft, your silver hair glinting in the morning light, and your lilac eyes sharp and clear beneath the dark goggles of a Targaryen-style stillsuit. The suit you wore was sleek, designed with black scales woven into the fabric, giving it an almost dragon-like appearance. It hugged your form while allowing full mobility, a perfect blend of function and aesthetic. Even the tubes and seals of your suit shimmered faintly with an amber glow, marking it as something beyond the standard gear used by the Imperium.

You greeted the Atreides with a confident smile. “Duke Leto, Duncan, and Paul—a pleasure to see you all again.” Your voice was warm, but your gaze lingered for a moment on Paul, as if you recognized something in him.

Paul, for his part, seemed momentarily caught off guard, but he returned the greeting with a faint smile of his own. “Lady Daenys,” he said, the note in his voice catching Leto’s attention. There was a strange recognition there, a familiarity that Leto had not expected. But Paul offered no explanation, and neither did you—leaving Leto to wonder what might lie beneath your exchange.

Duncan, standing beside Leto, watched the interaction with a barely concealed amusement. He had seen the way Leto’s usually composed demeanor shifted slightly at the sight of you, and he couldn’t help but relish the subtle shift in the Duke’s mood.

Leto recovered quickly, offering a courteous nod as he met your gaze. “Lady Daenys, I did not expect to see you here today, but it’s a welcome surprise. I understand you’ll be offering your own insights on our harvest operations?”

You nodded, your expression thoughtful. “Indeed, Duke. House Targaryen has had some time to adjust to the desert ways since our arrival. We’ve learned much from observing the spice flows and the behavior of the sandworms. And I thought it might be... beneficial to see how House Atreides handles these matters firsthand.”

Leto glanced toward Kynes, who watched the exchange with a neutral expression, though there was a gleam of curiosity in his eyes. “How long has your House been on Arrakis?” Leto asked you, his curiosity getting the better of him.

“We arrived not long before you, Duke,” you replied smoothly, adjusting the clasps of your stillsuit. “We’ve established a base near a spice field that House Ix transferred to us as part of a... previous agreement. It has been an enlightening experience, to say the least.”

Leto filed that information away, considering what it might mean for their newfound alliance. He was about to probe further when you flashed him a playful smile. “And, Duke Leto, I'm afraid I was just a passenger on my ride here,” you continued, “and you still owe me a co-pilot ride in one of your Ornithopters. After all, I’ve already flown you in one of our craft. Fair is fair.”

Leto chuckled, feeling a rare lightness in his chest. “I suppose I do, Lady Daenys. Perhaps today we can rectify that oversight.” His stride took on a new energy, a sense of excitement that had been missing since the challenges of their arrival on Arrakis. He gestured toward the Ornithopter, indicating that they should prepare for departure.

As you walked toward the waiting craft, Paul, Duncan, and Kynes fell into step behind, engaging in their own conversation. Paul’s gaze lingered on you for a moment longer, as if he were trying to puzzle out the significance of his dreams, before turning to Kynes. “Dr. Kynes, have you seen harvesters like the ones the Targaryens use?” he asked, his voice curious.

Kynes shook his head, a thoughtful frown creasing his brow. “No, but I’ve heard... rumors of their methods. I would be very interested to see such technology in action.” He cast a sideways glance at Duncan, who smiled knowingly.

Duncan chuckled softly, the amusement still glinting in his eyes. “Well, Dr. Kynes, you may be in for quite a surprise. The Targaryens have a way of doing things that’s... unlike anything we’ve seen before.”

Paul’s gaze shifted back to his father and you, who walked a few paces ahead, your conversation quiet but animated. He noted the way his father’s expression seemed more relaxed, almost eager—a sharp contrast to the stoic Duke who had faced down Harkonnens and Emperors alike. “I’ve never seen him like this,” Paul murmured to Duncan, a faint smile on his lips. “Not over an observation mission.”

Duncan’s grin widened, but he kept his voice low as he replied, “Sometimes, Paul, even a Duke finds a reason to hope again, even if it’s in the middle of the desert.”

The Ornithopter cut through the desert air like a bird of prey, its wings beating rhythmically as it soared over the golden dunes of Arrakis. Inside the craft, Duke Leto Atreides sat in the pilot’s seat, his hands confidently gripping the controls, while you occupied the co-pilot’s seat beside him. In the seats behind you, Paul, Duncan Idaho, and Dr. Kynes observed the desert unfolding beneath them, each with their own thoughts.

Leto's face lit up with an enthusiasm that had been rare in the recent weeks, his usual stoicism replaced by a boyish excitement as he maneuvered the Ornithopter through the air. “You see, Lady Daenys,” he said, glancing at you with a smile, “the design of this Ornithopter allows for both precision and maneuverability. It’s not just a machine—it’s an extension of the pilot. The way it handles in the air, the responsiveness... it’s like flying on instinct.”

You returned his smile, sensing the passion in his words, and leaned closer to study the control panel, genuinely interested. “It’s clear you have a deep connection to this craft, Duke Leto. There’s something... freeing about flying, isn’t there? A sense that, even for a moment, you can escape the burdens of the world below.”

Leto nodded, his eyes brightening even more as he looked back out over the endless sands. “Exactly. It’s that sense of freedom that drew me to flying when I was young, and even now, it never fails to clear my mind.” He caught your gaze, a shared understanding passing between the two of you—one pilot to another.

Behind the two of you, Paul watched in silence, his gaze moving between you and his father. He recognized the ease with which you and Leto spoke, the shared passion for flight and the skies. A small part of him wondered if you, too, had dreams—visions that might mirror his own, though he kept that thought to himself for now, resolving to speak with you about it when the time was right.

As the Ornithopter approached a harvesting site, Kynes leaned forward, gesturing out the window toward the old harvester grinding through the sand below. “There’s the spice harvester. This model has been used for generations. It’s clunky, slow, and requires constant maintenance, but it gets the job done—at least until the Harkonnens left us with half-broken machinery.”

Leto guided the Ornithopter lower, bringing it into a smooth descent so they could observe the harvester at work. “And it’s always vulnerable to sandworms, isn’t it?” Leto remarked, his tone thoughtful as he considered the challenges of operating such a device in a dangerous environment.

Kynes nodded. “Indeed. The vibrations attract the shai-hulud, which means that every operation is a race against time. The carryalls need to be ready to lift the harvester out the moment the wormsign is detected.”

Duncan, who had been watching the scene with a wry smile, turned to you, a knowing glint in his eyes. “Lady Daenys, I think it’s time you call it in.”

You raised an eyebrow, catching the confusion on Leto’s and Kynes’s faces, but you couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips. You tapped a small device strapped to your wrist, the interface glowing softly as you issued a silent command.

A moment later, the air shimmered in the distance, and a Targaryen Harvester appeared from over the ridge, its black hull gleaming in the sunlight. It glided almost silently across the sands, its wing-like extensions unfolding with a mechanical grace as it hovered above the spice field. The amber lights of the siphoning arrays pulsed softly as the device began its work, drawing in the sand and spice with a precision that left the old harvester looking like a relic of a bygone era.

Kynes’s eyes widened, his curiosity fully engaged as he leaned forward to study the Targaryen harvester. “Incredible,” he murmured, more to himself than to anyone else. “I’ve never seen such... efficiency. It doesn’t disturb the sand nearly as much as ours—no wonder the sandworms don’t react.”

Leto turned to you, watching the harvester’s smooth operation with undisguised interest. “Your harvesters operate almost without sound, and they’re far more efficient than anything the Imperium uses. But what of the pilot? Is it safe for them?”

You smiled, glancing back at the Targaryen harvester with a touch of pride. “The pilot isn’t even inside the machine, Duke. They’re currently sitting comfortably in our command center, controlling the entire operation remotely.”

Duncan couldn’t help but chuckle at the stunned expressions on Leto’s and Kynes’s faces. “And that’s not all, my Lord. I managed to negotiate a deal for two of these with House Targaryen. If you’re interested, we could see them added to our harvesting operations.”

Leto turned his gaze from Duncan back to you, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. There was a gleam in his eye—a combination of admiration for the technology and something else as he regarded you. “I’d be more than happy to approve this exchange, Lady Daenys. And if there’s anything House Atreides can offer in return—resources, support—you need only ask.”

You returned his smile, inclining your head slightly in a gesture of respect. “I’ll make sure to send the technical details of our harvesters, Duke Leto, before the shipment arrives. And as for what House Targaryen may require... we’ll keep that in mind.”

The Ornithopter descended smoothly over Arrakeen, its wings folding as it settled onto the landing platform within the Atreides stronghold. The afternoon sun cast rays across the city, painting the dusty streets and sandstone buildings in shades of burnished gold. As the engines wound down, Duke Leto, Paul, Duncan, Kynes, and you stepped out onto the platform, greeted by the dry desert wind.

Dr. Kynes turned to you with an eager glint in his eyes, the excitement of discovery still fresh on his face after observing the Targaryen harvester in action. “Lady Daenys,” he began, adjusting the straps of his still-suit with a practiced motion, “I must admit, your technology has piqued my interest more than I anticipated. If it’s agreeable, I’d like to accompany you back to your base—to observe more of your harvesting methods and learn about your inventions. I believe their impact on Arrakis could be... substantial.”

You regarded him with a thoughtful expression, weighing his request before nodding. “I would welcome your company, Dr. Kynes. It would be good for you to see the full scope of what House Targaryen is working on here. Perhaps it will shed new light on the desert’s secrets.”

As you exchanged words with Kynes, Leto turned to you, a shadow of disappointment crossing his face. He tried to keep his voice steady, but a trace of the emotion slipped through. “You’re leaving already?” he asked, his tone carefully casual, though his eyes betrayed his reluctance.

You offered him a soft smile, understanding the sentiment behind his question. “My House needs me, Duke Leto. There’s much to oversee, especially with the changes underway. But... I promise, we’ll keep in touch. There’s much more for us to learn from each other, I think.”

Leto’s shoulders relaxed slightly, but the disheartened look in his eyes didn’t fade entirely. He offered a polite nod, trying to mask the reluctance in his farewell. “I understand, Lady Daenys. I look forward to the next time we meet. Until then... take care.”

You inclined your head in return, sensing the weight behind his words. “And you as well, Duke Leto. May your House find strength on these sands.”

Duncan stepped forward, a knowing smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he clasped your hand in farewell. “Safe travels, Lady Daenys. We’ll be waiting to see what surprises you bring next time.”

You chuckled softly, returning the handshake. “Thank you, Duncan. I’m sure our paths will cross again soon.”

As the exchange continued, Paul stepped forward, his gaze meeting yours with a mixture of curiosity and certainty. There was a depth in his eyes, a question that had gone unspoken between you since your first encounter. “Goodbye, Lady Daenys,” he said quietly, his voice steady but carrying a hint of something more.

You met his gaze, and for a moment, it was as if the world around you faded, leaving only the two of you standing amidst the swirling sands of dreams and visions. The look you gave him was one of recognition, mirroring the feeling that had lingered between you from the beginning. You saw it in his eyes too—the understanding that this was more than a simple farewell, that the threads of fate had already woven you both into a larger tapestry.

Paul felt a shiver run through him, a certainty settling in his mind. You had seen him, just as he had seen you—be it through dreams or visions, or some deeper connection that neither of you fully understood. But the time for such revelations had not yet come, and so he held his tongue, offering only a small nod as you turned away.

You boarded the Ornithopter with Kynes, the wind whipping through your silver hair as the engines roared to life. As the craft lifted off, you cast a final glance back at the Atreides—at Leto, standing tall yet burdened, at Duncan with his knowing smile, and at Paul, watching you with a gaze that seemed to see more than the physical world. You could feel the weight of your departure in the air, the unspoken promises and uncertainties that lingered between you.

Leto watched as the Ornithopter carrying you and Kynes rose into the sky, disappearing beyond the rocky cliffs that surrounded Arrakeen. He sighed softly, turning back to Duncan, Paul, and the others with a final glance toward the horizon.

“She’ll be back,” Duncan said, his voice filled with a confidence that made Leto turn to him, one eyebrow raised. “You can count on that, my Lord.”

Leto offered a faint smile, though the look in his eyes remained distant. “I hope you’re right, Duncan. Because something tells me we’re going to need all the allies we can find before this is over.”

And as the dust settled on the landing pad, the Duke of House Atreides turned back toward the stronghold, his thoughts filled with the future—and the dragons that had begun to shape it.

The light from the holo projector bathed Duke Leto Atreides in a soft blue glow, casting shifting patterns across the walls of his study in Arrakeen. The projected image spun before him, displaying the capabilities of the two Targaryen harvesters that House Atreides would soon receive. The intricate schematics detailed the harvesting arrays, the stealth technology, and the energy-efficient siphoning systems powered by drakaon crystals. Every aspect of their design spoke of elegance and efficiency, a far cry from the cumbersome machines left behind by the Harkonnens.

Leto leaned forward, fingers tracing the air as he scrolled through the holo data. He was impressed, far more than he had expected to be. This technology would change everything for their operations on Arrakis—faster, quieter, and less detectable by sandworms. It was a game-changer. And beyond the technological marvel, there was another thought that brought a rare smile to his lips: you would be the one to officiate the exchange when the time came.

Lost in his thoughts, Leto crafted a message to send to House Targaryen. He listed the resources that House Atreides would offer in return—spice, water, agricultural equipment, and mineral rights that could prove valuable even beyond Arrakis. He reviewed the message twice before sending it, imagining the look on your face when you received it. Would you be pleased, perhaps even impressed by the deal he had arranged?

His thoughts drifted to your smile, the way your lilac eyes had held his gaze with that unspoken understanding. He had not felt this sense of anticipation in a long time, and it made him feel... younger, somehow. But before he could delve deeper into the thoughts that had begun to circle in his mind ever since Arctis, a soft knock sounded at the door.

Leto straightened, clearing his expression before calling, “Enter.”

The door slid open, revealing Lady Jessica. She stepped inside, her Bene Gesserit robes rustling softly as she moved. Her green eyes, always sharp and perceptive, quickly took in the scene before her—the holo projector, the schematics of the Targaryen harvesters, and the faint smile that had not yet fully faded from Leto’s lips.

Jessica’s gaze settled on him, her expression unreadable. “You seem... pleased, Leto. Is this about the new harvesters?”

Leto’s smile faltered slightly, but he nodded, gesturing toward the holographic display. “Yes, they’re... remarkable machines, Jessica. They could change the way we harvest spice, make our operations safer and more efficient. The Targaryens have outdone themselves.”

Jessica stepped closer, her eyes narrowing as she studied the projections. But her attention quickly shifted back to Leto’s face, the excitement still lingering in his eyes. “I see,” she said, her voice low, carrying an edge of caution. “But you know, Leto, you are playing a dangerous game. First, you showed public support for House Targaryen at the Landsraad summit, and now you’re engaging in trade with them. This will draw the Emperor’s attention, and the Sisterhood will not be pleased.”

Leto’s expression hardened at her words, a defensive edge creeping into his voice. “You think I don’t know that, Jessica? I know the risks, but I also see the opportunities. And it’s not just about politics. These harvesters will help us secure our position on Arrakis, make our people safer.”

Jessica’s eyes studied him, searching for something deeper. Her voice took on a subtle, probing quality, one that Leto recognized as the Bene Gesserit training she rarely employed with him. “It’s not just about harvesters, is it, Leto?” she asked, her tone growing softer, more insidious. “You speak of opportunities, but there is something more. Why are you so eager for this alliance, so willing to take these risks?”

Leto turned away from her, trying to maintain control over his expression. He moved toward the holo projector, as if the glowing display could shield him from her penetrating gaze. “I have always sought the best for House Atreides, Jessica. I don’t need to justify my decisions to you.”

But Jessica was not so easily deterred. She took a step closer, her presence a quiet pressure at his back. “Perhaps not,” she murmured, “but you are not yourself. Ever since you returned from Arctis, you’ve been... distracted. And it isn’t just because of the half-truths you told about encountering the Targaryens. There is something more. Something... someone, perhaps?”

Her words were like a knife, cutting through the defenses he had built around his thoughts. Leto’s fingers tightened around the edge of the projector, his jaw clenching as he tried to keep his voice steady. “That’s enough, Jessica. This is not a matter for your order to meddle in.”

But Jessica’s eyes flashed with sudden understanding, and a faint smile touched her lips as she caught the slight change in his tone. “Daenys,” she said softly, watching his reaction with a keen gaze. “It’s her, isn’t it? The Targaryen woman. I hear it in your voice when you say her name.”

Leto flinched, turning to face her, his expression taut with frustration. “This isn’t about her,” he insisted, but even as he spoke the words, he knew they rang hollow. He could feel Jessica’s scrutiny digging into him, unraveling the emotions he had tried to keep buried.

Jessica tilted her head, her smile fading as she studied him with a mixture of pity and worry. “You can’t hide it from me, Leto. I am Bene Gesserit, trained to read the subtle signs. You think you can keep your secrets, but they are written all over your face. Daenys means something to you—more than you want to admit, even to yourself.”

Leto’s shoulders sagged, the weight of her words pressing down on him. He turned away from her again, unable to bear the intensity of her gaze. “It doesn’t matter,” he said quietly, his voice rough with the strain of his own conflicted feelings. “Whatever I feel, it cannot change the reality of our situation.”

Jessica’s expression softened, but her voice remained firm. “It matters, Leto. It matters because you are letting it cloud your judgment. You are placing House Atreides in the middle of a storm, and you are allowing your feelings for this woman to guide your decisions.”

Leto closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath as he tried to regain his composure. When he spoke again, his voice was steadier, though the pain behind it was still evident. “I am doing what I believe is right for our House. And yes... she is part of that, but not in the way you think. She represents a chance—a chance for change, for hope.”

Jessica’s silence was long and contemplative, her gaze lingering on his face. “I see,” she said at last, her voice barely more than a whisper. “But be careful, Leto. For your sake, and for Paul’s. The Sisterhood does not look kindly on... attachments that conflict with their plans.”

Leto said nothing in response, his thoughts turning inward, to you—the woman who had become a complication in his carefully ordered world. As Jessica left the study, her footsteps echoing in the quiet hall, he turned back to the holo projector, but the words and images no longer held his attention. His thoughts were far away, carried across the dunes to wherever you might be.

And in that moment, he knew that he was playing a dangerous game—not only with politics and alliances, but with his own heart.

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