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allbark-no-bite · 11 months ago

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cain complex.

damon salvatore x reader (wc: 3.6k)

summary: he was the righteous brother, ever faithful and always gentle. and then there was Damon, dark and volatile with his ravenous Cain complex

warnings: angst, character death

author’s note: please note that this has nothing to do with the actual plot of TVD. this one’s been along time coming. ik people have a lot of mixed feelings about Damon so do with this what you will

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You started going to therapy again, per Ric's request. He hadn't forced you to go of course, he didn't feel that it was his place to tell you what do. Even though he did feel responsible for looking after you and Jeremy, it seemed as though the two of you looked after him just as much, and really it felt weird to enforce anything under the guise of being your parent.

While he did technically assume guardianship and enforced the unavoidable things like school and general safety, he had a tendency to make other things appear as mere suggestions. Such as one am curfews and therapy.

"It's just—I don't know. Just be a normal teenager. Teenagers go to therapy all the time. That's like the thing now," he'd said one morning while rinsing off dishes in the kitchen sink. And while he had been nonchalant about the suggestion, you knew he was really hoping you would take him up on the offer. Maybe Ric was right, it was time to do normal non-vampire teenager things.

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"You said you're still sleeping at his house?"

His voice sounds contemplative, even a little concerned. "You know that while it's okay to want some alone time to process, it's better to surround yourself with people that you care about and who care about you. Maybe Ric or even one of your friends could stay with you?"

Ric had pulled a few strings at the university and gotten in touch with a friend of Isabel's who was familiar with the whole supernatural vampire situation. So while he hadn't particularly been taken by surprise by anything you had told him, there are still somethings that you don't know how to explain.

A light, airy laugh leaves your mouth as you wipe the wetness away from your eyes, stalling in hopes that there's a better way to explain that you're not there alone. "Well... there's Damon."

Damon, who without question, took away the worst suffering imaginable from your little brother. Damon, who time and time again, made sure your family was safe. Damon, who fought his way into your life and never left.

He actually pauses and looks up from his notes. This is the first time that you have seen him look surprised after nearly two weeks of sessions.

"You're staying with Damon?"

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You feel him even before you see him at the funeral. His presence has always been like that, not quite smothering but certainly there. Alway there. His shoulder brushes yours to formally announce his arrival.

"Hey," he offers lowly, his smooth voice as level and unwavering as ever.

"Hey," you breathe back as you turn, looking up to meet his sharp eyes. They're intensified by a subtle redness around his irises. It is strange to think you had found them unnerving at first. Admittedly, their unnatural blueness was shocking to everyone. They were the eyes of a natural born predator, startling as much as they were cunning.

The crisp black suit hugs his broad shoulders in a presidentially confident manner. It's a noticeable difference as compared to how you are so used to seeing him, untamed and bestial. You're reminded of a wolf in captivity, controlled but only because he has momentarily allowed it.

Damon sighs heavily, like it's the first real breath he's taken in a while. "As someone who did not die when they should have over two hundred years ago, I can't say this ever gets any easier."

"It's not supposed to be easy. You're brothers, Damon."

He snorts, his shiny blue eyes fixed ahead on the casket. "So were Cain and Abel. Need I remind you of how that ended?" His voice comes out dry and ends with his signature humorous lilt that borderlines on insensitive; defiantly not how you would expect one who just lost their brother to sound.

Used to Damon's sarcasm by now, you recognize the bitterness in it. You know that no matter how many fights they had, no matter how much they disagreed, they would always forgive each other in the end. You wouldn't go as far as to say that they loved each other, they had both caused each other too much pain for that, but they were so devoted to keeping the other alive that sometimes the lines blurred. They were loyal like dogs, the Salvatores.

As if to address the silence that has washed over the two of you, he finally says, "We'll get over this."

"I know," you say, staring ahead at the casket.

When you don't look at him, he says it again. "I mean it, (Y/n). We're going to be okay."

Your throat is tight and all you can do is stare ahead as you fight the losing battle of not crying. "I know," you say again, but this time your voice cracks.

Damon sighs. "C'mere," he says, extending his hand out to you and pulling you in under his arm. Suddenly needing his embrace, you give in and turn to wrap your arms around him, your hands sliding under his suit jacket to feel the leanness of his body hidden beneath. You burrow into his chest, trying and failing to muffle your own sobs. With a sigh, Damon rests his chin on the top of your head. He allows you to stand there and just cry for a while, humming so that you can feel the vibrations of his throat.

When your tears stop and you go quiet in his arms, Damon pulls away from you just slightly to push the hair away from your face. Leaning down, he runs his perfectly sculpted nose along your throat, under your jaw, and up your cheek. You can tell by the way he breathes that the kind of respect that you're asking him for is causing him real, physical pain. You are pressed so close that you get the sense he is trying to make this enough.

"He loved you," he whispers, his mouth hot against your cheek. "He loved you so much."

You shut your eyes, fighting back more tears and try to will away the grief that is clawing it's way up your throat. Instead you think about the firm muscle of Damon's arms around you and the raw familiarity of his body on yours. Sure, you had loved Stefan, but Damon was no stranger.

"I loved you too," he murmurs, speaking into your shoulder. "And I know that I'm not Stefan—but god I loved you. I still love you."

I know, you want to say. I know. But you can't quite find the words and Damon doesn't push you to.

He just hugs you like he knows it might be the last time. Because after this you'll need space and time to heal, and he'll give it to you. Unwillingly, but he'll give it to you. You deserved that much.

You want to tell him that you will never learn how to love anyone quite like him. Because he had rearranged your ribs and crawled into you at some point without the intention to stay. But instead you don't say anything because you're not ready yet, don't know if you'll ever be again, and you don't want to make promises that you can't keep.

Regardless of the contradiction to the space that you have asked for, most nights you still find yourself in the Salvatore manor, like a dog waiting for someone who's never going to return home. You know that Ric would rather you home, and you've tried explaining to him your need to be there, but you really don't even understand it yourself. Sometimes you spend days there at a time, lingering between the kitchen, the sofa, and one of the spare bedrooms without much of a routine.

Damon's heavy weight shifts the bed as he eases onto the mattress behind you, having found you in one of the many spare bedrooms after his shower. He is the exception to your lack of routine. He shapes his body around yours with practiced ease. A sigh escapes his nose as he settles in, his nose in your hair, chest pressed to your back. You hug your arms around yourself tighter, as if that could somehow communicate to him that you need to feel his closeness. It does, and his arms encircling your waist tighten. Neither of you say anything for a long time.

He has been quiet for weeks now, uncharacteristically so. Maybe part of it is due to the lack of bristling arguments with Stefan. The two of you have learned to live around each other surprisingly well. Much like two ghosts inhabiting a big empty house. Somehow you keep ending up in the same bed.

You turn to face him, the sheets shuffling as you move. His hand lifts from your waist, hovering to allow you the initiation of any sort of contact. Even before now, he has always kept a big brotherly distance from you; respectful but achingly familiar.

You move your head so that you are both sharing the same pillow, your bodies only separated by a sliver of space in between. Lifting your own hand from beneath the sheets, you grab his wrist and place his palm on your waist. The corners of his mouth vaguely lift into a smile. Your chest feels surprisingly light at the sight of it. Damon has always been breathtakingly handsome.

But he's always been Damon.

His fingertips trail up from your waist. He runs them up and down the ridges of your ribs, the blunt of his nails barely grazing your skin. His heavy hand slips up your body to cradle your cheek, his blue eyes wandering over your face while his thumb caresses your cheekbone. You tilt your chin up towards him so that your noses brush. Damon swallows and his lips part, exhaling softly.

His brow is less tense that you have seen it in a long time. No longer set with that look of insistent worry. You don't mean for him to worry so much about you.

"This doesn't have to be anything more than you want it to be," he murmurs, stopping you before you both edge too close.

Normally anyone would have taken this as some sort of forewarning, a reminder that he is not responsible for whatever follows after. This is Damon after all. All the same, you see it in his eyes that this isn't him warning you. He really means it; whatever you choose, it's fine. He'll be fine.

The reality of his continuous presence has just begun to sink in. It has been in the forefront of your mind that he's been restraining himself, hoping that eventually this transitionary stage will fade into something more. You have never imagined that he would settle for what little you're giving him. It is so uncharacteristic of him, to settle for anything less than everything.

This change that has happened within him, you have been blind to. There was a reason you had fallen for Stefan. He was the righteous brother, ever faithful and always gentle. And then there was Damon, dark and volatile with his ravenous Cain complex. Never would you have described Damon as compromising and steadfast, but here he is, laying beside you, saying that he would be content with nothing more other than to lie next to you and exist in your presence.

You grab his hand with your own, following his fingers as they glide down to your neck. "That's a heavy promise for a man who's going to live forever."

Damon thumbs at the hollow of your throat, but his blue eyes are fixed on your own. "Even if I had a thousand lifetimes, I would spend all but one choosing you."

"And with that one?" you ask, swallowing beneath his touch.

He sighs, still smiling faintly. "I would step back. Give you your happy ending with him." Only the slight twitch of the corner of his mouth gives him away. That was his one tell, that self deprecating look.

"I am happy," you assure him.

"But I'm not Stefan."

You don't say anything for a moment. Instead you prolong your gaze on his face, taking in the undeniable attractiveness of it. Now that you think about it, you can't even pin down the moment where you started allowing yourself to even consider such a thought. At what point had you started to think of him as anything more than a friend?

"No, you're not."

He swallows, and for the first time tonight, the look in his eyes is hurt. "And that's it? It's just always going to be Stefan?"

You want to be able to tell him that you're moving on, it's just that it still feels like you're hurting all of the time. "I don't know. Maybe if I had met you first..."

Damon's eyes look away, like he's taking a moment to compose himself, before he sighs. "Right... right."

*four years ago*

"New OR–LINS."

"New Orleenz."

"No!" you exclaim, your chest squeezing tight due to lack of air it's getting from laughing and the intensity of his million watt smile.

Damon grins lazily, his pearly white teeth on display again. "I'm telling you, my parents are from the south. It's New Orleens."

The action only seems to make your chest tighter. You feel slightly dizzy from a combination of the champagne and electric nerves. All you can seem do is laugh at the earnesty in his voice and hope he blames your flushed cheeks on the alcohol.

Damon Salvatore. The mystery man of Mystic Falls. He's got a front page picture face with all of the amenities: unsettling, crystal blue eyes, jet black hair, and a wicked smile. The same smile that is currently rendering you speechless.

"You're staring."

Quickly, you tear your eyes away from his face. You glance to his nearly empty glass of whiskey and then back to his now smirking face. "Sorry," you reply, embarrassed at having been caught staring. You were a grown woman, not some teenage girl fawning over an older guy. And he was older, you just couldn't put your finger on how much older.

Damon just grins wryly, his pink lips pressed together to conceal most of his smile. He hums, sitting back on the bar stool. "It's okay. You're not the only one."

You glance over your shoulder and make eye contact with Matt. He stares back at you with that signature worried expression on his face. You sigh and turn back towards the bar, acting as though you didn't just see him.

You haven't talked for most of the night and it's looking like it might be better if you kept it that way. You'd fought again over his parents. It wasn't his fault. None of it was. He was Matt, your best friend since elementary school for god's sake. Matt, who was caring and loving and honest and too good to you.

You focus on the little bit of champagne left in your glass. You can feel the burn of Damon's eyes on you.

"Hey, I get it. It's okay," he assures you. His hand settles on your knee under the bar. It's not nearly as warm as you were expecting it to be but it still makes your skin feel hot.

You sigh, unable to look at him and staring to realize that what you're doing is ridiculous. You had a boyfriend. It was wrong for you to be sitting here, talking with a random man and letting him but you drinks. Even if he was gorgeous.

You want to ask him if he has a girlfriend because maybe that would make this whole thing a little bit easier to take. Then you could just get up and walk away. But you can't bring yourself to even look him, much less say anything to his face. Maybe you don't even want to know. Him being single would make this whole thing worse. It would put the ball back in your field.

"Is everything alright?" he asks, leaning in. This time his hand travels further up your knee. His cologne is overwhelming in the sense that if you don't get away from him, you'll do something irrational.

"Excuse me," you manage, jumping up from your seat and tipping the stool as you go. You don't wait to see if it falls because you can't risk looking back at his face.

Your feet carry you in the direction of Caroline and Bonnie, brushing directly past Matt, who you try not to look at. Thankfully he doesn't try to stop you. When you reach your friends, Caroline turns towards you smiling, but it grows smaller as she takes in your look of urgency.

"Hey!— What's wrong? Is everything okay?" Her hand finds your elbow, the worry on her face evident.

You place your hand on top of hers. "Really, it's nothing. I'm fine. Just some random guy at the bar," you reassure her, feeling your heat rate as it begins to settle.

A look of gentle understanding crosses her face and she gives your arm a reassuring squeeze. "Things are going to work out between you and Matt. I know they will. Okay?"

You swallow and try not to let her see the doubt on your own face. "I know. Thanks, Care."

This time she breaks out into a real smile, grabbing your hand. "Now come on! Let's dance!"

You allow her to drag out onto the middle of the floor in the grill, meeting up with Bonnie. It's easy to let your worries go for even just a little while when you're with them. It's a Friday night and you're with your best friends and there's absolutely nothing to worry about. It's kinda of like what they say, nothing bad ever happens in Mystic Falls.

"I'm going to take it as a compliment that you're talking to everyone here but me."

The voice coming from behind you makes you jump. You hadn't even heard his footsteps coming up behind you. It was like he had appeared out of thin air. You could have sworn he wasn't there a moment ago.

You'd stepped out of the backdoor of The Grill for a moment, needing some fresh air. More like needing to get away from Matt's wounded puppy dog eyes, but air all the same. You had nearly all but forgotten the handsome stranger at the bar until now.

Damon approaches you, his hands hidden in the pockets of his black leather jacket. He looks no less confident than he did earlier at the bar, that easy smile still on his lips, charming blue eyes shining in the moonlight.

"You gotta be careful. They say there are vampires around here."

For once you allow your shoulders to relax, and you let out a sigh. "Hey. I'm sorry," you begin, shaking your head. "I'm having a rough night. It's just that I'm probably about to break up with my boyfriend except I'm not supposed to break up with him because he's perfect. But then he starts talking about getting married and I'm not ready to get married. I'm barley nineteen—"

Damon just stands there, listening quietly to your rant and watching you with curious eyes. That's all you've wanted for past week. Just someone to listen without trying to convince you that Matt was the perfect guy.

Even when your rant ends, Damon remains quiet. He sucks on his pearly teeth before replying. "Sometimes just because he's the perfect guy doesn't mean he's the right guy. You can take it from me when I say I don't regret not being the perfect guy." His face pinches briefly into something that looks like hurt as he says, "It's no fun anyway."

Admittedly, you kind of laugh at his revelation. "Because you would know all about that. Have you looked in a mirror lately, Damon? In what world are you not perfect?"

His mouth twitches up but he doesn't really make the effort to smile. "You'd be surprised."

You swallow, watching him as he walks a bit closer. "What do you mean?"

"Do you have any idea what it's like to no longer be human?" Your brows furrow but Damon cuts you off before you can answer. "You don't. It's terrible. I hate it. I hate it more than anything in the world. But what I hate even more is that you're going to have to forget about me."

His hand cups your cheek and you know you need to step back, you need to get away from him, but your legs are frozen and you can't move. Your heart is back to pounding in your chest like it was earlier. You want to scream. For anyone, for Matt, but Damon's hand is cupping your jaw and he could shut you up the second you opened your mouth.

His blue eyes are staring directly into yours. They're just as unsettling as they were when he caught your eye at the bar earlier. What is possibly even more terrifying is that you can't look away.

And then he's just... gone.

Your heart is still thumping in your chest, but when you look around, there's no one there.

Had you been talking to someone?

*present day*

There's something that he's not telling you, but you won't push him to, not right now. Right now it's good to just lay with him and know that you're both here and that he's not going anywhere.

He could tell you. He could be selfish and tell you that he did meet you first. That you were never Stefan's to begin with.

But that's the thing about being Cain. He will always be his brother's keeper.

#damon salvatore #damon salvatore x reader #damon salvatore imagine #damon salvatore x y/n #the vampire diaries #tvd #tvd imagines

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lilys0evil0twin · 2 years ago

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Yandere Adam nsfw headcanons ( Record of Ragnarok )

Uuuuuuhhhhhh get ready for a ride, I put both sfw and nsfw since I came up with the whole story and needed it written 😂

SFW

Adam is an interesting yandere

Despite having a beautiful woman and two sons, whom he's very found of, Adam felt ... Bored? Trapped? Tired of the same thing? ... Uncomplete?

But what could be the reason, he has everything he ever wanted, he has peace, a loving family, save home.... Total Paradise

And yet it was not enough

After their banishment from the Paradise, the first humans explored the earth, their new home, except they weren't alone

After seeing you for the first time, Adam knew you all should stick together, call it an animal instinct, a hunch if you will, but Adam's urgue rooted from something else

His sons Abel and Cain were enthusiastic about you joining too, a lil more than Eve but she was happy for her husband nonetheless

You on the other hand had this feeling of uneasiness, sure you'd accepted the offer right away, it better to be together than alone, and despite you felt more save with them, there was still this little cricket chirping in your ear

You fell into the family relatively quickly, Abel and Cain saw you as another parent those two pranksters loved your hugs and kisses

Eve, being the kindhearted girl she is, accepted you surprisingly quickly, she admired how her sons loved you and you handled them with ease, she loves talking to you when out gathering fruits, flowers and herbs

And then there's Adam, he kept his distance, straining away from physical touch (such as hugs, cuddles or sleeping on each other to maintain warmth) yet he kept you safe, fed and happy

Never saying it out loud, but he hated how his sons loved you, how comfortable they were around you, how comfortable you were with them touching you

He taught them not to take what's not theirs

So one time he just decided it's enough and told his sons off, he taught them about hierarchy of this family

NSFW

When the time comes, Adam feels this tingling in his abdomen

He's even more distant and keeps to himself, but acts more predator like

Staring unblinkingly from across the field, like he wants to hunt you, like you're his pray

Remember how he taught Abel and Cain a lesson? well now they're not allowed to even exist near you or him

Adams mood really determines his actions, he may be cold and feral or warms and soft

Either it is the time to fuck is when he says it's time to fuck, doesn't really care if you or him are doing something or if you don't want to, doesn't really care where you are or if you're alone

One second you may be climbing up the tree for sweet apple and the next he's pounding into you, or you may be looking over Abel and Cain with Eve and then you're held down with Adam between your legs keeping your ankles on his shoulders

Most of the times, it's right after the thought strucks his mind, and wearing only leafs or plants for coverage it's just an easy access

As said before, his mood palys the main cards in his actions

If he's calm and happy, just a little horny, he'll enjoy his time with you and will make sure you do too

Vice versa when he's not in the best mood or god forbid if he's angry over his sons and whatnot, this reflects on his behavior

Not that he's verbal or shows his anger nor directs it to you, no rather fucks you till you pass out, moving faster harder and cares very little about your sweet sports

Either of these sessions never end after one round, no no Adam is going till his balls are empty, until he can't cum anymore

Adam never lets any of his precious seed get wasted, whatever position you're in, his cum ends up inside, doesn't matter where, but it needs to stay inside

That is why he's doing it, that's how he understands ejaculation in general, why would his body excerete something when it's not supposed to stay in the other?

Eve learned to accept you as another partner of her husband and if Adam alows it she'll be happy to join~

#record of ragnarok smut #record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok x reader #ror x reader #ror adam #shuumatsu no valkyrie #snv x reader #snv adam #yandere #yandere smut #yandere boy #x reader smut

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cakerybakery · 10 days ago

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You know how some stories take place in worlds with humans with animal features. I’d like to do something like that.

Modern/human AU with Bunny Adam and Snake Lucifer, but also with some of the alpha/beta/omega stuff. But dependant on species.

Like rabbits being almost always omegas. Snakes being classified as always betas but that’s more because they’re solitary creatures and fall outside of the spectrum.

He and Lilith have always been each other’s mates through the snake mating season, taking precautions as they didn’t want kids, it failed once. That ended their relationship. Still friends but after Charlie was born Lilith got spayed cause fuck that noise, and a pleasant side effect is she no longer has a mating season. Lucifer does like kids and wants them, he’s just different from other snakes cause he wants to be with someone instead of the traditional snake household where they live separately and kids go between the homes. So he didn’t want kids with another snake but finds it hard to meet other hybrids since they think he’s not serious.

Charlie is like him. She’s dating Vaggie, a hawk. And Lucifer is happy for her and a little jealous that his nearly grown daughter was able to find someone that looked past her being a snake. But she always was more outgoing than he was.

Adam is an anomaly as well. He’s big like a rare alpha but he can get pregnant like an omega. His ex-Eve is nice but they didn’t work out. Omega/omega pairs are common among rabbits. So is having multiple partners. No one bats an eye at large families of several adults and children whom just belong to the whole family unit. But just pairs exist too. Adam wants to be part of a pair but Eve found she preferred multiple partners.

They have pair of boys, both singletons carried by each other them around the same time. Adam carried Cain and Eve carried Abel. Twins are the norm, but they’re both a little glad the boys were singletons as they’d only two of them. Generally rabbits take turns having babies, due to the norm being multiples and their large families. Both of them being pregnant at around the same time was an accident.

Most people are disappointed because Adam looks like an alpha, and no one has ever met an alpha with less than two other partners. And they’d be fine with his being an omega but people who are initially attracted to him for thinking he’s an alpha also want multiple partners and so aren’t interested in just being a monogamous pair. He has trouble meeting other monogamous omegas.

Of course Adam and Lucifer end up crossing paths. Not sure how. Maybe something for their kids. Ohh or a speed dating event.

They’re the odd pair out. A snake that wants a relationship? An alpha looking rabbit that only wants one partner? Maybe they start talking during a break.

It’s a little odd, but, why not give it a shot? They find being the odd one out is actually something they have in common.

Snakes are generally thought to be cold but Lucifer gushes about Charlie. And finds Lucifer to be romantic. It was weird that Lucifer brought him a live mouse on their first date, Adam kept it as a pet. Lucifer forgot that rabbits don’t eat mice, and promised not to eat mister squeakers. Their next date he brought a bouquet of clover that Adam put in the fridge to save to eat for later.

Lucifer thought rabbits were always horny and in heat, but learned that rabbits don’t ovulate until after they’ve had sex. That big families aren’t just because they can’t control themselves but because they want big families.

They both want, maybe not big families, but a couple more kids.

Mixed homes aren’t very common, but they’re used to being the odd ones out.

Aaaannnnddd just thought of the name. Brainstorming rocks.

#hazbin hotel adam #adamsapple #hazbin hotel lucifer #adam x lucifer #Odd Ones Out AU

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matan4il · 10 months ago

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Daily update post:

Another independent Palestinian terrorist attack happened today, wounding two Palestinians who happened to drive by the terrorists, who intended to shoot at Israeli soldiers. The IDF neutralized them, while one soldier's life was saved thanks to his gear (I found the report on the shooting terrorist attack in both Hebrew and English, I only found the info on the two wounded Palestinians in Hebrew).

During the International Court of Justice's decision regarding provisional measures against Israel, only the majority opinion was read out loud. The minority opinion was published separately. The short of it is that the judge from Uganda found that South Africa didn't have a right to make this case at all, and therefore decided against every single provisional measure SA asked for, while the Israeli judge had the same conclusion, and a few words to add, as a child survivor of the Holocaust. He wrote, among other things, "Genocide is not just a word to me" (a sentiment that should be shared by everyone, not just survivors of genocide, IMO) and that essentially, the ICJ became a stage to put Able on trial for having been murdered by Cain, or in Barak's words, by focusing on Israel instead of on Hamas, South Africa "wrongly sought to impute the crime of Cain to Abel."

This footage aired a few days ago, but since I couldn't find it anywhere in English, I ended up editing it out of an article in Hebrew. What you can see here are two things... First, you'll see the Israeli Air Force following a Hamas squad, where the terrorists are carrying RPGs and going into a building. The IAF then strikes from the air that building, and what really stands out is the secondary explosions after the initial hit, indicating that the building was full of explosives. Second, you'll see Gazans evacuating to safety. As they do, they chant against Hamas. But what really got to me is how they're moving slowly next to Israeli tanks. If they were scared that the Israeli army would shoot at them indiscrimintaely as part of some attempted genocide, they would be rushing it out of there, and likely they wouldn't have even stepped anywhere near the tanks. They can walk slowly next to the IDF, because they're sure that the Israeli soldiers are NOT going to fire at them.

In the last couple of days, we've had repeated reports of Israelis being injured by Hezbollah fire into northern Israel (after civilian communities were continuously targeted, and people got killed by this Iran-funded terrorist group), and that IDF units which have concluded their fighting in Gaza, are now starting to train for a possible war in the north. Let's hope it won't come to that, but the only thing that might stop that option is a diplomatic agreement leading to Hezbollah leaving Israel's border, and there are no signs of those efforts succeeding for the time being.

The final warning before a subponea that the House committee investigating antisemitism had to issue Harvard, because the university hasn't produced the documents it was asked to, sure does make it sound like Haravard has nothing to hide...

Today, 4 months and a day after the Hamas massacre, they started removing the ruins of houses in kibbutz Be'eri, where over 100 members of the small, agricultural community had been slaughtered on Oct 7. This is a first step in re-building the kibbutz.

And this is one of the kibbutz members, Meni Goddard.

In continuation of yesterday's info on the number of Israelis already murdered by Hamas, and their bodies held hostage, today it was confirmed that Meni was murdered on Oct 7, and his body was kidnapped to Gaza. It was already known that his wife Ayelet was also murdered during the massacre. Kibbutz Be'eri currently has 11 members who are known to have been kidnapped to Gaza, of which 6 are bodies held hostage, depriving the dead of their right for decent burial, and their families and community of closure. May his memory be a blessing.

(for all of my updates and ask replies regarding Israel, click here)

#israel #antisemitism #israeli #israel news #israel under attack #israel under fire #terrorism #anti terrorism #hamas #antisemitic #antisemites #jews #jew #judaism #jumblr #frumblr #jewish #israelunderattack

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villainsimpqueen · 8 months ago

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Echos in Paradise Lost

Adam X reader X Eve.

Reader is intersex.

(My fics are 18+)

Chapter 8

By the birth of their second son Abel, Adam had made sure he did not leave Eve's side not wanting to leave her and give birth alone like she had for their first son Cain.

He had made changes in the cave with her, no longer did their bed of furrs lay on the ground of the cave floor but he had raised it up by building earth's first bed.

Cain was not able to get in the way because Adam with Eve's input had built the first kids pen to place his young adventurous son into.

Building had become a new discovery that Adam found himself enjoying, one that Eve liked to challenge seeing as the longer she kept Adam busy the better his moods became. He was eager to be of use to their small family and was even more so to provide so when she made a comment about wishing to stop beating the furrs of their bed out before they lay down to get any insects that found way into their cave home, he built it off the ground. When she commented about Cain being too quick for her to stop her wifely tasks to catch him each time, Adam provided an area of the Cain that had small fences made of cut logs and vines keeping their son safe in an area while Eve did her work.

She never commented on how he made the bed big, bigger than two full grown adults.

Now she was grateful for that space as she screamed, able to clutch the beds sides anywhere she needed to as she stood, labor pains ripping through her as she tried birthing their second son.

Cain had come out with ease, so why was her second child so difficult?

Hard labor breaths left her as pain wracked her body. She could feel cold presses of a damp cloth pressed to her temple, Her hair being pulled from sticking to her back and hips. Adam retwisting it and tying it back above her shoulders.

There wasn't much he could do but feeling him wipe her clean of sweat, keeping her hair from being covered in blood that pushed out between her thighs while going to tend to their already wailing toddler, that was all she could ever ask of him, He tended to her and their son making sure both were fed and while he neglected cain of his comfort and time they could forgive him as he focused all of it on her. Helping her up and down the bed, cleaning her skin from sweat and rubbing up and down her back providing her soft praises.Ones she did not know of how highly he saw of her.

"Thou art more splendid than thy maker, for they know not the toil to bestow true life.” He had softly whispered in her ear before placing a kiss on her temple.

She had felt strength fill her as she screamed out another contraction.

It had taken a full day and half a night before she finally was able to rest upon in their bed, small wails cried and she opened her tired eyes to see Adam standing at the end of the bed, a fur blanket wrapped around the small bundle that she did not feel was small minutes ago.

She took in how soft his golden eyes were as he stared down to the bundle with adoration.

His eyes moved to look at her in pride and adoration.

"His eyes bear thine own reflection.” He tells her a gentle smile on his face as he nears her side of the bed carefully placing their second son in her arms, Eve looked at their son's gentle features, his hair dark like Adams, his skin tone a mix of them both but bright honey eyes looked up at her. She cooed at their little one moving her lips to his crying head kissing his little temple.

"He doth embody perfection.” She softly mummed as she held their second son closely. Adam had smiled but it fell when he heard the wails of his first son, he scrambled from the bed heading back to Cain.

Picking up his first son holding him tightly, he whispered soft apologies for his attention not being provided as he carried his son to where his mother and brother rested, sitting beside Eve he held Cain in his lap to see his brother.

"This, thy brother Cain, anon shalt thou findeth a companion for mirth.” He softly told his young son as he looked towards his second born in Eve's arms. Cain let out soft small words as he was just starting to learn them as he reached his small hands out towards his brother too quickly.

Eve had jerked her arms away from Cain holding their second son closely to her chest.

"He shall inflict harm upon him.” She had protested and Adam frowned, shaking his head as he moved Cain to settle on his lap before moving an arm to take his second son from her, bringing him carefully to his chest.

“He shall not. He's only eager.” He said sternly as he let Cain look at his younger brother, his other hand stopping his first born from snatching ahold of his second born with gentle scolding, taking Cains hand with his own and carefully placing it on his second son.

"gentle son, he is but small as thou once wert, thou must handle him tenderly.” Adam softly whispered, allowing his sons to meet each other under his supervision.

Eve had watched, watched her boys together with a smile before she allowed sleep to fill her, exhausted from the long hours of labor.

Her eyes opened to a familiar place, one she hadn't been in for so long. Sweet smells of flora hitting her nose as the bright perfect sun landed on fields of flowers.

The meadows she adored.

Soft squeals of children echoing in the field and she felt a hand squeeze her own making her turn to see you. You were staring out to the fields where she followed your gaze to see Adam playing with her sons. Cain chased his legs in the flowers with their little son tied to his back in leather swaddling softly cooing and letting kut shrills of his own.

"Fair wife, they are exquisite to behold.” Your voice softly hit her ears making her heart swell as she looked at you squeezing your hand.

"I do yearn for thy presence amongst us.” Eve spoke, watching how your face frowned and turned to look at her squeezing her hand so tightly. Grasping as if she would disappear, as the world around the both of you started to go quiet.

"In thy presence I stand, by thy side... behold?” Your words spoke quickly, almost pleading.

a sense of panic filled her and she quickly spoke

“Of course!” The drumming sounds of Cains and Adams laughter and the gentle wind with the tall grass of wildflowers grew once more. You haven't smiled at her simply squeezing her hand as you turn to watch them, she did not miss how your eyes looked dewy.

She thought of her words carefully.

"Art thou secure? As the fields doth oft wither come season's end.” She speaks while watching her children and shared husband play.

A soft squeeze on her hand, the feeling of trembling fingers.

"I am no flower, but a bear in slumber 'near the first snow. Yet vigilant as a rabbit, shedding its coat, and in some way, my mind doth soar through thine like an owl in the night.” You softly whispered turning to her showing tears leaving the wondrous eyes Cain's mimicked.

Eve went to say something to comfort you, her hands finding a way to your face to wipe away tears but your hands cupped her own.

"I am burdened with the task of never unveiling my eyes, my mind tethered to two yet distant as the mist. And when one of these two minds doth find its way back to me, it must deem it as the capricious winds. And when they depart from me once more, 'tis as if the moments together were of fleeting snow.”

your tears warm under her fingertips as she stared at you, your warm hands squeezing her own.

She wished she could say more,

but all she could do was stare into your E/c eyes as everything faded away.

As did her memory of the spoken words between you two.

The boys grew up quickly, Eve could not believe how fast the years went by. She remembers Cain's first steps so clearly then his first words, Abels first little walks with shrills of delight as he learned to chase his older brother.

She smiled as grabbed a clay pot down from a ledge Adam built in their cave, bringing it down to a table. She moved her hand inside pulling out strips of dried dehydrated meat from a sandy powdery substance.

Salt. Adam had so cleverly named it.

She moved a blade through it cutting through the toughen meat into shorter chunks before placing them into a clean clay bowl, reaching up to the ledge she grabbed another clay pot she brought down pouring water into the meat chunks, she then gathered smaller clay pots to drop in plants and herbs she had collected, allowing the mixture to sit she washed her hands and moved out of the cave that was her and her families home.

The bright sun greeted her and so did the laughter of her boys as she focused her honey eyes to the side of the clearance of the cave house. Cain and Abel ran around chasing each other, both their hands digging into woven bags she had made to throw handfuls of seeds at each other, squealing as the seeds would hit them.

Her husband not far from them, his spear long changed into a hoe, rising above his head to be plunged into the ground, ripping away weeds and roots out of the soil he churned. Sweat moving down from her husband's temple and neck, his robes lower to his hips leaving his skin exposed to the sun to burn and darken as he created row after row of piled fresh exposed soil and tumbled seeds thrown around by their sons.

She neared his starting cropping area watching how he turned his head to her, a smile forming on his face as he leaned into his new tool, the sweat coating him shining.

“My sun.” He greeted her with a pull of his lips growing. “Come to bless me?” a light tease coming from him causing her to smile, his eyes moving from her to their sons a sigh leaving him knowing he would have to go find more seeds from the meadows making her giggle.

"I have arrived to witness what new endeavor thou art embarking upon, my dear husband.” She tells him as she turns to watch their sons play in their glee.

"To summon the Gathering to our humble abode, wherein thou mayst cultivate thy desires, my dearest... That is, if any seeds doth take root and flourish.” Adam explained as he watched their sons, shaking his head as he watched Abel chunk a handful of seeds at Cain's face making his first born sputter before lurching at Abel tackling his younger brother into the soil where both boys laughed at each other and tumbled each other through the soil not at all caring if they ruined their fathers straight rows.

"Aye, cease thy antics, ye mischievous scoundrels! The garden does not serve as thy playground. Take thy frolics to the creek or the meadows, anywhere but amongst the sacred blooms!” Adam scolded their sons, his words being met with their childish laughter being utterly ignored making his brows furrow before he looked at eve.

“Verily, 'tis as if their birth hath forsaken them the gift of hearing.” Her husband huffs, making Eve's shoulders shake as she covers her lips with her hand, not so silent giggles leaving her as she moves her other hand to his arm.

"Observe and glean wisdom, my dearest husband.” She softly tells him before she moves her hands on her hips letting a noise leave her lips that caused both boys to freeze at their mothers scolding noise.

"Begone, depart, leave thy father's labor untouched, for thou shalt return ere the sun fades to night.” She scolded them moving a hand to shoo the boys away, and to Adams squinting eyes at how fast both boys scrambled up seeming intentional kicking more of his straight tilled lines apart as they took off giggling down the trails to the creek where they would play in for hours until dinner was served by their mothers hand.

His wife had only laughed at his temporary misfortune before kissing the bittersweetness away and headed back to the cave, with a glance back eyes slanted in a tease as she vanished behind the door into the cave.

Making him freeze side eyeing his new made tool before back to the door of the cave before he headed to the cave leaving the Hoe laid against a tree trunk.

A hard working man deserved a break, after all.

By the time the boys were young teens, their home was transfixed and they were given work by their father to help around the house.

Cain was entrusted with a portion of his fathers fields, which had grown far larger than the gardens when he and Abel were in boyhood.

Cain had enjoyed the work, he liked tending to the plants and keeping pests away from the crop that would feed his family. He believed he had the most important task, tending to the crops with his Father and helping his Mother harvest only the best and ripe to be served on their clay dinner plates.

What was work in the sun surrounded by the freshest air compared to working at cleaning animal dung like his younger brother?

Cain grinned with pride as he filled two baskets of only the best fruits and vegetables. One to bring to their home for his mother to use for supper and the morrows break fast. The other he would take to the place his father would provide sacrifices to the heavens in good faith and hopes that their family would continue to be good.

He headed to the sacrificial stone, first setting the basket on it. He got to his knees holding his hands together to pray the words his father had taught him, but the words did not come from his lips.

His Mother Eve had told him that the heavens do not always listen.

And he sometimes wondered if that was true because he never felt like his Fathers words that he was taught to say ever felt true. They did not fill him like it seems to with his Father and Brother. Cain opened his eyes to the basket on the stone before at the bright sunny and cloudy skies.

The young teen thought for a moment before tipping his head back down in respect, his eyes closing.

He would not praise the heavens in his prayer.

Instead he would pray for a new meaning, a request that he hoped for his hard working Father and gentle ever loving mother would come true.

Perhaps it was selfish to request heavens instead of praising it like his Father Adam had always done.

"Oh, merciful heavens, I offer not this humble basket in mere praise of thy blessings. Today, I beseech thee to return unto my father and mother, my missing parent. If thy love, as my father still fervently believes, be as boundless as the sea, then I implore thee, release my parents Y/n back into their loving embrace... May our family be whole once more.” The words fell from his lips and once they finished leaving him he opened his eyes looking up at the fluffy clouded sky in hope before crossing his hands against his chest and head like Adam had shown him and Abel in their boyhood before he pushed himself up from his knees bowing his head once more before turning carrying the second basket back home eager to give his mother the basket.

Surely the heavens would be touched by his humble request for his parents to be reunited that it couldn't be ignored.

Abel groaned as he dug his shovel into piles of sheep dung, moving it to an area where he would later cover with the sheeps leftover uneaten straw, where it would all break down for Cain to use on his crops.

Abel had been tasked with aid in tending to his Fathers flock, mostly in feeding them, and cleaning up after them and carrying their waste to the pit where it will break down into a rich soil folder to be used on Cains and Fathers fields.

He huffed as he dragged a basket of freshly cut meadow grass his father had harvested in the early morning and spread it around the pin that held the flock. His work was filthy work and it always sent him to the creek to deeply clean himself and scrub away at the robes he wore now coated in straw bits and what he liked to think was mud and not the other brown substances he moved back and forth with the shovel crafted by his fathers hand.

"Thou dost appear most unsightly.” a teasing tone called from the pin making Abel snap his head to meet the e/c eyes of his older brother with his own honey ones. A huff left him too quickly as he stared at Cain.

"Thou art most gracious in thy compliments, elder sibling.” Abel answered back, his eyes rolling as he shoved the shovel back into the piles grunting as he lifted and carried it to the pit just outside the fence to drop the load into.

He heard the creaking of the wooden pen first making him turn his head watching with honey eyes as his eldest brother climbed into the pen moving towards him rolling his sleeves up his arms as he held a hand out for the shovel.

"Relinquish it swiftly, for thou tarriest overlong, and I have no desire to sup late due to thy tardiness.” Cain spoke with a tease in his tone but also with a firmness that made Abel most eager to hand the shovel to his older brother who took it and began to carry out his given task.

Abel let out a sigh as he leaned against the fence watching his older brother work.

"Pray, why dost thou always conclude with such haste?”Abel asks his brother, making Cain chuckle as he carries a loaded shovel to the pit.

"I doth awaken with father were the dawn's first light, unlike thee, who rouses with mother mere hours before noon's zenith.” his older brother tells him before tilting the shovel letting the flocks dung fall into the pit and he turns to look at him.

"Hadst thou risen earlier, brother, thou wouldst find thy tasks completed ere the sun's descent, thy ablutions done ere the sky's first blush, and thy supplications to the heavens concluded ere mother's call to supper.” Cain tells him, before moving back to shovel more of the flock's waste.

Abel had fallen silent before he moved forwards to take his shovel from his older brother, a determined look on his face.

"I shall strive to prove my worthiness, to demonstrate that I am indeed capable.” Abel said strongly, earning his brother chuckles and hand ruffling his hair.

"Thou art already capable, dear sibling, merely lacking in swiftness.” Cain teased instead before taking his leave to go to the creek to wash himself and the harvest clean before returning to the cave where he helped his mother with the cooking.

Abel had approached the offering area covered in mess but he looked at the heavens painted skies with gentle loving eyes as he got down his eyes, holding his hands over the stone and tipping his head.

"I may not have earned the honor of presenting thee a lamb, as father does, yet I humbly offer my praises and gratitude for the blessings bestowed upon my family. May thy divine light illuminate the morrow's sun.” Able softly whispers to the great heavens before looking up at the gorgeous painted skies of the sun set and moves his hands across his chest and head before rising from his knees and head to the creek to wash himself before heading home in time for supper before his mother calls.

Time moved fast and the young boys had gone from boys to young teens and from young teens to merely the starts of men.

Both brothers worked hard on their given jobs, providing for their family in different ways, and while Cain did aid in providing the family with the bests harvests, his work began to be overshadowed by his youngers brothers brilliance of tending to the Flocks and having them produce many lambs in the fresh spring, which meat was able to butchered and salted stored away for the upcoming winters. The fresh sweet milk from the sheep collected and turned into a new delicious treat that was thicken cream on their tongues.

His younger brothers praise clearly being more thickly than the praise he got on his own.

Cain tried to feel pride for his younger brother Abel, but what could he create that was new with simple plants when his brother could do so much with the flock?

And while his own work did not go unnoticed by his Father Adam, as his father would always place a hand on his shoulder or ruffle his hair speaking highly of him, and how his Mother Eve always seemed delighted in using his harvests for their nightly and daily meals.

It was the heavens that made him feel so inadequate, unworthy. For his request to have all his parents to be in each other's arms did not seem like it would ever be granted. He had been begging the heavens for such an event for so long.

Why was it so unattainable to have all of his parents?

Cain wanted to meet the parent his mother and father said that would and had been loving him for so long. He did not understand why they all could not be a family.

It also strung a ravenous sting when he had sat in the meadows one day with his younger son talking of their prayers and hearing of what his younger brother had prayed for and had it granted.

"The heavens have ever bestowed their blessings upon me and heeded my prayers.” Abel told his brother as he rose to his feet to gather at some of the tall grass wispy grains playing with them, it made Cain feel a bitterness in his chest.

"It appears the heavens turn a deaf ear to my entreaties.” Cain let out a huff, Perhaps his mother was true in her words.

Heaven ignores them, it's merely luck when one's prayer is answered.

Yet it still stung him so deeply.

"Perchance they find favor in me more than in thee, simple though it may be.” His brother's teasing words hit his ears hard.

And Cain felt something scorching burn through him as his eyes darted to the back of his youngest brother's head harshly. Moving to his feet the feeling grew heavily, as he hissed a noise he had never made before causing his brother's head to turn to look at him with wide honeyed eyes.

Blacken claws gripping his younger brother's robes as he yanked him towards the slitted yellow eyes that burned out from his head as he snarled at his younger brother.

"Who thou art to presume to speak on behalf of the heavens?!” Cain hissed at his brother, two fanged teeth enlarged from his jaw as they bared at his brother in that scorching feeling of his chest.

“Cain- '' Abel sputtered his tone wavering as a fear blossomed in his eyes as he took in his brother's sudden appearance, his chest shook with the urge to flee and he struggled in his brother's grasp to get away from the thing that had taken his brother's voice.

"Why do thy foolish desires find favor in their sight, whilst mine pleas for our family's wholeness are disregarded and callously cast aside?” Cain yelled at his brother, his hands shaking in his brother's robes before he shoved him backwards watching Abel fall to the ground, a small cry leaving his brother as Cain snarled glaring to the sky.

Abel fell his body colliding to the meadows ground harshly his back eating the dirt and his head coming down upon rocks hidden by the tall grass, his vision blurred from the awful thing that had took his brothers place from.the blurring of the sky before it spiked with n arrangement of colors as his head bounced from the rocks to land back down on a sharp edge.

A sickening cracking echoed.

Cain found himself freezing as he heard a shuttering gasp leave Abels lips before his slitted eyes moved from the heavens to the ground where his brother had landed, Ables neck snapped at an angle and golden blood seeped from his head, Abels honey eyes still wide open as his body shook.

Cain let a breathless strangled noise from his throat as he rushed to his brother's side grabbing at Abel a surge of panic coming from him.

"Brother, Brother, forgive me! I shall mend this rift... I shall bring healing unto thee.” Cain sputtered as he pressed a hand to his bleeding head. Watching how Abels eyes were unmoving, Cain moved his brother's neck back from a strange angle; another sickening cracking noise that made his stomach sink came from doing such action.

Cain ripped at his own robes tying the long strips around his brother's head before pulling away with trembling hands.

"There, there, all is restored, brother…” Cain spoke to the limp body of his brother, his body shaking with each second Abels unblinking eyes stared through him, to the sky above, the gloss in them fading.

“Brother, thou art healed now... Abel... Abel, speak to me!”

Cain shook his brother, his eyes burning with tears as he did not understand why Abel was unmoving. They both had been hurt before and had healed quickly. Surely his brother was playing a nasty trick on him and Cain shook at him.

"You win, thou cursed trickster of thine! I yield, but prithee, speak to me!” Cain begged a wail leaving him as the tears began to fall as his brother did not move an inch. Worry Settler in his stomach as well as something else he did not know off, Cain had risen to his feet and ran through the tall wisps of grass into the overgrowth of trees until rocks ate at his feet and larger ones slicked with green that nearly made him fall.

The soft serine trickle so rushing water hitting his ears as his cupped hands dipped harshly into cool waters scaring away the aquatic life there before his rose them, droplets dripping as he ran back through the rocky trails until soft grassed and dirt kicked from his pace, until tall wispy grasses slapped against the hips of his robes as he found his brother still unmoving. Cain wheezed and heaved as he moved his trembling cupped hands to give the little water that managed to stay in them to his brother's lips, filling his mouth full of the cold refreshing water of the small stream.

Cain could only watch helplessly as his brother's lips were filled to the top with water and it dribbled out from the corners of Abels mouth and a choking sob left Cain as he threw himself onto his brother's chest clinging to the fabrics of his younger brother's robes sobbing.

“ABEL!” his screaming voice echoed through the silent meadows.

When the sun had begun to reach its setting peak and A few yells from Eve outside the cave, It was only a worried look his wife gave him before Adam was on his feet, grabbing a spear and heading out to find his sons.

"Bringeth them back to me safely.” Eve had called to him softly by the door as he exited, Adam did not reply but he did spare his wife a gentle gaze before he left.

He did not tell her that he had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.

He started on the field's, and the pens, seeing if his sons had merely gotten busy in helping each other with their workload, but he found them empty as he headed towards the creek.

Perhaps he would find them wrestling each other in the cool waters, he had hoped so, but when he came upon the cool peaceful scene of an untouched creek the pit of dread started to consume him more as he rushed towards the meadows that lead to the beaches.

He called for his sons by name, waiting to hear them call back or their laughter.

He only heard his eldest screams of panic from his brother's name.

Worry and relief filled him as he rushed through the tall wispy grass not caring if they hit and stained his robing as he neared his eldest screaming.

“CAIN! ABEL!” he called out for them both, hearing a silent form before his eldest screamed a retching while calling him.

“FATHER! "FATHER! FATHER, COME NEAR! FAST!” Cain had wailed, hope filled him immediately when he heard his father, Adam's voice. His dad could fix anything, he's seen him fix and build so much in his whole lifetime. Cain just knew that his father could fix Abel and that they could all go home and eat the supper his mother made them and tomorrow will be a new dawn. He had expected to be comforted by his father, then to be teasingly ridiculed for playing too rough and he fixed his little brother as if none had ever happened.

He had only felt the harsh shove from his fathers hands and watched as his father grabbed Abel's head watching how it rolled back to the harsh angle with a much more dull sickening sound. His fathers chest moved quickly as he moved his hand from Abels locs to be coated in gold.

"What hast thou wrought?!” His fathers voice had trembled with fear, rage, and agony.

"I... He... He mocked me, and I nudged him; 'twas not with much force! He fell to the earth and hath not stirred since... Yet, thou canst mend him, father... Thou canst mend him... Canst thou not?” Cain explained himself, tried justifying his actions, his voice had been stronger but it began to waver and leave him as he saw the haunting face of his father who stared at his unmoving little brother.

"Mend him...?... How can I mend one who is DECEASED! He's DEAD, Cain!” Adam screamed, pulling his dead boy's face to his chest, his hand gathering into his dead second born's hair, the other gathering the robes on his back that his mother mended him. His scorching eyes raging as he stared at his first born with scorn and pain.

Watching how yellow and red eyes watered, no longer playing into the lies of mimicking a false sire. No longer the wondrous E/c that you and only you possessed.

No because one that committed such a thing could never have your eyes.

Nor could bare any reflecting light of your image.

So here he kneeled holding the dead corpse of his second born, whose body had grown cold and starting to stiffen in his arms, whose golden blood seeped into his robes staring into the eyes of his wifes bastard who killed his real first born.

Listening to how the snake bastard cried and pleaded for forgiveness, to Him, to the heavens even to his dead Abel's body to come back.

But Adam did not blame Cain.

For Cain was simply a byproduct of his true sires darkness.

No, Adam blamed himself for ever believing a deceiver, a sinner, could be trusted with the safety of his family.

His eyes unmoving from him, kneeled down weeping, his once child, the spear across his back heavy as he laid Abels body down and grabbed it standing to his feet.

Cain reached for his fathers feet, his anguished wails increasing as a small terror formed from the silence his father permitted, his head not moving from facing the ground where his tears fell nourishing the greedy weeds that had already spoken in the gold from his brother's veins.

Adam felt the spear heavy in his hold, his hand trembling as he stared down at the one he raised.

And when the deceiver he raised looked back at him with his yellow and red eyes swirling into the false dull, no longer as bright and vibrant e/c. A choke swelled in his throat as he lowered the spear with shaking hands.

Because how could he strike his boy?

The little boy he held and cried for the day of his birth?

The little lad who squealed in delight and took his first steps to follow him.

Him?

Like a true father?

How could he bring pain to his son?

But what of his other boy?

The one he failed to protect because he took a sinner under his arms.

Killed by the one Adam had told him was his brother.

Murdered by one Adam said he could trust and love as kin, regardless if it was an accident or not.

How could he trust a deceivers words when his first act from birth was to trick one's mind?

How could he ignore such an atrocious act?

When the cold body of his only blooded son slowly rots behind his feet?

“Father-” Cain's words were cut short as Adam brought down the spear, strong as his own will, but true to his heart as it plunged into the ground beside Cain's frame.

"Thou shalt depart. Take this spear for thy protection and one of the laden baskets at the altar, then depart.” Adam words shaken with his emotions but he steeled his eyes to not give such as he glared down at Cain. Ignoring how the tears stained his once son's face or how his eyes trembled with emotions.

"Thou shalt depart, and returneth not. Go far, yea, farther still, for thou canst not flee far enough. Thou art no more my son, and should I chance upon thee again, thou shalt not be the lad I raised, but the demon that slew my sons.” Adam growled slowly watching how the other flinched backwards and stumbled.

But Adam did not give the sinner any more attention than that, he turned on his heels to gather his dead boy in his arms and carry him past the one who cried meaningless words of forgiveness.

Words could not bring back his son.

Words that could not bring back both his sons nor the illusion he allowed to trick him.

Adam left the meadow, tears falling down his cheek.

For he had lost two sons this day.

chp 9

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rius-cave · 5 months ago

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So I found another AU. And guess what.

It’s one of the most angsty shits I’ve ever came up with.

Guardian Angel AU.

Lucifer is a winner who died with his family in a car accident when he was 14. (Let’s ignore the fact that Lu’s parent is God and throw two random parents. He had a twin brother, Michael and a sister, Charlie.) And they went to Heaven.

Lucifer rose in status and became a Guardian Angel, whose job is to go and help people who SH themselves or people who thinks about oofing themselves. They have timers in Heaven which shows the time left to save these people.

One day, they give him a “To Be Saved” list and he sees his childhood friend, Adam there. They were neighbors until Lucifer moved away when he was 12. Adam lowkey had a crush on him but didn’t realize. He chose him as his next job.

Why does Adam want to oof himself? Let me tell you. Also this is the part with the most tw’s.

Starting from the beginning, Adam’s mental health took damage for the first time when he had a you-know-what relationship with someone named Steve, who was 2 years older than him. He fell in depression. Sera, his adoptive mother, didn’t want to take him to a psychiatrist (Because he’s just being dramatic and should get up and be a man) but Emily, his stepsister insisted, so he did see a doctor and got help. They gave him a medicine to help him heal. (Maybe Xanax)

Also he had to use Vicodin aswell at one point. This’ll be relevant I swear.

Years and years later, he met with Eve. And they had kids when they were both. 20. They got married because their parents forced them and moved to another state, where they opened their small farm. They had twin boys, Cain and Abel btw.

Adam thought maybe, even though they had a rocky start, he could live happily now with his family. But…

Cain killed Abel when they were 14. And he went to juvie.

Adam and Eve broke up after this, with Eve blaming it all on Adam. She got almost all their properties in court, sold them and moved to another country, telling Adam she never wanted to see his stupid face or be associated with someone like him.

Hopeless, Adam contacted his mom. Oh God I wish he didn’t.

Sera too blamed him for everything and disowned him, calling him a murderer because he was supposed to be the father of his kids and raise them properly. It wouldn’t have happened if he just did a better job at raising them. She refused to help him because “he was a grown ass man, he wasn’t a baby”

Emily was in another country as well, she went there for education and stayed there. Sera lied about what Adam did and made him look like the devil himself. So Emily thinks her mom is right to disown him.

Adam stayed at a small apartment for a while, but he couldn’t even afford the rent, so he was going to be thrown at the streets until a “superhero” came and saved him.

Alastor. His step cousin.

Alastor paid the rent, and even bought Adam a house, saying “He can take care of him until he’s fine again”. But as you may have guessed, of course that’s not his intention.

He gave Adam the same pills the doctors gave to Adam when he was a kid. Saying it’d ease the pain. And they did. But..

He became addicted. To both Xanax and Vicodin. He kept buying them from two weirdos named Vox and Velvette, who were actually helping Alastor.

Speaking of Alastor.. He thinks he can do any physical harm to Adam since he saved his ass. He visits him once every three weeks and gladly reminds him how much of a desperate piece of shit he is.

Slowly, Adam became addicted to tequila as well.

Adam slowly became a bit like a hermit, never leaving his house for days and always ordering stuff there.

Phew. With that’s out of the way I can continue.

So Lucifer disguises himself as Adam’s neighbor and does his job the best he could.

What he didn’t expect was to fall in love with him. He couldn’t help it. Adam did as well.

It was forbidden for an angel to love a human but Lucifer didn’t care. Adam literally lived Hell on Earth and deserved someone.

But one day another angel reported this. His ex, Lilith, a heaven born angel.

I’ll get to it later. It has much more stuff.

JESUS CHRIST. NOW THAT IS LOADED.

Well! That whole traumatic backstory seems very on par with what would happen to him tbh, plus the extra Alastor stuff, oof, yeah that's a lot.

The part that stings the most is definitely still the part about his children, but wow he's having not a good time.

You know this kinda reminded me of the youtube pilot Welcome to Hell (super recommend it btw), it has basically the opposite premise to this LOL because its a boy that is tasked to make other people want to end their lives, but then ends up becoming friends with the boy that he's supposed to torment.

Very interesting AU, having Lucifer as a guardian angel is <3<3<3<3<3 love that a lot!

#hazbin hotel #adamsapple #ask

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firstdeerwife · 4 months ago

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Pairing:Adam x Eve

Warnings:Manipulation

C.11

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓷

Since their expulsion from Eden, Adam and Eve had fortunately not heard anything from Lucifer and Lilith.

Life outside the Garden was difficult, but they had managed to get by very well.

Adam was in charge of obtaining food for himself and his wife. Eve had become his greatest support and constantly accompanied him in hunting or fetching water.

Everything changed when Eve's belly began to grow, and some tasks became more exhausting for her.

Her pregnancy period was very difficult as they had never experienced anything like it and did not know how to handle it.

Adam remained attentive to Eve's needs and to anything that could affect her pregnancy.

During this period, Eve had constant nightmares, which often caused her to not sleep well.

For Eve to sleep properly, Adam stayed awake almost all night to take care of his wife.

Work in the field was extremely difficult and seemed even harder if Adam didn't rest properly.

One afternoon, while Adam was returning to where Eve was waiting for him, he heard something.

The voice of a woman singing?

Adam followed that sound, the only reasonable explanation being that Eve was the one singing.

After all, they were the only two living in that place.

He was greatly surprised when, upon reaching the place where the sound seemed to come from, he found only withered plants.

He didn't pay much attention, thinking that the lack of sleep was making him hear things.

He turned around and went back home.

That day, upon arriving with Eve, his wife went into labor. Adam could have fainted, but he was the only one who could help Eve at that moment.

After that day, he didn't hear that voice again, at least not until Cain and Abel grew up.

[...]

Eva was on her way to the small pond from which they usually collected water.

When she arrived, she sat at its edge and dipped the small container to carry water home.

She thought she might rest before returning to her children. The path wasn't very long, but she wanted to be alone for a moment without hearing Cain and Abel's complaints. Adam could deal with them for once.

While resting, she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the water.

She observed it closely without knowing why. She had seen her reflection before and didn't remember her eyes being violet.

She stretched her hand towards her reflection in the pond, and that was when it pulled her into the water.

Eva tried to get out, but something wouldn't let her.

Fortunately, Adam, tired of their children, went to look for Eva, who had taken a long time to return.

Adam pulled his wife out of the water and made sure she was okay.

Eva told him what had happened, and they realized there was something that could be a threat to them, but they couldn't do anything about it.

From that day on, Eva did not let her two sons be alone for too long so that nothing would happen to them.

[...]

Cain went to the pond every afternoon, where he would sit and talk to that strange woman.

In his childhood, she had been the cause of his nightmares and had tormented him for a long time.

However, over time, he learned to live with it and often had conversations with that woman.

It seemed strange to him that there was someone else in that place. His parents had assured him they were the only ones who inhabited that place.

That woman had managed to get into his head, causing him to distance himself more and more from his family.

She took advantage of Cain's feelings and manipulated him to separate from his family.

However, she took greater advantage of the feeling of rejection Cain felt from his parents and implanted ideas that made him develop resentment towards his own brother.

In one of his dreams, that woman suggested to Cain that he should attempt to take his younger brother's life.

[...]

"Cain!"

Cain looked at his father's face and then remembered what he had done.

"What have you done?!"

"It was her, the woman who sings. It's her fault."

Adam felt a chill run down his spine at that mention.

"Go and do not return, forget about us."

Cain looked at his mother, but Eve did not even glance at him. She did not oppose Adam's orders.

Resigned, Cain turned and walked away from his parents.

Cain was condemned to wander, an exile even farther from Eden than his parents. Marked so that no one would kill him, but so that everyone would know of his crime, he became the first wanderer of the world, carrying the burden of his act.

#adam x eve #hazbin hotel #lilith morningstar #lucifer morningstar #eve hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #hellish paradise fanfic

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darkmasterofcupcakes · 8 months ago

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Now than I think of it, when did Cain and Abel learned/realized Vaggie was their half sister? And how long did it take them to accept it?

Cain knew pretty much right away, since he was able to kind of put two and two together between being told Lute was having a baby and the fact that she was living with his dad for a couple months. Though he didn't know for sure until he pestered his dad enough, basically demanding to know why he was letting Lute live with him and why she wasn't living with her baby's dad instead, that Adam, in order to just make his son be quiet, admitted that he was the father of Lute's baby. He obviously didn't go into detail, but Cain knew the very, very basics of where babies came from, since he'd asked when his mom was pregnant with Seth.

Abel honestly didn't realize it until Cain accidentally revealed it to everyone. He isn't dumb or anything, despite what his older brother loves to claim, but he does like to try and think the best of everyone, especially of his family and friends of his family. So even when he did wonder if maybe there was some connection between his father and Vaggie, he basically just told himself that if there was, his father would admit it, because he wouldn't keep a secret like that. Especially not when they all saw how mean some people could be towards both Lute and Vaggie about the fact that apparently know one knew anything about Vaggie's father besides him apparently being a married man that Lute seduced into an affair that resulted in Vaggie's birth.

As for how long it took them to accept it...I feel like they both accepted it pretty quickly after they found out? The main difference is that Abel definitely accepted Vaggie more as a sister in the sense of thinking of her as family and wanting to spend time with her, whereas Cain accepted that they were family in the biological sense, but definitely stressed the fact that they were half-siblings, so in his mind, he wasn't like, obligated to be close to or even really care about her. That being said, even before he accidentally slipped and revealed their true relationship, he did sometimes show some kindness to Vaggie, since while he wasn't happy about how she was born, he isn't totally heartless.

#Hazbin Hotel #Vaggie #Lute #Adam #Cain #Abel #Hazbin Vaggie #Hazbin Lute #Hazbin Adam #Hazbin Cain #Hazbin Abel #Cradle Will Fall #Vaggie is a Guitarspear Baby AU #Human AU

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Okay okay hear me out.

Living Apocalypse with eve Cain and able.

-A faint rumbling filled the air as the ground began to shake at Adam’s home. The father of all humanity wasn’t home at the moment, but those who were home weren’t bothered, as there weren’t any threats, at least where they lived.

-Eve was holding her teapot, looking around a bit confused, “Why is everything shaking?”

-Cain ran for the door, flinging it open as he groaned, “Oh gods not again- Abel take mom and run!!” Able quickly had his mother in his arms, looking a bit exasperated as well, “It is him again?”

-Cain wasn’t even able to answer before, “MAMA!!” Eve gasped, her hands coming to her mouth in glee as she easily stepped out of her son’s arms, rushing towards the door.

-It’s not that Able and Cain disliked you, they found you hysterical to be honest, as you were so obnoxiously powerful and could handle anyone, it’s just that you were a total attention hog when it came to Eve, who adored you like a third son.

-When you arrived, arms out wide, “I’m here mama!!” a bright and cheeky grin on your lips, making Eve giggle warmly as she rushed into your arms, hugging you.

-When the hug lasted a bit too long for their liking, Able and Cain charged forward, pushing your face to push you back, demanding you let go of their mother while you whined, “Mama they’re being mean again!”

-It was all in good fun, as you could see the smiles on the two men as Eve giggled, stepping away, “Now boys, don’t fight- I made some pie! Who wants some?”

-Three hands shot up in unison as three voices shouted out, “ME!” which made Eve laugh warmly as she herded the three of you inside to serve you all pie.

-You were the reason there were no threats around, you and Adam, as you both made sure that this adoptive family of yours was always safe! And everyone knew that you would always protect them and wouldn’t hesitate to do whatever it took to do so.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror eve

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leilavin0 · 4 months ago

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How were Cain, Abel, and Seth as children. Were they rowdy, tough children, or were they calm, easy kids?

[ they were extremely different from one another, like on completely opposite ends of a scale!

cain was always the quiet and shy child, getting tangled between his mother's legs and in her skirt, which made adam (the very first father in humanity, with zero knowledge on how to kids) quite upset a lot of the times as his boy was kind of scared of him? and he was getting all of eve's attention!

eve would always say that he should have been born back in eden, that he belonged in the lap of luxury and not the harsh reality of the earth.

cain had to grow pretty quickly, both because neither first parents knew how to treat a human that small, and because the fight for survival was essential - he started helping out in the fields as early as six or seven years old and found solace in nature, where he would run to a lot to literally talk with the trees and sing to crops to hurry and grow.

abel was a rowdy kid from conception, kicking in the womb and leaving it quickly, as if he knew his time on earth was going to be rather short.

eve would coddle him even more than she did cain, which was already quite a lot, as if feeling too - that her time with him would be very short.

he got into all kinds of trouble all of the time, which cain would end up either getting punished for or scolded for not making sure abel would behave - something that abel would always find unjust and would start swinging at adam in retaliation, how dare you make my big brother sad! jail! jail for mom and dad!

his rambunctious and rebellious nature had him placed to care for the animals who he enjoyed herding, he would have ended up becoming a traveler with how much ground he would cover and discover while preforming his duties as a shepherd.

seth was a child of hope that adam and eve had years after cain was exiled from their family, and abel's remains had dried.

he was always feeling like a replacement for both of his older brothers all of his life, the unsaid duty of being both cain and abel fell on him pretty heavily and he ended up developing a personality that was two thirds his brothers' and only one third his own.

eve couldn't forgive herself for that, but he grew into his own person in the end, and that was what mattered.

while he wasn't a troublemaker, he wasn't following rules too much either, always finding a way to either avoid doing a chore or finding a way to make it easier or faster - a quite lazy and laid back child that never understood why his parents were so stressed about everything. ]

#[ blah blah blah. ]#cain the first #hazbin abel #hazbin cain #hazbin seth #[ anon q ]

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khaleesiofalicante · 11 months ago

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LBAF & Etymology etc

Happiest of Name Days to Vicky. Here is a little treat for you @fangirlingismygame because I love you so. 💙

There is a tradition started by Diego and Cristina in the Rosales family where the children are named after the letter A. Cami and Theia were almost named Athena and Aurora respectively.

Gwen was named by Lance as such because Lancelot and Guinevere is one of the first love stories David taught Lance.

Joan and Atlas don’t have a middle name. Cami and Arjun’s middle names are Rosales and Iris’ middle name is Jazmín.

Iris was named after the particular flower because it’s the flower Mallory left over Selena’s ‘grave’ when she buried her under the snow in LBAF IV. Gabriel picked it because it’s the flowers that helped them find and save Selena during that day.

While Joan was named after a combination of Jonathan and Julian, she is also named after Joan of Arc - who is in fact considered a national and feminist hero in France.

The name Madeleine derives from the biblical character Mary Magdalene.

It's mentioned that Joseph and Madeleine are the 'It Couple' in the Clave. Their ship name used to be Belleheart (Bellefleur + Goldheart) meaning beautiful heart.

Régine’s middle name was going to be Davina, a female variant of the name David. Madeleine and Joseph kept it as secret to reveal it to David after she was born, but Madeleine ended up not naming her daughter that way.

The name Silverstone (Lance and Arthur’s school) is based on a Formula 1 Grand Prix in the England.

Harry’s surname Anh (Vietnamese) means intellectual and bright.

Arthur names all the animals he cares for and brings home after characters from his school plays and favourite musicals.

The Lightwood-Bane, because of Max and David’s mundane wedding and now mundane life, is one of the only names that is registered and documented accordingly to mundane law. It means mavid family can vote in mundane elections - among other things.

Prince of Darkness is a name actually used to refer to Lucifer in Manichaeism (a former major religion during the the 3rd century). Prince of Darkness, in LBAF, was inspired by the Shakespearean quote in King Lear (Act 3 Scene 4) “The Prince of Darkness is a gentlemen” hinting that devil will disguise himself as a good man in order to deceive you.

The Crimson King, in several interpretations, refers to a malevolent and evil force - including in Stephen King’s Dark Tower Series.

Both Iris and Hermes are names of two famous greek gods both known for being messengers.

Hermes last name Cain is similar to most warlock names - single syllable and has a dark/sad meaning. Cain refers to ‘first murderer’ from the bible after Cain and Abel.

Everyone in the family pronounces Lance’s name with the British pronunciation (David was adamant about using it) while everyone in his school (including Harry) uses the American pronunciation.

The only people (whom he knows) who don’t refer to Arthur as AJ are David and Kincaid.

Joan’s dog’s full name is Oliver Twist - named after a famous fictional character like all Herondale/Fairchild pets.

Other Max no longer goes by Lightwood-Bane and has a different surname in the Other Timeline (his present/our future).

Arjun is named after an infamous archer in Indian mythology.

Before Lance found about Kincaid’s destiny, Crimson King used to be one of his favourite bands - they’re a famous rock band from the 1960s and 70s.

And finally, Lance and Arthur were the names I had picked out for my own children, but I gave it to Mavid because I love them so much and wanted my unborn, imaginary children to have two wonderful parents.

#okay bye #also probs no lbaf update tomorrow yall but will keep you posted on Wednesday x #lbaf #lbaf next gen #my fics #love beckons all fallen

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Cain and Abel Wept 10/?

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Hey guys, new posting schedule is going to be Tuesdays, Thursdays, and the occasional Sunday :)

Jason wished Dick was here. The eldest of them would know how to offset the awkward atmosphere that had descended on the three of them.

It was a little past four am, and the rest of the Fentons were still asleep.

(Jason could hear Jack Fenton’s snores; how did anyone sleep through that?)

Danny and Damian stared at each other; both seemed afraid to make the first move. Jason had no idea what to do, so of course, he opened his big mouth.

“Anyone wants pancakes,” he asked before going to the kitchen. He looked through the cabinets until he found all the ingredients to make pancakes from scratch.

Damian and Danny soon followed and sat by the little island in the middle of the kitchen.

“You know how to cook,” Danny asked a bit warily.

“Yeah, Alfie taught me.”

“Who’s Alfie?”

“Pennyworth is father’s butler/adoptive father. He is, well, he’s sarcastic and uncaring about proper servant/master protocols, but he’s wise.”

Danny blinked at his younger brother, “I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said of anyone that wasn’t from the family.”

Jason snorted. Yeah, the kid rarely gave compliments, and when he did, they were backhanded.

Damian ducked his head, but before he could hide his face, Jason saw a bit of blush covering his cheeks. Interesting.

“So, Danny, what do you like for breakfast?” Jason asked, wanting to break the awkwardness that descended the kitchen. Dammit, where was Dick when he needed him?

“Anything that isn’t toast,” Danny answered promptly.

Both Jason and Damian blinked at the response.

“What’s toast ever done to you,” Jason asked.

“Long story I don’t want to get into,” Danny waved off, “let’s just say my parents don’t know how to cook without bringing things to life. Unless it’s fudge.”

“I’m sorry, what,” Damian asked incredulously.

Danny laughed, “Yeah, trust me, I’ll never forget my first American Thanksgiving when Jazz had to fight off a reanimated turkey. I thought Ra’s knew the secrets of bringing things back to life, but my parents are on another level.”

Jason had so many questions. He held his tongue and poured the batter into the pan. Soon, there were three stacks of pancakes in front of them. Damian and Jason ate the pancakes while Danny devoured them with gusto. It made Jason feel good to see someone enjoying his cooking with such relish.

The kitchen fell into a semi-comfortable silence, the only sound of the clinks of plates and forks meeting each other.

They washed the dishes in silence, and after putting them away, Danny turned to Damian and Jason.

“Jason, you and I need to talk, but first,” he let his gaze settle on Damian, “Dami, I think you and I need to have an overdue conversation.”

____

Damian was nervous as he followed Danny to the living room. Here it was; Danny would tell him he never wanted to see him again. He would disparage and curse Damian’s name and then tell him never to contact him again. Damian would deserve it.

Jason left them alone as he went to do his own things while the two brothers sat opposite each other.

(Damian couldn’t help but notice that Danny was tense. He’d been tense the whole time and flinched when Damian made sudden movements.)

They stared at each other before Danny broke it, “It hurt, you know when you stabbed me.”

It was Damian’s turn to flinch.

“I just—I wanted us to have a good life away from Ra’s, away from the deaths and the killings,” Danny took a deep breath, “I know, logically, I know it’s not your fault. You were a child, younger than me, but I was a kid, too. A kid tasked with being the next Demon’s head.”

“Your betrayal broke something in me,” Danny stopped looking at Damian and stared at a clock as if it had all the answers to the Universe. “Still, even after all that, I couldn’t help but miss you and worry about you.”

“I know words will never be adequate, akhi, but I regret what I did. I was misguided and thought you were a traitor to the family, to grandfather. When mother told me you had died, it wasn't until later that I understood I had killed the only person who truly loved me.”

Damian took a deep breath and looked at his brother, hoping to catch his stare. It worked.

“I have no right to ask you this, but please, akhi, please don’t leave me. I left you the first time and regretted every second of it. Now I’m begging you, and if you need me on my knees, say so; I’m begging you, please, don’t leave me.”

Silence reigned for a long time, driving Damian close to insanity.

“I don’t know—I don’t know if I’ll be able to forgive you; I won’t be able to forget, that’s for sure. But maybe, just maybe, we can forge some new bond.”

Damian processed the words momentarily before a tentative hope blossomed in his chest, “Yes, that would be—that would be spectacular.”

Damian hadn’t gotten forgiveness, but his older brother had given him hope. He still was willing to work things out with Damian. It was enough.

“So, tell me, how did you end up with father?”

____

Jason put out his cigarette when Danny and Damian left the house.

While there was still some tension between the two brothers, Jason could tell some of it had dissipated.

Damian wasn’t as wound up, and Danny’s flinches were less noticeable. Danny made a beeline toward Jason and stared at him. It felt like the kid was looking through Jason’s soul.

(Maybe he was.)

“You’ve died.”

Jason nodded, tense.

“Yet you’re back, and, by the looks of it, you’ve taken a dip in the Lazarus’ pits.”

Another nod.

“That thing is a cesspool, and as soon as we’re done with dealing with the Anti-Ecto Acts laws, I’m getting rid of Ra’s little pool of doom. It’s left you with contaminated ectoplasm.”

Jason had read up on what ectoplasm was. It was a green substance that all ghosts were made of. It has been studied by the Fentons and the GIW and turned into an energy source. Jason felt a bit sick when he realized that the GIW had been using what was essentially ghost blood to hunt and dissect other ghosts.

“You’re not like me. You’re not a halfa. You’re a revenant. A human that died and came back later. You don’t have ghostly powers, but the ectoplasm in you gives you advanced healing and slows down aging.”

“So, I’m not a zombie, bummer. Imma have to adjust my jokes.”

Damian scowled, “This is serious, Todd.”

Jason chose to ignore the demon brat.

“What does that mean for me?”

“You still have ectoplasm in you, and you’re broadcasting it to the whole world. It’s a miracle, or maybe it tells how incompetent the GIW is, that you haven’t been found yet. Which means,” Danny gave a vicious smile that seemed a little too big to be human, “You and I are gonna train you to hide your ectosignature. Oh, we’re getting rid of that disgusting ectoplasm and giving you new one.”

____

Maddie went downstairs and tensed when she saw Damian and Jason.

“Relax, mom, I called them here.”

That did not make Maddie feel better, but she had decided a while ago to let Danny make his decisions (when they weren’t actively dangerous) and guide and support him.

Danny poured out a glass of ectoplasm and mixed it with sprite. He shoved it toward a skeptical-looking Jason.

“Here, drink this. The new ectoplasm will filter out the corrupted one. You’ll feel better, trust me.”

Jason cautiously sniffed the mixture before raising his eyebrow in surprise. He didn’t hesitate to drink the whole thing.

“Wow, that—that tasted good. Can I have some more?”

“Easy there, cowboy,” Maddie said before Danny could answer (she saw that mischievous glint in his eyes). “Ectoplasm is like a high-powered energy drink for ghosts, and pure ectoplasm even more so. Wait for your body to get used to it before you drink more.”

“Yeah, it did give me some kind of kick, holy fu—fudge, I mean fudge.”

“It’s okay, you can say fuck,” Maddie sighed; it’s true she didn’t care if her children cussed every once in a while. Ancients know she and Jack had done a few times when they’ve gotten burned, or shocked…or their inventions didn’t work the way they wanted them to.

“Mom, we’re going to be in the backyard. I want to teach Jason how to hide his ectosignature. Want to come?”

Maddie could see why that would be a priority. Even with her low liminality, she could see Jason broadcasting his ectosignature.

“No, sweetie, your father and I need to talk with Bruce after breakfast. You three can do it without me.”

Danny hugged Maddie, said a quick ‘I love you,’ and went through the backdoor.

Maddie ignored the pang of pity she felt at Damian’s envious stare.

____

Agent Alpha through a newspaper toward Agent K and Agent O.

“Have you seen this? This is unacceptable. We could lose funding and everything we have worked toward. Fix this,” she said before leaving in a huff.

“So, the ghost boy ran to the Justice League, and they fell for his lies,” Agent O said.

“It may seem so, but he went to Batman first, and we know where he operates.”

Agent K and Agent O looked at each other. It seemed they were going to Gotham.

I thought this was going to be a ten-chapter long fic. I was wrong

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