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dreamescapeswriting · 4 years ago

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What If ~ JHS [Request]

WORD COUNT: 2.4K

GENRE: Fluffy, single mum, Non!Idol Au, friends to lovers, flashbacks

PAIRING: Jung Hoseok X Fem!Reader @poppinpeaches

The drive over to your apartment complex wasn't that long but as Hoseok drove there his mind wandered over everything you'd been through together and how close you were as friends. Together you and Hoseok had been friends since you could walk and talk, your mothers had been friends which automatically made you the best of friends. He'd had the biggest crush in you during high school but never did anything about it because you were with someone else. The "love of your life," which at the time he was. You and your ex-boyfriend were a couple of the year, every year. Always together, even when you were adults you'd stayed together. Everyone thought you would be together forever until that one day. That one day that turned your life upside down along with Hoseok.

All of the hospital walls looked the same to Hoseok, he had no idea which way he was supposed to be running in. All the nurse had told him was that it was down the hall and on the right and to listen out for the screams. The screams were coming from every direction so he had no idea what that even meant,

"I swear to God if you don't get this baby out of me I will personally punch you in the nose!" That you, he knew that voice anywhere so he began rushing down the hall and entering the hospital room.

"Sir, no visitors." The same blonde haired nurse said to Hoseok but you grabbed onto his hand tightly,

"D-Don't leave me, I need him here. The dad isn't here, I need Hoseok." It was nothing new for you to say that you needed Hoseok, it was something you would say a lot. He'd been there for you through everything in your life as well as every stage in this pregnancy.

"I'm right here," He whispered to you as you looked up at him, tears rolling down your cheeks as you kept begging him not to leave you here alone.

"You're not ready yet, a few more centimetres and you'll be ready to go down to the delivery ward," You watched as the blond nurse left the room, giving you a dirty look as she went. It was all she'd been doing from the moment you'd gone into the pregnancy ward. Giving you dirty looks because the father wasn't there and in your words, "wasn't going to come."

"Hobi I can't do this," You whispered weakly as you turned to look up at him. Sweat was dripping down your forehead as you whimpered at him, you felt so exhausted from the contracts you'd been having all night. You'd woken up at 3 am and your boyfriend was nowhere to be seen, you hadn't been able to get ahold of him so you rushed yourself to the hospital calling Hoseok on the way.

"You can do this, we both know you are far stronger than you give yourself credit." He whispered reassuringly, taking your hand in his as he looked at you. On his way here he'd been trying to get your boyfriend on the phone, calling all of his friends including his mother but there was no answer from any of them.

"We're going to do this together, I'll be right by your side okay?" As he questioned you, you just answered him with a scream. The contractions were getting closer and longer which meant you were going to give birth any second. You'd read all of the books and been to every single birth class there was, you knew what was coming but still, you didn't feel ready.

"I know this is scary, I can't imagine what you're going through but we're going to get through this together," He whispered to you, as the same nurse from before came to check in on you, she took one look at your face before nodding at you and calling for more nurses.

"It's time," She whispered to you, her demeanour changing form the cold one she'd expressed before to a calmer one as she began wheeling your head out of the room.

"Where is he?" You whimpered as you looked around the hospital room, you were passing in and out thanks to the medication that the doctors had you on.

"He's sleeping," Hoseok whispered once he heard you speaking, he hadn't left your side all morning. You glanced over at Hoseok who had a giant smile on his face,

"You did well," He chuckled getting up slowly from the chair to get you some water but you weren't interested in that right now. Your eyes landed on your sleeping son who was being wheeled into the room by a nurse,

"It's time for your feed," You'd done this already before that morning so she left you both alone to do it in privacy, Hoseok looked up at the ceiling as you uncovered your breast and got ready to feed your son.

"Has...Has he shown up yet?" You questioned Hoseok who was now looking at you again, he shook his head slowly. Your boyfriend was still nowhere to be seen. Hoseok had been the one there for everything, first feed, first nappy change, everything. Your old high school crush feelings were starting to come out but you pushed them away. You were in a happy relationship - as happy as you could be with a boyfriend who didn't bother to show up on the most important day of your lives.

"Y/n," As the voice of your boyfriend rang through the room you almost dropped your jaw as you saw him standing there, he didn't even look at the baby in your arms.

"Where have you been? I-I was in labour," Throughout him leaving you there to deal with all of this you still loved him, you were still willing to forgive him for being late if there was a valid reason but then your eyes caught sight of the bags behind him. A suitcase was there too,

"Are you going on a business trip?" Hoseok watched as you continued to feed your son throughout this, he tried to slip out of the room but your boyfriend was blocking the only exit.

"No. I'm-" It was as though your boyfriend couldn't make it through the sentence he was trying to say to you, but both you and Hoseok could sense where this was going and what he was about to say to you.

"I'm leaving you...I don't want this, I don't want a baby. It means getting tied down and I don't want that, I'm meant to be a free bird. Flying around the world and travelling-" Hoseok looked at you as you carefully handed him your son,

"B-Burp him Hobi," You whispered to him as you shakily got up from the bed and walked over to your ex who was now trying to back out of the room but he tripped over his back. Falling onto his back as you towered above him.

"I just had your baby...I just gave birth to your son and you're telling me you don't want to be apart of his life? What? At all?" The coward on the floor began shaking his head at you,

"I never wanted children." You scoffed at him before throwing his bag out of your room and into the hallway, by now nurses and other patients on the ward were all turning to look at you.

"You should have thought about that before fucking me without a condom." You slammed the door to your room as you didn't want to cry in front of him, you didn't want to come across as weak right now.

"Y/n...Are you-" Hoseok didn't finish his question as you walked back over to him and your son, taking your now sleeping baby from him.

"I'm fine Hobi..." He knew you were lying but he didn't want to say anything, he just watched as you carefully laid your son down to sleep in the crib the hospital had.

"Go and get uncle Hobi," You laughed softly when you looked out of the front door, Hoseok was sitting in the car daydreaming about something. Your three-year-old began running over to the car before banging on the door and yelling out,

"UNCLE HOBI!" You giggled as you watched Hoseok jump out of his skin, whatever it was that he was daydreaming about really took him in by surprise.

"Hey, kiddo!" He screamed back at your son as he slid out of the car, bending down to pick up your kid who was now yelling out in surprise.

"I have a surprise for you!" Hoseok laughed wildly as he placed your son onto his shoulders and began bouncing up and down. You watched in awe of them as Hoseok walked to the back of his car, reaching into it and pulling out a bag. He'd told you he'd gotten your son a couple of late Birthday presents but this seemed like a lot rather than a little.

"Hobi- You already got him so much for Christmas, it made up for a bunch of birthdays." You grumbled as the two of them came towards the house. Every time your son had a birthday or Christmas Hoseok went above and beyond with the gifts. Making sure to spoil him as if he was his own which made you feel guilty but Hoseok loved your son.

"I saw them and I had to." He whined at you as you began walking into the living room together, your son sliding off his back and began jumping around asking what it all was.

"Please let me open it Uncle Hobi," You nodded at Hoseok who was looking up at you for permission,

"I'll make a drink, you're on clean up duty." You laughed softly, going through to the kitchen where you could still see them through the hatch in the wall.

As the kettle boiled you watched them both interacting with one another, Hoseok was like a father to your son more than his real dad ever would have been. His real dad never bothered to stay in contact, didn't even bother to send a card at the holidays or birthdays. It always made you wonder what life would have been like if Hoseok was the father if Hoseok had been the one you stayed with during school.

"Hoseok would have been a great father," Although you thought you were saying this to yourself Hoseok smiled with his back to you. He'd heard caught you once, on the phone to a friend when he was looking after your son talking about how much you'd wished he was the father instead. It wasn't the first time he'd caught you talking about him either, he'd heard you express how much you liked him before and now but he never did anything about it. He was always scared it would ruin your friendship but as time went on and you both grew closer it was getting hard to hide his feelings for you as well.

Later that night you were cramped up in your home office, you were working from home a lot while your son grew up. Your boss didn't mind since most of the stuff could be done from home anyway and he understood your situation.

"Here," You jumped a little as Hoseok placed a mug of tea on the desk in front of you, you were huddled over a folder of work and you looked up to see Hoseok.

"Hi," You whispered breathlessly as you tried to calm your heart rate down,

"I just put him to bed, he didn't want to bother you while you were working," You whined out at the thought of your son not wanting to bother you. You'd been so busy with work you'd barely noticed the day passing away from you, Hoseok could sense something was bothering you so he began rubbing your shoulders.

"You know, he's young but he understands really well. You're doing great Y/n...Don't worry too much." You nodded at him and moaned out as he continued to rub your shoulders. Your eyes fluttered shut as you sat there enjoying the touches from Hoseok, but that was when you felt his breath on your ear.

"I'd be a great boyfriend too you know," That was when your whole body tensed, you felt your body heating up in embarrassment and he chuckled deeply.

"I've heard you mention it a couple of times...W-Why didn't you come to me about it?" He questioned as you turned your chair around to face him, he could read the expression on your face.

"I was worried you wouldn't feel the same...Back in school, I liked you a lot but-"

"Our friendship," He finished off for you as you nodding along to what he was saying,

"Then when I was in labour...I-I thought it was just the hormones but then the feelings wouldn't go away...Even now, whenever you're around I get timid which is stupid because you're one of my best friends and now I'm rambling because I'm so nervous you won't-" His lips on yours cut you off, you instantly relaxed against his touch. Your eyes fluttering shut as your body gave in to the feelings you had for him. Butterflies setting lose in your stomach as you made out with him, it felt completely natural. Not forced or awkward, fireworks were exploding around you as he pulled you up from the chair. Setting you down next to him on the small sofa in your home office as you made out, his hands working their way to your waist as yours tugged on the strands of his black hair.

"N-Not yet," He whispered as you tried to pull his shirt up,

"I want to take you out first, on a real date," He panted as you looked into his eyes, nodding as you smiled at him. Both of you felt so overcome with emotions as you stared into one another's eyes.

"We should find a babysitter, someone who will make sure Mr Mischief is in bed," He whispered as you both turned to see your son standing with his head poking through the door, as soon as he saw you both notice him he gasped and sprinted off to his bed.

"Storytime with him?" You questioned as you got up from the sofa and linked your hands with Hosoek who nodded at you,

"I have the perfect story in mind," He whispered to you, raising your hand to his lips and leaving a small kiss on top of it before walking towards our son's bedroom.

Tagline: @lyoongx @mitzwinchester @fan-ati--c @rjsmochii @kneel-begyourpardon @taestannie @bisexualmess007 @innersooya @sw33tnight @sweeneyblue1

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capricornus-rex · 4 years ago

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A Shadow of What You Used to Be (2)

Chapter 2: The Homestead | Cal Kestis x Irele Skywalker

Requested by Anon

Summary: There is another! Years after young Anakin Skywalker departed Tatooine, his mother Shmi delivers a second child—this time, a daughter. Whilst the circumstance of the girl’s birth remains unexplained, Irele Skywalker has yet to choose the true path between those laid out for her.

Tags: Fem! OC, Irele Skywalker, Force-sensitive! OC, Anakin’s Younger Sister, Skywalker! OC, Darth Vader’s Secret Apprentice, Long-lost Sibling

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Chapters: Prelude | Previous: Part 1 | Next: Part 3 | Masterlist

3 of ?

Normally, it would take a rider on an eopie to travel from Mos Espa to the Jundland Wastes in five hours maximum. Cliegg, Shmi, and Irele saved themselves an hour or two by spurring the mounts to their full speed. In three hours, they’ve passed by Anchorhead, ending up in the Great Chott salt flat where the Lars homestead and moisture farm are nestled.

Just in the horizon, Irele could spot the white dome structure just a few more miles away. The binary suns are in full view of the sky. Cliegg grunted a command, and Shmi echoed it—thus, the animals kicked the dust at their heels, transitioning from their leisurely gait to a long-legged gallop. When the pair of eopies neared the house, a younger man—perhaps in his teens—comes out to greet the arriving pair of travelers.

“I take it that you’re done with your chores, Owen?”

“Just finished, right before you got here actually,”

Owen is Cliegg’s son, perhaps a younger shell of Cliegg as the boy has inherited his father’s sandy brown hair. The youth shifted his look from his father carrying a shut-down protocol droid to the second eopie carrying a woman and child; he watched the animal be coaxed to its knees by the female rider, the child jumped off first before her mother.

“You bought two of them?”

“You rather I separate mother and child? Would you think it right?” Cliegg quietly lectured.

The son did not argue further, for Cliegg was right. The man handed over the lifeless protocol droid to his son who carried it with great care and regard; the father whispered that it’s still in working condition, it just needed plating to protect its circuits. Irele was reluctant to approach Owen, but Shmi gently rung her arm around her daughter’s shoulder, and so the girl’s legs moved on their own following her mother’s pace.

“Hi there, I’m Owen,”

There’s a shy silence from the girl and took a pace back, blocked by her mother standing right behind her.

“Shmi, Irele,” Clieg addressed and looked at them respectively. “This is my son, Owen.”

“Hello,” the son managed a smile. “Why don’t you come in and let me show you around.”

Irele still hesitates.

“Go on,” Shmi cooed.

While Owen gave a tour of the house for Shmi and Irele, Cliegg would interject to show where Shmi and Irele would be of help around the home. Secretly, during the tour, Shmi would search for the matriarch of this household.

“Is there something wrong, Shmi?”

Shmi began with stammers and had to clear her throat.

“I was wondering where your wife is.”

Cliegg smacked his lips, preparing for an answer. Clueless, Shmi looked at Cliegg for a moment before she got a hint of the silence, she felt her cheeks burn hotter than the Dune Sea at high noon. Now feeling embarrassed, Shmi struggled to coherently apologized; Cliegg insisted that there was no harm done and briefly explained that his wife had passed. The woman expressed her condolences before moving on.

From the outdoor rotunda which intersects the different sections of the house, the combined voices of Owen and Irele grew louder and echoed through the open door frames—the noise causing both parents of each child to turn to the general direction where the kids are.

“Looks like they’re getting along quite well,” Cliegg chuckled.

Meanwhile, the two children have moved on from the living room to the kitchen—perhaps the widest Irele has ever seen in a house! She separated from Owen and ran off on her own, but the boy had caught up to her quickly and found in her the quarters hall. Scanning the area, she found three rooms, one of which was sealed off by a metal door.

The girl raises a finger pointing at the closed door.

“Is that where we’re gonna sleep?”

“Um…” Owen stuttered, before he could complete his words, Irele continued speaking.

“Is that where your slaves stay?”

Irele kept pouring questions, one after another; not leaving a space of a second for Owen to answer each one.

“So, me and mom—are we your first slaves or second?”

“A-Actually, my dad doesn’t feel comfortable when he calls you people ‘slaves,’ it just doesn’t feel right to him—myself included.”

“But… that’s what we are,”

All of a sudden, Irele’s inquisitive tone became somber. The reality has sunken into the eight-year-old’s mind, having no choice but to accept that lot in life.

“Hey now, we’re not gonna let you feel like one the same you guys did back in your old owner,” Owen reassured the girl in quite a brotherly way that Irele found comforting.

Irele’s eyes turned to the droid on Owen’s shoulders. She gestured a nod at it.

“His name is C3PO, in case you were wondering.”

“Oh, this?” Owen angled slightly so that C3PO faces Irele, who giggled. “I was almost worried that I had to figure out his model name and make a nickname out of that!”

“No, C3PO or 3PO is fine,” chuckled Irele.

That same afternoon, they already started working around in the house. Having to leave their house in Mos Espa to stay in the Lars homestead was also a big adjustment—literally and figuratively. Shmi was overwhelmed with how spacious the homestead is, and she knew that she needed to get used to it. Though it relieved her that Irele was slowly feeling comfortable around the house and the people who live in it.

In the evening, Shmi prepared dinner without being prompted to. She had remembered the times Cliegg had told her when they usually have their meals; of course, Irele helped around in the kitchen while the two men of the house finished their work in the farm and the small rotunda—for Owen at least. When father and son had completed the day’s tasks, they were greeted with a table of food but only set for both of them; Shmi didn’t hint the slight puzzlement in Cliegg’s face as his head slightly shifted left and right—counting only two plates, for himself and his son. The patriarch of the house seated himself awkwardly at the front of the table, with his son sitting on his left hand side. Now that their new owners have settled for dinner, Shmi and Irele silently decided to make themselves useful someplace else in the house—the girl was thinking she could while away her time in their garage, fix things that needed fixing. Cliegg stood up, causing a confused Owen to stop in the middle of piercing the meat with his fork, and chased the tandem who were now a few paces away from the dining room.

Cliegg grunted, supposedly to call out their names to stop them; regardless, Shmi and Irele turned around.

“Where are you going?” asked the patriarch.

“Oh, we were just going to work around the house while you have supper.”

“No, no,” Cliegg waved his hand and then transitioned to a gesture of welcome. “Please, come sit, and eat with us.”

Irele’s head tilted up to her mother, shooting her a trivial look, and slightly tightened her grip around her mother’s slightly bigger hand. Taken aback, Shmi didn’t know how and what to respond. Cliegg insisted again, though gently, as he always does with his actions. When the two had joined the other pair, only then did Cliegg began with his food; his first bite of Shmi’s cooking was delightful—he chewed slowly, savoring the flavor of meat and vegetables, he never spared a second to take a second the moment he swallowed the first bite. His reaction affirmed Shmi, in her mind, she had hoped she made a good impression to him as their new servant; Cliegg gestured at the food, wordlessly inviting Shmi to help herself, as well as Irele.

Irele only revealed a smile when she put the spoon in her mouth. Her mother’s cooking was the first reason. The second reason? The warmth that she felt around this house, at this table—it was surreal. She had craved for it—in the back of her mind, she did, she just didn’t know it would come this soon and from a person like Cliegg and Owen Lars.

“Hey Irele, tomorrow morning I’m gonna fix the vaporators in the farm. And maybe we can fix up C3PO. You wanna join?” Owen engaged.

Irele looked to her mother first for some kind of approval and then she nodded at Owen.

“But you gotta be early tomorrow morning!”

“Oh don’t worry, I never miss an hour!” she chimed.

Laughter sourced from the two children, then their parents accompanied with soft chuckles.

For a moment, Irele nearly forgot her life of slavery because it felt like she and her mother had walked into a new family.

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A few months of their tenure in the Lars homestead, rarely did they ever feel they were slaves. Helper was a kinder word, though not as demeaning as slave. Shmi and Irele worked around the house with full initiative and gusto, enjoying what liberty they have around the house—such as cooking for Shmi, and tinkering for Irele—something that was deprived of them back in that junkshop.

Remembering that promise, Irele joined Owen to the farm where he would show her the vaporators and how to fix them. Owen went ahead and started working on one of them, struggling with a wrench as Irele watched. Slowly, she went sat closer to Owen to examine the problem.

“There’s something lodged in there,” Irele pointed. “Here, let me.”

“Alright,”

Her slender fingers and tiny hands managed to scrape off whatever what was lodging the small hatch of the vaporator. While she’s at it, she noticed a loose wire in the circuit box and replaced it. Owen watched, impressed at the small child who would know such things. Irele grunted when the plug had fitted neatly into the correct socket and dusted off her hands together.

“How’d you learn to do that?”

“I worked in a podrace garage and in a parts junkshop. The podrace garage is just a part-time.”

“Well, that’s impressive for a kid,” Owen chuckled, forgetting he was a child as well. “But I guess we gotta know these things at this age, right? If we wanna survive.”

“Yeah, they’ll always come in handy.”

The two children continued with their chores. Cliegg joined them briefly to teach Irele how to harvest and how some of their equipment work. When the girl caught on quickly, seeing that she was a fast learner and Owen can handle himself in supervising her, the elder Lars returned to the homestead.

There came a time where Irele had to cut her day short and return to the house, leaving Owen with the other farmers—friends of Cliegg—that day. On the way, she didn’t know what to feel, but she sensed something unusual—she could not pinpoint, however, if it was good or bad. In the back of her mind, something was telling her—no, consoling her—that things will be fine and not the way she thought it would. When she arrived to the house, she spotted that her mother behaved differently—tightly rubbing her one clenched fist with the other, and holding back a smile.

“What’s going on?”

Shmi stood up from her seat in the dining hall and walked up to her daughter.

“Mom?”

“Irele, dear,” the woman took the child’s hand, looked over her shoulder to Cliegg and then back to Irele. “Cliegg is going to free us.”

The girl’s jaw dropped and her heart burst through her tiny ribs right then and there. Elated, confused, and overjoyed—she didn’t know what to make of these emotions all at once! Shmi could feel the shakiness of her daughter’s hands, Irele looked to Cliegg—speechless, but he must’ve understood and nodded as a wordless “You’re welcome.”

That same day, Cliegg called for Owen to come home as well. And so the family hopped onto a speeder and drove to Jabba the Hutt’s palace. Not one human in that speeder knew fluent Huttese, and so they tagged C3PO along—now outfitted with metal plates, they were tarnished in color but it was better than be a biped of exposed red and blue wires. There, they were greeted by a flesh-colored Twi’lek—Jabba’s loyal butler, Bib Fortuna—and immediately required them to state their purpose while a pair of Gamorrean guards stood on either side. C3PO greeted the Twi’lek in Huttese, accompanied by a slow bow, in the humans’ behalf. In Basic, Cliegg requested an audience with Jabba the Hutt for an appeal.

The male Twi’lek’s head slightly angled in intrigue after hearing the translation.

“An appeal?” Fortuna said to himself, barely muttering the word in the other language.

C3PO furthered his human owners’ purpose by briefly explaining what the appeal is about. It doubly piqued Bib when the droid gestured to the mother and child tandem of slaves, he somewhat got the idea, and he paused to contemplate or perhaps rehearse how he will present this to his master.

Nevertheless, the Twi’lek escorted the visitors to the audience chamber, where the master of the house: Jabba the Hutt, remains unmoving in his throne—which was more or less a stage—while toothlessly chewing on the mouthpiece of what ought to be an ornate hookah pipe. Irele felt small when she entered that chamber. There were eyes on her—human, humanoid, sentient alike—when she looked around and saw them drinking and mingling. Upon facing the Hutt, Fortuna bowed before presenting the visitors, he addressed to Jabba in the latter’s native dialect before joining the Hutt’s side.

The droid took one step forward, literally standing between Jabba and the family. Detecting some sort of prompt, C3PO first greeted the Hutt to appease him, and then proceeded to relay Cliegg’s request directly in Huttese.

Jabba hummed and his pupils dilated—with the same intrigue of Bib Fortuna. In his lack of a response, Cliegg follows up.

“I would like to request the freedom of my—” Cliegg paused and turned around. He cleared his throat. “These two slaves. I bought them from a Toydarian junkshop trader. Now that they are under my name, in my home, under my wing—I have deliberately decided to free them.”

If one has lived in Tatooine long enough to know how Hutts operate in their presiding territory, it is no surprise that such a bold request requires collateral or a barter. Cliegg had prepared for this apparently: he’s prepared to give a percentage of his harvest for five standard years to the Hutt, plus an adequate sum of money.

“You drive a hard bargain, Lars,” Jabba croaked in Huttese. There was a pause from the family and the Hutt continued. “Though, I appreciate the fact that you have prepared this. And to show that I am a generous leader, and that I have no qualms with you farmers nor your families: keep the money and give me fifty percent of your harvest.”

The Hutt’s generosity is rare, but it’s not surprising that he is not harsh towards people who have no qualms but it’s the safest route to appease him. Cliegg bit his tongue and gave a grateful bow.

“You are most gracious, Jabba.”

Jabba returned the bow and dismissed the family, as if second nature, Bib Fortuna saw them out the same way he escorted them inside. Once they have gotten through the massive metal gates and the echoing clang signaled the end of their business, Shmi turned to Cliegg—her blush concealed by a mask of a mild sunburn.

“Thank you, but I don’t know how I can ever repay you,”

“But I felt like it was the right thing to do,” Cliegg then turned to Irele, who was still elated from the entire ordeal. “A slave’s life is not a life for a child and her mother.”

Irele didn’t speak, but she smiled back at the remark.

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heir-of-talon · 4 years ago

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So I have commissioned these busts of the characters. I will post a bust of the person whose POV the chapter is written in ❤ Some may be spoilery but hey! It's just fanfiction 😉

HEIR OF TALON 2

Warnings: explicit/underage/violence

Summary:

After slaying Elder Wyrm and becoming CEO of Talon Ember works very hard. Slowly changes are creeping in, that threaten her relationships with Garret and Riley, her sense of self and her sanity.

Life at the top

Ember

I woke up with a yelp. The bed sheets and my shirt were rumpled and soaked through with sweat. I reached for a glass of water on the night stand and drank trying to wash away tightness in my throat tasting salt of my tears mingling with contents of the glass. It was just another nightmare I tried to calm myself, but at this point I had little doubt that these were true. As was ensuing weeks of captivity, when Gerard found more and more horrid ways to torment Ember after he learned, that she could heal quickly from injuries that would have killed anybody else. His lord and his men, formed a group around her, torturing her and slowly learning her secrets... Bloodlettings so they could bathe in her blood and become resistant to harm and disease. She has suffered it all without even feeling tempted to shift, because there inside her... a spire, only remaining reality of her happiness, of their destiny. No, she could still salvage him, she would endure and once he was out of her body she would shift and fly them both away to safety, to another world if need be, there was nothing she would not do for him, her little Dante. Her love though betrayed so cruelly have found new anchor and she would preserve.

And then... birth of their child, ten men with swords and kludges awaiting, hitting her, bleeding her and Gerard... he tossed his son into flames right after he nearly ripped him from her body amid her agonizing cries.

Hatred. All consuming, all destroying all mighty. She shifted and ripped them apart limb for limb, the men, the women, the children, anyone within the vicinity of the estate. She had nothing left for humans, the vile, cruel, mindless creatures...

These dreams always filled me with grief and despair. But I was not her. Or was I? Sometimes I was not sure anymore. I would better get up, it was going to be another long day.

Vipers were resisting my changes to the organisation and demanded to be allowed to form their own organization apart from Talon, my bare ass! I tossed my shirt aside and hurried to bathroom where I laid down in the bathtub and turned the water on. As warm water crept higher and higher covering my body I relaxed and garish details of the nightmare started to fade. My thoughts were sharp and clear again. No way I was going to relinquish control of Vipers, I will sooner get them all killed. But how do you do this exactly? The only way is to get them to kill one another and then maybe set the last one up to a surprise date with the Order? This would require some serious diversion though, to make sure they accept the orders and don't figure out the game too soon... Hmm maybe later, as the last instance, for now I would rather regain their obedience. Hot water have filled the tub to the brim and I ceased to think giving up to the utter delight of being submerged in relaxing warmth.

***

"Autumn and Cobalt are here to see you ma'am" my assistant's Rose voice sounded through intercom. "Let them in" I grunted, not at all happy. After momentary relief in the bath I have developed a nasty headache and painkillers did not really work on dragons. I was not sure if dragons should have headaches, I have not been sick one hour of my entire life before I have become CEO of Talon.

"Hello Firebrand, you look positively awful, what the hell happened to you?" Riley strode to my office and unceremoniously sat on a chair in front of my enormous desk pulling another chair closer and indicating for Autumn to sit next to him. This irritated me, I was the CEO, this was my office and he come without notice and behaved as he owned everything here. "I had a hard night" I said slowly "so this better be important" I gave them a tight smile.

"It's about my egg" Autumn said. "It's in hatchery now, and I don't want my baby to hatch there. I want him to be born free, not to spend his childhood in an isolated facility being drilled by Talon like we did." She talked calmly and was obviously at ease, while her ridiculous request literally made me seething inside. I waited till she was finished and replied. "How do you imagine to hatch a dragon egg and then rear a hatchling, unable to shift for two years and to stay reliably shifted for another ten in the middle of human society?" I asked calmly. "How are you going to feed it until it can shift? How are you going to avoid it being seen?". Autumn stared at me surprised by coldness in my voice.

"Easy Firebrand, this is why we came here. To find alternative solutions for these... challenges" Riley's voice was calm but he was now watching me with slightly narrowed eyes and I could hear him thinking hard. But I could not let Autumn take that egg away. These four eggs was all the organization had left. We've sustained substantial loses when the laboratory exploded, every dragon counted for survival of our race. "We were thinking about it for quite a while actually. There's four eggs that need to be reared. There probably won't be any new for some time now, as Talon's members will no longer be forced to mate and dragons breed extremely rarely on their own volition, being immortal, territorial and such. So we just need to provide these four hatchlings with a place to be in two years. It should not be that difficult..." "Oh you've got it all figured out, don't you!?" I cut him off. I was furious at his shortsighted sentimentality. "And who is going to provide these hatchlings with education and training? Their mothers, who's never set their foot outside of the breeding facility?!" Autumn looked as if I've hit her, but I didn't care. These hatchlings were important for the organization, now that the vessel program was abandoned. If they were raised outside of the organization will any of them wish to serve it? Will they even be suitable for our purposes? "What are you talking about?" Riley was furious now. "They will be instructed and influenced by our entire community. Just because you won't have total control over every moment of their lives, doesn't mean they will not turn out just fine". He took stunned Autumn by her hand and rose to his feet. "Come, we've must have caught ma'am CEO on a bad day." And then to me. "Do not think that you've heard the last of it Firebrand. This is important, this is the freedom we've been fighting for all this time. And I will not relent, just because you get to be the boss now!" He left with scared Autumn in tow leaving me to my headache and grim thoughts.

I pressed intercom button. "Rose? I am taking off the rest of the day. Tell the Archivist to schedule new date for meeting with Vipers" "Yes, ma'am." I dragged myself out of the office and staggered when the heat and sunshine of the day outside hit me. I could not remember being out in a middle of a day. Ruling Talon was consuming all my time and energy and throughout last few months I begun to see the point of the control and discipline within the organization, as dealing with Riley's rouges, Jade and other free spirits was clearly the most annoying part of my new situation. I could not remember the drive home. To a vast top floor apartment furnished by Rose to impress an empress as she has phrased it. I had no time to interfere and only added piles of discarded clothes to the setting. And these were cleared every day by a maid. So I entered my lavish suite kicked off my ballerinas, flopped on white leather sofa and closed my eyes.

***

I woke up with a start that made it clear, that my headache was still there. It was evening and someone was knocking on my door. I insisted on no Gilas in the building I lived in, just as I insisted on living among normal, if wealthy people, rather than in a fancy all Talon apartment complex few blocks from the HQ. Now I was suddenly reluctant to open the doors. "Ember?! Are you in there?" Garret. I sighed and dragged myself to the doors. "Hello commander" I tried to smile. "Come in and fix this shitty day". He did not smile just stepped over the threshold taking in my surely messy hair, crumpled suit and tired face. "What is wrong?" He asked dropping his duffel bag at the doors and pulling me into strong embrace. I closed my eyes breathing him in and feeling my headache and confusion melting away. But after a way too brief moment he pushed himself away to arms length and looked into my eyes. "What is going on Ember? You look so tired. And you missed the meeting today, the Archivist would not tell us anything, but Rose told me you went home feeling unwell so I come to check up on you."He said. "Wait a minute. What meeting?!" I felt an ugly suspicion rising. "Meeting with Vipers." He looked surprised and worried that I would ask. "The Archivist spoke in your name and got them in line, no worries. They are allowed to leave the organization under a long list of conditions, that shortly sums up to not killing, assaulting or terrorizing anyone ever and attending monthly meetings with their rehabilitation supervisors, new units consisting of one Talon employee and one Order's employee. Of course the agreement is only valid after you've approved it. From the looks on their faces no one is leaving for some time." He smiled to his thoughts.

I had plans for Vipers and this was not exactly what I would have gone for. I should be furious about Archivist bypassing me like that. But somehow it did not matter much. No, when Garret was here I was just relieved and thankful that things were taken care of. Suddenly I could breath freely and I thought that if only I could stay in his arms long enough I would heal and become whole again, the way I was before leaving Talon and the violent time that followed. I leaned in to kiss him and he answered crushing me to his chest. Then he lifted his head again and asked "Have you eaten?" Seemingly abandoning the topic of my bad looks. "No, I slept since noon. " Suddenly I could feel how hungry I was but at the same time I did not want to release him. "How about we order some tapas and eat here?" I pointed to the couch. He peered down at me and truly smiled for the first time since he saw me and I had a hard time trying to stay focused. There was my Garret, this intoxicating mixture of desire and disbelief in his gray eyes. "Give me a second to change, make yourself at home commander. Maybe order food, I want wine boiled chorizo, meat balls with tomato sauce and bacon wrapped dates big pile of each."

I winked at him and rushed to my bedroom and beyond to the walk in closet the size of an average apartment on Manhattan, as the real estate agent described it. There I quickly shed my office clothes and changed into oversized multicolor sweatpants and a knitted crop top. I turned and felt sudden apprehension about going back to the living room. My headache was on its way back and I just wanted to run as far away from Garret as possible, I sat on a chaise long in the middle of the closet. The boy was a nuisance putting it mildly, making me reckless and weak. The thoughts popped in and out of my head along with a passing stab of migraine until I heard his voice coming from somewhere close.

"Ember?" I exited the closet and found him standing at the doorstep to my bedroom. He quickly stepped outside, when he saw me, and I rushed to grab his hand. He sent me that worried look again. "Are you all right?" "Yes, was just changing." He looked me over doubtfully. "Food is here." He said. "Wow, that was fast." I chuckled slightly confused.

We ate talking about things we've been doing since we've last seen each other almost a month before. Garret got in touch with Order's Academy and tried to persuade them to provide much needed reinforcements sooner, than they meant it was possible. More and more survivors of Night of Fang and Fire surfaced all around the world and it was difficult to maintain his position as their leader. I sat buried neck-deep in documentation on Talon, that the Archivist deemed best suited to give me insight and understanding of Talon. I was also struggling to establish satisfactory level of authority. In other words both our lives sucked badly and we could not see the end of it. Afterwards I turned on some music and we went to the couch. Garret sat down in one corner and I nestled between his legs leaning sideways against his chest. I wanted to touch him, kiss him talk some more.

***

"Ember, better go to bed it's past eleven." Garret was shaking my arm lightly. Have I fallen asleep? Again!? "Don't leave me!" I blurted. "Stay with me Garret". He shifted under me. "My leg is sleeping. " He said and tried to stretch. "Let's go to bed then." I rose and he followed collecting his bag from the floor by the doors. I pointed him to guest bathroom and hurried to my own to brush my teeth. Then I slipped into the closet to change into shorts and oversized t-shirt with Toothless serving as pajamas. As soon as I slipped them on I rushed out and waited for Garret in the hall. He come out soon wearing only black boxer shorts, he was lean and tan, his hair bleached by the sun.

I felt my stomach twist with longing and dread, at the sight of him. I wanted him so much, yet I did not feel fit for passionate lovemaking. I was tired and haunted, Talon required things of me, that I doubted, he would accept. Going on like this was a torment for both of us, but we could not see any alternatives right now and I would not accept ending the relationship either. Garret was the only ray of sun in my existence, he loved me and I needed him, completely and desperately. Around him I was myself, battered and wan but myself, when he was gone I did not know who I was anymore.

I strode to him and hugged him tightly, which he returned with a purr. Then I caught his eyes and said solemnly "Garret I love you and I want to be close, but I have not been feeling well lately... And I know, that we don't see each other much, but I can't go all the way tonight. Actually I... might not want to do anything tonight" I felt lame, but he brushed hair off my temple, his expression soft. "It's okay. We are not obliged to do anything Ember. Let's get you to bed." He lifted me up and carried me to my bed, that was neatly made with fresh linens. He put me on the floor and lifted the comforter for me to crawl in. I laid down obediently and patted the pillow next to me. Garret slid under the covers beside me and the warmth of his body engulfed me as he put his arm around me and turned the bed lamp off. In the relative darkness of my bedroom with Garret so close all worries and problems seemed insubstantial, only his heartbeat was real, only the scent of his body and the warmth of his skin mattered. For the first time in weeks I fell into deep dreamless sleep.

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Fic: “Lighthouse,” For Week 6 of the Welters’ Challenge

Lighthouse

Fandom: The Magicians

Pairing: Eliot/Quentin

Rating: R for some descriptions of violence, implied physical assault

Warnings: Brief mentions of sexual assault

Word Count: 2,257

Summary: After Quentin’s ordeal with the lamprey, he boards the Muntjac but dreams and guilt follow. Confiding in Eliot might be the only way he can see the truth and shake off the recent past.

A/N: This is for @thewelterschallenge week six, “Gods and Monsters.” I don’t own The Magicians, they own me. This is just for fun. Comment and kudos are magic . . . enjoy!

Read it on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15038450

Lighthouse

By Lexalicious70

Quentin was free.

Sailing out on the open water, the Muntjac pitching in a steady rhythm beneath him, the exotic Fillorian sea breathing it salty brine in Quentin’s face as he hoisted sails and climbed the ship’s massive mast was like coming home to a place he’d lived in his dreams as a boy. There, out on the ocean, he could leave all of it behind on land—Alice’s accusing stare, her resentment of him for putting her back in a prison of skin and flesh, Penny’s terminal cancer, the absence of magic—all of it.

Quentin also had Eliot—courageous, beautiful Eliot, who was aboard with him in search for the seven keys that might help them bring back magic. Eliot’s presence, a balm on Quentin’s soul after their long separation, had become the constant Quentin hadn’t realized he’d needed. It drove away the horror of living in a world without magic—save one.

That one horror visited at night, after the sea waves rocked Quentin to sleep. It slithered into his dreams, a malevolent pale worm, its mouth a sucking horror lined with gnashing, spiny teeth. The memories of how it had invaded Quentin’s body wove detailed nightmares for him every night. It seemed that while the lamprey was gone, its damaging psychological taint remained.

On Quentin’s fourth night at sea, Quentin’s dreams led him to a dark room where the only source of light came from the glint of a large oval mirror. As Quentin approached it and his image grew more detailed, the skin at his throat began to ripple. Quentin opened his mouth to scream, only to birth the lamprey from between his lips, where it tore his jaw apart and caused freshets of blood to spill down his chin. As Quentin moaned and tried to close his ruined jaw with one hand, his eyes bulged, then burst, as the lamprey’s eggs hatched inside him and ate their way out. The mirror shattered at the same time, waking Quentin in the near-darkness of his cabin. His eyes snapped open but he neither gasped or sat up, the dream holding him in a paralytic embrace. He laid there, sweat beading on his temples and turning his underarms into damp tangles of anxiety. As the dream’s hold weakened, Quentin sat up and lit a lantern on the table next to his cot. It illuminated the room in a butter-yellow glow and Quentin gave a sharp bark of fear as a mirror across the room caught the light. The dream came back to him with vivid force and Quentin bolted, grabbing the lantern and staggering across the room and up the short flight of steps in the corner. The corridor there featured two glowing lanterns and a cabin door, adorned with a painting of Eliot’s crown. Quentin paused, his knuckles white as he clutched the lantern’s handle. He warred with himself for nearly a full minute and then nearly dropped the lantern when the cabin door swung open. Eliot stood there in a red-and-black silk robe, his crown absent, his dark hair tousled. He took in Quentin’s shivering form, clad in a linen sleep shirt that barely covered his thighs, before reaching out to take the lantern from the younger magician.

“Quentin? What are you doing?” He asked, and Quentin pushed a lock of loose hair behind one ear.

“I’m not sure. I—I guess I got turned around looking for the head. Sorry I woke you, El.” Quentin turned away and Eliot’s right hand on his shoulder made him pause.

“Unless you have some violent form of STD, you wouldn’t be shaking on your way to the bathroom. Quentin.” Eliot’s voice softened. Come on. Come in here and talk to me.” The hand squeezed gently, then massaged, and Quentin relented. He followed Eliot into his cabin and shut the door, admiring how Eliot’s long, lean frame counterbalanced the Muntjac’s movements and how he never seemed to misstep. Eliot hung the lantern, throwing light across the cabin and illuminating his writing desk, bed, and the drawers built into the walls. Eliot’s crown rested on a plum-colored pillow that sat on one of the room’s few shelves. The jade raced with golden light each time the Muntjac met the crest of an oncoming wave.

“Here, have a seat.” Eliot led Quentin over to the bed, which lacked an ornate headboard but was larger than Quentin’s little cot. The mattress wasn’t luxurious but soft enough to make Quentin want to lie back on it. He swallowed against the rapid slamming of his heart, the dream still at the helm of his consciousness and driving his anxiety like a freight train full of jangled nerves. Eliot pushed something cool into his hand—fresh water—and Quentin sipped from the porcelain tumbler.

“Thanks. That’s good,” he said after a moment. Eliot sat down on the foot of the bed and tucked his big feet up under his thighs.

“I’m sure you’re parched,” Eliot nodded. “I realize it’s humid on board, Q, but you’re sweating like you just outran a pack of horny werewolves.”

“I’m okay, El. Really.” Quentin sipped more water.

“Pardon me while I disagree. Vehemently.” Eliot rose and went to the quarter’s washing stand, where he wet a cloth will cool water and wrung it out before turning toward his friend. Quentin ducked him, trying to hide behind a grumpy scowl, but Eliot scoffed and collared him in a grip that was almost effortless. The cloth swept across his forehead, his cheeks, and then—oh, bliss—rested at the back of his neck as Eliot lifted his hair with his other hand. Quentin sighed and Eliot’s clever hands were at the hem of his nightshirt a moment later, tugging it up and off. Quentin gave a startled yelp of surprise, then Eliot was wrapping him in a clean silk robe.

“Relax, Quentin. That nightshirt is soaked.” Eliot tossed it into a wicker basket in the corner.

“Thanks.” Quentin pulled the fine material around himself and smiled as Eliot’s scent wafted up like a soothing breeze.

“It’s no trouble.” Eliot sat back down. “So. You must have had some interesting adventures before you found your way back here. I did too . . . did I tell you I met The Great Cock?”

“The Great—uhm, no, I don’t think so.”

“Arrogant, but I suppose he has a right to be. And he did point me in the right direction when it came to starting this quest.” Eliot paused and leaned back to remove the damp towel from the back of Quentin’s neck. “What about you? Any run-ins with fantastic beasts?” He asked, and Quentin’s hand tightened around the water glass.

“Uhm. You know . . . the usual weirdness. Nothing to portal home about.”

“Is that why you’re practically leaving finger impressions in that glass? Or why you showed up here a shivering mess from what had to be one hell of a nightmare—what?” Eliot asked as Quentin flinched in surprise. “You think I don’t recognize night terrors when I see them? You don’t think I’ve had them?”

“I—I guess you probably have, but this isn’t like—” The name hung unspoken in the air. “What you might have nightmares about.”

“Then tell me about them.”

“What good will that do?”

“Quentin. I’m not a fool, and I’ve dealt with enough to give me a lifetime of nightmares—and to know that some kind of trauma causes them to manifest themselves.” Eliot reached out and touched Quentin’s face. “Tell me what happened.”

“Mmmm-mm. No. I can’t.”

“Why not? Were we separated so long that you don’t trust me anymore?”

“No! It’s not about trust, El . . . it’s—it’s just so embarrassing. I didn’t want anyone to know because I feel weak and stupid that I couldn’t stop it—”

Alarm flashed across Eliot’s face.

“Wait. Quentin, did someone—hurt you?” He asked, and Quentin glanced away.

“It wasn’t a someone. It—it was a lamprey, one of those creatures that was chasing Alice because she’d been killing them off when she was a niffin. One of them found us, and uhm . . . turns out they can jump from host to host. Like a parasite.”

“A parasite.” A mental image rose in Eliot’s mind, one that made him feel furious and nauseated at the same time. “Q, did this thing hurt you?”

“I didn’t know what was happening at first.” The words started to tumble out of Quentin, as if Eliot’s question had broken some mental dyke. There was this guy in an alley near Alice’s place. When he approached me, I didn’t know what he wanted but then he just attacked me. The lamprey was in him and it must have known it could get to Alice if—” Quentin’s voice trembled and Eliot put a hand over his.

“Q. Lampreys are among the most powerful beings in this realm or any other. You couldn’t have possibly defended yourself, especially without magic.”

“I thought I knew what pain was, especially after we battled The Beast. But this was—it was like being eaten alive, El. It chewed right through my clothes and just—” Quentin swallowed against the truth. “Went inside me.”

“Oh, Q.” Eliot shifted forward and slid his long arms around his smaller friend. “I’m so sorry.”

Quentin stiffened at the embrace but Eliot’s familiar touch and scent won out over his anxiety and he allowed his head to drop onto Eliot’s shoulder.

“I’ve never felt so helpless in my entire life. It controlled me completely once it was inside and all I could do was watch. It tried to use me to kill Alice, it—it laid eggs in my stomach—” The last word broke on a sob and Eliot rocked him, carding one big, elegant hand through his tawny hair.

“Shhhh, Q. Shhh, it’s all right, you’re safe here.” Eliot tugged Quentin forward until he was sitting in his lap. He let the young man cry for a few minutes and then rubbed a soothing hand over his back. “Was Alice able to kill it?” He asked, and Quentin nodded.

“It jumped into her father, but the stress was too much for his heart. He died, El, right in front of Alice, and it was my fault!”

“No.” Eliot pulled back and frowned. “That’s bullshit, Q.”

“How is it bullshit? I brought that thing into Alice’s house!”

“Wrong. Alice brought that thing into Alice’s house when she decided to hunt down lampreys as a niffin. If anything, what happened to you was her fault!”

“Maybe she knew that. Maybe that’s why she helped me purge the eggs after the lamprey left.”

“Perhaps we can gloss over that detail.” Eliot’s lips puckered in distaste. Quentin gave a weak chuckle.

“Gladly.” He wiped his eyes with one hand. “I wish I didn’t remember it all so clearly. Or feel so fucking weak for letting it happen.” He pushed his hair back. “So cowardly.”

“I know how you feel,” Eliot nodded, and Quentin frowned.

“How can you? You’re the High King, El, you’ve faced down dozens of enemies without even ruffling your hair!”

“Thank you for admitting you notice my hair. But actually, there was this one incident. I was facing imminent death at the hands of this powerful being that was intent on destroying me and Margo. And it would have, if not for the heroic actions of a fellow magician, who nearly gave his life and sacrificed someone he cared about to save us.” Eliot smiled and touched Quentin’s hair. “And when I saw him there, in the aftermath, I never felt more helpless or weak in my life. Because I thought I might lose him.”

Quentin blinked in realization.

“You mean in the clearing near the wellspring . . . when I released my cacodemon.”

Eliot nodded.

“Margo and I still talk about it. How brave you were and how you must have known what might happen to Alice.” He pushed a lock of hair aside, out of Quentin’s face. “P.S., when we’re in a better place, I am braiding this hair.”

“Like hell.” Quentin nudged the hand away with a playful gesture before he sighed. “You’re right, El. I did know what might happen that day. But Alice wanted to hurt you and Margo for something I chose to do. I couldn’t let you pay for my infidelity.”

“Thank you, Q. And also, thank you for not calling that night a mistake.”

“What I did to Alice was a mistake. But being with you and Margo—it felt too natural to be wrong. It just took me some time to realize it.”

“Cowardice, weakness, right, wrong . . .” Eliot lifted a shoulder. “It’s all so subjective, Q. Alice was cowardly to let the lamprey get that close to you because it wanted revenge. You did nothing wrong and you, Quentin Coldwater, are one of the bravest souls I’ve ever met, with or without magic.” He leaned in and kissed Quentin on the mouth. Quentin’s dark eyes widened.

“What was that for?” He asked, and Eliot smiled as he turned down the lantern and pulled Quentin onto the bed with him.

“Consider it my own special brand of cacodemon.” He spooned Quentin and slipped an arm around him as the Muntjac rocked them both. Quentin gave a sigh as he reveled in Eliot’s presence, and the older magician whispered in his ear as drifted off to sleep.

“Eliot says go free.”

Fin

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New Post has been published on https://lovehaswonangelnumbers.org/the-quantum-awakening-october-2019-issue-248/

THE QUANTUM AWAKENING October 2019 Issue #248

By Gillian MacBeth-Louthan

IN THIS ISSUE

From your Hostess of Light

We are destined to make a difference, Damn the consequence

Time Bubbles

Bantering with the future does not place one in the cockpit of destiny

White Knight Crystals

11:11 Galactic Gateway workshop

Cosmic Classified

From Your Hostess of Light:

I know this is only October but it’s time for you all to gear up and get ready for the ride of your life. Our planetary teacher Mercury goes retrograde on Halloween. The ghosts of Christmas Past will be here sooner than expected. During this time I usually call in the goddess of completion because when you can’t go to sea you stay home and mend nets. We all have a closet full of nets that need mending reconnecting resetting and recalibrating. We will have plenty of time for that between October 31st and the first day of Sagittarius at the end of November. When you actively enter a state of completion the universe issues a decree and declaration in your favor. The universe is all about order within the chaos.

The human mind is hungry for order, hungry for completion, hungry for checking off everything on the to do list. The brain needs to know that everything that has been nipping at its heels to do, to complete, to read, to be, has now come to a place of rest. Just like a waking in the morning a rest allows one to renew their senses, to renew their rhythm to renew life. We are so serious as humans worrying about every little thing this timeline opens up an opportunity to learn to play with the universe, like two children playing ball in joy with no expectations, totally in the moment. Play involves a give and take. Give yourself the gift of play. Interact with the magic of life pure like a child’s heart and watch the blessings flow. Need Nothing, Attract Everything!

We are destined to make a difference, damn the consequence

When two or more gather in purpose and heart the universe encircles and lifts them to a place of miracles made manifest. When a person of wisdom comes together in pure heart and intention to give others his truths a new network of light is created and the light quotient is then increased. This is a time of deep reflection into a pool of possibility. Each situation in your daily life will touch you deeper into your soul core.

You can verbally discount the sadness of another by saying it will not affect you but we as a planet and a collective light are actively ‘our brother’s keeper’. As a species we are energetically and biologically connected to each other. As the light energy steadily increases in pressure and position we will find many who cannot adjust to this change. Emotions will float to the surface like a buoyant treasure. Playing into another’s personal dark dialogue and finger pointing will only clip your wings of light. Wishing a disagreeable person a poignant light will serve to unplug you from their grid of self-sabotage.

With time speeding up and life not slowing down we find that we are not able to keep all of our promises to ourselves and those we love. Our intentions are grandiose but full of hot air as we can barely rise to the occasion of making it thru the day. The feeling of walking in wet sand as we sink deeper and deeper into a place of lethargy. We can blame it on the month or the stars or solar minimum but we all know we have lost our sparkle. Like a champagne glass filled with soda, we are not reaching our full potential. The shore seems farther and farther away as we swim for our lives. We want to blame someone or something but ultimately it lands on our back porch. Guilt trips are packed for weekend stopovers as we all gallantly sidestep all that needs addressed.

Within the human being is a seed of hope. A seed that stays planted no matter how bad the weather or life may be. So many people have worked so hard only to see their dreams laid to rest in a barren thirsty soil. They have followed their divine blueprint into a desert that grows little. They have extended themselves financially, emotionally and physically, plowing a land that is unfriendly and does not support them. We become robotic like, as we struggle not to feel the sadness and disappointment in our heart. We don’t want to give up on what lives in our heart, the seed of hope we all hold for humanity.

We try hard to escape this harsh reality but life swims toward us with an open mouth. Any illusion of control is held tightly in the body as pain. Our bodies kick and scream and our soul pirouettes out of control. All personal considerations go on hold as these vast energies enter our field of inquiry. Fight or flight gallops thru our thoughts as adrenaline pumps hard. We feel helpless and hopeless as our dreams seem to whither on the vine. Our ability to nurture has turned into the need to survive. We begin to panic looking for the escape hatch, anything has to be better that all of this planetary upheaval. W sit in this empty space asking to be rescued by anything or anyone. In this place of see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil, the scent of danger lingers around the campfire.

It is time to get off our weary haunches and stand up for what we believe in. We are not little in light nor purpose. We are destined to make a difference, damn the consequence. We are held responsible by our actions or inactions by the cosmos. We have the quantified tools to shift the particles of all that seems to take away our freedom of choice. We seem to be adrift on a sea of circumstances. We are paddling with our spiritual hopes and dreams. When it seems you are drowning in life, don’t pray and swim to shore, but get out of the boat and walk on water. We are the Saviors of a world that has come undone. We are not blind victims, we have come into this world with eyes wide open. We have a Great Promise in our hearts to keep. This Great Promise casts a Light greater than any shadow. The heavens look to us to become the transformation we seek.

Time Bubbles…

The Time-Gates were created to occupy a space which holds all possibility. As the Time Gates open this 11;11 and time flows equally in all directions, everything that you have held on to emotionally, physically and mentally is now given a declaration of release. The opening of these Time-Gates herald a deep healing for all of humanity. The walls in your heart, in your life, in your thinking – have served you well. They have sequestered you kept you looking at the same thoughts over and over again, never refreshing what you once dreamt. always bringing the heavy arduous dark past into the very new now. Time was birthed to keep worlds dimensionally safe, until they were ready to expand in consciousness. As the constructs of holographic universes and self-imposed invisible walls are freed one is able to move forward without time restraints.It is time to heal. It is time to release the pain in your heart. It is time to let go. It is time to forgive. It is time to love, deeper, and fuller, than you ever thought possible. By moving your awareness into a malleable future, you will find that time will take you into a probable future. This is done by lifting up your thoughts and energies.

Time entrances and exits are inching their way towards all of the ancient and modern artifacts of Power. When a time door is opened, it affects the molecular spin of the entire planet.it also affects the memory. Even though you are moving as fast as you can in your mind and body, your actions will appear to be cartoon like. The molecular spin of life has slowed down to look at itself, Revealing where there are rips and tears in the time- flow. Time as you know it is under construction. As the sands of time slide through the portals of all that is sacred, seen, and unseen, humanity’s hope is revealed as it is seen in a full spectrum of possibility. As Time begins her journey back towards herself, her place of preference, she asks you to not give up on what lives in your heart. The Universe has placed within you a seed that cannot die, that cannot be sown into another’s pocket. The Universe has placed in you a time mark that asks to be viewed under the microscopic eye of your true heart.

The unknowable becomes seen in the Halls of Time. That which has been emptied, now becomes full. There is nothing to let go of, you are simply free to explore all that you are. A realm shift awakens from a long slumber to escort you into the next cornerstone where time and space meet, embrace and finally become one again. The prophecy you seek to know bends the rules of physics. It is living and pliable awaiting your instructs. In your awakened state all livingness will respond to you, thus the need for future knowledge is short and to the point. In the hologram of earth when you see the future you change it! When you have a need see it fulfilled, know that the universe shifts in accordance with your personal beliefs.

Bantering with the future does not place one in the cockpit of destiny

So many are still hanging on for dear life to what was and what should have been what could have been. Let’s face it dear ones the tide lines have loosened and you can no longer sunbath upon the shores of the past. You are the wizards and handmaidens of light. You alone hold the magic of ever changing possibility. The outcome of all action is innumerable and cannot be counted upon. In these times of change many have lost sight of the shore and thrash about drowning in a tidal pool. When the winds of change blow you can ride them soaring to new heights in delight or allow them to keep your tired and exhausted always fighting the force.

A natural rhythm needs to be established as you walk the sacred path of life as a sacred-partner. See the magical qualities of life as natural. Nature is a great healer, look at life from a different perspective. When you see beneath the surface you see with the eyes of God. See with a great hope and a deep knowing. Become a seer of what is invisible to the human eye but not the human heart. ‘You’ll see it when you believe it’ is shouted from the biological rooftops of humanity. Cellular intelligence declares its independence from circumstance, leaving no time to sit and ponder the outcome. Bantering with the future does not place one in the cockpit of destiny

Right comes from the left as internal circuitry reacts to the radiant downloading. Photonic particles are created as life moves closer and closer to a dialogue with space without time. ‘Make it so’ is echoed in the halls of time as everyone is asked to participate in this next creational dance. The Achilles heals of many will ache with prayers as they are brought to their emotional knees in order to receive communion with first light. Humbleness allows an opening in the canyon of self that once dead ended. The impassable mountain responds to true emotion from the deep clear well of caring.

You are asked to become more than you ever thought possible! You are asked to become the healer, you are asked to become the scholar. You are asked to become all that you dodge. You are asked to make personal decisions that even the angels would fret over. You are being pulled away from your personal line in the sand and taken to a new beach without footsteps. You are asked to increase your belief factor in yourself and all of your abilities. You are asked to redesign yourself in a collage of life imitating art. You are asked to step up to the plate and sup upon what is needed to be done, let it fuel your life force. Instead of allowing life and her daily deeds to suck all of your energy allow it to give to you increased energy. Stop whining about what has be-fallen you and see it as a piece of the soul puzzle you seek.

Bantering with the future does not place one in the cockpit of destiny. What is yet ‘to’ be is still unformed and embryo. Riding the reactions of a world that is still at a point of choice will only serve to lower the immune system of many. Adrenaline spikes off the charts as the pulse of the world watches and worries. True faith needs to plant itself in the soul of humanity. Look deep with the eyes of your soul and ‘see’ what lies before you and behind you hidden in the ripples and illusions of time.

WHITE KNIGHT CRYSTALS

As soon as I saw these crystals when I was in Denver I felt The Charge of the Light Brigade coming towards me, a multitude of White Knights. I saw a million maidens faces light up as what they thought was only myth began to take form right in front of their eyes. The women of Earth are programmed to seek someone that will stand up for them, protect them, someone that will believe in them, and see them as an equal partners. Women of earth seek someone that sees their true intrinsic value, as the living feminine aspect of God. Women seek someone that honors their words, their choices and their dreams and sees their true beauty.

A true White Knight is not necessarily a handsome Hunk of Burning Love upon a powerful white Arabian stallion; a true White Knight is one that has a holy flame within his heart. A light that speaks volumes, a Light that scares all shadows from their hiding places. This light cannot be bought it cannot be sold it cannot be made, it just is!

A true White Knight asks to be honored as well. He knows his value and worth he knows the codes of Honor that he has held throughout time. He knows the value of human life and seeks to eliminate suffering. He is a Champion for just causes, He cannot ignore injustice. This myth is so real and tangible within all women you can almost taste it, like sweetness on the air that never fully lands on ones tongue. We as the women of the world have given up on the legend of the White Knight coming to rescue us or to save us. We have been ladies in waiting for so long that our dreams have fractured and fallen apart. We want to believe we truly do.

These truly beautiful crystals come to remind us to dig deep in the wells and the trenches of our memories and hearts and lift up the thought of planetary ‘white knights’ moving in and out of time seeking those that call thru their hearts. This thought in all its multitude of coatings, asks to be welcomed into this earthly place and time. We as representatives of the Divine Feminine, need to lift up the true belief of a white knight, a good man, an honorable man, a strong man who stands up for what is divinely right no matter what the consequences.

We as the ‘ladies in waiting’ may not see many examples of this in our daily lives, our politics, or our world leaders, but there is a hard copy, a blueprint that lives in our hearts forever. It is “we’ that hold the promise of rescue. It is through this belief that the white knight will be birthed.

“We as the Divine Feminine aspect of the living Light and Goddess now give permission for the Power and Light of the ‘White Knight’ to be birthed into this time and place. We issue this decree through our Hopeful Hearts, each and every one, and so be it’.

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cameoamalthea · 8 years ago

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Half-Dragons

In the DnD campaign my husband is running we are going to visit a village of half-dragons. In D&D a half-dragon is a cross between a dragon and some other unrelated creature. Also in D&D, certain types of dragons are evil.

One of our player characters was given a quest to get black dragon scales and green dragon scales. Rather than fighting one of those types of dragons our party is going to visit the half-dragon village, a commune in the Dark Forest where half-dragons outcast by society have formed a colony/retreat.

Black Dragons: The vile tempered and cruel of all evil dragons. They are sadistic, even preferring to eat sentient beings so they can enjoy their food suffering, and above all love cruelty and hurting others alongside ruin and misfortune.

Green Dragons: The most cunning and treacherous of all evil dragons. They are master manipulators who revel in corrupting people and/or hoarding them like possessions. They enjoy bending others to their will, betraying/tricking others, lying, manipulation, and eating elves.

So these sorts of dragons don’t seem like they would be very good parents or very good romantic partners so that begs a ‘how did that happen?’ For any green or black half dragon and the DM wasn’t sure, so I offered to come up with some back stories.

So if you like messed up back stories, here are our 3 Green Half-Dragons and 1 Black Half-Dragon and 1 White Half-Dragon

Corradinus (Corry) Bognár

Race: Black Half-Dragon, Half-Human

(Warning: This is very dark. TW rape, death, torture, attempted infanticide/child abuse)

Corry’s mother, Lady Ravenna, was the daughter of a powerful noblemen whose father, Count Bognar rebelled against his league lord, the Duke, who then laid seigue to his keep. The war was made worse by flooding, which led to failed harvests and famine. With his people starving, Count Bagnar was forced to surrender and the Duke set fire to keep to teach the Count a lesson about rebellion. The Count’s family, along with a few trusted servants fled, eventually turning to the treacherous swamp lands for refuge from the Duke’s men.

It was there the dragon found them.

Cory’s father, Mergandevinsander, was a black dragon who lived in the dreaded swamp lands which surrounded Count Bognar’s land. Like all black dragons he was evil and sadistic. When he came upon the refuges he killed them. Slowly.

Ravenna watched as her mother was swallowed alive and her nurse-maid half melted by the dragon’s acid breathe. All the while the dragon taunted her of the pain he had in store for her. She tried to bargain with him, promising it the wealth of her father’s keep (and hoping to lead it to the Duke’s forces where one foe might destroy the other at least). The dragon agreed, if only give her false hope. When they returned to the keep it was a ruin and there was nothing there of value. Ravenna saw her father’s head mounted above what was left of the gate and lost all will to live.

“Just kill me” said Ravenna.

“No”

Rather than allowing her to escape her pain Mergandevinsander transformed himself into the likeness of the Duke and raped the girl.

The dragon made the ruins his home, and was soon joined by a band of kobolds who served him there, and kept the girl as a toy for a time. When Ravenna became pregnant he kept her under watch and had his kobolds care for her. He wanted to see her face when the she saw the thing she gave birth too.

When she was closer to the end of her pregnancy he let her go. Let her wander pregnant and cursed, unable to seek help without any who helped her seeing the thing growing inside her.

When her baby was born Ravenna was so horrified at the sight of it she through it into a river. Miraculously, or perhaps due to his black dragon heritage, the baby survived and was found by a Priest of Ilmater.

Given that Ilmater is the god of compassion. The clergy dedicated themselves to providing healing and succor to all in need, whatever the cost to themselves, as they believed life was sacred and that suffering to preserve it was holy. Given that, the priest had pity, even for a child such as this.

With the baby was a scroll, a final letter from his mother asking his forgiveness for what she about to do and explaining the circumstances of his birth.

Corradinus was raised in a monastery as a cleric of Ilmater and later dedicated himself to learning combat so that he could defend the weak, specializing in non-lethal techniques and sparing his opponents pain where possible.

Class: One level of cleric, the rest Monk

Personality:

Although Black Dragons are knows for being the most evil-tempered and vile of all dragons, Dinus is perhaps the most sweet-tempered and kind of all half-dragons. He is generous, friendly and helpful. He is very devoted to his god Ilmater and tries to embody the tenant’s of his faith. He also enjoys the idea of being a dashing hero, favoring a rapier as his weapon and doing his best to be gallant and charming.

Appearance: Think Night-Crawler but black and with scales, and violet eyes

Blerta Song

Race: Half Green Dragon, Half-Gnome

(Warning: Weird Kinks, Sexual Harassment)

Her father, Hamnet Von Kinky-Gnome, had a lot of fetishes (possibly all of them). Being a gnome was fortunate because one of his major kinks was larger women. He also had a thing for scales. It was very fortunate Hamnet lived in a world where larger creatures and sentient creatures with scales existed.

Unfortunately, most creatures don’t enjoy being fetishized, especially not by creepy gnomes.

In many ways, that’s why, the green dragon Verthandantalynx was perfect for Hamnet. When the villagers of Trenahess, who worshipped the green dragon, offered Hamnet as a sacrifice to her, his response was:

“vore me mommy”

Verthandantalynx found this incredibly creepy and off putting, and asked:

“Seriously?What is wrong with you?”

Before clarifying that she wasn’t going to eat him if he was turned on by it (because that would be weird). He informed her that there wasn’t a thing she could do that wouldn’t turn him on.

He then proceeded to tell her how beautiful she was and how wonderful she was in every way. Her vanity, and green dragons are very vain creatures, eventually overcame her discomfort. Although there was no challenge in bending the gnome to her will, having a willing and adoring pet seemed like it could be fun for awhile…

She she laid a clutch of tiny (for her) eggs and sent Hamnet away because he shouldn’t be anywhere near children. Only one of the eggs hatched and from that egg was born a baby green half-dragon. She gave the baby to her followers to raise, and they named her Blerta.

The dragon instructed her worshippers to raise Blerta and make sure ‘she doesn’t turn out like her father.’ So she was raised to be the most proper and pure maiden possible, and as a teenager was given a Paladan who was a member of the order Beloved of Lurue. These followers of the unicorn goddess Lurue take a vow of chastity, and the villagers figured that joining an all female order of virgins sworn to forsake earthly bonds would keep Blerta from turning out like her father.

The Paladan, for her part, thought that adopting a tiny half-dragon girl sounded a lot better than being fed to much less tiny mother. As far as being captured by an evil dragon worshipping cult goes, adopting a teenage girl is not the worst outcome.

Upon learning that the girl’s name was Blerta Song, the Cleric’s unicorn companion, Silver, suggested dropping by the bard’s college to get the girl music lessons, because ‘can you imagine a Bard named Blerta Song?’

Class: Paladan/Bard

Personality: “Lurue teaches that life is there to be lived, and one should live it with zest and flair. Adventures and quests should be taken on a whim and life should be filled with good times and laughter.” Blerta enjoys singing with cute woodland creatures and writing songs about the forest. She is a bit vain, being raised as the sacred child of the dragon her village worshipped and can be bossy. She enjoys attention. However, the core of her religious devotion is goodness, kindness and chastity.

Appearance: Chibi green dragon monster-girl

Midori Takehiko

Race: Half-Green Dragon, Half-High Elf

(Warning: Discussion of Sexuality, strong language)

Midori’s mother was an elven princess named Aoi, who was offered as a sacrifice to the Green Dragon Claugiyliamatar. While green dragons generally enjoy eating elves, Claugiyliamatar was intrigued by Aoi’s fearlessness and cunning. She saw in her a useful servant and the two became fast friends.

In short, they were both cunning, manipulative bitches who likes the idea of power and freedom. Claugiyliamatar could transform a dragon into a human using magic and of all her kind was perhaps the most gifted at changing shape. She took Aoi as a lover, offering whatever form the elf princess preferred. Since Claugiyliamatar could shape shift, when Aoi suggested using a strap-on she simply altered anatomy. This led to a discussion about having children, which Aoi wanted as she liked the idea of having someone who would love her absolutely.

So Midori was born to an evil interspecies lesbian couple and raised to be a cunning princess.

Class: Rogue Assassin/Monk

Personality: Think Loki meets Azula

Appearance: Green Half-Dragon

Thanth Halen

(Half Green Dragon, Half-Human)

(Warning: None really, bad names and kidnapping I guess)

His father, Led Axle Halen, was a famous bard who toured across the land, beloved by all, and his music caught the attention of a Green dragon, Fll'Yissetat, who kidnapped him as her personal pet/music. She herself had once been held captive for a time and informed him that meant she ‘didn’t want to hear him complain about it.’ If he wanted for company, she could give it to him. Since he missed the company of his groupies, he agreed.

Their offspring, Thanth, inherited more human characteristics. He is incredibly muscular and handsome. He also inherited his father’s musical talent.

Class: Bard/Barbarian

Personality: Viking God of Rock

Appearance: Muscular man with long hair, muscular arms, green dragon wings and horns like a green dragon. He is very sexy.

Ed Snowflake

Race: Half White Dragon, Half Orc

No one is quite sure how this happened, as white dragons are feral, vicious and basically animals famed for being really stupid for a dragon. Ed offers no clue as to how his parents met because Ed doesn’t seem to be able to speak. Or at least, if he can speak, he probably doesn’t know very many words.

Class: Barbarian

Personality: Think Ed the Hyena from the Lion King meets the Tasmanian Devil from Looney Toons

Appearance: Imagine a white dragon crossed with an Orc.

#dungeons and dragons

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broken-bone-tower · 8 years ago

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This lore is really long, since it’s a clan sub-faction (and loosely based off book characters).

The Court of Shejidan

Tabini was bred for war, for battle and bloodshed. A pure breeding of Imperials, with all of their size and grace, and the colours of his line. However, fortune saw that he was nothing like what he was intended for. He's small for his breed, even not counting his age, his colours mixed and clashing. Despite all these disappointments however, Tabini excels as a Warmaster. He's cunning and quick, knowing how to use his size against others, having twice the wits and skill for strategy as the next dozen or so dragons. Tabini is ruthless and unable to be swayed once he has been set on a path. When Tabini makes up his mind, it's best to just batten down and wait out the storm of his indomitable will. Because of this, his choice in mate came as a shock to most (thought perhaps not, being a tale as old as time). Where Tabini is cold and firm, Bren is warm and willing to listen. Where Tabini sweeps aside the weaker ones in his way, Bren is kind, giving any and all the chance to prove themselves and make the world better. And while Tabini had never been at a loss for words in his life (for they're just another form of battle) even he would have to admit the ease in which Bren is able to outclass all with his witty tongue. Eventually Bren's solid surety eased it's way into Tabini's heart. Rivalry turned to friendship, affection, and even though he is unwilling to admit it freely, love of Tabini for Bren. In a clan where breeding and lineage is paramount, Tabini and Bren were destined never to be together, the colours of their offspring too easily able to be ugly and undesirable. This didn't stop these two though. With Tabini's single-minded focus, and Bren's words, they convinced the Triarch that while their breeding attempts might result in undesirables, there was also a great chance of pure colours, ones worthy of great dowries. It was with this risk hanging over their heads, that Tabini and Bren laid their first nest and await with bated breath on the future of not only their unborn hatchlings but the one they may no longer have with one another. One thing is certain though, Tabini is not willing to let anyone come between them, not while he breathes.

--/--

The first nest was a cascade of horror from the very moment the first egg hatched. Tabini had almost felt his dreams for the potential future shatter in his grasp, crumbing to dust as each of his first-nest's hatchlings were born with flawed colours. He'd turned his head away, a knot in his throat, a feeling he'd never felt before and accompanied by a stinging in his eyes. He'd been tempted to flee, to fly from the nest and let nature take her course, but his devotion to his mate kept him grounded, his larger frame encircling his doomed little family. 'We can try again,' he thought to himself as little feet clambered over his form curiously and an over-powering instinct had him crushing the thought as he caught his first-born before she fell from his towering shoulders. 'Already so curious...they take after Bren,' and that thought warmed his heart. It was Bren who salvaged everything, as Tabini's mate was wont to do. Bren could make the best out of anything it seemed. Two of the four hatchlings were the colours of Rewind and Drift, two fellow clanmates, often sought after for mates. When Ikol visisted later in the day to see what had come forth from their breeding, Tabini and Bren had led with that observation and with a knowing smile, Ikol had nodded their acceptance and left them be. They were safe. For now. --/-- The second nest came in three eggs. "Fortunate three" Tabini observed blandly, starring at the small things that were a mixture of him and Bren. He knew they needed two beautiful young ones for this nest to be a success. Fortune over misfortune, even by one, was still a success on the battlefield. A victory was a victory. So Tabini settled in to wait the long nesting period, perhaps even more protective of the eggs to others of the lair than even Bren himself. --/-- "Beauty in contrast," is what Tabini murmured under his breath as he watched his newest clutch. Bren had looked him straight in the eye and told him such when the eggs had hatched, that beauty did not lay only in perfection; the view as one jumped from the cliff to fly was just as glorious as the one from the top. He watched his daughters play about with Cajeiri at the edges of the clearing, his little ones already almost as big as his fully-grown son. Beautiful daughters that were hard for him to even glance at, instincts cut into his hide as a youngster himself, telling him that his children should not be allowed to exist. Hi bit down on his tongue, blood filling Tabini's mouth and clearing his mind as he forced himself to look and never glance away. His children were perfect, and the Warmaster would be damned before he let others dictate his feelings for them.

Bren had always known he'd had a way with words. Making others sway to his point of view had always been easy, instinctual like the flap of wings. He studied and watched, listening to all around him until he could even handle conversations with faes and coatls of different clans. It wasn't hard to convince others that while he'd been born a female, that he was male in every way that mattered, thank you very much. No one contested him for it. Despite all of his knowledge, he had never really come across someone who could test his own skills. Others always tried to either use their superior strength or degraded into throwing insults whenever he thought he'd found someone that finally matched his tongue as well as his mind. The populace at large was generally a great disappointment. That was, until the day he met Tabini. Their's wasn't a story of 'love at first sight', nor even 'Brood with me? We'll make exceptional offspring', but more of a wrong step in a metaphorical dance that led to stubbed toes and bruised wing bones. He was a large fighter, cunning and single-minded, which usually would have placed him in the 'more muscle than brain' category for Bren. Then the insufferable male had opened his mouth and proved...he might actually have an interesting mind. Despite their differences, Bren and Tabini found many things in common, and where they did differ it was only to the point where together they met in an oddly harmonious way. Where Tabini was flashing temper, Bren was a clear-headed calm, and where Tabini was quick to leave behind those who were no longer of use, Bren was there to make him sit and remember that others were made up of more than just their usefulness. Their bonding was long in the coming if anyone else is asked, though the risk they take in breeding is a heavy one. Bren knows that whatever hatchlings he has, he will love, and so will Tabini in his own way. Though if he has time to actually be with them between fighting those threatening the clan and those within threatening the two of them, well that's another matter all together. Things aren't as bad as they used to be now that Ikol has taken over leadership, but traditions are hard to break, even by those who understand the most why they shouldn't be. --/-- The first nest had not gone as well as Bren had hoped. When they'd laid a nest of four eggs, he knew the chances were good, luck could not be that far off for them not to get at least one sought after hatchling. They hadn't. As their clutch had come into the world, Bren had felt Tabini's fear. For all of his love of him and his own hard-won strength, because of his upbringing he was almost instinctively aware of imperfection. Such a failure of a nest would not be something he could accept if Bren left him to handle this on his own emotionally, so Bren had done what he does best. He talked. As he spoke, a plan formed in his mind, connections coming to life as he realized that two of his hachtlings were in fact, an unexpected stroke of luck. They were coloured like Drift and Rewind, two fellow clanmates that if his daughters could not find good homes elsewhere, at the very least they'd have a breeding place in their birth clan. That was what kept Tabini from tearing at their Triarch in a defensive fury when Ikol arrived, and was what kept their worth up and them together, for at least a little longer, in the clans eyes. --/-- When the second nest was laid, it was both an excitement and a jump in the tension. Tabini was convinced they needed a majority for wanted hathclings, but Bren knew all it took was one. One coveted hatchling along with those they'd bore before would be enough to prove that they could consistently breed wanted hatchlings, that their pairing was valid. Give Bren an inch and he would take a mile before you knew what had been given. The third nest would be the true clencher, if he knew Ikol at all. And sadly, he knew he did. --/-- Ikol approached Bren the moment Tabini had taken their newest hatchlings from sight. "If I didn't know better, I would say you planned to get by on only the edges of your claws." Bren hummed thoughtfully as he flew up to settle in the enormous Imperial's horns, perching on them as the clan triarch wandered off to the market to search for new members of their clan to bring in. "Luck and chance are only two sides of the same coin." Bren commented, ignoring Ikol's knowing smile. "But it's best to never leave it up to just them."

Out of all the Assassin's in the Guild, Banichi is hands-down one of the most dedicated and skilled. While he is not one to brag (for that is a useless thing) his compatriots often recount the time he took a hill under magical bombardment with a broken leg and still won the day, saving Bren. Because of this, Banichi is Bren's most trusted compatriot and is never seen from his side, even stepping in to guard his charge from Tabini's temper. Wearing the same colours as their charge, Banichi and his team have used the tactic of camouflaging Bren among them (or pretending he is there while Bren absconds) multiple times.

Learning at Banichi's heals allowed Jago the oppertunity to truly grow as an Assassin in the Guild. Not quite an apprentice and not quite a daughter of the large Senior Assassin either, but forever an equal partner, Jago has taken to guarding Bren almost as fervently as Banichi does. Frequently running to and fro on Bren's business, Jago is ever busy and prepared to fight to the death to protect whatever she's been charged with by the Nocturne; be it message scrolls or Bren himself.

Algini isn't one for talking, nor for earnestly meeting another's gaze or even seeming to pay attention to anything that goes on around him. However, that does not mean he misses anything. Equipped with keen eyes and a mind orientated for terrifying details, virtually nothing ever escapes Algini's observations. These skills of his were what originally had him assigned to watch over Bren. Politics, as the saying goes, are the true kink in the machine. For a long time, Algini was dedicated to his original mission: watch and gather information about the strange Nocturne. Over time though, he softened in Bren's company, voicing his opinion more and even meeting the ambassador's eyes. When eventually his true origins were exposed, instead of casting him out Bren told Algini that he would always have a place by his side. It was then, in that moment that the Wildclaw's world shifted slightly, and aligned to whatever it was that Bren wanted to make of it. Algini's loyalty was set.

Tano is one of the few dragons you'll ever meet that is genuinely kind. Soft-hearted and prone to worrying overmuch about those around him, Tano is the most approachable out of Bren's guard. Taking Tano's warm nature for passivity would be a mistake however as above all he is a trained assassin and has no problem completely shutting off his kind nature in exchange for cold, calculated hunter.

Damiri is beautiful in all ways but her mind. She's not cruel, more of a beautiful flower with a rotting core, reserved but kind in her rarely given affections. Originally she was meant to be Tabini's one consort, his eternal partner, a carefully selected match for beautiful offspring. For all her charms and sharp wit though, she never became anything more to him than a duty. Their son Ceijiri is Tabini's heir, a triumph that she though would finally seal her position with her consort over Bren. To her horror however, Ceijiri is much his father's son and took to Bren like breathing, following him around and hiding behind the small Nocturne whenever things turned sour. Over everything though, Damiri is a survivor and she knows she can be patient. For however long is necessary.

Machigi is a brash young pirate, who's diligent efforts and cut-throat attitude has gained him riches and loyalty where all others have failed.

Bren's skills brought him to this sea creature's attention and while he knows it will never be, that doesn't stop him from flirting outrageously with the little Nocturne.

While coming from the homeland of the ancestors of Bren and Gene, Jase is another type of Nocturne entirely. Bred for superiority in every way, he often confides in Bren that he feels trapped and exhausted by the expectations much of the time. He's stuck around Bren through sheer utter stubbornness, letting no one separate them for long. His feelings for the ambassador aren't exactly well-hidden to anyone but Bren however Jason has vowed to never take a step forward in their relationship. His friend is happy and he wont stand in the way of that. Sometimes, he and Machigi drown their sorrows and jealousy in each other, though nothing more than physicality has ever grown between them as both are incapable or turning their attentions away from Bren.

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It was dark when Jax and Tiger got back on the road, dawn was just breaking over head.

Smiling Jax took a hit off his cigarette Tiger watching as the scenery passed by. Hitting the Charming city limits it was good to be home, though she felt like they had never left in first place.

Jax stopped at a small gas station filling up the tank, Tiger went inside looking around she stopped at a small shelf with kids books. Smiling a baby book popped out at her as she picked it up and flipped through it.

This would be perfect for Jax's baby, walking to the register she saw Jax walk in.

"How much is the book?"

The chick behind the counter wasn't paying attention until Tiger slammed her hand down.

"What? sorry..." The blond looked embarrassed.

Tiger raised the book "How much?"

"98 cents."

Giving the chick a dollar Tiger told her to keep the change, as Jax comes over with a small box of condoms.

Tiger raised an eye brow "You know they come in bigger boxes right?"

Jax smirked at her leaning in "A box a day keeps me humble."

Tiger scoffs mumbling an oh please as she walks back to the front door, just as Jax was about to play for his things Tiger looks up.

"Umm Jax we have an A class situation outside..."

Seeing the explosion not to far off she had to guess it was the Blue Bird warehouse.

"Oh shit!" Running out both hopped on the Harley, Jax gunning it as they met up with the rest of the club.

Pulling up to the warehouse Tiger's eyes widened as she stayed on Jax's bike, everything was damaged the fire consuming everything. She also assumed half the guns went up with it, taking the extra helmet off she put the strap over the bike handle.

She watched as they went through what happened with their informant, it looked like a mess and the location bust. Jax came back garbing her helmet he handed it to her, putting it on she snapped the safety.

Dropping her off Tiger got in her car, heading to Teller-Marrow she climbed out of the car, she and the guys started working when a rancid smell of a dead animal came wafting in the garage.

Looking up she see's the towe truck Kip 'Half Sack' Epps and Philip 'Chibs'

Telford climbed out of the truck. Sticking out of the windshield was a dead dear, groaning Tiger went to look at it as Jax came walking over.

"Some days you're the Beamer, and some days you're the god damn deer."

Tiger nodded "I heard that." Jax smiled at her as he lowered the car.

Chips stood beside her both looking at it "Some yuppie creamed her up at the streams."

"Did he run into it, or it a tree while it was giving him head?"

Tiger groaned shaking her head as she wiped her forehead with her arm.

The prospect looked more pail then usual as he looked at the deer, asking Jax how he was supposed to get it out. Tiger raised an eyebrow wondering if he was serious or not, staying down wind of the dead carcass.

Tigerlily went and opened the side hatch grabbing a chain saw, she walked over to Sack holding it out.

"Oh come on."

Jax smirks as he wraps an arm around her waist "Just pretend its "Carve your own steak" night at Sizzlers."

Kip looked between them "I don't eat meat."

Tiger looks at Jax raising her hands above her head "Can't trust anyone anymore!"

Jax smirks before looking at Half Sack "Figure it out grunt." Kissing the side of Tiger's head he walks away with Chibs.

Sighing she went back to working on a truck that came in when Jax came up to her.

"Hey Tiger want to come with me, I need help looking through the storage unit that my ma has?" He asks, pulling her up.

Nodding she smiles grabbing a rag wiping her hands off the grim.

"Yeah sure let me wash up a bit then we can head out."

Smiling she hit the restroom washing her hands and fixing her unruly hair, meeting Jax out front she got on the back of his bike taking off out if the parking lot. ______________________________________________________________ Looking through everything Tiger smiled at half the toys Jax used to have remembering playing with half of them.

"Looks like some of the stuffed animals will need washing, this car seat will be useful." Tiger holds up the blue car seat.

Jax nods looking unsure about all the toys around him, frowning she sets the carrier down walking up to him. Wrapping her arms around his waist Tiger laid her head on his chest, she felt him relax a bit as he held her.

"You're not in this alone Jax, if you'll have me I want to be there for you and the baby." She looks up at him as he looks down at her.

How could he not want her around? She had been there to kick his ass in gear when he drank himself stupid, hell she even kicked out the crow eaters that stayed to long in his dorm.

Jax tilted her head up so she could look at him "I want you around darlin, hell I've had my head so far up my ass not to see you've always been there. Even when we were kids, when both my brother and dad died you stood by me. I've been blind Tigerlily to blind."

Tiger smiled rubbing her hand up and down his kutte, both staring into each other's eyes.

"Well we're together now and that's what counts."

Jax nods "Just takin slow, which is different for me but if I don't your dad and Op will kick my ass. Well they'll probably will kick my ass anyway."

Tiger laughed as she kissed him, he kissed back as they both went back looking through all the toys. Stopping she finds a box labeled John Misc, turning she sets it on a crate.

"Jax I think you might want to see this."

Jax looked at the box then back up at Tiger, opening the box he starts looking through old photos. Some junk papers, grabbing a black binder with a rubber band wrapped around it he saw a nilla envelope fall out of it.

Looking at the top it said original with a date reading 3-15-1993, walking around Tiger stood beside him wondering what it was. Opening it Jax pulled out what looked like to be a memoir of sorts by John.

"The Life and Death of Sam Crow. How the Sons of Anarchy Lost Their Way. By John Teller." Both her and Jax looked at each other.

He quickly sat down and started looking it over before grabbing Tiger and pulling her down. With their heads together they started reading it, her arm wrapped around Jax's waist.

Heading back to Teller-Marrow Jax didn't want to be alone as he went through his father's things. So laying on his bed they pored over old pictures and his dad's memoir.

Kneeling behind him as Jax sat on the edge of his bed, she rested her chin on his right shoulder. She rubs his arm as she reads over his shoulder, some of it she understood and some she didn't. Tiger's mom tried to keep her away from the club, but when she got older she started looking up to Gemma Teller.

Following the Matriarch around until high school, that's when Tiger and Tara became best friends and where Tara stole Jax breaking their friendship. That's when she left before Tara, Tiger couldn't deal with the heartache.

A knock came at the door both Jax and Tiger look up hearing Chibs call out.

"Jax we're at the table."

"Ok."

Taking the memoir he hid in his desk, grabbing her hand they walked out together.

"I better get back to work before your mom hangs me."

Jax smiles kissing her, he watches Tiger walk out of the club out before sitting down with the club. ________________________________________________________________ It had been a couple of minutes into working on a mustang when Gemma came honking her way up the lot.

Frowning Tiger wiped her hands pointing to one of the other mechanics to finish up she walks out meeting Jax and the others outside.

"I tried to call you."

"What's up?" Jax stood in front of his mom, as Tiger joined him.

Gemma looked between the two of them before meeting Jax's eyes.

"Its Wendy she's at the hospital."

Not needing another incentive the MC got on their bikes, as Tiger got in her car following everyone to Thomas Memorial. Walking inside Tiger gripped Jax's hand hoping her being there was enough for him.

"I found these matches and a bunch of her empty thumb bags. Hairy Dog."

Tiger shook her head wondering what was wrong with this woman.

"Shit. It's gotta be the Nords dealing out of the Dog again." Clay said out loud what everyone was thinking.

Tiger gripped Jax's hand tighter as he does her's "Stupid Nazi bastards." She mutters.

"Darby got out of Chino two weeks ago." Bobby Elvis informed them.

Clay told Bobby to set up meeting as they made it around the corner, they came to a stop at Wendy's room. Anger bubbled in Tiger's chest wondering why this woman wanted to kill herself and her child, pushing it back down her eyes widen seeing her ex-best friend Tara Knowles walking out of Wendy's room.

Great this was what all she needed, they came to a stop as Jax looked inside.

"What the hell happened?"

Tara looked between him and Tiger, a look crossing the other woman's face before she locked it down.

"When was the last time you saw her?"

"A couple of weeks."

"Her hands and feet were full of tracks. Toxicology hasn't come back, but most likely crank." Jax looked back at Wendy unsure of himself.

Looking at Tiger then Tara he asks about the baby, Tiger gripped his kutte as he wrapped an arm around her.

"We had to do an emergency C-section. He's 10 weeks premature."

Gripping Jax tighter feeling he was about to fall over in shock, he looks down at Tiger as Gemma came up beside them.

"You should sit down and I'll walk you through it." Tara suggested, looking between them unsure of what was going on between the couple.

Jax shook his head getting his bearings "No just tell me."

"He's got a congenital heart defect, and gastrochisis a tear in his abdomen. The gastro and the early birth are from the drugs. But the CHD is probably..."

"The family flaw." Gemma put in.

Tara nods "Yes, its genetic. Either one is serious but not life threatening, how ever the two of them together..."

Tiger sighs "They make a perfect storm." She mutters.

Tara nods trying to act professional with out biting Tiger's head off "Dr. Namid gives him a 20% chance, and I'm afraid that's being...optimistic."

"Holy fuck." Tiger muttered, feeling Jax turn in her arms he looks down at her.

Looking into his blue eyes she could see the pissed off look on his face.

"She never wanted to talk to me, I didn't know." Tiger nods rubbing his back as he held her.

"Her O.B said she missed her last three appointments no one knew. Dr. Namid says he wants to fix his belly first. Then if he stabilizes, then he'll go in and try to repair his the heart." Tara explains to them.

Tigerlily looks up at him, Jax looked like he wanted to hit something and she knew what, nodding she kissed his cheek.

"Its going to be ok, he's a Teller he's strong like his dad. Go on kick some ass, your mom and I will stay and watch over him." At that moment Jax just wanted kiss her, seeing the understanding on her face.

Turning to Tara "His name is Able, if you need permission about anything talk to Tiger and my mom."

He started walking away when Tiger ran after him "Jax!" Turning around he caught her in his arms she kisses him hard "Put in a few good hits for me."

Smirking he lets her down "You got it darlin." Tiger watched as Bobby and Chibs followed after him.

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