#the brother who slaughtered them. over and over. not afraid. not knowing. does he know? is yuusaku coming back and back again to torment

[grand-line-shenanigans]

Yippee!!

[boneapplet]

A Love Born in Blood pt.14

Relationship: Angron x oc/afab!reader

Warnings: minor background character death

Word Count: 1232

Requested Tags for All Works: @beckyninja @runin64 @ilovewolvezz

Masterlist

pt 1 | pt 2 | pt 3 | pt 4 | pt 5 | pt 6 | pt 7 | pt 8 | pt 9 | pt 10 | pt 11 | pt 12 | pt 13 | pt 14 | pt 15 | pt 16 | pt 17

The stench of ozone and blood clings to every panel, even with the bunker’s central chamber having been cleared of corpses and debris. What remains of the tactical display flickers dimly—no longer needed. The war is done. Angron looms near the map table, arms crossed, Gorefather sheathed but still dripping. Around him, the air crackles with tension, as if violence could erupt again at the slightest provocation. Footsteps approach. Measured. Controlled.

Roboute Guilliman, resplendent in cobalt armor, steps through the reinforced archway flanked by his honor guard, who wisely stay behind as he waves them off. His expression is grim—not cold, not cruel. Just wary. They stand in silence for a long moment. Two demigods. Two sons of the Emperor. Opposites in everything but origin.

“You slaughtered your own men,” Guilliman says at last, tone even. “Three squads left to die in the lower trenches—because they hesitated. Because they questioned.”

Angron doesn’t move. “They hesitated in war. That is death.”

“And now it’s fear. Your Legion follows you like whipped hounds. You think pain makes them stronger? That the Nails make you a leader?”

A bitter laugh, low and dangerous. “What would you know of pain, paper-king? You grew up in libraries, not cages.”

“You think that justifies butchery?” Guilliman steps closer, voice like sharpened glass. “You shame what we were meant to be. The Emperor gave us each a Legion—”

“I never wanted a Legion,” Angron snarls, turning now, face twisted with fury and ache. “I never wanted any of this. The only thing He gave me was chains—first on Nuceria, now gilded by armor and expectations.”

His voice drops lower. “You don’t know what it’s like… to be ripped away from the one good thing you ever had. To be reshaped into a weapon and told to be grateful.”

Guilliman stiffens. That wasn’t in any report. But Angron’s gaze is far away now, haunted. Just for a second, his hand twitches toward his belt—where the shawl fragment lies beneath a layer of armor plate.

“You loved someone,” Guilliman says quietly.

Angron says nothing. The silence deepens.

“I don’t know who she was. But I know what it means to lose someone who made you feel. You think you're alone in that, brother?”

“I don’t feel anything,” Angron lies.

“You do. That’s why you’re afraid.”

That does it. Angron surges forward, faster than thought. Guilliman’s hand goes to his sword—but stops. Angron’s massive hand is at his throat, but it doesn’t close. It trembles there, muscles twitching. The room pulses with fury. And grief. Then slowly, painfully, Angron releases him.

“Get out, Roboute. Before I forget I ever thought of you as kin.”

Guilliman steps back, rubbing his throat, unreadable. He doesn’t press. Not now.

“You haven’t fallen yet, Angron. But you’re standing on the edge.”

And then he’s gone. Alone again, Angron exhales, breath ragged. He doesn’t look down at the armor plate holding the shawl. He doesn't have to.

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               The room is dark, lit only by the glow of a single lumen-strip above the armor stand. Red shadows crawl across the floor, dancing over the brass-lined plating and the broken Aquila etched into the far wall. Angron kneels. Not in reverence. Never that. But in pain.

The Nails howl. Louder every week. They bite deeper, now synchronized with the implants of his sons. A shared rhythm of agony and frenzy. He hears it echo through the vox-channels even at night—howls, fights, screams of marines tearing each other apart off the battlefield. He grips the floor until his gauntlets grind the stone.

“We are dying,” he mutters. “One cut at a time.”

His hand drifts to a hidden compartment in the armor stand. A release clicks. A soft hiss. He pulls out the fragment. The scrap of shawl. Frayed. Dust-colored. Smelling faintly of sweat, of earth, of warmth he has not known since Nuceria. Holding it in his bare hand—red, scarred, shaking.

He doesn’t speak her name. Not aloud. But he sees her anyway. Evara, with her uneven smile and defiant gaze. Evara, who once touched his face like he was a man, not a monster. Evara, who disappeared behind a prison gate as he was dragged into the Emperor’s light. The Nails scream.

“I would have stayed,” he breathes. “I would have died free.”

But the stars demanded more. His other hand twitches—where the Nails interface with his skull. What would she think of him now? What would she say, if she saw what he had become? What they had made of him? A flicker of something sharp and unspoken stabs through his chest—not pain, not fury. Guilt. But then the door hisses open. A centurion stands there, blood smeared across his faceplate, one eye twitching, jaw clenched.

“My lord. There’s been another incident. Two squads. Dead before the fight even began.”

Angron slowly stands, sliding the fragment back into the compartment like a sacred relic. His voice is flat. Mechanical.

“Clean it up. Ready the next drop force.”

The centurion nods—and hesitates.

“Sir… we’re bleeding strength. They’re killing each other faster than the enemy does.”

Angron’s gaze flares.

“Let them. If they’re too weak to control the rage, they weren’t meant to carry it.”

The door closes again and in the silence that follows, Angron sits back down. The Nails keep screaming, but he doesn’t reach for the shawl again. Not yet.

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Sitting cross-legged on the cold floor of the maintenance tunnel, her breath steady despite the gnawing tightness in her chest. Before Evara lays a crudely drawn map—lines marking ventilation shafts, security patrol routes, and access points she’d painstakingly pieced together over weeks.

Her fingers trace the path she’s chosen: from the cleaning halls, through the old service ducts, past the south pit’s waste filter bay, and into the forgotten tunnels beneath Gheltor Secundus. It is risky. If caught, there would be no mercy. But staying means certain death for her—and the child she carries. Her mind flicks to the scrap of red wool tucked inside her coat pocket. The fragment of a shawl, the last tangible link to Angron and the life she once knew. She presses it to her lips for a fleeting moment—a silent vow.

Evara’s eyes scan the details again: shift changes, blind spots in patrols, supply runs where fewer guards lingered. She has one chance to slip through tonight, riding the chaos of the waste hauler’s arrival. The plan is simple but brutal: disappear, vanish into the tunnels, and find a place to hide until she can figure out what came next. But escape is only the beginning. She must find allies—or at least avoid enemies who’d see her and her unborn child as nothing but prizes.

Clenching her fists, fighting back the nausea that has become a constant companion. This isn’t just about survival anymore. It is about protecting a future no one else knew existed. Evara whispers under her breath, voice low and fierce. I will make it out. For you. For us.

The distant hum of the colony’s machinery fills the silence. Time was running out. Folding the map carefully, tucking it away alongside the scrap of shawl, and stands. Every step from here on will be a battle, but she is ready. Because this time, she isn’t just running. She is fighting.

[quinloki]

you've casually ripped my heart out and took a bite so I raise you

Sun God Nika.

ACES brother.

Warrior of LIBERATION.

meeting the very not liberated "s/o" of his brother (and I mean they gave him candy so now they're auto besties )

I imagine him being torn with helping his friend even if he has to fight ace because something is obviously wrong with him.

This isnt the brother luffy remembers.

his ace would never take someone's freedom like this, he couldn't...He could never...right?

Not after all they talked about

...right?....

But he did and luffy is ridiculously emotionally smart so he knows in his gut this is the truth and he has to do something for his new friend who asked for help in getting free.

hes strong enough now.its not like he has to kill anyone to safely get you both away but why does it hurt so much? Your okay and he isn't wounded..so why?why does he feel so...so...betrayed?

..By ace?...

for not being who he looked up to anymore.

he really wants to cry. He wants to excuse his actions but that would make him just as guilty wouldn't it?

At least your free now. Even if its left his heart beating different....

Sorry for spelling mistakes !

No apologies needed, but allow me to make it Worse.

Imagine escaping Ace and ending up on Luffy’s crew - we’re not going to worry about any other surrounding details, but the important bits are that you don’t know they’re brothers.

Luffy doesn’t know the terrifying person you’re running from is his brother. Couldn’t imagine it in a million years.

Maybe it’s post time skip, post Wano even, before you, Ace and Luffy occupy the same space (I am thinking shadow reader vibes, thatch and Ace are alive, etc.)

All through Alabasta the stars just didn’t align, and at Marineford you realize Luffy’s connection to Ace and maybe that’s why you leave with Crocodile again instead of Luffy when everyone’s going their separate ways.

However it works doesn’t matter.

Its just that moment when Ace finds you, he’s relieved and delighted and the others are going to be so happy you’re alive. And for a second Luffy is almost delirious with joy.

His friend and his brother are friends and now they’ve been reunited \o/

But then Luffy looks at you, and he knows.

Your fear is palpable, but more than that he’s putting the pieces of stories he’s heard over two years ago or more together. The emotions. All the details. Your fear is so obvious and strong even the rest of the crew knows without seeing.

Luffy grabs Ace’s wrist and pulls until Ace lets go of you. He doesn’t understand at first, “Luffy what are you doing?”

But the smile fades and the expression on Luffy’s face is a mix of sorrow and despair.

“They’re afraid of you Ace, can’t you see?”

And in those words is so much more. How could you? What did you do? Why is their fear so terrible? Ace - what happen to you to change you so much?

He hasn’t hurt like this since the day he thought Kuma had slaughtered his crew.

And for that to turn into a fight? Yeah, the drums of Liberation will have an almost manic edge to them after that. They cannot be somber, so instead they’ll be a little more wild, a little more free, a little more loud to drown the pain god bears.

[talk-it-out-outsiders-smp]

Things in my Outsiders Au that I think about too much

Rasbi's sister didn't die during the war. She dies after it's over. The danger has passed, and she wanted to get married she was ready to live her life. They're at a celebration of peace, and everyone must have been so relieved. The death and destruction are over. Then, the princess and future queen is slaughtered in front of them.

Is Will dead? We see Eden's body, but I don't believe we see Will, and while Apo thinks he's dead, what if he's not? He would be so relieved that Apo made it out, maybe he's imagining what happy life he's found. Until he catches sight of a TV one day and sees his little brother plastered up on the screens in a death game. How very heartbreaking that Apo ended up in the maze to avenge his brother and inadvertently forcing his brother to watch him almost die over and over.

Do people ever cosplay as the Outsiders? Has Oeca had to face some kid dressed like him, an eye patch covering their face to match the one that has cursed him so much.

Did Kyle have family? Siblings, parents, or friends who watched hoping to see him make it out alive? Did he have people he gushed about Acho to? Were they excited to meet the boy who their friend to love so much only to finally see him stepping out of the elevator and into the maze?

Were any of the Outsiders fans of the show before becoming victims of it?

Do Anygels siblings see her differently after her time in the maze? Do her parents? No longer a frightened and kind child but a hardened and trained warrior. Someone who had to fight to survive and made it out, different but the same. Her siblings probably only think higher of her, but are her parents ever afraid.

Guts is a war criminal as bad as Owen, and that should be addressed more because while Owen was forced into the maze, Guts chooses to go because they're so guilty about what they did.

Can you imagine Rasbi's mother and father watching her befriend her sisters murder? Becoming best friends with each other, baking together, and seeing her place her life in his hands.

Do Squidney and Mohwee have no one on the outside, is it better or worse to know that no one watched in horror as you struggled to survive?

What happened to Mr. Chestscribe? Did he watch the show? Was he close to Rasbi?

Would the show try to get Soups brother in the next season? This question extends to Ayngels siblings or any of their family or friends. Are they all marked now by Starr because they knew people in the show?

Actually, how much power does Starr actually have? What strings do they have to pull to get 'interesting' prisoners like Owen. Can anyone sign up like Rasbi? How legal was it essentially buying Graecie off her Father? How much glory do you get for going in and being successful that Anygels family would force her or her far younger siblings into the maze?

Of all the Outsiders, I think Graecie and Struggles most with being famous.

Oeca loses his eye, Bekyamon her leg, and Apo his horns in the maze, so do they get medical attention? What about the lesser injuries like Owen's injured leg or the fact that Graecie was in a coma? Or at most, do they just do something surface level so all the paparazzi wanting to snap pictures can get a good shot and leave the Outsiders to lick their wounds when they're not their problem anymore?

[iravaid]

sry if this is random but will u tell us what english au is? i remember seeing it passing re: codposting and im so curious

Hi i'm so happy you asked

English AU came about when me and @farramint started bonding over how much we hated the comics and talked about how things might look if Roba was more competent.

English AU sprouts from the concept of what would happen if Simon let the brainwashing 'work' and started complying with Roba, to an extent, as his personal attack dog. Both as a way to get the torture to stop (so he would be healthy enough in the future to escape on his own, when the opportunity arose), and to stall Roba getting bored with Simon and killing him (as, in this AU, Roba had Sparks killed, leading Simon to realise his time is limited here, and dependent on that sadist's interest in him).

It's also a fun, morbid enough exploration on how low Simon will be forced to stoop while 'working' for Roba (murder, torture and such, yknow how it is), as well as the harassment, humiliation, and torture (of all kinds) he'd have to tolerate within the Zaragoza cartel. Things like forcefully being tattooed, mocked for the sexual assault and torture he'd been subjected to, and being referred to by 'English' as opposed to his actual name. I can see Roba subtly holding Simon's family hostage (to where they don't know they're in danger), and making sure Simon knows that any step too far out of line will lead to their harm. Gripped by the idea that the first time Simon hears his brother's, or mother's, voice in months is a conversation secretly recorded between one of them, and someone Roba had planted in Manchester in order to keep tabs on them.

It also lead to the idea of Roba, in all his arrogance, seeing a weakness in Las Almas following the upheaval within the cartel causing El Sin Nombre to rise to prominence. And this spurs him to try and expand operations. One thing leads to another, and Valeria convinces 'English' to help her against Roba, in exchange for his own freedom. Roba eventually dies, Valeria and Simon are violent girlbosses in arms, and Simon is coping sooo well after the torture nexus that he's just going to brutally hunt down the remaining Zaragoza cartel lieutenants while in this tenuous alliance with El Sin Nombre, who is also unsure how much to trust this man, as well as unsure if she wants to even let him go - Simon is very good at what he does, and in all honesty he knows too much about her identity. Also extremely to draw parallels between Valeria and Rudy, but if people want to read about that lmk because that's a separate post entirely.

And it makes sense for the 141 to eventually appear, maybe somewhat faithful to the plot of MW2, with the missiles and such <3. Except now there's some ulterior motives from Price, who might be aware of the MIA SAS serviceman who got tangled up in rumours of corruption and cartels. Leading to him trying to find Simon Riley and bring him back home with this sense of duty/honour to uphold, in the wake of higher-ups failing this man.

Simon then going from one master (Roba) to another (Valeria) to another (Price) is very fun to consider, as well. Valeria giving Simon more independence than Roba ever did, with shreds of respect to stop him from rankling under her thumb as badly (but still keeping Control, at the end of the day). Price is very much a man who knows how to utilise the men under him as Weapons, and while he respects his subordinates as people (versus Roba seeing Simon as a convenient attack dog he used to make kneel naked, arms behind his back, in a wire kennel for hours on end), Price ultimately values them by their individual abilities to keep the 'bad guys' afraid of their own shadows, and to 'save' the world.

This au has everything. Alejandro-Valeria bitter divorce, competent Roba horrors, Graves is there for some reason (he explodes in the tank again), Simon slaughter hashtag girl momen with a cunty silk buttonup a (with the buzzcut no less)(and houndcoding)(and corruption. but how much is merely just building off his sas conditioning), Price's vague sense of corruption but 'for the greater good', Soap and Gaz's horror at Simon's situation in a 'this very easily could've been us' way, and Gaz gets thrown out of another helicopter.

augh this became long, i hope it makes sense. The idea is ultimately that simon gets to go home, too, and tries to readjust to a 'normal' life, reuniting with Tommy and Sharon and Beth and Joseph. But I can see Price convincing him to return to the service (he knows a lifer when he sees one, and why waste a good soldier), potentially as a private contractor with the 141.

[andreal831]

Klaus and Rebekah -- Abuse

I often call Klaus out for his treatment of his siblings. Just like I call out the majority of the characters for their behavior. However, Klaus stans get very offended when I do this, even though they are the ones who say they love how evil he is. I often get accused of being biased and 'hating' Klaus. I promise you, I don't. I do not care enough about any fictional character to hate them. I may not like them or they aren't my favorite characters, but I clearly still tolerate them enough to watch the show. It's also funny because I don't talk about my least favorite characters specifically because I don't like them. Therefore, the fact that I spend time talking about Klaus means I like him to an extent. I like aspects of his character and was disappointed in his lack of development.

Too many people want to erase his abuse towards Rebekah or, even worse, justify it. As someone with a degree in Psychology and who works every day with victims of abuse, I wanted to break this down for the fandom.

First, I cannot stand it when Klaus stans want to pretend Klaus's actions are justified. Abuse is never justified. Mikael's treatment of Klaus was not okay even if Mikael thought he was creating a strong warrior. And Klaus' treatment of Rebekah is not okay even if he thinks he knows best.

Second, being abused and having trauma does not justify or relieve responsibility from someone if they then become an abuser themselves. It does happen, unfortunately, but they need to be held responsible as abusers.

Third, there are different types of abuse. One is not more damaging than another, they are all terrible and cause long-lasting trauma.

Psychical Abuse

"Involves the use of physical violence, or threats of it, to maintain power over an individual. Because of this, survivors are afraid and uncertain when more abuse will occur. This often reinforces the regular use of other, more subtle, types of abuse."

Physical abuse is the one that is talked about the most because it is so easy to see. Klaus has been physically abusing Rebekah for about 900 years. He does it so frequently that she often flinches away from him. She never knows what to expect from him, if he is going to be a loving brother or revert back to her abuser. This creates its own trauma as she loves the caring side of her brother but is terrified of what he can turn into. It's part of the reason they have such a codependent bond. She still sees the brother she loves and wants to save him.

The first moment of physical abuse that we see is after the Hunters dagger their family and Klaus slaughters them all. Klaus grabs her roughly and screams in her face. This is after Rekekah wakes up covered in blood and sees the man she loves dead. She is clearly terrified of Klaus in this scene. People will try to justify this and say Klaus was "in the right" since Rebekah shouldn't have trusted the Hunter. But, I'll refer you back to my first point, we do not blame victims for their abuse, we do not justify abusers in their actions. Rebekah did not plot against her family. She made a mistake in trusting someone, a mistake that everyone in that family has made. Hell, Klaus is sleeping with Genevive while she is actively trying to murder his child. He sleeps with Aurora while she kidnaps Rebekah and throws her into the ocean. But Rebekah was in love with the Hunter. Even after what he did, she still buried him in peace. Klaus was not in love with the women he allowed close to him and hurt his family. He does not have a moral high ground. And even if he did, again, we do not justify abuse.

This event starts a cycle of abuse. Klaus holds onto the weapons, even though, at this time he is not any stronger than his siblings and they cannot be used against him. He doesn't do it to protect them but to threaten them. Anytime they disagree with him, he threatens to take years away from them, to strip them of their bodily autonomy. They are so scared of those daggers that they won't even stand against Klaus for each other.

We don't see much of their lives, but in every era after this, we see Klaus physically abusing Rebekah. He is constantly waving the daggers around and using them against her. This is physical abuse. He is stripping her bodily autonomy away from her and taking years of her life away from her. We don't know how many times this happens but we know she lost 14 years of her life in the span of 200 years, so I can only imagine how much of her life she truly missed out on.

In the 1800s, he threatens her away from Marcel and when she doesn't obey him, he daggers her and costs her 52 years of her life. In 1920, he daggers her for wanting to be with Stefan, taking 90 years of her life away. In Season 4 TVD, he daggers her for months because she doesn't want to help him make his hybrids.

He has no problem choking her and breaking her neck after he left her to be abused and tortured by vampire hunters. He compels Marcel to kill her witch body if she disobeys him. Not to mention the sanitorium episode where she is running, scared for her life from her brother. He constantly threatens her with bodily harm if she goes against him.

Emotional Abuse

"Includes non-physical behaviors that are meant to control, isolate, or frighten someone. These behaviors are often more subtle and hard to identify but are just as serious as other types of abuse."

Even as a human Klaus is condescending to Rebekah, telling her she cannot play with knives because she is a girl, despite the fact that Rebekah is the only one of his siblings who has ever been brave enough to stand up to Mikael. I know it is the times, but as a reminder, Viking women often wielded swords.

Klaus emotionally manipulates Rebekah from early on. He continues to gaslight her and make her emotionally dependent on him. He even jokes about his abuse to her and their siblings, often make jokes about daggering them and finding a place to store them if they disagree.

The first time is right after they are turned when Klaus tells Rebekah their father killed their mother. This is a lie. He killed Esther and he knows it. He tells Rebekah that so she won't leave him. Even if it comes from a place of fear, this is emotional manipulation. He does not allow Rebekah to make an informed decision. Their entire vow is based on this lie.

Klaus is very good at framing himself as the victim and making his siblings feel guilty, even when he has done the same or worse. He refers to himself as their "bastard-brother" often and talks about them abandoning him, which is just a lie. Rebekah and Elijah never once abandoned him for 900 years. Elijah only left to lead Mikael away and the only time we see Rebekah leave is when she is daggered. Yes, Rebekah begins to act in reaction to Klaus' abuse, but it takes about 700 years of being abused before she even does this. Also, you can't use Rebekah calling Mikael as an explanation since he didn't find out about that until 2012/2013.

I would also like to point out, Klaus is celebrated for killing his abuser but Rebekah is condemned for 'trying' to kill hers. I also hold that she didn't actually want him dead, she acted in pain and instantly regretted it. He is also the one who abandons her multiple times, even leaving her in Mystic Falls after she has been daggered for 90 years.

Klaus has no compassion for Rebekah's feelings. He is constantly belittling her for loving or caring for others. He would often make comments, especially in front of others, about her being stupid or naive. Like making fun of her love for Alexander in front of Stefan or making fun of her in front of Marcel. This is a very common way for abusers to control their victims. If the victim feels small and insignificant, they do not feel brave enough to leave. He constantly makes her feel like she is nothing, that she has nothing so she has no choice but to stay with him.

He lets her think he is dead for days, despite what he knows it will do to her. When he reveals himself, he leaves her in the hands of self-declared vampire hunters and makes no move to rescue her even later.

And then Klaus' moment of 'growth' is when he doesn't kill her in the cemetery in Season 1, but "sets her free." Again, this is a way for him to exercise his control over her life. He is exiling her but frames it in a way that he is the good guy. He has complete control over her life still. She is not allowed to return to see Marcel, Hayley, Elijah, or anyone. She only is able to return when Klaus needs her.

Sexual Abuse

"Sexual abuse is when a partner controls the physical and sexual intimacy in a relationship. This often involves acting in a way that is non-consensual and forced."

I think we can all admit, Klaus and Rebekah have a very strange relationship. He is very possessive of her and it often comes across as a toxic boyfriend.

For some reason, Rebekah has to ask her brothers' permission to turn her boyfriend, Emil, into a vampire. Further showing her lack of autonomy. Klaus laughs at her and shames her for her love life. He then takes it a step further and throws Emil off the balcony, proving to Rebekah once again that she is not allowed to have anyone in her life outside of him. He even does it with his siblings when he sees Rebekah and Elijah acting too close, he attempts to victimize himself, pretending they are excluding him because he is their half-brother, rather than for the real reason that he has hurt them once again.

The next romantic interest for Rebekah is Marcel. I'm not going to get into the problems there, but we do need to acknowledge the grooming that occurred. But that is not why Klaus is opposed to the relationship. He doesn't want Rebekah to pursue Marcel because he views them as being his. He doesn't want them to have anything in their life outside of him. When she disobeys, he punishes her. He doesn't punish Marcel even though Marcel was the one who pursued her. He only punishes her. Not only does he dagger her, but he barters her life for Marcel's desire to become a vampire. He does this specifically to drive an even deeper wedge between Rebekah and Marcel, so that when he undaggers her after 52 years, she will not seek a relationship with Marcel.

Klaus then wants props for later "giving permission" for Marcel and Rebekah to have a relationship. It is completely sick that he thinks he is allowed to regulate his sister's love life.

Rebekah next forms an attachment with Stefan. She actually meets Stefan first, but because Klaus is jealous, he is constantly throwing fits in the 20s and wants to separate the two. When it is time to run, he doesn't give Stefan the chance to come with them. He compels Stefan to forget about them, despite it being Rebekah's boyfriend. Rebekah decides she wants to stay with him and he daggers her for 90 years for this 'betrayal.' In fact, he only releases her when he plans to use her against Stefan. When he is done with her, he abandons her in Mystic Falls to go create his own family of hybrids.

And if you think this is okay because Rebekah is 'breaking their vow,' I want you to really think about that. Rebekah is 900 years old and not allowed to essentially move out and start her own life because her older brother never learned to make his own friends/romantic partners.

I also think we need to evaluate the vow. While Klaus may have kept to the words of it, he did not keep to the meaning of it. "Always and forever" was meant to show their loyalty and love for each other. Not that they were not allowed to have their own lives. Klaus broke his vow by keeping them in a box and robbing years of their lives. That is not an act of love but an act of abuse.

When they are back in New Orleans, he is constantly using her past with Marcel against her. He blames her for the issues with Marcel even though he was the one who introduced Marcel to the family and supposedly raised him. It is just another way to emotionally manipulate her as well as control her romantic life.

And then at the end of The Originals, the only glimpse of remorse we see is that he tells Caroline to get the cure for Rebekah. He doesn't apologize for the thousand years of abuse he inflicted on her and acts like this one act (which he has very little to do with) will make up for the rest of it. Someone recently pointed out the timing of it. Klaus didn't want her to take the cure before, but now that he is dying, he is fine with it. Since the show did very little to show growth in his relationship with Rebekah, it's not out of the realm of possibility that he has it in his head that Rebekah will be able to join him in the afterlife sooner if she takes the cure.

All of this to say, Klaus spent 900 years abusing his sister. Yes, she began to react against him, but that doesn't make it okay for him to continue to abuse her. It is fine to like Klaus' character, but it is not fine to justify abuse. People suffer this type of abuse every day and justifying it on social media allows this abuse to continue to be justified in real life. Don't be so blinded by a fictional character as to hurt real-life victims.

[quartzhearted]

(Alcryst is 3-4 years old)

There's one old family portrait in Brodia Castle that always confuses Alcryst whenever he sees it. He recognizes his father's face, of course, but the man next to him remains a complete and utter stranger. Alcryst secretly calls him Rockbert, because it's sad to think of him being nameless all his life, but the truth remained out of reach.

Until today, that is! Father holds his hand as they walk to the kitchen, all according to Alcryst's plan. Once they pass by that painting, the young boy digs in his heels and announces his theory. "Dad! Is Rockbert my grandpa?" He points to the stranger in the picture for emphasis.

"ALEXAND!" morion drops his sword and runs so quickly he trips over himself. his heart beats in his ears and blood drains from his face; there's no color that suits his brother worse than the deep crimson that pools around him now. as usual, when the scouts came running into brodia castle to warn of incoming elusian reinforcements, morion and alexand grabbed their weapons and made for the field. this war against elusia has gone on for longer than any previous, and it's concerning; what of the brodian people? what of the loved ones that go off to battle, never to return? and what of those who come to replace their ranks? alexand himself was troubled by the sheer force elusia pushed with and had refused to sit back and watch utter slaughter when something could be done. he led the front and sent morion to the rear. morion wasn't a fan of staying behind, but he knew that his brother gave him the assignment for a reason. fending off pegasus knights was no easy feat, but morion had just obtained a hand axe for the express purpose. his throwing arm wasn't all that accurate, but when he could land a hit it was an almost instant kill. perhaps, morion thought, his brother ought to get something like this for himself. but after picking off a fleet of the airborne soldiers, morion heard no fanfare. all he heard was the sound of distress, screaming brodian soldiers tumbling over themselves to get to a certain place. he couldn't understand at first; what on earth were they so afraid of? as a soldier ran past him, morion grabbed him by the collar to stop him. "what the hell's all this about?" morion had growled. "you're not runnin' off scared, are you?" but the soldier had news that shook even morion's constitution. "it's-- it's prince alexand! he's been shot!" and now morion kneels over the corpse of his older brother lying face down on brodian soil, watching as he still bleeds pitifully from the thousand arrows rising from his back. how had this happened? how could he have not seen archers among the ranks, ready and waiting to take out the pillars of brodia's army command? how could he have let the future king of brodia down? his brother, the respected king-to-be, lies here, not even knowing he rests in morion's arms. he doesn't know how morion weeps with his head tucked into alexand's broken armor, cries never rising above an audible pitch. why did this have to happen to them, when their father neared the end of his reign and alexand had readied for his beginning? morion wasn't ready to lose his brother like this. he never was.

...

of course alcryst would ask a question like that. he's only a child. a child who never knew his uncle nor the rule that he'd promised, and a child who only ever sees happiness and plenty of love from his mother and father. death is not a concept here, and morion does not want to be the person who introduces it.

instead, he takes the question humorously and pats alcryst's head. "rockbert? now there's a name," he chuckles, though his gaze draws mournful along the portrait. every day he wishes he could see his brother again. there are so many things he wants to tell him.

"his name is alexand," for 'was' would bring too many questions. "he's your uncle. you guys haven't met because he's gone on a long, long trip." he hates lying to his kids like this, but alcryst is much too innocent to know about the fact that his father is not without his own stormclouds.

he doesn't want to get too far into the fib because it'd be too much to untangle later. for now, he begins walking again, taking alcryst with him. "but we can talk about that later, kid," he sighs, suddenly feeling very, very tired. "your papa wants a snack and a nap."

[warrior-cats-rewritten]

Mapleshade's Curse expanded!

Update: v1.1 Duskfur, Curlfeather and Podlight have been added to the post, and Reedwhisker's description has changed due to potential changes.

Update: 1.2 Hm, seems I can do something with Curlfeather.... Other than give her the curled ears she deserves.

Since this is such a heavy one I wanted to show off more of it and how it effects the cats it touches. It is important to note that this Curse is STILL active.

Appleshine - Death in childbirth, passing the curse on to her children: Rainkit, and Rookkit, Rookkit would soon join her.

Shypaw - Bad fish causing her death. This did however make Riverclan 10x more vigilant about food poisoning signs, later saving more lives.

Duskwater - She lived a lonely life, too afraid of the tragic fate of her siblings to do anything she deemed too risky. She watched Rookkit fade away and Rainkit grow into a vain diva of a cat, Rainflower. She thought going to the dirt place was safe that night as the rain poured down.

Rainflower - Beautiful, graceful Rainflower was always told she was perfect. She wouldn't accept anything less than perfect, and abused her son Stormkit. When she demanded he be renamed, Hailstar named him an apprentice early, saying that his crooked jaw was something to be proud that he survived. She was named Rotflower that day, and her later death was a painful one. She walks in the Dark Forest as Crookedstar does not forgive her.

Crookedstar - His fall in the river should have killed him, Mapleshade saved him that day before she knew who his mother was, being in a good mood that day. She trained him brutally hard, made sure he praised Riverclan above all else. She made sure that he was picked for deputy after his father retired, but made him (nearly) miss his father's passing. She attracted the dog that knocked Rotflower into the river. She didn't kill his mate or children, but she gave Willowbreeze extra energy, making her not want to go into the nursery until she was forced to, which put Willowbreeze at risk, though it didn't contribute to any deaths.

Oakheart - He hated the attention Rotflower gave him, it drove him up the wall. So Mapleshade turned his head towards a pretty blue-gray molly at a Gathering, and let that play out however it would, she really had no idea what would come of it, leaving it to pure chance. If they had children she would come to haunt them but if not she was down to at least watch the drama.

Willowkit and Minnowkit - No curse. They were going to die anyway, slightly risky pregnancy or not. They were goners.

Mosskit - The smallest barer of the Curse. It literally just gave her softer fur, so a bit harder for Bluefur to groom her. More an annoyance than anything but didn't cause her death. Mapleshade's curse doesn't truly activate until a cat is older than Patch Petal and Larch.

Silverstream - Giving birth was incredibly difficult and damn near killed her until Mudfur managed to show up, guided by Willowbreeze's spirit. She then had to watch her clan fall into a horrible dogma of xenophobia over something as stupid as "pure blood" once her father died. This was the clan that waged wars over kits with even a drop of Riverclan blood in their veins, she watches her cousin and best friend be slaughtered, her children almost being taken with them before the cats were free. Her mate would be captured by twolegs and be left behind, Feathertail died in the mountains, Stormfur left, her later kits would struggle as well before she would finally lose her hearing and pass from an odd illness herself...

Mistystar - Hers is perhaps the most cruel. A life lived for too long can be just as terrible as a swift death. Her foster mother forgetting her before being found dead, her friend, son and brother were murdered before her eyes, her birth mother dying just as they had gotten to know her, her other son dying in The Great Battle, and grandchildren suffering horribly with her helpless to stop it... Her death may have been coming from a different curse, but one could easily believe it was Starclan having mercy.

Stonefur - His life was okay, average, and fulfilling enough for him. But watching his beloved clan fall into violent hatred and persecution of any cats Tigerstar so pleased was torture. He would never lay a claw on an apprentice, and paid Tigerstar's bloody price.

Piketail - Losing the tip of his tail as a kitten wasn't bad enough, he had to go and nearly poison himself with a poisoned rat too! Eventually his risky behaviors would land him in trouble when he attacks Leopardstar after the death of his uncle and mentor.

Perchcloud - Another long life but a slow, slightly clumsy one. One could even day he was untouched by the curse other than the occasional scrape until Mapleshade killed him during the Great Battle.

Primroseheart - A rocky start and a tough journey to the lake got her down, and she considered leaving to become a kittypet until she saw that her clanmate Hawkfrost was quite troubled. The two bonded over the weight over legacy, and feeling weird about their parents, and eventually had a litter of kits. Reedkit, Swankit, and Cloudkit.

Reedwhisker - Poor Reedwhisker. He wanted so badly to be leader of his beloved clan. Between his difficult birth and nearly drowning during his cruelly extended apprenticeship, he set himself on the straight and narrow, a career man who was so excited when he was made Mistystar's second deputy after Pouncetail retired, going on to mentor his own great-niece, Curlfeather. Unfortunately, he would never see his dream recognized, as his life was cut short by an unknown assassin just as he would be set to take on leadership.

Stormfur - The trauma he endured changed him from a cheerful apprentice into a colder soul. Not mean, but not social. His loyalty lay with Feathertail, not Riverclan. It was only Featherpaw saying she wanted to go back that made him go at all. Her death broke his heart completely, only healed by Small Brook's love. If the Curse has followed him to the Tribe, I cannot say.

Feathertail - Though her faith in Riverclan was a bit shaken by the horrific things she went through, Feathertail stayed strong, and was proud of who she was. While Silverstream could never go back home, Featherpaw had begged to. She was haunted with visions of the Bonehill, but fought through it to befriend Hawkpaw, Mothpaw and the newly named Frogpaw. Her death came swiftly, but it was not of the curse. Her death was always fate itself.

Duskfur - Duskfur was named after her ancestor, Duskwater, though was very much the opposite. She trained on the Dark Forest, and almost fought on their side until she realized they would be attacking kits. At that point she turned herself around, but is still more of a Tiger Law supporter, as the ones in Riverclan couldn't get to her father, Hawkfrost, they got to his (at the time) only daughter. Who knows what she is up to now, and with whom?

Reedkit - Primroseheart and Hawkfrost's courageous firstborn also fell victim to greencough just days before her apprentice ceremony. Whether that is a curse or just plain bad luck is unknown.

Swankit - Mapleshade did not orchestrate this. No Dark Forest Cat would do what happened to young Swankit. The trap should never have been laid at the Lake.

Cloudsnap - Mapleshade fed her name suggestion to Mistystar, that was all that was needed. When Cloudsnap trained in the Dark Forest, it was her anger and unresolved grief that drove her to it. She made her choice in the end, to fight for Starclan, but her life will be a hard one. Her future children may bear the Curse as well.

Briarlight - The firstborn in Silverstream and Graystripe's second litter has had it ROUGH. Nearly being bitten by an adder as a kit, then her mentor dying from the Drought (she is reassigned to Sorreltail after before finally a tree crushing her spine and taking Longtail with it. Briarlight was free after that, and though she nearly had her life taken from sickness, she rose to be Thunderclan's first ever Mediator.

Blossomfall - She was mentored personally by Mapleshade, who whispered in her ears that her clanmates didn't care about her, that they would let Briarlight die, that she would be alone... It got to her, and she began to train to be better. However, it backfired when she became mates with Ivypool, their love being stronger than Blossomfall's fear. Blossomfall turned on the Dark Forest and helped to battle them away. She has since shed the curse, hopefully it won't pass on to Bristlefrost, Flipclaw, Thriftear and Plumstone.

Bumblestripe - His life would be a lonely one. He didn't connect well with any clanmates aside from his sisters, feeling as if no one understood him until Dovepaw was friendly towards everyone. He fell in love with Dovepaw, and chased after her (along with training in the Dark Forest) until Dovewing finally gave a hesitant yes. His own arrogance drove her away, not any family curse. He fell in with the sympathetic "Bramblestar", and his death at Tigerstar's claws came swiftly, and not undeserving.

Podlight - While is extremely sensitive sense of taste may just be a 'him' thing, Podlight suffers from brutal wounds during A Vision Of Shadows when he fights against the Kin, all of which get infected. He ends up losing half of his tail, and loses some sight in his right eye, along with several scars. While he is now considered quite handsome, he has sadly fallen into the drama of what is going on in Riverclan.

Curlfeather - Curlfeather is a unique cat. Suffering from nightmares and visions of the Great Battle that took place when she was young, along with the horrible flood that happened during her transition from Kit to Paw, and things around her. Curlpaw was apprenticed to Reedwhisker, and did everything she could to be perfect. When Jayclaw died, her heart broke, but she stayed strong with good resolve to raise her kits. After all, that's what a good Leader would do...

[loyaltymoved]

Icarus, it was not your fault.

He is 19. He is killed by ghouls to seek revenge on a father he never really knew. It happens out of nowhere, it confuses him. He is strapped down before flesh is torn from his body with teeth. He screams, and they are echoed by his mother. But soon those screams turn to silence.

His body is found, but he gets no proper funeral. There is no chance for his friends to grieve him, no gravestone to be visited. His corpse is burned. A hunters funeral, despite him being only a kid. He gets no tears, there is no mourning. He is dead, and yet those he cared about will never know.

He goes to heaven. It looks like his prom. He is smiling. His heaven is kissing a girl he liked. It’s strange, yes. But it’s pleasant.

Because of the decision of a brother he never met, he is brought back to life. He is told he is chosen to save the world. He is treated like a prisoner by people he doesn’t care about, and who do not care about him. He is the baby brother, the one left behind.

He is the bait. He is the innocent. He is a lamb sent to the slaughter.

They appear, like they’re going to save the day. Things do not go as planned. Eldest rushes to his brother, helps him escape. Adam is left behind. He cries out for help.

He says yes.

He’s going to be a hero. He’s going to save the world. He and an archangel are going to kill the devil.

There is a heat in his body, a rush of grace. And suddenly it is not his body anymore. He is just a passenger.

The choice of another brother dooms him. A moment that will forever stay ingrained in his mind. His feet on the ground one second- and then he’s falling, falling, falling.

He is in hell. He doesn’t get another chance. He is scared. It’s dark, it’s suffocating, it’s terrifying. It’s lonely. His company is a brother he doesn’t know, the devil, and the archangel wearing him. He doesn’t understand what’s going on. He watches as the brother that doomed him is ripped apart over and over again.

He watches the brother that damned him be pulled out of the cage. He watches, crying out to be taken with. Begging to be pulled from the eternal, ever crushing darkness of the cage.

He wants to go home. He begs for the relief of death. He wants to go back to heaven. He wants to see his mother again. He spends his time praying.

Centuries pass. He looks the same, but his soul is old, old, old. He’s become attached to the being sharing his body. He’s fallen in love. They come to an agreement. They only have each other. Control becomes theirs. It’s shared, no longer one or the other. The body is theirs. Shared movements, shared breaths, shared heartbeat. They are one.

He is in love.

The devil walks free, yet he is still stranded. They only have each other. He has to remember… he struggles with remembering that he’s not alone. They learn how to embrace each other without physical touch. A soul and grace… there’s a warmth that has no match.

The door opens. Yet he’s afraid to leave. 1,200 years is such a long time. He’s afraid of what the world will be like. How much has it changed?

He doesn’t realize that for everyone else it’s only been ten years. Time in hell moves so, so much differently. He still looks young, but his soul now carries the weight of centuries. Centuries of pain, of fear, of isolation.

But it’s all worth it for him.

They are free. They have a chance. He smiles across the booth at a diner, eating for the first time in a decade. Even though he doesn’t have to. It’s a comforting feeling.

They are pulled back into the issues of their families. Metal digs into wrists as they sit in a bunker.

All he wants is an apology.

He doesn’t get it.

He talks with his love, wanting to figure out what is going on. There is a problem, and no matter how much he hates it, his brothers are right. There’s a moment of tension, yet it eventually cools. It always does. After all, there is a trust between them that neither have ever had.

They agree to help, and then they go to leave. It is only then that he is spoken to… that he is asked for.

He gets his apology… but it doesn’t feel sincere. Instead it feels final. He is told he is a good man.

What does his brother know about him?

The lovers leave. But their freedom is not long lasting. He is torn away from their body, his soul ripped in places where he desperately tried to hang on. He doesn’t want to go. He refuses to go… he’s in heaven again.

Only this time it’s a diner. A conversation on loop. Adoring eyes staring at him. But it’s fake. The conversation never changes. The tone never changes. The expression never changes.

He’s cold, for the first time in a very, very long time. There is no blanket of warmth, no heat of grace that he had grown accustomed to. He is empty.

He does not like it.

He wishes for one thing. He only wants to say goodbye. He doesn’t want to let go. He is stubborn.

His lover needs him.

And then he’s back. He’s in his body, put together like new. He’s excited, he calls out to his love.

But that empty feeling lingers. He is not there. He is alone. Only this time there is no memory sitting across from him, no visage of what used to be.

He is utterly alone.

He prays every night before he sleeps. Every morning after he wakes up. He prays any time he can. He finds old prayers, more modern prayers. He makes some of his own.

Finally he is on the floor, tears running down his face. Another night, calling out to a love who he is sure has abandoned him. Perhaps he was just a little too far from his reach. Maybe his prayers just aren’t quite enough.

Or maybe he is gone.

There is a knock at the door of his apartment, late one night. And when he answers the door, there is a face he knows. There is a choked sob that escapes him. He pulls his lover in for a hug, never wanting to let go.

He says yes again.

There is that flood of searing heat, a brightness that only an angel can provide. There’s a stretch of fingers as they become one again. Grace fills every inch of him, his body like a glove.

“Hi, lovie.” The angel says, a whisper only he can hear.

“I’ve missed you.”

[acourtofthought]

I know I'm late to the discussion but I don't understand how people finding Bryce and Azriel ruling over dusk court more appealing and more believable than Gwyn and Azriel being mate/endgame. A court that doesn't exist as of now and we're not sure if it ever gonna happen and ruled by Bryce who is literally from another world and Azriel who is definitely not a ruler and enjoys being in shadows and can't be courtier to save his ass.

But Gwyn and Az? there's nO way Az would fall in love with her what are you talking about!!? Like it doesn't matter that Az was the one who slaughtered all of Gwyn's assulters in a heartbeat, the person who always leaves one to interrogate. or how he was the one who thought her how to defend herself and gave her private dagger lesson or how he was looking at her with pride and admiration when she cut the ribbon. Her not being afraid of his shadows and his shadows reacting to her. OR how at the end of acosf they were both spying at the same time...

yeah... I don't see it either!

I don't understand why people would want to take Sarah's three series that standalone and merge them into one indistinguishable series. Bryce is the FMC of CC and she has history with everyone in Midgard. Her mate, her brother, her friends, her job, her parents, the land itself with all the things she enjoys. It's an entire lifestyle that is so far from the lifestyle in the ACOTAR world. It's one thing to really love Az but it's a whole other thing to think that Az is reason enough to cancel out everything we're told of two other books that had nothing to do with the world of ACOTAR. Not that CC had nothing to do with information found in the ACOTAR series, their histories are connected in the same way Aelin's world is connected, they all share common origins. But they are uniquely different so why would you want make the universe smaller? We have an Throne of Glass series, with an old world feel to it. We have an ACOTAR series with an old world feel to have. Then we have the CC series. Why does anyone think SJM is going to take the one urban fantasy series that she's written and wipe it out so it can be absorbed into the ACOTAR world? She would literally be chopping her creative snakes head off only for the body would follow. She would be back down to only two series who both exist in a primitive setting. Back to Az. He's special but he is really no more special than any other MMC in her series. At one point, it doesn't even sound like SJM planned on writing his book considering she was signed on for three spin-offs, knew with certainty who was getting the first too (almost a guarantee it was Nesta / Elain since Nesta did get the first with her mate and she had done research for Elain's book who also has a mate) and was deciding between 5 different pairings for the third. I think by the time ACOFAS came around she hopped on board the "Az is getting a book" train but he's already had one interest he's been hopelessly in love with. He was given a second as a sort of "rebound" to the first without actually being over the first. Then he was given mate coded language with the third, felt amusement over the third, showed admiration for the third, has his shadows dance with the third, had something spark in his chest over the thought of her happiness. When you consider all that, does it really seem like Az is now going to have a fourth love interest when he hasn't even dealt with the very messy emotions he's got with the other three? It's got to be a joke honestly. Or a "I'd love if it happened though I know it won't." Note how in CC2, SJM was telling us of the tears she shed over Bryce meeting her "wonderful Rhys". It doesn't matter that Az is the one who found her or Az is the one who has the matching dagger, Rhys is the one Sarah was excited about when Bryce landed.

[sstreetgh0st]

First Post

✨so get to know me and the characters I will be writing abt✨

✨Me ✨ : Name online is street ghost I am a “ writer” who enjoys coffee, pasta, books, and music. Favorite book I have read so far is six of crows. Favorite film is unfriend. I been writing since I was 8. And right now it’s is 01:39 as writing this.

Know get to know the lovely ( mc) characters

Violet Haven

Violet is 15 years old while having the power to manipulate shadows. The weapon she uses the most is a double bladed scythe. Violet is overall an introvert. When around people she knows such as her brothers she can talk a lot. Violet pasts the free time while eating sushi and making hand made jewelry. Violet is hot headed despite being nice to Niko. But Violet is terrified about the idea of her past coming to haunt her.

Niko Haven

Niko is a Greek American 14 year old who enjoys archery and his power to manipulate his own blood. Which lead him to keep a bow slung over his shoulders often. Niko hobbies are reading and learning new things Niko can be quite when he wants to- he often does though because he doesn’t find pleasure in talking to people. There are a few people who are exceptions ofc. Niko is scare of rejection due to how his past was.

Scott Haven

Scott is the oldest and the British among the Havens being at 17. He has the power/magic of manipulative lighting/ electricity. His biggest fear is abandonment due to how his mother just left him with his mentally absent dad. But this also makes him loyal and very caring towards the people he cares about. His signature weapon is a pair of throwing hatchets

( so these are the characters about the big book I am writing abt the other characters are from a side book)

Raven Raith

( Raven is one of my newer characters so sorry if her introduction seems odd)

Raven is only 18 years old yet has a gift, the art of crime. A murder who doesn’t get caught. A Gonfo who is a sly as a fox. But the thing is Raven wasn’t force into this life, she chose it. Raven is quite, depending on the person, she might state her opinion, but often she listens to the person speaking and finds a flaw or lie. Raven biggest fear is losing her freedom. Even as she works for Tris, she can pick who she kills and how. Losing her freedom means losing her life. She doesn’t find laws as way to protect people. She finds them as aways to protect people who should be slaughtered.

Milo Àngel Resucitado

Milo was aways a trouble maker. To when he lived in Fallen Rain to the day he was shipped of to Edam He was actually shipped off because when he lived in a boy school he cause so much chaos he was sent on a ship to be a slave. The only reason Milo survived living in Edam was because of Raven. Who originally wanted to kill Milo. But once she saw the glint of trickery in his eyes she knew this boy would be perfect as her partner in crime. Even though Milo was only 14 when he entered the world of crime he made himself a name already. Milo is quite the opposite of Raven, being loud when talking to people and isn’t afraid to put his opinion out. His biggest fear is losing himself. So he set him self 3 moral rules he will never cross.

This took way to long - there are more characters ofc but these are the main ones I enjoy/ and writing abt. Soooo yeah. Hope yal like my characters.

[greyturned]

letter prompts / accepting@fairyt0ld sent: [ REVELATION ]: a letter written that reveals the truth about an event(s) that the writer believes the recipient may be misinformed about. from mama!

Mom,

I'm not sure how to say this, I've been struggling with it since the moment I killed Snoke. I know you've tried getting me to talk about what happened that night, at the academy, before then, but only after Snoke was gone did I feel like I could talk about it. Even then, it's a difficult subject. I'm still not sure where to begin, but what is more, I don't know what you'll say, what you'll think, and...

It scares me.

I've known from the moment it happened that no one would believe me, and I was proven right on several occasions. With Sky--- With Luke back, I'm not sure what he's told you, or what you've heard before, but as we prepare for Exegol, I feel as if I must get my side of the story out somewhere, because I don't want to risk something happening without this having been said. I don't know how much I can even bring myself to commit to paper, but I'll try.

Here it goes.

I don't know if I was the cause of the academy burning or not, maybe I was, but I never meant for it to happen. I swear I didn't mean for it to happen. It wasn't what I'd intended, what I'd wanted. I was just--- my powers were reactive because I was scared. Lost and confused, recently betrayed and

I was angry, I was furious, but I never wanted to hurt anyone. The surviving Padawans couldn't see it, but in all honesty, it wasn't like I tried very hard to convince them otherwise. By the time they had confronted me, I'd stopped pretending that I hadn't already become the monster everyone saw me as, the monster Luke tried to prevent.

It all started in the moments before the disaster. I don't know what it was that brought him to my hut, but I remember waking up and finding Luke standing over me, lightsaber drawn and a look in his eyes that haunted me then, and still does now. I'd felt him in my head, whatever he saw set off a chain reaction that resulted in where we are now. He must have sensed what I would become, what I would do, and he--- I reacted and brought my hut down around us. I thought I'd hurt him, I didn't want to but I'd just needed him to stop---

You'll have to ask him why he did what he did that night, because I don't know. All I know is that I'm still afraid of what it means. Even now, with all I've tried to do to make up for what I did as Kylo Ren, that night hangs over my head. After all, Luke Skywalker was the one who saw the good in Darth Vader, the father he barely knew, after everything he did to him, his family, and the galaxy, and fought so hard to bring him back to the Light.

What does that say about me, that he wouldn't even try to do the same for the nephew he'd watched grow up? Was I already that far gone, is there even any hope for me now?

Despite whatever the answer to that may be, I want you to know that I didn't 'snap' that night, I didn't mercilessly slaughter all of my classmates. I did kill three of the Padawans that confronted me... but I can't entirely claim self-defense with all of them, this I confess. I regret everything death at my hand that night, for whatever it's worth.

I don't expect the others to believe me, but I don't care what they think. The only opinion that matters to me right now is yours.

If you wish to talk about this more after Exegol... I would be willing, granted we all are still alive after this. My only hope is that you'll forgive me, and that my legacy with my niece and Ani will be something worth remembering their uncle and brother for.

That, and that we'll see each other again.

Your son,

Ben

[yourbonafidelove]

To my brother and sister, Yknow, I went into the fair just because their was vehicles being crushed, and dirt bikes, and lit up rides. And I think of you both, as I walk through the livestock, And I think of my brother as I watch the dirt bikes too. Someday Someday I pray that you bring my nieces & nephews to the local fair So that they can meet the cows, horses, goats, bunnies, chickens, pigs, llamas etc, So that someday and throughout their lives, your children come to understand the love and sacrifice our animals carry for us, The work that goes into to caring for them, From feeding, to washing, to protecting them on our land, To the food that comes across our tables.

Beyond the price of a single cow -- live cattle that you must care for Or the largest T-Bone steak in the grocery store, What is the price? What is the cost? And what is the purpose of knowing the difference? And does it come from a place -- a source -- that makes sense? Can you reach out and squeak out in delight for a baby cow Can you reach out and touch life with a hand, of a grown one And can you appreciate where they come from and where they are going-- after the day is done, and long after the fair is over?

I know who you are, and I know your hearts, And I know you already come from a place of that understanding And should there come a day, When you do not have the money, the tools, resources, Or the time, You forgive yourself for not having all the answers, You do what you have to do to feed and provide for your family, And when you reconsider next time, To ensure you understand the place they come from, By the time they come to us. (I would've kept and raised my own if I could've) And I hope you never forget the autistic woman, That tapped into the suffering that went through cattle ranches and slaughter houses, and changed the ways in which it was done That is the difference, between humans for profit And a human for life. This is what I hope for my family. That is my heart for you. -------------------------

I love you and I miss you, and my heart remains unchanged. And so do the laws and practices in Canada, thus far. Above all, I am so glad that you are two awesome human beings With life and purpose and everything you could ever wish for in your midst, at your doorstep, and in my eyes, And it was a privilege to love you, and be your sister. Be good to mom and dad, and Papa of course, For they have had struggles, and unjust persecutions of their own, And l know they love us dearly, and did their best.

Orville doesn't win, okay guys? I just go to a place where he no longer takes over my days and my nights with nightmares and more suffering, And I know, I know for sure People like him do not reside or get away with their crimes They do not get away with it, they do not take us from each other And they do not end other families out of greed, a malice, and the thrill of each kill. Pretend I pushed the next one into the train with me, and know I'd have shot him dead if we were in the USA. HA.

Love, Lycee

"This is my temporary home, it's not where I belong Windows and rooms that I'm passin' through This was just a stop on the way to where I'm goin' I'm not afraid because I know This was my temporary home" It is a Carrie Underwood song, I think of my body, my vessel And I'll never forgive this cancer vessel of mine, But it was super cool to love you within it And I hope someday you remember you loved me too.

[princeofgod-2021]

LIGHT OF LIFE 450

John 1:4

DIVINE ORDER 15: FROM BEGINNING OF CREATION 14

Exo 40:4 And THOU SHALT BRING IN THE TABLE, AND SET IN ORDER THE THINGS THAT ARE TO BE SET IN ORDER UPON IT; and thou shalt bring in the candlestick, and light the lamps thereof. KJV

5. THE COMMANDER IN YOU

There is another important point to consider still, before we move from this scripture.

1Sa 22:1-2 So David escaped from that place and fled to the cave at Adullam. When his brothers and all the rest of his family heard about it, they went to him. THEN EVERYONE WHO WAS IN TROUBLE, IN DEBT, OR BITTER ABOUT LIFE JOINED HIM, and HE BECAME THEIR COMMANDER. There were about four hundred men with him. GW

There are capacities you develop through specialized training, some are “inborn” with you but some [rather] suddenly surface when you are faced with certain specified circumstances in life.

As soon as an “army” of about 400 men gathered, Leadership instincts suddenly sprung up in David that he couldn’t have imagined on a normal day.

1Sa 18:16 But everyone else in Judah and Israel was loyal to David, because HE LED THE ARMY IN BATTLE. CEV

Of course David had been LEADING the Army of Israel in battle before Chapter 22, right?

Back then really, he was leading an already established army of trained men who easily followed him because he boldly faced and slaughtered Goliath.

2Sa 5:2 In the past, when Saul was our king, you were the real leader in Israel. The LORD said to you, ‘You will shepherd my people Israel; you will rule over Israel.’” NET

Now, David was suddenly faced with Broken, bruised and battered men who knew nothing about war yet.

Suddenly, they needed someone to “culture” them from focus on their shortcomings to fearlessly facing oppositions and obliterating them.

They didn’t just need a Leader but a COMMANDER to set their lives in ORDER.

1Sa 11:5-6 Saul had been out in the field with his oxen. When he came in from the field he heard the people crying and asked, "What's wrong with the people? Why are they crying?" Then the people told Saul what the messengers from Jabesh said. Saul listened to their story. THEN GOD'S SPIRIT CAME ON HIM WITH GREAT POWER. Saul became very angry. ERV

Now you can see that this “process” is a Divine Order: when a Mandated Man sees problems or challenges, a great unction suddenly awakes an unusual capacity in him.

1Sa 11:7 He took two oxen, cut them in pieces, and had messengers carry the pieces throughout the land of Israel with this warning: "Whoever does not follow Saul and Samuel into battle will have this done to his oxen!" THE PEOPLE OF ISRAEL WERE AFRAID OF WHAT THE LORD MIGHT DO, and all of them, without exception, came out together. GNB

King Saul formulated one strict command and in that one voice, gathered a great number.

1Sa 11:8 And he had them numbered in Bezek: THE CHILDREN OF ISRAEL WERE THREE HUNDRED THOUSAND, AND THE MEN OF JUDAH THIRTY THOUSAND. BBE

He fought and won the battle then, bringing relief and peace back to Israel.

Before then, Saul knew nothing about being a King or even commanding respect.

Nobody could have trained him because he was the first King, but that circumstance brought it out of him.

1Sa 11:12 Then the people said to Samuel, "WHERE ARE THE PEOPLE WHO SAID THEY DIDN'T WANT SAUL TO RULE AS KING? BRING THEM HERE, AND WE WILL KILL THEM." ERV

Now everybody wanted to defend and follow Saul doggedly.

His Authority had become established when they “SAW” how he “Commandeered” the situation and saved them all.

Beloved, the church is in trouble over the concept of wanting every enemy to “Fall & Die” and every discomforting situation to end abruptly.

We do not give time to allow the Commander in us to awaken first.

Rom 5:3-4 But that’s not all! Even in times of trouble we have a joyful confidence, knowing that OUR PRESSURES will develop in us patient endurance. And patient endurance will REFINE OUR CHARACTER, and proven character leads us back to hope. TPT

These are things that Apostles of old knew and why they embraced sufferings and excelled.

2Co 12:10 Yes, I am glad to be weak or insulted or mistreated or to have troubles and sufferings, if it is for Christ. Because WHEN I AM WEAK, I AM STRONG. CEV

You will find your VOICE and you will move mountains with it, IN JESUS NAME.

Come back on Friday, as we proceed in digging into this inspiring Subtopic.

Keep Shinning!

Brother Prince

Wednesday, December 27, 2023

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[doxypsychlean]

Hi! I love your writing and would have some requests. Maybe you like one or two of them:

a) daemon has quarrel with Viserys. The king accuses Daemon of things and is unfair.

y/n - female reader notices this and stands protectively in front of Daemon and defends him from his brother.

b)

For example, Daemon returns from the battle and realizes that female reader was very worried about him and was afraid for him.

c)

Daemon is injured and female reader, who hasn't seemed to like him until now, takes loving care of him.

d)

female reader has a conversation with Aemma where she talks about her feelings for Daemon. Daemon overhears the conversation and overhears Aemma describing him as a bad choice and a great misfortune for female readers. but reader defends it and describes what is wonderful about Daemon. it becomes clear that she sees sides of him that he is trying to hide.

Mueheheheheh or maybe, just maybe...I like all of em!

The Rogue Prince

Daemon Targaryen x Reader

Different scenarios

Pairings: Daemon Targaryen x Reader

Warnings: Explicit language, NSFW content(only hinted at, no dirty stuff acc being described), Mention of blood?does that even count?

Thou shan't repost/copy/ translate any of my work or I'll sneak into your home late at night and bite your left ear off!

English isn't my first language. I don't proofread. I slap commas wherever I feel they're needed.

A/N: Ugh, I had so much fun w this one. Hope yall like it as much as I did! Thx for the req btw!

A)

"You disobeyed my orders!"

"Because you were wrong!"

The two brothers screamed back and forth, neither one of them willing to surrender. Viserys ran a hand over his face as he sighed.

"You do realize I have a kingdom to rule,right? I cannot parent you, Daemon, it's enough that I have to deal with my daughter's antics!"

The Rogue Prince rolled his eyes at his brother's words.

"You compare me to a child only because I did what had to be done?" Daemon scoffed. "So be it. At least I'm a child that has some sense left."

"Sense? Sense?! Slaughtering half of Flea Bottom is you having sense?!" The King yelled out once more.

You and the Queen were standing off to the side, watching as your husbands screamed at eachother. Both you and Aemma knew it, Daemon was in the right. The Queen of Westeros gave you a look, as if trying to get you to stop the two men. It's been long since she'd given up on doing it, it was now your turn to deal with the Targaryen brothers.

As their voices got louder and the two came face to face, your words rang. Both men stopped and turned to look at you.

"My King... Apologies, Viserys." You corrected yourself as the white haired man gave you a weird look. You were part of the family now, there was no need for such formalities behind closed doors. "Viserys, you don't know what's it like out there. True, Flea Bottom has never been a good place, but it's been getting worse with each passing day! Murderers, rapists and thieves walk around the streets, spitting in the face of any authority! They know there will be no repercussions, no one to stop them! Something had to be done."

"Trust me, I know. But slaughtering people in the streets for everyone to see isn't the right way!"

"Viserys-" Queen Aemma tried to intervene, but her husband cut her short.

"No, he has to understand! This isn't what we do!" Viserys said more to Daemon, than the woman that was now standing next to him.

"Yeah, what we do is absolutely nothing..." Daemon mocked, turning to look at his brother again. "That's what you've been doing all this time- nothing! The realm would've been better of with-"

"With whom? You? That's what you've always wanted isn't it?!" The King shook himself free of the grasp the Queen had on him. Blackfyre was now pointing at Daemon's chest. "First it's the small folk of Flea Bottom, then it's my throat you'll cut! Isn't it?!"

In the blink of an eye, you found yourself standing in front of your husband, hand reaching out and wrapping around cold steel.

"Seven Hells, you two are brothers!" Your voice boomed as your grip on the sword got stronger. "What's it going to take for you to realize that you both want the best for eachother!"

The King was no longer looking at you, nor was he looking at his brother that stood behind you. His eyes were trained on your hand. Viserys called out your name, but you couldn't hear him. You've had enough of your husband's and your brother-in-law's stupidity for one afternoon.

"He doesn't want your crown!" You pointed from your husband to your King. "And he doesn't want to see you get killed in the streets of this wretched city!"

You expected silence. Expected to see them avert their eyes in shame. Instead, both Viserys and Daemon, as well as Aemma, were yelling at you to let go.

"For fuck's sake, woman! You'll slice your hand off!" Daemon said as he pried your fingers off of the sword.

You finally noticed it. The pool of blood on the ground. The angry gash on your palm.

"We have to take you to the maesters." Daemon pulled you away, only turning to look at his brother once you two reached the doors. He offered a small apologetic nod. Viserys did too.

"I appreciate what you did back there, but please, do not lose limbs over me and my brother fighting."

B)

The skirts of your dress trailed behind you as your ran down the steps. With the speed you were going at, you were sure you'll split your forehead open or snap your neck any moment now. It didn't matter. He had come back. You saw him. Or to be more specific, you saw Caraxes fly close to the Red Keep, a familiar head of silver-white hair on its back.

You were close. So close. Almost in the Great Hall. Then you saw him. The King was congratulating him on his victory. The whole place was clapping and cheering.

"You bloody idiot!"

They all quieted down. Even King Viserys stared in silence.

"My lady!" Daemon said calmly. "We won."

"Fuck do I care if we did or not! You said you won't be joining the battle!"

All the noble ladies gasped at your words. How dare you speak like that to the handsome young Prince Daemon, especially after he'd returned to the capital with that traitor's head.

"I lied." He admitted, a smirk on his face.

"You could've died out there!" You said as you approached him. The stench of blood and sweat hit you like a brick wall, but you couldn't care less.

"I didn't."

His hand went up to shake the crown he held, in front of your eyes. You were quick to slap it out of his grasp. More gasps and then murmuring came from the people around you.

"My lady, is that any way to treat a..."

He closed his mouth soon after he opened it. All the air in the Rogue Prince's lungs forcefully found its way out as you slammed yourself into him, hands wrapping around his neck as you kissed him deeply.

"Your dress..." He looked down at the now covered in blood and dirt dress that you were wearing.

"What about it?" You smiled up at him.

"You'll need a new one, this one seems to be completely ruined." He returned your smile.

"Well, not completely...I could think of a few things we could do to get it there though."

Daemon snorted, his eyes going up to look around the room. He snorted once more, once he noticed the disgusted and horrified looks of the people around.

"Never leave me like that again. Ever."

"I promise."

C)

"But he'll live, right?"

"Yes, your Grace. The Prince will heal, but he needs to rest for now..."

Slamming of doors interrupted the Grand Maester before he could finish.

"Where is he? Where is my husband?"

Bloodied hand rose from the piles of blankets on the bed. Then something rather weird happened- a giggle. Soft, innocent giggle.

You let out a confused sound.

"I gave Prince Daemon milk of the poppy, my lady. To help with the pain."

"Gods, I thought he'd lost his mind out there..." You trailed off as you neared your shared bed.

As your knees slammed into the mattress and your hands started digging around the blankets, two eyes found their way out to look at you.

"We won..." Daemon hummed.

"And you almost lost your life!" You scolded as you removed the blankets from his face.

"What do you care..." His head lolled. "I die and you'll be free."

"Gods, how much did you give him?!" You said more to yourself than the Grand Maester.

"Don't play the fool, wife."

"Daemon..."

"Don't, don't, don't!" He said with a mischievous smile, basically singing out the words.

"Leave us!" Your voice rang.

"But, my lady-"

"I wish to be alone with my husband, Grand Maester!" You cut him short.

The man only nodded, signaling with one hand for the others it'stime to take their leave.

Soon, they were all gone. You turned to look at your husband once more.

"Don't..." He whispered with the same smile on his face from before.

"Daemon, that's not true. I-"

You stopped yourself. You knew there'd be no coming back from this. The two of you had been cold and distant to eachother, determined to show the world around you that there's no way this arranged marriage would work. And it was working. Untill something inside of you both started growing...

It didn't matter. He'd probably not remember any of your words once the effects had worn off.

"I truly care for you. More than you can imagine. Hearing that you got wounded in battle was...was...Well, it wasn't good. I-"

He let out another giggle, eyes staring up at you.

"Ooh, wife, let me guess... You're about to profess your love for me?"

"Yes."

"Good. Me too."

You sat there, staring down at him in confusion.

"You mean...You love me?"

Daemon only hummed in response, his left arm shooting up and uncovering his bandaged torso.

"Join me. Oddly enough, I'm cold."

"Cold? I'll fetch the Grand Maester, this isn't right. With all these blankets on you..." You got back to your feet, ready to scream for the healers to get back inside.

Before you could get away, a hand wrapped around your wrist. You turned around.

"Stay." Daemon said with a wink.

You huffed as you rolled your eyes. Slowly, you made your way under the covers. A hand wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you closer.

"I really love you right now, you know..."

"You won't remember a thing of what you've said, come the morrow..." You whispered.

"We'll see..."

You laid there like that, staring at the ceiling above your head. When the sun came back and its light shined through the windows once more, a voice pulled you out of your trance.

"I really love you right now, you know..."

D)

The gardens of the Red Keep weren't the best place to hold private conversations that weren't meant for others to hear. Still, Queen Aemma insisted. It was a beautiful day out. The sun was smiling down at them, the birds were chirping happily. Nothing could stop her from making her way down to the gardens- not you, not the maesters, not her doula; not even her rounded, swollen belly. Well... the cravings almost did. That's why she had the two servant girls leave you and go bring something sweet from the kitchens.

"Dear girl, I've heard some interesting stories go around the castle."

You looked up, your delicate fingers stopping as they now held onto the braid of white hair.

"About a certain lord...and you."

"Oh, yes... There isn't much about him and I, your Grace. I declined."

"Sweet girl, while I understand Jason Lannister is..."

"A pig?" You offered with a laugh.

Queen Aemma laughed too. You weren't wrong, after all. He was a pig.

"...You can't keep declining all those proposals. Your father Otto, bless him, granted you the ability to choose your own lord husband. A choice many of us didn't get to make. But don't be mistaken, if he sees you cannot come to a decision, he'll make it for you."

"Yes, your Grace." You nodded, hands busying themselves with the braid once more.

"Has no one really caught your eye? At all?"

"Your Grace!" You said in pretend shock, both of you laughing once more.

"Well...? Woman to woman, is there anyone?"

"Maybe..."

The two servants arrived, each carrying a trail with sweets. Unbeknownst to you and the Queen, the two had been escorted back by a certain prince who now stood behind a bush, eavesdropping on your conversation.

He'd caught your eye long ago. You couldn't deny it, even though you tried your best to do so.

"Don't be shy now, do tell." Aemma's voice reached your ears. You almost missed it with the way you were staring at the servants, who in turn were looking over your head.

The Queen turned slightly. She noticed your expression, then waved off the two girls who quickly dissappeared.

"Well...?"

"Prince Daemon..." You whispered as your face flushed.

"Sweet,sweet girl." The Queen shook her head lightly with a serious expression. "My brother-in-law is...Well, I do not think your father would approve."

"He has allowed me to choose for myself..."

"And yet, he wouldn't consent to such a match. Daemon is...Daemon."

"I'm sorry, my Queen, but I don't follow."

Aemma let out a sigh. She couldn't, for the life of her, come up with a way to say it. Unlike you, the moment she saw the look on the servants' faces, she knew there was something going on. So as she turned to look at you, the Queen stole a quick glance at the bushes behind your back. Aemma immediately saw the Rogue Prince's silver-white hair on the other side.

"I do love him, dear girl, but Daemon is unpredictable. Spontaneous... Hot-headed. I do not wish to break your spirits, but I doubt there's any light left in his dark heart."

Your fingers stopped moving once more, as you came to the realization that your Queen's words had angered you. There was another thing gnawing at your heart- guilt. You knew she didn't say it with bad intent. Queen Aemma would never do such a thing. Not her.

"Pardon me, your Grace, but I disagree. There's more to him, I just know it."

"Pray tell, what do you see in the Prince?" Aemma laughed with a knowing look.

"He's kind. And compassionate. He protects his family, no matter the cost. He is fierce and loyal. He is intelligent, one of the smartest men I have ever met, if I have to be honest. But there's more..."

You took a long pause, eyes staring straight ahead. Aemma leaned back a bit, nudging at you to continue.

"... I do not believe the light in him has gone out, no. It's there, just as it's always been. I think he's just afraid to show it to anyone. To let someone get close to the fire that burns inside him. He's afraid that it will grow larger than him and burn everything in its path..."

"Beautifully said, sweet girl... If only you'd muster the courage to say it to him."

"If only..." Came a familiar voice from behind you. Then it dissappeared, off to find the Hand of the King- Otto Hightower. Single question on its possessor's mind. For Otto to give his eldest to him, so you could burn together in those flames. And leave no trace behind.

[azsazz]

Live for Tonight

Lucien x Reader

Summary: After you and your mate escape the Autumn Court into Spring, you have constant nightmares about being captured and brought back. This is you telling your mate you’re scared.

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 864

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“What’s wrong?” Lucien asks, sitting up stock straight next to you, chest heaving as he frantically searches the room, eye humming softly as he scans the room for danger. He can feel your rapid heartbeat in his chest, his matching yours as the frozen terror you felt from your dream burns like ice in his veins.

“What–” your breath catches in your throat, hugging your knees tightly to your chest, eyes brimming with tears that you can barely hold back. The silk sheets beneath you are damp, it’s much hotter than the Autumn Court. “What if they come after us?”

“They can’t,” Lucien responds softly, placing a hand gently on your back, rubbing a familiar pattern up and down. “They can’t enter the territory. We’re safe here.”

“Just because they can’t enter the Spring Court for territory reasons doesn’t mean that they won’t,” you say, picking at your cuticles and chewing on your lip. You refuse to look over at him, afraid that you’ll see the disappointed look on his face. “You know how your family is.”

His eye whirrs, irritated. And he’s thinking that he does know who his family is. His father is powerful, but he would never enter the Spring Court, never cross that line, too lazy to do the dirty work himself. No, he’d make someone else do it.

Most likely one of his siblings.

But not Eris. Lucien knew that both of you were safe from his oldest brother and he could relax with that thought alone – that his most powerful and intelligent kin would not volunteer nor accept the demand to find the both of you, even if it meant answering to his fathers fists.

“He wouldn’t dare send them after us,” Lucien’s voice is shaky and his hand stops its trail up your spine, slipping down onto the bed where the sheets are still warm from where you were lying not so long ago. “Not after–”

“Please,” you choke, cutting him off, throat burning with tears, “Don’t.”

Not after he killed his brother and Tamlin slaughtered the other.

You couldn’t hear him say it aloud, the basis of your nightmare. His brothers chasing after you with wild eyes and feral grins, teeth glinting like the blades of their knives. It hadn’t been pretty, but the two of you had gotten away and were still together, at least you had that.

You and your mate sit in silence, trying to calm your breathing and to take your mind off of the harrowing events that happened only a fortnight ago.

You haven't been able to sleep since. Your stomach in knots, churning throughout the day and into the night, the constant fear of one of the Autumn Court family members or courtiers coming to drag you back always in your mind. You knew Beron has spies, some of the best in Prythian, and they would surely be sneaky enough to murder you without a whisper.

You’d hardly even left the luxurious estate, though both Lucien and Tamlin tried. The High Lord even offered you protection from his best warriors, a promise that you were safe in his lands, but you’d politely declined, hiding your trembling fingers behind your skirts.

“Tamlin says that we’re safe,” Lucien breaks the silence, his voice quiet. You don’t quite believe him.

“Well I don’t trust him either,” your response is nearly inaudible, wondering if the High Lord of Spring has his own spies.

“Why?” And it’s not an accusation. A genuine question from your mate, and you finally set your gaze on him, showing him the utter fear in your eyes, flooding the bond with your fear.

“Because he killed the High Lord of the Night Court.”

Lucien bites back the retort threatening to escape his throat. He doesn’t want to upset you further. Instead, the amber haired male pulls you tight into his arms, reclining backwards into the bed, your head resting on his chest as he holds you close. Pressing kisses into your forehead and pushing every ounce of love he holds for you through your bond, you relax slightly, shutting your eyes and breathing in his familiar scent.

He knows exactly what kind of crimes Tamlin has committed in the last few centuries, knows the entirety of the muddied tale between Spring and Night, who murdered who. But for some reason Eris trusted the Spring Lord, and he trusted his brother. Until he could think of a better plan to protect you, this was all he could do.

“I will protect you with my life (Y/N), I can promise you that. I love you too much to let anything happen to you.”

You look up at him, hand resting over his steady heartbeat beneath your palm. His eyes are earnest, caressing your cheek with a light touch.

“And I love you too. But I don’t want to live if I am not with you, Luc,” you admit, “It’d hurt too much.”

“Then let’s just live tonight,” he responds softly, brushing your hair behind your ear, using the hand to slide around the back of your neck and pull you into him fully, meeting your mouth in a long, passionate kiss.