#Bane to the Duras family

[rosalie-starfall]

"I am Worf, Son of Mogh, House of Martok, Son of Sergey, House of Rozhenko, Bane to the Duras family, Slayer of Gowron. I have made some Chamomile Tea. Do you take sugar?"

[sniperct]

Worf: Worf, son of Mogh, House of Martok; son of Sergei, House of Rozhenko; bane to the Duras family; slayer of Gowron

me:

[dukeofriven]

[bisexualbailorgana]

WORF MAKING CHAMOMILE TEA IM SCREAMING

[girlmartok]

"I am WORF, son of Mogh, House of Martok, son of Sergey, House of Rozhenko, bane to the Duras family, slayer of Gowron."

WORF in Star Trek Picard 3.03

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Wild Eyes

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Batman Rogues

Summary: This is an AU where Jason ends up in Peña Dura with Bane after stowing away on a boat trying to escape Gotham.

Chapters: 3/?

Characters: Bane DC, Jason Todd, Birdy, Bruce Wayne

Additional Tags: Parent Bane (DCU), Canon Divergent AU, Father-Son Relationship, Jason Todd is Not Red Hood, Unconventional Families, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Chapter Three: My Church Has Triple Belly Floppers

I’d only been gone a short while before Jason and I were reunited, but Jason seemed much older than his seventeen years. I’d never seen him fight, but he fought ruthlessly and tirelessly. His hair was plastered with sweat, blood, and water as the rain poured on our heads. His eyes seemed so far away as rage twisted his sweet face into a frightening scowl. I don’t think he saw me. I can’t imagine he saw anyone. “Jason,” I called in the rain, knocking men’s heads together. I forced my way through armed men to reach him. “Jason!”

Our men joined me at the helicopter, and I waited. He couldn’t hear me. “Jason!” I hollered, and he scrambled to his feet, smiling as his chest heaved up and down. His face changed, and he looked like my boy again. I stood firm as he rushed into my arms and pressed his face into my chest.

“Papa! You’re alright!” Jason shouted. I wrapped my arms around him, my heart slowing to a gentle bum bum bum. I pulled away, holding a steady hand on his shoulder, and he looked into my eyes. He might’ve grown to be a man with a stature comparable to mine, but he was a child in his heart. I nodded, and he relaxed his shoulders. We joined the men and the warden on the helicopter.

He stood beside me as I exacted my revenge against our warden, but he grabbed my hand before I could offer one act of mercy. “He dies a man’s death in exchange for the imprisonment of children,” Jason whispered as he snatched Osito from the warden.

“Jason—.”

“Papa, he belongs to you. Not him,” Jason interrupted. I nodded. I gave Osito to Jason before completing the warden’s death sentence, and Jason took a bag off his back to dole out rations. “Papa, this is for you.”

I took my food and watched as he fed everyone except himself. “No one eats,” I commanded. Jason and the men’s foreheads wrinkled, but only Jason could ask why. “Everyone take a portion of their rations and give them to Jason.” They obeyed, and I gave him some of my food as well.

I nodded, and we all ate together. All the while, Jason watched me. “What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Nothing… I just—. You can do anything… I guess—. I never met anybody that keeps promises like you do,” Jason replied, “I’ve never had that before. But you did the impossible and got us out.”

I could see the sparkle of tears forming in Jason’s eyes. He tried to return Osito to me, and I shook my head. “He’s yours now. Consider it the first of many gifts to come,” I replied. I mussed his hair and grinned. “Rest. We’ll be home soon.”

Jason obeyed, curled up beside Bird, and fell asleep. I kept watch over Jason the whole flight to New Jersey. Bird made a call, and someone brought us a change of clothes and a key to a hotel room. I carried Jason to bed, and I sat with the men. It wouldn’t be long before I felt the illness setting in. I couldn’t allow Jason to see it, but I’d gotten so used to his company that I couldn’t sleep if we were apart. I tossed and turned all night, plagued by the same dreams that haunted me as a child. When I awakened, Jason lay curled into a ball by my side, a thin sheet covering us both. I could hear him whispering, but he wasn’t asleep. Jason spoke so fast I couldn’t make out his words. He only whispered that way when he prayed. His memory served him well. Those were the prayers he whispered when the men were sick. I memorized his cadence, focusing on the breaths he took to decipher the prayer. “Jason?” I whispered. I sat up, shielding my eyes from the sliver of light peeking through the cracked door, and Jason patted my arm.

“Papa, it’s alright,” Jason mumbled, still half-asleep. He sat up, his hair sticking up in some places while plastered to his forehead in others. He stood and pushed his hair back. “I have to go out for a little while. Will you be alright?”

“Do you want one me to accompany—?”

Jason crouched beside me and kissed my cheek. “No, Papa… It’s a surprise. I’ll be home soon,” Jason whispered, “Don’t worry, okay?”

I nodded, watching as he grabbed clothes from the chest and changed. “Should I stay awake?” I asked.

“I’ll wake you… Besides, I want you to get some rest. I want to take you to my church tomorrow night. Maybe Father Tyler will be there,” Jason smiled. I grabbed his wrist. I fought every desperate thought I had regarding the idea of separating. “It’s my turn to make promises, Papa. I’ll be back soon. I promise you.” I lay awake wondering if he’d return. I had to let him go. Even if he’d broken his promise, I would’ve loved him the same as I always did. But he returned no more than two hours after he left. He carried a large bag with him, but I paid it no mind as I grabbed Jason and pulled him into a relieved embrace.

“Where did you go?” I asked, remembering to be gentle in my tone. Jason picked up on every little change in pitch and tonation in my speech. It was one of many things that I loved about our closeness.

“I made a little cash and got you a Triple Belly Flopper with the works… And I got onion rings because it doesn’t seem right to have french fries with a burger as excellent as this one,” Jason smiled, “And don’t worry. I got something for everybody.” Jason reached into the bag and handed me a wrapped sandwich. My mouth watered as soon as I smelled it.

I chuckled involuntarily. “Sorry, I—.” And then I laughed. “It’s a sandwich. I thought it was a swimmer.”

Jason chewed his lip to keep from laughing but quickly joined me in my humorous moment. “Take a bite,” Jason whispered once he collected himself. He ripped the bag open and grabbed an identical sandwich for himself. We ate quickly, but I savored the last bite. It was unlike anything I’d ever tasted. My first of many convenient culinary delights. Jason smiled as I ate the onion rings. He waited until I’d finished eating to speak. “What did you think?”

I wiped my hands with a napkin and lifted his chin. “My church has Triple Belly Floppers,” I grinned. Jason laughed.

Then it dawned on me. I had no idea where Jason got the money. “Jason, how—? How could you afford this?” I questioned.

“I sold tires… I stole them and sold them. I could’ve gotten more money for a whole car, but tires are easier to replace and harder to trace back to me,” Jason explained, “Besides, I made a ton of money in an hour because I’m stronger than I was as a kid… And you won’t believe whose tires I lifted.”

“Whose?” I questioned.

“The Batman,” Jason smiled. He wanted to make me proud.

“You outsmarted him?” I asked. Jason shook his head.

“No, I took advantage of a distraction in the area. He never saw me… But I saw him. I watched him, Papa. He used to have a friend… A partner… But I didn’t see him. The Bat stands alone,” Jason whispered excitedly. My heart dropped into my stomach.

“Stay far away from him. Do you understand me?” I asked. I grabbed his arms. Jason was my child, but he no longer resembled the small boy I saw. To Batman, he would be another adversary. I couldn’t fathom the thought of Batman brutalizing the one I loved most. My dearest treasure. The men at the prison and the warden were different. They were weak… And they were tools to train Jason for survival… But, none of that readied him to beat the Bat, and I wouldn’t stand for him getting hurt on my behalf.

“Papa? I don’t understand. I thought this was what you wanted,” Jason frowned.

“Leave that to me and the men… For now, I want you to enjoy your freedom. Do the things you’ve always dreamt of… It will all be yours soon,” I replied.

[ratleyland]

I am Worf

Son of Mogh

House of Martok

Son of Sergei

House of Rozhenko

Bane to the Duras Family

Slayer of Gowron.

I have made some chamomile tea. Do you take sugar?

That's a badass way of introducing yourself!

[bruceandmary]

I am Worf, Son of Mogh, House of Martok, Son of Sergey, House of Rozhenko, bane to the Duras family, slayer of Gowron. I have made some chamomile tea. Do you take sugar?

Worf, Star Trek Picard Episode 3x03

[ploppythespaceship]

"I am Worf, son of Mogh, House of Martok, son of Sergey, house of Rozhenko, bane to the Duras family, slayer of Gowron. I have made some chamomile tea. Do you take sugar?"

That is the best possible line to reintroduce Worf. I love him.

[lunawish]

worf, son of mogh, house of martok, son of sergey, house of rozhenko, bane to the duras family, slayer of gowron

lae'zel, child of gith, creche k'liir, voice of orpheus, headache of kith'rak voss, bane to the lich queen vlaakith

[azazelsazaleas]

So I just finished watching all the way through DS9 a few weeks ago and I decided to follow S3 of Picard as new episodes drop and can I just say…

…Holy Shit, I felt GIDDY at that reveal. There is so much they could do with this - I really hope we get to see some old DS9 cast members, even if it’s just a cameo.

Also, I know the show is called “Picard”, but goddamn is Worf stealing the show. “I am Worf, son of Mogh, house of Martok, son of Sergei, house of Rozhenko, bane to the Duras family, slayer of Gowron” - damn, dude, THAT’S a way to introduce yourself…

…especially since he followed it up with “…I have made some chamomile tea. Do you take sugar?”

[bagsybaggins]

A Knight Under the Moonlight Masterlist

Summary:

Isabella Lockley is the younger twin sister of Elizabeth, daughters of Jake Lockley, an alter of Marc Spector. They had 6 years with their father before he disappeared without a word, and they shortly moved to New York to live near their Uncle Happy. Life changed for the better after that, but it would take a dramatic downturn when they arrived home from school one day. The twins drifted apart, and the moment upon reuniting, the Blip happened. Izzy ended up getting dusted but didn't die, at least not fully. She traveled to an alternate reality and landed in the Pena Dura and had to fight to survive under the wing of Bane. Life wasn't full of luxuries, and it took what it wanted and gave nothing but misery to those who didn't fight. Izzy didn't think of her family often and instead managed to find another.

Headcanons/Blurbs:

Chapters:

Chapter 1: The Lockley Twins

Chapter 2: The Agony of His Mistakes

Chapter 3: Of Dust and Shadows

Chapter 4: Choosing the Path

Chapter 5: The Potted Plant

Chapter 6: A Familiar Face in the Picture

Chapter 7: The Family in Alternative

Chapter 8: The Birthday, The Gala, And The After Party

Chapter 9: The Birthday, The Gala, And The After Party (Part 2)

[shacklesburst]

Worf – son of Mogh, of the Klingon House of Martok, of the Human family Rozhenko; mate to K'Ehleyr, father to Alexander Rozhenko, and husband to Jadzia Dax; Starfleet officer and soldier of the Empire; bane of the House of Duras; slayer of Gowron; Federation ambassador to Qo'noS – was one of the most influential Klingons of the latter half of the 24th century.

yeah with that amount of titles and bynames I'd certainly hope he was

[marcstwocents]

Trekology: How Deep Space Nine Saved Worf

#Trekology looking at how Deep Space Nine saved the character #Worf in #StarTrek Enjoy!

I am Worf, son of Mogh, house of Martok, son of Sergey, house of Rozhenko, bane to the Duras family, slayer of Gowron. – Worf, 2401 For 7 seasons on Star Trek: The Next Generation, 4 seasons on Deep Space Nine and 4 motion pictures on the big screen, Michael Dorn played Lieutenant/Lieutenant Commander Worf. Worf’s story between the various incarnations of Trek goes something like this: At the…

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Wild Eyes

by expelled_sleep_demon

This is an AU where Jason ends up in Peña Dura with Bane after stowing away on a boat trying to escape Gotham.

Words: 1153, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen

Characters: Bane (DCU), Jason Todd, Birdy, Bruce Wayne

Relationships: Bane & Jason Todd, Bane & Bruce Wayne

Additional Tags: Parent Bane (DCU), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Childhood Trauma, Parent-Child Relationship, Found Family, Protective Bane (DCU), Soft Bane (DCU), POV First Person, POV Bane (DCU), Jason Todd is Not Red Hood, Unconventional Families, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Batman: Vengeance of Bane, Batman: Knightfall

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/47927869

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Wild Eyes

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Batman Rogues

Summary: This is an AU where Jason ends up in Peña Dura with Bane after stowing away on a boat trying to escape Gotham.

Chapters: 2/?

Characters: Bane DC, Jason Todd, Birdy, Bruce Wayne

Additional Tags: Parent Bane (DCU), Canon Divergent AU, Father-Son Relationship, Jason Todd is Not Red Hood, Unconventional Families, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Chapter Two: First Blood

Jason worked beside me every day. If I did one thousand pushups, he did twenty. If I read a novel, Jason sat on my shoulders or on my lap, reading along. If I smiled, he laughed. When I frowned, Jason despaired. He was a true companion. Perhaps more. I did not understand the first thing about the relationship between a father and son, but it must have been close to what I shared with Jason. So, when I was separated from him one afternoon, it shattered my entire world. I dreaded the thought that some careless beast tore my beloved companion from me. I searched frantically for him, shoving men out of my way as I sifted through the crowd. Jason emerged from the shower stalls, fully dressed and soaking wet, with blood on his hands. He staggered forward, and I crouched low enough for him to meet me at eye level. “Jason—?” His face contorted. His features twisted as tears fell from his eyes.

He apologized to me in my language, using words I taught him. “I killed him. I had to… He wanted to kill me,” Jason whispered in Spanish. It was his first blood. He was thirteen then. So small. So pale. His hands were crimson with the evidence of his triumph against his assailant.

“What happened? Did he hurt you?” I asked, pulling at the wet fabric of his clothes to check his skin for injuries. Jason shook his head, and I picked him up. He trembled in my arms as I held him. “Jason, where is he?”

Jason shook his head as he pressed his face into my shoulder. “You can’t hide from this… Tell me where he is, and let me help you,” I whispered, “Trust that I can help.”

“I had to kill him. There was no other way. Please believe—.”

“I do believe you… But I need to see where it happened,” I whispered. I set Jason down, and he swallowed hard, nodding at the horrible reality of what he’d done. Jason reached to run a hand through his hair, but I grabbed his arm. “No, don’t touch your hair.” He nodded and led me to the end stall, where a man lay covered in cuts and scratches. Some wounds were done by Jason’s hands, but others were inflicted by a single knife. “What happened?”

“He said I had to go. I don’t know why he said it, but he started trying to stab me, and I—. Papa, I had to fight,” Jason explained. I nodded.

“It had to be done. Wash your hands,” I commanded. Jason obeyed. It was his first kill but not his last. I told the men it was my doing, but I don’t think they believed it. Jason was subject to attacks and forced separation from me for the next year or so, but I spent all my free time preparing him for the worst. Jason was strong. Stronger than sometimes he believed.

In between those times, we enjoyed new games. Jason stole a flashlight from one of the guards and made shadow puppets for me. Soon, I learned to make my own, and we made shows. “How do you make an elephant again?” I asked. Jason took my hands and gently maneuvered them for me.

“Here you go, Papa,” Jason whispered. Papa. He started calling me that shortly after his twelfth birthday. But he was thirteen now, and he showed no signs of animosity toward me. Jason never blamed me for the violence that constantly threatened to separate us. I noted a new scrape on his chin. “Papa—.”

“Who did this?” I asked.

“Papa, it’s not a problem. I handled it,” Jason replied. I rustled a hand through his mess of curls. Jason shut his eyes and smiled at my display of affection. “Can I ask you something?”

His eyes were full of sadness. “Anything, my friend,” I whispered. Sometimes it shocked me to know how quickly he picked up the language. I let him sit on my knee as I always did before bed.

“What will you do when I get too big to share a bed with you? What if I take up too much space?” Jason questioned.

“There will always be space for you… And if we run out of space, I will make more,” I reassured Jason. He yawned. A good sign. “Time for bed.” Jason groaned, but I knew he meant nothing by it. It was all part of our game.

Jason stood up, and I followed him to bed. Birdy was already asleep on his side of the room. Jason curled between my side and my arm. He was always so cold at first. His hands and feet were frosty to the touch, and it cooled my body being near him. I didn’t mind, though. I always slept better with him beside me. I couldn’t imagine parting from him. But the time would come soon when I needed to fulfill my destiny.

*

When Jason was seventeen, I told him about the final part of my plan. He was no longer small, and I needed him to know we’d only be apart for a while. Jason grew to be quite large and impressive. His shoulders were broad, his weight heavy, and his hands and feet were nearly triple the size of the boy I nursed back to health six years before. Our bed no longer supported our weight, so we slept on the floor. I had never known love like the love I felt for Jason. He was my son in every sense of the word... So as his father, I was willing to kill to build a world worthy enough for him to live in.

“Papa, it’s too dangerous,” Jason whispered in the dead of night as he held my wrist. “Please… There has to be another way out—.”

“Have I ever lied to you?” I asked. Jason shook his head. “I promise we will be together again. We won’t have to part this way again. I need you to keep everyone in line. We will be together again soon, and you won’t have time to miss me.” Jason wanted to cry. I know he did, but I was relieved he held them back for my sake. Had he cried, I would not have been able to speak any further.

“We must be together again soon. You promised me, Papa,” Jason whispered. We shook hands, and he kissed my cheek.

I smiled. “A promise,” I replied. Not even death could’ve kept me from fulfilling my promise to him.

“I’m going to buy you a Triple Belly Flopper when we get there,” Jason grinned, “With the works…”

“I have no idea what that means, but I look forward to it, my dearest friend,” I replied. Jason chuckled.

“I’ll show you when we get there, Papa,” Jason answered. I grabbed his face with both hands and kissed his forehead. “I’ll be okay.” Jason nodded at me. I needed him to tell me that. I needed it more than he would ever know.