#My first father still has the dagger my mother gave him

[teaboot]

Firm believer that weaponry makes for the perfect wedding gift.

Appliances? Unwieldy. Flowers? Short-lived, fragile.

A knife is so much more poetic. Personal. Defends your home, defends your honor.

The ceremony of the occasion only adds to the mysticism. Ties it to the family name. Will it be blessed? Cursed? Passed down the generations? Locked away after a tragic maiming or demise? A... disappearance?

It's the gift that will not stop giving. Love that. Sword for you

[clairifys]

You are mine, and I am yours.

Benjicot Blackwood x Fem!Targ!Reader

w.c: 3.0k

18+ minors dni!!

c.w: violence, blood, death, 18+ content, nsfw, tent sex, fingering, making out, kissing, p in v, descriptive words, not-canon (sorry!)

ok guys i finally finished.. lmk if y’all like it!

There had been whispers from the Riverlands. You sat in on your mother’s council as you listened to the lords brabble around you. It wasn’t until Maester Gerardys spoke up that everyone went silent.

“Your Grace, a raven from Raventree came in, unfortunate news.” He spoke slowly, “Samwell Blackwood, Lord of House Blackwood was slain. His heir, Benjicot Blackwood now sits where he once sat.” Maester Gerardys concluded.

“Unfortunate news indeed..” Your mother, Queen Rhaenyra spoke saddened by the fatality.

“..Along with that news, the Riverland houses have expressed concern.” Maester Gerardys added.

“And what concern is that?” Your mother spoke cautiously.

“News that Aemond Targaryen’s dragon, Vhagar has been flying above them on multiple accounts.” He concurred, upon hearing this, you speak up.

“Mother..” You began, “Allow me to go out on Vermithor and keep our troops protected from the sky.” You suggested slowly, your mother looking at you with uncertainty and love in her eyes.

“My daughter, my only daughter,” your mother began before being cut off by Princess Rhaenys.

“Rhaenyra. We are at war, only few of us have dragons and Vermithor would be the best chance against Vhagar.” She affirmed strongly, “Vermithor has been with (Y/n) since she was a babe. She’s been riding much longer than Aemond.” Rhaenys left no room for objection and your mother looked at you with determination and melancholy.

“Alright.” She spoke firmly. “You will go on Vermithor before break of day.” Rhaenyra stood up and softly grabbed your arm to lead you with her to her room.

“My love, be careful and stay concealed until you reach the Riverlands.” She spoke lovingly as she took off the necklace your father, Daemon, gave her when she was a teenager. She fastens it around your neck before speaking, “Take this with you, to remember and to hold when you feel lonely.” She finished as a tear rolled down her cheek. She gives you a kiss on the forehead and holds you in her arms.

Benjicot had received no letter of affirmation from Queen Rhaenyra and only hoped she’d seen it and considered sending a dragon. The Northerners had arrived the previous day with Cregan Stark, the Lord of Winterfell. 

“Oye, Benji get your arse back in and train with me.” Kemit Tully taunted with a smile. He had been training with two of the boys he grew up with, Kermit and Oscar Tully.

“Yeah, yeah keep up with your taunting when I have my dagger at your throat and my foot on your chest.” Benjicot spoke up, a glint of madness in his eyes, the same as when he was on the field.

Benjicot Blackwood was a strange man. Soft and sensitive in any other occasion, even crying after his first battle once he saw all the casualties, but there was a reason he was named ‘Bloody Ben’ when he began his fights.

Kermit and Benjicot were about to start sparring when they noticed Oscar was silent, looking up in fear.

“Oscar..?” Benjicot spoke softly, unsure.

“Dragon.” He mumbled before shouting, “Dragon!”

As the men around them turned to look up, ready to be set aflame by Vhagar, they noticed the bronze color and tan wings. Still weary, the men around them took shelter under the trees as Benjicot, Oscar and Kermit stood planted in their spot, marveling at the sight of the beautiful beast.

You commanded Vermithor to land when you had seen the men cower under the blanket of trees. Flying downwards, your pearly ivory hair whipping behind you as it stayed in the same braided style, lest you need to engage in combat. Guiding your dragon to landing, you slowly climb down off of him as you pull your riding gloves off with your teeth. Your black and red dress blowing behind you as the men who ran to the trees slowly come out. Before you can speak, a man of considerable size, donned in Northern armor approaches and bows before kissing your hand. Cregan Stark you come to realize as he begins to speak.

“Princess (Y/n). It is good to finally meet. I met with your brother, Jacaerys a moon ago. I thank you for coming.” He finishes politely. You feel your face flush at the open show of adoration, it’s never not embarrassing for you, but you give him a soft smile, albeit awkwardly before he leads you to the tent where all the lords were meeting.

Benjicot had already made his way to the tent when Lord Stark greeted you, he was too nervous to go up to you, due to your lineage and beauty. When you made your way in the tent and situated yourself, you spoke confidently.

“I have been sent by Her Grace to ensure the safety of our men who have selflessly put their lives on the line for my mother’s cause. Whilst I am here, I assure you, if Vhagar is to begin attacking, there will be a dragon in the sky for you, to protect you.” You stated confidently, hoping none of the men could notice your nerves. You hadn’t ever been the highest of royalty as your mother was always there. Now though, you needed to keep your promise to your mother to ensure her birthright, even if it caused you to perish to achieve it.

“So..” Oscar started as he and Kermit looked at Benjicot when he met up with them after the short-lived meeting. 

“What?” He asked softly.

“What was she like? It’s not everyday a Princess as beautiful as her flies down from the sky to protect an army.” Oscar pleaded for information.

“Gods, she’s..” Benjicot trailed off as he looked at you from the training ground to see you lovingly caress and speak to your dragon in a language he didn’t understand.

“..we should be glad they sent someone as fierce as they did, she promised that if Vhagar were to return attacking, she’d meet him in the sky.” He finished softly, still watching you.

“Alright you two, let’s stop talking about her before she has her dragon eat us and start training.” Kermit insisted, secretly in awe.

Benjicot and Kermit were up first, not being able to begin their fight due to the Princess’s arrival. The only sound around them was the clashing of steel and the thumping of their hearts, which in turn, distracted the Princess from what she had been doing prior.

You walk over to where you see two men fighting, you notice them as Lord Benjicot Blackwood and Lord Kermit Tully battling it out. Benjicot gains the upper hand eventually as you watch in a trance of the crazed man’s ability and soon, Lord Tully is on the ground with a dagger to his throat. Ser Oscar Tully, you come to believe, begins cheering as Benjicot puts his hand out to the Tully on the ground. His back to you, you begin a gentle clap which sends all three men’s spine straight up. They all turn to you as you focus your gaze on Lord Blackwood while he maintains eye contact before nervously fiddling with his fingers and averting his gaze.

“Princess,” Lord Blackwood speaks up, meeting your eyes again with a slight flush on his face. You wonder if it’s because of the sparring, or maybe because of you. Normally you’d get weirded out when men expressed any sort of adoration towards you, but this time it was different.

“I can see where the name ‘Bloody Ben’ comes from, Lord Blackwood.” You state gracefully. You notice the two Tully’s giving him a look and smirking. His face flushes red as he responds,

“Thank you, Princess, but please call me Benji.. or Ben.. or whatever you wish.” He stumbles on his words and you find it endearing, you hear his friends laugh and you chuckle softly.

“Alright, Benji.” You speak as his face flushes an impossible red, “I’m glad to have you on our side, your swordsmanship is unlike any I’ve seen.” You state clearly before taking your leave to your tent.

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“‘Please call me Benji, or Ben, or whatever you want, My Princess, please take advantage of me!’” Kermit taunts him as Benjicot swings around and begins to wrestle with the Tully boy.

You hadn’t lied when you told Benjicot that you’d never seen skills such as his. It was true, you think as you lie awake in your tent. You feel your face heat up as you think about the timid, yet brutal man. He fought without grace, he fought like a real warrior. None of that pansy dancing you’d seen around you growing up in King’s Landing.

You awake in the midst of the night to the sound of your dragon's calls. Something was wrong. Vermithor only ever made noises such as that when there was a threat evident. You rush outside, regretting not getting a cloak as it’s freezing in the dead of night wearing only a nightgown. You notice some of the men stepping out of their tents, sleep ridden eyes soon turning to determined anxiety. Benjicot steps out of his tent and you rush past him, almost knocking into him.

“Princess?” He questions before hearing the roar of a dragon overhead. Vhagar. You rush past him, grasping his arm gently and run up to Vermithor, who is undoubtedly concerned, climbing up him quickly, you command him to fly.

Before you can situate yourself, you hear Aemond.

“Dracarys”

Suddenly, the trees are ablaze and men on the ground begin to shoot arrows at Vhagar in hopes to weaken him. Commanding Vermithor forward behind Vhagar, you ready yourself.

“Dracarys!” You scream as Vermithor lets out a wall of fire onto Vhagar, Aemond, noticing, turns Vhagar around to attack. You quickly fly up in hopes of Aemond following, you turn your head to see him behind you, gaining on you.

As a last resort you make a hard right and when Vermithor flies close enough past him, you jump. 

Landing on Vhagar’s tail, you begin to try and climb when Vhagar whips his tail around to shake you off. Your dragon, Vermithor, begins to shriek in despair that his rider had ‘fallen’ off. Vermithor, being a war dragon, circles behind Vhagar, before coming to the front of him and sinks his teeth into Vhagars neck. In the midst of this, you had climbed up his tail and when your dragon attacked, so did you.

Vhagar descends down, thick, gallons of fiery blood spewing from his neck as you and Aemond clamber about, trying to plunge your daggers into each other. Noting that Vhagar was descending into The Fork, you grasp onto Aemond and jump. You hear your dragon scream and screech in agony of losing his rider.

In your struggle as you and Aemond begin to fall to your descent, you plunge your dagger into his one good eye, and you let go of him.

You knew dying was a common occurrence, and you had been ready to die for your mother’s cause, but you hadn’t known it’d be so soon. You prepare yourself for the plunge into the deep, cold water of The Fork, and you hope your mother is proud of you for going down with a fight as you close your eyes.

You feel yourself fall as you try to slow your breathing, but before you can feel the hard slap of the cool water, you feel the hard slap of your stomach hitting a dragon saddle. Wrenching your eyes open, your head whips around as you grab onto scales to prevent yourself from falling. Vermithor. He had seen you falling. He came and he saved you from the terrible fate you were about to be bestowed upon. Vermithor flies up and begins to spit fire, unable to hide his joy at saving his rider as your eyes well up with tears that threaten to spill. After calming him down, you fly over where Vhagar and Aemond met their demise. You see Vhagar’s huge body float slowly over the river, but Aemond begins to sink down.

When you land back on the ground, cheering erupts from all around you. Everyone comes up to you and gives you their appreciation, some of the older Lords even ask for a betrothal between you and their sons from your stunt. Once the crowd dies down, and eventually disperses, you fail to see the one person who hadn’t come up to you yet. Benji. You walk around for a little in hopes to see him, but eventually you retire to your secluded tent farther from the rest of the men as they begin drinking at a fire.

Hoping to see him in the morrow, you enter your tent smoothing down your disgruntled nightgown before looking up. Your big, purple eyes meet his stormy brown ones and you make a noise of surprise. The two of you stare at each other, taking each other in for the first time. You notice his eyes hold that crazed look, but something else glosses over them. Love? Lust? You couldn’t tell. Your eyes meet with his before he quickly looks down at your lips. He takes a step forward and you meet him in the middle.

The kiss was sweet, a gentle, sensitive thing. Your hands tangle in his hair as one of his hands cradles your neck, the other coming down to squeeze your waist. You gasp in surprise and when he hears it, he smiles against your lips before gently meeting your tongue with his. Your thoughts are clouded with the thought of him, so much so, you completely forget your near death experience. Breaking apart for air, he leans his forehead against yours and whispers, “You’re mine, and I am yours.” 

He leads you down to your futon in the tent and lays you down gently before pressing a loving kiss on your lips. Your mind is dazed with desire as your body begins to react to the growing bulge in his trousers. You rut up into him, not in control of your body, blinded by the feeling of his body being so close to yours. He laughs softly before asking, “Are you sure? If you want me to stop, just tell me.” Beginning to get irritated at the lack of attention to your body, you grab him by his hair and your lips meet in a searing kiss. He pulls your nightgown down your body with a featherlight touch, leaving you in only your shift. The cool air makes you shiver as you grab his tunic and shove it off of him. Your lips meet again, your mind going dumb. He pulls his trousers off, leaving him in only his breeches before taking your shift off in one motion. Laying bare in front of him, he feels his breeches tighten as he takes you in. 

You begin to feel nervous as his full attention is on only you, and you’ve never laid with someone before. 

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He groans out, looking at you as if you’ve hung every star in the sky. You feel yourself grow impossibly wetter before he pulls his breeches down and leans down on his forearms on top of you. Your lips meet again for the umpteenth time and he begins to slowly rub his fingers through your slit, catching your slick. You moan out in pleasure, bucking your hips up when he pushes two of his fingers inside and groans. He pumps them in and out of you before adding a third finger, and you begin to feel a pressure building in your abdomen. You moan out in desperation when you feel his fingers leave you and you crack open your eyes that had been sealed shut. 

“Well, aren’t you needy?” He purrs before taking his slick covered fingers and shoving them in his mouth. You moan at the sight and let your head fall against your pillow. Suddenly, you feel him hovering over you and something prodding at your entrance. Slowly guiding it in, you both moan out in ecstasy. The stretch is insane, if you hadn’t been so aroused, you’d say it hurt. Once it’s fully sheathed in, you wriggle around, drunk off the pleasure of it all. Benji lets you adjust to his size before slowly rocking into you.

“Benji.. Please” You moan out in pleasure. His eyes darken, as if he had just won a battle and he begins to slam into you. You mewl out sounds as he grunts and groans. Your abdomen begins to tighten and your legs begin to uncontrollably shake. His thrusts get messier, before the white, hot pleasure rips through you. You hear Benji groan on top of you before his thrusts get deeper and faster, overstimulating you. He grabs onto one of your breasts, softly massaging it while his lips connect with your other peak. Your womb is suddenly coated, and you feel the beautiful feeling of being stuffed full.

Benji collapses on top of you, his head on your bare chest as you pull the blanket up over you two. You run a hand through his sweaty hair and he looks up at you with love in his eyes.

“Please, please, come home with me when this war is over. Let me love you for the rest of our days.” He practically begs and you make no objection. Kissing him softly as one of your hands holds his head and the other rests on the necklace your mother gave you.

hope you guys liked it!!

[viperixsworld]

Born to die

━━ Benjicot Blackwood x oc

Chapther two: proposal

Year 126 A.C

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Benjicot Blackwood remembered little of his mother. He remembered slightly wavy, honey-coloured hair, and large, expressive eyes that he himself had inherited. He was six years old when she died. He remembered that she had a good heart, everyone at Raventree Hall adored her. Soldiers, servants, cooks, grooms, stable hands, all charmed by Lady Blackwood.

Ten years had passed since a terrible fever had taken her. Ben's father, Samwell Blackwood, Lord of Raventree Hall, wept by the bedside. It was the first and last time he had seen him cry. He was a good guy, respected by his men and vassals. Not so much by the neighbours, as one might say. The Brackens didn't like him much.

But then, the Brackens don't even respect themselves.

And neither did Ben.

The Well Tavern was a place frequented by men between the Red Fork and the Blue Fork. Both Bracken's and Blackwood's. The owner of this tavern, an old man with one eye and three golden teeth, had forbidden them to fight in his establishment.

There they were that spring night, Ben Blackwood and two of his loyal friends, Corvin and Jon. Both boys from Blackwood's house, both of whom he had known since he was born. His father considered him young to frequent such places, for it was not good for a young lord's reputation. But that did not detract from the fact that he did it anyway.

It was fun, the festive atmosphere and the drunken tales. Ben had had two pints, not enough to get him drunk, but enough to be amused by the nonsense a much drunker Corvin was spewing from his mouth.

"...and then the bloke said "but that's not where to put it" "cackled the young man.

The whole table erupted in laughter and banging. Ben slapped Jon on the back as he nearly choked on his beer. That brought more laughter to the Blackwood men's table. But the revelry ended as soon as the tavern doors burst open.

The place fell silent, the musicians abruptly gave way, and the men at the table turned their gazes to the doors.

Aeron Bracken and six men in golden colours and a red stallion. They seized a table and called the barkeeper, under the watchful eyes of the Blackwoods. The tension could be cut with a dagger, not even the best beer in the Arbor could lighten the mood.

Ben sipped his beer, one hand near his belt where he held a sword and another knife strapped to his back camouflaged in his clothes.

Then one of the Brackens bumped into a drunken Jon. The young stable boy was considerably small compared to the Bracken man, who stood there staring at him.

The two collided forehead to forehead, foot to foot. Ben rose from his seat, in an attempt to separate his friend from the Bracken bouncer.

"That's it! My friend and I go that way and you go this way".

"Are you scared, Blackwood?" teased Aeron.

"I don't feel like smashing your face in a tavern, Bracken," he replied, "We're leaving".

Aeron also stood up and unsheathed his sword, aiming it at Benjicot's back. Blackwood stood still. He had been told to stay away from fighting, to save his strength and momentum for his lessons and important battles to come, and not to waste them in taverns with childish brawls.

He took Jon by the shoulders, to take him to the table with his other friends and leave the dreaded tavern. The hour was late, tomorrow would be a new day and the alcohol was beginning to dampen morale.

"And little Benji comes running back to his mummy's skirts" mocked one of the Bracken boys "Oh wait!, that's right, his bitch of a mother has been in hell for years now, like all the Blackwood heathens".

His father was going to be very angry.

It took a second for the tavern to turn into a pitched battle. Grab what you can and hit the enemy with it. A classic Blackwood versus Bracken as usual since the age of the Heroes.

The offence against the late Lady Blackwood and the ancient gods could not be retaliated against by the lords of Raventree Hall. Jim, the landlord of the tavern, tried to calm the shouting match, trying to move the quarrel out of the establishment at least.

Corvin saw the disadvantage. There were seven of them against the three men from Blackwood House. The boy lifted Jon off the floor, kicking a drunk who had thrown himself on top of him.

"You go get the horses, I'll grab..."

A circle formed where the Brackens were previously seated. Shouts of fighting echoed off the stone walls. Jon looked at Corvin with concern. The latter nudged the former, indicating his previous order, as he reached for the young lord.

Ben was in the middle of the bloody circle. Straddling a Bracken, the one who had dared to speak ill of his mother, brutally beating his face, to the point that Corvin couldn't tell which of them it was.

After that beating, not even the bastard's mother could recognise him.

The boy tried to get Ben's attention, but his young lord seemed possessed by rage. Bracken blood splattered on his face, his gaze unfocused, his tongue between his teeth in an almost satisfied grimace.

"Ben! Oi! Come on, mate!"

Corvin grabbed his master by the shoulders, trying to lift him off the Bracken before he sent him to his false gods. Dodging a blow, Ben seemed to snap out of his reverie.

"Come on, let's get out of here, mate," Corvin pointed, guiding the boy towards the exit.

Outside, Jon was waiting with the horses. Once saddled, the three rode into the night along the road to Raventree Hall. They reached the entrance to the Blackwood ancestral home as the sun rose over the horizon.

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The sun was rising in the east and Lucrezcia had not slept a wink all night.

A ringing in her ears, the spring heat made her sweat, and her quarters in Oldtown were ugly to say the least.

Her only solace was the company of Lady Blackwood. Alyssane had accompanied them from Honeyholt to Oldtown on their quest to find a new master for their house. Along the way, she had advised her and told her all about her home.

The stories about the Riverlands had become a moment of peace amidst the relentless search for husbands. Between dates and teas, Aly and Lucrezcia would go out riding to clear their heads.

Her father had finally managed to get his wonderful horse from the island by boat. A dornish stallion with a black coat and white mane, as big as a carriage and as strong as a bull.

Lucrezcia had named him Maegor.

"... I thought all Riverlands practised the faith of the Seven," questioned Lucrezcia.

"The Blackwoods are an ancient house descended of the First Men. Family traditions state they ruled most of the wolfswood in the north before being driven south by the Kings of Winter from House Stark" replied Alyssane "Then Blackwood river kings claimed the mouth of the Blackwater Rush".

Everything she learned fascinated her.

She felt like a little girl, eager for knowledge, full of curiosity. The many septas she had had throughout her life had not focused on teaching her history. The basics, the Age of Heroes, Aegon's conquest, Maegor's wars of faith, Jahaerys's reign.

They never delved into other houses, let alone other kingdoms, or maybe they did, but Lucrezcia was more interested in ignoring them.

"My father says that the First Men were barbarians and do not accept true religion while worshipping false gods".

"That's rich coming from an Andal" said Aly.

"My mother was an Ironborn, actually" Lucrezcia said.

Alyssane listened carefully. It is true that the absence of a mother or lady of the house was noticeable. It was the father who chose the suitor, but it was the mother who instructed the daughters in the way of marriage. And the lack of maternal presence was very clear in Lucrezcia's attitude. Her manner and demeanour, Alyssane wondered if she had mastered a weapon of some kind, as she had with the bow.

"You don't talk about her much," Aly mentioned.

Lucrezcia seemed to tense up, as if she had spoken too much. Just because she thought a lot about her mother did not mean she wanted to talk about her. No one at home did. Her father seemed to have forgotten all trace of her. Livia was already married when she left, Patricia had barely stopped feeding at her mother's breast.

Olga could barely stand Lucrezcia, so she wasn't much of a support.

"She... she's gone" she murmured "Not that she was a very loving person, anyway...".

Alyssane didn't want to stretch the conversation any further, seeing the change in the young woman's attitude.

"She taught me how to ride though," Lucrezcia blurted out to the riverwoman's surprise. "She gave me the first puppy, it was a breed from the crown lands. We trained him together... his name is Vinn, after the vineyards".

"What a ridiculous name," laughed Black Aly.

Lucrezcia nudged her horse.

"I was eight! I thought it was original!"

They both laughed and Alyssane decided it was a good time to put her plan into action.

"You know, my nephew enjoys hunting too, though no more than his sword, damn him."

"You have a nephew?"

Bingo.

"Benjicot Blackwood, heir to Raventree Hall".

"Benjicot? Now that is a ridiculous name".

Now it was Aly who nudge her horse. A little bit stronger.

"I jest! I jest..." laughed Lucrezcia. A spike of curiosity tingled down her spine. "And what is he like?".

"He's just turned six and ten, he's as tall as the weirwood tree, the damn kid, and very strong. He's been in a few little battles, against bloody Brackens, at least," mentioned Aly "But between you and me, he's a nice kid, pretty shy to tell you the truth."

Blackwood could feel the curiosity shooting out of Lucrezcia's eyes.

"I could introduce you to him."

Lucrezcia shook her head, drawing out the little birds.

"And why would you do that?"

They had arrived at the Hightower stables in Oldtown. Alyssane unsaddled her horse and handed it to a groom, while Lucrezcia still watched her from the height Maegor provided.

"Take it as a favour, he's young and you may have more in common with him than with Daryl Florent".

Alyssane winked goodbye and left the young woman speechless. She watched her walk away towards the High Tower gates.

Lucrezcia's mind was soon racing.

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Ben's bloody nose was playing tricks on him. They still had no maester and had to make do with the healing wiles of Bessie, the cook and housekeeper.

The hall was tense with silence. Lord Samwell stood at the head of the table, while Ben sat at the other end, with Jon and Corvin on either side of him.

With the pain in his head from the blow, he struggled to distinguish his friends. Bess had given him a cloth with very cold water to bring down the swelling in his nose, the water dripping from which mixed with the blood in his nose. He felt iron in his mouth, and could not help the urge to spit.

Father was lecturing him, as well as his friends, who crestfallenly responded with "yes, my lord" and "sorry, my lord". All this while Ben tried to focus his eyes on his father.

"Tavern brawls, this is where it's come to" the man said "I didn't raise a drunken brawler, I raised a future lord, a warrior!" he slammed his hand on the table, startling Ben "You have responsibilities, and you don't fulfil them by getting into trouble.

"They were Brackens," Ben replied.

Samwell fell silent. His wrinkled eyes narrowed in his son's direction. The feud with the Brackens was centuries old, many barely remember the beginning of it. Each day of the other's life was a threat to the other. Grover Tully, Lord of Riverrun, their overlord, was old and his attempts at peace between the houses were faltering.

Any excuse was a good one for bloodshed.

And as things were going in the capital, war was coming.

And ravens and stallions would not fight for the same side.

Samwell was aware of this. But he knew he had time to prepare himself and his house for a war until the dragons decided to dance. And if he could keep the peace with Stone Hedge until then, so be it. For his son's life was worth more than any battle.

He was not so sure that son was aware of that.

"The winds change fast, my son. Someday you will realise that it pays more to protect your own than to fight with the enemy," said the Lord of Raventree. "We need a strong and secure future".

Corvin and Jon shared a look of intrigue at the direction of the conversation. Benjicot looked straight at his father.

"And you, my son, you shall settle down". Samwell pulled two parchments from his sleeve, one with a crimson seal, his own, and another with a purple seal that Ben did not recognise.

"Lads" the lord pointed to the two boys guarding his son. It was their cue to leave the father and son.

Both boys looked at each other and then saluted their master, to walk out the doors of the great hall.

Once alone, Ben pulled the wet cloth away from his face to listen to his father.

"Your aunt, Alyssane, has agreed with Lord Luther Redwyne on a very interesting proposition," he said. He stretched out the parchment of the unknown seal.

"Lord Luther Redwyne, Lord of the Arbor. One of the richest men in Westeros, offers the hand of his daughter, Lucrezcia Redwyne, with a dowry of six thousand gold dragons, two hundred of his men and a prolific trade agreement with the Isle of the Arbor" read Samwell.

"The hand... of his daughter" Ben repeated.

Ben's mind was faster than a dragon. His daughter's hand in marriage, he read the letter. Marriage. He was getting married. To a complete stranger. From another realm. Another faith. An unknown woman.

"Believe me, my boy" said the lord "This is a new beginning, for you and for..."

" They offer us men, for what purpose?" interrupted Ben.

"Gold and men bring security to a family," Samwell reminded him.

"Security against what? What's coming?".

Samwell put a hand on his son's shoulder, still seated.

"I want to see you happy, son. And I want grandchildren for my house that you won't beget in taverns."

"You think a woman will make me happy?"

"A wife ? Yes".

He patted his son on the back twice, before heading for the door of the great hall.

"You'll thank me one day".

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"I have made a decision".

Lucrezcia had entered without warning the temporary office that Lord Ormund had offered her father during his stay in Oldtown.

Luther was going over the trade accounts from the last full moon. He looked up from the numbers to find his third daughter. Lucrezcia looked dishevelled, in her silk dressing gown and Lys nightdress. Her dirty blonde hair was tangled in what had once been a braid.

"And what decision would that be?"

Lucrezcia held her head high. Late at night, the only thing illuminating the dingy office were the candles. The light from the High Tower kept her awake. Alyssane had not visited her since their talk in the gardens, busy with her initial task of finding a maester for her household.

She had reconsidered all her options. Men of the Reach, of the Westerlands, but what appealed to her most, Alyssane's proposal.

A man from the Riverlands, who had no respect for the faith of the Seven.

Would that anger her father enough?

"I will marry Benjicot Blackwood"

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[two-white-butterflies]

the sun sets in the east | daemon targaryen

Description: Daemon Targaryen didn't die during the war - though there were many nights that he wished he did. A prequel and sequel of the sun rises in the west, in which Daemon tries to navigate his relationship with his only son and the new life he is bestowed.

Pairing: daemon targaryen/dayne!reader (you haunt the narrative)

Rating: General Audience (grief processing, daemon being a grey character.)

Author's Note: Daenerys-Drogo inspired.

"When the sun rises in the west and sets in the east. When mountains blow in the wind like leaves. Then you shall return to me."

There was no milk of poppy that could subside the ache in his heart. He marched to the Stepstones with nothing to lose, he came home losing everything. "I offer my condolences, brother." Viserys places a hand on Daemon's shoulder.

Daemon watches his son from afar.

Maekar looked exactly like him, the same aquiline nose, the same purple eyes. He almost wishes that there were other children, perhaps a daughter with the same eyes as yours. He stares off to the vast horizon, the gardens in his periphery.

"When Aemma died, I was a shell of myself. Unable to rule or eat." Viserys conversed. There were no scrolls that explained how to cope the death of a wife that one loved very much.

"- and you found comfort with the Lady Alicent." Daemon interrupted, bitterness in his tone. "If you are suggesting that I find the same comforts in another one's arms. I decline." he gave his brother a tight-lipped smile.

He's spent his entire life looking for Viserys' love. He's long understood that he'll never find it, and that he'll never be his brother's first choice. Daemon waves at his son. Maekar runs towards him.

"We'll be going, your grace." he lifted his son off the ground. Disappearing from the Red-Keep. Gods know when he'll return.

He met another woman after you. After the harsh pushing of his brother to take another wife, he decided to settle with Lady Laena. She was the same as you - the same fire flowed through her veins. She wanted to be a warrior and was skilled with a dagger. She knew her place. She knew how to obey, and behind those purple eyes of hers - he finds a glimpse of you.

Maekar, who was five, placed a tender hand on Lady Laena's belly. "It will a brother." he surmised with childish curiosity. Daemon watched coldly as his second wife took kindly to his son. He wanted to rip Maekar away from Lady Laena - wanted to tell him that the woman wasn't his mother - wanted to tell him to never forget you.

Alas, he couldn't.

He couldn't bring himself to even mention your name.

"How can you be so sure, my prince?" Daemon sat beside them on the bed, placing a kiss on Maekar's forehead. "I-I wish it is." the boy played with the edges of the blanket. "- then I'll have someone to play with - like muña promised." he stuttered.

Daemon's heart sinked to his chest.

Laena smiled.

"You'll have a lot of siblings, I promise." now it was Laena's turn to place a kiss on Maekar's forehead. Daemon clenched his fists.

It was his fault. He did not speak of you - how else was Maekar supposed to know? He'll have to make things right.

"Where are we going, kepa?" Maekar inquired as his father led him to the heart of the Red Keep. "Laena is not your muña. You know that, right?" the man opened the conversation. His son replies with a hum.

Maekar wobbles in an attempt to catch up with his father. His eyes twinkling with adoration and love. "Uhuh my real muña died in the war." the son replied, and they both halted in front of a chamber. It was Daemon's old chamber.

A layer of dust gathered on the doorknob. He could not find himself to visit. "But you cannot remember muña. You were a babe when she died." he twisted the doorknob - opening the door wide. Maekar's eyes travelled along the walls, soaking in the interior of the room.

He remembers this room!

The bed was unmade - the hairbrush still had a strand of your hair. Is a piece of hair still a part of your head even when it has fallen on the floor? Are ghosts still a part of your family even when they're dead?

He reaches for his father's hand.

"Please tell me!" he beamed, and Daemon sat on the bed. Dust jumping around at the sudden shift of weight. Maekar coughs.

The older man points at the portrait on the wall. "I met your mother when I was much younger. She was seven and ten, a Dornishwoman. She made it very clear that she didn't want to lose her liberties by being married to me." he chuckled, the pain in his chest lifted by memories of you. "Liberties?" Maekar tilted his head.

"Freedom. She didn't want to lose herself. She wanted to remain a warrior, to train in the fields regardless of the court's opinion. The court had a lot to say, my son, but she did not care. She never cared about anything beyond us three." the smile never left his face.

"Remember what I told you about being a prince." he stared deep into Maekar's eyes and the little boy nodded. "When forced to choose between the kingdom and your family - always choose the kingdom, because your duty is to the people before yourself." the little boy recited, stuttering and messing up the end sentence.

"Your mother was as valiant as any prince. She wanted to choose you, my son - but we weren't the only ones suffering. Sons were marching off to war, and they never returned. She couldn't help but think about you - about our safety. The War in the Stepstones threatened the very peace of our Kingdom, and she protected that." the smile left his mouth, back to the bitter reality.

"Promise me that you'll always love your mother. Do not find fault in what she could not do." Daemon wrapped Maekar in his arms, placing him in a tender embrace.

"I always love her, kepa." he promised.

Maekar was ten and six when Daemon married Princess Rhaenyra. By then, Laena was long dead - cold to the touch as you.

Princess Rhaenyra was different, mayhaps the only woman after you that Daemon truly loved. She was filled with fire and he worshipped her - they were built in the same fire. He was devoted to her, the same way that he felt devoted to Viserys.

It was a different type of love - devotion, but not love itself.

"Hold him, husband." Rhaenyra smiled, sweat gathering at her forehead. Daemon smiled in return, reaching for Aegon.

His second son, the namesake of his ruined brother. "- he looks like you." she added, licking her lips.

"I was scared, I thought that I'll lose you both." he confessed. Rhaenyra reached for his face. "You'll never lose me." she promised, just before their lips could be bridged together - a handmaiden opens the door.

"My prince, my princess. Lady Melara has given birth to a son." the handmaiden announced. Rhaenyra's face sunk to the floor.

Maekar has stolen her thunder, again.

Daemon was surprised to see Baela and Rhaena patiently waiting outside Lady Melara's door. "Baela, Rhaena, don't you have lessons." he greeted the both of them with a hug. "I don't suppose that you'll have us attending boring lessons when our nephew has recently welcomed the world." Baela rolled her eyes.

"Are they letting visitors in?" he inquired and the sisters shrugged in unison. "Maekar promised to bring the babe out for all to see." Rhaena informed and Daemon shook his head.

On cue, Maekar opens the door with a screaming bundle of warmth in his arms. "The babe must stay inside the chambers." Daemon placed a foot inside of the door, blocking his son from exiting. "- there are diseases outside, and the babe must keep his strength." he asserted, Maekar returns to the chambers with a defeated sigh.

He looks at his younger sisters.

"You are free to enter the room, loves." Maekar smiled, all three of his visitors clamored to be the first to enter.

Maekar hands the babe to his father, the same adoration and love in his eyes as all those years ago. "I decided to name him Rhaegar. After princess Rhaenyra." his son announced. "My brother was born today too, wasn't he." he asked and Daemon nods.

Finally, a child that looked like you.

Rhaegar had the usual blonde hair and purple eyes, but the shape of his eyes, his nose, his face - it was you.

"I settled them both down, and left after they had fallen asleep." Daemon mumbled unconsciously. "Congratulations, my son."

Rhaenyra leaned on the doorframe, watching as her husband played with the children. It seems like the gods enjoyed playing cruel games. Rhaegar was born the same day as Aegon. Maekar's Viserys was born on the same day as her Viserys.

"We'll need to find a safer place for them. Once the Hightowers have landed their first blow, Dragonstone won't be safe." Daemon informed, standing up and walking towards her.

"You'll protect us, right?" she asked, and he nods.

He wraps his arms around her. He always said that Rhaenyra needed to marry a great man in order to keep the realm safe. He played that role very well, and she believed him. She melts in his embrace, feeling safe caged in between his arms.

"Kingslanding will be ours." he promised.

Before Daemon could land his first attack on the Hightowers, news of Maekar's sickness reached his ears. "It is the same fever that took your aunt, Daenerys." the Maester informed - and suddenly the room became very small, and his chest tightening with every second.

"He needs vigilant observation, there are cures for this sickness, but all of them are in Kingslanding. They were gathered by King Jaehaerys - and have remained in the castle since." the Maester added, for a second Daemon considered surrendering to the Greens.

If it was the only thing that could guarantee Maekar's safety.

"- but he can fight the sickness on his own." Daemon placed a finger to his lips, in deep thought. "If his dragon was here, my prince. But Gaelithox is kept in the Dragonpit - also in Kingslanding." the Maester's eyebrow merged into each other.

Whatever Maekar's fate now remained in his own hands.

"You are telling me that there is nothing that we can do?" Daemon attempted to keep his anger at bay. "I'm sorry, my prince." the man bowed. "- we could give him milk of poppy to ease the pain." the Maester suggested.

Milk of poppy. It brought him dark memories.

"Kepa, in the afterlife - do you think that I'd recognize her?" Maekar opened his mouth, feeling the cold compress on his forehead. It's been decades since he last saw his mother. He couldn't remember her anymore, not the sound of her voice, her face or her scent. She was a mere memory, a portrait of the woman that loved them.

"What do you mean?" Daemon asked, refusing to entertain the idea of his son's death. "When I die and I see her. Will I recognize her?" Maekar repeated his question.

Daemon answers with his silence.

Opposite to the news that reached Kingslanding. His first wife did not die immediately after the war. She had a slow death - fighting an infection caused by a wound. He sees flashes of the past, he remembers taking care of you - easing your fever.

Perhaps, placing the same cold compress on your forehead.

He promises that this time will be different. He wouldn't lose Maekar in the same way that he lost you. "Kepa, I asked you a question." his son will not let the topic rest. "It's alright if you do not wish to answer." Maekar adds, his voice suddenly deeper than all the years before. Daemon is bitterly reminded that his son is no longer a child.

"You'll recognize her. I'm sure of it - when you see her. Wrap her in a warm embrace and tell her that you love her." Daemon breaths.

How long has it been since he last saw you? A lady who was ten and nine. Now he was thrice your age - already having lived multiple lives, and you were still there - the ten and nine year old lady who had a life in front of her. Taken by the sea.

"I've not been a good father or a good husband." Daemon admitted.

"- I've not been good to your Mama Laena or Rhaenyra. I often wonder if they hate me, because I hold onto the dead." he added, remembering the fight he had a few hours ago with Rhaenyra. 'How is it that you love her more? She is a dead girl, I am here. I am alive.'

"They do not blame you, I think. It is your right to mourn." Maekar comforted, despite the piercing headache that threatened to split his skull open. Maekar closes his eyes.

"Mother used to sing me a song. I remember." he stated, and Daemon knew exactly what he was hinting at.

The House of the Dragon crumbled the same day that Maekar Targaryen took his last breath. Prince Daemon took to other places, choosing to go on a conquest with the dragonseed, Nettles. He learnt many things with the child. Questioned even his own beliefs.

If people of no Targaryen bearings could claim a dragon. Was he wrong his entire life? Were Targaryens not closer to the gods? Taken by grief and jealousy, Queen Rhaenyra ordered the head of Nettles and thus began Daemon's first defiance.

Daemon still had love for Rhaenyra.

Even in the middle of a cold war, he still fought for her claim. He defeated Prince Aemond in the Battle Above God's Eye, though the battle ended in both of their deaths. Princess Rhaenyra and her last son were burned by Aegon II.

All that remained were Rhaegar and Viserys. Children of the dance. And so, with the remaining forces of House Velaryon and House Tyrell. Prince Rhaegar was proclaimed King of the Iron Throne.

No dragon ever hatched from the mighty house of the Targaryen ever again.

[isleofdarkness]

"So," Evie, ever the diplomat, started. Mal was glaring daggers at Riah and Riah looked confused beyond belief. If conversation didn't start soon, she was genuinely worried Mal would lunge at him. "A lot happened last night that I think we need to discuss. Does anyone want to start?"

"I'll start." Evie barely hid a wince as Mal spoke. She sounded like she was itching for a fight. "I caught fire and there's only one villain on the Isle who has a habit of doing that, a villain whose adopted kid is sitting right there and who never told me that I'm probably related to the god of the fucking dead."

"He's your dad," Riah responded, confusion only getting worse. "Why are you so upset?"

"Why am I upset?" Oh gods, Mal sounded ready to murder him. "Because I found out that my father, who fucked off when I was a baby, apparently had enough room in his heart to adopt a kid and have two more but never even bothered to say hi, sorry I abandoned you with your mother, and that apparently that adopted kid knew the answer to my life's biggest mystery and kept that shit to himself for no fucking reason! Why wouldn't I be-"

"Hold up," Riah held up a hand, cutting her off, "You think- Mal, what makes you think... gods above and below, there's so much wrong with that statement that I don't even know where to start."

"Well, you'd better start somewhere because you've got a lot of explaining to do, you son of a bitch."

"Number one, don't you dare talk about Hades or Persephone like that," Riah snapped, getting to his feet to meet Mal's glare with one of his own. "Number two, exactly what makes you think Dad didn't want you? Dad misses you so much no one in our house even mentions you unless he starts that conversation, because it depresses him that he can't have a relationship with you like he desperately wants to have with all of his kids. He's got your name tattooed same as the rest of us, and he's got your name on the list he keeps in his pocket, right over his heart, same as he's got mine, Hara's, Cora's, Selah's, Nico's, and all the other ones. He misses you just like he misses your sisters and half-sisters, even though he won't say it. You wanna know why Dad isn't in your life even though he'd give up his title as a god for even a chance at it? Your mom wouldn't let him!

"Fuck if I know all the details because Dad doesn't dump his problems on us, but your mom hates him even though he's the best dad in the world. She's put every effort into keeping him away from you because she knows he loves you, and she doesn't want him to turn you soft. And before you go and suggest he should've done something suicidal like try to be in your life anyway, no, absolutely not. She keeps doing something to him, summons him out of the caverns every few months and... I don't know, tortures him or some shit, just to reinforce that she'll make his life hell if he tries to be in your life! The one time, the one time, he tried to get you away from her, that was three days before my eleventh birthday. You wanna know how she retaliated?" He pulled up the leg of his pyjamas, showing the scarred skin and deformation of his left calf, scars and injury she knew had nothing on his thigh. "Yeah, she summoned him away and then sent six of her grown men to go to my house, lock my mom and brother in a room, and torture me for hours before trying to fucking beat me to death while Hara, Mom, and Claudine could hear everything! She threatened to do the same thing to you in front of him if he ever tried that shit again, and this time you wouldn't be as lucky as I was. She would torture you to death to keep you from having a relationship with him.

"As for why Dad went and adopted a kid rather than raise you, that, like everything else, is also your mom's fault. He found me three months premature, nearly dead in a cardboard box on the street like garbage, while he was still with her. He was the one who nursed me back to health, helped me survive those first months. Then your mom gave him an ultimatum, that if he wanted to stay with her he had to dump me back on the streets and leave me to die. And he wasn't heartless, he wasn't going to kill me, so he dumped her abusive ass and took me AND you into the caverns to try and raise us! But then your mother found out where he was and threatened to torture me to death and punish you if he didn't give you back to her, and what the fuck else was he supposed to do? He didn't have any options there, it was either give you back and know you'd live or lose me completely and run a MASSIVE risk of losing you, too, because he knew your mother was the type who would. So he gave you back, and he was forbidden from having a relationship with you or else I would die like Cora, or you would die like Ire and Malice-"

"Don't you fucking dare say their names!" Mal snarled. No one was allowed to say the names of her dead sisters, not even her crew. "You don't get-"

"WHY NOT?!" Riah was shouting, "They're my sisters, too! I love them just like you do, I love them just like I love Hara, Cora, and Selah, and I love them just like I love you! Because the three of you are my sisters, because Dad loves you just like he loves me and Hara, and because we're supposed to be a family!" He paused, forcing himself to take a deep breath as he shook, whether from grief or anger no one, not even him, could tell. After an eternity of silence, with Mal still speechless, he continued. "We're supposed to be a family, Mal. It's supposed to me Dad, Mom, Cora, you, Ire, Malice, me, Hara, and Selah. But your mom destroyed that. Four of us are dead, I'm crippled, Hara's traumatized, Dad's lost everything, and Mom comes back every autumn genuinely terrified she's going to get the news that one of us kids- and that means me, Hara, or you- is dead or dying... We were supposed to be a family.

"Dad talked about you once, you know," the switch of topics seemed to throw everyone in the room through a loop. Vaguely, Evie realized that the rest of them probably should have left a while ago to let the two of them work through this in privacy, but it was too late now. "It was when we were thirteen. He was in the market, getting some clothes to fix up for me and Hara, when something happened. He didn't get the context of the situation, but he heard an adult call Jay a... a really mean word, and he saw that adult reach for Jay and Jay was just frozen, but you stopped her. It was like you'd appeared out of thin air. Suddenly, you were just there, right between that woman and Jay, grabbing her arm and twisting it. You told her never to call Jay that ever again, and never to even look in his general direction ever again, and then you beat the fuck out of her like it was easy. When you were done, you turned to Jay and made sure he was okay, then challenged the entire bazaar, telling them that if anyone else had any thought about touching what was yours without his consent, she would do far worse. He was your second, and you weren't going to allow anyone to touch him without his permission. He told us all how incredible you did it. That you looked so powerful, almost regal. You protected Jay no questions asked, protected him against someone so much older and bigger than you like it was easy. And then you stuck up for your second and challenged the entire bazaar, made it clear that you stood with him and that his consent mattered to you, so you would hurt anyone who violated it. Jay had seemed so comfortable with you even with what happened. Like he knew he was safe with you without a doubt. Dad went on and on about how safe Jay seemed to feel with you near, how well you protected him and how much you seemed to love him. He was so damn proud of you, Mal. That's our girl, he kept saying to Mom. That's our little girl!"

Mal stepped back, dumbstruck. All of her life she'd assumed her father hadn't cared about her, but he... fuck.

"I couldn't wait to meet you, Mal. I always asked Uma and Diego about you, I wanted to know you so bad. I've always wanted a sister, and I know Hara wishes he could have one who he doesn't need to die to meet. We all want you, Mal. Me, Hara, Mom, Dad, we all want you in our family. We have all always wanted you." He sighed. " I know it doesn't fix anything, but-"

Riah gasped in surprise as Mal slammed into him, hugging him hard. Even with his arms pinned to his sides he tried to hug her back.

It took a long time for Mal to pull away. If any of them noticed the way her eyes were glittering, thay weren't going to mention it. She punched Riah on the shoulder- not enough to hurt or even throw him off-balance, just enough to prove a point. "Fuck you for making me cry."

Riah smiled, risking a hand to her horns to reach out and mess up her hair. "Love you too, sis."

[crimsonlyinglilly]

Kitten Cat, Vampire Cat.

Kol decides to announce his return to the living to his brothers by paying back Elijah for helping Klaus dagger him and repeating an old prank. 

Elijah wake up a little fluffier than normal.

It's craack or an attempt at a fic without pain and sadness. Wish me luck.

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“Kol what are you doing?” Finn asked as he recognised several of the ingredients laid out in front of him.

“Nothing.” Kol grinned at him false innocence on his face as he arranged the parts of the spell.

“If you think I'm going to let you target me-” he started, he remembered those as the key ingredients needed for his brother’s favourite magical pranks.

“It's not for you.” Kol told him, rolling his eyes as if it was obvious.

“You've been back not even a few weeks. Who has made themselves a target for your mischief already?” he asked with a heavy sigh.

“Well,” Kol drawled, smiling at him in a way that rarely bode well for any of them, “I never did pay Elijah back for holding me still those times Nik daggered me.” 

“You can't cast a spell like that on an Original.” he reminded him, the spell that mother had used to make them monsters was far too intricate and powerful for the simple ones Kol used for his games and pranks to work.

“True but I'm not targeting an Original,” Kol explained with a smirk “I'm targeting my brother, besides this spell's already there I just need to re-awaken it.”

Finn felt his eyes widened as he realised the full plan.

“You never removed it.” He said, he had been sure Kol had after two weeks of Elijah’s growing annoyance at being restricted to the farm to hide the changes Kol had brought him and a strict warning from mother and father of what Kol would be facing in punishment if he failed to undo his game.

He remembered Kol’s panic and Elijah’s anger, when he first failed to fix it.

“Couldn't, Elijah helped me suppress it so mother and father wouldn't punish me.” Kol explained. Finn found himself unsurprised, of course Elijah would rather help Kol escape punishment, well it seemed it was going to backfire on Elijah this time, a thousand late but fair.

Finn knows he should stop Kol, it was his responsibility to ensure Kol didn't mess up their plans but this was one sure way to throw off their brothers, besides Finn always did prefer it when Elijah couldn't hide behind his expressionless mask.

He remembered the way Elijah at fourteen had jumped when he realised the new ears and tail gave his thoughts away easily.

It would reveal that Kol was back but it would present a distraction if Elijah was trying to fix this instead of managing Niklaus, divide and conquer, and it would only reveal Kol if it worked.

He’d tell mother he expected it to fail if she realised he had known and let Kol do as he pleased.

“He catches you, it's going to end with you bleeding.” He warned instead before turning to leave. He remembered Elijah using the tiny fangs and claws the spell had given him.

“Worth it.” Kol muttered to himself before he started chanting.

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Elijah isn't sure what wakes him up but he finds himself uncomfortable laying in bed and decides to get up, why waste the time he could be trying to work out how to get Hope back sooner.

He doesn't notice what’s making him uncomfortable until he stretches, finding himself far more flexible than normal.

Then he feels it brush of fur against his leg, a twitch of something that had been missing for a thousand years. Even if they had only been for two weeks, new limbs were a unique feeling that one never really forgot.

Elijah moved, appearing in front of his mirror in seconds.

He stared.

He looked from the mirror to behind him, closing his eyes with a sigh as he readjusted the back of his sleep wear.

He looked back to the mirror.

They were still there.

Fluffy dark ears twitched on top of his head, matching the tail behind him.

He moved a hand to pull his upper lip up.

Small pointed fangs sat in his mouth despite the lack of any shift in his face.

Only one person could do this.

“Kol.” he hissed in anger, his anger growing as he noticed in the mirror the-his cat ears gave him away, drawn back flat against his head as did the stiff tail curled around him.

[laugtherhyena]

Playlist listened to while writing; https://spotify.link/WzxvdTKBCJb

Holy shit dude, the ceo of rei angst wrote some rei angst what the HELL!! We have to kill her guys she cant keep getting away with this.

Anyways im gonna be writing about a lot of these nerds. I just love rei. This is really rushed and I am really sleepy so it is not my best writing.

Also i cannot write teruya so you will habe to ppppUT UP WITH IT.

Warnings for like. Violence and my attempt at writing a breakdown.

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Rei held the rusty pipe like a baseball bat, swinging for a homerun as she smacked off the head of someone she once knew. Someone who had abandoned her long ago.

The rotting head of what used to be her mother rolled on the ground, sickly green skin squishing against the ground and stared up at her with lifeless eyes.

“I didn’t want to see you again like this,” Rei hissed as her chest heaved, “i wanted to see you staring with regret as you saw your daughter on top of the world. I didn’t want to kill you or see you dead.”

That had been the second time she had run into her zombified mother. The first, she had been a coward, unable to kill her and her father– the two people she hated most, the two people who had abandoned her and left her on the streets.

Where had all her rage gone that time. When had she become soft.

-

Midori clung to Ryutaro with all the strength in her frail body. “My brother,” she whispered, “i saw my brother’s corpse down there. Kakeru… he… they got Kakeru… they killed Kakeu…”

He didn’t say much in return, but he did pat her hand briefly– the only comforting action he could manage while carrying her.

“I see a store up ahead. Let’s stop by there for supplies.” Keisuke pointed out to the leader of the bunch.

Setsuka patted the clown on the back and gave him a smile. “Sounds good, lead the way. Maki, do you need me to carry Yamaguchi for a bit?”

Midori wrapped her arms and legs around Ryutaro a bit tighter at the suggestion, very much attached to the guy who had found her and saved her from zombies.

“I’ll be fine until we reach the stop.” The blonde nodded his acknowledgement to the bluenette, forcing a smile as he struggled to catch up.

The group walked in silence for a bit, the only sounds being the orchestra of distant zombie groans.

“Miss Yamaguchi,” Hikaru said after bit, his tone fatherly like usual, “may I check your pulse soon? And may I check if the swelling on your ankles has gone down?”

“Yeah, that… sounds good. Thank you, Uncle.”

-

Kanata removed the bandages from Ayame’s arm gradually.

“There isn’t any sign of infection, Hatano. Kinjo and Maki are still out, so… uhm… can I get you something to eat?” The surgeon spoke softly as she stared at the sprinter.

“I’m not hungry…” Ayame mumbled.

“Inori!” Tomori slammed the door open, her eyes sunken from lack of sleep, “i think i got bit. Check! Check, please!!”

Kanata bit back a sigh of exasperation and forced out her cheerful smile. “Of course. Where do you think you were bit this time?”

“My ankle. They went after my ankle so I couldn’t run! They’re going to eat me. I’m going to die, aren’t I? Oh, god, I’m going to die!” The cheerleader’s words were jumbled together and practically nonsensical. She grabbed onto Kanata’s shoulders as she spoke, her nails digging into the other’s lab coat and pressing her skin uncomfortably.

“Miss Tomori,” Kanata winced, “please let go of me. I will check your ankle, but I am sure you are fine.”

“I’m not fine!” Kizuna wailed before glaring accusatory daggers at Ayame. “If you… if you hadn't gotten yourself bitten! If you had just seen that bitch for what she is! We wouldnt be doomed! You’ve doomed us all!”

Ayame took the words without fighting back. What had been the point in fighting anymore? Kizuna was right. She had doomed them all.

“Miss Tomori, please… Taira had us all fooled… if Miss Hatano is to blame, then so are the rest of us…” the blonde murmured. “Please sit down so I can check your ankle…”

-

Mindless. Kinji was mindless. His faith had only been able to spare him for so long.

His teeth were decayed now. His skin was green and purple and yellow. His eyes were dull. His cheeks were sunken.

It was incredible that his mind stayed intact long enough for him to bury as many as he did. The only bodies he didn’t put 6 feet under, the only bodies he couldn’t handle burying, were those of the people he knew.

But what was the point?

-

Yuki held his stomach as he choked up and spat out the last meal he had, beans that had barelt even begun to digest.

“Urgh… gross…” he mumbled to himself.

Shinji was away at the moment, scouting out for the next safe place for them to go and likely trying to find his family in the process.

The lucky student fought back envious tears. At least they knew there was a chance that Shinji’s family was alive– they found his mother, Aiko, brutally murdered in the Maeda household. Her corpse was bloated and rotted when they found it.

The sight still haunted his dreams. He couldn’t even keep.meals down since he saw it.

-

Mikako peered into her brother’s lab. He hadn’t eaten in quite some time, nor had he slept.

“Yamato…” she whispered hesitantly.

He spun around with a dart ready in his hand. He only lowered it after he registered it was her.

“Mikako, I’ve told you to leave me alone. I need to find a cure, or no one will be safe.” The inventor turned back to his work and threw a crumpled up piece of paper to the side.

“I’m sure someone else is searching for a cure, Yamato. Why not try to make a vaccine? Some sort of immunity would help while someone else finds a cure.” The exorcist suggested.

Her brother didn’t seem to have heard. That, or he was ignoring her.

“Ah… nevermind.” She straightened her back and spun on her heel to hunt down their other classmates.

For the newcomers, Satsuki was putting on a performance– juggling empty bottles and broken gadgets whilst telling jokes. That could not be safe, but Haruhiko seemed to have his eyes on her.

The bunker door heaved open, and Teruya’s team came in, carrying boxes full of food and other supplies.

“We’re back with dinner!” The merchant shouted.

Mikako rushed over to take the box from him.

“Thank you, Otori, this should be good for at least a week. You and your scavenger team did good.”

He grinned at her and handed his box over. “Thanks! We uh…” he hesitated, “We saw Taira and Maeda… err… Utsuro? On our flight back… they looked like they were heading somewhere… dunno where…”

She bit her tongue and nodded thankfully at him. “Thank you for telling me.”

-

Thats it. Im hungry good bye.

Aw yeah infection Au moment! I do remember you saying a while back that you wanted to write something about Rei in this Au and MAN her part has gotta be my favorite out of these little snippets.

I really like taking a look at how a bunch of the cast is doing, seeing the way you wrote them in those situations was pretty fun! It reminded me how much i like the idea of Setsuka's like group with the 6.5 cast and how Kanata probably wishes she has a degree in psychology to properly deal with Ayame and Kizuna (she may feel as if she's not doing enough for them seing as her kindness can only bring her so far when dealing with their turmoil)

[the-nexus-of-time]

Here is my reference drawing for my Minish! Also here is some background information about him.

Minish goes by the pronouns he/she but prefers to be called a he by people they are not as close to. Zelda calls them a she and they have formed more of a sibling/friend bond than a romantic one. He is also the smallest and youngest link out of all of them.

Minish is nine years old and was seven when he went on his adventure. Some of his hobbies include forging swords, playing with the Minish children, and telling stories. Minish is also quite lonely despite his friendship with Zelda. Most of the other people in his village can’t believe that he saved the world and laugh at his small size. He likes to live with the Minish and Zelda at times and he loves to tell stories to the Minish children. His father passed before he was born and his mother died a year later. His grandfather took care of him for the rest of his life and knows that Minish will live with the Piccori as he calls them at times. As a result of shrinking down to Minish size, Minish has Minish ears and a tail. The tail will go away when Minish is back in his regular size but the ears stay. After already being teased about his size, Minish didn’t want to give other people any more things to laugh about. Because of this, he hides his ear behind his hat with only his grandfather, Zelda, and the Minish knowing about them.

Minish caries around a carving of Ezlo that he made around with him everywhere. It helps him when he feels lonely or misses Ezlo. He does visit him from time to time but it is not the same as when they traveled together. Also following the manga, after being defeated, vaati returned to being a Minish and he and Link became friends. They write letters and hang out together. Also, there will be an evil vaati in the comic but he is a different version of him who is still evil.

Some other items of his are his sword, which lost its four splitting abilities after too much time away from the elemental sanctuary but is returned much later to become the four sword, a boomerang, the small shield Zelda gave him, some kinstones, and roc’s cape.

Minish has fever scars than most links but some include being clawed by a cat while shrunk, being splashed by some rogue lava, and accidentally slabbing himself while trying to use a dagger for the first time. Also when he first shrunk down he fell on his face and cut himself right above his nose. He was also slashed by a darknut.

[beholdingbenevolence]

[HITHER] Us Against the World

"THAT is our SON?!"

Alone in their room together, Lady Fate and Depranir were discussing their current predicament… A new youth, grown in appearance but not in experience; one born from their blood and the darkness of what they saw as a parasite… Fate's tone in her words pierced Depranir into his heart, what he felt was a sort of attack upon both him and their child. His posture would flinch, a soft gasp escaping his mouth as he processed his beloved's reaction.

"I- I know that it was due to circumstance but- But he is still of our own bloodline…!"

"And you are willing to forget what EXACTLY it was that brought him here in the first place?"

"That does not mean he inherits its will! He came out of that egg clueless and innocent, fresh into the world not unlike other new youth!" There was no disturbance to his stance on this matter. Depranir kept his ground, heart pounding in both worry and fear. "He is still a CHILD; we have our responsibility to raise him as one of our own!" Lady Fate crossed her arms, her posture tilting slightly as she leaned onto her left side. Some things don't change with him, huh? It made her wonder why he even was given his old name in the first place, even if he did discard it later on. Was he even in his right mind saying all that? This new youth came from a hive mind beast!

"Depranir. Are you really willing to let yourself die on this hill? Just for something that could spell doom the minute our backs our turned? Do you even hear yourself right now?" Fate's gaze became daggers as her eyes looked right into the other's. "You may have had your points; we would not have lasted much longer had it not been for Pavavorey. But-"

"There are no buts!" With fists clenched, his voice elevated. "I am not going abandon our son just because of how he came to be and what it was that gave birth to him! The moment we let ourselves become consumed by this fear and uncertainty is the same moment we guarantee that what we fear will come to be!" Depranir's stance became firm. As much as it hurt for him to even reach this point of conflict… His beloved was overlooking so much. Why would their new son be damned just because of his surrogacy? Why should he be condemned to distrust and suspicions just because he bears resemblance to the beast that easily took out the colony's best soldiers in one swoop? He still holds Vegalian blood within him!

"I will NOT let your distrust lead us into a sort of self fulfilling prophecy!" Depranir would approach the door- "And if you aren't willing to let yourself be a mother and at least tolerate him, then so be it." -and slam it behind him. He would rest upon it, letting out a harsh, shaken sigh as the intensity of the confrontation would begin to gradually leave him. Why is it always that, whenever he had his concerns, no one would be willing to even listen to him? His hands would reach for the hood of his cloak, about to raise it over his head… Hiding himself within…

"Touch crowd, huh?" …Only to be stopped as another voice entered his hearing.

Depranir's gaze looked around before landing upon who was standing right next to him. It was Vyson.

"Wh- W- How- How long have you been there…?!"

"Long enough to hear everything." Vyson would give Depranir a quick tilt of the head, gesturing the other to follow him down the hall. The newly made father exhaled as he wrapped himself more into his cloak, the hood slightly around his head.

"I… I wanted to… I-I wanted her to be on my side. I thought she'd… She'd try and understand."

"She's Velvettan, do you really think it'd be that easy to sway her?" Knowing how many times the Vanguard have been invaded time and time again, he didn't blame Lady Fate for being so steadfast with her viewpoint. Seeing how much that clashes with Depranir's open heart? It's no wonder that such an edge would wound who is pretty much one of the most sensitive people of the Crimson Tartarus.

Though, as it has been proven, sensitivity does not equal weakness.

"Listen. Depranir. I'm not gonna argue with ya. Plus, you hold more weight to it than she does."

Vyson would receive a surprised look from the other. He… Agreed with him? Depranir had to take a moment to even find the words to say. And when he did…

"You… Were the one that warned everyone of what was coming. And… You're with me?"

A short yet hearty laugh escaped Depranir's charcoal companion. "Let's just say you've rubbed off on me in more ways than one. If Fate's not gonna take the time, I'll pick up the slack. B'sides, I've heard the kid's warmed up to ya."

It almost felt hard to believe… But, if Vyson was willing to help raise his son… Depranir had no idea how else to respond. But yet, he could still feel deep gratitude.

The two would eventually find themselves at a balcony overlooking the foyer. The former's eyes would land upon a lone figure roaming around below them. It was said new youth, endlessly curious about the world around him. He looked to be wearing some of his father's spare clothes, too. An inquisitive hum escaped Vyson as he looked upon the other…

"That's him, eh?"

"Yeah… That's him."

"He already takes a lot after you, you know?"

"Does he…?" Depranir would tug his hood a bit in response, a soft laugh being let out. "Well, I… I just want him to have the support he needs. It doesn't feel fair to either of us if I… Didn't take up the mantle of being his father."

"Does he have a name yet?"

"Ah- Um- Uh… No… Not yet."

Vyson let out a hum, taking a better look at the youth. Even freshly hatched, he still showed a lot of strength and potential… Strength in body and mind. He's able to walk with ease at this point and, from what he's overheard, the young one was able to understand Vegalian right from birth. This was a powerhouse in the making…

"…Goliath." Depranir looked to Vyson as soon as the latter spoke again. "The kid has a lot going for him already. Feels fitting."

The former would repeat the name to himself, a finger going to his chin in thought. It rolls off the tongue, it does feel fitting… But it is that very reason that made Depranir a little unsure. It almost felt… Similar to his old name; a name associated with power. Would the young one even accept such a name?

"I would have to bring it up to him… If he likes it, then… Then he'll be known as Goliath from that point onward."

[flowerisevil]

Negotiate | Daemon Targaryen x Fem OC Targaryen

(English is not my first language so sorry for the wrong grammar)

words: 2k+

REMINDER!!!: slant word means speaking in High Valyrian.

summary:  some say that it's Daemon Targaryen you don't want to mess with but they haven't met the other version of him, his niece, the oldest daughter of Viserys, and Aemma Targaryen, The heir to the Iron Throne. Randeila Targaryen.

"No, you are staying Rhaenyra, let them handle their problem" Randeila scolds her sister who keep insisting her to go to Dragonstone to deal with their problem about something.

She's not paying attention she didn't even remember or understand what war or problem their uncle has caused again. She pulled the cigarette out of her mouth before letting out a pile of smoke.

"Sister, please we can stop the war we just have to talk to uncle Daemon," Rhaenyra said while watching her paint another portrait of an.... apple?  why is she wasting her time here painting an apple instead of helping their people to prevent bloodshed.

"Rhaenyra, you know him besides I don't ever want to see him and you should stay away from him too, there's a reason why he's called the Rogue Prince," Randeila said and throw her cigarette at the trash.

"But he stole our brother's egg!" Randeila stopped on what her sister last said.

"I knew it you're not listening to me!" Rhaenyra claim and stormed out of her sister's room.

Randeila dropped her materials and looked for their father while walking she asked one of their knights for her father and it said that he was in a meeting with the councils, she stormed inside the meeting room and everyone set their eyes on her. She knew she doesn't look presentable but who cares?

"Do I really have to hear it from Rhaenyra?" she spoke and leaned at the long table.

"My daughter were already fixing it you have nothing to worry about" Viserys gave her a small smile, her daughter loved their mother and their baby brother.

"Yes, Princess actually-"

"I am not talking to you" Randeila muttered the man shut his mouth and sit quietly.

"You know father that your brother is a big cunt" Viserys eyes widened at the word her daughter chose to describe his brother. well he is a cunt

"Otto and the others are already there talking to him" Viserys convinced his oldest.

"Well let's see what you're precious Hightower man can do about it," Randeila said with no tone, they don't know if they finally convinced her to stay but the Princess has other plans.

She walked back to her room and changed her clothes her face and hand still have stains of paint after she had ready herself Rhaenyra entered her room.

"I'm coming with you" her sister declared.

"No, you are not" Randeila spat. "It's dangerous"

"He's our uncle"

"More reason for you to stay here," the oldest said while putting a dagger under her dress. "Look Rhaenyra, I will get our brother's egg back I promise that" She clasped both sides of her face she loved her family more than anything she already lose Aemma there is no way she was losing her sister just because their uncle is an attention whore.

"Do you believe that he will hurt us? you?" Rhaenyra's soft voice uttered Randeila doesn't understand why Rhaenyra believes in him.

"I know you both don't get along but trust me he's not that bad" Rhaenyra insulated.

"Yeah that's why he's been exiled here many periods right?" Her sister shot back. "He's great to you, yes but it does not mean that he's a great person at all" Between the two Targaryen sisters, Randeila knew all of Daemon's business how cruel and ruthless he can be and how selfish he is.

"You will stay here okay? no more arguing I'm only protecting you sister" Randeila hugged her and kissed the top of her hair.

"take care sister" Rhaenyra said before her older sister left.

On the other hand Otto and his men already met with Daemon at Dragonstone.

"Welcome to Dragonstone Otto" The Rogue Prince welcomed, Daemon was pleased to see the stern face in the old man's face, Otto believed that he would surrender himself to him.

"Your occupation of this island is at an end" Otto declared

"You're to relinquish the dragon's egg, disband your army, banish your whore and leave the Dragonstone by order of his Grace, King Viserys" 

"Where's the King? I don't see him" Daemon questioned.

While they're all arguing they didn't notice that the princess have secretly arrived and was listening to their nonsense chats.

When Otto insulted Daemon his eyes landed at the knight beside the old man, he seems familiar.

"Ser Crispin wasn't it?" Daemon said.

"Ser Criston Cole, My Prince" the handsome knight corrected him.

"Ah yes, Apologies I couldn't recall" He faked apologies he knew his name he just wanted to insult him.

"Perhaps my Prince recalls when I knocked him off his horse" Criston spat. Earning a deep chuckled from behind them they all turned around and saw the princess laughing.

"Very good, Ser Cole haha" She can't help but to laugh at the situation, when the princess was about to walked forward to her uncle. Otto blocked her.

"Princess, what are you doing here?" Otto wondered,

"Getting my brother's egg back" Otto stopped her when she tried to move forward "Ser Cole please escort-" Otto stopped his words when the princess push his hand away.

"I do not take orders from you Otto, I am trying to prevent bloodshed but it looks like you want your blood to be the first one who will be scattered in here" Randeila glared at him, Otto gulped from the princess threat. She gave Otto a pat on his shoulder and walked past at him.

"Ah, my dear niece, finally I see you it's been so long since I last saw you" Daemon was telling the truth, she always refused to see him whenever his around she's always in her room or secretly out at the city.

"that is my castle you're living in uncle" Randeila stated in High Valyrian to engage private conversation with her uncle

"you have angered the king, stole a dragon's egg, only for you to caught his attention?" she added, her eyes locked with Daemon's violet gazes.

"I am not doing this to caught his attention, I am soon to be wed" Daemon defend himself, the young princess leaned closer to his face, Randeila is tall but not as tall as his uncle, she placed her hand in Daemon's arm caressing it.

Daemon swallowed thank god he's wearing all this metal armors to hide the bulge that's building between his thighs Randeila always has this effect on him.

"You already have a wife" Randeila said, her High Valyrian accent isn't fucking helping him to calm his erection.

"Not one of my choosing" Daemon scoffed.

"And this requires you to steal my brother's egg?" Raindela responded, she purposely soften her voice think that it might help her, and it did. It help her to make Daemon suffer from an erection.

"You shared a cradle with a dragon when you were born, I want the same to my child" Daemon implied and held the egg tighter.

Randeila smirked "I don't think this child you're talking about exists" then she looked over at her uncle's lover, Mysaria.

"She's beautiful for a not so common whore" Mysaria glared at her, she knew that Mysaria can understand their language.

"I have eyes everywhere uncle and you cannot lie to me" she mocked.

Mysaria left the scene she cannot take it how Daemon is so lost in Randeila's eyes and how they both eye-fuck each other.

"I know you're lust for the throne and  I know that dream of yours being king banished the day my father declared me as his heir" Randeila drawled she knew Daemon's desire for the throne, everybody knows.

"If you would want to get the throne and be the next heir you would have to kill me, so do it" she challenged her, she wasn't scared of dying she never was.

She was shocked when Daemon snaked his arm behind her waist and pulled her closer to him, their noses are almost touching. She heard their knights readying for attack but she raised her hand to sign them to stop.

"I wouldn't want my beautiful niece beheaded although I would enjoy a different kind of head from you" Daemon caressed her hair, she tried to pull away but Daemon's tighten his grip on her.

"I'm not playing games with you" she can feel all of her blood rushing up her cheeks, Daemon chuckled at her reaction.

"Neither am I, you want the egg? I want something in return"

"And what would it be?" Randeila asked determined, there is no way she's going back home without the egg in her hands.

"What can you offer love?" she froze at the sudden nickname. Daemon's hand travelled in her face caressing the part where there's a stain of paint.

"The gods truly take their time making you, do they?" he placed a soft kiss on the back of her hand and handed her the egg she took the egg and mutter a small thank you to him.

She walked forward to put the egg inside the container and looked back at her uncle.

"until our next meeting uncle" she said, Daemon watched as Ser Criston Cole held your back and guide you back to your dragon and vanish together with your army.

After her successful talk with her uncle and giving the egg back she leave the castle without anyone noticing, she wear commoner's clothes and a hood to hide her identity then she goes in the city and found herself infront of the door in brothel. She's been in here many times but she's not here to fuck, she's here to learn on how people do it she has to learn before she gets wed, so she will know what to do.

She walked around and watch, you can be anyone you want here, here no one will judge and you're free unlike in the castle every move she does people will always comment.

She stumbled in a room full of people enjoying themselves there's a woman and man, man and man, woman and woman, and alot. Something inside her awaken while watching people do what they want with each other's body.

"This place is not for me" she whisper to herself and walked away but she was meet by pile of people running toward her direction and she was pushed inside a room.

"Fuck" she cursed under her breath, she fixed her clothes she looked around the room its bigger than any other rooms in here, there's a curtain inside the room she didn't try to peek who knows what's happening behind those?

She was about to walk away when she hear moans and groans, a guy was moaning, moaning and screaming her name.

"No, I maybe just misheard it" She convinced herself even though she knew that her name is a unique Valyrian name.

She was about to leave when the curtain swung open revealing her uncle Daemon completely naked. She turned around and tried to leave when Daemon caught her wrist and pinned her to the wall.

Daemon looked at the woman who entertained him "Leave now" Daemon ordered the girl to leave and Randeila looked away hiding herself inside her hood but Daemon tugged her hood so he can have a clear view of her face.

"What are you doing here?" Daemon questioned his grip to her tightened making sure she wouldn't get away.

"Nothing, can't you dress up?" Even embarrassed Randeila still manage to comaplain.

"Oh I do not take orders from you, Randeila" he grip her jaw and forcefully turned her face to him.

"It's princess, kepus" she fired back, Daemon let out a sarcastic laughed.

He pressed his body against her, the feeling she felt earlier while watching people fuck each other came back and she's feeling something down her.

"I am asking again, what are you doing here?" He said and caress her soft skin, he's hand traveled around her body he leaned to nuzzle her neck, she smells just the way I imagine her.

"None of your business" Daemon hummed, he's too busy planting kisses in her clavicles to answer, he can feel her swallowing hard making him smirk.

Daemon has few ideas what her beautiful niece is doing in a sinful yet beautiful place like this, it's either she wants to fuck, watch or learn.

"Have you ever been kissed?" Daemon asked and looked in her eyes,

"Once" and she can't even tell if it counts it was a peck, a fucking peck she was 13 that time when the son of her former septa was being too nice to her and her being too curios she stole a quick kiss and just leave.

Daemon laughs "Real kiss? Kiss until you're out of breath yet still wanting for more, a kiss with pure desire and need, that kiss" Randeila looked away embarrassment written all over her face but Daemon didn't care he was searching for an answer.

"Answer me" He kissed her neck and the skin above her chest, he's fighting the urge not to tear the dress off her and see what's under of it.

He press kisses all over her neck and slowly his hands target her sleeves and slowly tugged it down revealing her right breast, he slowly massages it and trapped her nipple between his index and middle finger.

"Please..."  Randeila purr, he's going to lose his mind just by hearing her beg.

She held the back of his neck and connect her lips to him, she doesn't know how to properly kiss someone but something inside her told her to kiss him.

When Daemon pulled away she knew she messed it up "Sorry" she muttered and fixed her clothes.

"Hey, no it's just- I can't take you here," he reasoned but Randeila is too ashamed to understand his words.

"No we shouldn't even doing this" she snapped "this is wrong just imagine what my father will think if he finds out I'm going to fuck a married man especially his own brother" she added and left she was hiding her embarrassment through anger.

When she walked away Daemon pulled her back, her back hits the wall she let out a small groan but he didn't care he's been enduring this erection she gave to him for too long and no woman has ever satisfied him today not even Mysaria.

"Yeah? Well what also would your father think if he finds out that his heir is begging for me to fuck her, that his daughter will be fucked in a whore house" Daemon leaned closer to her face, she was glaring at him, god forgive me of what I will do to her tonight

"Darling earlier you were whining and moaning in my ear begging for me to take you here and now you're pushing me away" he whispered, he grabbed her breast and gently rubbed it, she tried to nudge it but Daemon caught her wrist.

"If you're so confident why don't you take me here then? fuck me here and make me beg for your cock" Randeila challenge her and he immidietly attack her mouth, licking and nipping her lips.

Randeila's hand roamed around his body until it stopped on his cock she held the base of it and slowly pumping it.

"Oh fuck" Daemon's head dropped in her neck, she can hear his loud panting and moans.

She moan loudly when Daemon tighten his grip to her breast, she kissed him to contain their moans, she felt so hot like her body is burning, her high pitch moans echoed when she felt Daemon bit and nip her neck her hand move fast making Daemon throw his head backwards, she feel hot liquid in her stomach they both look down and saw a white liquid dripping down Daemon's leg, he cums.

Randeila chuckled "Well isn't that a nice view, uncle" she teased.

Daemon smirked and was about to kiss her again when she pushed him and started fixing herself.

"What are you doing?" Daemon frowns, she turned at him and answered.

"I already gave you what you want, what you desire, I made you cum" She turned at him "What you think I will give myself to you?" she chuckles and leaned closer to him, Daemon can see the valley of her breast because of their height differences.

"I am not giving myself to you and treat me like I'm one of your whores after, you will never own me" She declares wearing her hood and left him there.

That woman will be the death of him, and the night he promised to himself that one day he will have her in his bed, whining and begging for him to fuck her.

a/n: yes i know my writing is bad but this is my first time I'm really sorry, im still learning so bare with me please

[rosewasalsohere]

YES

Everything :3

Where do I even start-

Her full name is Diana Ruby Morningstar

She's 23 years old, 5'3, daughter of the Devil himself, and a sleep paralysis demon (Ruby), she doesn't like her father's way of things, the reason she has wings is because of the fact the Devil used to be an angel (even though his was removed)

She was 15 when she and her friends decided to help Cuphead and Mugman on their first mission to collect soul contracts and is made at them (mostly Cuphead) for leaving them to get dragged away by the Devil and banished to Hell after they helped the brothers, betraying the Devil just so more souls don't get taken.

She cut her hair to look more like her mother when she was 18.

Her favorite fruit is strawberries. She absolutely loves them.

She was born with white hair, but because of certain "inner demons" her hair turned black. Same reason for the mark over her eye.

She has a pitchfork of her own but refuses to use it.

The reason she's helping get the Ink Machine peices are because 1) she's tired of her fathers cruel work and 2) it ended up spreading to her mother and killed her when Diana was 6.

She's more mad at Cuphead then she should be because not only didn't he betray her, she started to fall for him but only got her heart broken.

Diana's very insecure about herself. Everyone's scared of her for who's she's related to and she can't go put in public without people wanting to cast her out. If she does go out, she shape shifts into a human. Only issue is no matter what she shape shifts into her eyes stay the same, so she wears sunglasses when she does so (same for Idris and Baccarat but Diana uses magic to make them look human)

She has a spell book she carries around with her and studies at all times. That and a dagger King Dice gave her for her 17th birthday made of Hellstone (in my AU, Hellstone is a material found in Hell that can harm a demon as much as steal can harm a human. It can also block powers of made into cuffs/shackles and is indestructible to all demonic and angelic power)

A lot of the Casino Staff is like an aunt/uncle to her (except Black Hat, Dr. Flug, and the Tipsy Troop. She either doesn't like them or isn't that close with them)

Diana has 2 cousins who are made by my friends. Idris (Mikeys OC) and Celestia (LJs OC)

She's bisexual :]

She and Idris refer to God as "Grampster God" as a joke sometimes.

Diana's favorite angelic uncle is Gabriel. She may not have met them, but from what she's heard she either likes or doesn't like them.

Diana refers to her "inner demon" as Danielle. She doesn't want to believe she's capable of such violence and destruction when she loses it so gave it a different name. Danielle is basically Diana when her anger takes hold of her and makes her blind with rage. She basically turns into her father. Only way to turn her back is to calm her down (which can be very difficult)

She sometimes uses her sleep paralysis form to spook someone for fun (mostly Idris).

She can be very sarcastic and sassy, but she's still very nice

She still has feelings for Cuphead and partially hates herself for it.

Cupid is like Diana's "Fun and rich" aunt (I googled it and Cupid is technically a demon)

And lastly (that I can think of) she doesn't have a soul. No one born in Heaven or Hell does.

Hope that covers enough 👍

If you still have questions, lemme know :]

[ask-missparker]

Season 2 ideas - Jeremy, Liane, Joshua, Belladonna and Nikolai are all accidentally stuck in the enchanted forest.

—They have to find a way back home but on their way home they stop by a few stops, meeting old faces and a couple of new ones 👀 meanwhile in the town they have their own little spots of trouble.

Side-note: Idk if we will do another AU season 🤷‍♀️ yet. I still wanna continue the Wandavision one 💘

For the OUAT: We might change some things because i was thinking about Michelle being in the forest as well, she hasn’t been washed over during the first curse. Like maybe Michelle was in hiding after all theses years once the curse broke in real time and makes her grand return saving the day.

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In the enchanted forest 🌳

Jeremy ties to men up to the tree, shining his hook and asks, “What do you want? Why do you want to go to our town?”

The older brother spat, “Because you have something of ours. Well, more importantly your husband does.”

“Oh god, what did he do now?”

The young brother added, “He has our sister locked in a pendant! Every time someone uses it, it drains her magic.”

Liane asked, “What’s her name?”

“Stella..he lost her to a duel with Gold’s husband..we want her back!”

Meanwhile Belladonna was looking at the young pretty blonde who played with her sword like it was a magical stick. They found her when they landed here and her mother requested she followed them. Joshua watched her eyes line and snorted as his friend told him to shut it.

“I didn’t say anything.” He replied.

“And I said shut it.” She repeated.

Nikolai gave both of them a look and half smiled sheepishly noticing how her son reminded her of his father. Even better, Belladonna reminded him of Cole at times, then he looked back at the brothers.

Nikolai asked, “What are your names?”

“Why do you want to know?” Asked the young one.

Jeremy responded for him, “My first mate asked a question. What are your names? Give me one other reason why I should let you go and not let you be eaten by Ogres.”

“Thiego and Leonardo, pirate. I don’t need to give you another reason onto why..”

“Why?”

“There is nothing for us in this land. Cora is asking us to help her out of a reward.”

“What reward?”

“Go to this new land, get revenge on your husband and most importantly, restore our family.”

Jeremy looked at his niece and nephew at the last part. Joshua was looking into the guys bags and scars on their chins, noticing deep daggers as he mutters, “Stabbington Brothers?”

Nikolai looked at his son raised an eyebrow, “You know them?

Belladonna stopped looking at the blonde to look at the others saying, “It’s from Tangled.”

Liane blinked confused wondering about where is Rapunzel and her man, Flynn Rider, at if theses guys are here.

Jeremy mumbled, “Of course you’ve seen that movie too. At least it’s better that Ames’s movie.”

He gasped in response, “Hey! That movie depicted us horribly..”

Joshua joked, “Yeah, dad, all you did was kiss mom once after one single encounter while she was asleep.”

Bella snorted, “Well my movie they made my dad kinda one dimensional and only slaying my mother instead of helping her.” 

Liane’s eyes almost flashed purple but Nikolai put a hand on her shoulder to just let it go like Elsa.

The brothers were about to question a couple of things, even bargain a deal to help the others. When suddenly a voice caught into the background of the woods.

“There you are, sons of bitches!” Yelled the voice of the young woman who it seemed to belong to.

Everyone looked around to search for the voice in question. Whoever it was, she has a mouth on her! Jeremy grinned as he thought he was dreaming when he heard it. Nikolai smirked not wanting to get his hopes up yet.

The sun was shining across the thick blonde curls as shiny armor came into view, it looked more Royal than most. She held a small smile as she walked over to the group, her sword resting on her hip, her boots pounding against the ground and her eyes bright was the ocean. Liane looked a bit confused onto the women in front of her, almost like she seen her before but the pirate boys beat her to.

“Michelle?” Asked Nikolai and Jeremy at the same time seeing their old friend.

“Who were you expecting? Lancelot?” She joked with a smile, but her glared stayed on the two men tied up against the tree, who robbed her earlier.

Bella, Alice and Joshua were all dumbfounded by the young blonde.

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Hehe ok I now want our OCs watching and roasting the Disney versions of themselves 😂

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For the headcanons ask thing - Captain Hook?

I'm doing this for Captain Hook in Descendants Verse, just saying.

Realistic

Well, I honestly don't know if it's realistic, but I think that all three Hook siblings have the same mother. He just has the vibes, you know?

Besides, his kids had to get it somewhere.

And also, I want to say: When Harriet tells him she is with Anthony Tremaine, his first and foremost problem is that he is french.

Unrealistic but funny

His hook is detachable and the kids make it a competition to give him the coolest hook-accesory for his birthday. They are extremely competitive over it and the whole Isle knows.

(The whole Isle is also betting over it.)

Yes, several of CJ's gift went „BOOM!“

Yes, few times, they somehow managed to get hook-accesories from solid gold. Don't ask how they got it. You don't want to know.

No, not a single one of the gifts is actually useful, except for the one Sammy Smee gave him one year to show the Hook siblings how it's done.

James keeps all of these gifts regardless.

Heartbreaking

He doesn't always recognise his children. Whether it's because of alcohol or Neverland madness or some combination of both, well, the choice is yours. The outcome is the same.

Canon is a suggestion ✨

Ok, you remember the first headcanon?

Now imagine the woman was a siren. That bloodthirsty type that lures sailors to their deaths, which explains why she is on the Isle. And, well, Hook is a sailor, and she is bored.

So she decides to seduce Captain James Hook, mostly just for the fun of it. Also with the full intention of drowning him later.

Except he falls for her, hard.

And when it stops being funny to the siren, she proceeds to try and murder him.

Key word try.

It's not working.

She poisons his tea?

He drinks it, only noting that „the tea tastes a bit funny, my love,“ and „are we out of sugar again? Do you want me to go get some?“

Throws dagger at him?

Well, he just dropped something and bent down for it, so she misses. He then picks it up casually, telling her „I think you dropped this, darling.“

She starts screaming as soon as he is off deck.

He never catches up on this.

Fuck, throwing him overboard?

Nope. Still nothing.

He is back within minutes, brushing it off, saying that he must have slipped. How doesn't he drown, for all that is sacred?!

The siren is not amused at all.

Ursula, on the other hand, is very amused. She fished James Hook from the sea, because she doesn't want her favourite telenovela – Hook family drama (tm) – to end.

And I also think that the siblings would have a blast with siren's song. And Harry totally went "copy-paste" in his father's taste for dangerous sea-women. Just saying.

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Saints&Reading: Thursday, March 7, 2024

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HIEROMARTYR POLYCARP, BISHOP OF SMYRNA (167)

Saint Polycarp, Bishop of Smyrna, who was “fruitful in every good work” (Col. 1:10), was born in the first century, and lived in Smyrna in Asia Minor. He was orphaned at an early age, but at the direction of an angel, he was raised by the pious widow Kallista. After the death of his adoptive mother, Polycarp gave away his possessions and began to lead a chaste life, caring for the sick and the infirm. He was very fond of and close to Saint Bucolus, Bishop of Smyrna (February 6). He ordained Polycarp as deacon, entrusting to him to preach the Word of God in church. He also ordained him to the holy priesthood.

The holy Apostle John the Theologian was still alive at this time. Saint Polycarp was especially close to Saint John, and sometimes accompanied him on his apostolic journeys.

Shortly before his death, Saint Bucolus expressed his wish that Polycarp be made Bishop of Smyrna. When Saint Polycarp was consecrated as a bishop, the Lord Jesus Christ appeared to him. Saint Polycarp guided his flock with apostolic zeal, and he was also greatly loved by the clergy. Saint Ignatius the God-Bearer of Antioch (December 20) also had a high regard for him. Setting out for Rome where execution awaited him, he wrote to Saint Polycarp, “This age is in need of you if it is to reach God, just as pilots need winds, and as a storm-tossed sailor needs a port.”

The emperor Marcus Aurelius (161-180) came to the Roman throne and started up a most fierce persecution against Christians. The pagans demanded that the judge search for Saint Polycarp, “the father of all the Christians” and “the seducer of all Asia.”

During this time Saint Polycarp, at the persistent urging of his flock, stayed in a small village not far from Smyrna. When the soldiers came for him, he went out to them and invited them in to eat. He asked for time to pray, in order to prepare himself for martyrdom. His suffering and death are recorded in the “Epistle of the Christians of the Church of Smyrna to the Other Churches,” one of the most ancient memorials of Christian literature.

Having been brought to trial, Saint Polycarp firmly confessed his faith in Christ, and was condemned to be burned alive. The executioners wanted to nail him to a post, but he declared that God would give him the strength to endure the flames, so they could merely tie him with ropes. The flames encircled the saint but did not touch him, coming together over his head in the shape of a vault. Seeing that the fire did him no harm, the pagans stabbed him with a dagger. So much blood flowed from this wound that it extinguished the flames. The body of the hieromartyr Polycarp was then cremated. The Christians of Smyrna reverently gathered up what remained of his holy relics, and each year they celebrated the day of his martyrdom.

A story has been preserved about Saint Polycarp by his disciple, Saint Irenaeus of Lyons, which Eusebius cites in his ECCLESIASTICAL HISTORY (V, 20):

“I was still very young when I saw you in Asia Minor at Polycarp’s,” writes Saint Irenaeus to his friend Florinus, “but I would still be able to point out the place where Blessed Polycarp sat and conversed, and be able to depict his walk, his mannerisms in life, his outward appearance, his speaking to people, his companionable wandering with John, and how he himself related, together with other eyewitnesses of the Lord, those things that he remembered from the words of others. He also told what he heard from them about the Lord, His teachings and miracles....

“Through the mercy of God to me, I then already listened attentively to Polycarp and wrote down his words, not on tablets, but in the depths of my heart. Therefore, I am able to bear witness before God, that if this blessed and apostolic Elder heard something similar to your fallacy, he would immediately stop up his ears and express his indignation with his usual phrase: ‘Good God! That Thou hast permitted me to be alive at such a time!’”

During his life the holy bishop wrote several Epistles to the flock and letters to various individuals. The only one that has survived to the present day is his Epistle to the Philippians which, Saint Jerome testifies, was read in the churches of Asia Minor at divine services. It was written by the saint in response to the request of the Philippians to send them some letters of the hieromartyr Ignatius (December 20) which Saint Polycarp had in his possession.

The composer H.I.F. Bibier (1644-1704) has written a Sonata “Scti Polycarpi” for eight trumpets in honor of the holy martyr.

THE MONK ALEXANDER, FOUNDER OF THE "UNCEASING VIGILANCE" MONASTERY (430)

Saint Alexander, Founder of the Monastery of the “Unsleeping Ones,” was born in Asia and received his education at Constantinople. He spent some time in military service but, sensing a call to other service, he left the world and accepted monastic tonsure in one of the Syrian wilderness monasteries near Antioch, under the guidance of igumen Elias. He spent four years in strict obedience and monastic effort, after which he received from the igumen blessing to dwell in the desert. Going into the wilderness, the monk took with him nothing from the monastery, except the Gospel. The monk then struggled in the desert for seven years. Afterwards, the Lord summoned him to preach to pagans.

The saint converted to Christ the local city ruler named Rabul, who afterwards was consecrated a bishop and for 30 years occupied the bishop’s cathedra of the city of Edessa. Together with Rabul all the local inhabitants accepted Baptism, and before receiving the sacrament they burned their idols in the city square. Having confirmed the newly-converted in the Faith, Saint Alexander again went into the desert, where by chance he came upon a cave of robbers. Unafraid of the danger that threatened him, he preached the Gospel to them and urged them to repent. In fact, all the robbers did repent. They accepted holy Baptism, and they transformed their cave into a monastery, where they dwelt in prayer and penitence. Saint Alexander appointed an igumen for them, gave them a monastic rule, and he himself resettled still farther in the desert.

For several years he lived in complete solitude. But even there lovers of solitude began to flock to the monk. A monastery emerged, numbering 400 monks. Desiring at this monastery to establish uninterrupted praise to the Lord, the monk prayed for three years, that the Creator would reveal to him His will, and having then received the revelation, he initiated at the monastery the following order: all the monks were divided into 24 watches of prayer. Changing shifts each hour, day and night they sang in two choirs the Psalms of David, interrupting this only for the times of the divine services. The monastery received the name “ the Unsleeping Ones,” because the monks sang praise to God throughout the day and night.

Saint Alexander guided the monastery on the Euphrates for twelve years. Afterwards, leaving one of his disciples, the experienced Elder Trophimus as its igumen, he set out with some chosen brethren through the cities bordering on Persia, preaching the Gospel among the pagans. After this missionary journeying, Saint Alexander lived with his monks for a certain while at Antioch. There he built a church for the city-dwellers, and a home for the sick and homeless with the money that charitable Antiochians put at his disposal. However, through the intrigues of the jealous, Saint Alexander was compelled to move to Constantinople.

Here he founded a new monastery, in which he also initiated a monastic rule of “unceasing vigilance.” Saint Alexander and his monks suffered at Constantinople under the Nestorian heretics, enduring beatings and imprisonment. After this, when the storm of unrest abated, Saint Alexander spent the last days of his life at the Constantinople monastery he founded. He died in extreme old age in about the year 430, after 50 years of incessant monastic effort. He is also commemorated on February 23.

Source: Orthodox Church in America_OCA

1 JOHN 4:20-5:21

20 If someone says, "I love God," and hates his brother, he is a liar; for he who does not love his brother whom he has seen, how can he love God whom he has not seen? 21 And this commandment we have from Him: that he who loves God must love his brother also.

1 Whoever believes that Jesus is the Christ is born of God, and everyone who loves Him who begot also loves him who is begotten of Him. 2 By this we know that we love the children of God, when we love God and keep His commandments. 3 For this is the love of God, that we keep His commandments. And His commandments are not burdensome. 4 For whatever is born of God overcomes the world. And this is the victory that has overcome the world-our faith. 5 Who is he who overcomes the world, but he who believes that Jesus is the Son of God? 6 This is He who came by water and blood-Jesus Christ; not only by water, but by water and blood. And it is the Spirit who bears witness, because the Spirit is truth. 7 For there are three that bear witness in heaven: the Father, the Word, and the Holy Spirit; and these three are one. 8 And there are three that bear witness on earth: the Spirit, the water, and the blood; and these three agree as one. 9 If we receive the witness of men, the witness of God is greater; for this is the witness of God which He has testified of His Son. 10 He who believes in the Son of God has the witness in himself; he who does not believe God has made Him a liar, because he has not believed the testimony that God has given of His Son. 11 And this is the testimony: that God has given us eternal life, and this life is in His Son. 12 He who has the Son has life; he who does not have the Son of God does not have life. 13 These things I have written to you who believe in the name of the Son of God, that you may know that you have eternal life, and that you may continue to believe in the name of the Son of God. 14 Now this is the confidence that we have in Him, that if we ask anything according to His will, He hears us. 15 And if we know that He hears us, whatever we ask, we know that we have the petitions that we have asked of Him. 16 If anyone sees his brother sinning a sin which does not lead to death, he will ask, and He will give him life for those who commit sin not leading to death. There is sin leading to death. I do not say that he should pray about that. 17 All unrighteousness is sin, and there is sin not leading to death. 18 We know that whoever is born of God does not sin; but he who has been born of God keeps himself, and the wicked one does not touch him. 19 We know that we are of God, and the whole world lies under the sway of the wicked one. 20 And we know that the Son of God has come and has given us an understanding, that we may know Him who is true; and we are in Him who is true, in His Son Jesus Christ. This is the true God and eternal life. 21 Little children, keep yourselves from idols. Amen.

MARK 15:1-15

1 Immediately, in the morning, the chief priests held a consultation with the elders and scribes and the whole council; and they bound Jesus, led Him away, and delivered Him to Pilate. 2 Then Pilate asked Him, "Are You the King of the Jews?" He answered and said to him, "It is as you say." 3 And the chief priests accused Him of many things, but He answered nothing. 4 Then Pilate asked Him again, saying, "Do You answer nothing? See how many things they testify against You!" 5 But Jesus still answered nothing, so that Pilate marveled. 6 Now at the feast he was accustomed to releasing one prisoner to them, whomever they requested. 7 And there was one named Barabbas, who was chained with his fellow rebels; they had committed murder in the rebellion. 8 Then the multitude, crying aloud, began to ask him to do just as he had always done for them. 9 But Pilate answered them, saying, "Do you want me to release to you the King of the Jews?" 10 For he knew that the chief priests had handed Him over because of envy. 11 But the chief priests stirred up the crowd, so that he should rather release Barabbas to them. 12

Pilate answered and said to them again, "What then do you want me to do with Him whom you call the King of the Jews?" 13 So they cried out again, "Crucify Him!" 14 Then Pilate said to them, "Why, what evil has He done?" But they cried out all the more, "Crucify Him!" 15 So Pilate, wanting to gratify the crowd, released Barabbas to them; and he delivered Jesus, after he had scourged Him, to be crucified.

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Misfits Chapter 3: Graduation

See Chapter 1: Reunion for a description and the full chapter index.

Chapter 3: Graduation

In the morning, Jane returned early to the yard to get in some more practice. The whole thing still felt silly, but she didn’t want to give Loki any excuse to stop training her. By the time he joined her, she was able to keep the balls in the air with very few mistakes. 

Loki nodded his approval and produced a set of wooden juggling clubs, each a little more than a foot long, with the narrow ends contoured much like a dagger hilt. He once again had Jane start with just two of them, showing her how to swing them in an arc to produce just the right amount of spin. Jane caught on quickly this time and had moved on to three clubs before long. At first, she hit herself in the head or nose more often than not, but by midday she pretty much had it down. 

Loki seemed in a better mood today, so she decided to risk some casual conversation. “Is this how you were taught?” she asked.

“Me? No. I just watched a troupe performer doing it and then taught myself one day in a fit of boredom.” He gave a smug, tight-lipped smile. “I was five, maybe six years old. Agility has always been my forte. Well, one of them.”

Jane knew better than to take anything Loki said at face value, but she wouldn’t be surprised if he was telling the truth this time. She decided to push her luck a little further.

“What was it like, growing up in Asgard?”

Loki didn’t respond right away, and she was afraid she’d put her foot in it. She tried to think of something, anything to change the subject, but finally he responded.

“I spent a great deal of time with my mother, learning magic, or reading in my room. Thor was usually with Odin or in the practice yard with the guards or his friends.  I joined them sometimes, but…” He trailed off.

But you always felt like an outsider , Jane thought, but didn’t dare say aloud. She didn’t want to leave it there, though. She sensed that Loki was being uncharacteristically honest in this moment and she wanted to encourage that. 

“You know, Thor was a wreck after you died,” she told him. 

Loki rolled his eyes. “Oh, I’m sure he mourned for hours,” he mumbled and looked away.

“I’m serious.” She stopped juggling the clubs for a moment. “Loki, look at me. Please.” 

He turned toward her again, his face an unreadable mask. She held his gaze and said softly, “Your death broke him. He’d lost your parents and Asgard, his friends, but he was alright until he lost you. Then he just shut down. He kept it together long enough to avenge you —“

Loki looked startled. “Thor avenged me? Heimdall never tells me anything.”

“Yeah — he chopped off Thanos’s head!”

“Good for him.”

“But after that, it was like a part of him died with you. He gave up. For years, until the Avengers needed his help to undo the Snap and bring everybody back. By the time I ran into him again, he was back in the hero business, but he was different. His heart was still shut down, like he was afraid to get too close to anyone.”

Loki didn’t respond, so Jane tried to lighten the mood a bit. “He also had this really hideous tattoo, all over his back.”

The edges of his mouth quirked up slightly. “A tattoo…?”

She described it as best she could. Loki’s unreadable expression returned, but she sensed that he was touched. 

“Then he lost you, too,” he said quietly. 

She nodded. “He… Well, it’s a long story, but just before I died he agreed to adopt a little girl. I think… I hope that will help him.”

“Thor would be a good father. Better than Odin, at least.”

“I’m sure he will be,” Jane agreed. “And something tells me that kid will be a handful, not unlike her uncle.”

Loki grinned in earnest at that. “Here’s hoping. Alright, break time is over.” He produced a black strip of cloth and proceeded to tie it around her head so that it covered her eyes. He had her try to start juggling the clubs again, but she found it too difficult when she couldn’t see them, so he took two of them from her and directed her to simply spin one back and forth between her hands. After a minute, when she was able to do that consistently, he had her go back to two. Finally, he gave her the third and she found that she was able to do it. 

Just as her arms were starting to tire, the blindfold vanished and she looked at what she was doing: juggling three very sharp daggers. She was so startled that she lost control — and very nearly a couple of fingers as well. She laughed as the daggers clattered to the ground.

“Sneaky,” she said, “but effective, I guess.”

He nodded approvingly. “Not bad. Now you’re ready to learn how to use them.”  

They spent the next several days sparring, and in the evenings Jane joined Zev and Rune in the mead hall. Zev mostly talked about the day’s adventures on the battlefield. Rune talked about his research, which currently had to do with some minor differences he’d noticed in how magic functioned in Valhalla. 

One afternoon, she invited Loki to join her and her friends for the evening meal, but he demurred, and Jane was surprised by her own disappointment. She was beginning to understand why Thor still cared so much for his brother even after everything Loki had done. 

“He makes a good show of being above it all, but I think he’s actually really lonely,” she told her friends that evening.

Finally, after a particularly successful session in which Jane mostly managed to hold her own, Loki declared that she was ready to join him on the battlefield the next day. 

“Here, a little graduation gift,” he proclaimed, producing a maroon leather belt with sheaths for her daggers. 

“Oh! Thank you.” Jane took the belt and fastened it around her waist, then sheathed the blades. “And… thanks for teaching me. I know it probably wasn’t how you wanted to spend your time, but I do appreciate it. Your methods are a little unorthodox, but you’re a pretty good teacher.”

Loki smiled and offered his hand for her to shake. She took it, then yelped as he roughly pulled her in and she felt his blade slide in between her ribs. Stunned, she looked down to see the hilt protruding from her chest, then up at him. 

“Final lesson. Never, ever , let your guard down —especially when your opponent is still armed.” He continued to smile and held her upright as she struggled to breathe, still staring up at him in shock. Her vision wavered and darkened, and just before she lost consciousness, she heard him say, “Meet me here in the morning. We’ll go down there together.”

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Jane woke up in her own bed. Instinctively, she looked first at her chest. The tunic was still torn and bloodstained, but there was no wound. Phew. It was one thing to be told that she’d simply be resurrected if she died here, but quite another to experience it. The pain had certainly been real. She swung her legs over the side and stood up hesitantly. There was no residual soreness. It was as if Loki had never stabbed her. 

But he did. I should have known. 

To be fair, he did warn me.

She changed into clean clothing, tossing the bloodstained clothes into a small hamper. The belt Loki had given her had dried blood on it, so she threw that in too. Each morning, she would find the previous day’s outfit cleaned and hanging in the closet. She hoped the belt counted as clothing.

Convenient. Wish I’d had a magic hamper in grad school.

Valhalla’s sun was dipping lower, but there was still some time before supper. She didn’t seem to have any blood on her, but a nice hot bath was definitely in order. Her bathroom was huge, with an elaborately carved marble tub. She filled it with hot water and slipped in with a sigh.

Leaning her head back against the tub, she let her mind simply dissociate for a while, trying to dislodge the memory of Loki killing her. She didn’t want to dwell on it, particularly since she would be spending at least the next day with him. Instead, she mentally replayed their conversation from earlier in the day. The more she thought about it, the more certain she was that Thor’s grief was both a complete surprise and a comfort to Loki. 

That’s really sad. To believe that your own family doesn’t care about you, even when they do — and it’s not like he has friends to turn to either.   

Eventually, she hauled herself out of the tub, dried off, and inspected the closet. She felt like celebrating tonight, so she opted for an Asgardian gown and silk slippers instead of her usual tunic, trousers, and boots. 

The “Mighty Thor” armor caught her eye and she decided she would wear that in the morning. If the belt was cleaned, she could fasten it on over the armor. It hit her for the first time that the color of the belt matched her armor. Had Loki actually put some thought into the gift?

Just as she was ready to go, someone knocked on the door, startling her. She hadn’t had any visitors since that first morning when Frigga came to collect her. She opened the door to find Zev and Rune standing in the hallway. 

“Hi! We heard you died today and just wanted to make sure you’re okay,” Zev said. “It can be kinda unnerving. I didn’t want to leave my room the first time it happened to me, but Rune here dragged me out.”

Jane laughed. “I think I’m good. Honestly, I’m glad it happened now. I’m joining the battle tomorrow and at least I’ll go in knowing what to expect.”

Wait. Was that why he did it? 

“You finished training? That’s wonderful news!” Rune rushed forward to give her a quick hug, then stepped back when he noticed her gown. “Oh, um, that’s a different look for you, isn’t it?”

“I just wanted to relax and forget about fighting for one night.”

Rune grinned. “I think this counts as a special occasion. Let’s do something different tonight! I’m friends with some of the kitchen staff — I can get us a basket of food and drink and we can go somewhere and make a picnic of it. I know the perfect spot.”

Jane and Zev readily agreed.

“Right. I’ll be back in a few minutes, then we can go.”

Rune was as good as his word and returned shortly carrying a large woven basket. At his suggestion, Jane took a blanket from the bed for them to sit on. 

They set off, Rune leading the way along a path that wound and climbed through the craggy rocks surrounding the compound, emerging finally into a small clearing with a gorgeous view of the enclave, the gate bridge, and the sunset. Jane spread the blanket out on a bed of soft moss, and the three friends settled down to eat. They talked about their lives before Valhalla, and for the first time since she arrived, Jane felt almost like a normal, living person.

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In the morning, she donned her armor and met Loki in the practice yard. She’d been pleasantly surprised to find that the belt Loki had given her was now incorporated into the suit itself, with a pair of daggers already sheathed and ready. 

As they walked down to the field, Loki gave her some last-minute instructions. They would work as a team and guard each others’ backs. 

“Well, as long as you last, that is,” Loki added. “It’s too much to hope that you’ll survive the day.”

Jane was feeling more optimistic. “This isn’t my first battle, you know. I’ll be fine.”

Loki grinned. “Care to make a small wager?”

Jane considered. “Alright, if I survive the day, you have to eat in the mead hall with me tonight.”

Loki gave her a shrewd, calculating look. “And if you don’t?”

Jane was at a loss. What could she possibly offer that would interest him?

“Tell you what,” he said. “If you die, you owe me a favor, as yet unspecified.”

She eyed him suspiciously. That sort of arrangement with tricksters never ended well in stories.

Loki sighed. “Nothing that will get you into trouble, and nothing of, shall we say, an overly personal nature.” 

He chuckled when Jane’s reaction made it clear that she hadn’t even considered that possibility. “I assure you, I don’t share my brother’s taste in dalliances.”

“Deal,” she said, and hastened to add “And no fair killing me yourself — or failing to watch my back. Do that, and you forfeit.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Go to Chapter 4

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The Tales of The Odinsons

The Tales of The Odinsons #1: A Hidden Tallent

Word Count: 1,761

Summary: When Thor tries his best to help lull his baby brother to sleep, he soon discovers a secret that poses endless possibilities.

Author’s Notes: Hello! So, this is the first of the drabbles I mentioned I would be posting! I will continue to post the full drabbles here on Tumblr, but I would appreciate some love on AO3 as well! Comments as well are always encouraged- I would love to hear your thoughts on these!  I intend to make a banner for this series too, i’ve just not gotten to it yet- but I will update the posts as soon as it’s done so they are easier to spot! Love you all! 

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A Hidden Tallent

Not since the very moment he had been put to bed had Loki so much as batted an eye, let alone close them. He did, however, begin to cry almost as soon as darkness fell- and the nursemaid- who was charged with watching over him and his older brother throughout the day- was so exhausted she did not so much as stir from where she sat slumped over in her chair by the fire. 

How lucky she was- Thor thought- that he took his role as an older brother so very seriously. 

Still in his sleeping gown, the elder prince settled right at the side of his baby brother’s crib-his favorite book set upon his lap. 

“Loki, hush.” Thor scolded, “A warrior does not cry at bedtime.”

He pushed his hand through a gap in the bars that divided him from his baby brother, pressing one finger into the palm of the babe’s tiny hand. “Besides-” Thor grinned “-I am here now; and nothing escapes the watch of the God of Thunder.” 

Holding tightly to his brother’s finger, Loki’s crying dimmed from wails, to sniffles, to small hiccups in a matter of seconds; and Thor’s heart swelled with pride. So enraptured was he with the tiny green eyes watching him intently through the moonlight, that he nearly missed the way Loki had begun to tug Thor’s fingers towards his mouth. 

Baby or otherwise, Loki had teeth like daggers- ones the elder Odinson had been on the wrong end of more than once, and he did not care to be again. Quickly yanking his hand back to safety elicited a squeal of laughter from his brother. It was a delighted sound that made it difficult for him to remain angry with his brother for more than a moment- but he was determined to at least remain firm. 

“Brother, I will refuse to read to you if you bite me.” He scolded, mimicking his father’s tone as best he could. Loki babbled cheerfully in return, rolling to his stomach so he might grin at his brother through the bars, his little hands smacking at the mattress of his crib as he crawled closer into place.

“I brought my favorite book this time-” Thor said, straightening his back. He ran a hand over the shifting cover of gold and leather, admiring the twisting figures that moved across its surface. “-Mother says it’s too advanced for you, but I disagree.” Loki gave a dissatisfied grumble as he pulled himself upright against the bars. “Exactly.” Thor began to thumb through the pages, wondering where best to start. “At the very least, you can enjoy the pictures.” 

His book had hundreds of snakes from all across the nine realms, and he felt it important that he teach Loki not to be frightened of them from the very start. Mother had told him that Loki would not be ready to travel to different realms until he was older- so the pragmatic choice would be to start with Asgardian snakes- so that he might still be able to safely sneak them into the Palace now and again. 

“Most snakes you ought not to touch-but there are a few you can.-” Lowering himself to the ground, Thor leaned his back against the bars of the crib and propped the book up against his knees- just high enough that the both could see its pages easily. “Snakes like warm weather, so there are few of them here on Asgard- but there are places on Midgard that are just full of them.” He grinned. “Father has promised to take me, you know. Perhaps you can come too when you’re older.” 

Turning his head, Thor could not help but feel proud of the way his baby brother’s eyes had locked firmly on the book’s page. Upon it was a small, black snake- no longer than the length of his arm- but he surmised it must seem very big to such a tiny baby. “This is a grass snake- they eat frogs and things like that- and they have no venom so you won't die if they bite you.” Though Loki had begun fitting his fist inside his own mouth, he had not looked away- which Thor found encouraging. “They can swallow things whole- though you can not.” 

Loki made a noise that sounded very much like he disagreed. Thor took this as a sign it might be wise to remove his brother’s hand from his mouth while he still could. The very moment he leaned close enough, however, Loki’s spittle covered fingers reached out and tangled themselves tightly into Thor’s hair. 

And it hurt. 

He was remarkably strong for a baby- which Thor thought should not surprise him, as he too was quite strong- but it posed quite the obstacle as he tried to pry open his brother’s fist through the bars of his crib. 

“Loki-” Thor warned, trying to keep his voice quiet so as not to wake the maid. “-let go or I shall never read to you again!” Loki grumbled, but did not release him, instead tightening his grip. “I mean it!”

He very much did not want to be angry with his brother- much less harsh- as he knew Loki was only a baby; but Thor could feel his frustration grow. As he felt it begin to boil in his chest, he could hear the thunder begin to roll just outside his window. For a brief moment, he felt the grip on his hair relax, but it was not enough to get free. 

‘Fine’, he thought; if that was what worked, then so be it. 

The lightning strike illuminated the room- its crack echoing across every corner. He could feel his little brother jump at the sound. As Loki began to cry, his hand finally untangled itself from Thor’s hair- the physical pain of his grip quickly replaced with a pang of guilt in his chest. 

“Shh-” Thor cooed “-hush, brother- you’ll wake the maid!” How the lightning had not awoken her was a mystery- but he was sure that the crying would pull her awake. “I had to do it!-” Thor tried to reach in after his brother in the hopes that it might soothe him, but Loki did his best to squirm out of his brother’s reach. “-You were hurting me and you wouldn’t let go!” 

Loki only continued to cry as Thor did his best to reach as far into the crib as he could. His young arms may have been short, but the crib was small enough that he soon was able to put his hand around his brother’s- just as the babe abruptly slipped out of sight. 

Thor’s blood ran cold, terrified that-somehow- he had managed to vanish his baby brother, sending him to who knows where. In his panic, he did not register the shimmer of green, or the sudden sensation of something long and smooth wrapped around his wrist. 

But when he did, he could not help but feel it was the greatest thing he had ever seen. 

Wrapped around his wrist was an almost perfect replica of the very snake Thor had shown his brother only moments before. It squeezed tight around his wrist, tongue flickering in and out of its mouth as it seemingly waited for Thor’s next move. 

“…Loki?” He whispered-completely awestruck. The snake watched him with intense eyes- ones the very same color of his little brother’s. “That is you, isn’t it?” Had he done this on his own? Did Thor simply not know he was able to turn people into snakes? “If it’s you, do something… change back or…” He wasn’t quite sure what to ask for. What if Loki did not know how to change back?  He was just a baby after all; and if Thor had done this himself, his brother would likely not be able to change back himself. “You must show me that it’s you.” The snake’s tongue flickered thoughtfully for a moment, leaving the elder Prince to wait with baited breath- though that did not last for very long. 

The snake quickly coiled back, and a sensation like a shockwave rushed through him as Thor felt the snake sink its fangs deep into his arm. He howled in pain, quickly withdrawing his hand, a surge of thunder and lightning rattling the walls- finally tearing the maid from her sleep. 

By the time she had rushed to their sides, Loki was himself once again- giggling and babbling as if nothing had been wrong- leaving Thor to angrily attempt to convince the woman of what exactly had happened. She would not believe him- dismissing it as a dream before hurrying him back to his own bed. He did not argue- as he was to be the responsible older brother- but he could not help but feel bitter over having been so rudely bitten for no good reason. 

He stewed beneath his sheets, unable to sleep-casting the occasional glance back at his brother’s crib. Loki watched him closely from between the bars, but Thor ignored him. He turned to his side, turning his back on him. The babe babbled to get his attention, but he would not give it- and eventually Loki gave up. 

Soon, as Thor began to drift off to sleep, he felt something begin to creep up around his wrist. Startled, he sat up; only to see the same little black snake wrapped far more gently around his wrist. 

“Go back to your own bed.” Thor grumbled; but Loki paid him no mind.

The snake’s tongue flickered almost apologetically at the place where he had been bitten-and it soon became difficult for Thor to remain angry. Checking to be sure the maid had fallen back asleep, he crept from his bed-Loki still wrapped around his wrist- and collected his book before crawling back beneath the covers. Flipping to a random page, he pointed at the snake depicted therein. “Could you be this one?” He whispered. 

The snake tilted its head as it inspected the image- and moments later Thor watched in awe as the creature shifted to match exactly what was on the page. 

In his mind, this was quite possibly the greatest thing that could have come from having a brother. Time moved by quickly as the two went through nearly every page of the book; testing what Loki was capable of until-at long last- they had drained themselves of all their energy; falling fast asleep to dream of all the possibilities this new ability could  bring them the following day.