#didn't have time to do anything else but wrap him in a blanket so soil doesn't bother him by getting everywhere

[queen-shiba]

pain... overwhelming mental state..... fluffy jamil period hcs... please....... *folds over and slowly wastes away into red dust, returning to the moistened soils of the Earth from whence I came*

Well. @killersweetie @maythearo @mayreblogging @soru-muses @soru-ya

This is gonna be self indulgent as fuck too

Jamil and his s/o on her period

A more sensitive s/o

He panics when you start to cry or get upset by something

Unsure of what to do

He'll hug you, and try his best to relax you

He's not really... THAT good with emotions

You saw how he dealt with his own. What makes you think he's gonna be able to handle yours?

He don't know what he's doing

Will feeding you help?

He just gives you whatever you want that he can provide at that point

Lots of cuddles if he's not too busy

Otherwise, he'll just wrap you up in blankets and pillows and give you snacks

A more irritable s/o

He was surprised when you snapped at him

At first, he didn't realize it was that time, until you explained

Then he understood

Jamil does his best NOT to piss you off

He's afraid of what you might do

This is a school full of magic idiots, and you've dealt with more than you need to

He knows this

And he doesn't wanna get his shit rocked

You don't even have to ask for anything

He's literally on your ass, trying to keep you calm with your favorite meals

Leaving offerings for his enraged goddess

He'll give you space though!

If you wanna be attached, he'll allow it

If someone else pisses you off, he's gonna try to calm you and get you back to the nest he made for you

"Please don't snap anyone's neck..."

Dealing with cramps

He has a sister

He's gonna ask her what the hell he's supposed to do to cure these cramps

When she told him all he could do was soothe them, he was "Well fuck."

Asks what he needs to get for you, and will get a bunch of heating pads, pain meds, and brew tea for you!

If you want to use his body heat, he'll allow it when he's free (unless you are fed up and just drag him back to the nest to be used at a heating pad)

He tries not to trigger you too much, especially when you're in pain.

Assisting with cravings

Lord knows this man will make you whatever the fuck you desire

Want it store bought?

He got you

Home cooked?

He GOT you

Hold tight, cause he's getting you all the stuff you ask for

If you ask for chocolate, he'll get you all kinds of chocolate, but mostly dark chocolate, since he read that that was best for a woman's cycle

You want something salty? Meaty? Sweet? Spicy? A mix?

He'll make it for you

Man can copy and paste a meal onto a plate for you

Overall, Jamil is very caring when you're menstrual. He might not be any good at expressing his affection, but he has no issues showing it to you with acts of service.

He may not know much about a woman's body, but he'll learn as he goes in order to take care of you.

Even if it means learning something that makes him uncomfortable. He will force himself to realize that this is all natural so he can help you and be the best boyfriend he can.

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Okay, but what happened to the baby??? Cults are fucked up at the best of times so I'm not entirely sure I want to know.

I would also like to wrap batmom in a blanket and make her hot chocolate ❤️

The greenhouse door creaked open and you don't look up, intently focused on your seedlings that aren't thriving like they should, considering starting over with them.

It helped, being distracted while you waited for the dust to settle so you could sift through it gently and begin to put the complicated feelings into their assigned little compartments.

You can't talk about it.

Not the way everyone seems to think you should.

Because there is no good way to say it. There's no way to make any of them understand. It's not grief but it hurts. It's not relief but it feels lighter. And you can't even call it closure because there's still work to be done and a price to be extracted.

A liminal space.

Limbo.

And until you can define it all properly- you're keeping your distance.

"Sweetheart," Bruce said softly, "what are you doing?"

You look up slowly and hold out soil-covered hands, "Groundwork for-"

"I can see that," he said, "But why?"

"Why not?" you answer, brushing hair out of your face with the back of you hand, frowning when you smear dirt on your forehead, "Knowing doesn't change anything, the garden still needs-"

"I can have someone else do it," Bruce offered, worry flitting across his face. He expected tears. He expected you to be almost catatonic- or murderous. He genuinely didn't know what to do with this.

You exhale slowly, grappling for words, starting and stopping half a dozen sentences before finally settling on one. "I think-" you say hesitantly, "That in the back of my mind I knew. I was young, malnourished, and had no real medical care to speak of- it's a miracle on it's own I didn't die."

Bruce opened his mouth to say something and shut it again quickly when you glance at him, realizing you had more to say.

"But- in those long, lonely years. And later- it- it helped, kind of. The idea that he might be out there somewhere. And when it didn't help I used it as another failure. Proof that I had to be a terrible person and if I was a terrible person, what did I have to lose?"

You shake your head and glance out the window, looking to where the sun was setting, "But now I know. Now I have proof. And for better or worse, I just have to come to terms with it- whatever those terms are."

Bruce nodded slowly and reached over to wipe the dirt off your forehead, "Are you coming in for dinner?"

"Maybe?" you allow, "But probably not. I'm not sure what's more frustrating, not being able to explain how I feel or being pitied."

[redwhump]

Self-Sharpened Fangs: Buried

Masterlist

Contains: buried alive, vampire whump, asphyxiation, burns, accidental whump, references to captivity, sensory overload, trauma flashback, begging, self-hatred about being a vampire.

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Emilian woke to a weight pressing down on him. He was in less pain than he should have been; Isaac had broken at least one of his ribs. He squirmed, trying to alleviate the pressure. The weight may not have hurt, but it certainly wasn't pleasant. What was it? Had Adrian put him in bed? His blanket didn't weigh this much.

Something was very wrong.

Em opened his eyes. The moment they opened, they burned, full of something gritty. He couldn't see anything. Why couldn't he see?

He opened his mouth. To gasp, to scream, to beg someone, anyone, to stop this, he wasn't sure. It filled with something rough, the taste of the earth. He needed to breathe. He stuck his hands forward, trying to shove the dirt out of the way. He needed to get out. He needed air. He needed to see. He didn't know which way was up. Was he just digging himself deeper into this hole? God, he was going to suffocate down here. He couldn't breathe.

Please, please just get me out. I don't care what you do to me, please, Adrian, Isaac, anyone. Please. I'll be good. He would have been begging out loud, if there were air in his lungs and his mouth wasn't full of dirt.

After an agonizingly long time, Em felt his hand break through, felt the air against his skin. He shoved upwards, fighting his way to the surface. The moment his head broke through, he started coughing, spitting out dirt, tears streaming down his face. He drew in a desperate breath that sent him into a fit of harsh coughing as he breathed in grains of soil along with air. He curled forward, arms wrapped around his stomach, folded almost in half, forehead nearly touching the ground.

Everything was so loud. The leaves, the sound of his clothes brushing against each other as he shifted to cover his ears, the cries of animals.  A hundred different scents assaulted him, most of which he couldn't even name, and none of which he could focus on. He breathed in through his mouth. That helped, at least. More than covering his ears did, anyway.

Where were his Adrian and Isaac? His eyes shot open, frantically looking around, but finding no sign of either of them. It was dark, though Em could see almost as well as he could with the lights in his room. No one else in sight. Taking deep breaths, he tried to focus on hearing. There were the leaves, of course. Sounds of the wildlife around him. Nothing that sounded like footsteps. Would footsteps even sound the same right now? The leaves did, mostly, so  footsteps must, as well. 

He was alone. And outside, for the first time in…he wasn't sure how long. Months, at least, the snow of his  failed and nearly fatal escape attempt long gone. That was probably for the best. He shivered at the memory. He was out, and for the moment, free.

Em looked up to see a night sky filled with more stars than he remembered ever seeing before. It was beautiful. If he wasn't already crying, he would have started then. He blinked away tears that made his vision blurry, and laughed, wiping his eyes. He'd missed the sky.

After a stunned moment of stillness, he reached a finger into mis mouth to scrape out some of the dirt stuck to his teeth, and felt sharp teeth brush against his fingers. He ran his finger across them again. He had fangs. He couldn't have fangs. A sob tore out of his body. No. No, he was a person, he couldn't--Why would they waste effort on turning him when they could just keep him? Why waste the food? Why would they do this to him? He didn't want this.

Em drew in a deliberate breath. It didn't matter right now. He might be alone, but Adrian or Isaac could be here any moment. They had to be coming, didn't they? Em ran a tongue over his fangs, shuddering. Even if he wasn't a person anymore, couldn't be their bloodbag anymore, couldn't be hurt in the same way, they had to be coming back for him. He couldn't be here when they did. 

He wasn't going back. Ever. 

-

This was a mistake. Adrian was just a few rooms over from Emilian, the only thing between them a few doors that had no hope of holding back a determined vampire. Em balled his hands into fists to stop them from shaking. He knew that Adrian wasn't actually a threat. That even if Adrian somehow got to him, he was still in no condition to be a threat. Even if he were fully healed, Em could defend himself now. Or run. 

Knowing all of that didn't make the fear any quieter.

He wanted to run. Wanted to be anywhere other than here. And he couldn't. Someone had to make sure Adrian wouldn't hurt anyone else.

Maybe he couldn't run, but he could put a solid wall of sunlight between himself and Adrian. Protection no vampire, no matter their condition, could get past.

Blanket in hand, Em strode out the back door to the little shed outside. It was solid enough that he didn't think it would let any sunlight in, but the blanked would make sure. He yanked the door open, shoving the items inside to the sides to make a space for himself to curl up. One advantage of spending years with Adrian and Isaac? Em could sleep anywhere. He'd learned to, because it let him sleep in a spot where he'd hear them coming. He didn't like waking up to to fangs sinking into him.

He carefully draped the blanket over himself as he curled up on the floor, making sure he was fully covered. In the darkness, he focused on calming his breathing. In, then out. In. Out. Slowly, he relaxed. His hands stopped shaking, and the tightness around his chest eased. His last thought as he drifted to sleep was the sun, climbing over the horizon as he tried to sleep.

Em woke to a weight landing on top of him, and the smell of dirt in the air. His eyes shot open, but the only thing he saw was darkness. He screamed, thrashing against the weight.

No, please, not again. He couldn't breathe, couldn't--crack. His scream of fear turned to one of pain as his ankle burned. He pulled it back in, curling up tightly, and the heat went away, though the pain didn't. He whimpered, tears welling up in his eyes.

The weight on top of him had shifted from his thrashing, now leaning against his back. His back? That didn't make sense. He still couldn't see. Something was still on top of him. What…oh. The blanket.

He lifted it up slightly. The floor of the dimly-lit shed was dusted with dirt. A sliver of sunlight shone onto the wall and floor, and he turned, carefully keeping everything near the light covered by the blanket, to see the hole in the shed's wall. The hole he'd kicked into it. The bag of garden soil leaning against his back slid down to the ground.

Em sniffled, staring at the bag. He glanced up at the empty spot on one of the shelves, and felt stupid. It was just a bag of soil, and he'd panicked. His ankle still felt like it was on fire. He moved the bag to cover the hole, then collapsed to the ground and sobbed, curling up in his blanket. 

He couldn't even handle a harmless bag of soil falling on him without panicking. Something that wouldn't even hurt him, because he didn't need to breathe, no matter how much it felt like he still did. If he couldn't even handle that without freaking out so badly he hurt himself, how was he supposed to be able to handle Adrian? Someone who could actually hurt him, eventually, if he wanted to?

Em clamped a hand over his mouth to stifle the sound of his sobbing, even though there was no one nearby to hear it. He couldn't do this. He couldn't. But he had to.

He didn't fall asleep again.

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[stainlesssulfur]

character(s): ran x kakucho

genre: fluff

warnings: none

A/N: hope you enjoy this lovelies <3

Part 1 Part 2

Ran didn't like waking up early in the mornings. He preferred very much to stay in bed, bury his head in the pillows, and feel the cool fabric of the blanket rest softly on his muscly back. And usually, he wouldn't get up until Rindo barged in and yelled at him to "get the hell up before Mikey fires (his) stupid ass".

But not today. Today, he had to wake up extra early. It was a Saturday, and it had just rained previously. The pavements outside were still damp, the soil wet and the grass sparkling under the sun. He got up at 6, although begrudgingly, and threw on a pair of pants, plus a crew-neck tee that was beige in colour.

He clicked his tongue in annoyance. Why do mornings exist? They were so annoying, and no one liked the sun slapping them awake.

He decided that it would be worth it later, as he tied his shoelaces and combed his fingers through his hair. He looked at himself in the rearview mirror, and groaned. Blonde roots were peeking out from his dyed hair, ruining the whole look. He would need to get that checked out. In the meantime, however, he had more important things to take care of.

.

"Good morning," the florist greeted happily. His eyes widened. "Mr Haitani, it's quite early in the morning. As I do recall, you hate waking up at such hours."

"Well yes, indeed," Ran groaned. "But getting flowers is more important than sleeping through the most productive time of the day."

The florist gave a light chuckle. "I see. How are things?" He asked, rummaging through the cash register.

Ran leaned onto the counter. "You know, usual crime lord things. Some people think they can kill your target and get away with it? Ridiculous."

"Absurd. Well, what can I do for you today?"

"I'm having a hard time deciding. Do you think roses or lilies are better for his birthday?" Ran muttered, picking at a loose seam on his shirt. "They both complement him so well, and I- I just want to make sure everything's perfect before I go over."

The florist smiled. "Well, as sweet as that is, it is entirely up to you to decide. I'm sure you know what's best for him, hmm? When you're ready, tell me what you may like and I'll wrap it up nicely for you."

Ran tapped his fingers on the counter. Sure, it was early, so no customers, but he wanted to make sure everything else was prepared before he gave the present. And to do that, he had to decide quickly.

He gave another groan, and buried his head in his hands. Ran Haitani? Affectionate? Never in the same sentence. He crossed his legs and pursed his lips. Roses? Lilies? Roses? Lilies?

Lightbulb. "Oh, I do know," he muttered, reaching for his wallet.

"Do you, now?"

Ran nodded. "Can you give me the 99-rose bundle? And 36 stems of lilies to go along with it."

"Of course. Anything else?"

Ran gave a cheeky smile. "Would you wrap the roses in white paper and the lilies in red, please?"

.

Ran hummed at the sight of the flowers in his backseat. Freshly cut, lovely smelling, and overall, thoughtful. Ran grinned. He would love this. But of course, he wasn't done splurging his money. He had to get other things. 60,000 yen on flowers was nothing.

And time waited for no one. He grabbed the steering wheel, and used his other hand to play a song on his phone. "Merry-Go-Round of Life" played prettily over the speakers as Ran hummed along to it.

It always managed to clear his mind.

Next stop, the bakery.

.

"Hey, Kakucho, are you forgetting something today?" Sanzu asked, fiddling with his bottle of pills.

"Hmm? I don't think so, why?" Kakucho answered, sifting through the documents on his table, picking at the rusty paperclips. "When Koko goes for his weekly stationery shopping, tell him to get more paperclips, please. These are already rusted." He groaned, throwing them into the dustbin.

"I don't know, man. What is the date today? We just started the new year." Sanzu prompted, not believing his ears.

"I- don't know? Why are you asking me for the date? You can just check the clock, you know?"

"What- why- are you dense? You stupid fuck," Sanzu groaned. "Nevermind. Ran figured this may happen, so he asked me to bring you home at 11 am."

"11? It's 10 now? And I still don't know what occasion this is!" Kakucho muttered. "Can you just tell me?"

"No, because I cannot believe you don't know."

"But I don't!"

"I know, and that's really fucking stupid of you!"

"... So what's it?"

"Why don't you check the fucking date, you himbo?"

.

"Go, and don't come back! You're too stupid to do crime, Kaku," Sanzu yelled, driving away, his voice trailing after him.

"Well, that was weird," Kakucho said, sighing, and turning the door knob.

He was met with darkness.

"Why's it so dark in here? It's only morning," Kakucho mumbled. "I didn't draw the curtains?" To no one in particular.

"HEY!" Ran yelled, flipping the switch to turn on the lights, as he jumped on Kakucho. "Happy birthday, Kaku!"

Kakucho screamed as he threw his bag down and reached out to grab Ran. He caught him in time, stumbling back a few paces and raised his head to glare at the smirking man.

"Ran, that was dangerous," he chided, but he allowed his lips to stretch into a smile, and kissed Ran's nose. "Thank you."

"That's not all, love," Ran said, lowering himself off from Kakucho's arms, then snaking his arms around the latter's waist, pressing his forehead against his. "There's more, naturally. And I heard from Sanzu. I can't believe you really forgot your own birthday, baby."

"Yeah? At least I didn't think you were dead and closed your eyes," Kakucho teased, his eye twinkling in mischief.

Ran paused. He furrowed his brows and pouted against Kakucho's lips. "Why do you have to remind me of that, 'Cho?"

Kakucho laughed. "It's too funny to ignore, Ran." He pinched Ran's nose lightly, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "I really can't believe I forgot my birthday. Thanks for remembering for me, Haitani."

"Sure, Hitto." Ran raised his eyebrow.

"So, what are we doing first?"

Ran's lips twisted into a sly smile. "Aww, you're going to love your first present, baby."

[darkurgediary]

Two Worlds, Two Hearts: Chapter Three

Summary: Things in the Underground start to go awry, and Sarah discovers the fairy isn't all that it seems.

Warning(s): Panic attack, other than that I don't think there's anything else, please let me know if I missed something!

Author Note: The italicized paragraph is a page from "Faeries" by Brain Froud!

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The dwarf halted midstep as a voice tickled his ears. Strange as it was, when Hoggle turned to look around, he found himself alone. He knew the voice. He would always know her voice, given the number of times she called out to him for help before. Each call he answered without hesitation. What didn’t make sense to him was why now? 

He huffed and reloaded his fairy sprayer.

Life hadn’t quite gone back to normal since Sarah’s conquer of the Labyrinth. The structure, and the Underground itself, had been forever changed. Weakened. Because Sarah had been the first person to ever defeat the Goblin King and reclaim the wished away person.

Though not a creature with an affinity for magic, Hoggle could still feel the soil shift differently beneath his feet. Other residents of the Underground must have sensed it as well. The fairies had gotten meaner, though at their size and number, they didn’t pose a threat.

Not one large enough for the Goblin King to worry about anyway.

Despite his initial desire to ignore Sarah’s plea for help, Hoggle still found himself ready to run to her. The four of them, her, Ludo, Didymus, and him had made a pact afterall. Should you need us. A certain bitterness sat in the Dwarf’s chest because they needed her too, and where was she when they called? Time carried differently Aboveground, Hoggle knew that, and knew he couldn’t hold that against Sarah. He couldn't answer her call. Not yet.

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A disappointment sat in her chest so heavy it dropped her heart into her stomach.

Sarah didn’t know what she expected. 

For Hoggle to actually appear, but instead reality hit her hard as a bus. Why did she feel so childish? Had she not grown beyond the fifteen year old who buried herself in books to escape reality?

Sweat trickled down her back and her tongue like sand in her mouth, teeth dug into her bottom lip.

The rush of nausea skid to a stop as Layla's hands cupped around hers in a gentle touch, "Sarah? Sarah you're shaking."

Sarah didn't have to utter a word for her friend to see the panic attack, guilt dusted her features, as if she regretted coming to Sarah in the first place.

"I'm sorry I don't- I don't know what. What's happening I-" she wheezed.

"Hey- hey hey hey," Layla shushed her softly, her hands giving another squeeze in hopes it might ground her somehow. "Sarah, Sarah you're okay. I just squeezed your hands again, did you feel it?"

She answered with a light nod.

"Good, I'm going to do it one more time, and I want you to tell me the pressure, okay?" 

"Medium," Sarah muttered, trying to slow her frantic heart. "Harder than the last one."

It took almost thirty minutes to wrangle the anxiety from her bones. Sarah's veins grew heavy and her body ached. She kicked herself mentally, as the eldest of the two, Sarah felt like she should have held herself together better. Even if Layla was more than happy to chase her panic away with gentle words and touches, Sarah couldn't let it become a crutch.

She needed to focus on the fairy and what to do with it.

No one would come for Toby unless someone wished him away.

"I'm sorry," she sighed and rested her sweaty forehead on their joined hands. "I don't know what came over me…"

"Well, to be fair it's not everyday you come across a live fairy," Layla offered.

She broke from Sarah to grab a cold cloth from the kitchen, letting her friend wipe away the last remnants of her panic attack. 

Sarah looked at the blanket and froze. The fairy awakened. A long, tooth-pick thin arm wrapped around its middle, half sat up, and large eyes struggling to stay open. Layla cupped her hand behind the fuzzy ball of brown, assessing the wound best she could.

Given that it was a magical creature they were dealing with, both women opted to place a bandaid over the wound, which wrapped completely around the fairy's torso. They agreed to monitor the wound in shifts, if it worsened they'd try to treat it, and If not they'd see if the fairy could mend itself.

When Sarah laid down to sleep that night she thought of Hoggle again. She wondered why he hadn't answered, or if he'd even heard her at all. Ludo and Sir Didymus appeared next in her minds eye. If she called them, would it yield the same result? Would either of them answer her?

Would Jareth?

Pale-green eyes screwed shut and her face scrunched in protest, no, no she refused to call him. Much less allow him to occupy any more room in her mind. Sarah took the nature of the fairy into account. It didn't look like the fairies she'd seen in the Labyrinth, ones who had a human appearance save for the wings, white hair, and pointed ears. Sarah began to wonder if the creature even came from the Labyrinth at all.

With a sigh she rolled away from the window, she'd gone two days without sleep. Part of her hoped it would all be a dream. That she'd just been caught up in some wild hallucination. Except her body sank into the mattress, the fibers of her sheets tickled her skin. Sarah had felt too much for the night to not be a dream.

As her mind began to wander, a familiar beast appeared behind her eyes. Sarah recalled how she met Ludo, strung upside down and beaten like some kind of piñata. She remembered the adorable look on his face when they encountered the knockers, the way his ears perked while he held the ring in his mouth.

The name fell off her tongue in a whisper, "Ludo…" 

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“Hey Hoggsie come an’ look at this!” A voice called to him from the other side of the wall. 

“Hog-gle,” he corrected with a grunt, practically spelling it out as he opened the doors to the Labyrinth. 

Two right turns and one left brought him to a goblin. The knees of her brown overalls stained with red clay, patches of it present on her white undershirt as well. The dwarf struggled to look past purple hair as he loomed over the Goblin.

"Right here see?" She chattered while tapping a clawed finger against the stone. "There's anotha crack, ain't big enough for anyone ta get outta though."

Hoggle crossed his arms at that. A number of Goblins and other Underground residence had gone missing, and because of the Labyrinth's weakened state. None could tell if the disappearances were accidental or not. It happened a time or two before, goblins falling into the cracks and into the Aboveground. Yet never in this many numbers.

"I c'n patch it up for ya, unless his majesty wants ta keep it," the purple haired Goblin stated.

Hoggle waved a hand, "nah, ain't worth the trouble Thistle."

She gave him a two finger salute, "you got it."

In the distance, a loud howlish-wail filled the air. Hoggle's eyes widened as he recognized the cry. It came from the hedge maze. While not built to run, Hoggle sped towards Ludo's cry as fast as he could.

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Unable to sleep, Sarah stayed up till the wee hours of morning submerged in research. Through various digital books and videos about fairies, she managed to identify the one hidden in her apartment:

"Apart from their useful function as guardians of hill treasure, Spriggans are an infamous band of villains, skilled thieves, thoroughly destructive and often dangerous."

Alongside such knowledge, she discovered animals could more easily detect the presence of fairies. Sarah's heart ached, it had been an off and on thought, whether she should get another dog. She'd pushed it off on the sentiment of not wanting to replace Merlin.

As Sarah weighed the pros and cons, a dog- or any animal really, could act as a means of protection. Especially so if what the article said about Spriggans happened to be true. Maybe the animal's presence would help keep the Spriggan from causing any trouble.

An even more pressing matter, she had to figure out how to explain it to Toby. He was bound to find it sooner or later, and she didn’t like the idea of hiding anything else from him. "Maybe I can try and explain it on the way to the shelter," Sarah mused to herself.

She explained her plan to Layla, who had stayed at her apartment overnight. Sarah didn't want her driving home so late at night, and especially not as panicked as she was.

"Don't worry, I think it'll all be fine," Sarah gave her an encouraging smile. "But I know you'll still worry regardless. So I'll send you text updates, okay?"

Layla nodded, "let me know when you get your pup as well! Lady would adore a friend, maybe we could go to the dog park this weekend?"

"Sure," Sarah agreed. She half stepped out the door and waved goodbye as Layla descended the stairs.

Something shuffled behind her. Sarah quickly turned to find Toby awake, sock covered feet skid across the floor as he headed towards the kitchen.

"Morning," she chuckled at his half-asleep demeanor. "Ready for breakfast?"

Toby nodded with a big yawn.

Sarah debated if trying to explain things would be best now, or till he was more awake. She decided on the latter.

Another yawn half screamed his words, "do you think Fierys know about cockroaches?" 

"Maybe? Why do you ask?" Initially, Sarah didn't think anything of it, Toby always seemed to have a question about the Labyrinth.

"Cause I had a dream, there were some around a campfire," he informed while rubbing the sleep from his eyes, "and you were there. They were dancing around you and singing, I think. I couldn't really hear them." 

A shiver went up her spine.

Rather than address Toby’s recount of the dream, she presented him with breakfast. She didn't want to think about Fierys, another potential dangerous...fairy? Did they even fall in that category or were they something else? Sarah shook her head and put her focus back on reality.

She crossed her arms and leaned over the counter, "think you're up for an adventure after breakfast?" 

"Where to?" Toby perked a brow, curious, but nonetheless interested.

"Well…" Sarah's words trailed off for a moment. It always hurt to talk about Merlin. "It's too quiet here, ya know? I miss having a dog. It's something I've thought about off and on, I just never wanted to because- because I didn't want to feel like I was replacing him."

A hint of sadness tainted his eyes, Toby nodded in understanding, "so?"

"So I decided I'd go to the shelter, if someone speaks to me, then someone speaks to me and I come home with a dog."

Despite the bittersweet situation, Toby seemed excited. Irene didn't allow pets other than fish. So in a way, he looked at it as a home-away-from-home dog. He scarfed down his breakfast and bolted towards his room to get ready. Sarah couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm.

Pale-green eyes drifted towards the closet which hid the Spriggan, with Toby gone for a moment, she quietly stepped to check on her impromptu guest. Cracking the door open, she watched the ball of brown fur breathe slowly, still fast asleep. It made her wonder how much fairies needed to sleep, she half expected the creature to be up by now. Sarah quickly gave the Spriggan a fresh bowl of water and food before Toby hopped out of his room.

"Let's go let's go!" He struggled to tug on his jacket, untied shoelaces tapping against the floor.

"Alright, give me a second to make sure everything is locked up," Sarah laughed. "Maybe giving you coffee wasn't a good idea."

Changing clothes and throwing on a pair of shoes, Sarah was ready to walk out the door in five minutes flat. All the windows had been checked and everything was in its place. She grabbed her keys and ushered Toby out the door. Silently hoping the fairy would stay asleep during their absence.

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Leech Lord ficlet - What's mine is mine

The first time she’d tried to leech Troy they were 11, and she’d grabbed his hand to pull him down into the warm soil around a Nekrotree’s roots, laughing through gap teeth that it was time to share the warmth in her tummy from the glowpods he’d found for her.

It wasn't on purpose, it's not like she'd planned ahead or given it thought, it was just.. it just happened. The question of if she could whispered through her mind in a fraction of a second as their hands touched and she felt the cool pull of passing energy to her twin.

She'd paused, rolling it on her tongue for a moment as she watched him lean back against the rough bark, letting his eyes slide closed and those lines that already scoured his little face relax.

It wouldn't work, right?

It wouldn't. They shared, nothing would happen if she tried to take.. would it?

Ty had twisted her free fingers in the hem of her threadbare shirt, squinting at the markings that glowed across their joined hands with the gentle thrum of power she felt him pull through her core. It felt like exhaling with a heavy wind at your back, a subtle assistance that wasn't sinister in any way just... it was hungry. He was hungry, and a tiny pang of guilt tightened her chest as she watched their markings pulse slowly. Maybe she should have shared sooner, but Troy would never ask.

He was pretending he couldn't hear the sounds as they felt the bond seal, he always did that, it was stupid. He'd insist nothing was happening while she knew he heard the same thing, the wash of confusing background noise that would fill their heads with static when they joined like this. She turned to stare back at the entrance to the vault, thinking of Dad and his crackly old E-Com, the garbled audio that was almost language it would hiss out of a broken speaker. That's what the sound was like sometimes, or at least, the closest comparison she could think of in her isolated little world.

She swallowed hard, half her insisting she should forget the question that had just fluttered across her thoughts, half eagerly egging her on to find out. What would happen if she tried to take power from him? How would it feel? What would it look like?

Would it hurt? Would it be like that time Mom had told her not to get too close to the fire but she'd had to know for herself why? Would it burn as bad? The urge to do it felt the same as that time had, curiosity too strong to ignore despite the warnings surrounding it.

She knew that now she'd thought of the question once, she couldn't pretend otherwise, wouldn't be able to forget it had been asked. It would bounce around in her little head till she found out the answer, mom had always said Ty was going to be an adventurer one day, a great one just like dad. Leda had smiled and told her it was because wanting to know the answer to questions was the greatest reason to explore. That if she hadn't wanted to know the answers to her own questions, she'd never have her Starlight and Moonbright, never found this home and her family.

Tyreen would try then. Just for a second. Just once. Just like dabbing a battery against her tongue to feel the shock. Just like passing her hand through that flame, because she was an adventurer like mom had said, and she needed to know.

A slow, even breath out as she loosened her shoulders and settled back into her spine, then Tyreen focused, gathering the threads of wavering energy she could feel shimmer through her body and into his, and with just a twitch, the most subtle shift of the flow, pulled back.

Then nothing happened.

The lack of response was more jarring that anything she'd been prepared for. If it had burned, if Troy had yelped and pulled his hand away, if anything had responded, it would have been less disturbing. Nothing. The tug hadn't even registered, the same complete lack of response as if she'd yanked at a rope tied to Dad's old ship. No movement, no give. He hadn't even opened his eyes.

Ty sucked at her lower lip and shuffled her knees under her, glaring unblinking at where their thumbs crossed. Maybe she just.. maybe it needed to be harder. She never had to pull normally, she couldn't stop pulling normally. Maybe she just didn't know how to do it on purpose. She'd try again. Just a little harder. Just so she could be sure and not have to question it ever again.

She screwed her eyes shut, biting down with slowly increasing pressure on her lip as she focused on the whistle of his breathing, on the blistering heat of the power beginning to roil and churn inside her ribs, the tendrils of heat snaking inside her arm to taste and squirm against his cool skin, and she pulled.

She pulled, harder, harder, waiting to feel the give, there must be a give, everything else crumbled against this magic warmth when she didn't even try, there would be a give, of course there would be a give if she kept pulling and -

Nothing.

The taste of blood broke her concentration before the realisation she hadn't breathed in half a minute did, she gasped in a shaky breath and yanked her hand out of his, wild-eyed as she watched him fumble in confused fright and scrabble to his feet.

"Ty??"

Her ears were ringing, unsure what he was saying when he awkwardly dropped to his knees in front of her in a heap of gangly limbs and crookedness, and mouthed something while his hand gently squeezed her shoulder.

"..u ok Ty..n?"

It felt like she was drowning, breath wasn't filling her lungs right and his gaunt face swam in her vision, blurred and concerned as the dull roar in her head slowly cleared.

"Ty you're b-bleeding.."

She jolted back as his hand moved from her shoulder, and Troy froze, eyes dark with worry as he glanced down. Her gaze slowly following his to the blood dripping onto her thighs from the nosebleed she realised he'd been about to wipe, sticky and glinting black in the dim light.

Her ribs felt like glass, everything was empty inside, what did he do, what.. what...

"What happened..?" he whispered, looking back up through tears as hers began to spill past her lashes.

She swallowed again, running her tongue slowly over her swollen lip as gnawing doubt crept into the back of her throat, the first flicker of an emotion she'd never felt before settling in her tummy.

"I don't know, Troy."

She wished that wasn't the truth.

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The second time they were 18, wasting away on the dead planet they called home, watching their pathetic lives tick by slowly.

She'd been so damn tired, another night unable to sleep. The constant drone of singing Korax just too loud to manage to blank out. It got this bad every year during breeding season, and the nights always felt long. Typhon would snore through it, but the twins usually couldn't sleep properly till the month ended and would nap in the cool shade of tree boughs during the day instead. Shift their sleeping patterns around the creatures that made this place home and wait for the Korax to move on. They belonged here, after all. The twins didn't.

Ty had given up on resting through the chirping echose and had carefully padded out of the sleeping area, noting Troy's empty bedroll as she wrapped a thin blanket repurposed from panelling insulation around her shoulders. The night was cool and heavy, amplifying the animal's whistling calls through the clarity of the air. It smelled like damp soil and rotting wood on nights like this - lovely in a way she'd come to appreciate. That was the smell of life, of death and growth blooming and decaying all around them. Clean, like mom used to describe it. Ty had quietly shuffled across the smooth rock of the vault and towards the outer camp, filling deep lungfulls with that delicious air as she searched for her missing twin.

She found him cracking bones from the meal he'd eaten with dad earlier by the campfire, a spindly mess of jutting shapes and harsh shadows, picking desperately at marrow from where it hunched in front of the embers.

He quickly tossed the remnants with a panicked flick of his hand as he heard her approach, and she didn't need him to turn to know he was flushed in shame at being found like this. She could hear that clear enough in the shaky greeting he grumbled over his shoulder.

It took him a moment to answer, hair fluttering in the firelight as he shook his head tiredly, staring at the dust in front of him as she slowly lowered herself to the ground by his side.

"Hey... hungry again?"

A stupid question really, she knew he was. He always was, not in the exact same way as she felt it, but still ravenous. Hunger was something they both knew intimately.

"Yeah. Didn't really.. d-didn't really get much today, not after sharing with dad. It just ain't ever enough Ty, it's n-never enough..." he paused to lean into her a little.

"I try and like, I try and be fair, I can't give him less cause he needs to eat and he can't go hunting anymore but.." he trailed off worldlessly, warm light glinting reflections in the darks of his eyes.

She shifted the cloth around his shoulder too, pressing hers against his empty right as they rested their heads together side by side.

"Is it the, you know, our power thing?"

He nodded slowly, still staring at the fire.

"Yeah. Always is. And it's not like there's payoff, it doesn't do anything bar make me so hungry, Ty."

She waited quietly, something unsaid was on the air, and she could feel him tense against her as he mulled over the words on the tip of his tongue.

"...It's not even that, it just, it feels like I... feels like it should be doing something, you know? There's something inside me, it's not just the markings, there's Siren in me. I know there is, it's just under my skin. It's right there and I c-can't touch it or make it work. I don't know what it does or if it does anything bar... this. "

She took his outstretched hand and waited for it, that song strumming between their veins neither could fully hear. Trying to explain, trying to communicate but language broken and voice backwards - inside out. Nothing and everything crashing together in a wave of cosmic frustration both twins felt viscerally.

He pulled away, grimacing in disgust as he shook his hand slowly, trying to fan that grotesque sensation out of his fingertips.

"F-fucking hate when that happens, it's like feedback, a power surge or something. Feel like it's going to blow my skull out... man. Is that really all I've got? Eating your energy and.. and.. blowing fuses inside my brain when we touch? That's it Ty? God... I wish I could just give it back..."

He'd whispered the last part but she'd heard clear enough despite her teeth chattering through nerves still firing from the blast of sensation a moment ago. He wishes he could give it back...? If he was anyone else she'd have ripped him apart to drag it out of his entrails by now. The wave of anger that blossomed at that statement dulled slowly into the back of her mind as a possibility arose, a question she'd forgotten about for so long.

"Maybe" Tyreen whispered, turning to face his side.

"...maybe you can try giving it back."

He looked like he'd just been shot, eyes wide and mouth gaping in shock as he whipped to look at her.

"What? Will that work?"

She rubbed the tips of her fingers against her thumb, glancing to the fire in front of them, the memory of passing a tiny hand through flame.

"I don't know, Troy. But we could try."

He grabbed her hand before she could react, screwing his eyes shut as he pushed.

Something happened, she felt winded for just a second, something moved inside her chest and she gripped his hand tighter, grabbing his wrist with her right and squeezing as she focused and pulled.

The screeching wail filled both their minds like warning sirens, voices over voices in octaves that pitched madly, and the twins grimaced in pain as he opened everything inside him and she desperately tried to drag it outwards, but nothing happened.

Nothing.

He gasped out a pained breath as he pulled his hand away and started to cry, crackly voice-breaking whines that fell into desperate sobs as she wrapped her arms around him and shushed into the black of his hair.

"Its ok Troy, we'll be ok."

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The third time they were 26, and he had her pinned against the wall of her personal ship, monstrous prosthetic claws digging into the hull panel beside her head.

She scratched blindly at his forearm as it pressured against her chest, spitting venom at him as he roared in her face to stop LYING TO HIM ALL THE TIME.

That he knew what she'd been doing, the same thing she always did when she thought anyone else was threatening how much time he gave her. That his friends DID like him, they did, they weren't feigning caring about him, they weren't manipulating him to get something, they weren't.

That she was wrong, as she kicked against his shins and snarled up into the rage in his face, that she just didn't get it, because what the fuck would SHE know about KINDNESS???

Her fingernails bit into the muscle of his forearm as she leeched him, the thing inside her screaming at her mind to punish him, to show him who had the real power in their rivalry. To make him beg for forgiveness.

She pulled with such force, such intense fury, that his words were drowned out by the swell of blood in her ears... and nothing happened.

Nothing.

She hated him so intensely, hated what he'd taken from her, that she didn't stop the crushing effort of the pull against his immovable barrier till she felt a vessel in her eye burst, and he choked, stepping away from her in shock.

She panted against the wall, palms burning as he whispered in apology. As her twin stuttered that he was sorry, while blood from the nail punctures dribbled down his forearm. That it was an accident and he didn't know he was pushing against her that hard, that he hadn't meant to hurt her.. as he asked if she was ok.

She slapped him so hard that she heard a crunch.

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The fourth time they were 29, and he was renouncing her.

It was in desperation as she felt it flow into him so effortlessly that it was almost like it wanted to escape her soul, dragging ice from her fingertips through her spine as he leeched her power from the tomb of her core. A final, sad attempt to defy Troy, to pull back feebly against that wall of his inner self as she realised in panic that there was no one left to stop him.

That no devout was coming to help their Queen, all rallied under his banner now.

That no loyalty remained to the Vault Mother, and she'd been the architect of her own fall from grace. That Tyreen had destroyed the goddess she built from scratch... and as she began to lose consciousness, there was a flutter at the back of her mind that was so glad.

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I’m sorry... ch.4 (Final chapter unless I decide there’s an epilogue)

A/N: woooo! Finally chapter of this mini series! I want to write an epilogue but uh...I don’t think I will since after this it will just be OC. Anywho, thank you so much for reading!!!

Warnings: traumatic birth, violence, death, angst, fluff

Pairings: General Hux x Reader and Kylo Ren x Reader

Y/N sighed as she looked out the window into the world beyond her. She was alone in her and Kylo's quarters; only the sound of the refrigerator could be heard and the wind outside rattling the windows. She was watching the world outside to pass the time, what else could she do? Armitage had sent her to her quarters and wouldn't explain why.

"Just stay there until either I or Ren come get you" he said. His face was paler than usual and he looked afraid. Terrified. What was going on?

And where was her husband?

Ben.

Y/N looked around the room, alarmed her eyes wide with fear looking at the door as if Ben was going to come bursting through the door at any moment. A kick coming from her womb broke silenced her thoughts, she looked down at her swollen belly and caressed it.

"I know," she whispered "I miss him too but I don't know where he is little one." The baby kicked again then three more times, moving inside her. She suddenly felt a jolt of pain coming from her abdomen, it caught her by surprise and she jumped slightly at this. Y/N frowned and the pain returned again this time more intense, she gripped her hands to the window seal when she felt warmth rushing down her legs. Y/N lifted her dress and a big puddle of fluid lay on the floor. Another pain seized her this time more intense than the last two. She did her best to keep her breaths even as she looked around for her husband's data pad.

"Oh gods please help me!" She rummaged through his things on the coffee table scattering books and papers on to the floor. Tears blurred her sight as she practically tore the place apart. Another contraction hit her much harder dropping her to her knees, she placed a hand on her belly and cried out in pain. This pain was worse than menstrual cramps, a thousands times worse it felt like she was being ripped in half. Where was he when she needed him?! She screamed again louder, loud enough for someone to hear her. Anyone. She could already feel the child practically ripping her in half.

During Rey and Kylo's fight against the guards, Armitage managed to escape the scene unharmed. He was leaving for good and taking Y/N back to her father in the Resistance. He didn't care if he was going to be arrested; Ren had other plans now and Y/N seemed to not be part of them. When he arrived at her quarters he was about to knock on the door when he heard a scream coming from the other side.

It was her.

He punched in the code to open the door and the sight before him nearly made the Great General Armitage Hux break. Y/N was covered from the waist down in her own blood, hunched over the sofa, a puddle of blood oozed around her. It looked like a murder scene to him. When she saw him she started to cry. He immediately went to her and cupped her face with his hands, "Don't speak my love, don't speak, everything is going to be alright" he kissed her cheek lovingly. He noticed tears were in her eyes, her breathing slowing down.

"just take me to the medical center, Tij. I'm dying..." she whispered between gasps. Armitage swallowed back a sob and picked her up bridal style and carried her away to the medical center. He didn't notice the bloody trail left behind.

"Push love you're almost there!"

Y/N screamed in agony as the pain inside her spread through her like wildfire but she pushed anyways. Armitage held her hand and watched in horror as the bedsheets underneath her went from a snow white color to a crimson hell. Her beautiful peach dress was soiled in the angry red color and her dear face was damp with sweat. Y/N gripped the hospital bed as she pushed as hard as she could before flopping back on the bed still screaming. Blood dripped out of her like a faucet. She was hemorrhaging badly. Armitage tried hard not to cringe at her pain but he couldn't help it, the love of his life was in agony and he couldn't do anything about it. The droid at the other end couldn't do anything either but wait for the baby to come out.

It was just her and her pain.

Y/N gave one finally scream when the droid was holding something. Something red and slimy with kicking feet. And a small voice that opened up to a wail. A tiny, tiny voice. While the baby was being cleaned up, Armitage could see it was a boy. A wave of relief washed over him, it was finally over and Y/N would return to her father with her son beside her. The baby boy was wrapped in the softest wool blanket he had ever seen and taken to his mother.

The droid handed the baby over to Armitage, who gladly took it and lowered the child so a dying Y/N could see. He had a head full of black hair and Armitage could already tell he was Kylo Ren's exact copy.

"It's a fine boy" he said in a low tone, "Pick a name for him, love."

Her voice was barely audible now. Her weakness was taking over but she managed a small smile at her son. "Kes. Kes Han Solo" she said. Armitage was confused at this, "Solo? No Ren?"

"Promise me," she whispered fiercely holding on to the baby's tiny hand, "Promise me my son won't be raised to be like my husband."

Tears started to form in his eyes. She continued, "Promise me my son won't be raised in the hands on the First Order. In the hands of Kylo Ren." He stroked her hair softly her, soothing her during her final moments.

"I promise, my love. I promise you."

Her eyes were pleading, "Take me back to my father. Tell him I love him and I'm sorry for all the pain I've caused" Hux's bottom lip trembled but he refused to let go of his tears.

"Take my son to my father Tij...."

The darkness was finally taking her, "Tij...there's still good in him..." she looked at her son one last time with a weak smile on her lips and closed her eyes forever. This time he didn't stop the tears from coming. They rolled down his face and on to hers; even in her death she looked so beautiful. He knew she had found peace in her eternal slumber; nothing hurt anymore, her heart was no longer broken by the man she once loved, no more worries. Sobs shook his entire body, a scream built up in his throats and he let it out. He lost her for good now.

Everything he did was for her and he didn't understand why fate had to take her away. She was so young and beautiful then she birthed his enemy's son.

He looked down at the baby; it was mewling away in his arms. Remembering his father, Hux knew Rose was right; her son couldn't be raised in the hands of the First Order. She wanted a different story for him, a different life. A place where he wouldn't be raised in the dark side or an angry man. She was right and he was keeping her promise.

The door to the labor room hissed open and he could hear Ren come in. His back was turned to him, Kylo couldn't see his wife's body but he could see the bloody pool surrounding Hux's boots.

"Where is she General?" His voice was full of suspicion.

He didn't answer instead he was crying silently.

"Hux..." Kylo said and stepped closer to him "Where is my wife?" Instead of answering he stepped away from her body.

Kylo lost it; he ran to her almost slipping in the blood on the floor. "My love..." he choked "my love please wake up....please wake up I'm here now" he started to cry, loudly. Loud enough for the entire medical center to hear him. "Wake up and tell me you're not leaving me...please don't me leave me I can't do this on my own, please" Hux didn't say anything but watched as his rival lost his sanity. Kylo screamed into the night, he took out his light saber igniting it and began to tear the room apart sending red angry sparks everywhere. To Hux, this was pathetic. He lost the girl he truly loved and begged for her attention only for her focus to be placed on a man that hardly looked at her anymore. Kylo knew that he was the reason she was no longer alive and he couldn't do anything but cradle her body and cry. Cry like he never did before.

Hux noticed Rey watching the entire scene go on before her and he stepped outside with the baby still in his arms. There was a moment of silence between them. He was sure that she had never imagined the great Kylo Ren to loose his mind; he had to admit neither did he.

"Her son's name is Kes" he said in a cracked tone, "Kes Han Solo Dameron. Named after his great grandfather and grandfather." Rey's gaze turned to the little bundle in his arms and walked closer to him. She held out her arms and he gladly gave her the baby. "She said she didn't want him to be raised in the hands of Kylo or the First Order. She wanted me to take her body and son to her father in the Resistance..." Rey rocked the baby in her arms never taking her eyes off him, "I'll take them. They'll be in safe hands." Hux gave a curtly nod and looked back at Kylo; he was no longer crying but rocking his wife's body back and forth like a mother putting her child to sleep.

No parent has to see their child's dead body. Every father imagines his daughter lowering his body to the grave not the other way around. When Rey first arrived to the Resistance base, the first thing Poe noticed was his grandchild and after a brief happy reunion he looked behind Rey looking for his daughter. Waiting for her to come out of the Falcon but the look on Rey said it all. He cried, fell to his knees and cursed the gods; he felt guilty for treating her so badly after her mother died. But Rey told him what Hux wanted him to know, that she forgave him and that she was sorry for leaving and causing him great pain. This made him cry even more. To have her body brought back to him was a great relief; he no longer had to wonder where was she buried or where were her ashes thrown. His daughter's funeral was beautiful; there were blue roses everywhere, she was wearing a light teal green dress with chiffon lace, her long h/c hair loose with white flowers on it. That day was warm and sunny to Poe it was perfect; he didn't want his only daughter to be buried on a rainy day adding more gloom to her funeral. Y/N was buried on a hill somewhere, under a fruit tree, with the sun and clouds above her and the rain to wash her clean. It was perfect. Poe was beyond happy when he learned his daughter named his grandson after his father and her father in law, refusing the surname "Ren". Leia, Rey, Rose Tico and Finn all promised he wasn't raising little Kes alone; that he had them.

-15 years later-

Kes Solo sadly watched the snow fall down on to his mother's grave. It had been fifteen long years since her death.

"Here lies Y/N Y/M/N Dameron. Granddaughter, daughter, wife and mother. May the Force be with you" he read aloud. The wind blew and he could almost feel his mother's hand caressing his cheek. He came to see her almost every day since as long as he could remember, always bringing her flowers or a peach because he was told that was her favorite fruit. This time he brought her hot chocolate to fight against the cold winter afternoon. Through the Force he sensed his papa walking towards him. Before he could speak Kes said, "He's not my father you know," he was referring to Kylo. Poe sighed defeatedly but Kes continued to speak, "I don't have 'Ren' at the end of my name. It's Solo Dameron; son of Ben Solo and Y/N Dameron not Kylo Ren." Over the years Kes, grew an intense hatred towards his father, bowing to kill him for ruining his mother and killing his grandfather and many innocent lives to stay in the Dark Side. He was often told he looked like his father which to he replied that he had no father; that he died when his mother died. Ben Solo was no more and he wasn't going to accept Kylo Ren into his life.

Poe rested a hand on his grandson's shoulder, "So do you want to be a Jedi like your mother and father?" Kes shrugged, “Maybe. Uncle Luke says I’m already a pro but I also want to become a pilot like you or a General like my grandma. And when I do I'm going to bring peace and justice to the galaxy like it's supposed to be." Poe smiled softly at his grandson and ruffled his hair, "You remind me of your mom, Kes."

The boy looked down at his mother, "She was beautiful wasn't she? And kind..." he muttered. Poe nodded agreeing with Kes, "Yes she was pal. Now," he patted Kes's shoulder and said "let's go home kid. Grandma Leia invited us over for dinner." Kes nodded and his grandfather began to walk away, leaving him alone once again. Through the trees and the snow, standing a few yards away from his mother’s grave was the man himself. Kes sensed him staring but he ignored him. The boy knew Kylo wanted talk to talk to him, Kes wanted nothing to do with that man. He kissed his mother’s grave one last time and ran after his grandpa.

Somewhere above the clouds and into the galaxy, Kylo watched his son through holograms. His heart shattered every time Kes refused him through the Force bond they shared. Locking the door in his face or running away from him as soon as he spotted him. Hux watched him, satisfaction running through his veins.

"You deserve it. You deserve being torn apart by your own blood" he sneered at Kylo.

The Supreme Leader huffed and said, "You were a damn fool to listen to her. I should be training my son...at least a piece of his mother would still be with me."

"Yes, but I think this is the reason why she wanted a better life for him. Your boy doesn't even want to talk to you, he's aware of who you are and what you've done." Hux earned a glare from Kylo. The Supreme Leader turned his attention back to the hologram this time Hux joined him. They both watched the boy train with his mother's white lightsaber breaking a vase in the process. Both men chuckled.

"He looks like you Ren" Hux said quietly. Kylo sighed and nodded, "Yes but he has her spirit" he was referring to Y/N.

"That fire inside him...isn't mine. This fire is more intense, stronger, bolder than mine. His light will never die. It's the spark of it all."

Kes was now being scolded by his grandmama for breaking the vase. She pointed a finger at him angrily while he cleaned up his mess. His dark curls covered his face so Kylo wouldn't see. He did that often knowing his father was watching and didn't want him to his disgruntled face.

"He'll have to forgive me one day..."

Maybe he would but for now, Kylo would do everything to bring his son back.

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