#sister ignatius………………

[dlsintegration]

Lambs of God actually craziest show ever oh my god.

[midnight-mess]

Ok, WHERE IS THE IWTV FANDOM THAT IS NOT TALKING ABOUT LAMBS OF GOD?!?

You guys. You don’t understand. I just watched this miniseries, it’s only 4 episodes. But you have no idea what you are missing.

WHY HAVEN’T ANYONE WATCHED THIS

Sam is a priest. We have priest Lestat guys. There are witchy nuns. I repeat, WITCHY NUNS. He almost dies several times, but somehow he’s always surviving lol He wears a cassock. Yes, I’m talking to you Midnight Mass-ITWV people. Hot priest wearing a cassock. ALERT, ALERT. He’s also wearing very few clothes in lots of the scenes. Do whatever you wish with this information.

Does it have heavy themes as abuse, racism, church doing bad things? Yes. It does, but the stories of the characters are really good. Priest Sam has a sister in it and she’s freaking badass. We love Frankie in this house ❤️

You might not like the religious aspect of it (they are, in the end, Catholic nuns so you know, they are faithful to God and all of that). But trust me, you’re in for a treat if you like Catholics being naughty (in every sense), hot priests, women bonding and, of course Sam Reid - who is, by the way, phenomenal. Not that we didn’t know already that he’s an amazing actor, but seeing him doing other characters just as well as he does Lestat only proves the point that he is, indeed, THAT GOOD.

So yeah. Go watch it. After that, go write some fics. Post the fics. Let me know when you post the fics. Thank you.

[warpedwings]

Misha Collins and Jensen Ackles through the years before Supernatural.

1994

Misha in University of Chicago yearbook. [Front Left]

Jensen on cover of Boy Scouts catalog. [Back Left]

2005 2004 2003 2002 2001 2000 1999 1998 1997 1996 1995 1992 1991 1990 1987/1989 1985 1982 1978

[mostlikelyshutup]

oh my god evil should have ended witht hem all living in the bouchard house like a big happy family solving crimes

[evilcentral]

EVIL, S04E04 How to Build a Coffin

+bonus

[probablynottola]

Lambs of God is a story where Sam Reid plays a character who is too catholic to realise she's a trans lesbian and is physically, psychologically and sexually tortured into cracking her egg

[hitchell-mope]

Still a brilliant movie

[fieriframes]

[Feast days, Sister Ignatius, headmistress, read aloud.]

[butterfliessonata]

Lambs of God Fan Video - Uninvited

Watch on Vimeo

[thelostrainbowthenovel]

Perception With The In-Laws

I feel like I've talked quite a bit here-and-there about Brooke's relationship with Nate's family, and/or their perception of him, but I've never really talked about the reverse. That being, Nate's relationship with Brooke's family, and their perceptions about him. Since I've had some ideas floating around in my head about that, kind of in a way going along with my ideas for a future happy and functional Alagona family, here is a post to explore that more! Plus with the current/updated ideas for Brooke and the Von Brandts. I hope you enjoy!

((Just going to do these by the individual family members to make things simple))

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- Brooke + the Von Brandts

. Vulcan: At first, Vulcan wasn't too fond of him, sharing the common thought of the Mareasian royal court that he was troublesome. This attitude mainly is from the time Brooke was a child, partly from his grievances with his parents, but also from finding out about the rivalry between him and his eldest son. Their interactions were limited back then as Brooke did not get too involved in conference meetings or major royal matters till he was a teenager, so positive progress between them was slow. It was not till Brooke was an older teen did things start to change, as by that point not only had he become genuine friends with Nate, but he had also started working on making a good impression of himself after learning more about why he struggled so much as a child(both his mental health disorders + his adhd). Brooke never got to interact with the other rulers much when he was younger so he didn't have many thoughts on Vulcan other than finding him intimidating, but as he started getting more involved in royal matters and conferences, and closer to Nate, he knew he wanted to do whatever he could to make both Nate's parents like him. In time, things improve to the point that Vulcan genuinely thinks of Brooke as a good person and enjoys conversing with him, particularly for his enthusiasm about learning more about Feorian culture and his generally care-free attitude being a rarity in Feor.

. Soleil: Soleil shared similar sentiments as her husband at first, but warmed up to Brooke quicker than him. She did not like how teasing he was to Nate when they were children, with their rivalry reminding her too much of how she does not like or get along with Arethusa and Lian. She was the first between her and her husband to pick up on the shift between their son and Brooke when they were teenagers, but was happy to see both Nate in higher spirits, and seeing what a genuinely good young man Brooke was. As Soleil has come a long way herself in being more expressive and lively, she greatly enjoys Brooke's presence, especially with him bringing a more "fun" energy than the normally serious one in the Feorian palace and royal court. On Brooke's end, he always found her a bit more approachable than Vulcan, with there being a silent understanding of the other that helps their relationship build. As another part of Soleil's mother's intuition, she was the first to start speculating something "more" was going on between him and Nate when they became adults, noticing first how they would look at each other fondly and seemed to be talking more when at royal functions together. She brought these suspicions up with Vulcan privately, and with the Mareasian-style engagement ring Nate has started wearing recently, this has pretty much given them as close to a confirmation as they can get without Nate telling them anything. As they have both warmed up to Brooke, they would not mind letting him into their family, though are patiently waiting for Nate to tell them everything himself.

. Hestia: Easily the one he has the best relationship with, outside of the fact she is also the one he has interacted with the most. They were always quite friendly with each other even before the events of the main story, though Tia was initially wary of him as she knew him to be her older brother's childhood rival for the longest time before finding out that they became friends. Though it was a slow process to get her to warm up to him, Brooke was patient and always made it a point to engage in friendly conversation with her, with him being so happy once she finally does. When they do get to know each other better, they are relieved to find that they actually have a few things in common, such as both of them being neurodivergent. With Tia's special interest in pirates and Mareasian history in general, she always looked forward to getting to talk to him during conference meetings and asking him all the questions she has from her readings without the fear of judgement. She just finds him so cool to talk to, and he in turn finds her excitability so charming, happily indulging in her ideas and plans whenever she is in Mareas. Their relationship does get more tense during the main adventure after the secret of his and Nate's relationship gets out, as things get awkward and Tia becomes unsure of how to interact with him as she processes all of their history together, but eventually they come to an understanding of each other and become good friends. She is happy seeing how much he makes her brother happy, and sees him like her "big brother-in-law" even before him and Nate get officially married in the future.

. Flint: Their relationship starts off a little hesitantly at first, mainly on Flint's end. Though they always had opportunities to interact before, they just never took the time to truly get to know each other better outside of brief greetings. Since Flint is at an age where he is mostly preoccupied with his own interests and aspirations, he is not the most aware or privy to what his older siblings get up to or the connections they have outside of Feor. So, when his older brother gets outed and his relationship gets revealed, Flint doesn't know what to think. This mostly comes from the fact that he had no sort of inkling or hint to it at all, that while he does love and support his brother, he's still a little confused and takes his time to warm up to the situation. On Brooke's end, he just wants to make a good impression and get along with all of his in-laws. After enough time of him living in Feor and getting closer to both Nate and the other family, Flint eases up a lot more to see Brooke as another "older brother" figure, and loves bonding with him over hand-to-hand combat as they both specialize in that than magic or weapon-based fighting.

. Ashton: Since Ash is so young, Brooke has not had any meaningful or substantial interactions with him before. The few times their respective families have been at the same event together, Ash was either being watched by his mother or royal nanny away from everyone else, or had already been put to bed, so anytime they had gotten to see each other was very brief. Though as that is, they come to have a pretty good relationship. As Ash is mostly a happy and excitable toddler right now, and Brooke loves kids, they have a fun and happy energy when they are together. Ash always ropes Brooke into playing with him, which Brooke is more than happy to as his happiness is infectious to him and never fails to brighten his day.

- Nate + the Alagonas

. Arethusa: Their relationship has always been complicated. Like with all the other royals and especially rulers, Nate does his best to be cordial and respectful, as he wants to establish good relations before he becomes king someday. This is especially true with the Mareasian royals, as it was always a goal of his to strengthen the relations between their kingdoms. With Arethusa, he can respect her dedication to her role as queen, though he does not care for her harshness. It comes out in bites at times, with her other times acting kind of indifferent and distant, so he is always on guard and careful when interacting with her. Part of this also comes from hearing what she was like as a mother from Brooke, as even if she has mellowed out a little bit in recent years, that still does not erase all the coldness and stress she has placed with all of her children. On Arethusa's end, though she has never admit it before, she secretly admires Nate's own dedication to his role, and how adamant he is in wanting to improve relations. She still has a ways to go before showing a warmer side, but there have been small signs of her opening up more already.

. Lian: The one he has the most complicated relationship with. Since Lian is not at all invested in either his children's lives or his royal duties, any interactions they have had in the past were very brief and limited to a respectful but begrudging acknowledgement. Nate tries to remain civil, both to keep up appearances and because of his goal of strengthening the relationship between their respective kingdoms, but truthfully he never liked Lian. Half of it comes from hearing how awful he is from Brooke and seeing that reflected during their few brief interactions, but also for how apathetic and callous he seems, as his only interests are for what makes his life easier or benefits himself. After the fiasco that was Nate and Brooke's being outed, any lingering politeness is thrown out the window once Nate hears of the prejudiced things Lian had to say about the situation, with him being silently glad and thankful when Lian eventually leaves the family.

. Meredith: The one he has the most positive relationship with. Both being crowned heirs, Nate has interacted with her the most, both in and outside of royal matters. They always had a cordial relationship, as they hold a mutual respect for each other and share a lot of the same goals. Those goals being wanting to strengthen the relationship between their respective kingdoms, creating more opportunities for them to work together and get along, and change some of the laws that are preventing their people from living their authentic lives. Since they have worked so closely together, some people in the past have made rumors of something 'deeper' going on between the two, but they are nothing more than good friends. With Mere being one of the first people that are told about Nate and Brooke's relationship, Nate does feel more at ease sharing about it with her, even going to her for advice at times on how to make Brooke's life more special(or to gossip, he deserves it since Brooke does so about him with Hestia).

. Murphy: Nate has not had many interactions with Murphy before. There is the considerable age gap at play, with Murphy spending most of his time with other children or a trusted adult when their respective kingdoms are at the same royal event. Murphy is also pretty anxious and awkward around most people, so most of the time he stays close to his family's side instead of interacting with the other royals. Any interactions they have had are brief, but Nate does feel a great amount of sympathy and patience for him, as he is an introvert himself and understands his preference for interacting mostly with close people. Despite their awkwardness and hesitance at times, Murphy slowly eases up enough to approach and talk to Nate, thanks mainly to Brooke talking so much about him, and Nate in return is happy to see him opening up more and them finally being able to bond a little bit.

[life-imitates-art-far-more]

Thomas Gainsborough (1727-1788) "Ignatius Sancho" (1768) Oil on canvas Located in the National Gallery of Canada, Ottawa, Canada Charles Ignatius Sancho (c. 1729 – 14 December 1780) was a British abolitionist, writer and composer.

Believed to have been born on a British slave ship in the Atlantic, Sancho was sold by the British slave traders into slavery in the Spanish Viceroyalty New Granada. After his parents died, Sancho's owner took the two-year-old orphan to Britain and gave him to three sisters living in Greenwich, where he remained for eighteen years. Unable to bear being a servant to them, Sancho ran away to the Montagu House in Blackheath, London where John Montagu, 2nd Duke of Montagu taught him how to read and encouraged Sancho's budding interest in literature. After spending some time as a butler in the household, Sancho left and started his own business as a shopkeeper, while also starting to write and publish various essays, plays and books.

Sancho quickly became involved in the nascent British abolitionist movement, which sought to outlaw both the slave trade and the institution of slavery itself, and he became one of its most devoted supporters. Sancho's status as a property-owner meant he was legally qualified to vote in a general election, a right he exercised in 1774 and 1780, becoming the second known British African to have voted in Britain after John London. Gaining fame in Britain as "the extraordinary Negro", Sancho became, to British abolitionists, a symbol of the humanity of Africans and the immorality of the slave trade and slavery. Sancho died in 1780. The Letters of the Late Ignatius Sancho, an African, edited and published two years after his death, are the first published letter collection by a writer of African descent

[wolfythewitch]

WOLFY U GOTTA GET INTO THE SAINTS. ST IGNATIUS GOT HIS LEG BLOWN OFF BY A CANNONBALL THEN GOT SO BORED HE TURNED CATHOLIC. ST BERNADETTE HAD VISIONS THAT TOLD HER TO EAT DIRT AND DIG A HOLE IN THE GROUND AND SHE CREATED A SPRING IN LOURDES THAT ACTUALLY WORKED SEVENTY FUCKING TIMES. ST OLGA OF KIEV'S HUSBAND DIED AND INSTEAD OF LETTING HER LAND BE TAKEN OVER THROUGH MARRIAGE SHE BURNED AND BURIED EMENY MESSENGERS ALIVE. JOAN OF ARC. JUST JOAN OF ARC. ST AUGUSTINE WAS JUST A SHITTY EMO KID AND HIS MOM ST MONICA WAS SOSO TIRED OF HIM. ST BENEDICT'S SISTER ST SCHOLASTICA WILLED IT TO RAIN SO HE WOULD BE FORCED TO SPEND THE LAST FEW DAYS OF HER LIFE WITH HER AND NOW IT RAINS ON HER FEAST DAY EVERY YEAR. THE SAINTS ARE SOOO FUCKING COOL U WOULD EAT THIS SHIT UP

Oh haha I know the first one! They taught us about him at school

[wisteria-lodge]

I'm reading your asks about the kids names I was wondering but why did you say that James should've been used as a middle instead of first name? Why though? I mean if Sirius and Lily are allowed as first names why is James better suited for the middle name? Even tho all of them still is based from a dead relative

It seems like pretty standard wizard naming convention to give first children, especially first sons, their parent's name as a middle name.

Harry James Potter

Draco Lucius Malfoy

William Arthur Weasley

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore

Ginevra Molly Weasley

So then the question is - what about second and third (and forth...) children? We have less data on that, but we still have:

Percy Ignatius Weasley - The Ignatius Prewett on the Black family tree is almost certainly Percy's maternal grandfather.

Regulus Arcturus Black - Arcturus is Regulus' paternal grandfather

Tom Marvolo Riddle - Marvolo is Tom's maternal grandfather (Merope broke tradition a little bit here, presumably in a last ditch attempt to get Tom Sr. to acknowledge his son.)

Ronald Bilius Weasley - Billius is Ron's uncle

So I think it makes a lot of sense that in this universe, when it comes to middle names, the normal pattern is this:

First male child = named after father

First female child = named after mother

Second male child = named after (paternal?) grandfather

Second female child = named after (paternal?) grandmother

Third male child = named after (maternal?) grandfather

Third female child = named after (maternal?) grandmother

Fourth male child = named after uncle

Fourth female child = named after aunt

Which fits with the Weasleys, who would be:

William Arthur Weasley

Charlie/Charles Septimus Weasley [assuming that Arthur's father is the Septimus Weasley who married Cedrella Black]

Percy Ignatius Weasley

Fred Fabian Weasley

George Gideon Weasley

Ronald Bilius Weasley

Ginevra Molly Weasley

It would also make the Black brothers Sirius Orion Black and Regulus Arcturus Black. Also, following this pattern - the Black sisters would be Bellatrix Druella Black, Andromeda Irma Black... and presumably Narcissa is named after her grandmother on the Rosier side. Just kinda fun to have a way to figure this stuff out.

I do think that Harry and Ginny would be inclined to stick to a tradition like this. Harry would use his own name as his first son's middle name, his father's name as his second son's middle name, and... since it seems like they decided to stop at three kids, they break pattern a little to get Lily in there. I'm thinking Ginny would want her daughter to share a name with her... especially because naming her after *Luna* seems like it would sort of imply that Luna is her mother.

(and Albus Severus sort of implies that Snape is Harry's *father,* which is another problem with that name)

I think that, knowing what we know about the characters and the world, it would have made more sense if Harry and Ginny had named their kids:

Frederick Harry Potter (or Sirius Harry Potter, if George wasn't okay with that choice)

Sirius James Potter (Or Albus James Potter)

Lily Ginevra Potter

Although here are some some fun naming options I would really love the Epilogue couples to consider.

[remembrancer-of-heresy]

Tenderness

AU Reverse Therapy

Previous Part: Peaceful Sleep, Next Part: Feast

Summary: Red corsairs find it harder to keep their desires while the girl becomes attached to them.

Pairing: Chaos!Lamenter/fem!OC/Chaos!Flesh Tearer

Characters: Malina (fem!OC), Luka The Angel (OC Chaos Lamenter), Virgil (OC Chaos Flesh Tearer)

Warnings: yandere, violence, cannibalism, stolkhom syndrome, somnophilia

Word count: 3056

Author's note: Suddenly I realized that if I had written Feast, it would have been a very choppy and quick ending to "Malina's assimilation". So that's how this part was born. And I must say, I'm glad I wrote it first.

Song: London After Midnight - The Bondage Song (Unchained Mix)

Tag List: @kit-williams, @druidwolf21

“I saw Him bestow His blessing upon His servants. Shining like a slashing sword. Bright as the vivid sun. They were gifted with His love and will. And the faithful servants rose from their knees, they abandoned their fear. And turned their weapons against His enemies. The battle was not yet over. Humanity will live. And it will fight for its Emperor.”

“It’s… so beautiful.” - all Luka could whisper, unable to stop looking at his Malina.

How delicately she held the book, how tenderly she whispered the stupid sermons of a stupid old man. How her lips, enchanting lips, moved. How she had to pause and her pink tongue gently outlined the flesh. And her face almost glowed.

He wants her. He wants her so much. Always. All the time. All eternity.

“Yes, the sermons of Saint Ignatius are my favorite.” - the naive girl smiled happily, not understanding that the man was not talking about them at all. - “Unfortunately, I didn’t have a personal book at home, I had to listen to them in church. But thanks to you, Luka,  I finally have one. Thank you.”

“Y-your welcome.” - the man hesitated awkwardly, trying not to blush. If his dear love continued to praise him, then he would have to leave the quarters as soon as possible. He had few ways to calm down. Most often, he had to use his hand.

Well, and last time, due to an excess of emotions (she, with tears in her eyes, kissed him on the cheek with joy when he gave her this stupid book!), he had to go to the lower levels and eat a child. It was delicious, but Luka loved children and therefore cried for a long time after eating. But then he was able to pull himself together and go back. To find his beauty sitting on his bed and waiting for him.

She wanted to read to him. To him~

“There was no point in learning to read on the agri-world, but I had a very smart uncle.” - the girl whispered, involuntarily remembering the past. - “Apart from Ignatius’s sermons, I adored the romance novel about the Sister of Battle and the guardsman. To tell the truth, it was banned for obvious reasons, but my uncle managed to get a copy. Huh, only now do I realize that we behaved like heretics.”

Luka just laughed at this story. It’s even a pity that they almost mowed down half the population of her home world. Judging by the girl’s stories, they were not fanatics at all.

After all, maybe he lied to Malina that he served the Imperium. But the fact that he saved her was not a lie. She is a young girl dreaming of a beautiful and pure love (and she will get it with him). But the bastards from the Inquisition would have burned her alive even for this innocent desire.

They never listen. Never try to compromise, to forgive those who stumbled. To forgive those who did not even break the law. Who simply wanted to survive and used all the resources, even if they were still alive and begged him not to do it. But the Imperium itself says that everyone must carry out their duty. And Luka was the best in his squad, he should have survived.

His brothers ended up in his stomach for a reason. It was their duty.

"But in my defense, I skipped the raunchiest parts." - The girl giggled, clutching the book to her before jerking it away. - "Oh, I guess that's not something I should talk about while reading Saint Ignatius."

Naive, sweet, gentle Malina. Only his, his love, his salvation. His angel~

“Saint Ignatius?” Virgil suddenly entered the room, abruptly interrupting their wonderful solitude with a question. Confusion was written on his face.

“Yes, Saint Ignatius. His sermons were often held in my church. He valued peace more, but also participated in battles. They say he died an honorable death in one of the battles near Milestorm. Or rather, he disappeared, but our clergy are sure that if he is not fighting, then he is feasting near the God-Emperor.”

Vergil, who was listening attentively to the girl, stood for some time with a thoughtful expression on his face. Before bursting out laughing. Luka thought about shutting the freak up, but changed his mind as soon as the frightened Malina pressed herself against him. Yes, that’s better, closer…

“Good propaganda in the Imperium. Or rather, good training.” - the man smiled sarcastically before lying down on the bed. He was still laughing. - "Feasting near the God-Emperor."

It was really funny. And Luka wanted to laugh too and even go tell the crew about the noble fighter Ignatius. But the look of the upset girl stopped him. The lamenter slowly ran his hand through the girl's dark hair. She immediately looked at him.

He wanted to devour her.

"Do you want to pray?"

Malina prayed. Luka told her that he did it silently. Since he had something to say to the Corpse on Throne (for example, that chemotherapy of the Astartes was the most idiotic decision and his former brothers are pathetic). But he just watched the girl with her eyes closed, pressing her hands to her forehead.

"Sure," - a soft, trusting smile blossomed on her lips.

He loves her so much.

***

Baphomet was disappointed when Virgil asked him for a safe sleeping pill. Not the kind that makes the victim have nightmares and make their eyes pop out of their sockets. Not a drug that makes the flesh boil like meat on burning oil.

He had to explain for a very long time what he wanted. But the main thing is that the disappointed apothecary still gave him the remedy he needed, which the girl took along with the fruit drink. And looking at how soundly she was sleeping, the man understands that his suffering in the stuffy office was worth it.

Malina was quietly snoring, burying her face in her soft pillow. Her eyelashes were gently trembling. Saliva was almost ready to fall from her lips. Virgil wanted to get it out. Which he probably did when he stuck his black tongue into her pink mouth.

Luka insisted that they not touch Malina ahead of time. To give her time to assimilate, get used to the new home, get used to them. She is not a temporary pleasure, she will be with them forever. And if earlier Virgil reluctantly endured, now he himself was ready to wait. The girl is either a psyker or a saint of the Corpse on the Throne, she was able to awaken tender feelings in him.

But while she sleeps, the space marine could at least indulge himself a little. He did not penetrate her, did not even use her tights. He just looked. This was the first time he decided to use her mouth. Apparently, the leader's words excited him too much.

“The next target is the forge world of Hephaestus-VI. Huron Blackheart intends to get as many weapons as possible and is not averse to reining in the Imperials. Two in one. The battle will be hard, but that's part of the fun, isn't it?”

The laughter that followed throughout the war hall confirmed his words.

“And then we will have a feast.”

A feast. A feast. Rivers of blood and meat, moans and cries of supplication, excesses and temptations, a reward after no less delightful slaughter, genocide. All this was soon awaiting him. And Bacchus, pleased with a slightly calmer Virgil and finally controlled Luka, not only allowed him to take the second one with him (Luka was glad like a child). But also allowed him to take Malina.

“I would never have believed in my life that all you two need is a wet cunt.”

No. Virgil and Luka only needed Malina. Although he would never say this out loud while everyone was awake. Only when they were asleep, when they became vulnerable. Only then could Virgil give free rein to his hidden feelings.

The quiet moan that escaped the lips of the sleeping girl sent shivers down the man's spine. He was too carried away. The man stuck his mouth out, allowing the girl to gulp air before attacking her lips again.

Licking her teeth clean and sucking in the saliva that had collected in his mouth. Playing with the limp tongue that was not only unable to resist, but even able to keep up with him. He just wanted to devour her.

Virgil, restraining himself from pushing his tongue further down her throat, sucked on the girl's lips, swollen from kisses. Enjoying that she was in his hands. Enjoying control. Dominance. Her submission and quietness.

Malina doesn't even realize what kind of monster is sitting above her. What it's doing to her body. That it's ready to tear apart anyone who dares to offend her. That he needed nothing but her beating red heart under her ribs.

Delicious, tasty little mortal. And all his.

"And what are you doing with her?"

Almost all his.

“Are you blind or do you need an explanation of what grown men do with pretty girls?” the furious traitor hissed. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to take her, I’m not an idiot. But there was no talk of kissing.”

“Too much. She’ll find out.” Luka’s blue eyes glittered furiously. His pupils almost disappeared when he looked at her reddened lips. Virgil almost cringed. Crazy bastard.

“Just tell her it’s all about the fruit drink and she’ll believe it.” Virgil relaxed as he saw Luka calm down. “Hah, and I almost thought you were worried about me stealing her first kiss. Do you really not love her as much as you said?”

The silence that followed the question and the scarlet cheeks were the best answer.

“Well, well, and he's accusing me.” - the man scratched his bald head irritably, trying to hide his disappointment in everything concerning Malina. The first one would always be the lamenter. - “And when?”

“When we brought her to the ship. I pecked her.” - Luka shrugged his shoulders as if nothing had happened.

“But I had a tongue!” - boyish joy almost overwhelmed the former flesh tearer, but quickly dissipated.

“I didn’t want to rush things on the first day. With the tongue, it was on the seventh night.” - the boy’s pale, freckled face turned red like a tomato, and his eyes sparkled. - “It lasted two seconds, but it was magical.”

A cheeky, cunning, stupid puppy. He made up the rules himself, but still breaks them. And yet, Bacchus was right. Only with the appearance of Malina did Luka become more manageable. If before he was simply the best warrior, now he got the opportunity not only to be the first to board, but also to enter the main halls of the Feast. Taking the girl away from him would be simply blasphemy in the opinion of the entire crew.

“It doesn’t matter, the first kiss will only count when she’s conscious. Eurydice reported we’ll be arriving on Hephaestus VI soon. And then there’ll be a feast. Bacchus said to bring Malina. Perhaps it’s the perfect time to finally make her ours.”

“Yes… she’ll be mine soon.” Luka whispered almost blessedly, ignoring Virgil. Bastard. So be it. He was only going to touch the girl when she was asleep anyway. No great loss.

For now, they needed to prepare for the massacre.

***

Luka and Virgil had strictly forbidden Malina to leave the quarters. Even on the very first day. But they reminded her of the rules again when they left the ship. As Luka said, Hephaestus-VI was attacked by heretics and they, the faithful servants of the God-Emperor, came to the rescue.

As he says.

The battle promised to last a long time. Therefore, they prepared everything necessary for the girl. If for some reason the operation lasted longer than expected, then she only needed to press a button. And then they would bring her food. The main thing is to hide in the bath.

But as Virgil said, putting the device on the shelf, this would only happen if all the food ran out. And there was enough of it in the quarters to live well and healthy for a whole month. So the girl hoped not to meet other inhabitants of the ship.

Two weeks had already passed.

It was hard to admit, but Malina realized that she missed them. It didn't mean that she wasn't afraid of them. She still was and would be. But over the time she spent with them (a month or two?) she had gotten used to them. They protected her.

Virgil was a monster, but he never dared to hurt her. He hardly spoke to her. If he had dark desires for her, he kept them deep inside. In the darkest night, when she couldn't see him.

And Luka... he loved her. He loved her. He cared for her. And even if Malina knew that the smell of blood followed him. And even if she didn't know his worst side. But she saw his smile. Cute freckles and blue eyes. Blue as the sky of her home world.

They were a new home in every sense of the word.

A sudden crash pulled the girl out of her thoughts. Malina looked at the door with fear. She heard moans and sighs coming from the hallway. But it was not like before. Not those distant screams that haunted her in distant nightmares.

Someone was right behind the door.

She should stay inside. She should hide in the bathtub. Turn on the water and take a shower. Wait for the sounds to fade. Wait for it to go away. But Malina's legs wouldn't obey. She followed the words pouring out of the mouth of... a man? Yes, it was a man.

He sounded like a boy. But old enough to join the army. Old enough and educated enough to know and memorize not just a prayer. But a sermon of the saints. And Malina herself knew that sermon quite well for her status.

It was the sermon of Saint Ignatius.

“And, ah, I saw, I saw the Saint herself. Descended from heaven at His call. And her light f-f-filled me. My soul sang. And I understood that H-His w-will is still, s-still, ah, s-still…”

“Strong,” the girl finished, pressing herself against the door. Malina herself did not notice how she did it.

“Not strong. Hard. Wait. W-what? W-who is there? Y-you here?” - Hearing the girl moan, the man pressed himself harder against the door, judging by the sounds. Scarlet blood slowly seeps over the threshold, forming a tiny puddle. - “Y-you believe in the God-Emperor? They also captured you? Are you safe?”

“Y-yes.” - the captive felt her heart beat with anxiety. But Luke and Virgil continued to play the defenders of the Imperium with her. She had no need to lie, no need.

“Oh, I thought, I-, ah, oh,” the man on the other side of the door was gasping for breath. With every sound he made, he was becoming more and more afraid. Malina realized that the prisoner was looking around. As if he was being followed. - “P-please, open the door for me. I-I was tortured. I-I, d-don’t even know how I c-could get out.”

Malina stared at the huge iron door. At that moment, it looked gigantic. The girl had never felt so small as at that moment. So defenseless. But she was protected. They were taking care of her. She just had to stay inside.

“C-can you hear me? H-help me.” - the man’s voice trembled. He was crying.

“I-I can’t. I can’t.” - the girl whispered, moving away from the gates leading to hell, back to her bed. Maybe this was a test? They wanted to make sure Malina was behaving well? She's good. She's very good, she won't open the door. Mom said not to talk to strangers.

Luke and Virgil will be angry.

"P-please open the door, they're close. P-please." The man was openly crying, weakly knocking on the door.

Sitting down by the bed, the girl only pressed her head closer to her knees, covering her ears. If only not to hear his pleas. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she prayed. But not to the God-Emperor. Not to the forces of Chaos. She just wanted Luka and Virgil to return to her quickly. The boy’s sobs and the girl's were almost in sync. Then the sound of feet was heard. And a nasty human laugh.

"No, no, no. Don't touch me, no. GOD-EMPEROR!"

But the God-Emperor did not answer his prayers. The boy continued to scream as people like him carried him away. All that was left was a pool of blood. And a girl crying in the dark. Who could not save him. Only delay the inevitable.

But she could save herself.

***

"Hey, hey, what happened?" - Luka gently stroked the back of the crying girl, who immediately threw herself into his arms. Not paying attention to his bloody armor from the battle.

Vergil, just like the lamenter, looked at Malina in surprise, clinging to the golden armor. He threw the bag with trophies and gifts for the girl on his bed before starting to take off his armor.

"There was a man here. He said that he served the God-Emperor. He said that he was being tortured by heretics." - The girl, with red eyes from tears, looked at Luka, not noticing his frightened expression. - "I didn't believe him! I didn't open the door. Angel, I was so scared."

The men looked at the poor girl, unable to utter a word. Was this the blessing of the Four Gods or the God-Emperor himself? No. But the red corsairs knew that they were incredibly lucky with Malina. No one would replace her.

"Everything is fine, everything is fine. The bastard has already been taken to prison. You did well not to let him in." - the blond tenderly grinned, stroking the girl's hair. At that moment, he could hardly be called an angel. - "We are proud of you."

"Yes." - Virgil exhaled. - "Good girl."

That day, they restrained themselves and allowed the girl to fall asleep quietly on her bed. The feast was approaching. They could wait a little longer.

[draurer]

I'm very poorly versed in English history, but I can't let go of thoughts about Count Percival x Knight Oliver.

this is going to be a long post, but READ it. I think it's beautiful. sorry in advance to everyone for whom english is not native language.

Percival Ignatius Weasley is the third son of Earl Arthur, who is not an earl himself (I think his title call honourable, but I could be wrong). The Weasley family was once included in the list of the twenty-eight oldest families in England, bearing the titles of the Duchy, but over time, due to external circumstances / unsuccessful marriages / deaths of heirs / loss of lands, it ceased to be close to the king. They have lands, yes, Arthur has a seat in Parliament, but that's not enough.

Percival Ignatius Weasley is a young man who has received a wonderful education and aspires to something more than his family has always had. Different management of lands inherited by him, a profitable marriage, participation in the political life of the country, mutually beneficial relations with other counts, dukes and marquises. Among all his brothers and only sister, he has the biggest ambitions, complemented by a bright mind. His inability to doubt himself will hurt him, but that will be later. He has an analytical mindset and, I repeat, he is smart, and he needs the title of count, which Percy can only get by marrying a member of the count family.

He's also handsome. Really handsome. A tall man with blue eyes and fiery hair, with good manners, polite, not throwing a woman over his shoulder at the first meeting is literally the best choice if you were born in medieval England.

Audrey, the only daughter of her father, the Count, becomes his wife at the age of sixteen.

Oliver Malcolm Wood is the only son of a baron who has decided to dedicate his life to knighthood. He served as a page and squire under the patronage of the Pruet family (let's pretend that Fabion and Gideon did not die), where he became friends with Charles Weasley. Since his youth, he has a good physique, is gifted with strategic thinking and has shown himself well in battle. The main thing is his loyalty to chivalry. His studying of battles, his willingness to learn, his tenacity, his optimism. Oliver is good, but he really blossoms after the age of fourteen, when he grows stronger and turns from a young man into a man. It's impossible not to look at him. It is impossible to look away from him during jousting.

Oliver meets Percy at the age of fourteen, when Charlie invites him to their castle after being ordained a squire. Probably, then the whole life changes a little.

It was a friendship. Initially, only because of the same age, then – because of similar characters and inclinations. Oliver comes with Charlie on rare vacations to Weasley Castle. Percy, -- and only Percy, because Oliver is bad at putting his thoughts on paper, -- writes letters to him, where he tells him about the simplest events of his days, and about his own thoughts, and about plans, and about the assessment of political events in the country, and just about everything.

Oliver teaches Percy how to fight with wooden swords (it turns out badly). Percy tries to get Oliver to learn all the titles, names and coats of arms of noble families (he is surprised when it turns out that Oliver already knows all this, because he is not just a stupid knight).

Oliver starts a fight with the twins (his lords, I remind you) when they intercept Percy's letter for him. Percy gets into this fight too, but not because of the letter.

Oliver attends Percy's wedding and looks at Audrey for a very long time. He probably got sick because he feels bad – his chest hurts, the words scratch his throat and his hands go numb. After being knighted, he still asks the Pruetts to allow him to serve Count Percival Weasley, who managed to expand the lands on his estate by one and a half times in just two years after receiving the title and increase the efficiency of lawsuits on his lands so that neighboring lands can only envy (it seems to me that this is not how it works, lol, but let's omit it).

Oliver becomes really famous during tournaments and entertainment events. He's handsome, no doubt, but he's also talented. And lonely. Do not forget that he is alone. A handsome young knight + regular victories in tournaments + success in hunting + a disarming smile + the opportunity to indulge in fantasies about his place next to such a miracle = admiring rumors and a lot of blushing young girls.

At the same time, his intelligence and dedication to the House of Weasley are bearing fruit – Oliver is a good knight, and yes, he has lost battles, but under his leadership, the army from Percy's lands is proving more successful than anyone could have expected. What expectations can there be from Percy, a count who is completely immersed in judicial and parliamentary proceedings? He's not a fucking warrior. But Oliver is a warrior.

What exists between them is very difficult to explain. It's a strong bond, absolutely mutual understanding, and knowledge of each other. Loyalty. Anxiety for each other. Oliver goes after Percy when he chooses the wrong side during political conflicts, defends his name (you can throw parsnips at him, Ginevra, but you can't insult him out loud). Percy doesn't allow anyone to doubt Oliver and is grateful to him with all his being.

"You're looking at him like that," - Audrey tells him.

"Like how?" - it's still hard for Percy to understand. He'll realize later. For some reason, he's just glad Audrey looks so much like Oliver.

Count Percy, whose shoulders tremble when Oliver's wound is stitched up after the battle.

Count Percy, who has kept up the tradition of writing letters to Oliver every week.

Count Percy, who sighs with relief every time Oliver doesn't dedicate his victory to some lady.

Count Percy, sitting late with Oliver in the library with wine, instead of returning to his wife's bedroom.

Count Percy, whose family is suspiciously welcoming to Oliver.

Knight Oliver, spitting out blood after the battle and cowering from the cold, imagines how scared Percy looks at the sight of a new wound.

Knight Oliver, sitting with Percy in his office and listening to the indignation about the situation in parliament.

Knight Oliver, who keeps a lock of red hair in the breast pocket of his tunic.

Knight Oliver, who doesn't even open the letter proposing marriage to the dukes and counts of their daughters.

Knight Oliver, devoted to his count to the end – with all the mistakes, with all the failures, with all the harshness and wrongness, with his wife Audrey and their two daughters.

Are they Count x Knight? Worse.

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