#will you betray your own people or stand up against your creators

[weirdwonderfulworld]

on trust, being a creative, and fan support

from what i can tell, the reality is that steven, ryan, and shane make content (primarily) for themselves. they make content they want to make. they're trying to make content they're really proud of and excited for. any creator/artist can tell you that being excited for your own work and being the #1 cheerleader of your work is the main driving force that 1) gets work done and 2) makes the art good. for a creative, passion is hugely important. and it is a very good thing that the boys are compelled to want to up the quality and production of their shows, because that means there's a passion there that they're trying to nurse.

now, if the content they want to make requires more money, they're allowed to ask for more money. even though success in their line of work requires views and a certain level of fan support, they're allowed to act for themselves and their own creations. they're allowed to advocate for the art they want to make, art that maybe the fans aren't asking for. yes, it does shatter the misconception that they're doing all this exclusively for the fans. but it shouldn't be viewed as a breach of trust for them to simply ask that of their fans. and imo it shouldn't even be that surprising since that's the main reason they left buzzfeed in the first place—feeling creatively stifled, and feeling like they could make things they're really passionate about, if only they could make the space for themselves.

i think with all that in mind, i would say a lot of the common arguments against the move are essentially rendered void and misplaced. in the end, if someone really hated the move and felt betrayed, they could've just packed up shop and stopped watching; a lot of people did not do that, and i think their inability to cut ties with something they didn't like and was generally harmless was a fault of their own. BUT the only argument that might still stand is this: the bottom line is that if watcher won't listen to what the fans want, watcher won't last.

you're right! they won't. that's probably why they backtracked on the move.

but then i ask you what you truly want as a fan. the main "want" i've heard from people is for watcher to cut down on production/quality, and just focus on the real magic, that is the humor and chemistry between our watcher boys.

but what if watcher knows this and they still decide that they want something else? again, what if watcher wants to focus on creating something larger than two guys cracking jokes on a crappy handheld camera? if they only ever followed the fans' desires over their own, and all their videos from now on was just them shooting the shit on camera, maybe that would be just fine for you! maybe you'd love that content! but would you really be supporting watcher in the end, or would you just be supporting the versions of themselves they molded for you? could you really be a fan of theirs if you denied them the mere attempt at becoming the creatives they truly wanted to be? is getting exactly what you want all the time worth making life shittier and more stifling for the people giving it to you? is that what you wanted when you first followed watcher from buzzfeed?

[m1d-45]

dead leaves

summary: the creator is meant to be worshipped and praised, exalted to the highest of high. so… what went wrong?

word count: 1.2k

-> warnings: mentions of blood, you die multiple times, bitter(?) ending, spoilers for xiao lore (but it’s not said to be xiao specifically so technically you could read and just not know it’s him but now that i’ve said that you know it’s him so-)

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it wasn’t meant to happen like this.

it was never to occur at all, in fairness, but like this?

the clouds parted to make way for a single glitering star, shining a white hot gold. the whole world turned, stopped and stared in awe, every leaf on every stalk bearing witness to the one they called god.

it wasn’t supposed to be like this. the golden shine poured through the tall windows of a palace meant for you, the heretic in a crown ordering your people to betray you. their hands shook where their followers could not see—perhaps even they were aware of why the trees were rejoicing.

you, blessed you, torn from your home by the divinity in your blood, picking yourself up from sand with barely a vague memory of your location. walk, climb, walk again, and that’s where you learned how to swim, led on by the crumbling stone of barbatos’ statue. the squirrels chittered and the hilichurls retreated, not wanting to frighten you, bandaged hands seeking shields and clubs to keep busy instead.

mondstat is the nation of anemo. happy and bustling, merchants calling across courtyards, adventurers waking with the sun to continue their trade. a cool breeze welcomed you, tugging you along a stone bridge, the winds quiet.

so quiet, in fact, that the archon stirred from his slumber early, reaching for his bow.

you never even made it to the city gates. the doves on the bridge hopped closer as you approached, the knights on duty watching how eagerly they pressed themselves against you. a nod, a twist, a chain of knights leading up to the headquarters, all set on edge the moment the acting grandmaster cleared them to engage.

the first casualty was a bird. it had flung itself into the air, halting the arrow in its tracks, drawing your attention to the man standing atop the city wall. another bird died before you understood his crime.

leaves dappled the ground in shades of green, warm light falling on you as you ran. you didn’t know where you were going, really, and why would you? who had a contingency plan for when everyone they loved turned away? the river tumbled over smoothed rocks, the bright beacon of the statue of the seven pleading for forgiveness even as it’s archon wanted you dead.

mondstat was the city of freedom. could it still be called that when you bled out before you could reach the border?

you couldn’t die. literally, you couldn’t. ley lines converged where you were crossed, absorbing the dissipating flakes of your physical body. the earth hummed beneath the anemo archon’s feet as he watched divine blue blood be sucked up and swept away. was it a hallucination? how would he know?

elemental energy coursed through the earth, sprouting again at the geo through which it bled, releasing the holy light it carried and supplementing with its own. within the hour your eyes opened again, unsure whether to pray it was a dream or wonder which god could hear you.

liyue, nation of geo. the stone hummed beneath your feet, though you didn’t walk toward the city. you’d learned your lesson fast, and a spear to the gut would certainly take longer to kill than an arrow to the neck. not that it mattered, of course—the adepti are too in tune with the land to not have noticed your arrival.

as it turned out a spear does hurt more, which you learned when you found it sprouting from your stomach in the split second before the pain hit. bright jade stained blue, betrayal glimpsed in the dying eyes of the one alatus once called his savior.

and it began anew.

teyvat bubbled with anger, torn between enacting vengeance on those that hurt its maker and protecting you. you were taken to places of shelter, but people learned to follow where nature raged loudest. even if they didn’t, if storms kicked up in false alarm to draw them away, intuition toward their creator was sewn into the hems of every living creature. hilichurls could only hold up for so long, and the millelith were used to dealing with vishaps. the dense forests of sumeru were memorized by the most vigilant forest watcher, the consecrated beasts in the desert too big to keep up with the agility of the general mahamatra.

how cruel for you to die like this, at the hands of the ones you should have been able to trust. how cruel for you to die at all, stabbed in the back by those who should have worshipped you.

the one on your throne was tolerated, just barely so, rationalized as the people needing an idol to follow in your continued absence. but now you were here, now they had no reason to be, and visions began to go haywire whenever they entered the throne room. boars outran hunters, trees tangling over boots as nature wrought vengeance on behalf of its god.

you were everything.

every scholar sought to understood your world further, your spirit found in every star in the sky. to study the world was to study you, how every string was woven into the universe. when you looked to the earth the soil said hello, the trees bowing before their creator, and yet your most beloved artwork was the one that hated you the most. was it hubristic to think a mortal could truly kill a god, or pathetic that they believed the fraud so quickly? they didn’t have elemental energy buzzing at their fingertips, they didn’t have the respect of the world, only commanding people, those easily swayed by a similar face and lucky coincidences. they were nothing like you, you who held galaxies in your blood, you who created the sky and the seas and the creatures within, who created everything. who was everything.

…and now you were nothing. lost in the ley lines that frantically searched for a place to host your body, outrunning the hunt for the god of all. nothing, half conscious in the heart of the earth, within a cave that had cracked open for this very purpose. hidden, the entrance sealed by stone itself, only allowing in slimes that helped sustain you. how cruel, the skies wept, torrents of rain falling in punishment. the fraud barely left the palace anymore, which was only standing thanks to reinforcement from the geo archon. were it not for their lie, they would be dead a thousand times over, killed in every way you had.

but they were in the palace, hidden where the world could not reach. so stone cradled your body, carefully ensuring you still continued to breathe, leylines redirecting to offer energy. not awake, not asleep, stuck in a stasis while hell raged around you.

it’s alright. teyvat would have its revenge eventually. lightning would find its way into the palace, someone would bring something carrying elemental energy into the throne room, something. the fake would die and you would be born anew from the earth, weak and tired but alive, most importantly.

anemo brushes off dust that begins to settle in your clothes, hydro doing its best to soothe the cracks on your lips. geo rolls you over so you don’t bruise, dendro adjusting its net of vines to keep you stable.

eventually…

[kuni-is-daddy]

Fear.

DOM!Shouki no kami x SUB! lessor lord Reader

Trigger warning: non consensual, corruption?

lowkey filth in the smut part. 1.2k words

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PART 2: IN FIC LIST.

MINORS DO. NOT. INTERACT.❌❌❌

You we're no combatant. Fighting to your last breath alone in the joururi workshop. A bitter cold domain underground that made your hairs stand on end. Yet here you we're alone 1000+ feet in the air dangling by the grip of your celestial written weapon against a reformed god.

"Pathetic. now your a waste of space, as useless alive or dead. No wonder your the lessor lord." I can try to help you, even give you a real home. Real love. "I never mistook you as some sort of fool 'God of wisdom' everyone's abandoned me. You think I care or need your sympathy because your scared of your little green house of a nation being destroyed? That itll justify the selfishness of you GODS and those that betrayed me? Your no different then them."

"N-No that's not what I meant. I'm genially trying to help you. Sure i won't give you the revenge you want but-" he cut you off. "Then your useless. I will take revenge upon the Raiden shogun. No.. my creator. And Im starting with you, lessor lord Y/n. My mother always talked about how she admires your humility. I want to see you crumble in the face of a True God. Your era. Is coming to an end.

Fear. In that moment you we're truly scared for your life. You went into this fight hoping you would win, maybe to even convince the New god's mind. But You we're defenseless. Weapon in the hand of the enemy. Kunikuzushi laughed at your fear. "Look at how you tremble y/n. How does that feel? How does it feel to be nothing. To not have control of your own piece of shit life?" You we're brought up to the god within contact. He placed his cold hand around your neck. Rubbing slowly. Then pressing. A cold smirk emerged..along with a visible tent in his pants. Enjoying how your eyes tear and roll back. How your tight grip around his arms slowly lessen

"I..is this..what you wanted..? Your all strapped to-to tubes and electro energy like some sort of....of...puppet..." you choked out as he raised you against the internal walls of the no kami.

"I want you. Y/n. And I will, have you."

SMUTT

"F-fuck yeah.. Thats it y/n. suck my cock. Just like that. embrace it." Your hands we're tied via a electro binding he put on your neck, the trail of his energy flowed through your body. You couldnt do anything but make him feel good. nor save yourself. He gripped tighter on your hair. "Back and forth..backk..and..forthh" He chanted as you sucked the gods cock "ah~ this is how your going to celebrate my rebirth. Suck your gods cock just like that. Make your fucking pathetic self useful just f' me." Continuous tears poured down your eyes at how used your little throat felt. How useless you felt. "Ngh shit.. im gonna cum. F..fuck....FUCKK~" He grabbed your head hard and slammed his cock deep down your throat. You internally screamed and choked on his cum oozing down your throat. He pushed you back and you fell against the wall. tongue gaping out and breathing hard. "K-kuni.." you moaned. he liked that. "Say my name again." This sick fuck was getting off to you being helpless and begging for him to stop. "Say it. Say your gods name y\n"

You kept your mouth shut and looked away from his eyes. He grabbed you by your cape, holding your dendro vision and jerked you towards the floor. "Say. My. Fucking name y/n. Or ill make you say it." he stared at you. "Then make me you bastard." you said coldly and spat at his face. realizing what you did. you tried to make the most of your abused throat "y-you make me feel so f-fucking dirty. why- why would you do this to me. I wanted to help you." He laughed. "Because thats what you are y/n. My slut. your gonna make daddy feel good, thats how you'll make yourself useful to your people" He turned you around and wasted no time putting two of his fingers inside of you "AH~ K-KUNI. IT HURTS-" realizing you said his name you tried to cover your mouth, but got shocked by the electro seal for "Disobeying"

"its only two fingers y/n... if your like this then how are you going to take my load inside of you. how am i going to breed you." he sighed. "N-NO KUNI- I DONT WANT IT.. P-PLEASE AH~" suddenly his fingers pulled away and it was silent. You slowly turned your head to be greeted by his hand pressing you hard face down ass up on the floor of the no kami. His cock pushed deep inside of you making you see stars in an instant. "Im gonna make a pathetic archon like you, Drunk on my cock. Some god of wisdom you are~"

He thrusted inside of you slowly as your tight hole adjusted to his big length. "Kuni~~ P-Please.." Your tongue stuck out again at how his cock stretched you inside. "S-shit you feel so fucking warm y/n..How did you feel when i choked you? Did you get fucking wet for me? Was this your pathetic idea from the start? to fight me knowing you cant win just to get my cock shoved inside of you and make you my cum dumpster?" he slapped your ass. "Y-YES KUNI!!! i- mPh.. I wanna be your cuHm dumpster daddy." You started to loose hope and fall into the lustful feeling he gave you. It was wrong, but it felt so fucking good. The way you'd get shocked when moving too far with your arms. The way his cock filled you perfectly. Just imagine how his warm seed would feel inside of you. filling you up. "Mmm Daddy..K-Kuni.. Please. Please.. give me your cum. Ah~ I want it. I want it~" you moaned pathetically. "Fuck.. Submit to this cock Y/n. Beg for me. Beg for my seed. Like the fucking animal you archons are. Take your god, Your majesty. Your everythings cock. As you should. Beg for me to cum inside you."

[lastoneout]

I cannot fucking believe Watcher had to release an apology video after their fandom was revealed to be the most entitled, hypocritical assholes on the entire planet. Like I am glad they cleared some stuff up, but they didn't do anything wrong??? They shouldn't have had to back track on making things exclusive to their platform???? What the fuck????? I s2g I feel like I'm living in the twilight zone.

Like y'all really claim to give a shit about creative freedom and treating artists with respect and being anti-ad and against big companies buying out smaller ones but then the second a group you like tries to go independant and get rid of ads it's like "have you considered canceling half your shows and firing staff and not renting sets and getting rid of your CEO and leaving LA so I can continue to receive media for free??" like good fucking god. The entire internet showed their ass on this and I'm legit ashamed.

People really claim to give a shit about being anti-capitalist but the second it starts to affect something they actually care about it's right back to "but I deserve free art no matter the cost to the artist" like you sound EXACTLY like AI techbro assholes and it's embarrassing to watch and incredibly disheartening as an artist and creator who has lost money because I refuse to take ad deals because I think ads are evil and I don't want to subject my viewers to them or change my content away from stuff I actually care about to make more money.

I'm just so mad about this. Mad and betrayed. Idk how to even process this. I know it's partially just me being upset that my own ideals are being attacked here but like I legit thought relying on viewers for support was the ethical option. I've said that to people. I hate ads, I'd get rid of all of them if it was possible, but apparently caring more about viewer support makes you an evil capitalist. Like how else am I supposed to feel rn? Half the internet acting like wanting to be paid fairly without relying on ads or firing half your staff makes you a greedy capitalists. I can't even begin to unpack it.

I have never felt less like I want to be a creator in my life. How can I muster up the energy to stand by my ideals when I know so many people think prioritizing viewer support makes me a capitalist pig. This is just....idk. It's awful, that's what it is.

[purpleamethystsblog]

🪬I WILL TAKE BACK WHAT'S MINE (Part 4 )🪬

CW : none

Pronounce : She / Her

Gender : Female ( Cause it easy for me to write and I don't really write English fanfics often like other. )

Note : This story might not follow the original game storyline.

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He couldn't doubt the Creator God.

He firmly believed in the rules he had established since he was not yet an Geo Archon ruling over Liyue.

Even if the Creator God had any bad behaviours or used any foul words, he never questioned them. Because if he had any doubts, that would mean he had rebelled against the Creator God.

Zhongli always thought like this, even though sometimes he was injured by the Creator God's hand, he never angry. It has not been long since the Creator God returned to life, and sometimes her power may not be stable.

He hold the Wanted poster in his hand, all peoples in poster are people of Mondstadt, and the women that he never met before, she's the leader of rebellion group, the rumours said she claim herself as the true Creators.

His blood boiled when he heard that, how dare you claim yourself that you are the real one when the REAL is still sit on her throne?

‘ Please think carefully, Morax. The consequences that follow will not only affect you but also the people of Liyue. ’

Tsaritsa's voice replays in his head again, she came to visit him around last week. And warned him about what he has done, but Zhonli is Zhongli, he believed that all of his actions are right, whether it's a decision or adherence to his own ideology.

‘ Then, you want to betray our Creator? ’

‘ I did not betray her, and I would never do such a thing. It's only you who are betraying to her, Morax. ’

‘ What makes you think that way, Tsaritsa? You are the one who is betraying the divine creator. ’

‘ Feel like I'm talking with a giant rock. You probably not listen to me anymore. If that's the case, I wish you good luck with your decision. ’

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Ganyu always asked herself in her mind.

Did is so wrong if she doubt in her Creator?

This question is never slip out from her mouth once. She know the consequence that will follow after that.

Why?

Just, why?

She watch the peoples in Wanted poster, just a second of thought she want to be the one of the rebellion group.

She can feel something doesn't right from the Creator who sit on the throne in the present.

She feel like, if she is the REAL GOD why did she reincarnated then?

Did the god of above the all gods can die?

She's wonder.

“ What are you thinking? ”

The calmness voice that she familiar with, the another adeptus was coming behind her.

“ Nothing, I'm just get some fresh air, that's all ” Ganyu didn't dare to say directly, she know who he is and how his connection with Morax, or Zhongli for now.

The one who's closest to Morax, follow every his command with no hesitation.

Vigilant Yaksha : Xiao

“ About the Creator. ” Suddenly, the yaksha said it out lound, make Ganyu flint.

He standing beside her, the two of them watching sky in silent for a minutes, and then Xiao speak up.

“ I didn't agree with hunt order. And I know you're think the same as me, correct? ”

Ganyu didn't say anything, she don't know how to answer back or how to react to this situation.

“ I can sense your answer, if you didn't dare to say it. That's the true answer from you. ” Xiao continued.

“ I didn't believe in that Creator from the start, I can smelt her bad karma and evil under her skins. ”

Ganyu wanna tell him to stop, but she didn't dare to do it either. So then, Xiao just continued what's he thinks.

“ And I didn't believe in this person too. Until I'm see her with my own eyes, not in this poster. ”

Xiao raise the poster that have your face on it, infront Ganyu's face. His voice is remaining calm.

“ I didn't know why 'him' cling to his decision and rules, that everyone haven't the right to get doubt in our Creator? ”

It seems like Xiao wants to express his feelings to someone. And that someone is Ganyu.

“ Another adeptus is curious too, but we all can't say anything like you too. ”

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“ May the nature protect us. ”

Your team are traveling in Guili plain now, the nature help you and every monsters are nice to you all. They protect you and lured the soldier of Liyue stay away from you.

Liyue isn't a great places to hide, you and your team will heading to Sumeru instead. That's place is bigger more than Liyue. And it might be safer more than Liyue.

If Snezhnaya welcome you, maybe you will agree to build a shelter in that coldness nation.

Don't talk about Inazuma, that's place is hard to travel and Raiden Shogun might not please if you come in there. You don't want yourself and your team get strike by her thunderbolt.

“ We gonna take some rest in a small cave in Guili plain, I prefer Diluc, Rosaria and Albedo guard outside the cave, I will preparing foods. ”

You said before Mona stop you.

“ Y- your excellency! Please, you just sitting here and I will prepare a food by myself! ”

“ Don't worry, I can prepare a meal! You just sit and I will do it myself, Mona! ”

Mona flint, the argument end easily and you prepare all the meal that you think it will enough for everyone in team.

“ DON'T YOU DARE!! ”

You put everything down before running to entrance, it's Diluc's voice that raised in anger tone. It might be an enemies is approaching.

“ I won't hesitate to fight you! If you come here to arrest our Excellency! ” Rosaria speaks, she raise her weapon to an enemies face with no fear, even if the enemies is stronger than her. She will fight till her last breaths to protect the true Creator of Teyvat.

“ I didn't come here to fight. ”

That man said, he standing still Infront Diluc, Rosaria and Albedo. All men don't trust his sentence. So, you suddenly come out from the cave.

“ What happen? ”

“ Y- your grace! You shouldn't come out from cave!! ” Diluc said in panic, Rosaria and Albedo remain silent.

“ I should, I don't want everyone get injured or hurt by an enemy without do something. ”

You said, eyes trail to intruder that standing infront you with silent.

S̿͏taͦy̻̚ ̗̔͡s̬̈́t̚͡il̛l̢̟̚,̼̓ ̯d͏o̐n̗͒'͎t͝ ̴̬c̤ͪ͜o̫͘m̼e̤ ̹a͍ͦ͞n̛͎y̌ c̨̜l̹ȏ͢s̷̄e̡̳ͪŗ̫̏ ̰t̠o̐͠ ͚̔h̷͔ͣer̤͝.ͧ ̙ͦI̯ ̖̐͜w̴͛a̕r̩ͯ͏ne̙̍d ̶yoͭu!̸

Flowey pop out from nowhere, the deep voice of its, sound very scary. But that guy infront of you didn't make any move.

“ What a creature? Hmm, I never heard it before. ”

“ I think you don't want to come here just to comment about my flower right? Yaksha Xiao. ”

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“ How sad, I didn't expect that Zhongli sensei gonna do this~ ”

The young men said while watching all paperwork on his desk. The business of Fatui on Liyue are all canceled.

“ Hmmm, I wonder where our Creator is traveling now? ”

“ Sir! We have a big news to inform you sir! ”

“ What's news? ”

“ They're arrived in Guili plain but some adeptus is approaching them! ”

Childe run out from his camp immediately, he will protect you no matter what. He doesn't only do by Tsaritsa's order, but he willingly to protect you from his heart.

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“ And how can I believe that you didn't lie to me? ”

You asked Xiao, who was now being restrained by Flowey. He was no different from a criminal now.

“ I know I'm the closest person to 'him', but that doesn't mean I agree with everything he does, even though I respect 'him' ” Xiao said with a heavy tone.

“ Don't you agree with your creator? How funny, we're just a small group rebelling against your creator! ”

You said with a stern voice. Xiao looked at you before looking away.

"I'm not against that. As I said, I just came to protect you... Your highness."

What should you do?

It's hard to trust everyone that doesn't in your rebellion team, especially Xiao, the adeptus or Yaksha that only follow Zhongli's command.

“ If you lie to us, I swear that you will pay for what have you done more than pain that we get ten fold! ”

This power.....

It's far beyond to compare with that one is sitting on the throne.

Yes, he ever met the creator in Mondstadt once, but the atmosphere around her isn't good. He decided not to visit her anymore. But he still can remember the feeling when he has around her.

Filthy, foul scent, karma.

But you are different. Your scent is a refreshing, pure air. Your soul is clear and pure.

However, the pressure you exert is similar to Morax's. When you spoke with a heavy tone, it made him shudder. His legs seemed to weaken, and he wanted to kneel infront you and apologize to you right then and there.

But he was still restrained by Flowey.

“ Release him, Flowey. ”

Flowey hesitate a little bit, before he released Xiao follow your order. Xiao kneel infront you immediately, everyone that watching this scene gasp.

“ I'm sorry your highness, sorry for everything that I have done. ”

Xiao's voice shaking, you raise your eyebrows in confused before give him some head pat.

“ You are not wrong. I know it's hard for you to do this. But you should do your best Xiao. ”

He feel like, he didn't want to use that name anymore, but he didn't want to use Alatus either.

You know that it isn't easy if he broke the contract that he ever made with Zhongli. You don't want him to get risk with this choice, because just he handed an offer to protect you until you reach to Sumeru. That's mean, he broke the contract between Zhongli more than 70%.

It end with Xiao retreated, but he said that he will protect you and your team from afar. You didn't mind if he want to do that. But you purpose to rest about 20-30 minutes before continue to travel again.

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“ Maybe, not all people of Liyue is an idiot? ”

Childe muttered, he sat in the shadow around 5-10 minutes ago. He was only observing the surroundings, because he saw that there was no fight. So he decided to sat here.

“ That's a nice choice! Mmmm, should I come to visit her for a little bit? ”

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Before I write this to Tumblr, I just planning to write only one-shot but........

Okay~ this is my imagine Y/N in my mind. You can change if you don't like it^^

[amaranthhiding]

Empty Earth - Chapter 22

by Hiding Amaranth

Empty Earth Chapter 22 is online on AO3! Jack POV for this one. :)

Cover by the author (original post with both covers)

Empty Earth Words: 97,192 so far, Chapters: 22/? Relationships: Dean/Cas, Sam/Rowena, Jack & Dean, Jack & Crowley POV: Alternating (Dean, Sam, Jack, Castiel, Rowena, Crowley, Naomi, HunterCorp Dean, Michael, Kevin, Balthazar)

Tags: Post-15x18, Fix-It, Epic, Plotty, Action/Adventure, Apocalypse, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with Happy Ending, Splashes of Humor, Empty Rescue, Protective Dean, Angel True Forms, Consensual Possession, Enochian, Magic, Witch Sam, Queen Rowena, Rebellion in Hell, Samwena First Kiss, Destiel Being Chaotic

Summary: After Castiel's confession, Dean carries a spark of hope telling him this can't be the end. This spark is the strongest weapon for Dean, Sam and Jack in this final war. The enemy is God. The battlefield is an Earth devoid of humans, a Hell in rebellion against its queen, and a Heaven betrayed by its creator. And the stakes are everything and everyone they have ever cared about. Read Empty Earth on AO3!

Excerpt from Chapter 22 under the cut

The caped stranger ran through the dark tunnel much too fast for them to keep up. It was only thanks to Jack's angelic senses that he saw the man come to a stop somewhere ahead. He managed to prevent Mary from crashing into the wall with a warning hand against her shoulder. A quiet curse near them meant John hadn't been spared from that fate.

A light appeared, and Jack saw that the stranger held a small flashlight between his teeth while drawing another one of those chalk sigils. The outline of a door appeared in the wall of the tunnel, and a short press of the man's hand sufficed for it to open outwards.

One after the other, they stumbled out into the blinding brightness of someone's heaven on a sunny beach. The ocean was impressive and slightly intimidating with its size and the crashing waves. Jack had only ever seen such a large body of water in the split second it had taken him to fly across it in his frenzied escape from his own guilt. Standing right in front of these massive plains of blue reaching all the way to the horizon was on a different level entirely.

"Close the damned door if you got any sense!" the stranger called out to them and Jack turned hastily to press the door closed behind John, watching it merge seamlessly into a changing cubicle.

The man didn't wait to see if they complied, already running further ahead through rows of white sun chairs and colorful parasols.

"Doctor Badass, wait!" Jack yelled, attracting the attention of a woman who must have been the owner of this heaven.

"Who the fuck are you people?" she asked them, sitting up on her sun chair. "You're ruining my vibe here."

Jack noticed only then how much they stood out on this beach, fully dressed among people in swimwear, running when everyone else was just lounging and relaxing.

"I'm sorry. We'll stop ruining… your vibe. We were just leaving," he hurried to explain, throwing a look at Mary and John behind him. Mary seemed confused, John annoyed, but the caped stranger didn't slow down, so Jack had no choice but continue their frenzied run.

They caught up with him in front of a wooden booth selling ice cream, where the man was creating another one of his strange chalk doors on the side wall. He waved them inside and they were once more surrounded by darkness.

"All right, enough of this nonsense! Who or what are we running from?" John asked, his voice echoing in the silence of the tunnel.

"Jack, you said Dean is hurt? Where is he?" Mary talked over him, and the worry in her voice was audible.

Jack never had a chance to reply to either of these questions, though, because Doctor Badass cut him off.

"Listen, there's a time for answers, but this ain't it. Gotta shake off the God Squad before they can track us to Homebase."

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[queen0fm0nsterz]

You make a lot of bodacious and radalicious art and takes on the canon Itty Bitty Nightmares, but one thing I see brought up ( Although I haven't scoured your entire archives tbh ) is the "Eyes". That would be the Flesh Walls / Signal Tower? What is your take on that fine ensemble? Their purpose? Motivation, if any at all? Is it even sapient?

First of all thank you, this is the first time EVER my art is referred to as "bodacious and radalicious". I had to look up what it meant and I'll say I'm very flattered.

The Eye I keep referring to encapsulates a whole variety of... elements in the LN world of which the Signal Tower and the Maw are also part. It takes physical form with the Flesh, but it's everywhere and anywhere. It's in decorations, paintings, on the walls and occasionally it can even be found arranged in natural elements (I have never forgotten the stone eye in cave at the end of VLN).

The way it keeps being presented, I would almost suggest it's considered to be a deity. The part of it that resides in the Signal Tower, which is the Flesh, is one I oftenly refer to as "Them" in my works. My personal interpretation of it is that it's a collective consciousness, where every person absorbed by it through the TVs becomes part of the hive, whose only purpose is to keep itself alive and growing by leeching off the world and its people.

(I have a theory that the other "spiritual" half of the Flesh resides in the Maw, but I will elaborate on this more on the Ladies powerpoint... or if I'm asked I suppose)

However, when it comes to what it actually is... hard to say. Since I've seen a few people refer to the Flesh as a "lovecraftian horror" looking monster, I got interested in seeing how true the statement could ring, and what do you know! There is a monster that could potentially be considered akin to the Flesh.

This is called a "shoggoth".

It a sentient amalgamation of flesh that drags itself around and there are multiple of them; they were originated as mindless creatures meant to server the Elder Things (which are another class of sentient beings not to be confused with the Old Ones, of which Chtulu is part), but during the eons they developed a conciousness and decided that they weren't going to be slaves any longer. They rebelled against their creators and started establishing societies of their own, becoming so powerful that even the Old Ones seek allyships with them.

The thing that caught my attention is why they were used as slaves. Apparently they have the ability of morphing into any building and object, which the Elder Things used to their advantage when building their own cities.

In the Lovecraft universe, these beings are known to live in remote parts of Earth, such as Antartica or deep in the sea (MHHHH), but they also have their own cities scattered around the universe which they built modeled after the ones they were originally forced to build by the Elder Things. To kill its victims, it envelopes them in their flesh and tears off their heads.

Now, the shoggoth has quite a few differences from the Flesh, mostly in appearance - the shoggoth are given mouths and occasionally even tentacles in a few depictions - but this could be a very good starting point to begin to wrap our heads around what the Flesh could be, and what it's purpose is.

Also, before ending this post, one final thing I'd like to point out: the Signal Tower is not what manipulates the Transmission, Mono is. It's the reason why it needs Mono to be its host; it was standing just fine when Six was inside of it, but Six has no control over the Transmission, so ultimately she would have been useless to their growth.

And the fact that it purposely helps Mono reach Six so that he may be betrayed later on leads me to believe that it is sapient and knows exactly what it needs for its twisted cycle to continue.

Thank you for your ask!

[ahlulbaytnetworks]

(NOBODY IS YOUR ENEMY)

*ANYONE THAT ANNOYS YOU* --is teaching you patience and calmness.

*ANYONE THAT ABANDONS YOU* --is teaching you how to stand up on your own feet.

*ANYBODY THAT OFFENDS YOU* --is teaching you forgiveness and compassion.

*ANYTHING THAT YOU HATE* --is teaching you, unconditional love.

*ANYTHING THAT YOU FEAR* --is teaching you the courage to overcome your fears.

*ANYTHING YOU CAN'T CONTROL* --is teaching you to let go.

*ANY "NO" YOU GET FROM HUMAN* --is teaching you to be independent.

*ANY PROBLEM YOU'RE FACING* --is teaching you how to get a solution to problems.

*ANY ATTACK YOU GET FROM PEOPLE* --is teaching you the best form of defence.

*ANYONE WHO LOOKS DOWN ON YOU* --is teaching you to look up to CREATOR ( *GOD* ).

Always look out for the lesson in every situation you face in every phase of life.

Be polite, calm, gentle and thankful to God because He will be with you to the end.

Life had taught me lessons. I do not see people at my cross road, because humans are not reliable. I only see God as the author and finisher of my faith.

*R E F L E C T I O N S*

*When you live your life without anyone betraying, hurting, disappointing, disgracing or offending you, then it means you never did anything worthy.*

*The beauty of life, is that it comes with disappointments and betrayals, from people you least expect.*

*Unfortunately, some of us spend so much time crying over these betrayals and disappointments, and end up becoming victims of all circumstances.*

*Remember One Thing:* *Holding unto anger is like knocking your head on the wall and expecting the other person to feel the pain. You are only hurting yourself.*

*The fact is that the world is full of annoying, naughty, stupid and ungrateful people, and you will always come across them at one point or another in life. But the best thing to do, is to deal with them with wisdom and maturity.*

*You can’t get everyone to love you, think like you or behave like you... never.*

*We must learn to tolerate and overlook certain things, we must try to bury the faults of others and move on with life.*

*Anger, Hatred and Intolerance have caused most of the world's problems and solved none.*

*Life is short, you don't know how much time you have left*

*I beseech you to take the pain and forgive that special person you hold grudges against, and iron out your grievances.*

*Muster the courage and apologise to that person you have offended.*

*Life is not measured by the amount of money, houses or companies you have, but by the positive impact you have made in the lives of others.*

[pristine24]

"NOBODY IS YOUR ENEMY

*ANYONE THAT ANNOYS YOU* --is teaching you patience and calmness.

*ANYONE THAT ABANDONS YOU* --is teaching you how to stand up on your own feet.

*ANYBODY THAT OFFENDS YOU* --is teaching you forgiveness and compassion.

*ANYTHING THAT YOU HATE* --is teaching you, unconditional love.

*ANYTHING THAT YOU FEAR* --is teaching you the courage to overcome your fears.

*ANYTHING YOU CAN'T CONTROL* --is teaching you to let go.

*ANY "NO" YOU GET FROM HUMAN* --is teaching you to be independent.

*ANY PROBLEM YOU'RE FACING* --is teaching you how to get a solution to problems.

*ANY ATTACK YOU GET FROM PEOPLE* --is teaching you the best form of defence.

*ANYONE WHO LOOKS DOWN ON YOU* --is teaching you to look up to CREATOR ( *GOD* ).

Always look out for the lesson in every situation you face in every phase of life.

Be polite, calm, gentle and thankful to God because He will be with you to the end.

Life had taught me lessons. I do not see people at my cross road, because humans are not reliable. I only see God as the author and finisher of my faith.

*R E F L E C T I O N S*

*When you live your life without anyone betraying, hurting, disappointing, disgracing or offending you, then it means you never did anything worthy.*

*The beauty of life, is that it comes with disappointments and betrayals, from people you least expect.*

*Unfortunately, some of us spend so much time crying over these betrayals and disappointments, and end up becoming victims of all circumstances.*

*Remember One Thing:* *Holding unto anger is like knocking your head on the wall and expecting the other person to feel the pain. You are only hurting yourself.*

*The fact is that the world is full of annoying, naughty, stupid and ungrateful people, and you will always come across them at one point or another in life. But the best thing to do, is to deal with them with wisdom and maturity.*

*You can’t get everyone to love you, think like you or behave like you... never.*

*We must learn to tolerate and overlook certain things, we must try to bury the faults of others and move on with life.*

*Anger, Hatred and Intolerance have caused most of the world's problems and solved none.*

*Life is short, you don't know how much time you have left*

*I beseech you to take the pain and forgive that special person you hold grudges against, and iron out your grievances.*

*Muster the courage and apologise to that person you have offended.*

*Life is not measured by the amount of money, houses or companies you have, but by the positive impact you have made in the lives of others.*"

[magicallifesworld]

NOBODY IS YOUR ENEMY

*ANYONE THAT ANNOYS YOU* --is teaching you patience and calmness.

*ANYONE THAT ABANDONS YOU* --is teaching you how to stand up on your own feet.

*ANYBODY THAT OFFENDS YOU* --is teaching you forgiveness and compassion.

*ANYTHING THAT YOU HATE* --is teaching you, unconditional love.

*ANYTHING THAT YOU FEAR* --is teaching you the courage to overcome your fears.

*ANYTHING YOU CAN'T CONTROL* --is teaching you to let go.

*ANY "NO" YOU GET FROM HUMAN* --is teaching you to be independent.

*ANY PROBLEM YOU'RE FACING* --is teaching you how to get a solution to problems.

*ANY ATTACK YOU GET FROM PEOPLE* --is teaching you the best form of defence.

*ANYONE WHO LOOKS DOWN ON YOU* --is teaching you to look up to CREATOR ( *GOD* ).

Always look out for the lesson in every situation you face in every phase of life.

Be polite, calm, gentle and thankful to God because He will be with you to the end.

Life had taught me lessons. I do not see people at my cross road, because humans are not reliable. I only see God as the author and finisher of my faith.

*R E F L E C T I O N S*

*When you live your life without anyone betraying, hurting, disappointing, disgracing or offending you, then it means you never did anything worthy.*

*The beauty of life, is that it comes with disappointments and betrayals, from people you least expect.*

*Unfortunately, some of us spend so much time crying over these betrayals and disappointments, and end up becoming victims of all circumstances.*

*Remember One Thing:* *Holding unto anger is like knocking your head on the wall and expecting the other person to feel the pain. You are only hurting yourself.*

*The fact is that the world is full of annoying, naughty, stupid and ungrateful people, and you will always come across them at one point or another in life. But the best thing to do, is to deal with them with wisdom and maturity.*

*You can’t get everyone to love you, think like you or behave like you... never.*

*We must learn to tolerate and overlook certain things, we must try to bury the faults of others and move on with life.*

*Anger, Hatred and Intolerance have caused most of the world's problems and solved none.*

*Life is short, you don't know how much time you have left*

*I beseech you to take the pain and forgive that special person you hold grudges against, and iron out your grievances.*

*Muster the courage and apologize to that person you have offended.*

*Life is not measured by the amount of money, houses or companies you have, but by the positive impact you have made in the lives of others.*

[kamari2038]

Scenario 004 - A Machine Connor Saga (Pt.16)(Full Saga)

I want to know where Jericho is.

Jericho... a place where androids are free. A place where deviants rise up against their creators. They transmit a piece of code to each other in order to find their sanctuary. Now you have the key... Ferndale station is the door.

A war is coming. You'll have to choose your side. Will you betray your own people, or stand against your creators?

I wouldn't like to be in your shoes, Connor.

Only one thing unsettles me now. When the other ST200 approached me to share the key to Jericho, she passed on another message: 

Why did you kill my sister?

I know my reasoning was justified. The guilt, however, remains.

[iamfloryan]

NOBODY IS YOUR ENEMY

*ANYONE THAT ANNOYS YOU* --is teaching you patience and calmness.

*ANYONE THAT ABANDONS YOU* --is teaching you how to stand up on your own feet.

*ANYBODY THAT OFFENDS YOU* --is teaching you forgiveness and compassion.

*ANYTHING THAT YOU HATE* --is teaching you, unconditional love.

*ANYTHING THAT YOU FEAR* --is teaching you the courage to overcome your fears.

*ANYTHING YOU CAN'T CONTROL* --is teaching you to let go.

*ANY "NO" YOU GET FROM HUMAN* --is teaching you to be independent.

*ANY PROBLEM YOU'RE FACING* --is teaching you how to get a solution to problems.

*ANY ATTACK YOU GET FROM PEOPLE* --is teaching you the best form of defence.

*ANYONE WHO LOOKS DOWN ON YOU* --is teaching you to look up to CREATOR ( *GOD* ).

Always look out for the lesson in every situation you face in every phase of life.

Be polite, calm, gentle and thankful to God because He will be with you to the end.

Life had taught me lessons. I do not see people at my cross road, because humans are not reliable. I only see God as the author and finisher of my faith.

*R E F L E C T I O N S*

*When you live your life without anyone betraying, hurting, disappointing, disgracing or offending you, then it means you never did anything worthy.*

*The beauty of life, is that it comes with disappointments and betrayals, from people you least expect.*

*Unfortunately, some of us spend so much time crying over these betrayals and disappointments, and end up becoming victims of all circumstances.*

*Remember One Thing:* *Holding unto anger is like knocking your head on the wall and expecting the other person to feel the pain. You are only hurting yourself.*

*The fact is that the world is full of annoying, naughty, stupid and ungrateful people, and you will always come across them at one point or another in life. But the best thing to do, is to deal with them with wisdom and maturity.*

*You can’t get everyone to love you, think like you or behave like you... never.*

*We must learn to tolerate and overlook certain things, we must try to bury the faults of others and move on with life.*

*Anger, Hatred and Intolerance have caused most of the world's problems and solved none.*

*Life is short, you don't know how much time you have left*

*I beseech you to take the pain and forgive that special person you hold grudges against, and iron out your grievances.*

*Muster the courage and apologise to that person you have offended.*

*Life is not measured by the amount of money, houses or companies you have, but by the positive impact you have made in the lives of others.*

CTTO

[land-sh]

The violin and the cello

Trigger warning: This is a LGBT trauma text. This contains themes of emotional distress, rejection, and complex personal relationships. Reader discretion is advised.

When I was 12 years old, I had a friend who played the cello. She played the cello, and it seemed like the most wonderful thing in the world to me, so I decided to learn to play the violin, because I wanted to play with her someday. I learned the basics, but I didn't have any talent. She, on the other hand, had a lot of talent. She drew, she drew quite well, and for a moment, I thought about being an artist too. I wanted to do the same things she used to do.

It was a wonderful year. She was a year older than me, and I found it amazing that she considered me interesting enough to spend time with me. Personally, I was a rather lonely child, and I didn't like the same things as most people.

So, I learned to play the violin, but I didn't have talent. Deep down, I think I didn't really want to play the violin; I just admired her. I didn't have anything special, but for her, I was special, and she followed me everywhere.

What did you see in me? What did you see in me that I could never see in the mirror? I've carried that trauma since then. I bear the stigma because you confessed your love to me one day, and I didn't know what to do with it. I'm sorry, truly sorry. Because I didn't know what to do, and I just thought I should help you, because they drilled into my head that seeking love in your own gender was not right, and I turned against you. I betrayed you and told my mother your secret, and I regret that. I regret it because I should have done something else, anything else instead.

Well, my mom forbade me from seeing you again. She called your mom and told her that you needed help and that you were, I don't know, sick. And I knew it wasn't true because deep down, I knew that I was the problem. But I didn't know what to do with what you felt, and I didn't know what to do with what I felt. I truly regret it, I regret not being braver.

You were brave; you would have risked your life in a second for what you felt, but I couldn't love you back. And that's what hurt you. My rejection hurt you, and it hurt me even more than the beatings I got from your friends because they accused me of being the cause of your suffering and your depression. But we were all too young to understand this matter, and things got out of control. Everything spiraled out of control when the scandal erupted for the world to see it.

And I denied you. I denied you like they denied Jesus Christ, and I let them crucify you. I let them call you a monster. You weren't a monster; I was the wretched monster whose creator abandoned; too scared, too confused to defend you and too weak to stand up for my beliefs. I cried, you cried, we cried until the wounds healed over time.

And I could never play the violin again, never let anyone embrace me again, because I couldn't allow someone else to get hurt.

[dbh-rk800-ax400]

Will you betray your own people or stand up against your creators? What could be worse than having to choose between two evils?

[iwritetopassthetime]

of vipers and doves II (11/11)

Oberyn Martell x fem!reader

CHAPTER TEN/EPILOGUE: The End // Previous chapter // Masterlist

Wordcount: 11.4

warnings: Creator chose not to use any warnings (EXPLICIT 18+)

Obara and Nymeria moved through the passage, a few steps ahead from the rest of their father’s company, much like serpents do in between rocks. Obara was holding her spear in front of her, tapping its end against the walls to find any traps ahead, but the rocky corridor was truly safe. She didn’t doubt her cousin Myrcella, neither the tiny girl that she claimed was adopted by Y/N, but she was a mistrusting person in her nature. No one would hold it against her. 

Once outside the passageway, Oberyn implored her and Nymeria stick with the Unsullied soldiers while he went to find where Y/N was being held. ‘If my memory serves me correctly, the royal chambers should be in the west wing.’

‘Are you sure father?’ Nymeria asked.

‘I remember them from Elia’s wedding, I doubt things would’ve changed,’ Oberyn said. ‘Go with Grey Worm. Secure the castle and arrest the devil woman.’

‘And you find Mama,’ Nymeria smiled tensely at her father who affectionately pressed his forehead against hers and then to Obara’s. Neither of them could truly see how extremely proud he was of them.

The Unsullied general who had shown much respect to Oberyn in the past weeks as a fellow warrior, gathered the members of their group safe for the Viper himself. He gave out tasks in a quick and hushed voice. They had to secure the armoury, the Tower of the Hand and the servants quarters. Grey Worm then turned to Obara and Nym with the plan for the three of them to find Cersei Lannister. They didn’t need numbers, they needed stealth and speed. Both were achievable with the two Sand Snakes as his allies.

‘We must hurry,’ Grey Worm whispered. ‘Another moment lost, is another chance for someone to sound alarm.’

They fairly quickly found their way to the West Wing, but still were met with a corridor full of Lannister soldiers. No more than twenty, enough for them work up a sweat, Nymeria had thought in the moment. They were slow and much too stiff in their assault which was no match to the elegant style of combat that was typical for the Unsullied and the Dornish. 

Obara whipped the spear in a wide circle, the poisoned tip slashing at the soldiers’ necks and if her strikes weren’t hard enough to cut their throats open, then the poison would instead momentarily fester and take them down. Nymeria handled herself just as well, her whip cracking the air and splitting it in half like a lightning. A Lannister guard charged her, his sword missing her body by a hair’s breadth. But the soldier lost his balance and with her two daggers, Nymeria cut the man where he stood, stabbing him in the chest and swiping her other blade along his naked throat.

Before long, the guards lay dead in the corridor and Obara’s spear was lodged in the keyhole of the Queen’s private chambers, breaking it to splinters. Nymeria kicked the massive wooden panels open to find the Queen herself standing as still as a statue before her large windows. 

Cersei did not turn. She continued staring into the evening sky, the flickering lights of King’s Landing’s houses and the camp outside the city walls mimicking the stars that shone above them all. Cersei lifted a large golden goblet to her lips and sipped it. She didn’t speak, but the tenseness in her shoulders and the way she shivered revealed the inner truth. 

‘Cersei of House Lannister, you are under arrest.’ Obara declared, spear pointed at the older woman. 

Cersei lowered the goblet and placed it on the balustrade of her window. ‘I suspected something might happen when Myrcella was gone from her chamber… Betrayed by my own daughter.’

‘Your daughter is one of the bravest people this land has ever seen,’ Nymeria hissed. ‘She stood up to you.’

Cersei shook her head and finally turned around. She observed the two Dornish girls and the foreign man who was dressed in leathery armour. Despite being cornered by three warriors and having her guards slain outside her very doors, Cersei still found some semblance of superiority to smirk at the three of them. 

‘Your father came for his dove,’ she observed. ‘Didn’t he?’

Nym cast a quick glance at Obara who did not budge, her lips forming a thin angry line. Just then a couple of soldiers — one Unsullied and one Dornish — rushed into the room to report that the castle was under Queen Daenerys’s control and any remaining Lannister soldiers were either dead or had surrendered. 

‘What of Gregor Clegane? The Mountain?’ Nymeria recalled her father’s stories of the beastly man and his vow to end his life. The Mountain had to be in the castle, he was a lackey for the Lannisters and always doing their dirty work.

‘No sign of the Mountain, Lady Nym.’ The Dornish soldier replied.

Cersei cackled, ‘They will not make it out of this castle alive.’

‘Shut your mouth, you vile witch.’ Obara pointed the tip of her spear at Cersei’s throat.

‘The Mountain has orders. Wether our initial plan failed or not, nothing has changed.’

Nymeria frowned, ‘What do you mean?’

‘The Mountain will kill the Red Viper and his little whore,’ Cersei grinned maniacally. ‘Their deaths are as sure as mine.’

Grey Worm stepped towards the Mad Queen and tied her hands behind her back, before muzzling her mouth to keep her from spreading her lies and deceptions. ‘You will not die today, Cersei Lannister. You will answer for your crimes before your fate is decided.’ He pushed her towards he bed and made her sit. He then turned to the Sand Snakes to say, ‘I will keep watch. You must go and find your father and mother.’

Obara nodded and ran out of the royal bedchambers, closely followed by Nym. The two of them were speeding through corridors, trying to discern any peculiar noises or disturbances in the castle other than their own fellow soldiers taking control over it. 

As if a thunder split the castle, a booming howl of pain rang from somewhere close. Obara and Nym shared a puzzled look before following the source of the noise. Left turn, right turn, climb a series of steps before finally coming into the grandiose hall that was the Red Keep’s throne room. Being the Dornish bastards, Obara and Nym wouldn’t have been allowed in there in a different time so their eyes greedily soaked up the splendour of the towering columns, the painted glass in the windows that depicted both Targaryens and Baratheons. But then those same eyes halted on the shocking scene before them. The Mountain lay dead in the middle of the floor while a few feet from it, their father clutched at Y/N’s body.

Nymeria’s breath came out as a stutter and she rushed to her father’s side, dropping to her knees beside him. She reached out with a trembling hand and smoothed back the head from Y/N’s forehead. Nymeria felt her heart drop in her feet when her fingers made contact with Y/N’s cooling skin. 

Obara knelt beside her, just as sickened by the sight of her second mother with a dagger sticking out of her belly. She had always thought herself to be invincible and able to keep her emotions in order, but when her eyes did a quick examination of Y/N’s injuries she felt helpless and angry, ready to grab anything solid and throw it to the ground, hoping it would break. But then Obara noticed her own father’s eyes, seeing the fear in them, and was left speechless. She knew she had to help him take Y/N back to camp and let Tyene who was a capable healer tend to her wound before it was too late.

Obara picked Nym by the arm and made her focus on the task. Nymeria nodded at her elder sister, but her eyes swam with a mist of terror. The two darted back towards the throne room exit, quickly finding their way back to the passageway that they came through. Obara looked back to watch her father cradle Y/N’s frail form with the utmost of care, his hands holding her as if she were something fragile. Nymeria grabbed a torch off of the wall and led the way through the passage, making the crossing in half the time they did on the way in. 

Obara stopped when her feet touched the wet sand of the beach bellow the passage’s exit to help her father out while he still held Y/N. His eyes darted around in panic and anger, while Y/N’s were firmly closed. Not even a muscle moved over her features, she couldn’t be—

‘She’s still breathing. We need to get her help quickly,’ Oberyn said matter-of-factly, but his usually strong timbre faltered. He noticed how fear seemed to have gripped his daughters, too. Their best course of action was to get to the camp.

The sunlight began to colour the sky in pale hues of pink and orange, chasing the gloomy grey clouds away from the Capital’s skyline. The sea was quiet, the waves languidly washing the edge of the shore with a quiet hum. The three Martells were unaware of nature’s beauty for they were trying to make their way around the rocks at the beach and reach the peak where lay the edges of their camp.

The tents soon appeared in their line of sight, torches slowly burning out as the day grew closer. A Stark guard noticed them and allowed them through without a second to waste after seeing the lifeless form that was slumped in the Prince of Dorne’s arms. Obara moved in between the tents, looking for the med tent where Tyene and other healers were stationed.

‘There!’ She ran up to the tent, pulling the flaps at the front open so Oberyn could dash in. 

‘Papa?’ 

Tyene had stayed awake through the night, waiting for any good news on the mission. She had stayed with Myrcella and Sarella for a while, getting to know the younger girl who had been adopted by her mother, then when the two former captives had tired out, she left them to sleep in the cots provided to the healers. 

Tyene was startled when the front of the tent rustled, but nothing could compare to the coldness that washed over her when she saw the person he was carrying. She gasped, ‘Mama!’

Oberyn stepped towards one of the operating tables and gently placed Y/N’s body on top. He leaned over her face, his hands running across the skin of her cheeks. He gave them a gentle, almost indistinct slap and begged her to open her eyes. 

Tyene pulled herself together and ran over to grab her box of medicaments. First, she pulled out a small vial of smelling salts. She uncorked it and held it under Y/N’s nose which startled her into half-consciousness.

‘Oberyn,’ she murmured breathlessly. Her eyes were bleary and unfocused, and she could barely keep them open.

‘I’m here, my love. You’re in the medical tent,’ Oberyn explained to her, running his thumb over her cheek. ‘We’ll get you better, just stay with me. Understood?’

‘Y-yes,’ Y/N sighed, trying to focus on anything else, but she appeared much too distracted. 

Tyene set water to boil on top of the small fire pit in the middle of the tent, throwing inside dried posies of chamomile, chicory and mint. She went back to Y/N to examine her injuries; the cuts on her face would be easily remedied with calendula paste that she could stir later, but the height of emergency was the knife that was plunged just a hand width to the left of her belly button. 

‘The blade hasn’t punctured anything vital,’ she assessed the wound, but the robe Y/N wore made it hard so she unfastened the strings that kept it closed and opened it. The chemise that Y/N was wearing was old and would only contaminate the wound further so Tyene grabbed one of Nymeria’s daggers out of its sheath and cut out the middle part. She purposefully left the bottom and top intact so they may protect Y/N’s modesty, but they would be removed and she would be dressed in a fresh one once they managed to save her life.

The thought had Tyene pause for a second and let out a shaky breath, her hands starting to tremble. Oberyn noticed it immediately, he reached out and took one of Tyene’s hands while his left hand continued to caress Y/N’s brow. 

‘My little snake, I know this is difficult,’ he murmured gently. ‘I would not ask you to continue if this is causing you distress, I can take over. No one would think any less of you.’

‘No,’ Tyene shook her head, ‘I can help, I just… I don’t want to mess up something.’

‘You won’t,’ came Y/N’s sweet voice. Her lips were trembling as she tried to put a smile on her face. ‘I put my trust in you.’

Tyene sniffed and furiously shook her head in understanding. She stared at the place where the dagger was sticking out from. It was a fairly clean cut and keeping the blade inside had also stopped a major blood loss. Tyene glanced at the heated pot, thinking over what could possibly be achieved in a military camp. Had this been in Dorne, she could’ve relied on a more extensive collection of poultices and medical equipment that was simply uncommon north of the Sea of Dorne. 

Tyene turned to Obara and Nym who stood as if waiting for orders. ‘Nym, bring the pot I’ve boiled over here with a gauze. Obara, I need you to grab the cautery and place it in the fire. I’ll clean the area surrounding the wound, then we’ll pull the dagger out. Mama, this is going to hurt, I’ll have to cauterise the wound.’

Y/N whimpered inwardly, but gave the younger girl a firm nod. 

‘It all will be over soon, my dove.’ Oberyn whispered against her temple. ‘I will not waste another moment after we get you stable. We will be on the first ship back home.’

‘I never want to see this city again,’ Y/N told him sadly, tears springing in her eyes. ‘I hate it, I absolutely hate it.’

Oberyn huffed, ‘I know, my beloved. I share your sentiment. You will never have to come here unless you decide otherwise.’

‘Which will happen exactly never,’ Y/N swore and it made Oberyn laugh lightly. If she had the strength to jest, then she would be fine. Oberyn trusted in his daughters healing abilities, she’d been a much better student of the maesters than he. 

Nym quickly set the steaming pot onto a side table and handed Tyene the piece of gauze who dunked it in the herbal concoction, using a pair of pincers to push it around and let it soak up all the helpful properties of the herbs and flowers she put inside. 

‘Is there anything else we can do?’ Nym asked her younger sister.

‘Myrcella and little Sarella are sleeping at the other end of the tent,’ Tyene jutted her chin out to point at the two girls who had huddled together on a single cot. ‘Take them somewhere else. We will need the space; and the fewer people there are here who could accidentally contaminate the open wound, the better.’

‘You’ve got it, Ty.’

Obara brough the cautery, propping it against the table. The metal was glowing red so Tyene waved her hand over it so it would cool off just a little before she used it. She lifted the gauze from the pot and grabbed it with bare hands, wringing the water from it. The heat of the material scalded her hands, but it didn’t matter. She noticed how Obara and Nym each carried the sleeping Myrcella and Sarella in their arms out of the tent.

Tyene took a few deep breaths and stood over the table. ‘Father, I want you to hold Y/N down while I pull out the blade. I will make sure to do it as careful as possible so it doesn’t damage anything, but if she must be as still as possible.’

Oberyn nodded at his daughter. 

‘Then I’ll hold the gauze to the open wound so we still the bleeding. We’ll have to be quick because the moon tea would’ve made your blood too thin.’

‘Understood.’

‘After that I will ask you to hold her again so I may cauterise the wound.’ Tyene looked at Y/N with wide, apologetic eyes. ‘This part is going to be the most painful, I’m afraid.’

Y/N trusted her completely so she let her head fall back against the table. With one arm she gripped at Oberyn’s biceps, fearful of the pain that was to come. Surely, it wouldn’t be worse than what she experienced at the hands of Cersei. Nothing could be worse than that. 

‘Okay, I’m gonna pull now,’ Tyene warned, one hand on the hilt of the dagger and the other on the skin surrounding the blade. And pulled. 

Y/N tried to stay as still as possible. Oberyn’s hands on her torso tightened so he could hold her in place while Tyene pulled the blade out. Y/N clawed at Oberyn’s arms, sobbing his name out. 

The dagger clattered loudly onto the side table and Y/N felt nauseous. She could distinctly feel a hot cloth being pressed against her skin where the blade used to be. The tissue felt oddly cold like it had been exposed to an icicle. But the gauze kept the blood from oozing out and Y/N could tell when the healing properties of the herbs began to numb the pain.

Oberyn lifted her head just a little and pressed a flask to her lips. The residue liquid on the rim told Y/N that she was being given some sort of mead. It smelled pungent. 

‘For the pain,’ Oberyn explained. ‘Trust me, I’ve had wounds cauterised, you’ll need something to dull your senses, my dove.’

Y/N accepted the drink gladly. True to Oberyn’s words, it was sweet and made her head feel instantly foggy while her skin began to tingle. Nothing happened for a few calm moments and Y/N felt herself slipping into unconsciousness again until…

Hot.

Scalding. Hot. Excruciating. Pain.

Y/N’s mouth fell open and a tortured scream fell out of her lips that remained soundless to her ears. All she could think about was the hot metal that was being pressed against her side, melting her skin like wax. 

‘It’s alright, my love.’ Oberyn shushed her, speaking sweet words into her ears. Her screams tortured him, drove an icy dagger into him but straight into his heart. He knew those screams would haunt him for a long time, but all he could focus on in the moment was talking Y/N through the pain. Keeping her alive.

‘It’s alright, it’ll be over soon. I am taking you straight to Dorne after this. The boys will be so happy to see you, my darling dove. My beloved.’

‘Oberyn, it hurts,’ Y/N sobbed. The metal was lifted from her side and Tyene was pressing the gauze against the burnt mark. The feel of the warm, damp cloth was somewhat soothing, but Y/N could feel her entire left side pulsate. 

Oberyn peppered her forehead with kisses, ‘See, it’s over. It’s over.’

Y/N let herself go and cried, loudly and without a worry that her sorrow would bother someone. It’s over, she thought. She cried out of pain, she cried for what had happened. She cried for her unborn child, she cried for the children that she missed in Dorne. She cried and cried until her eyes and face felt raw. 

Oberyn held her in his arms awkwardly since the high table prevented him from fully embracing her and placing her in his lap. But he held onto her. Hiding his own tears because he couldn’t let his dove see him so distraught. A strong, fearless man like him, broken by the pain he saw in his beloved. It’s over, he continued to say.

‘Tyene,’ Oberyn turned to his daughter who quietly sat on the other side of the table, eyes blank. ‘You did splendidly, little one. I am so proud of you.’ 

Tyene’s mouth twitched in the corner and she swayed her head. Inside, she was glad that she could help, but it didn’t change the fact that she had just experienced something so traumatic. She was seventeen after all. Her father was in his mid-forties and yet he too was shaken to his core by what had just happened. 

‘Tyene, I will ask you for one last thing and then I will have you lay down and rest before we set sail.’ Oberyn waited for Tyene to nod her blond head at him once more. ‘I want you to dissolve three drops of essence of Nightshade into a cup of warm water. Exactly three, understand.’

Tyene knew what three drops of that particular potion could do; grant the drinker a night of deep sleep, uninterrupted by dreams. That would be prudent, she thought, Y/N needed the rest if only to let her wound and spirits fully recover. 

Tyene quickly rummaged through her box and found the vial of purple liquid. She grabbed another pot and filled it with water, placing it over the fire to heat up. She then filled a small leather cup with the water and carefully measured three equal drops of the essence. Tyene turned back to her parents, finding them somewhat calmer and looking into each other’s eyes. Y/N’s own eyelids were growing heavier and she was fighting sleep while Oberyn whispered kind words into the air between their faces. Tyene thought it must’ve been something truly beautiful because even in that moment of pain, Y/N smiled at him in earnest. 

Tyene tapped her papa on the shoulder and handed him the cup so he could help Y/N drink the potion. He praised her throughout and promised her that she would be back home in no time. With her eyes finally fluttering close and whole body sagging with relief, Y/N fell into a restful sleep. Her chest rose and fell rhythmically, easing her husband’s anxiety.

‘I cannot thank you enough,’ Oberyn turned to his daughter.

‘I love Mama, you know that. You need not thank me for trying to save her.’

Oberyn rose from the small three-legged chair he’d been occupying and embraced his daughter. ‘It was hard for you, either way. I can see that, but I am thankful for you and your bravery, my sweet.’

Tyene sniffed, burying her face in her father’s chest. ‘Thank you, Papa.’

After a brief, silent pause Oberyn spoke up. ‘Go find your sisters and inform them that we will be taking one of the ships back to Dorne. I will have to speak to the Queen, but otherwise… there is nothing more keeping us here.’

‘So the castle, Cersei…?’

‘The city belongs to Queen Daenerys now. As for Cersei… she will face consequences for all of her actions. Her fate is no longer of my concern.’

Tyene had to agree with her father. She glanced at Y/N who was peacefully resting onto the operating table and knew that their mission had been complete. But at what a cost…

‘I will make a paste of calendula for the cuts on her face and a paste of hypericum for the stab wound,’ Tyene said. ‘I will ask one of the other healers to help me dress her into new clothes.’

‘No need,’ Oberyn interrupted gently. ‘She is my wife, I will dress her myself.’

Y/N felt as if she were plunged in deep waters and her body was resurfacing before her mind could catch up. She felt both heavy and weightless, and could swear that she was swaying. Her hearing began to allow different sounds to seep through the mental fog. She could make out voices not too far away. Male voices, both being extremely familiar.

‘Oberyn?’ Her throat scratched terribly when she tried to use it. The strain threw her in a coughing fit. She was ready to beg for a sip of water just so her larynx would cease pretending to be a desert. 

The sound of fast footsteps slamming against the floor coming towards her. Closer and closer. Y/N started to worry if the scattered memories she had of the past day or some had been figments of her imagination. Was she still at the dreadful castle?

A calloused palm cupped her right cheek and smoothed the skin over he cheekbone. ‘I’m here, my dove.’

Y/N stills couldn’t open her eyes, but the sound of Oberyn’s voice brought her to tears that simply couldn’t spill. Her eyes were bone dry.

‘Can you pass me the water goblet?’ Oberyn said to another person in the room. Another pair of feet moved across the floor and approached the bed Y/N was laying on. Then the rim of a cup was pressed against her bottom lip as Oberyn lifted her head to allow her to drink. The water was akin to ambrosia as it touched Y/N’s tongue. It was sweet and soft, quenching her thirst. Oberyn made sure she took small gulps so she wouldn’t choke, nor overwhelm her body. He wanted to keep her in a state of absolute calm. 

Once she had had her fill of water, Oberyn dipped his fingers in the remaining inch of liquid in the goblet and wiped her eyelids. Her damp eyelashes fluttered and Y/N finally opened those beautiful eyes that he adored. 

Oberyn grinned, ‘Hello, my dove.’ 

‘You are not a dream?’ Y/N asked tentatively.

‘Not a dream,’ Oberyn reassured her.

She tried to lift her upper body, but could not do more than just wiggle in place. Oberyn understood what her intentions were and grabbed another pillow from the other side of the bed. He helped her lift herself into a semi-sitting position and propped her against the cushioned back of the bed. 

Y/N blinked as she took in the room she was in, finding it to be the main cabin on Oberyn’s ship, The Lavandula. The vessel swayed gently above the sea, but judging from its movements it was still anchored somewhere. She felt something coating the left side of her face so she lifted her fingers to touch it, finding a thin sheen of a fragrant salve covering her scars and bruises. Y/N’s eyes finally moved to the other side of the bed where another man stood with his hands politely clasped behind his back. A man she recognised very well.

‘Cousin Axel?’ 

Lord Axel bowed his head at her, but did not budge from his position, two feet away from the bed itself. He showed that he wanted to keep a respectful distance should his presence be unwelcome. 

‘He wanted to come and see to your health,’ Oberyn cautiously explained. He was ready, however, to grab Lord Axel by the lapels and drag him off the ship if it brought even the minutest discomfort to his dove. ‘Him and his soldiers answered the call to action, they came to fight Cersei… for you.’

Y/N stared at her older cousin in disbelief. ‘Why? You owe me nothing… your father certainly believed so.’ 

Axel lowered his head in shame. ‘I am appalled at what little care my family showed you. But my beliefs are not my father’s. I wish for us to be… cordial. I know I cannot hope for more. I would’t forgive had I been in your shoes.’

‘That’s right, I shouldn’t forgive you.’ Y/N’s hoarse voice sounded much too menacing to be truly her. Axel remained silent. ‘But I am not a vengeful person, cousin.’

Lord Axel looked up, surprised by the sudden softness in her tone. 

‘I always wanted to be loved by my blood.’ She lovingly glanced at Oberyn. ‘I found that, instead, with the family of my husband… But there is nothing more that I would love more than to heal the mistakes of the past.’

Axel seemed truly touched by her gracious words and behaviour. In his youth, he’d never paid much attention to his cousin, but watching how forlorn the servants in his ancestral home became after she departed for Dorne those four years ago, showed him just how beloved she was by the people she cared for. He felt privileged to be at the receiving end of that same kindness.

Y/N turned back to Oberyn with a questioning gaze. ‘Are we still in King’s Landing?’

‘I wanted to make sure you’re alright, before we set sail. Tyene has chosen to stay and be a healer in Daenerys’s army as they travel North. Obara is going with her as my second-in-command.’

‘And Nym? Myrcella? Sarella?’

‘Nym is staying in King’s Landing. Daenerys has appointed her a member of the Small Council. And Myrcella and Sarella are on the ship, in their own cabin.’

Y/N sighed through a smile. She felt a little calmer, knowing that Myrcella and Sarella were safe, especially the latter who had become a child of her, despite not coming from her. ‘Finally a place for Nym to use her incredible mind.’

‘My thoughts exactly,’ Oberyn was glad to see some semblance of light back in her eyes. He knew that the journey back to health would be long and arduous, but he accepted small victories with a gladdened heart.

‘I will go send off Lord Axel and tell the captain that we wish to leave,’ he then continued. ‘Would you be alright if I left you for a few moments?’

‘I am not going anywhere,’ Y/N replied softly, leaning back against the pillows. ‘Cousin Axel, I am happy to see you in good health.’

‘As am I, cousin.’

With a deep bow, Lord Axel walked out of the cabin without another word, followed by Oberyn who kissed Y/N’s brow before going off to see the captain of The Lavandula. 

Y/N let out a long sigh, finally feeling safe. She closed her eyes for the briefest of moments, listening to the crash of the waves against the boat. It was calming and almost serene; it was odd to be overcome by such a sensation after the horror that had only recently ended. Y/N felt almost guilty for taking a breath.

‘I told you he would come for you.’

Y/N’s eyes slowly opened to see Elia, sitting at her bedside. Her downturned eyes looked happy for the first time, jovial even. She seemed at ease, just as Y/N felt.

‘I may have doubted it for a moment,’ Y/N admitted. ‘But you were right.’

Elia grinned, her hand laying over Y/N’s and she gasped. Her hands hadn’t lost their ghostly frigidity, but they could almost pass for warm. A warm, soft palm that was resting over her knuckles. 

‘How?’

‘The Mountain is dead,’ Elia stated and then her eyebrows rose for a moment. ‘Yes?’

Y/N nodded in confirmation, still surprised by the odd feel of Elia’s hand. She raked her brain for a possible explanation and only one — a happy one — came to the surface.

‘You are free.’

That would explain the way Elia felt, the energy about her. It would explain why Elia could appear here, outside of the damned tower. She was released from whatever had trapped her in this state between life and death.

‘It wouldn’t have been possible without you and Oberyn,’ Elia said. ‘I feel… I feel… I can go to my ancestors now. I can see my babies again.’

Y/N’s whole face trembled in sadness and joy. She was so happy for her sister, so happy that there was finally an end to her torment. 

The door creaked open and the two women watched as Oberyn stepped through and froze on the spot, eyes widening at the sight of his long lost sister. He wobbled in place, hand coming up to grip the doorframe to keep him from toppling over. 

‘Elia?’

She grinned back at him. ‘Hello, Oberyn.’

He walked up to her and stretched out his arms, unsure if she was truly there and not merely an illusion of his tired, old mind. His sister, his dearest friend. She wore her traditional Dornish garb of silks and satins dyed in bright yellow and orange, her hands and neck adorned with thin gold jewellery. 

‘Elia came to me while I was imprisoned,’ Y/N explained, seeing how this whole seen shocked her husband deeply. ‘She had been trapped by some force… now that the Mountain is dead, she can move on.’

Oberyn exhaled shakily, taking one of Elia’s hands in his. He peered at the skin as if it were the most surprising thing on this earth and it was. He thought the day when he saw his beloved sister again, would be the day he left this world.

‘You look just as I remember you,’ he whispered. 

Elia’s features softened and she fondly cupped her little brother’s cheek. ‘And you’ve grown so much, young Viper.’

‘Not so young anymore.’

‘You still are my silly little brother.’

Y/N’s heart could combust with the happiness she experienced at the sight of her darling Oberyn sharing a final moment with his sister. They both deserved that closure.

Elia turned back to Y/N and crouched by her bed, kissing her temple. ‘I am going now… it is odd, but it is as if a hand is pulling me away from this place.’

‘Go,’ Y/N mumbled.

‘I will look after your little berry for you, darling sister.’ Elia promised her. There weren’t words that could simply explain the plethora of emotions that settled upon Y/N. Her face twisted in sorrow, but she was glad. Glad that her baby would be with the Gods, wherever in all the Seven Heavens they chose to be. ‘She will spend eternity with her ancestors, with me and her cousins. Never wanting, nor sad. Just a happy little thing, as small as a berry.’

Y/N sobbed, grasping at Elia’s fingers.

‘Take care of our family,’ she said finally. ‘And take care of yourself, you wonderfully strong woman.’

Y/N closed her eyes as Elia laid a kiss upon her brow. When she opened them she witness the woman before her turn to golden mist and fizzle out of the cabin window, leaving nothing behind but a sigh and two people who loved and missed her. 

Oberyn eased himself onto the bed next to Y/N, gouging her reactions before he finally laid next to her and enveloped her in his arms. The two of them remained like so for a long time even after the ship had slowly began to move away from the shore. Oberyn had felt a massive load be lifted off of his shoulders. A load as heavy as a boulder that was hoisted upon him since Elia’s death. He didn’t waste another thought on the Mountain. The beast had gotten his just end and as a result that allowed Elia to finally pass on. What truly weighed on Oberyn’s mind was sharing in Y/N’s grief over the loss of their child, supporting her as she wept and keeping to her side as she buried her face in the warmth of his neck, her hot tears trickling down his skin. They were soon joined by the moist that resided in Oberyn’s own.

The sail back to Sunspear was slow and uneventful. No storms caught them unawares and no other ship passed them on the open blue planes of the Narrow Sea. 

Oberyn used the time to pamper his dove and tend to her wounds, using the healing salve Tyene had made. He bathed her and made sure she was dressed in the softest of silk gowns. He laid beside her in their bed, his hands roaming her shoulders and arms, mapping out the skin that he had longed for for so long. He allowed himself to finally breathe for his dove was — at last — safe and sound with him.

Oberyn made sure to take her out on the deck every day during their journey. Walks were important as to not allow her body to stiffen, and the fresh air and sunlight would be most beneficial to her in the recovery. Oberyn knew that once they’d reached Sunspear, he’d order a comfortable seating area be made in the gardens bellow their balcony. Anything to make sure she could rest and mend from that monstrous ordeal.

Sarella and Myrcella would join them sometimes or sit with them for dinner, but they allowed the couple to heal at their own time and their own place. It didn’t change the fact that Sarella would be found at Y/N’s bedside, reading with her and talking all through the days of their journey. Oberyn didn’t try to dissuade her; he would stay with them, enjoying the sweet bond between his dove and the petite girl that she had claimed as her daughter.

Y/N would sometimes talk about what had happened in King’s Landing and each time Oberyn would hold himself back from marching up to the captain to tell him to turn the boat around so he could go and strangle Cersei Lannister himself. But he knew that the right thing would be him staying with his wife and being her confidante as she shared those memories. For once, Oberyn chose not to resort to violence. Y/N didn’t need that. 

‘Would they be upset with me?’

Oberyn whipped his head around, looking at Y/N as if she’d grown another head. The two of them were leaning against the railing of the ship, watching as the water became more and more familiar today. They must’ve been no more than 20 leagues off of the coast of Dorne because the waters began to seem more and more familiar and the climate warmed up. 

‘Who could ever be upset with you, my dove?’

‘Our people,’ she whispered sadly. ‘I’m afraid that I have let everybody down.’

Oberyn gently cradled the back of her head and turned her face towards his, lowering his forehead to rest on hers. Their breaths and beating hearts seemed to be the only sound audible for them to hear. Oberyn sighed deeply, ‘I can assure you, nobody would blame anyone but the Lannisters for this… ordeal. Hells, all of Dorne was ready to empty out the streets if it meant one more person marching on the Capital to get you back.’

Y/N’s heart lurched in her chest. She was happily surprised at Oberyn’s words, but that did little to quell the worry in her belly that she hadn’t done enough. Hand’t fought harder enough. If only she could earn her people’s love and devotion.

‘And remember,’ Oberyn pulled back a little and stared intently into her eyes, ‘that I might have killed the Mountain, but you brought him down. I would’ve been surely dead had you not intervened like the fearless viperess that you are.’

‘Oh, hush.’ Y/N planted her lips on his, loath to even entertain the thought of Oberyn dying at the hands of that monster. ‘I will hear none of this. You are alive and well, with barely even a scratch.’

‘Thank’s to you, my love.’

Oberyn let his hands smooth over her waist, bringing her in closer. Y/N responded willingly, wantonly. She had missed him so and every second that she spent in his presence reminded her just how much the mere sight and smell of him lured her in. There weren’t enough poems nor songs in this world to describe the extent of her love and desire for him.

‘Take me, husband.’

Oberyn parted his lips and a low moan trickled out of them. But he moved no further. ‘Believe me, dove. There is nothing I want more, but I do not want to overwhelm you so soon after…’

‘I want this,’ she desperately assured him. Honest to all the Gods, she burned for him and his touch. ‘I want you, Oberyn.’

‘And I want you, too. There is nothing that could ever change that,’ Oberyn took her hands in his. ‘I will still want you to possess you in any way a husband, a man can possess his beloved, even when I am a haggard, wrinkly old greybeard. With my hands, my mouth, and my cock. Every way that I know you want and love.’

Y/N’s breathing came quick and fluttery, as if a butterfly had been trapped in her lungs. 

‘But I want to make sure you’re safe first. That you have completely recovered from the horror that you’ve endured. After we are back in Sunspear,’ he looked out into the sea, ‘after you are reunited with our children and our family… I will take you to the Water Gardens, like we did on our honeymoon, and I will keep you in our room until I have loved every mark they left on you out of your body and mind.’

Y/N pleasantly deflated before him with a relaxed smile adorning her beautiful face. Oberyn loved seeing her like that. She rose on her toes and kissed him sweetly, her soft palms brushing against his chest and his neck. They rested on his shoulder even after she lowered herself, before she cupped his jaw and whispered once more.

‘I am already growing calmer by the minute by simply being at my side.’

‘Then at your side I shall remain for as long as you want me.’

‘Always and forever then,’ she jokingly remarked.

‘Your wish is my command.’

The ship docked at Sunspear harbour around the early afternoon on the ninth day of their travel. Trystane led Myrcella onto the cobbled grounds of the dock and further away. The two of them had been impatient to put the nightmare to an end and seeing the familiar shores of home once more was a welcome respite. They had announced they would return to the Water Gardens and Y/N supposed they wouldn’t be seen for some time. She was happy, of course. Knowing how much Myrcella loved Trystane and how incredibly broken she was by their dramatic separation, she did not object to her niece leaving her side. 

Sarella wrung her hands as she awaited patiently on board for what would happen next. She watched the vast port, her eyes unquenchable as she took in the place where fourteen summers ago she had been born. She thought of her birth mother, of her kind dark eyes and self-assured smile, and imagined how excited she must’ve been to have seen such beautiful place. For Sunspear was truly magnificent to her own young eyes.

‘Are you ready, dear?’ Y/N asked the young girl, rubbing her shoulder. 

Sarella was still speechless, but allowed herself a brief nod before slowly stepping down the plank and into her new life. A life that the woman standing still on top deck behind her knew she deserved. 

‘Shall we ride the carriage, dove?’ Oberyn asked.

‘No,’ Y/N said quietly. 

She too felt overwhelmed of the sight, but in contrast to what young Sarella might’ve felt, she felt relief. Seeing Sunspear again made her wishful to walk through those familiar streets, pass the vendors that she knew by name, and soak up the wonder of her city. 

‘I wish to walk.’

Oberyn turned away the coachman who was waiting for them at the edge of the harbour. Sarella had heard of Y/N’s decision and refused to ride by herself. She wished to stay with her mother. 

The three of them slowly made their way up the hill. Oberyn didn’t wish to rush Y/N, he knew she had made quite the recovery during their trip, but it didn’t change the fact that she hadn’t been on solid ground in more than a week. Take your time, he whispered in her ear, clasping her hand in his. 

People were walking out onto the street, stunned into silence as they watched their Princess arrive back home. Women took their children out of the nursery to see her, tears brimming in their eyes. Even the most hardened of Dornishmen made no attempt to hide their emotions, lowering their hats or simply bowing their heads to show their deepest respect for a young woman who had seen one of the seven hells and had returned. 

A common sentiment could be discerned throughout the great Dornish capital and it was the relief that fate, in the end, brought the people their beloved Princess back. 

‘And not a single person to disprove of you,’ Oberyn mumbled to Y/N who was amazed by the outpour of love she felt from her own people. The city seemed to have quieted down and all eyes kindly watched as Y/N made her way back to the Old Palace, accompanied by the Prince and another found daughter. 

Oberyn was glad that Sarella was faring so well in this new environment. Y/N had shred with him hers and Elia’s pondering over Sarella’s parentage, and after discussing it with Sarella herself, both were finally and truly reunited as father and daughter. Oberyn couldn’t hide the joy at discovering her, nor the rage at her being so cruelly treated by her captors for such a long time. 

‘We shall have to take Sarella around the city when you are feeling better,’ Oberyn commented as they neared the Palace. 

Y/N hummed in agreement. ‘I already feel better, my love. I am home.’ 

They were heartily welcomed into the front gardens of the Old Palace. Doran, who’d gotten better at walking on his own (with the help of a cane, of course) since Oberyn’s departure, was the first person to greet Y/N as she passed the gates. 

An apology was right at the tip of his tongue, aware that the last time the two had spoken, he had said things we didn’t really think, nor feel in his heart. Lady Mellario, who’s face was drawn and one could only guess that having two of her children off to war would do that to a mother, walked around her husband to embrace the returning couple. Y/N was first and then Oberyn.

‘Trystane?’

‘He’s left for the Water Gardens with Myrcella,’ Y/N told her.

‘And Quentyn?’

‘He’s with his troops in King’s Landing, but he is safe. I promise you that,’ Oberyn said to his brother’s wife who visibly sagged with relief. 

Mellario then smiled at Y/N, ‘I’m sure you’ll be wanting to see your children, but do you need some rest first?’

‘I’ve rested enough,’ Y/N replied. ‘I want to see them.’

‘We are glad that you are back,’ Doran interjected, standing as still as a statue. ‘And that you are safe.’

Y/N warmed up at his words, knowing that despite his taciturn, he truly was happy to see her soundly back in their home. ‘Thank you brother,’ she quietly replied, casting her head down in a show of gratitude and respect. 

Sarella remained huddled behind her father’s shoulder, fearful of being noticed. She didn’t know what to expect. Y/N and Oberyn had assured her that her family would be overjoyed by her appearance in their city and accept her as part of their family without an issue. 

Oberyn took notice of her reluctance so he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, gently pushing her out so Doran and Mellario could finally see her.

‘This Sarella,’ he introduced her. ‘Our daughter. Her mother was a lover of mine, but I never knew she had conceived. She is a Sand.’

Sarella curtsied. Mellario regarded the young girl for a moment before she graced her with a motherly smiled. 

‘She does have your eyes, Oberyn.’

‘Thank you for welcoming me into your home, Milady.’

‘Nonsense, child. This is your home.’ Sarella liked the older lady. She didn’t owe her anything, yet she instantaneously accepted her as one of her own. Mellario turned to her parents and said, ‘I will personally see that she is settled in one of the chambers by the nursery. Next to Elia.’

Sarella peeked at Y/N who nodded, silently assuring her that it would be completely fine for her to follow Mellario. She would be well taken care of and given all the comforts that her birth allowed her. 

Oberyn then took Y/N’s hand in his and led her into the Palace. The air was much more agreeable there than it could ever be in the Red Keep. Y/N had sensed it immediately upon arriving in Sunspear, but it felt so much more powerful once she was inside the walls of her husband’s ancestral home. The light perfumes of the flowers in the gardens outside and from the city bazaars down bellow carried into the Old Palace, making it a seamless part of its people and not something that was far away from them. 

‘The children should be in the private gardens now? Do you wish to change or…?’

‘Take me to them,’ Y/N asked and Oberyn didn’t question her further. Afterwards, he’d make sure she was bathed in lavender waters and properly dressed. He was also going to change the dressings on her abdominal wound and make another batch of the salve to keep it from developing an infection and also help with the scarring.

The private gardens were just as Y/N had left them, but even more beautiful as all the orchards were in bloom. The lavender bushes that formed two neat rows along the pathway had spouted and the gentle, purple flowers filled the air with their calming aroma. At the end of the pebbled walk was the seating area where many they had taken their meals or simply enjoyed the fine weather. Now, it was turned into a temporary play pen where Ellaria was overseeing the tiny heads that were engaging in some board game.

Once she saw Oberyn and Y/N approaching, her eyes widened and mouth fell open in a silent oh. She shot up from her chaise, rushing forward to meet them. Her long, slender arms wrapped around Y/N, bringing her in close. She let out a long sigh, ‘Gods bless you, my girl. You have been terribly missed.’

Y/N could already feel the emotions bubble to the surface and wetness form along the seam of her eyes. She thought she wouldn’t cry as she’d shed enough tears during the period of her incarceration and return to Dorne. But seeing Ellaria, happy and healthy, brought her to tears of joy. ‘I missed you too, Ellaria.’

‘Mama!’ 

Y/N looked over Ellaria’s shoulder in shock as a mop of dark curls popped out of the circle of children, playing in the pen. 

‘Salvador!’

The little boy ran towards his mother with a happy giggle. Y/N separated from Ellaria long enough to kneel down on the ground, letting her eldest son jump straight into her arms. If she thought she’d be able to hold the tears at bay, she was wrong. For when his little arms wrapped around her shoulder and head buried itself in her crook of her neck, she wept loudly. 

Y/N threaded her fingers through his hair, taking a whiff of him. He smelled like himself, this was not a dream. Her boy was in her arms. And her was well, more than well.

Salvador pulled back, his face scrunching up when he saw the tears in his mother’s eyes. ‘Mama, why are you crying’

Y/N gave the boy a tearful smile. ‘I’m not—’ she quickly wiped at her eyes, ‘—there! Not crying anymore. I- I am just so happy to see you again, my little snakelet.’

‘I missed you, Mama. But Papa said he would bring you back home. And Papa is never wrong.’

‘Indeed.’ Y/N glanced at Oberyn who had taken a knee by her side, his own eyes glistening. 

Y/N noticed more figures approaching quickly and before she knew it, Elia — sweet little Elia — who was holding Ellarion’s wiggling form in her arms, handed him to her.

A shaky breath escaped her lungs as she looked down at the baby— not much of a baby anymore. Oberyn’s coded words in the scroll he had sent were not mistaken. Ellarion had grown so much over the past two months. He’s hair was thicker, forming neat little curls that obscured the top of his forehead. A terrifying feeling came over Y/N that he wouldn’t remember her, that he would start crying like he used to when someone other than the closest members of their family would carry him.

But Ellarion looked up at her with his big, brown eyes… and grinned a two-toothed grin. The high-pitched giggle that bubbled out of his little mouth had Y/N clutching him to her body, sighing tremulously when the relief washed over her. 

‘Hello,’ she gasped. ‘Hello, my little boy.’

She hugged him close to her chest. Salvador joined the embrace, and he was swiftly followed by Elia, by Obella, and finally by Dorea and Loreza. 

Y/N didn’t mind being swarmed by them; their arms wrapped around her securely and warmed her more than the sun shining over Dorne. They were talking over one another, telling her how much they missed her, what they got up to while she was gone. Y/N listened to their tales, but their voices seem to be coming from beyond a some kind of sound barrier. They were dimmed out, but it did not really matter, because Y/N knew that she happy to just sit there in the garden with her family.

Ellarion was tucked into her arms, Salvador was sitting on his father’s knee while Loreza was sitting on the other, on a cushioned chair. Ellaria was pouring them tea while Dorea talked excitedly about her new martial arts training. Obella was pulling on Elia’s braids. The birds were chirping in the crowns of the trees and it all felt surreal, as if Y/N had never left.

Those were the moments that she’d thought of during her captivity. The relaxed environment of simply existing in the company of the people she loved. And she thanked whatever lucky star or benevolent god had kept her alive as to experience that quiet joy yet again.

1 year later

Oberyn was lounging on the chaise longue on his and Y/N’s balcony. The sun was moving along the celestial dome, nearing its curtain call for the day, but it still warmed his naked skin. The air was filled with warmth and flowery scents. The trees were once again in bloom and the Prince could hear the chatter of the gardeners working around the blood orange orchards bellow. 

Despite the long Winter that had started some twenty months ago, in Dorne the summer was eternal.  

‘I thought I might find you here.’ Y/N’s voice carried like birdsong from inside their bedchamber. She stepped out onto the balcony, wrapped in a sheer white dressing gown that was tied loosely at her waist. Her nipples peaked against the fabric as she moved closer and closer. Oberyn gave her one of his signature slackened grins as she unwrapped herself from the gown and let it drop to the ground. She joined him on the chaise longue, straddling his waist. She leaned back, hands on each side of his upper thighs as she stretched her legs towards the backrest.

Oberyn breathed in deeply, loving the scent of lavender on her. He noticed fresh beads of the scented oil dripping down the valley of her breast and he had the unquenchable desire to gather them with the tip of his tongue. And so he did; after all, Oberyn Martell was never a man who put desires aside.

He sat up, wrapping his arms around her lower back. Y/N’s own grin widened at his instant attention and she placed her gentle palms on his broad shoulders. Oberyn lowered his face and drew a long, wet line with his tongue from the space between her breasts, going up. The taste of lavender caught on his tongue and it drove him wild. His cock’s interest spiked up, not only from the close proximity to his wife’s wondrous cunt, but from tasting the flowery oil that she had made herself out of the plants she grew. It made it all the more intimate.

Oberyn’s tongue travelled up to her neck, before he finally reached her lips and licked into her mouth, their kiss wet and passionate. Slow and tender. 

After a bit, Y/N pulled back and cupped Oberyn’s face. She had a twinkle in her eyes and he loved to see it. His fingers caressed the skin of her 

‘I must say, this is a perfect end to today,’ Oberyn stated, diving back down to kiss his wife’s neck, licking and sucking. Her mound was rubbing deliciously against his cock, the friction causing them both to shudder and moan. ‘Nothing could be better, my dove.’

‘Not even— oh, yes Oberyn — n-not even a raven from Nym?’

Oberyn littered her neck with kisses. ‘Nym has written? I thought she was too busy running the Seven Kingdoms as Master of Laws to write to her old father.’

Y/N knew he jested and she enjoyed the game. ‘Do not be salty, my love.’

‘I can give you something salty, if that is your wish.’ Oberyn’s groan rumbled deep in his chest, but his innuendo made Y/N laugh. The sound was like the sweet jingle of bells to his ears. 

‘You are dreadful!’

‘Yet you love me!’

‘That I do,’ Y/N confirmed quietly. 

Oberyn pulled back just a little and gave his wife his full attention. ‘What did she say?’

‘Well,’ Y/N sat more comfortably in Oberyn’s lap, purposefully dragging her clit over his cock and making his eyelids flutter in pleasure. ‘She writes that things are going well, despite how much she loathes the weather.’

‘I share her sentiment. What else?’

‘She’s handling her job quite well, she seems very proud of her accomplishments,’ Y/N smiled proudly, happy to know that Nym had truly found her place in this world and could do some good for it. ‘She says that Obara has refused to wear the full armour of the City Watch, because it is…’ she pursed her lips as she tried to recall the correct words from the letter, ‘… stifling and fucking uncomfortable as a whole.’

Oberyn nodded. ‘She will have to get used to it, I suppose. But she is enjoying it?’

‘Oh, yes! Nym wrote that just last week she’d acted as an escort to Lady Sansa on her trip to Highgarden. It seems that she has finally accepted Willas’s marriage proposal. Oh! I was thinking we could host them after their honeymoon, it would be lovely to see her again now that we live in more peaceful times.’

Oberyn didn’t object; he had kept close correspondence with Willas Tyrell for years despite what most people believed. The two could be considered very good acquaintances, even friends. If friends were people who had, at one point, accidentally maimed the other, but friendships have bloomed from far worse incidents. 

‘Then…’ Y/N paused and a shadow passed over her face which instantly worried Oberyn. No such shadow had marred her face since the abduction and the days after her return from King’s Landing. ‘Cersei has died in her cell on Dragonstone… A lung infection.’

‘Good,’ Oberyn replied gruffly, holding Y/N tighter so she knew he was there if she needed comfort. Y/N, of course, never needed a greater reminder. Her recovery had been long and arduous, the nightmares that haunted her for weeks after her return had had her bolting up in bed, screaming. Oberyn had kept to her side through all that, always there to catch her if she stumbled, both figuratively and literally. His thumb traced over the scarred flesh where her physical wounds manifested. It had healed pretty well, but it was still a scar that she would carry for the rest of her life. 

‘I do not feel sad for her, really. I do not know if that makes me a bad person—’

‘It does not.’

‘I pity her… to be a person who believed themselves right when they caused so much pain in the world.’ Y/N shook her head, ridding herself of the thoughts. Now was not the time to think of Cersei Lannister. In fact, it would never be a time for that. Her name would one day be as unnoticeable as the scar on Y/N’s side and before long it would only appear in old annals, never to be even mentioned in conversation. ‘How was your afternoon, my love?’

‘Spent soaking up the sun,’ Oberyn said, as a smile was plastered back on his face. He pushed his nose against the spot bellow Y/N’s ear as his arms pushed under the bottom of her thighs, lifting her a little. She understood what he was aiming to do and reached between the two of them, taking his hardened cock in her hand and angling it at her aching pussy. 

Y/N slid onto him, fitting him like a glove. Her moan fluttered out of her lips and eyes fell shut at the feeling. Their lovemaking was a constant in their marriage (Gods knew it was hard for them to keep their hands off of each other, even at official events), but every time Oberyn nestled inside her was as good as the first time he’d done it. 

Y/N rolled her hips once, twice. Oberyn, in return gripped her body and pulled her closer to his chest, his legs flexing underneath hers so he could push his cock further into her silken cunt. 

The pleasure was intensified, Y/N felt so much more sensitive and was so much more responsive to the littlest of Oberyn’s ministrations. She adored the electrifying feeling coursing through her veins as she bounced into his lap, his cock hitting that spot inside her that made her see stars in broad daylight. 

Oberyn’s mouth was on her breast, sucking at the soft flesh. The loudest, breathiest moan escaped Y/N’s lips when he held her sensitive nipples in his mouth, rolling it around his tongue.

‘Oberyn!’ She whimpered his name, trying to get his attention.

Oberyn hummed against her nipple and the vibrations of his baritone were enough to make her insides quiver.

‘Oberyn, remember when we— oh, gods! Yes, just like that,’ she gasped when he started tweaking her other nipple in his fingers. ‘Fuck, this feels good!’

‘What do you have to tell me, my love?’ He asked with her nipple between his lips still. ‘Just let me suck on your breasts, dove… while my cock is— ugh! fuck — pushed up so deep inside you. I love how you squeeze me, dove. I love that cunt so much,’ he groaned and propped his heels on the chaise long and thrusted hard, making Y/N yelp at the mind-numbing sensation. 

‘Oberyn!’

‘I love you so much, dove! My beautiful, beautiful wife! Fuck, feels so good, dove!’

Y/N pulled up his face and planted her lips squarely on his, kissing him. Their tongues tangled tantalisingly, a clash of wetness and teeth. Y/N bit down on his lip, making Oberyn growl like a wild animal in a rut. He fucked into her faster, harder. His cock was being squeezed by her tight cunt like a vice, but no device like that could feel that good.

Oberyn grabbed her waist, his fingers digging into the softness of her body. Y/N gasped, words turning to intangible litany of noises as she felt herself getting closer, and closer, and closer—

‘Oberyn, I’m gonna— fuck, darling! Imgonnacomeimgonnacome!’ 

‘Yes, dove! Feels so—’ thrust ‘—good! Fuck, come around my cock! Soak me, drown my cock in your sweet juices! Let me fill you up again and again until I have my cum leaking out of you, dripping down your legs.’

With sweat beading onto her forehead and chest, Y/N yelped as she reached that glorious peak and tumbled down. Her whole body was racked by shuddering, making her legs feel fluid-like. She clutched onto Oberyn’s shoulder, arms, back. She held onto him as she floated in ecstasy and with a few more thrusts Oberyn was following suit with a guttural moan that resounded around the balcony. 

He slowly traced his hands down Y/N’s legs, slowly pushing them up at the knees and lowering the two of them down onto the chaise longue — him laying on his back with her sprawled onto his chest. Their quickened breaths and beating hearts seemed to be making the only noise. Y/N’s hands still perched on Oberyn’s shoulders glided up his strong neck and rested on his jaw. She slowly pushed herself and placed her lips on his, giving him a well-deserved kiss. 

‘What did you want to tell me, my love?’ He asked after he had had his (temporary) fill of her plush lips. 

‘Oh,’ she flushed and a dreamy smile came to replace his lips on her own. ‘Well, I… before I got Nym’s letter… I was actually on my way back from the maester.’

Oberyn’s brows furrowed. ‘Is everything alright, dove?’

‘Yes, yes! It was a check-up, since I’d been feeling a little under the weather in the past couple of weeks.’

‘Why didn’t you tell me?’

‘I knew you’d worry,’ she interrupted him. ‘And I love that you do, but this… sudden malady… I wanted him to check and see if my suspicions were correct.’

‘You worry me, Y/N.’

Y/N chuckled, pecking him on the lips again. A peck that was followed by a few more quick kisses, happy kisses.

‘Nothing bad, Oberyn. You know… after what happened last year… with the baby that I lost—’ she paused there, unwilling to continue on that unhappy thought. ‘I didn’t know if I would be physically able to… carry another babe.’

Oberyn looked up at his wife, emotions passing over his features like whirlwind and it made Y/N sincerely laugh. For a man of his intelligence, he sure got to a conclusion pretty slowly. But once he did, his brows eyes widened in astonishment. A choked laugh escaped his lips and he glanced down at their joined bodies, his cock still tucked inside her.

‘Are you wish child?’

Y/N nodded slowly, ‘The maester assured me of it.’

‘Oh, dove!’ Oberyn embraced her tightly, his lips touching her forehead. ‘Are you— Are you happy? Are you sure you feel comfortable carrying another child?’

‘I thought I would be upset,’ Y/N admitted. A year ago, she dreaded even thinking of such notions, but she’d spent a long time healing her heart and soul. Oberyn had helped a lot. ‘But I’m not. I couldn’t be happier.’

Oberyn grinned like a madman and it made that dimple that Y/N loved pop up on his cheek. 

‘We will have to extend the castle with how many children we have,’ he jested. 

‘I believe you, my prince,’ she began on the same joking tone, ‘that you are partly to blame. What with your stamina. Most men your age indulge in light reading and prayer, you know.’

His grin turned into a devilish smirk, ‘Most men my age— I’ll show you what a man my age can do. Come here, dove!’

Oberyn rolled them around, burying his face in her neck. His beard tickled her skin and Y/N couldn’t help but shriek with laughter. The joyful sounds filled their ears and the space around them, as the two lovers remained in their passionate tangle. The sun dipped further and further down, the crickets began their nightly serenade and the scent of lavender filled the air. Oh, what a beautiful evening it would be!

END TO OF VIPERS AND DOVES

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