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ask-iamnotanalicorn · 3 years

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Previous: The Nightmare Moon Timeline

The Tirek’s Reign Timeline

After Nightmare Moon’s return and battle for the throne, Princess Celestia and her protégée, Princess Cadence, subdued the maddened alicorn and managed to imprison her. Celestia had no time to celebrate not having to re-banish her sister for another thousand years; she went into a deep study, searching for the missing key that would activate the Elements of Harmony and free Luna of the poison darkening her mind and feeding on her ancient wrath. Princess Cadence and her husband Shining Armor took over running the throne of Equestria, giving the sisters time to find a solution and reconciliation. She is a wise and fair leader, despite her youth, and the uneasy country began to settle.

But with Celestia so distracted and Cadence not yet trained in monitoring the ancient dungeon of Tartarus, Tirek made his escape unnoticed. He was more cautious now than in his last quest to steal Equestria’s magic: the theft of a few ponies’ magic here, the emptying of a lonely hamlet there. Rumors of a magical plague and a strange monkey-horse creature who ate magic were all Cadence and Shining Armor had to go on, and they and the Royal Service were baffled by this creature or affliction that struck and then vanished again and again. Panic began to spread through Canterlot as more and more ponies on the outskirts of the city reported their magic stolen.

By the time word of a magical plague and centaur sightings reached Celestia, the only pony present who would recognize the significance, it was too late. Tirek had gained enough magic to come into the open and make his attack. First Cadence and her husband and guards fell, unprepared for what they faced. With Cadence’s alicorn magic combined with the many ponies’ he had stolen, Tirek defeated Celestia in spite of her best efforts. And lastly, ignoring her spitting invectives, he drained Nightmare Moon, as well.

With such potent magic flowing through him, Tirek’s lust for more power grew worse than ever before. He set out to steal the magic of every pony and magical creature in Equestria - and there were none who could hope to stop him.

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In the town of Featherhorn, there lived a young stallion with his parents, brother, and sister. He was a perfectly normal pony... or he would have been, were it not for the wings and horn he was born with. He got on alright - he had a few good friends and a supportive family, a love for his work and a faith that sustained him – but there were a number in the town who disapproved of him. He was the butt of many jokes and accusations, and often distrust. And the cultists who carried on in town caused trouble and made things worse for him, since he got the blame. He found it more and more tempting to stay out on the road, plying his trade and absorbing the confusion of strangers better than he could take the dislike of his own neighbors.

One day while the stallion was home, the town received word that a monster was coming. The monster had stolen the magic of the princesses, and now he was a giant, rampaging across the land and stealing the magic of every pony he found. He would soon be upon their town, and there was little time to flee - for who could run faster than this massive monster? Were they all doomed to lose their magic, and worse, their marks?

There was a small chance: a system of caves where they could hide, deep enough that the monster might not find them. But there was not enough time to get all the townsponies out, especially the sick and old; they could already hear the creature’s thundering hoofsteps on the horizon. If only they could distract it somehow, or slow it down... but who could hope to even do that much with a monster so powerful?

Nopony expected the young stallion, the alicorn imposter, to speak up:

“What if he believed there was another alicorn?”

The plan was dangerous. He would need help; handicapped in both flight and unicorn magic, he wouldn’t be able to fool the monster for long on his own. Few were willing - and of those who were, only a small number had the abilities that were needed. In the end, it was the stallion’s own brother and mother who helped him craft the final bits of his plan.

When the monster came upon the pony town, ready to further engorge himself with pony magic, the brown stallion appeared in the sky. He flew with confidence, bolstered by the carefully-directed winds of his expert flyer mother. His horn blazed with gold and silver light, bright as a star, aided by his magically gifted brother. And the monster believed the facade, and hungered only for more alicorn magic.

The chase lasted an hour, carefully-aimed magically bolts reflected through Sales’ horn by Pitch Black, skillful dodges aided by Pitch Forward. They had no hope of continuing the charade indefinitely, but that hour was enough; the townsponies were able to escape, hiding deep where the power-mad centaur wouldn’t find them. When at last the centaur swatted Salespitch from the sky and drained the magic from his injured body, the monster was enraged to taste such a miniscule amount. Black and Forward attempted a rescue, and were drained as well, their weakened bodies falling beside the unconscious Salespitch.

When the monster turned back to his initial target and found the town empty of all ponies - what’s more, he could not detect pony magic anywhere nearby - his wrath burned the town to cinders. But when he returned to find the ponies who had tricked him, in order to punish them further, their bodies had vanished.

Eventually, the monster left, continuing his rampage across the landscape. In a hollow of a tree, Pitch Black waited with the unconscious body of his mother and the severely injured body of his brother, the three of them blessedly undetectable now that they lacked their magic. But Black did not need his cutie mark to remember his driving purpose: to be there at the zero hour, when those he cared for needed him most.

The townsponies found them eventually; the father and daughter were overjoyed to find them alive. But Sales would not waken, though the best healers in the town mended his wounds. Badly injured and drained of magic, he slipped into a coma. Only alicorn-level healing magic might stand a chance of healing him, but that was lost to the monster.

But the town had been humbled. The one many of them had scorned the most – the pony who so hated being mistaken for something he was not – had taken up the very trait that caused him such trouble in order to give everything for the sake of those who despised him. The townsponies of Featherhorn vowed to protect him until he could be healed, and to keep away the members of his cult should they reappear to take advantage of his comatose state. And should he waken, they would treat him with the respect a hero deserved.

The monster still rampages. None in this group of refugees can hope to defeat him. But they have a refuge where they can stay safe until the nightmare has passed - and but for three of them, every pony and zebra has their magic. Perhaps one day, their fallen few will regain their magic, and the princesses will rise again.

But for now, they wait. And they guard their fallen hero.

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Fun Facts About The Tirek Timeline/Art:

- Yup, you guys just got a pretty close parallel to the mysterious Tirek Incident. It obviously didn’t go down quite like this in the comic timeline, but some of the important bits are in there. We’ll eventually find out what happened. I so wanted to avoid too many spoilers, but the story wouldn’t make sense without SOME of them, so... merry early Christmas, I guess XD

- And yes, I did consider letting Sales die in this timeline. But I just can’t kill off my boy. I also snuck in the meaning behind Black’s cutie mark, I’m curious to know what ya’ll think :D

- When Tirek sucked the magic out of Nightmare Moon, he unwittingly drained out the corrupting magic that was so heavily influencing Luna and fueling her rage and paranoia. Additionally, Luna got to see her sister lose her magic while fighting to protect her from Tirek. They reconcile over this event and join with Cadence to search for the missing Elements of Harmony.

- The Crystal Empire will come around because it has to, but Sombra bides his time a bit more when he realizes there’s a GIANT MAGIC-SUCKING CENTAUR hoarding the collective magic of the entire nation of Equestria, and it has bomb-blaster beams that can level towns.

- Meanwhile, a certain race of bug-ponies are infiltrating the Crystal Empire, seeking safety from the magic-eating centaur who is just TRASHING the place for fun now that he’s got so much power to chuck around. Plus there are rumors that this kingdom was once RUN on love, and Chrysalis really wants to figure that out. There’s a whole ‘nother story in there, I’m certain, and it probably involves a few specific changelings making friends with a few crystal ponies and learning about giving love. Maybe this time, without several humiliating defeats via pony love shockwaves and weaponized rainbows to harden her pride, Chrysalis might actually be willing to give it a try herself.

- This is a timeline where the princesses DO find ponies who can wield the Elements of Harmony. Ironically, Twilight was drained of magic along with the rest of Canterlot, but her studies in magic theory and history lead her to studying ancient texts about the Elements, and one thing leads to another until the princesses meet her. Also, Twilight is a bit better at making friends in this universe since she wasn’t constantly distracted with trying to please Celestia (not that I blame Celestia for the canon events, I mean look what could have been avoided in THIS timeline!). They don’t have the special Super Power-Up box and keys, but I like to think the initial power burst of the reactivated Elements does the job on Tirek as well as it was meant to on Nightmare Moon.

- No, Luna does not get the bad magic back when her magic is restored along with everyone else’s. The Elements don’t play that game, that stuff is burned. She and Celestia go back to ruling Equestria together once this is all over while Cadance works on connecting with the newly liberated Crystal Empire and their changeling allies.

- Honestly, I didn’t expect it, but this is one of my favorite of the art pieces in regards to composition and color. I just really like how the color turned out, and the magic glows. I was rather happy to find I could duplicate the effect of Tirek’s magic illustration from the show without too much trouble. :D I also borrowed a lot of tones directly from a screenshot of the show scene. It’s really nice when art things come together!

Next Week: Discorded

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fairymadnessyeah · 3 years

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BNHA Ship to Finish the Year

KotEri (Izumi Kota x Eri Aizawa)

Canon

I like to think that Kota and Eri meet during October. Eri never went trick or treating, and since Kota is a kid her age and Ragdoll is available for taking the door to door, Shota deems it okay.

They met before Halloween night, and it goes okay. Mostly they talk about costumes.

They dress up as LeMillion and Deku. Ragdoll sends a lot of pictures, It's too cute.

From there on out, the two are inseparable. I feel like Kota would be Eri's first friends, and he teaches her the beauty of pranks. Once, they put cooking oil on the floor and watched as Iida went flying into the TV. There is a no running rule now.

I don't think they would go to school together until they go to UA.

I feel like until then Kota only sees her as a friend until they start high school. Suddenly, the guys of class 1a are talking about who the cutest girl and they all think it's Eri.

He knows he shouldn't, but he is mad about it... Oh no!

I feel that for Eri, it happens later and more slowly. She knows she can trust Kota. Whenever she has a problem or needs someone to talk to, she knows she can trust in him.

By the second year, when I imagine he suddenly hits a growth spurt and enters his emo phase, she realizes he is handsome.

The two don't say anything until they go to a hero-convention (Deku Merch!) and one of the ex-Hassaikai attacks as a villain and recognizes Eri.

Kota helps her by taking her around the city, and when they get to a Sakura tree, Eri leans in and kisses him. He obviously returns it, and they start dating.

They keep it a secret for as long as they can, since Aizawa is the principal and very protective of his daughter. However, once he finds out, his trust in Kota is completely broken. He is not welcome in their home anymore.

However, Shinsou is weaker against Eri's puppy eyes.

I don't know why, but I would love a fic about them like this:

"Hey Izu-kun, you know how to drive right? And your aunt's and uncle let you take their car whenever?"

"Yeah, why?" "I need you to drive me somewhere?" "Sure, where?" "Tartarous," "... alright."

"So, why am I driving you to Tartarous?" "Oh, I want to talk with Chisaki," "*stops abruptly* WHAT!? You want to talk with the man that tortured you since you can remember and made your life a living hell!? WHY!?!?"

"I need closure. I know I might never be able to forget him and what he did, but I can't freeze every time somebody mentions him. I need to do this, I need to move on,"

He goes with her, as moral support. It kind of helps seeing him armless, behind bars and defeated, but Eri simply tells him she is moving on with her life and he should too.

After it, they go for ice-cream and a walk in the beach (I like to think this is a favourite date for them). I think it's a very romantic moment until Shinsou interrupt them.

Her family was made aware that she visited Chisaki and have been looking for her like crazy.

Family

Aizawa is not happy when he finds out. This is what happens:

*Eri comes in with Kota. The two have smoothies, Kota a blue one and Eri a red one* "Hi dad! We are going to be in my room studying! Don't interrupt us!" "Alright!"

*An hour later* "Eri, Mic is going to be home in a few minutes, we'll have dinner when he arrives. Is Kota staying?" "No, his aunt is picking him up in a bit," "...Why is your tongue purple?" "Oh... um... maybe it was the smoothie," "You had a red smoothie... and Kota had a blue... one..."

*He realizes what happened and starts stomping up the stair, Eri behind him, telling him to calm down. He slams the door open and sees Kota, with his hair messed and his lips covered in lip gloss, throwing himself off the window.* "Come here, you traitor!"

Aizawa calls a family meeting, and even Shinsou who has his own home has to come. He is ready to expel him, he feels betrayed. He trusted that kid in his home, and he takes advantage of his daughter? I don't think so! He is going to die.

Hizashi cries, his baby girl is replacing him. (I headcanon that she would die her hair to look like a rainbow, and Kota helps her, instead of Hizashi)

Shinsou is the one who sides with Eri, reminding his parents that she is old enough to make a decision like this, and they should trust her. "Besides, I was her age when Kaminari and I started doing stuff," "What?" "What?" "I don't live here anymore, I don't have to keep secrets,"

Shinsou lets her come to his home to get ready for her dates, so that Koda doesn't have to fear for his life in their living room. However, he still threatens him.

"For some reason, you make Eri happy. But if that changes, and you make her sad, you are going to wish, Midoriya never saved you from Muscular," "H-how do you know that?" "I know everything. Have fun on your date!"

The WWP are embarrassing. They have a photo album ready, they tell Eri how much he talks about her.

They also have an open-door policy, but Koda is a rebel and doesn't follow the rule. However, they found a way around it.

*comes in without knocking* "Hey kiddos, want some cookies?" "No, Aunt. We are fine," "Alright, just keep the door open!"

*comes in without knocking* "Hey lovebirds, are you thirsty? I made some lemonade!" "We are fine, Pixie-bob," "Alright, just keep the door open!"

*comes in without knocking* "Have you seen the cat?" "We don't have a cat, Ragdoll!" "Oh, right! Keep the door open!"

But when he locks the door:

*BANG!* "Aaaaahhhh!" "Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh!" "Tiger! Did you just kick the door open!?" "Yes! Remember to keep the door open!"

Also, when they found out, the WWD follows them on their date. They need pictures.

The problem is that Kota and Eri are not on a date. They are helping Katsumo give a tour of the city to his sister. They all notice the four pros following them, Kota tells them to ignore them.

I feel like Deku would be happy for them. His first fans are so cute together.

AU - Band AU

This is a modern setting au.

So, Eri was adopted into music. After she was rescued from Chisaki, she was adopted by Present Mic and his husband, Aizawa.

Present Mic is a famous radio host, and before that, he and Aizawa and Oboro played in a band together. Now, Aizawa is a music manager for young artist, in between those there is 1A band.

As she grows up, she is introduced to music, and it becomes one of the best things in her life. She is a great singer, and she also learns how to play the piano.

She want to have a career in music, so when she is a teen, at UA school, she joins the music club.

She is trying to form a band, and along the way she finds Katsuma, who becomes the bassist, Tamashiro on the drums, and they only need a guitarist and vocalist.

Enter Bad boy Kota. His parents were musicians that died in a boat accident, and so Kota now lives his aunt and their dancing group, The Wild Wild Pussycats.

He used to love music, but now it's only a reminder of who he lost.

But one day, Eri hears him sing. She asks if he would want to join their band. He refuses and leaves, but that is not the last he sees of Eri.

The two are paired for some school work, and while working on it, Eri starts singing, and it wakes something in him.

Kota doesn't know what it was, but suddenly, he felt as if he was with his parents again.

He tells her that he'll join her band temporarily, at least so he has enough time to figure out what was that feeling.

They are all ecstatic, and they start playing together.

Eri and Kota are the ones who most clash since he is really into rock and edgy stuff, and she is more cute and pop style.

However, the two spend a lot of time together.

Kota wants to understand how Eri makes him feel stuff, and Eri doesn't really mind his company, so she lets him stay. She was always very shy, so it's hard for her to make friends without recurring to music.

At some point, Eri tells Kota about her life as Chisaki's toy, and it makes him realize why Eri is so special.

She is real, she suffered and survived, and now she can keep smiling. Which Kota never got to, he never moved on from his parents death, and still hold on to the rage and sadness.

Kota also opens up to Eri, and he tells her about his parents death and his departure from music.

Eri asks him to sing with her, and when they do, Kota feels like he has his parents back. It brings him to tears, but Eri hold him.

The band present themselves to the talent show of the school and somehow end up winning.

During the celebration party, Kota and Eri kiss.

Fanon Opinion

I'm sorry, but I don't feel comfortable writing NSFW stuff about Kota or Eri.

I know that I age up everybody, and I did so with these two, too, but I can't.

I can't picture them as nothing, but children and I am not going to write PWP about that.

I don't they would do it until their third year, but I do think that they make out.

I think this is a very cute couple. They have that puppy-love thing going for them.

Also, I love this because it would be a good thing for Eri. We just want good things for Eri.

And I know that Eri is older than Kota, and supposedly she should be his senpai. But with all the emotional baggage she has, I think it makes sense that she would start school a little later.

I think that they would be a beach and parks couple. In summer, they go to the beach, while in the winter they hang around the park.

I feel like they would love to go camping.

Also, they match. They are horn buddies.

Also, Tik-Tok has a lot of stuff about them, so I recommend seeing them. I got the Band AU idea from it.

I imagine that they would become heroes when they are older. Eri would be like a new recovery girl, but scarier, and Kota would torture the children when they go to the training camp.

In my mind, Eri uses Aizawa's capture weapon, but she has it wrapped around her arms, covering her scars.

Also, while they are at the dorms, they are the Parent Couple. The two take care of their classmates with Kota stopping them from doing stupid shit and lecturing them, and Eri comforting them and healing their bruises.

Also, if Katsuma goes with them to class, he would be the baby.

"Oh, No! This is Bad! This is Bad! Stress is bad for the baby!"

"What baby?"

"ME! I'm the baby!"

#bnha #mha #kouta x eri #kouteri #izumi kouta #eri bnha #eri aizawa #bnha headcanons #bnha ships to finish the year #canon #family #band au #fanon opinion

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zargsnake · 3 years

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Knightkiller: Anakin and Obi-Wan’s First Adventure

Chapter 1: Aboard the Liberated Comet

Word Count: 1888

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“Anakin. Don't touch anything.”

“Yes, Master.”

The boy lifts his lightsaber up and illuminates the dark, low ceiling of the old ship. The Jedi wear Temple-issued space suits: bulky and ancient, but spotless and built to last. This ship’s life support hasn't functioned in a very long time, though its artificial-gravity plates still do. Most of them.

The ship, the Liberated Comet, went missing over four hundred years ago, along with the venerable Master Glagret. Though her species’ lifespans extend much longer than that, she was presumed dead until just last week when the Comet drifted into the monitored space over a secret Temple surveillance post on Rodia.

The Council sent another Jedi, Master Juna, and her Padawan to investigate the wreckage first. Juna is over five hundred years old herself, and she remembers Glagret well. The Council thought these memories would make it easier for Juna to find her. But something went wrong out here, now Juna and her little one are missing, too.

So the Council decided to change strategy, and send someone with absolutely no recollection of Glagret at all. The idea was that the Force would guide such a rescuer more objectively, without the bias of attachment, without the dangers of fear and hope. They sent the dashing young Kenobi, who has never failed a mission, and his wide-eyed new Padawan, who has never been on one.

Anakin has been a challenge to assimilate. In certain topics, he must learn with the beginners: a nine-year-old among three-year-olds, ignorant of the most basic truths about logical decision-making and proper knightly priorities. His teachers are suspicious of Anakin's core beliefs, since he has been tarnished by the capitalist brutality of the frontier. They worry that he will never learn to think as they do, with charity and selflessness first; they wonder if he will ever truly understand a Jedi knight’s responsibility to speak up against injustice and unkindness. Even Anakin's quietness is a cause for alarm.

In other topics, like droid-programming and self-defense, he is advanced for his age. His instincts are swift, and his cleverness is remarkable. He is rarely caught by surprise, and usually has some trick prepared. He can even type more words-per-minute than many far more educated scholars. Of course, geniuses are nothing new to the Jedi Order; it is essential that they are not treated like they are special for their talents.

Obi-Wan appreciates the challenge. He wants to make a strong impression on both the boy and the Council. He has elected to grant Anakin an above-average amount of responsibilities to impress upon him the seriousness of his new life and to simply fill up the gaps Anakin creates with his restless efficiency.

For example, Obi-Wan lost his lightsaber during his duel with the Sith on Naboo; when he built a new one, he had Anakin build one too, at his side. Nine is quite young to have a lightsaber, but it is also young to have a Master. Unlike most Jedi, Anakin knew his Master before he even knew the Temple. Obi-Wan knows that he himself will always be Anakin’s most powerful connection to the Order, its most important representative in the boy’s fast-sharpening mind. Not the swords, nor the buildings, nor the rules -- not Qui-Gon, not even the Force -- but Obi-Wan.

“Use your wrist-light instead. I have my weapon drawn; you should not.”

“Yes, Master.”

Anakin turns off his lightsaber and feels the strange, cold way it stills in his little hand. Normally there is a slight change in odor as well, as the lasers stop frying the air -- but there is no air here, besides the sterile stuff in their helmets. The only way they can even hear each other speak is through a wireless comm-system linking their suits. He hooks the hilt back onto his belt; it’s tricky in these gloves, so he has to stop walking and stand still as he does so. Obi-Wan stops walking too, patiently. Anakin flicks on the laser light on his left glove. It is bright and practical, but it isn't part of him, as his master says his lightsaber is. It also isn't a weapon. Obi-Wan limits how much Anakin ever turns his sword on, for safety. It is odd to be treated like a child in that way. To be protected from dangerous things. Anakin faced death in every podrace. He isn't scared of his own sword. Certainly he isn't scared of hurting himself. But he obeys his master -- not because he is right, but because he is in charge.

“Master Juna didn’t leave a single trace. It still feels like no one has been here in four hundred years,” says Obi-Wan.

“Yeah. She could have left the lights on.”

“I ought to be able to sense at least a shadow of their presence. But I truly feel nothing. It is like open space in a husk…all life whisked away by the infinite, dark vacuum.”

On his next step, Obi-Wan feels his foot bounce lightly off the ground. He holds Anakin's shoulder.

“Be careful, little one. The art-grav plating in this next section is faulty. You might feel a little light.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Mind your steps. There must be a trap in here somewhere.”

They walk further down the hall. Anakin is quite taken aback by the feeling of failing artificial-gravity. He holds onto Obi-Wan's arm in surprise.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes…” And a minute later: “This is kind of fun.”

“It is, isn't it? A long time ago, this is how space travel always felt. Even today, art-grav can sometimes break, even in the very best ships.”

Anakin imagines Padme bouncing off the walls of her top-of-the-line spaceship. He imagines fixing it for her.

“At the next asteroid cluster we pass, remind me to pull over,” Obi Wan continues. “You can find a lot of great natural low-gravity on asteroids. It's a great way to practice jumps... I haven't bounced around asteroids since I was a boy. I reckon you'll have a grand time with it.”

“Thank you.”

Anakin feels more lightheaded with excitement at that idea than with the actual lightness of his surroundings.

A slight movement catches Obi-Wan's attention; he looks away from the happy boy to the dark hall. He sees another flicker around a corner.

“Hello! ... Stay two steps behind me, Anakin, and be silent.”

Obi-Wan proceeds down the hall, weapon drawn. Anakin peeks around from behind the tall man. Then he hears a voice coming from behind them.

“Anakin…”

Anakin thinks, Who said that?! How does it know my name?! -- Oh, Obi-Wan just said it. -- But why does it want ME?

He looks at his master, but Obi-Wan seems to not have heard it. Anakin obediently remains silent. He wonders if it was just in his head. Sometimes things are. He looks behind his shoulder, but sees nothing.

“Anakin... Come to me.”

Anakin wrinkles his nose and sticks close to Obi-Wan. They turn the corner. On one side of the hall, there is a great window looking into open space; on the other side, a mirror. Obi-Wan shines his lightsaber on the mirror.

What a pair we are. My, he is so small, even in this suit. I'm glad we had one small enough for him. I don't think they make them any smaller. Imagine a baby in a space suit! I suppose we'd just put them in some sort of pod.

Not long ago, he would have at least spared a glance at his own face and hair, his old Padawan braid and his crisp beardlessness. After he lost Satine, he cared less. But since he gained Anakin, he hardly cares at all.

He looks out the window at Rodia as he walks. The Jedi surveillance system is not sanctioned or even known by the Rodian government. But the Jedi know what's best for them. And it was essential in finding this ship and beginning to solve this ancient mystery. Usually when something is lost in space, it's lost forever. Obi-Wan wonders if the Liberated Comet drifting back into their detection was due to the will of the Force or a nefarious plot by some unknown outsider, luring the Jedi into a trap and then snatching them away for their own mysterious ends. A few steps further down the hall, he senses another mirror on the wall and looks away from the window. He sees only one space-suited figure in the reflection.

“Anakin?”

He looks over his shoulder.

“Anakin? ... Padawan! Where are you?”

He shines his lightsaber down the hall; the blue light bounces off both mirrors, illuminating the empty hallway. Obi-Wan puts his weapon down, signaling that he does not want to fight. He turns up the sound-projection technology on his suit.

“I must say, well done, whoever-you-are. You took him from right under my nose. But a kid like that is lousy pickings. Show yourself. We can settle this like civilized creatures.”

The hall is silent.

“If you hurt a hair on his head, be prepared to answer for it. He is under the protection of the Republic, the Jedi Order, and me.”

The hall is silent.

“And at least one of those things can get fairly vicious.”

“How vicious?”

Obi-Wan's eyes dart to the end of the hall, where the voice seems to come from. But there is nothing there. The speaker must be using ventriloquism through the Force.

“Vicious enough,” he answers. “Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jedi Knight. Dare I ask for your name?”

“...You may call me... Knightkiller.”

“I'd rather not.”

“You are different from the last...You are hardly older than a child.”

“Yes. Really not worth your time, I'm afraid.”

“We shall see…”

Obi-Wan senses movement behind him. He turns around on his heel. A giant, armored alien slithers into the light of Obi-Wan's weapon. He sees his Padawan slung over their shoulder; the bubble of Anakin's helmet droops down between the boy's arms, which float a little upward in the meager gravity.

“Anakin!”

Obi-Wan holds his hand forward to sense Anakin's presence -- no, he is not dead, just unconscious.

“Who do you think you are, to treat a Jedi so shamelessly?”

They -- she -- speaks from where she stands. Her voice is the same, but now it is no trick. She tilts her head to the side, her orange eyes narrow.

“You're not much to look at... But you'll do, I suppose. Follow me.”

She slithers down the hall, twenty or more tiny legs scuttling from her long scaly body. Anakin sways with her movements; she holds him still with her claw. Obi-Wan winces at how close her claw extends to Anakin's oxygen tank.

He follows her to a part of the ship where the escape pods used to be; now, the hull has been blasted open. He sees, through the hole, the Temple ship he and Anakin took to arrive here. As he watches, a newly arrived ship fires upon it and demolishes it. This new ship is quite large, as if it was once part of an alien space station. The woman who calls herself Knightkiller jumps from the hole and hangs there in open space. She looks over her shoulder at Obi-Wan. He sets his jaw and follows her out. A blue tractor beam pulls them into the vessel.

Chapter 2: Zlinkgwal Zalt

#my story #my art #knightkiller: anakin and obi-wan's first adventure #anakin skywalker #obi-wan kenobi #star wars #scifi #adventure

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hitandrunduorp-a · 3 years

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What's Matt and Mattie's vampire lore? Is Charlotte in this au, too? Your lore stuff is so fun to read!

//thank you so much for being interested in the lore!! It's a bit lengthy, at least Matt's mostly is, so I'll put it under a cut ♥\\

//I haven't entirely decided if Charlotte will eventually make an appearance in this AU, and if sh does I haven't quite figured out a story so... we'll see on that front-\\

The Angel of Death; Matt LeBlanc

Matt's a pureblooded vampire who's roughly about 900 years old. No one really knows much about his first 200 years, except that he was adopted by higher class vampires at around the time he would be almost a teen in human years. After around 100 years, his parents were killed by hunters, whom he slaughtered in retaliation, and with having already shown great strength, he became a part of the army, so to speak. It was on the battlefields though, that truly gave Matt the title of Lord and 'The Angel of Death', and the respect he now holds.

He was sent as a scout but was captured during a very large war. Their kind was losing, and Matt was sure he'd be the next on the chopping block... but something happened, which caused him to not only lash out, and by the time reinforcements came to save him, the young vampire had, single-handedly, slaughtered a large portion of the large base he was held captive in, as well as taking out key generals and strategists.

For those wondering, while no one but him knows, the reason he managed to slaughter the base was cause one; he was planning on being captured all along, but what made it from killing some generals to a massacre, was seeing a few other vampires there... those who he had let himself become friends with, to trust... only to find out that they were traitors, and were planning on helping the opposing side win, in exchange for safety from the slaughter. Matt snapped, and instead of only a handful of deaths... well, it was a large base.

At almost 400 years old, he was granted his titles, as well as a place on the council, seeing as he was not only strong but his charisma and wit were greatly admired and respected as well. Not the best by any means, but when surrounded by those, like his cousin, who focus on brute force alone, he was a voice of reason and brilliance.

When he was 400, or just passed, he was given his first 'pet'; a human who, while meek, had life in their eyes. A burning flame that the young lord grew addicted to, and at one point treasured and fell in love with.

It was taboo but not unheard of for a vampire to fall for their pets, some even turning them to keep them in their lives... but Matt's story is never so sweet. The person, when he lowered his guard enough, turned on him and tried to kill him; nearly succeeding. Though they weren't expecting the rage that bubbled from the usually gentle and kinder lord, and he spent days breaking them, until they were nothing but a shadow of their former selves. Only then did he finally let them die.

And for the next few hundred years, whenever someone with that same flame came into the auction houses, or from traders, he would buy them, only to shatter their spirits into dust, enjoying the power it gave him over them... and the soothing effect it had on his anger, at least at first.

Eventually, he grew bored and apathetic from doing such things. His anger had long since dulled into a numb pain, and he decided to do something different; he treated them with masked kindness. Never getting too close, just enough to let his pets trust him... and, with a little bit of hypnosis here and there, fall for him, and willingly give him their blood. Blood, he finds, it far sweeter when given, than drained from a terrified source, but after he was about 700, it was rare for him to take a human in, only doing so on the very rare occasion.

While not a master in magic, he's quite skilled in hypnosis and mind tricks, his silver tongue and charismatic character able to tempt even the purest of minds. Known for being very calm and collected, it's rare to truly anger him... but if you do, then pray for mercy from whoever you believe in. Because he will have none.

The Young Lord; Mattie

Only 200 years old at most, it is rare for a vampire, let alone one who was once human, to gain such a title as Lord at such a 'young' age.

A drifter in his old life, he enjoyed his freedom until a vampire stole him away, having fallen for his kindness and beauty. He lived in a gilded cage, becoming nothing more than a living doll for his 'master'.

One day, his master was stressed and drank too much from the blond, and at first, feared he had killed his precious treasure. Heartbroken and panicking, the vampire hadn't realized he accidentally turned the blond, and when Mattie woke up, all he saw was red.

With his master slaughtered, he was lost in a frenzy that lasted around 50 years. Hiding away in a small part of a forest, he only ever attacked anything and anyone that came close.

Matt found the boy when his mind was, while still fractured, was starting to grip sanity once again, and after a time of offering him food and winning his trust, he managed to bring the boy home so he could recover in peace.

It took a bit longer, but Mattie eventually managed to mostly get his mind together again, really only faltering when he's hungry or angry. At first, the boy was planning on leaving to live his old life again as a drifter, but he accidentally walked in on one of Matt's meetings with other lords and overheard the plans they had for a troublesome group of creatures. They didn't want a conflict, but nothing anyone can do could calm them, and it was looking like another war was going to break out... and at the time, the vampires were already having issues in another area, and had little resources if a war were to start.

Not one for senseless violence, Mattie went on his own as an emissary, and single-handedly managed to soothe the conflicts, and helped avoid a small war from breaking out.

For his bravery (seeing as he could have been slaughtered before getting a word out), and for aiding in keeping the peace at such a dire time, he was given the title of Lord and a district, and while he's not thrilled to be stuck in one place, he's found ways of enjoying his new life, like learning various magic, and visiting the varying settlements around his district that he's managed to make peace with.

Quickly becoming proficient at blood magic and illusions, sometimes it's difficult to know if the boy you're talking to is really there before you, or is actually behind you, ready to rip your throat open. He can't control people, but if having open wounds, or worse, being on a bloody battlefield, he's a true danger; he's able to control the blood into anything he needs, be it weapons, spikes, projectiles, or bindings he can use and control, and thus can slaughter someone without ever getting close.

He doesn't need his illusions or the blood to fight though; while not physically able to go one-on-one, he's dangerously fast and agile, and a well-placed slice to the throat can be far more efficient than attempting to pummel an enemy down.

The Bull of War; Jason Moroe

Over 1200 years old, the pureblood lived during a time where he, and many other creatures, lived as slaves to humans who managed to control them, using them for work and heavy lifting, or thrown into a pit and forced to fight for entertainment. Jason was often rebellious, and tossed into the Pit often, and had fought -and won- against many creatures, growing stronger and stronger with each battle.

Eventually, he and others turned and rebelled against their masters, slaughtering everyone and earning his freedom.

When he joined vampire society, he was quickly respected for his incredible strength, with not many able to face him and win. He was a general for many wars, all of them able to inspire everyone for battle, no matter the odds, and more often than not, able to win the day because of it.

Another reason he's formidable is that he has no need to bring weapons with him; he's always armed. Tattoos litter his skin, and with them, he can form them and summon weapons from his skin at a whim, going from dangerous to deadly in moments.

He and Matt... don't get along, but they respect one another, knowing each of them struggled to survive for a long time; it's why Matt's strong enough to take Jason on, and possibly win. But their views on humanity are very different, and thus cause a lot of arguments.

Jason saved Matt from his first pet, and while he didn't kill them outright for nearly killing Matt, he made sure they couldn't run away while Matt recovered. It's why he, in recent years, gets worried when Matt takes a human in, not wanting the other vampire to be killed because of his softness to humans.

#off the clock #ooc #about the hitman #about the runaway #v; the eternal night #long post #tw death mention #tw blood mention #tw slave mention #tw violence mention

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post-itpenny · 3 years

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❝ A tale befitting any opera. ❞

One Being Ruth.

Decided to do some DBD with our Survivor and Killer OCs. I apologize if this seemed like to ran too long. Irene likes to talk.

Ten trials.

That’s how many it took for Irene to come to her senses on just what had become of her.

She would later learn at the Killer’s Campfire that there were some that had taken much longer. Perhaps The Entity no longer saw the need to keep a ruse with her, or perhaps it never tried to begin with. Perhaps Irene had created the delusion that this was meerly a series of shows all on her own.

But she had to admit it was far easier to process the trials as merely a performance. None of the supporting cast really stayed dead and was not their director/ producer also their audience?

Before, the times between trials felt like a strange dreaming state. Sleepwalking through the theater as her mind tumbled through jumbled bits of memory and feeling. All of it was painful, she suspected that part was her new director’s doing. Her hurts and frustrations from a lifetime of being so close but never close enough, of never being good enough for too long.

And then there was her costume… it had to be Ruth didn’t it?

Irene found even after coming to her senses she did not care much for the Killer’s Campfire. Visiting when needed then going off to whatever performance she was slated for in one trial ground or another. There was no script, though like many an actor Irene appreciated the chance at improv. After she would spend her time in the theater. Acting out scenes from old scripts, reorganizing the prop room, or like today she was singing to the empty rafters. Anyone who heard her may or may not have been surprised to find the diva actually had a very lovely singing voice.

Irene was working her way through the aria of Puccini’s Madame Butterfly when the rushing sigh of her director’s presence filled the hall. It seemed, much to her delight, this trial would be coming to her.

There was a slight pull, the tiniest tug as someone else entered the theater. Ah, so her sound technician was here today? Well good, what's a performer without a decent set of stage hands? Though she supposed he was more of a fellow actor these days.

Irene smirked and skulked off to her dressing room where her rapier sat waiting and... perhaps something else a bit of a treat for today maybe? Around her the place shifted, generators, pallets, and hooks appearing.

A deadly game of cat and mouse. Such drama, such suspense. A tale befitting any opera…

Irene adored it.

Accept of course a few members of her supporting cast-

“Hey you hag!”

Irene growled as she turned to spy a grin and mass of curly hair.

Mary shot Irene the middle finger “come and get it bitch!”

Irene sighed, it was so hard to find good talent these days.

This one enjoyed a good chase and much to Irene’s dismay, lead her around the map. The sharp clicks of her boots interrupted as a pallet came crashing down on her head. Irene let out a shriek as stars flashed before her eyes.

The impertinent girl let out a trill of laughter as she zoomed off. Irene had already learned that the girl would only grow faster if she could not follow, and it drove her mad. The others called this kind of survivor and Obsession. Another of their director’s tricks, you needed to kill this one, the thrill of the chase too powerful. Irene hated it.

Which was why she left the little imp alone.

The adrenaline of a trial felt akin to the one she would feel in auditions in her younger years. A desperate but thrilling pursuit. Her first role in New York had been one of the sisters in The Pirates of Penzance, a comedic opera. A somewhat smaller role in the production but she still had to fight tooth and nail for it. She remembered how lovely the leading lady Maryanne had been, but it was Ruth that fascinated her.

Ruth was a multifaceted role, comedic in being an older lady who was hard of hearing yet roped into a band of pirates. However, act two showed how calculating and manipulative she was. Arguably one of the actual main antagonists of the opera. A very young Irene had been fascinated with the duality and of course, an older woman dressed as a pirate. It reminded her of all the times she and her siblings played pirates as children. The middle of eight siblings normally left Irene with little chance as captain and almost always being sent to walk the plank for insubordination or mutiny. The sea being a particularly deep puddle outside her family's home after it rained.

A young Irene had mused that Ruth would be an enjoyable role to play one day, teaming up with the Pirate King and dressed in such a fun costume. Then, it was just two seasons ago that she was casted as Ruth and Irene could not help but think about how this meant she had the appearance to match a foolish old woman.

She was wearing the Ruth costume now, of course The Entity picked it.

Irene rubbed the back of her head as her feet left the ground and she floated down the hall opposite of where the girl had ran, but it seemed the little imp wasn’t ready to let Irene go just yet.

“Where ya going huh?” Mary teased as she ran past Irene and ducked behind the rubble of a row of theater seats. “Is it time for your afternoon nap?”

“It seems to me you just can’t keep away darling. Not that I blame you.” Irene sneered, a wicked glint in her eye as the fingers of her left hand twitched.

Foolish.

The girl popped up to dash off when Irene lashed out. The strings tied to her fingers tightening as they wrapped around the joints of Mary’s arms and legs. The survivor gave a yelp as all feeling left her body save for the burning sensation where the strings connected.

Irene chucked, “I’m not one for heavy lifting. How about instead we take a walk?”

Survivors had dubbed her The Muse since she had once been an actress, they also all agreed her “special” ability was terrible.

Mary stuck her tongue out at Irene as her arms reached up to haul her own body onto the hook.

“My now don’t you look just picture perfect right where you are.” Irene sneered, “but this is what separates someone like you from me. You’re only fitted to be a piece of the background, a small part of a trial in which I have the starring role. Why else would there be four of you? Why else so many chances to keep the show running but for my benefit? Why else-“

“Lady! Do you ever shut up?” Mary groaned as she wiggled on the hook. “If you’re gonna just stand there and drone one like that I’m going to let the damn spider god-thing to come and get me before I die of boredom.”

Irene rolled her eyes and stalked off, trying her hardest to keep her composure. She could be patient just a little longer.

She became aware not long after that someone had rescued her but Irene could only laugh, she had decided to treat herself today after all. Something special she had brought to the trial.

In the basement she had at last found Thomas fishing a rather fancy looking med kit from a chest.

He wasn’t one for taunting, instead locking eyes with Irene for a moment and dodging the slash of her rapier. Up the stairs and backstage they went. Irene grinning like mad as she chased him room to room. Irene reached out with her puppet strings only to snag the ankle of someone else.

Thomas looked over his shoulder to see Mary tangled up in the attack. He spun on his toes, grabbing her arm and in the process felt the sting of something fusing into his elbow.

Irene seemed to almost glitch for a moment, as if overwhelmed by having two people on her strings at the same time. She doubled over, hands clamped over her head as she cried out in pain. Thomas wasting no time in pulling Mary free and shoving the med kit he had found into her arms. She gave him a quick salute of thanks as they ran in opposite directions.

When Irene recovered she was seething with fury, tearing across the stage and through the halls, downing anyone she could find.

Soon a young man wearing broken glasses found himself on his last hook. Irene noted the sounds of only three generators completed. Such strange things, loud and reminding her just slightly of the engine in her father’s Model T.

Irene found a redhead sprinting across the mezzanine when again the imp was back and jumping in the way to take the slash of Irene’s rapier.

“Didn’t your mom teach you not to run with sharp objects?” Mary taunted as she dogged another attack and looped Irene around a row of seats.

Mary leaped over the railing only to be caught again by the swipe of the thin sword. She gave a yelp before crashing down on the stage below. Irene wasting no time in following suit.

She stood over the girl with a mad grin, listening to the whispers of the entity who had been watching the performance so far. The Muse hummed in delight as Mary’s eyes wided for just a moment, they both knew what was coming.

But then she smirked, “eh… still worth it.”

The strings lashed out again. Suspending the survivor in the air. The Muse stood before her, so much fury built up over the trial, over a lot of things. She shrieked as she slashed at her victim over and over before driving the weapon through Mary’s chest. Her dead body collapsing to the floor in a heap as The Muse turned towards the empty audience seats and took a bow.

#irene oakland #the muse #mary #DBD #dead by deadlight #dbd oc killer #dbd oc survivor

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alwida10 · 3 years

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I read the godchild https://archiveofourown.org/works/514127/chapters/907024 on Ao3 and it gave me this idea for a fic I won’t write. So here’s the synopsis!

The story takes place after TDW, but Loki did leave Asgard behind and went into hiding on Midgard. He is just shadowing Thor for additional information about the Avenger’s plans when Thor gets attacked and cursed by someone. Loki, still somewhat loyal to Thor counters the curse in time so Thor doesn’t die from it. While his body is unhurt, his memory is damaged. The last five centuries of his life are forgotten and return only slowly to him. In chronological order. Of course, Thor recognizes Loki and is relieved to see him while he’s still wobbly from the attack and the modern Midgard around him looks foreign and disturbingly loud and colorful.

Loki on the other side is angry Thor had recognized him and afraid the oaf might reveal him to Odin, who would certainly put Loki back in prison.

Then the Avengers appear and recognize the two gods. Loki gets very nervous, but suddenly Thor goes full demigod on his old teammates! Who are those puny Midgardians that they dare to insult and even threaten his brother? Thor will teach them better. Loki is stunned when Thor wipes the floor with the Avengers, but he doesn’t relish the damages and casualties Thor’s temper will cause (‘in my youth, I courted war’). Also, the hustle is likely to catch Heimdal’s eye, so he yells at Thor to cut it. He hisses at the startled Thor that those are his shield brothers and he should go with them.

The Avengers who are quite shocked at Thor’s sudden violence and cruelty, listen and do their bests not to trigger another outburst while Loki explains, even though they wonder why Loki tells Thor the truth. (Loki doesn’t mention his role in the attack on New York or that he’s the Avenger’s enemy).

When Thor looks at them they support Loki’s words, since Thor returning to them is what they want to. (Loki only wants to rid himself of Thor and the Avengers come in handy there, since Thor is too young for ‘shady acres’.) After some initial doubts, Thor puts the hammer down, apologizes, and agrees he should stick to the Avengers until his memory is fully restored. Everyone is relieved. Thor laughs, throws an arm around Loki, and demands to get to Stark Tower as soon as possible since this was fun but he’s tired now. Loki and the Avengers are equally frozen. Thor thinks of Loki and himself as a unit that can’t be split up. Why would Thor be part of the Avengers without Loki? That wouldn’t make sense. They go on adventures together!

But all subtle attempts to split them up aggravate Thor, threatening for him to go back onto berserk mode and neither Loki nor the Avengers want to risk that with civilians around.

So, begrudging on both sides, Loki pretends to be a part of the Avengers: they come up with a patchy explanation why ‘his rooms’ looks almost untouched, and pretend he had always lived with them. It works because neither Loki’s name nor his picture is much known to the public. So, they eat and live together. Clint almost gets an aneurism because he can’t put an arrow in Loki’s eye when he joins them for meals, etc. But slowly the Avengers and Loki learn to pretend he has always been a part of the team.

At first, the Avengers try to prevent Loki to join them on missions, but after a while Thor gets suspicious. And so Loki HAS to join, even though everyone but Thor dislikes it, Loki included. But centuries of adventuring leave traces. So when Loki joins them for the first time he falls back into his role of giving cover and looking out for the others. He strikes down several enemies who just were about to hit an Avengers. The Avengers notice, but don’t say anything. They think Loki is just playing his role, but something like acceptance starts to grow.

More and more often they witness how Thor treats Loki in private. Small jests like ‘some do battle, some do tricks’. Digs, how it doesn’t fit a warrior to fight with throwing knives or magic, or how Loki isn’t seeking battles as real men should. When Hawkeye confronts Thor about why a fight with ranged weapons isn’t as good as close combat, Thor laughs and tells him that no one could fault a puny mortal for making up for his bodily disadvantages. But Loki, as a strong and mighty Asgardian, should be better than fighting from afar.

When Thor meets JARVIS for the first time, he gets angry at Loki, snapping at him that Father forbade him from making more familiars. Loki stiffly explains that it is Stark’s construct, Thor switches from pissed to amazed and marvels at Tony’s resourcefulness. Slowly, the Avengers get another angle on both Loki and Thor. Despite Loki trying to hide his past and former relationship with Thor from them, they wonder what must have happened to Loki turning out to be the invader of New York. Then one day Thor mentions Jane and Loki knows, his memory of the fateful events will very soon be restored.

He runs, only then realizing how much the Avengers have grown on him. He flees into some safe house or retreat, not realizing, Tony has put a tracer on him. First, only Tony goes after him, asking what is the matter. Loki laughs without joy, telling him that soon Thor would remember everything and congratulates Tony for the Avengers being back to complete. Tony tells Loki he should come back, but doesn’t force him. He returns to Stark Tower, where Thor (now much calmer than in his youth) is flipping out because of the new memories. Thor demands to know where Loki is, sick with worry since he just remembered him falling into the abyss. It doesn’t take long until the memories of the invasion resurface as well. Thor is furious but the other Avengers are very very doubtful about the events.

Thor manages to track down Loki and attacks him, boiling with fury. He is about to lash out when the other Avengers turn up and prevent Thor from attacking. Instead, they split the brothers up and ask Loki what led to all those events. Natasha has already connected a lot of the dots, so she can manipulate Loki into revealing the main points. Loki is shocked when the Avengers accept him and see his grievances as valid even though they judge his methods to do something about it. The story ends with them teaming up to prepare for Thanos.

#loki fanfiction #MCU loki

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one-piece-dumpster-fire · 4 years

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How does the Biscuit bunch (which is now my new nickname for your kids) interact with their aunts and uncles? Do they have a favourite?

ADWHQUSJWWJ OMG BISCUIT BUNCH SOUNDS SO ADORABLE,,,,, I 100% APPROVE OF THAT NEW TITLE FOR MY BABIES---😭👏🏻💖💕

Ayayay and the question shall be answered in seperate columns again to keep things a little clean (~⌒▽⌒)~! Thank you boo for sending something❤

Trifle's favorite auntie... is actually Flampe! (I know, I know- hear me out xD)

She was one of the first Charlotte siblings to be brought along to the hospital when the twins were born, and ever since she first laid eyes on Trifle, she's been enarmored by her cuteness. (of course Flampe still insists that she's the cutest, but her little niece is definitely up there somewhere- and therefore a worthy 'prodigy' in her books xD). Especially when they were both still little Flampe would sometimes come over for playdates, and their 'playtime' often consisted of them giving each other cheap make-overs and dressing up in their Mama's/Sister-in-law's oversized maternity clothes lol. Once Trifle got older she regularly starts to participate in certain contests hosted by her aunt as well, and after she eats her Moth Devil Fruit they can also often be found flying/floating around Tottoland together lol. Unlike her aunt tho Trifle does not really have a mean streak and tends not to get it when Flampe is being nasty to someone, but she also isn't always around when stuff like that happens so she's mostly unaware of her aunt's... well, 'bratty' side. Custard is another favorite of hers, and she's actually also the one that taught Trifle how to swordfight and use a gun! (since Cracker initially didn't like the thought of his baby girl getting her hands dirty and therefore forbid her to touch weapons lol)

Pretzel is very close to his uncles Oven and Perospero, as well as his aunt Compote. He admires Oven for his immense physical strength and how powerful he is, hence why he wants to learn from him and his Papa how to be a strong knight one day! But while he's still young they mostly just "play" together with a bit of training mixed in. However his uncle can get quite rough and occasionally Pretzel might come home with a few small bruises anyway (much to his mother's horror lmao). Since he's also a pretty quiet and well-behaved child, his oldest uncle and aunt often enjoy his company as well and even taught him a few things about manners and how to treat those older than him with respect. Plus Pretzel is lowkey addicted to his uncle's special candies, so there you have another prime reason why he likes to visit him so much xD

Eclair can often be found hanging out with her uncle Mont-d'Or. Both are rather reclusive and share a passion for fiction, so although he didn't really want to have anything to do with her back when she was still a drooling toddler, he eventually warmed up to the little girl when he realized that she's almost nothing like her loud and proud Papa (although she does share his mischievious side huhu...). The two often meet up in the Whole Cake Chateau library and quietly read together; and sometimes, when no one is looking, Mont-d'Or might even use his powers to let his niece experience the wonders of his books firsthand. And her adorable amazement at it looowkey amuses the usually so stoic man. Aside from Mont-d'Or, Eclair also likes her aunt Galette quite a lot. The latter would often dress her niece up and give her fashion advice, which eventually fueled Eclair's passion for drawing and keeping an eye out for pretty things~

Dodger usually likes to keep the company of those aunts and uncles that can match his dastardly troublemaker energy lol. Meaning Anglais, Angel, Anana and sometimes even Daifuku are people he likes to hang around the most. Brûlée also drops by quite often to babysit her little nephew, mainly because she sternly refuses to believe that he's a lost cause and still hopes that someday she will be able to install him with some proper manners... but in the end, she always gets pulled into Dodger's immature antics anyways. (like that one time he tricked her into helping him fill his uncle Katakuri's leather boots with pudding)

Cherry is also really close to her aunt Brûlée, but in contrast to her older brother, she can't really cause too much trouble on her own yet lol. As a toddler she is actually pretty tame, and therefore a lot more easy to deal with (at least as long as you keep your eyes on her so she can't crawl away huhu). She loves it when her auntie sings to her or plays "where is my nose" with her (which is really quite amusing to play with Brûlée xD). But aside from her, Cherry also likes those aunts and uncles that can make her feel warm and safe when she's in their arms lol. And for a,,, ahem, certain reason uncle Katakuri also got a secret soft spot for her.... but psssstt----

#michelle answers things<333 #the biscuitbunch<333 #my selfship #crachelle babies<3 #one piece oc

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eatsleepandsupernatural · 4 years

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No Second Chances

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader / Castiel x Reader / Sam Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Angst, some cursing, angry Dean, runaway

Word Count: 1266

Gif Prompt:

A/N: I’ve decided to make this one into a small series, so I left it hoping it leaves you wanting more! Hopefully, it will be up on the weekend.

“You can’t be serious!” Your eyes widened as your Dad ignored your outburst and continued to fill his duffel bag with clothes and weapons. “I’m old enough to do this.”

Dean squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath before turning and walking out of the room, tired of repeating himself, leaving you standing alone in his bedroom.

It was only ten minutes ago, you were sitting in the library reading a book about Djinn. You moved in with your Dad when your mum died when you were twelve, and you had been learning about all the monsters that crawled the earth and how to kill them ever since. You were seventeen now and well trained and were ready to start hunting. So you were excited when your Uncle Sam caught a case you quickly asked to tag along.

“I’m sorry Kiddo, but you’re not ready yet. You aren’t going out in the field until you beat me or Sam in a fight.” Your Dad was prepared for your request and spoke before you had even asked.

“You’re kidding me, right? You and Sam have been fighting for years, how am I supposed to win against you?” You stared up at him incredulously. Forget experience, they would kick my ass due to the height and weight advantage alone.

Your Dad turned away from you to grab his duffel off the floor, place it on his bed. He continued to talk while looking for things to pack.

“You practice. Look (Y/N), this isn’t up for debate. You’re just not ready. Cas should be here soon, he’s going to watch out for you while we’re away. You’re to do exactly what he says. You understand?”

You shook your head to clear your thoughts of the argument and run down the hallways after your Dad. Unfortunately, just as you reached the library, the ‘front door’ to the bunker slammed shut. You were too late and now stuck in this bunker until they came back, knowing that it’s locked from the outside.

About an hour later, Cas came through the bunker door, key in hand, you noticed that he didn’t re-lock it, you knew that this could mean a chance of escaping and finding your own hunt to prove to your Dad and Sam that you were ready.

“Hello, (Y/N).”

You widened your eyes at the trench-coated angel, your regular babysitter and raised your eyebrows, feigning a look of shock. Usually, when Castiel looks after you, you behave, so you hoped that you could trick him.

“Cas, what are you doing here? Dean told me the hunt was going to be too difficult, that something was off about it and that he was going to call you for help.” You increased the panicked look on your face. “Oh my god, Cas, what if they are already in trouble?”

Castiel immediately began to worry, and you performed a victory dance in your head. “I will call them.” And he walked out of the room to take the call in private, glad that he had picked up that habit from Sam.

Beyond thrilled, you picked up the ‘go bag’, the bag that was always ready for last-minute departures and ran out the door.

You knew you had to move fast if you wanted your plan to succeed. You knew that your plan did have one major flaw, and that is that you have no head-start at all. As soon as Dean tells Cas you lied, they’ll put the pieces together, and Cas will go back to the library and find that you’re gone. This means you have maybe five minutes to get out of sight.

You walk into the woods that lined the road and used it for coverage. Your estimations were correct, and five minutes later you heard the slow roaring of an engine as it drove along at walking speed. You recognised Castiel’s car and were suddenly grateful that he hid you from angels so long ago.

An hour later, you found yourself in a deserted cafe searching for potential cases on the phone from the ‘go bag’ and drinking soda water. You were reading an article on the death of a young boy whose body had been drained of blood when the door to the cafe opened, and three sets of heavy footsteps quickly approached you.

You raised your head slowly, confident that you didn’t want to see the expression on your fathers face.

You were right.

Your Dad, Sam and Castiel stood next to your table glaring down at you. The thought dawned on you that you might have just permanently lost the right to privacy of any sort.

“How did you find me?” You asked meekly

Sam shook his head in disappointment and snatched the phone out of your hands, holding it in the air like it was obvious.

And you realised it was. Your face flushed red with embarrassment. How many times have you all sat around the library and discussed the emergency ‘go bag’. How the GPS on the phone is always on in case of emergencies so that the person who had to leave suddenly could be found. It was supposed to be drilled into your head.

Not only had you run away, taken the ‘go bag’, but you had forgotten one of the most important things about living in this family.

“Get up, we are going home,” Sam said, grabbing your arm. You obliged, too surprised that your Dad had been so quiet. You tried to meet his gaze, but he turned away from you. You flinched as if you had been slapped in the face.

“Excuse me miss, do you know these men?” You turned around to find the waitress eyeing your family distrustfully. “Do you need me to call the police?”

You sighed and attempted to relax into Sam’s arms which he had wrapped around you at the sound of the woman’s voice. “No ma’am thank you. That’s my Dad.” You said gesturing to a fuming Dean who was now glaring at the woman. “This is my uncle. I ran out of the house when I shouldn’t have. They’re just here to take me home.”

The woman looked at us for a few more seconds before nodding her head. “Okay. If you ever need anything honey, I’m always here.”

You gave her a brisk nod as Sam led you out of the cafe with an arm around your shoulder. It remained there until he helped you into the backseat of the Impala.

“Sam put child-lock on. If she wants to act like a child, she gets to be treated like one.” You Dad called from the front seat.

You swung your head towards him in disbelief. You met his livid gaze that had you shrinking back into the leather seat.

Sam got into the passenger seat, and your Dad didn’t hesitate to start the engine and begin the journey home.

“Where’s Cas?” You asked, noticing that the angel wasn’t in the car with you.

After a minute of silence, Sam answered, “Cas was still driving around when I told him I tracked the phone and found you, so he met us there in his own car.” Sam turned around to face you. “The first thing you’ll be doing is apologising to Cas. You have no idea how worried he was, he felt like he had failed us, because you had lied, and ran away.”

Sam didn’t get angry at you often, that was your Dad’s job. It was when Sam got mad that you knew you royally fucked up.

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Chapter Twenty Three: The Human Condition

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Nocturne - Chapter Twenty Three: The Human Condition

Rated - M (for suggestive adult themes, references to some violence, and coarse language)

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.

Kagome jumped at the sound of the deep, familiar voice and slowly turned to see Sesshomaru standing in the doorway. She melted and felt fury all at once. It had not even been an entire day, and he'd come, but not when he was needed.

Setsuna battled with an urge to run up to and hug her father, instead, wearing an ear-splitting grin upon her young face and exclaiming, "Father!"

All had turned to witness his arrival, though none had noticed him, nor sensed his yoki.

Sesshomaru gave his daughter a nod of greeting but did not display any semblance of emotion outside of that. He was not one for public displays of affection. Even to greet her first was a significant indicator of her status in his eyes.

Kagome more than made up for any of Sesshomaru's shortcomings in that area. But while he lacked in that area - at least in Kagome's opinion - he more than made up for his affections through doting on his child through different means.

He had initially disapproved of Kagome kissing every cut and bruise, stating that would spoil and entitle her.

It was Sesshomaru's thought that by coddling Setsuna, she would be weak. To that effect, Kagome cleverly asked if he also thought her to be weak. It only took a couple of days for him to relax his view of "coddling."

Sesshomaru's eyes then glided over Kagome in an appraising manner that held a deeper meaning. She quickly turned her head to subtly inform him that she was still angry.

Inuyasha wore a confused grimace at the appearance of his elder brother, looking none too pleased. "You learn some new tricks? Hiding your scent so I can't smell you sneaking up on us?"

Sesshomaru narrowed his eyes at his brother's idiocy. He looked pointedly at Shizuka and sneered, his lip rising up in slight disdain.

"To think you have not noticed after these years," he chided coldly. "Yet, you are ignorant, preferring to allow the fox roam freely in the hen house."

Inuyasha stood up with a jump, placing a hand on the hilt of Tessaiga. He had made sure to retrieve the weapon after the recent episode of events. "The fuck is that supposed to mean?!"

Sesshomaru ignored his brother's barely veiled act of insolent aggression. He looked around the room, resting his gaze on Kohaku longer than any. "You have all exposed yourselves and your number when you have laid unnaturally hidden from our enemy for years, thanks to your foundling."

Inuyasha would have none of it. "This is all your fucking fault, you goddamn hypocrite! You led them here through all your damn schemes and tangled us all in your mess."

"You still trust it, even knowing where it comes from and the risk you place on all here. It is to her they were drawn," Sesshomaru explained. "The fact that you place its life above that of your own brethren speaks volumes about your character. Though, it is unsurprising to this one."

Shizuka withered under the scrutinizing gaze of Sesshomaru, which caused Inuyasha to become even more incensed. "She never hurt anyone, you fucker! I dare you to say another word!"

Kagome had seen and heard enough of their brotherly squabbles. It was becoming ridiculous and not something she wanted her daughter to witness. "Enough! Both of you! Take it outside, so Setsuna does not have to watch her father," she looked to Sesshomaru, "and her uncle," she looked to Inuyasha, "prattle on like enemies."

Both aggressors looked over at Setsuna, who sat on the ground with her legs crossed and an amused smile on her face. Kagome noticed the girl's grin as well and groaned in disgust before stomping out of the house. The girl had too much of her father's blood running through her veins, always looking for her father's approval and a good fight. Even at nearly six years old, Sesshomaru had exposed their child to pride and prowess. Of course, she'd done nothing to stop it either. As if it were a bad thing to learn in the Feudal Era when the world would only go through strife before settling into the future she knew.

Kagome rushed out and walked away from Miroku and Sango's house, knowing her presence would not be missed with all that was happening. She felt frustrated with everything and herself. She had come to escape the lies and recent revelation that still weighed heavily upon her, yet she'd brought nothing but pain to her friends and family in the moments she'd arrived.

She felt bitter and downtrodden, her grief only spurred on by the discovery that Sesshomaru had not disclosed to her all he knew. And now here he was again, likely come to take her and Setsuna away for their own protection. As if she was not capable of protecting herself, she fumed. Her use of spiritual powers may have diminished, but she was more than proficient as a marksman, something she did not tire of practicing.

There was now a fairly decent distance between Kagome and the others. She would not stray beyond the village's perimeter just yet, but she was far enough away from Shizuka's strange ability to hamper the sense of demonic auras and would sense if any came upon her.

Kagome sat on a bridge that spanned over the gently flowing stream where women of the village came to wash laundry. No one was out right now, as the village reeled from the news of the recent attack. Despite the circumstances, it was to Kagome's liking as she rarely was afforded time to herself anymore.

She swung her legs back and forth, pointing her toes so that they barely touched the water below and kicked the cold droplets to spray in front of her. Kagome could feel his aura approaching at a slow and steady pace. She knew he'd come after her eventually. He was like his brother in ways he would be offended to know, stalking after their women like puppies with tails between their legs. It was a cute notion if she bothered to think about it, but her sullen anger was too great to allow such a thing.

His steps echoed on the wood of the bridge, announcing his presence. Kagome ignored him. She'd come here to get away from him after all, and it had not even been an entire day!

"Beloved," he began with an uncharacteristic tentative tone.

Kagome whipped around with a glare, daring him to call her another endearing name when she could not find one for him for the life of her. "No!" she hissed. "You don't get to follow after me and apologize. I am not ready to forgive you yet."

His gaze was cool as he regarded her, and Kagome seethed that he was still, after these years, so challenging to read. "This one has done nothing wrong in protecting what is his."

Wrong! Kagome's eyes widened. "So I am a possession now to do with as you please?!"

"You know this not to be true, miko," he said, resorting to calling her by her title. "You are mine, that is true, but only in so much that I am yours."

His gruff but tender words caused her to waver for a moment. "Yet, you treat me as a fragile piece of glass, ready to break with the slightest touch. Am I not enough as I am? You changed me, without my knowledge nor my permission."

"Had you the choice, would you have refused?" he questioned.

"That is not the point! I didn't have a choice! You took that from me."

"I fail to see why this upsets you so. You have been given the gift of countless years, beyond what any mortal should ever be inclined to live. You spit so carelessly on what others would kill for."

"It seems so unnatural," she said with a shiver and crossed her arms. "At what cost? All things come with a cost," she asked. It was a valid question. Nothing as profound as the gift of immortality came without a hefty price.

"I shall not see you die," he told her simply and unmoving.

"Death is natural. Humans aren't meant to live beyond their years. Am I something unnatural now?" she asked aloud, beginning to question what she now was. She hadn't given it much thought since arriving in the village. But now faced with the reality of what had been done, Kagome was gripped with a new insurmountable reality.

"Dying is only part of the human condition. Something you no longer have a claim to, miko. To think death is natural is merely a coping strategy for something inevitable to humans. Take joy in what you have been given."

Kagome was still too angry to feel joy, not when Sesshomaru had so carefully tiptoed around the fact that there was a price involved with her' gift'. "But there is a price, is there not?"

He sighed with resignation. "Not one that you will bear."

"What does that mean?" she demanded.

"Simply that you do not need to concern yourself with it."

She fumed. "Am I incapable of comprehending the price? Just like I am incapable of understanding the severity of the situation we are in now?"

His calm features did nothing to belie his innermost thoughts, an infuriating trait for Kagome, who wore hers on her sleeve. "You seem to already be aware of the fact that there were Fan Tsenpo's scouts probing the area. Otherwise, you would not have known to come so quickly."

"I was apprised of the fact after you left abruptly," he accused.

"But that doesn't explain why you're here," she retorted.

Sesshomaru made a resigned sound 'hnn' but did not offer an answer.

Kagome crossed her arms beneath her breasts and narrowed her eyes. "Just as I figured. You already knew it was bad, but you didn't tell me."

"This one would not have you fear for nothing," he defended. He felt no wrong-doing for his actions whatsoever, feeling wholly justified. There would be no apology from him.

She glared at him as she stood up and brushed past him making her way back towards Setsuna and her friends, shirking away from his touch as he reached out to her. If he would not explain, she had no time for him. By the rate of his actions, he would step over anything and anyone in his attempt to 'protect her' from whatever he deemed a risk, suffocating her with his protection until she was a compliant, good little woman, or so she imagined.

Sesshomaru did not follow her right away as she had expected he would. Good, she thought. She still was not ready to forgive him, though she ultimately knew she would and even without an apology. Kagome groaned inwardly at her inability to stay mad at those she loved. It was better if she stayed away for just a little longer so that words spoken in anger did not sully what they had.

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They spent the night in the village. Kagome and Setsuna bunked with Sango and her boys. Their residence was the only one large enough to host guests anyway, but with Miroku and the twins still away, there was plenty of room.

Kagome knew Sesshomaru would not leave his woman and child, but he was astute in staying out of sight. Kagome was not sure where he would spend the night, though she knew it would not be far from her. She felt some ease knowing that.

After retiring for the night, Kagome grew restless. She could not sleep, tossing and turning on her borrowed pallet. Her mind would not shut off for anger and worry. Really she felt conflicted, a strange desire to seek him out and give him another piece of her

Mind only to be waylaid by the fear of the inevitable retribution, they were to be paid by their enemies. Kagome kicked her foot out and sighed.

Sango whispered over the gentle crackle of the hearth, "Why do you punish yourself? Just go out to him."

Kagome responded in silence, not bothering to acknowledge her friend's sage words. She laid on her back, staring at the ceiling for what felt like hours, though probably only minutes crept by.

Setsuna breathed gently beside her, a subtle reminder of why Kagome was angry in the first place. Her conception had started all of this, and Kagome thought back to those years ago in a dark cave, lit only by moonlight.

As stealthily as she could muster, she rose and made out of the house. If Sango had heard her, which was likely, she did not utter a word, and Kagome walked out into the warm, humid night.

The village was quiet and eerily so. Many of the villagers had bunkered down for the night, fearful of an attack from a powerful enemy. They were right to do so, but Kagome held little worry that Fan's army would attack tonight. The daiyokai was across the sea, and it would take more than an evening for him to receive word and rally his forces to move on them if he were inclined to do so.

Kagome had no idea where Sesshomaru would be, so ultimately her plan was to let him come to her once she'd gotten far enough from the village. She scoffed at the thought, knowing he would make her work for it, like always.

It was darker in the dense forest surrounding the village, but she held no fear. Even though she had no weapon, Kagome knew that a deadly being lurked nearby, ready to pounce on any who so much as looked at her threateningly.

She came to the stream that cut through the village and followed it west. It was this course that she had returned six years ago and, despite not knowing exactly where she was going, she knew it was the way.

She continued walking and continued to do so, counting as she paced along the stream's bank. All to keep her pace and track of the time in the dead of the night. Sesshomaru was very likely watching her but gave her no notion of his hidden presence.

After Kagome had trekked a couple of miles into the woods, she stopped and looked around. There was a fleeting feeling in the air around here that barely struck the peripherals of her memory. It hung heavy in the air, and as if forming a discernible trail, Kagome followed the path away from the stream. She had not gotten far when she saw it, the barely visible outcropping of rock that jutted up from between trees giving it a natural hiding spot.

Vines covered the mouth of the cave-like tendrils of mossy-green hair waiting to be parted. Kagome bit the inside of her cheek, reminiscing over an act committed long ago, not from love, but lust. She reached up to grasp one of the vines, but a voice startled her arm back to be clutched against her body.

"It is an unnecessary risk to bring yourself so far from the protection of the village."

Kagome swiveled on her heel, finding Sesshomaru leaning against a tree facing the mouth of the cave. "What worry do I have when you're near?" she responded with a weak smile.

"I am honored for the great faith you have placed in me unquestioningly. Yet it astounds this one that you do so now, but cannot find it within yourself to do so on other occasions."

She felt her heart drop a little, and in her hesitation, he took a step forward. "I trust in your ability to protect us, but I cannot help but feel inadequate if you cannot trust me."

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This woman, the miko, his woman, was infuriating and intoxicating all at once. Her words said one thing while her body said another, and Sesshomaru, who was forever in charge of any situation, felt at a loss.

Sesshomaru had gone through great lengths to obtain the ningyo that the miko had consumed. The miko was correct when she had guessed at the price being insurmountable. To kill a ningyo would place a curse upon the murderer should they consume its flesh, which is why humans could never obtain ever-lasting life as they desired. If a mortal successfully slew a ningyo, which was an incredible feat seeing as how the ningyo were rare and crafty, they would gain eternal life at the cost of their own sanity. The ningyo flesh would corrupt and twist any who consumed them without mercy. That was the legacy of the ningyo and why they were not preyed upon.

However, Sesshomaru had learned a secret about the ningyo. The secret had been kept by his most honored father's last living retainer for centuries. Had Sesshomaru known this secret but 50 years ago, he would have exterminated the ningyo without mercy. The secret his father's retainer kept was that of true immortality without the price to the mortal. Sesshomaru had felt perplexed at first, wondering why his father, InuTaisho, would need such information before it dawned upon him. InuTaisho had planned to use the secret on his mortal woman. Fate, though, would not allow that to come to pass, and both his father and the hime had perished long ago.

Of course, immortality was still reliant on the consumption of ningyo flesh, but the trick lay in the way the flesh was obtained. Sesshomaru learned that if a ningyo gave its flesh willingly, the consumer would be granted longevity. But there was still a price, though not one so horrible as what was promised should he slay the creature outright.

FInding the yokai proved to be a feat all on its own, but nothing Sesshomaru could not accomplish succinctly. He had no need for immortality, so once he came upon the ningyo, the creature was unprepared to face him. The beast had implored him, pleading and promising him unimaginable power for sparing its life, but Sesshomaru was not one to be led astray by things he already possessed. He tactfully bartered with the ningyo for a pound of its flesh.

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"Whats ye gots to trade?" the creature had asked through needle-like teeth.

"This one has much, name your price, yokai." Sesshomaru had little respect for those beneath him, but he must treat the ningyo with as much courtesy as he could muster; otherwise, the trade may be void.

The ningyo grinned widely if it could be called a grin for one whose mouth was unable to close around its angler-like maw. "Youse has nothing I want, nothing worth even one of me golden scales."

Sesshomaru had to be tactful with the creature, lest it return and hide away in the sea for a century. His chance of finding another ningyo within the miko's lifetime was slim. "I offer up a part of myself intangible."

The ningyo's large yellow eyes narrowed in skepticism. "The price to be paid must be equal to what is given, lord daiyokai. I canst tells ye what to give, but like me flesh, it must be given freely. Tell me what ye will part with."

The great lord Sesshomaru had already assumed there would be such a price. He knew that his father was willing to pay the price, and he would as well without question. "A year from this one's own life for each year given."

Now those yellow eyes burned with an unknown hunger, bulging within the deep-set sockets. "Lord Daiyokai! A steep price ye shall pay, indeed. Be it the lass worth it, me hopes."

The creature had accepted the trade, though Sesshomaru did have uncertainty about what the small yokai gained from it. The ningyo used its razor-sharp claws to carve out a pound of flesh and surreptitiously handed it over to Sesshomaru. It nodded it's bulbous head and looked about before swimming off into the murky depths from which Sesshomaru had retrieved it, likely off to hide until the flesh grew back.

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Sesshomaru would never admit, even to himself, his fear. He had gone through great lengths to make certain those worries were never realized. That was why he had not explicitly informed the miko of his intentions. Those fears would make him weak, and weakness was not an option. Especially now that the circumstances were precarious. He knew that if she had known of the ningyo, she would have inquired on the price behind it, and if he were honest, she would refuse the gift; deny him. The miko would state that the price was too high and not something she would willingly accept. He knew this to be true for his woman was as selfless as they come, which was one of her intriguing qualities.

When the miko learned of the ningyo flesh through his treacherous mother, he inwardly knew that she would react in anger. He had prepared for that, too. He had not prepared for the army of Fan Tsenpo breaching the perimeter he had so precariously set so quickly. The man, Fan Tsenpo, was a tenacious one, indeed.

He closed his eyes in a rare display of acquiesce. "Truly, you must know that I am not as perfect as I would aspire."

The miko smirked at his admission. "There are some things about you that measure up to perfection, lord."

The miko's scent was a mixture of sensuous fury. She stepped closer, her arms still crossed but with a sultry look upon her face. Sesshomaru looked her up and down, attempting to understand whether this woman was angry or not. It was difficult to tell at times, even for one as astute as himself. It was enough to drive anyone mad.

A gentle breeze blew through the area, buffeting her scent into him. The fury, the joy, were palpable, but something else was there as well. His eyes turned ravenous, and an inner voice spoke to him, egging him to become something else entirely.

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The way he looked at her, hungry eyes roving up and down her body, spoke volumes. Kagome felt her insides do somersaults from anticipation and wetted her lips. She could feel her heart begin to pound heavily in her chest, and she wondered vaguely how someone could make her feel so giddy and desirable after so many years.

She glanced behind, over her shoulder with her sultry smile, and felt another wave anticipation course through her veins. It was very ironic to end up where it had all begun years ago. She scoffed to herself once she figured that Sesshomaru had led her here intentionally, somehow.

He stepped closer and leaned forward, inhaling her sweet scent from the crook of her neck while running his deft fingers through her hair and along the side of her neck.

He hesitated for a moment, pulling back and looking into her eyes. Kagome felt her breath catch and her traitorous heart skip a beat. "Is something wrong?" she asked softly, hoping like hell he had not finally grown tired of her.

His jaw clenched, and he seemed to be at war with himself rather than anything else. "It is your fertile time," he told her in a whisper.

His words were meant to be a caution, but his words tickled her ear and made her feel reckless. They had been careful, or rather Sesshomaru had been careful. Always calculating the time to be away when she was likely to beget a child. Kagome had not once questioned his frequent trips, sometimes seeming spontaneous, even for him, but her own monthly cycles had always been sporadic and unreliable.

Maybe Sesshomaru was afraid, if that were even possible, of a repeat. Kagome knew that he had revived her with Tensaiga and she also knew that the feat could only be done once. Could he be worried that she may find an untimely demise at attempting to bring a new life into the world? She pushed it from her mind, other more scintillating thoughts taking precedence.

It seemed that a similar thought process had taken place with him as well once he ultimately ground his teeth and placed his forehead on her shoulder, his silver hair falling over her in argent waves. His left hand gripped her shoulder tightly, holding on to maintain control, but the rest of him worked autonomously.

Kagome groaned once his hand found its way under her shirt and began to fondle her breast, caressing her nipple. His head still rested near her neck, where he waited for her consent. His tongue worked expertly upon her ear becoming more encouraged by the breathy exhale. She could barely make out his golden gaze appraising her from her peripheral vision and looking at her lustily.

Her fertile time was delicate in terms of lovemaking. Sesshomaru could smell it on her, and the demon within him wanted to take her by any means necessary. Her scent drove him wild with barely contained lust, and it took every ounce of control to contain himself, which is why he usually took great pains to be absent during that time.

Kagome secretly enjoyed it. The idea of being ravaged was intriguing and frightening, especially when it came to her daiyokai lover. Now, knowing that he could be a little rougher was an aphrodisiac all on its own.

He was growing impatient and pulled her kosode down, exposing her breasts. She gasped, feeling the cold air on her bare skin and then gasped again once the cold sensation was replaced by the warm ministration of Sesshomaru's tongue. It seemed he would not be waiting for a response, but she had never denied him, so perhaps it would even out. Besides, if he stopped, she would only beg him to continue.

His left hand released her shoulder and made its way down her skirts, delicately touching her legs, stroking closer and closer towards the cleft in between. Sesshomaru was always careful of his claws, but that made it difficult to live in the moment. He snarled softly in frustration, removing himself from her momentarily.

Kagome pouted from the lack of contact but watched him curiously. He looked at her from lowered lids and carefully and meticulously bit off his long claws. They would grow back, and he needed them blunt for what he planned to do.

While she watched, he crushed against her, crushing his lips to hers in a quick, almost desperate motion. His hand shot back down her skirts, and he gave a soft gasp of his own when she reciprocated with a firm grasp on his hardened member through the heavy folds of his outer layers. His brow clenched, and his hardened gaze now softening like butter under her grip. With a moan that was more like a growl, Sesshomaru turned her body and pinned her against the tree where he had waited outside of the cave. His own clothes had become a nuisance and barrier between them, so he deftly removed them in a matter of seconds.

Kagome stood against the tree, portions of her body exposed to him and her breasts heavily swaying up and down with each panting breath. Sesshomaru took a moment to compose himself, knowing if he continued, he would not be able to stop without possibly hurting her. "You are no longer angry, miko," he asked, despite the words coming out more as a statement than anything.

She crossed her arms in front of her breasts and gave him a level look. "Keep it up, and I will leave you here, high and dry," she warned.

Her scent was too potent for her words to hold any truth, and Sesshomaru felt his control slip at the slightest notion he would be denied at this point. A guttural sound erupted from his throat, and he all but pinned Kagome to the tree, snatching her hands up and away from her chest. Once he'd removed the barrier there, his hand plummeted back down to continue touching her cleft. A glorious smell was emanating from that region, soft and lustrous that begged to be lapped up.

He brought his hand, dripping with wet fluids up to his lips, and licked his finger with a lapping tongue. "Exquisite," he purred with a smirk.

Kagome felt her cheeks burn, and she turned her head to break the sensual contact that was nearly overpowering. Sesshomaru grabbed her chin and brought her back to face him and then licked her bottom lip to entice her to open her own. She relinquished, opening to his kiss that beckoned for more.

She felt him push up her right leg, grabbing behind the knee to place her in an easily accessible position. She continued following his kiss with a fervor of her own and used her hand to find the soft, hard length that brushed up against her hip. She wrapped her fingers around it, barely able to encapsulate the girth with her fist and relished in the moaning sounds he breathed into her from his barely parted lips so close to her own.

Kagome's enclosed hand stopped running up and down his shaft once his blunt fingers entered her, gently at first, then with a pumping frenzy. It was a rare, exquisite feeling she was often not granted, so she enjoyed his handy work. She stopped moving all together once she felt the build in her core, the thought of doing the same to him forgotten with this new sensation. Her head lulled back a little to rest against the tree's bark behind her, and she could see through passion-slit eyes that Sesshomaru's own began to bleed red into the sclera of his eyes.

She snapped rigid, hyper-aware, and nearly forgetting herself. She was not afraid, but concern made her pull her leg down slightly from Sesshomaru's grasp. This action elicited another low growl from him. She placed her hands upon his chest and looked up into his crimson gaze. The gold iris still held a very carnal look to them, beckoning yet frightening at the same time.

He allowed her leg to fall and pushed down her skirts and used the other hand to free her from the remainder of clothing to leave her just as exposed as he. Sesshomaru fell to his knees before her, grabbing her around the middle to pull her closer to him. Kagome gasped and put a hand behind her against the tree to brace herself, but it was not necessary. The grip he had on her was vice-like, and she could not move had she wanted to. She let out a tiny gasp once his tongue brushed against the most sensitive part of herself. He continued to weave his tongue in deft motions back and forth, taking the time to part her tender folds with his fingers, pushing her leg back up and out of the way with a firm hand.

Kagome drug in a ragged breath and twisted her hands into his silver locks. The build was rising up, and she could not stop the moans that escaped her lips. She began to call out his name between her panting breaths, "Sess...sho…ugh…"

"Please!" she yelled, despite herself, once she was nearly at the apex of a climax. All sensation ceased, and Kagome felt herself fill up with a different torment. "No!" she cried, almost pathetically.

"No?" he grunted with mirth from his knees. Sesshomaru rose to his full height, looking down on her with the red, gold eyes.

Kagome was desperate, and repaying the favor seemed an optimal idea to continue, so she now dropped to her knees and grabbed his member before placing the tip in her mouth. She'd barely touched it with her tongue in a sweeping motion before his jaw went slack and his hands gripping her shoulders. She had not given him this pleasure often due to her own inexperience and embarrassment, but his reaction encouraged and emboldened her to continue.

With hollowed cheeks, she lowered her mouth as far as she could and sucked as she moved back. The motion became repetitive, and she had to assume she was doing well judging by how he bit his bottom lip and pierced the flesh of her shoulder with his one clawed hand. She cried out in pain with him still in her mouth, but it wasn't all bad, and she did not want him to stop making those dirty faces.

His grip became tighter, and she knew that he must be close to the same precipice she had been on before. She began to suck harder and more vigorously, but Sesshomaru barked aloud, "Stop." His voice was low and commanding, authoritatively clear.

Kagome looked up at him and released his member, pausing to moisten her lips with her tongue. She saw his eyes widen, and the sanguine color nearly envelop his gold irises. He released his grip on her and fell back, her buttocks resting against the ground with her legs splayed out beside her. She was sure she looked very sultry in this position, but her own jaw went slack when she saw Sesshomaru lift his blood-soaked claws to his face for further scrutinization. He let out a mirthless chuckle and brought his fingers to his mouth to sample the taste of her. "Invigorating. Your blood is just as enticing as the fluids that now drench the sides of your thighs."

She looked down for a moment with a new wave of embarrassment, seeing that she was dripping wet. In a moment of self-consciousness, she squeezed her legs shut, but her modest thoughts were cut through once Sesshomaru enveloped her with his warmth and placed his mouth on her shoulder where she was openly bleeding from the wounds he had inflicted upon her with his razor-sharp claws. His tongue lapped at the blood, and the feeling was strange and exhilarating all at once. She moaned beneath him and absently wondered if daiyokai drank blood like vampires of lore.

His knees pushed hers open, breaking her from ridiculous thoughts and bringing her back to the present. Her legs were splayed open before him now, and he was poised over her like a predator poised to strike. "You are mine," he growled, his eyes glowing.

Kagome said nothing but trembled beneath him. Her silence seemed to infuriate him, and he barked, changing from sensuous to dangerous in a second. "Say it!" he commanded. His voice was loud and imposing, daring anyone to state otherwise. Those who dared would meet a swift demise.

Her breath hitched in her throat, and her body betrayed her, opening like a flower to be ruined. "I am yours," she whispered, not in fright, but in agreement. She was his and had been since that day, not ten feet from where they lay six years ago. A spell may have brought them together, but it had only uninhibited them both to their own subconscious desires.

He seemed appeased, and a lopsided grin replaced his dangerous gaze. His lips moved down to hers, and he thrust into her with a hard, splitting force. Kagome moaned into his mouth, and he plunged in and out with needy thrusts. The man was frenzied and assaulting with his need that was nearly overpowering to her frail body in comparison. She was pushed back against the base of the large tree, between two of its overgrown roots jutting out to hide their bodies from view from the rest of the forest.

She grit her teeth and moaned into his broad, muscled shoulder. Her arms were holding onto him to steady her body for his encroaching thrusts. Sesshomaru seemed to be pushing her into the tree to achieve deeper thrusts. His hands gripped her buttocks and guided her up and down on him, constantly hitting the spot deep within that made her groan.

He was incensed by her groans but was unsatisfied by their position. His desire to fill her overcame him and ran him with primal purpose. Sesshomaru pushed her towards the opposite direction and flipped her over in a quick, smooth motion. She was like putty in his claws anyway, so soft, subtle, and delicate yet yielding to his predacious needs.

Kagome let out a tiny yelp when he pushed her to her knees and thrust into her from behind. Her arms gave out on her, but her rump remained in the air, caught in Sesshomaru's grip. His clawed hand held her hip firmly, but he leaned over her back, planted his hand on the ground beside her, took his still blunted hand, and held her from a different angle. From this angle, he rubbed at her most sensitive spot. She bucked from the touch, but he held her in place with his swift finger motions, and she began to sway back and force with his thrusts and gliding over his tantalizing fingers.

How could he be everywhere? She vaguely wondered as her thoughts became clouded with erotic pleasure. Even as he had given in to his primal need to claim her, he was still able to give her the most excellent feeling. It began to blossom between her legs and radiate through her entire body as a wave of orgasm coursed through her due to the simultaneous thrusts and constant teasing to her tender pearl. Kagome screamed out a breathless cry to the forest and spasmed slightly beneath his touch.

A triumphant grunt could be heard above her and Sesshomaru grabbed her hips once again to reach a climax of his own. Kagome was still riding out the ebbs of her own pleasure, moaning loudly with each thrust, and her eyes widened once she felt one great final thrust that released everything inside of her. He gave a few more lazy thrusts as if to ensure his seed had been sown within her, but there was no need.

Kagome sighed once Sesshomaru pulled himself from her, leaving her momentarily cold. She relaxed once he laid next to her, resting on an elbow and looking down on her sweat-sheened face. She dared to peek at him with a tiny smile and found he wore one of his own. His hand trailed down her arm, causing her to shiver, and she scooted closer to his warm body.

They both lay quietly, basking in the post-coital sensation, and neither wanted to break the silence. Kagome gave a contented smile and rolled to her back so she could look up into his eyes properly. The red she had seen before was now gone, his usual serene look taking the place of the former feral one. "Your eyes had gone red," she commented absently.

"Hnn," was all he responded while staring at her different features, toying with her hair and running lazy circles on her skin.

"I've never seen it before," she added, hoping he would elaborate.

"Your scent is tantalizing," he told her. "I cannot control myself, especially now that I can smell my own seed within you. It is making...this one...see through red gauze." He leaned down and kissed her gently, and she gasped when she felt his fingers entering her swollen cleft.

She tried to push him away, "Have you always been this needy?" She smiled and let out a small laugh despite herself.

"This one is not 'needy' as you so basely put it. If that were even remotely true, you - miko - would find difficulty walking for months, if not longer."

Kagome sat up a little, rising on her elbows. "Oh, so what your telling me is that Lord Sesshomaru is a relentless sex hound." She smiled and laughed, "If that were the case, I'm surprised you've been so gentle with me these past few years."

He rolled on top of her, enclosing her between his two arms. "I have adopted a method of moderation, but since you have called my virility into question, perhaps that fallacy should be rectified."

She tensed a little once he slid into her wet folds, her body readjusting to the full feeling that could be nearly registered as a feeling of completeness.

This time, he was more sensual and gentle, enjoying every bit of her for as long as possible and marking her with his scent along as much as he could. Kagome relished, in his keen appreciation of her body, and, at some point in the night, fell asleep from sheer exhaustion.

She awoke the next morning, a slightly chilly breeze rousing her from her contented slumber. Kagome moved her arm to rub her eyes and felt the soft, velvet fibers of Sesshomaru's pelt. It was warm and comforting, indicating that he had spent the night next to her. It also meant that he was relaxed enough to allow himself to slumber, which was something he seldom did. He claimed that yokai needed next to no sleep, but Kagome figured otherwise. Every creature sleeps, she rationed. But Sesshomaru chose not to sleep often, only sharing their bed to share in lovemaking.

Kagome moved her legs, but they were sticky, and she groaned, knowing she would have an uncomfortable walk back to the village.

Sesshomaru pulled a stray hair from her face but laid back with an arm behind his head. "It would fill this one with content to awake next to you every morning, seeing you refreshed and smelling of me." His golden eyes flickered as he regarded her.

She smiled lovingly and moved to kiss his lips. As she did, he gripped her bottom and squeezed, causing her eyes to bulge. "You lecher! Have you no shame! It is daylight, and anyone could see us!"

"You only have yourself to blame, beloved. Your fertile time drives me to take you to your wit's end," he said huskily.

Kagome could feel him harden beneath her, and she gave a little squeal before jumping up and snatching up her clothes to shield her body. "No more! We must get back before everyone starts to worry."

"Why should they worry?" Sesshomaru asked innocently.

"Because we've been gone all night, and it's nearly late morning now."

"Your cries last night were loud enough to alert them to your….plight," he teased with a straight face. Kagome hoped he teased and blushed before turning away.

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He regarded himself in the tarnished mirror, sneering at his reflection. The tarnished half, inflicted in his rage, hide the part of his face, which was permanently marred into a smirk. Fan touched at the puckered skin that would never heal and allowed a strange sense of calm to wash over him. The mangled reflection usually drove him to fits of angry outbursts leveled at any unsuspecting person that may cross his path, which meant that everyone avoided him as much as possible. However, it was difficult to avoid one as powerful as Fan Tsenpo, who commanded respect and unwavering loyalty of so many, despite his violent tendencies.

They had increased as of late, those eruptions, and there was one person in particular whom Fan enjoyed tormenting the most. Fan swiveled away from the mirror in his private rooms and made his way towards the gardens.

Rebuilding the palace had not taken much time, anyone new to the grounds would never know that half of the area had been nearly destroyed. All looked fresh and new. It was there he found her, his twin, his other half.

"Dear sister," he called out.

Despite knowing he approached, she shrank when he called out. Tsering turned and acknowledged her brother with a false smile. It angered him that she would pretend all was well, but he needed her. He needed her to fear him and appease him in whatever fashion befitted him.

"Brother," she said in a dull yet cheerful voice. Tsering stood from her perch on a bench where she had been looking out over the flowering grounds, passing the time contemplating over womanly things. "You seek me out?" she asked tentatively.

Her cheeks had hollowed, and her skin turned pallid. The woman was confined in a gilded cage, no longer free to roam alone after the travesty that had befallen Fan at the hands of his Nippon enemy. Fan blamed her, but could not bring it upon himself to kill her just yet. Now that he knew her demise would not harm him, he often mulled the idea over, but that would leave him alone. The woman could still prove useful.

Fan eyed her up and down, slightly annoyed that she would allow herself to become a shell of her former vibrant self. No matter, he thought. "I only wanted to see my beautiful sister." His hand went out and clutched her by the throat, and his unscathed lip pulled up into a nefarious smile.

Her eyes bulged, and tears threatened to spill. To cry in his presence would have only sent him over the edge. Fan loosened his grip only slightly and caressed her chin with his thumb. "You startle too easily, sweet sister."

"I am sorry," she whispered from beneath his grasp.

He released her and turned his back, locking his arms behind him. "You are so much more than sorry," he told her. "I have plans for you, my dear. Plans that will rectify what you have unleashed upon our family and the DaiOzuko."

"The DaiOzuko have charged you for your callous behavior. You know what they threaten." Tsering challenged. Her switch to a defensive position was amusing, and Fan only allowed it because it played into his plan.

Fan turned around to see a fire in her eyes. How quaint. "You know I am unfazed by those old fools. They've grown complacent, and the only reason they've continued to thrive is that I have no desire to usurp their supposed power. They are nothing but a pair of haggard figureheads, withered, and ingrown. We shall see what they think of my next move."

His sister knew the truth of his words. She probably had hoped that he would heed their words of warning, but the DaiOzuko was nothing more than a name. Fan relished in her trembling figure. "Of course, brother," she whispered.

A loud screech was heard overhead, announcing the arrival of Fan's messenger, the Zhenniao. The large bird circled lazily, making its way down to land before his master. Its talons scratched at the earth, and its wings spread out in a broad span as it bowed low in reverence.

It eyed Tsering suspiciously upon rising. Fan usually received his messages alone, always dismissing his sister to her own devices. Fan gestured for the bird to continue.

"Masssster, I bring newsssss of your army," the Zhen bird clacked.

Fan subtly eyed Tsering, basking in her pronounced shock. She had no inkling of any such thing. It was almost insulting how little attention the woman paid to him, he determined.

"Feng hassss ssssent word that all isss ready. He warnssss of the child and her unique prowesssss."

He chuckled at the news. "I would expect no less from such an extraordinary specimen. I'm inclined to do the same." Fan deliberately glanced at Tsering with an innocent look upon his face. She must be piecing together where her brother had raised an army, and it was a sight to see when it clicked for her.

The Zhen bird turned its head to look upon its master with one of its eyes, waiting for instructions.

"Advise him to proceed. We shall strike while the anvil is hot. I cannot imagine that Feng would be able to contain his excitement enough to stay concealed," he sighed in feigned annoyance. "No matter, they will not expect us to rally so quickly. I've sown seeds throughout that land long enough, it is time to reap the harvest."

The zhennaio nodded and pushed its large body off into the sky, flying away to spread the message. Fan placed a hand over his eyes to see the messenger off, feeling his sister's consternation behind him. "It looks as though the time for your usefulness has come, sister."

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So, I had jokingly talked to @princesstadashi a few times about an AU where everyone’s age was the same except for Ezra’s. I’d say he would be around 7 in this au, still had his parents taken from him on Empire Day.

For a year, Ezra has been surviving on the streets of Lothal as an urchin. No one offers much sympathy for him and he holds the heartbreaking belief in his head that his parents were taken from him because he must have been bad.

That doesn’t mean he doesn’t try being good from time to time, like saving a fruit vendor from having his goods wrongfully stolen by Stormtroopers with a stolen communicator, a few rocks, and a decent impression of some deep voiced officer. He got a piece to eat for free as thanks that time.

During the weapons raid, Ezra manages to sneak inside one of the crates in his attempt to snag some food. Turns out it was a weapons crate. Cue chase scene where he is stuck inside a crate Zeb took and is terrified for dear life. By the time he gets out of the crate, he is on Ghost and the entire crew is staring bug-eyed that ‘Oh dear GOD, there’s a stowaway and he’s a kid!’

The thing is, they all think he is some random kid with parents out of their minds with worry. And Ezra is all ‘sure, let’s go with that’ and is secretly screaming on the inside like ‘they’ll find out I was lying and they’ll be ever more mad at me!’

As much as they want to return him to his ‘family’, the Ghost crew has already been sighted by Imperial forces and they have no choice but to do the rendezvous and mission first.

Hera takes to Ezra instantly, but not for his skills that were shown in canon. He’s a little kid and is a gold mine of questions she more than willingly answers for him. She gets the impression that he is intelligent, if a little shy.

Sabine isn’t too impressed by him; after all, he ends up adding to their load with his presence. She can’t help but think that his parents will end up killing them when they return the boy. If they’re able to.

Zeb is gruff, hates having his personal space invaded and can’t wrap his head around why the kid is treating him like a giant stuffed animal! Ezra’s only complaint is that the Lasat smells awful.

Chopper is neutral towards him. He doesn’t think they’ll see him again after the day is over and gets irritated when the boy keeps poking him for no reason.

Kanan, for reasons he doesn’t understand yet, feels that there is something strange about the stowaway boy. He keeps his distance from Ezra because of this, which is fine for the boy because Kanan kind of scares him too.

The weapons stolen from the Imperials is sold in exchange for food that the crew distributes at a resettlement camp while Ezra senses Kanan’s lightsaber in his room. He just gets his hands on the thing when he hears Kanan shout:

“Don’t touch that!”

Kanan doesn’t see a Force-sensitive kid. He sees an idiot boy with his hands on a very dangerous weapon now put it down right now young man before you lose an eye! When Ezra absentmindedly mentions that he could hear it, then Kanan gets scary.

“Stay out of my room. Don’t touch that again!”

Because Kanan is now thinking that the chances of the kid staying under the radar forever are slim if the Empire discovers him. He tells Hera and realizes that they might need to help Ezra get relocated somewhere safer too. Another thing to add to their list that they refuse to ignore.

If Ezra wasn’t scared of Kanan then, he was now.

During the rescue mission that turned out to be a trap, Ezra overhears Hera attempting to communicate with the other members on the enemy ship and decides to head out there and warn them himself. Cue Hera having a heart attack when she sees he is gone and the rest of Ghost thinking Hera sent a 7 year old to risk his life to warn them.

Ezra gets captured right as they reach Ghost and he demonstrates his Force powers for the first time, disarming the guards and saving Zeb from being shot, giving him the chance to escape. No one is happy with the outcome and turn around immediately to rescue the kid. Zeb bangs his head against a wall the entire way back.

Kallus learns of the Force sensitive child in custody and decides that ‘reeducating him’ would make him a useful asset for the Empire. He attempts to get information about Ghost from Ezra, but he doesn’t budge. He does almost cry in front of the officer, though and Kallus thinks that he’ll be easy to break.

The Inquisitor will be pleased to have a Force-sensitive child in his grasp.

At the same time, Ghost returns and everyone is battling through Stormtroopers because they are not going to leave a little kid behind. That’s not their way. Kanan is fighting especially hard, replaying the last time the two of them spoke in private and wincing more and more at the memory. I shouldn’t have been so harsh, he thinks, I’ll make it up to him somehow.

Ezra pulls the same ‘my uncle’s the Emperor’ trick and while the guards outside his cell don’t care that some little brat is their prisoner, they get nervous when Ezra threatens to ruin them - and maybe Ezra inadvertently uses the Jedi mind trick on them with the correct phrasing - and they go inside. Cue Ezra using the Force again to disarm them of their blasters.

Ezra has only been fending for himself for a year, so he doesn’t think of air vents to sneak through. Instead, he slowly starts realizing that he can do stuff like move things without touching them or mind control. So he uses the mind trick again to convince the guards that they are escorting him to his stuff, and then to a ship he can escape in. For extra measure, he has one of his ‘guards’ send a false report of a breach in the upper hangers - inadvertently making it easier for Ghost to land.

That’s when he bumps into Ghost and it takes several repetitions of ‘Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot!’ from Ezra to prevent two dead Stormtroopers. There is no small amount of relief from Zeb, Sabine and Kanan to see the kid unharmed and maybe Sabine pulls him into a tight hug that makes Ezra wish she wouldn’t let go. Zeb still punches the troopers, though no one is upset, and he doesn’t mind that the kid hugs his leg. They decide to bring one of the soldiers as a prisoner for information.

Kallus appears, now pissed that the kid is out of his cell and the Inquisitor will kill him for not delivering the promised apprentice he had just told him about. Ghost escapes and it’s happy reunion for all.

Kanan catches Ezra alone while Zeb interrogates their prisoner and learns about where the Wookies are really being sent. Its awkward for both of them. Ezra still sees him as the scary guy on the team and Kanan has no idea how to talk to children.

“Hey...kid...look, about earlier...when I saw you holding that...and you said you heard it calling to you...”

“He’s saying he’s sorry!” Sabine shouted from the hallway. Kanan is flustered, but it did the job of calming Ezra down and looking at the older man in a less intimidating light. Kanan tries to discuss with Ezra a plausible story to tell his parents when they drop him off and Ezra lets it slip that he lives by himself. There isn’t time to unpack the comment because Ghost landed at the coordinates their prisoner informed them of.

The Wookie rescue goes as well as it did in canon - aside from the Ghost crew getting simultaneous heart attacks when Ezra slips from their sight to rescue the child Wookie. Kanan reveals himself to be a Jedi and is ready to murder Kallus when he tries to shoot down Ezra and the Wookie child. They escape and Ezra leaves the room after watching the child reunite with their parent.

The crew offers to walk Ezra back to his house, but he waves them off. He reaches his tower in Lothal, having stolen Kanan’s Holocron instead and accidentally activates it. That’s when Kanan shows up and gives his little “You can stay here or come with us” speech and disappears. In canon, Ezra is amazed by the stealth hi/bye and with the knowledge that he was helping a Jedi. In this au, Ezra is a seven year old boy who lost his parents and believes it was because he was bad. He’s not impressed and becomes hysterical when Kanan pulls this trick.

The Ghost crew is about to leave, since they all realized that Ezra was lying about his parents, but Kanan decides to check himself. He comes back carrying Ezra in his arms like a parent holding a child, sobbing into his shoulder while Kanan mouths “Help me” to Hera. It takes a while to calm the kid down and when he hears that they weren’t going to leave him behind, he’s almost catatonic with shock at the news.

Kanan doesn’t even finish asking Ezra if he wants to learn to be a Jedi when the kid shouts “YES! YES! YES!” And then has to deal with the kid glomping him while the others laugh.

As if the cosmos had decided that he needed to be humiliated even further, Kanan is the one who ends up having Ezra as a roommate instead of Zeb - Zeb is both relieved and disappointed, the kid was growing on him - and therefore his babysitter.

That night, Kanan and Ezra are about to knock off.

“Night kid,” Kanan yawned.

“Night Daddy.”

Kanan suddenly realizes with terror, amusement, and joy that they didn’t just get a new crew member. Ghost gave the boy a family and Kanan as his father.

#star wars rebels #au #baby ezra #space family #fluff #zeb orrelios #kanan jarrus #hera syndulla #sabine wren #chopper #agent kallus

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The Home We Built Together, part 33

Two young Vikings. An arranged marriage. Hiccup always wanted to win the girl of his dreams, but not like this. Now he and Astrid must learn to live together and maybe one day, learn to love…

Writer’s note: Hi everybody! Feels like it’s been forever and a day since I posted a new chapter. 2020 has drained me of inspiration and time. It’s like this whole year is cursed :/ I started this part well over a month ago and had written a good portion of it when I realized I couldn’t use the material to get where I needed to be. I had to cut out a huge portion of it and start all over. BUT, it came out way better and flowed into where I wanted it to go a lot smoother.

I hope everyone is staying safe from the crisis at hand! <3

Change.

The word echoed in Hiccup’s mind as he stared up at the ceiling. The ripples of change had started with him then flowed to Astrid and now were moving through the rest of the teens.

They were the generation of the “few”. There’d been a sickness spread through the village when Hiccup was four. He’d been placed into quarantine at the early stages of the outbreak, along with those that hadn’t shown symptoms. The rest of the children their age group had been wiped out, and it was a mystery to this day as to how and why the sickness had targeted that particular age most of all. A few of the other children that had survived had been killed in dragon raids, leaving just the small group to mature into teenagehood.

Hiccup had thought that maybe because their age group was so few that they’d all become tight knit. But that wasn’t the case. Astrid was cold and stand-offish. The twins would rather laugh at their own pranks on people than be real friends. Fishlegs was scared to be excluded. Snotlout, the worst of them all and Hiccup’s cousin, was boorish and crude and enjoyed using Hiccup as a punching bag.

But by some miracle, by some act of the gods, all that changed.

Dragon training had shifted in his favor after learning the tricks from Toothless, and with that shift came a new recognition Hiccup had never experienced before with the other teens. They began treating him like he was one of them; like he’d never been the useless outcast of the village.

There were moments the last two days that Hiccup wondered if he’d dreamed up the whole thing. He never assumed in a millennium that the others would have had any interest training dragons instead of killing them. That was what they were bred to do from birth – to become warriors of their tribe and die in a blaze of glory as they entered Valhalla. And yet, here they were, excited to train and ride dragons.

“Snotlout, you’re first.”

Snotlout stepped back, raising his hands up in defense. “Whoa, whoa…is this some elaborate plan to get me killed?”

Hiccup nodded with great exaggeration. “Yep. Been planning your demise for months. Now, c’mon.” He grabbed his cousin’s wrist, and Snotlout hesitantly let himself be pulled along.

Snotlout’s eyes snapped open wide at the dragon he was being led to. “Hiccup, if this thing roasts me, I swear I will haunt you forever.”

“That’s fair.” Hiccup wasn’t about to let Snotlout chicken out. He’d take the risk of having his cousin bug him from the afterlife.

Hiccup spread his palm over the back of his cousin’s hand. The Monstrous Nightmare’s hot breath clouded around them as it watched with sharp, curious eyes. A whimper escaped Snotlout as Hiccup offered his cousin’s outstretched palm to the Nightmare. When the dragon closed its eyes and pressed its nose to Snotlout’s palm, a small smile crossed Hiccup’s features and he stepped back.

It was an odd thing, seeing his cousin grin with such pure joy. Snotlout glanced back at Hiccup, his face dropping as Hiccup walked off. “Where’re you going? Don’t leave me!”

“You’ll be fine, Snotlout!” Hiccup called back, giving him a thumbs up.

He introduced Tuffnut and Ruffnut to the Zippleback, who’s two heads immediately headbutted the twins. Fishlegs was a mix of nervous excitement, appearing as if he wanted to throw up as he was introduced to the Gronckle. After the Gronckle licked his face with a swipe of its wide tongue, the jittery noises evaporated from the boy and Fishlegs’ heart visibly melted.

The first meeting had gone well. The dragons and their future riders seemed to bond instantly. It was like neither side had ever raised a weapon or a claw against each other. Bringing peace to Berk and the dragons wasn’t just a pipe dream. It could be reality. A future unseen before.

A hitch in breath brought Hiccup’s attention to the girl beside him. Astrid was facing him. Her clinched fist peeked from the edge of the furs at her neck. Her features twitched uneasily. She drew in another sharp breath. Her eyes screwed shut tighter.

Hiccup had witnessed this restlessness with his wife before. After the near-death experience in the dragons nest, Astrid’s sleep had been interrupted with bouts of night terrors. She’d curl in on herself, features pinched with anxiety, pained whimpering escaping her. Sometimes her body would suddenly jerk and the action would leave Hiccup with a fresh bruise on his leg.

They never spoke about it, but he knew what terrors haunted her dreams. He shared those terrors in the twilight hours, though he knew his weren’t as bad as hers. She experienced falling from Toothless, the momentary panic of knowing she was plummeting to her death. The scorching breath of the Queen blasting on her skin. The reverberation of the chomping of its jaws as they shot out of the volcano. She’d lived through far worse than him. The dragon raids had never reduced her to a sobbing mess.

Hiccup couldn’t bear for her to be trapped in the nightmare. He rolled onto his side, leaning closer and called softly to her. When she didn’t respond, Hiccup swallowed and cautiously reached out to comb her fallen bangs from her face. Astrid jerked to life, swinging at his arm with such force that Hiccup shrank back with a yelp.

Several ragged breaths raked through her. She clung to her pillow, pushing her face into it. Hiccup watched her, wide-eyed and concerned. He didn’t know what to do next. Was she awake or still trapped in the nightmare? Should he risk trying to rouse her again?

Finally, Astrid inclined her face to him. Her voice small and graveled, “Hiccup?”

“Hey,” he replied, just as small, “are you okay?” Stretching his hand out, he tentatively touched her back. He could feel the trembles of her body through the furs.

For a long beat, there was silence as she stared through him. Hiccup assumed she didn’t want to talk. His hand found its way under the furs to graze fingertips gently along the length of her spine.

“All our lives,” Astrid finally began, her voice stronger, “we’ve lived with thousands of dragons attacking our village. We’ve watched our homes burn to ash. We’ve seen people killed.” Her eyes squeezed shut as she visited silence again then suddenly popped back open as if something frightened her behind her eyelids. “All of that violence and yet, none of it has affected me like this.” She clutched a clump of her bangs, pulling on it in frustration. “I feel so weak…so helpless by how terrified I was.”

“Astrid—” Hiccup unfurled her fingers from her hair. He drew the back of her palm to him, pressing it across his lips and cheek. Now he was trembling. “Besides my dad, you are the strongest person I know.”

Her hair rustled against the pillow in disagreement. “You didn’t blink an eye when Toothless flew us into the dragons nest. That dragon could have easily consumed you with fire or swallowed you whole. But you and Toothless attacked that dragon. Picked a fight with something as big as a mountain. Just to save me.” She tapped his chest with the heel of her hand. “Hiccup, you’re the strong one.”

“C’mere.” Hiccup pulled her to his side, her head resting against his cheek and shoulder. Astrid curled around him, clinging to him like her only pillar of hope. Hiccup was honored that she felt safe sharing her deepest fears and faults with him. He knew how difficult that was for her being a stoic warrior in training for basically her entire life. “You would have done the same for me. I know you would have.”

Astrid nuzzled into his shoulder. “We need to kill the Queen.”

“I know.” And I will.

***

The chill of the air clung to Hiccup as Toothless glided along the sea surface of the early morning hour. He’d left Astrid a note and a feather-lite kiss in her hair before leaving out. She’d be upset with him later, but this was something he had to do.

Toothless had understood exactly where Hiccup had requested they go. He had no desire to return to the place that haunted him – and neither did Toothless, it seemed. The dragon had warbled in concern at the mention of the Nest.

Hiccup continued to ponder why Toothless had brought him there in the first place. Toothless had introduced him to the band of dragons led by the Monstrous Nightmare. By the way Toothless acted, Hiccup suspected he’d informed the Nightmare that these humans were friends. Maybe he wanted the other dragons to see that humans and dragons could live in peace.

But then, they’d been introduced to the Queen. Hiccup wasn’t sure if Toothless had intended on revealing the Queen to them that day. After getting caught up in the dragons hauling in their kill, Hiccup suspected Toothless had taken the opportunity, knowing the Queen would show herself during feeding time. After seeing how the dragons did the Queen’s bidding, feeding her or being eaten themselves, it all made more sense. Maybe the band of dragons they’d met were setting up for a rebellion. Maybe Toothless thought Hiccup and Astrid could help them.

As terrifying as it could be, both boy and dragon understood what had to be done to achieve peace. The Queen had to go.

They didn’t know exactly how massive this dragon was. It’s head alone was at least the size of 20+ Nightmares. They didn’t even know if it had wings. It could probably cause tidal waves just stepping into the sea. What if the dragons stopped feeding her, would the Queen rise up and consume whatever it found? Just the idea that she could possibly make her way to Berk sent a cold shiver down Hiccup’s spine.

Though he and Astrid had brainstormed how they could takedown the Queen, none of their ideas had come to fruition. There was one idea Hiccup was holding out on her. It was just as risky and dangerous as all the rest they had proposed, and it’d put him and Toothless in the greatest danger of all. Astrid would never go for it. She’d want to be right up there beside him in the midst of the battle. But what Hiccup had in mind was something only he and Toothless could accomplish themselves…with some help.

As they approached the volcano island, the eeriness struck Hiccup all over again and a pit settled heavily in his stomach. This was a place of fear and death, and the atmosphere proclaimed it. Toothless touched down lightly on the rocky shore. His ears flattened and his scales shivered. Hiccup patted him, comfortingly.

“I know, bud. I don’t want to be here either.”

Hiccup remained atop Toothless, waiting to be spotted or sensed by the Nightmare leader’s welcome party. It didn’t take long before the band of dragons flew in formation down to them from an opening in the volcano’s side, the Nightmare in the lead.

The band landed in front of them, the members looking wary and alert. The Nightmare cut them with his glowing orange eyes. Hiccup hopped off Toothless and stared for a long beat, frozen in the Nightmare’s gaze. The volcanic mountain rumbled lowly. The Nightmare finally lowered its snout, permitted Hiccup to approach.

Hiccup took a cautious step forward. “Do you want to get rid of the Queen?” he asked in the strongest voice he could muster. He hoped the dragon understood.

Toothless warbled behind him, and the Nightmare’s interest was piqued. The Nightmare blew a huff of smoke from its nostrils.

Hiccup took another step forward. “You want to be free of her, don’t you?” The Nightmare gargled in reply. Hiccup glanced back at Toothless, who nodded his head. “Okay. Now that we’re clear on that.”

He licked his dry, chapping lips as a strange flutter of relief welled up in him. He felt stronger. This was exactly the confirmation he needed to move forward. “I have a plan to take down the Queen, but I’m going to need your help.”

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