#'did you just trade my son to the Navy?'

[awtysm-cryptid]

Do you think in the scene where they bring out the Code Elizabeth took one look at Captain Teague, did a double take, and just went to Barbossa "Hold on is that Jack's dad" "Yeah that's Jack's dad...they look alike dont they, you can really tell" "Your right, they do"

and then later mentioned it to Will

"Hey Will you see that captain over there with the red coat, black hair and trinkets in his hair" "Yeah??" "Who does he remind you of?" "Jack, why?" "That's Jack's dad" "Really wow...didn't we just trade his son to the British Navy??" "....oh god"

#listen itd wouldve been really funny if after trading jack for will Elizabeth got back to the boat and Teague just went #'did you just trade my son to the Navy?' #i now wanna find some fics of Teague being a protective dad #potc #potc fandom #potc fic #pirates of the caribbean #pirates of the carribean: dead men tell no tales #jack sparrow #captain jack sparrow #edward teague #captain teague #elizabeth turner #will turner #hector barbossa #barbossa #elizabeth swann #cretin screeches put it down

[syrma-sensei]

→ A Lioness's Home.

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pairing: daemon targaryen x lannister!reader.

rating: domestic fluff.

word count: 1.3k.

a/n: this is a sequel to my "a true victory" and "a dragon's glory". however, you need not to read the prequels, but it's preferable, though. the events of this fic take place during the ten-years time jump, but the plot doesn't necessarily follow the canon agendas.

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WITH WEALTH, DRAGONS, AND VALYRIAN BLOOD, you and your family found a fine living in Lys. And perhaps more than just fine living. Daemon and you are called the prince and princess of Lys; an honorary title given by the Lyseni people after the triumphant war led by your husband against Myr and Tyrosh over the Disputed Lands.

While Daemon was claiming yet another glory winning a war, you were claiming your own by preserving the free city's economy in maintaining the integrity of the trading path between Lys and Lannisport.

Lord Jason Lannister was more than thrilled and willing to help his sweet sister, and Ser Tyland couldn't be happier that their sister did not forget about her two lion brothers who love her immensely. Furthermore, Lord Tyland saw that in helping you, thus your husband, to ascend to power in foreign lands, it would push the dangers of the newly-reformed Triarchy away. The pirates of the Triarchy, as it seemed, did not wish to yield yet even after their gruesome loss in Stepstones at the hands of your husband and House Velaryon several years ago. Securing power in Lys would prevent the pirates to rise again, as your small family already owns three dragons, and the Lyseni people's favour.

When you were in your sixth month of pregnancy, with a very large bump in your belly, Daemon took you to the dragonpit to choose a dragon egg for your child together. You chose that special moment to tell Daemon, sheepishly, that he needed to pick two eggs and not only one. Your husband arched an eyebrow, letting the new information sink, then a wide and satisfied grin adorned his handsome face.

You suspected it during your fifth month, and the maester confirmed your qualms when he visited you for your monthly check-ups. You asked him not to speak to your husband of the matter, for you wanted to share the happy news with him in private and on distinctive occasion.

Taelon was the first to be born, his birth was easy, coming out without much fuss. Daenesya, however, was the one hard to deliver; your battle in labour continued for several hours before you finally heard her screams for air. Daemon never left your side during the whole process, encouraging you while you cried and screamed through insufferable pain. He dried your sweat and whipped your tears away from your face, reminding you that you're his fierce lioness and you could do it, while the Septas around you told you to hold your breath and push.

“Well done, my brave girl,” Daemon said proudly while holding both babies in his strong arms. “Well done.”

Daemon was true to his words and when your children's first name day came, the four of you took residence in Lys, where you were welcomed and treated with great hospitality.

Taelon and Daenesya are the epitome of exact opposites. Upon the first look, one would immediately say that your twin children are the mirror of one another; silver-gold long hair, and their eyes are amethyst flecked with emerald. However, one is quiet, calm, and leisure, and the other is unruly, chaotic, and headstrong. But both are of dragons and lions in spirit.

Your son's egg hatched after two years of his birth and gave him his precious Darkfyre. A beautiful dragon, with navy blue scales tinted by light cyan frames. His burning flames are of blue colour. Daenesya, on the other hand, her egg hatched after a year of her birth, and she was gifted her best friend Aeksyas. She's larger and wilder than Darkfyre. She has silver scales and golden eyes, and her flames are dark red. Daemon explained to you that dragons take after their riders, and you see it with your own eyes.

“Dracarys!”

Red and blue fire weave together, and from the purple flames Daemon emerges from while mounting Caraxes. A cheered applause acclaims from around you as your husband and children give them a dragon show. Among the spectators, you're the loudest and rowdiest; a proud wife and mother, watching her family proudly showing off the discrete dragonblood they have.

It's true that the people of Lys have the reminiscent of Valyrian blood, but the Targaryens are the only ones who are capable of taming dragons to their will in the Known World.

Nevertheless, your eyes are a tad more focused on your husband more the children. Daemon never ceases to mesmerize you with his riding skills, and the correspondence he has with Caraxes. The two share something really special, and you're never tired of watching over and over again. There were some times when you, eagerly, mounted Caraxes with Daemon for a ride. It was such a thrilling experience you don't mind to try it again. But in such occasions, you let the Targaryens do their thing while you stand their with charmed audience.

After a while of strutting their talent in the sky, the trio, led by Daemon, take their land on the ground. Everyone clapps for them, including you, before the three usher their mounts to the caves they've turned it into their own Dragonpit.

“Daemon, darling,” You say when the latter emerges from the cave pit, “You were marvelous up there,”

Daemon encircles an arm around your waist, pecking you lips. He smells of dragon and fire.

“Did you see Darkfyre's flames, mother!” Taelon gushes from behind, his face is slightly smudged by dirt and soot.

“Oh, I did, and they were magical, my cub!” You crouch a bit to whip his face with your handkerchief.

“Mother, did you see how pretty Aeksyas's wings are?!” Daenesya shrieks as she takes her father's side, clinging to his arm.

You chuckle amusedly, “She's the most beautiful dragon I've ever seen, my sweet.”

The four of you head to the carriage that's waiting for you to go home.

•••

After the three of them washed the dragon stench off of them, the four of you had supper. Then came Valyrian class for Taelon and Daenesya. The twins reluctantly escorted the maester to the library. And the two of you are left alone.

“Caraxes would be always my favourite dragon.” You whisper your secret to your husband as you reach the roof of your palace. It's where you and your husband spend some quality time together away from everyone's eyes. You sit on the padded floor, with your husband's head in your lap.

Daemon guffaws, “That would break Dani's heart; she thinks Aeksyas is your favourite, and she brags about it before Taelon.”

“Oh, really?” You arch a brow, “Wonder where did she get that idea from?”

Your husband smiles privately and leaves you with no answer, but you know him better. Daenesya is his favourite, and you can see why, she's practically the little version of himself.

You stroke his face gently, “I was thinking, husband,”

“What is it, my love?” He drawls as he relaxes into your touch.

“What do you think of visiting Westeros?”

His violet eyes snap open, and he gazes up at you, puzzled, “You want to go back there?”

“I do, but only for a visit,” You continue, “I'd like the children to see their homeland and be introduced properly to their kin. Also, I want to show my family off in court.” You smirk, flicking your hair behind your back.

“You little minx, you want a revenge, do you not?” Daemon returns your smirk with a sly one of his own.

Your grin grows wider, “Great minds think alike, my dragon. Yes, it's exactly what I want. I want to crush everyone who's belittled me in the past. If it pleases you, of course, my prince.”

There's a satisfied grin on the dragon's mouth, a proud one, even, “I do not mind at all, my fierce lioness. And let the small folk write songs about our love and how it conquered all...”

You chuckle giddily at him before pecking his lips, “Thank you, husband,” You grab his hand and kiss it, putting it against your cheek, “But know that it's neither Westeros nor Essos is my home...”

Daemon raises an eyebrow, “Where might it be then, my love?”

“You,” you answer with a pacing heart, “You're my one and only home...”

#daemon x reader #daemon targaryen x oc #daemon targaryen #daemon targaryen x reader #prince daemon targaryen #daemon targaryen headcanon #daemon targaryen fic #daemon targaryen smut #daemon targaryen imagine #daemon targaryen fanfic #daemon targaryen fluff #house targaryen #house of the dragon #daemon headcanons #daemon prince #daemonism #hotd daemon #daemon targeryan #daemon targeryen x reader

[authorofcelesti]

Shelby flew through the storm, narrowly dodging bolts of lightning. She considered turning her broom around and heading back to the familiar evermoor, but she shook her head against it.no, i left for a reason. This way, the Witch police will stop hunting me down.

A few minutes and seventeen bolts of lightning later, she figured she should land before she was actually dead. She quickly landed in a small clearing and used her cloak and broom to create a tent. She set down her bag to use as a pillow and quickly fell asleep.

<><><>

The next morning Shelby woke up, confused as to where she was. But then she remembered everything. The battle, the explosion, packing, the storm. I never did check to see if the spell worked or not. Crawling out of her makeshift tent, which had done a surprisingly good job of keeping her dry, she stood up and looked around the clearing. The tall pines dripped with leftover raindrops from last night and there was a small pond to her left. Shelby walked over and looked at her reflection in the clear water of the pond and compared it to her wanted poster. She had a spare set of clothes that Katherine had given her to try on about a week before Sausage became possessed, but even with them on, she knew it wouldn't be enough. She tried anyway though.

The clothes were very practical and a lot thinner than her now very ripped sweater and overalls. But she was a lot farther south and it was quite a bit warmer. Katherine had made her a loose blue shirt along with a pair of shorts held up by suspenders. The clothes had come wrapped in a navy blue cloak that had small gems scattered around it, making it look like the night sky. Shelby pulled the hood of the cloak up to cover her brown hair and checked her reflection before sighing. It would have to do until she could either make or find a potion to change it. Which was gonna be a top priority if she wanted to successfully hide from the Academy.

With a sigh, she pulled a map from her bag. Now, she thought to herself, where’s the closest village?

<><><>

The village was a peaceful place. The houses were whitewashed and had multi-colored roofs, reminding the witch of Chromia. Maybe I could settle here, she thought, but decided against it as she saw the town's newsboard.

Smack-dad in the middle, between help wanted advertisements and pictures of missing cats, was her wanted poster. Glancing around, she pulled up her hood a bit farther before ducking towards where she sensed magic. It seemed that she would have to travel quite a ways farther to be rid of the posters.

After a few minutes of walking, she found the potion shop. As Shelby walked through the door, a bell above jingled, alerting the shop owner to the presence of a customer.

"Hello there! What can I get you?"

The shop owner was an older man walking out of the backroom of the shop. His blond hair was pulled into a small ponytail at the base of his neck. He had blue eyes and large black wings folded behind his back. A young man, most likely his son, trailed behind him.

"Hi, I'm just looking for something to change my hair color."

"Of course! What color were you thinking?"  The shop owner said as he walked over to a shelf. He picked up one of the bottles and held it towards her." We just made a batch of this bright orange. It would go well with your eyes

"I don't think that I'm near bold enough for that, maybe white?"

"Hmm, I’m pretty sure we have some in the back." He said before turning to his son. "Tommy could you-"

"On it, Dadza." The boy said before rushing into the back.

“What currency do you carry?” the man asked her once his son had passed through the curtains.

“Oh.” Shelby hadn’t even thought of how she would pay for the potion. “I don't really have any currency, but I do have things to trade, like, uh.” she quickly rifled through her satchel for something that could be considered valuable. 

Mushrooms? No. spare rockets? Maybe. Oh wait! The young witch pulled out a handful of blaze rods. The shop owner’s eyes widened at the sight of them. 

“How in the world do you have so many?” he asked her. She opened her mouth to respond but was interrupted by a voice behind her.

“C’mon dad, she’s obviously some kind of adventurer.” Shelby turned to see two boys walk into the shop through the front door. The one who spoke wore a yellow sweater and a gray beanie covering his brown hair. She also noticed that he was slightly translucent and seemed to float an inch or two above the floor. A ghost, Shelby realized. He seemed more, sentient than the other ghosts she’s dealt with. His friend trailing behind him had long pink hair and tusks jutting out the corners of his mouth.

“Well yes, Wil, I can tell that.” the winged man told the newcomer. “I was just surprised that she had so many. You must've spent quite a lot of time in the nether.” he told her.

“You could say that.” she said, “Is this enough to trade for the potion?” 

He waved his hand. “Oh yes, yes. Most definitely. I can even toss in a few healing potions for you.”

“That would be great,” Shelby said, “ thank you.”

<><><>

Back in her clearing, Shelby looked at the potion and scrunched her nose. It smelled absolutely terrible. But if she really wanted the authorities of her trail, this is what she needed to do. She plugged her nose and gagged down the milky potion. She looked at her reflection and watched as her hair slowly turned white, starting at her roots and changing her naturally dark brown hair. She took a step back and gave a little spin. With both the hair color and new clothes, she doubted that anyone would recognize her from her posters. Now she just needed to find a place to settle. But it would need to be even farther from the evermoor than she already was. She carefully wrapped the empty bottle in her large cloak and put it in her satchel before jumping on her broom and taking off with the setting sun on her right.

<><><>

A week of flying later, Shelby was pretty sure she had found the right place. It was relatively isolated, so no one would try to find her, but there was a village with a spellbook store a bit to the east. She was just glad that the bookstore owner had forgiven her for accidentally casting a lightning bolt on him. 

She had set up about halfway up a steep mountain, and as much as she loved sleeping outside, she was getting sick of it pretty quickly.

"Ugh, I miss my bed!" She was currently sprawled on the grass right next to her campfire, a book of spells open next to her. The contents were mostly storm-based, which she had found an affinity for back in the academy. But that wasn’t as important as getting a good night’s sleep. Her back ached from the stupid rock that seemed to dig into her side no matter what position she slept in. she needed a house, stat. She just didn't know where to start.

Maybe I can use magic, like with that first hut in the evermoor. She sat up and ran over to her chest to search for items she could use in a house-summoning spell. She came up with a few scattered items that could work, a few pieces of deepslate, some blue-leafed saplings, some candles, as well as a few magical bits and bobs she'd found.

She set the items in front of her and studied them. Shelby couldn't really remember how she'd done it back in the evermoor. But if she'd figured it out once, the witch was positive she could do it again.

She looked over at the Gem crystal and picked it up. She must've grabbed it on her way out.

“How did Gem say these worked?” she asked no one in particular as she turned the Gem crystal over in her hands. To any normal person, it would just look like an amethyst crystal, like the ones found in Lizzie’s mines. But because of her magical training,  the witch could sense the reservoir of mana contained inside. She recognized the magical signature from the amethyst that had been integrated into Sausage’s magical staff. Maybe I can use it to make a new wand? She considered the thought, but quickly discarded it. The mana inside was too much to fit inside just a wand, and she didn’t have the knowledge of how to filter it out. That was more of wizardry than witchcraft.

The Witch set down the crystal on the ground beside her. But she must've done it too harshly, because her ears were soon met with a high-pitched hissing noise. Startled, she looked back at the crystal and realized that there was a large fracture running lengthwise along its purple surface. The mana inside, she realized, it’s escaping! She picked up the crystal and started panicking. At the rate the crystal was going, it was going to explode soon, and Shelby definitely didn't want that.

Acting on instinct, she threw the crystal away from her.

There was a flash of light and Shelby closed her eyes to avoid being blinded. When she opened them again, there was a tower sitting where she had thrown the cracked Crystal. It had a deepslate base with walls made out of a royal blue wood. What the,  she thought, did- did I do that? But how?  She looked around her little clearing and realized that she had thrown the crystal in the direction of the materials she had gathered. I guess that explains where the spell got the materials.

She walked up to the spruce door and put her hand on the doorknob. Slowly, she opened the door and was stunned by what was inside. The spell had not only conjured up a warm home, but had also furnished it with a kitchen, a fireplace, and-

“A bed!” Shelby quickly pulled off her shoes and jumped onto the soft mattress. It feels like sleeping on a cloud. And with a sigh, the runaway witch fell asleep.

<><Two months later><>

Shelby stepped out the front door of her house and yawned. It had rained the night before, so the ground under her feet squelched with each step. She heard a noise to the side of her and her eyes followed, but she froze when she spotted her mailbox with the lever on the side switched up.

Her heart stopped. Oh no, she panicked, have they found me?

She carefully opened her mailbox and pulled out the single letter placed inside. She sighed in relief as she noticed that the seal on the envelope wasn’t the Academy’s. 

In fact, she thought as she turned the letter over in her hands, weighing it slightly, I dont think ive ever seen that crest before. She carefully opened the letter and read the invitation she found inside.

Dear storm witch,

You have been chosen to participate in the witching event of the century. In the event of my death,

 I always knew that someone would have to rise and take my place as Supreme 

Witch. Which is why I’ve devised a series of games to determine my successor. 

Eight witches, one winner. Will you come out on top?

Follow the North Star during the witching Hour. it will show you the way.

Yours truly, the supreme witch

The Supreme Witch had often been talked about at the Academy. They weren't a single person, but a title passed on through mysterious circumstances. 

Well, not so mysterious to Shelby anymore.

If I was the supreme witch, I could clear my name easily! She realized, Even the Academy wouldn’t dare go against the supreme witch.

#empires smp #witch craft smp #witchcraft smp #shubble #Greatest Witch AU #sbi family dynamic #i didnt realize that the finale was happening today #oops.

[minteaspoon]

The Kingdom of Naath

set in the “Mhysa” universe

the first part of “Mhysa” is linked down below:

Premise:

Basically some world building in Luke’s kingdom; the Kingdom of Naath

btw: Mimosa is an oc of mine, and is pretty much if Luna Lovegood and Newt Scamander merged into one and transferred over to ASOIAF:D

“Sovereign Mhysa! We have letters from Essos pertaining the building of ports for trade from there to here, and here to there! We need only your signature to follow through!-“

“Sovereign Mhysa! We need your signature on this document for the building of the orphanages to house the Westerosi orphans Lady Mysaria brought over!-“

“Sovereign Mhysa!-“

“Sovereign Mhysa!-“

“Sovereign Mhy-!”

Over and over, Mhysa hears the yelling of his title, and duties as Naath’s Kingdom.

How in the world did my grandsires handle all this? How did my mother handle all this?

Mhysa sighs, burrowing his head into his arms at his wooden desk currently sat in his office in the Korlyn Main Hall.

The building was the first official place of meeting, and the place where all decisions for the future of Naath are made and decided. Housed in the Imperial Pillar.

Standing up, the brunette walks to the open window overlooking Midsummer Shore - it was the main port of Naath, and the busiest part of the realm.

There were eight parts of Naath in total;

Addersfield was where Mhysa was crowned before the masses, and where all the tribes and people of Naath were finally united, liberated, and protected under the banner of House Stormdrake. It’s where the first settlements of United Naathi sprang forth, where it’s animals are held in, and where the majority of Naath’s vegetation is grown in.

Aempleforth’s the housing unit. It’s where most Naathi, and people moving to Naath, reside in. Though some opt to scatter all around Naath, Aemoleforth is Naath’s equivalent to Flea Bottom, but one that’s in far better condition. It’s overseen by Mysaria.

Midsummer Shore was the main trading center when going in and out of Naath, with its biggest trading port being Port Obsidian. Mostly only active at night, as the Butterfly Fever is less to contract at night when the butterflies slumber. It’s overseen by Addam.

Isle of Gardenias houses those with magic, led and taught by Mhysa’s old and good friend; Mimosa, the All-Mother of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and Headmistress of Mexarts Academy, who oversees the lone island out on the coast of Naath.

Thunder Isle acts as the headquarters of Naath’s Navy; the Storming Fleet. It houses Seasmoke, and is overseen by Alyn, Commander of the Storming Fleet, Lord of the Seas, and Prince Consort to Mhysa Stormborne.

High Peaks contains the army’s barracks, and holds Naath’s weapons and the dragon Sheepstealer, who’s rider is Nettles, General of the Naathi Army. Nettles oversees the district.

Sanctity Slope protects and houses those of the God(s), and acts as the main facility for religious practices, as it’s built large enough to contain many rooms for many religious purposes and practices. It also safeguards Memorial Hall, where the dead are remembered - visited and prayed for and to by the living. Brutus and Ajax oversees the building.

Imperial Pillar is the place Mhysa calls his home. It contains his and his family’s rooms and belongings, along with the Throne of Naath - Mhysa’s throne.

A throne Mhysa forged and built from Thunder and Lightning.

Sighing, the male closes his eyes, and listens to the soft breeze and distant chatter of his people.

His people who he would do anything for, as they did for him and his family at their lowest.

Footsteps pitter patter on the wood of the hall, and Mhysa turns to see one of his bro- sons running towards him, a smile on his face.

“Mother! The Black Council asks for you in the main room. They wanted to discuss matters regarding trade with Houses Stark and Arryn in Westeros,” the white haired fourteen year old beams, staring up at his nineteen year old bro- mother.

Mhysa tilts his head at his son, his son with white hair, his son who never truly was.

His joyful Ajax.

“Mother will be there soon. Tell the Council that, I have a few more documents I need to finish until I am free to come and discuss such things.”

Ajax nods, and starts to turn before turning back to his crouching mother. He pecks his mother’s tannish and freckled cheek before running away, exuberant giggles expelling from his crescent-shaped mouth.

The brunette chuckles softly, shaking his head and standing straight.

He walks back towards his desk, taking one look at his still quite large amount of paperwork to fill out, before his gaze of soft yet stern chocolate moves to his kingdom.

The kingdom he worked so hard to unite and build. And the dynasty he knew his mother, and fathers, and brothers would be proud of him for creating.

#lucemond #lucerys velaryon #my oc #house of the dragon #hbo house of the dragon #hotd #aegon iii targaryen #naath #westeros

[sea-owl]

Someone was very nice and sent me an ebook copy of Fourth Wing, and now I'm gonna drag ya'll with me as I read it.

Warning this will probably have spoilers because these are just all my unfiltered thoughts.

So here's chapter 1-3

A Captain America reference in the book dedication? Well there something I wasn't expecting. Does this make Yarros Tony Stark?

Oh so this is supposed to be like a history book or biography in world.

Girl same, I can't climb six flights of stairs either. My asthmatic lungs would kill me.

Is Violet a nepo baby?

So kinda of a nepo baby, except the nepotism is possibly gonna get her killed by her mother's profession.

So she had a brother. . .I don't believe he's dead. I'm calling it now he's alive.

I like Mira. She kind of has this realist attitude about her, but it's obvious she loves her sister.

And here ladies and gentleman we have boy number 1 enter the ring! Dain Aetos! Childhood friend who is probably gonna get heartbroken or break her heart.

I agree with Mira, Violet get that shit over with and move your butt across that parapet.

Separatists? Like Star Wars?

Oh we got a name drop for boy #2 and the one Violet is probably gonna end up fucking/fall in love with, Xaden Riorson!

So Xaden is the son of a former enemy of Violet's mom and will attack her kids. Yeah he's definelty the love interest. So we got an enemies to lovers thing going on, they better both try to kill each other at least once. Only way I accept my enemies to lovers.

Oh do we got new besties? Gotta keep an eye on Dylan and Rhiannon.

Oh Violet is a little romantic.

Violet trading a boot with Rhiannon, definitely a future bestie.

Oh we get to see Mr. Love Interest! Damn Violet keep your panties on.

Damn Dylan is dead, I shouldn't be surprised his name was too normal and we only got his first name.

Can Jack shut up? We got his last name so he's probably surviving the parapet, damn.

You know this is intresting world building. Violet is a history nerd and using this history to keep herself calm also gives us the readers a chance to know more about the world too.

Oh look just casual murder. Violet you better move girl, there's an unhinged ahole behind you.

Well being short has some advantages. Violet should push that dagger in a bit further. Jack already wants to murder you girl, make sure he can't reproduce.

Violet is better than me, I would have made Jack a eunuch.

Oh here's Dain!

Yeah Violet is not getting into the Second Wing Dain. My money is that Xaden got to the red head first and got Violet put in Fourth Wing.

Oh, Dain had a plan to sneak her out. Aaannd now he's pissed Violet off.

That's kind of sad, the General rather see her daughter dead than not a rider.

Oh so she is in Second Wing, for the moment at least. Wonder if it changes again once they get dragons, or if someone is gonna switch her later.

Called it, Xaden did make sure to have Violet in his wing to fuck with her.

I kind of feel for Violet's thoughts of not cheering for the ones who died.

Hey the dragons are here!

That navy dragon is gonna come back. It was staring a Violet for too long not to. Not sure if it's her future dragon or one of the boy's but that dragon is gonna come back.

#seaowl reads #fourth wing

[swampgh0stt]

I have not written for anything MegaMan related since like 2010′s???? 2008??? sometime around there. But I’ve been getting back into Battle Network lately & wanted to try writing something out, because it’s always got a special place in my heart. 

AU where Saito survived infancy, but his HBD left him in a fragile state. Including OC villains (T’aaku & Valery) as a means to an end. It was originally 2 docs titled “Rip to Saito but I’m different” & “Survivor’s Guilt? I don’t even know her” if that gives you insight

Also, if you squint, slight ForteRock bias? 

cw: major character death

“I figured it out.” 

Valery’s voice broke the silence of the warehouse, echoing in electronic reassurance. Normally, they would fill the space with their ramblings— (“And Great Spirits alive, could they ramble,” thought T’aaku)— but for the past few hours? Complete silence. It had given T’aaku a chance to review his own notes, mulling over the physical layout of SciLabs he had acquired. Stealing tech wasn’t the most honest of work, but it was his trade. He was brilliant on his own, but circumstances were rather unkind, often backing T’aaku into a corner of desperation. 

Until he created Valery— which he often deemed was his greatest success. There was hardly a Navi or a program that could keep his dearest at bay. With the exception of the Blue Bomber, who had been such a thorn in Valery’s side that the AI obsessed over her, mercilessly. Now that they broke their silence, T’aaku cringed at the thought of another rant incoming. 

“I know how to ruin Hikari’s day.” 

Well… That certainly brought T’aaku pause. “You really sat there this whole time, thinking about that?” He huffed, lifting his goggles from his eyes. A yellow eyed glare set on the hologram screen of his PET. “I have better things to do—“ 

“It’ll get the Blue Bomber off our backs for a while,” Valery added in a purr. That made T’aaku reconsider. Of course it always led back to her, but… She was a genuine threat to their project. “Trust me on this,” Val urged with confidence. “It’ll spare us a lot of trouble.” 

There was something uneasy twisting at his gut. He wasn’t sure what to think, but… “Whatever,” he huffed and held up his hands in surrender. “Whatever half-assed plan you came up with, just… do it. Don’t tell me, alright?” 

A wicked grin pulled back on Val’s face. “As you wish.” 

———-

“Netto…!” Haruka’s voice called from the kitchen, calling her child down. He stumbled along, skipping down the stairs without a care in the world. Why should he? It was his birthday! And his twin’s as well, but… Saito was always the main focus in everything they did together. Netto shoved his hands in the pockets of his vest, slipping into the kitchen with practiced carelessness. 

His mother had the brightest smile on her face as soon as she saw him. “You know what day it is.” As if she needed to remind him. “Your father’s coming home in a few hours,” and that was the best news Netto heard all day! “We have plans with your brother.” 

There it was. His eyes rolled as a pout set on his face. It wasn’t his fault he was stuck in the house all the time, so did he have to steal the attention for himself every single time they did anything as a family? “Maybe I already had plans,” he grumbled. Haruka knew her son had a feisty streak in him sometimes, especially when it came to the subject of his twin. But he wouldn’t dare miss a chance to spend time with his father, no matter how angry he was. 

“Here--” A slice of cake was handed over on a plate. “Can you bring that to your brother? There’s a slice waiting for you already.” Because she knew, immediately, that he would ask where his was. “You’re fourteen today!” 

Netto took the plate with a sigh, turning on his heels to head back upstairs. When he reached the door to his brother’s room, he paused-- hearing her voice on the other side. His heart clenched, hearing him sound so happy. (“All these birthday wishes for me, Rock? Guys-- You’re too nice to me.”) He knew immediately that Saito was talking to other Navis. They were his only friends, and Netto just wished he could make the same contacts he had. 

Maybe if he stopped getting so upset everytime he tried to include him--

He huffed, opening the door and plastered his best smile on his face. “Sai!” His voice rung out as he held up the slice of cake. “Mom wanted me to bring this to you.” He didn’t want his twin getting the wrong idea. The rest of the world might give him special treatment, but he refused to-- in his mind. Netto handed off the plate, grimacing as he stole a glance at Saito’s PET. 

Rock--

Such a source of envy from Netto. Saito always excelled with his Navi, getting opportunities he never could before. And while he was saddled with the Navi he refused to customize, he always felt his gut twist whenever he saw Rockman. Now, he could see other Navis on screen as well. Blues was always hard to miss-- (how did he befriend that stick in the mud!?)-- and Roll, too. Netto stepped back with a roll of his shoulders, shoving his hands in his pockets again. 

“Are you going somewhere?” Saito sounded hopeful when he asked, his green eyes locked on his twin brother. He knew how he felt, the resentment he held towards him… More than anything, he just wanted to ease those ill feelings. He wanted an actual relationship with his brother, if only he would give him the chance. “We can share the cake!” He gave him his own bright smile through the oxygen mask on his face. 

Netto just shook his head. “I’ve got my own, downstairs.” Away from you. “I’ll see you later, alright? Dad’s coming, so… I’ll be back then.” 

Saito’s smile immediately fell. This was typical, he knew it… But sometimes it really bothered him. “Oh… Alright.” It was a struggle to not sound so heartbroken, and an even bigger struggle to not look it when Netto turned and took his leave of the room. His shoulders slumped, attention returning to his PET screen. “He’ll be back later.”

Rockman folded his arms and huffed. “He always says that.”

-----

Netto’s slice of cake was forgotten on the table as he took off, no doubt in search for his friends as he left his mother and sister behind. All he needed was a time estimate for when his father was coming home. 

Haruka busied herself with decorations around the house while Saito tried to distract himself with all the Birthday messages he received. Rockman read off each enthusiastically, trying to help lift his NetOp’s mood after Netto’s departure. Navis came and went with their message deliveries, some staying longer than others-- but for the most part? He was left with Rock. The day was turning just the same as every other. He had hoped it would be different… 

“Anything else, besides messages?” Saito hated having to cut his Navi off mid-sentence, but the drone of similar well-wishes was starting to wear on him. “What time is Dad coming home again..? I can’t remember.” He was in desperate need of a distraction. “Hey, I have an idea. Maybe we can find Forte today?” 

Rock hesitated at that suggestion. “Ah… I don’t--” His words were cut off as there was a sudden power surge in the house. Saito’s gaze ripped away from his PET screen, shifting to his bedroom door. 

He heard it first, the hum of the ventilator silencing-- then he felt it. Saito’s hand immediately grabbed at his chest as it tightened with the sudden lack of oxygen. “Rock--” His voice squeaked out, his hand shakily reaching for the PET. The ventilator wasn’t the only thing that shut off, it seemed. Luckily, sunlight flooded his room, but the lights flashed through the house like a child flicking the switch excitedly. 

He was able to jack his Navi in, but time was not ticking in her favor. Rockman felt his NetOp’s desperation, hurrying to find the source of whatever nasty virus had infested the house all at once. “I’ve got it, Saito!” The little Navi reassured, immediately taking off in search of the ventilator-- and whatever virus had cut it off. He wouldn’t get very far before he was scooped up by a large rack of antlers that tossed him aside with ease. 

“!!!” Rock recovered quickly, his green-eyed glare falling upon a familiar sight: The same Navi he had run into so many times before; a known criminal… Valery. “I don’t have time for you right now!” He spat back. From where he was, Rock could see the ventilator’s access point, but Valery had put themself in his way. They were the cause of the sudden surge… The reason why the ventilator remained shut off. 

Val shook their head, a vicious laugh slipping out. “Trying to reach something?” 

Rock clenched his fists. “Saito..!” He knew he was asking a lot of his NetOp, but… He was desperate. “I need a battle chip--” Any one would do. The quicker Rock chased this menace off, the quicker he could get the ventilator back on. 

Saito was too breathless to speak, but did as he was asked. Unfortunately, Valery was more than happy to engage Rock in a fight, drag it out for as long as they could manage. And every second that passed, Rock could hear his NetOp getting worse. Val was intentionally wasting his time, to Saito’s own detriment. 

The battle was over as they both heard the sound of Saito vomiting. Val lifted their head just in time to see the operating screen-- see Saito double over the side of the bed and spill his guts on the floor. He found no relief after, with the mask now pulled away. Saliva and vomit was dripping from his lips as he gasped for breath that refused to fill his lungs. He could feel his heart pounding-- in time with his mother’s fists at the bedroom door. 

Move, Saito thought to himself. He had to move-- get to the door. It was his only chance. But Valery had already thought it through, keeping the outside world locked just beyond the bedroom door. Saito was trapped within, alone, while his Navi struggled to save his life. Unfortunately, Saito didn’t have the strength to help Rockman. 

“Saito!” Rock called to his Operator. “Stay with me, alright!?” He was already moving away from the PET. Val was all too eager to access the camera in the room, watching as Saito fell out of bed and to the floor. He was trying to crawl to the door, but he couldn’t move any further. “Saito…!” Rock called again, panicked at the video footage playing out. 

That signature wicked grin spread across Val’s face, watching the pitiful display. Every gasping breath Saito took was another thrill up their spine. Rock realized they looked more like a wild animal than an actual Navi, utterly disgusted at the excitement they had for possibly taking a life. They wouldn’t actually kill him, would they? 

“You’re killing him!!” Rockman shouted. 

Val turned his excitement on to the smaller navi then. “He won’t die…” But they knew they were lying as soon as the words escaped them. And how could they not find joy in it? The Operator to one of the biggest nuisances they had ever known… now brought to heel by their own whim. Reduced to gasping on the floor in a puddle of his own vomit, Val had put him there himself. Humans really were fragile little things, stupidly chasing after what they considered their own successes while failing to realize the downfalls. “You know the problem with automating everything, Rockman?” Val tilted their head, like a dog listening to a siren. “Monsters like me have all the power.” 

Rock took a step back, thinking through his options. He was at a disadvantage with Saito out, so he couldn’t rely on his Operator to win this fight. There was always the chance of reaching out for help, though… He whipped around, turning his back on Valery as he desperately started typing up a message for Netto. Val was more than happy to let him struggle. They knew they had already won. 

---------

“Netto.” The brunette groaned, hearing his navi call for him. “Netto, you have a message from Rockman.” 

“Oh great!” He threw his hands up in frustration. It had only taken so much to get his friends gathered for an impromptu birthday outing. Now his twin had come calling? Likely to bitch at him, as per usual. “He can wait.” He had all this curry to get through! 

The Alpha-I Navi paused, then continued with some hesitation: “The message says it’s an emergency--”

Netto bared his teeth angrily. “Saito’s not my Mom! Even if he likes to act like it sometimes!” His voice had raised, betraying the frustrations he had tried to hide in front of his friends. Dekao and Meiru exchanged worried glances with each other. They both knew how Netto felt about his twin, and they pitied Saito really! Meiru had been hoping he would put that resentment aside for their birthday, at least. 

“Maybe you should answer it.”

The brunette sat back in his seat, sulking. “If he needs help so bad, he can email his NetBattle friends. I’m busy. Besides, I’m sure they’re all tripping over themselves trying to get his attention anyway! What does he need me for?” 

------

“No answer?” 

Saito could hear Valery’s voice from her PET. He felt his heart sink. All that desperation was suddenly sapped from him, replaced with grim acceptance. Stuck on the floor, alone in his room, face-first in his own vomit… That was not how he wanted to die. But he was, while his mother tried to reach him-- held back by the monster that invaded their home’s network. Saito’s breaths were shallow and quick, but it was no use. “Rock--” He didn’t have the strength to do anything else. The least he could do was say his goodbyes, if his body would even allow that. 

The Navi tensed, hearing his Operator speak. “Don’t-!” He exclaimed. “Please..” Saito didn’t need to waste time on words. 

But his Operator insisted: “It’s okay.” 

Rockman knew it then, too. It was too late, wasn’t it? Netto wasn’t coming. Haruka couldn’t get in. Saito was dying, and this other Navi was more than happy to let it happen. He always worried that something like this could happen… but Rockman never thought it actually would. They had always been so careful, always worked with the right groups-- 

Valery listened in as each gasping breath grew shorter, less frequent. This was it-- the moment they had been waiting for! The sweet sounds of death echoing out from that frail body. “You deserve this,” Val ran their tongue over their teeth. “For every time you ever got in my way--” 

Their moment of victory was ripped away in a blinding flash of purple, a massive burst of dark energy that Rock just barely managed to escape from. A dark shadow had joined in the fray, his form smaller than Valery’s-- but just as deadly.

“Forte!” Rock was relieved to say the least. He could even the playing field, keep Valery distracted while Rock rushed to get the ventilator back on. But even that had proven useless, when Saito had already ripped the mask off his face. “Saito!” Rock called to his Operator. “It’s fixed! It’s fixed, get it back on!!” 

But there was no answer. 

“Saito!” Rock called again, because he couldn’t accept that his Operator was dead. Things were finally starting to look up..! Help had arrived, and Rock could fix everything Val had done to their home. The doors were unlocked, allowing Haruka the chance to rush in and scoop her child up in her arms. But help had arrived too late. 

--------

When Netto heard that his father had come home early, he was quick to cancel the rest of his plans and rush back. His heart was soaring at a chance to see his father again, making him almost reckless as he skated down the sidewalk. It was a pretty slow start to his birthday, he’ll admit, but it could only get better from--

“What..?”

It was hard to miss the flashing lights and emergency response vehicles gathered outside of his house. He skid to an immediate halt, his brown eyes wide as he took in the sight before him. What the hell happened? He spotted a well-meaning paramedic approaching him, and immediately decided that he wanted no part of that. Netto hurried forward again, slipping through the front door but was stopped when he heard his mother’s wailing from upstairs. 

Oh no. Upstairs… where his twin lived. 

Netto swallowed down the lump forming in his throat, remembering the emergency message he got earlier. He took a step up the stairway and paused, his eyes locked above. His mother’s sobs drowned out every other sound around him. “Saito…” His voice was soft. Something terrible happened to his twin, didn’t it? He took another step forward. Had he answered his message, could this have been avoided? He didn’t even open it to find out just what was going on, assuming he was nagging him for leaving the house. 

Why would he do that, he asked himself now. Why would he nag him for leaving on his birthday? Had he really been so jealous about everything that he completely-- ignored Saito, in his time of need? “Mom?” Netto called up, his voice cracking with emotions held back. This wasn’t happening, it couldn’t be. 

His father appeared in the hallway above, and Netto knew right then- by the solemn look on his face. There was no going back anymore. Netto stared desperately back at his father, silently pleading for reassurance. Yuichiro closed his eyes and shook his head. 

That broke Netto’s resolve. Skates were kicked off as he rushed up the stairs and around his father, into his brother’s room. His mother was clinging to his body, but Saito was lifeless where he lay. There was vomit on the floor… His mask had been thrown haphazardly, and the sheets clung to the side of the bed where he had fallen from. 

His PET was nearby, and Netto could hear Rock’s voice coming from it: (“It wasn’t Forte!! He was trying to help. He didn’t do this!”) Forte was here? It didn’t matter anymore. 

Yuichiro finally came back in the room, kneeling down beside his wife and his dead son. Netto regretted not opening that email now. He had abandoned his twin… and even Forte had been here-- What sort of person was he? 

His fists clenched, tears starting to spill down his cheeks. 

Happy fucking Birthday indeed.

------

“Oh my G-d.” 

T’aaku’s hands shook as he read over the headline again. A chill ran up his spine, but his whole body was numb from the shock. “Valery-- you killed him,” he breathed out. 

The article had a picture of Saito plastered on it, before going into detail of what was supposed to have been a special day gone horribly wrong. His vision started to blur as his eyes scanned slowly over each word, tears obstructing his ability to read through. “You actually-- you actually killed a child,” he sobbed. Had he known that was the plan his Navi came up with, he never would have agreed to it. The Blue Bomber was a nuisance, sometimes a genuine threat, but his NetOperator didn’t deserve to die for it. 

And what’s worse… Valery had said they thought of a good way to ruin Hikari’s day. This was so much more than that. 

Without hesitation, the Navi answered: “He deserved it.” T’aaku felt his stomach drop with such carelessness. “Besides-- that indie Navi took the fall. Really, humans are so stupid.” 

T’aaku whipped around to face his PET, his teeth bared angrily. “He was a child!” He shouted back, not bothering to hide how truly upset he was. “I never wanted this--”

“You said.”

“I didn’t tell you to kill a sick kid!” 

Valery didn’t bother to argue back. Instead, a recording of T’aaku’s voice played out from the screen: “Whatever half-assed plan you came up with, just… do it. Don’t tell me, alright?” Their yellow eyes glared right back, a wicked smile on his face. “I killed her?” They countered with a tilt of their head. “You killed him. You made me…” 

“Shut up!”

“I never would have existed without you. I was only acting in our best interests, getting rid of that disgusting internet cop. If you had come with me, we could have made off with his PET and been done with the Blue Bomber all together.”

“You want me to steal from a dying child!?” T’aaku couldn’t believe what he was hearing. What kind of monster did he make? 

“Yes.” Valery wouldn’t pretend like they were concerned about grave-robbing, or any trouble that could bring their operator. This was opportunity! The world was now biting at the bit to get their hands on such a famous, now operator-less Navi! 

And who were they, to miss out on opportunity? 

-------

The house was a lot quieter without Saito. Netto found that he couldn’t stand it. 

He missed his twin’s voice ringing through the halls. He wasn’t particularly loud, but he often left the door to his room open so Haruka could keep an ear out. Netto would give anything to hear him planning NetBattle strats with Rock, or a snarky exchange with Enzan. 

No… More than anything? He saw Saito’s face, that bright smile directed at him, just before he left her for the very last time. He didn’t want to speak with his NetBattle companions, Saito wanted his company. He had even offered to share his slice of cake with him, as he always did-- Saito was always trying to include him, to drag him along with him, to have his twin at his side. Netto rejected him at every turn, wanting to stand on his own rather than stand by his twin’s side. And why, why didn’t he just spend more time with him? 

Why did he resent him so much, when all he wanted to do was be with him? 

Netto stared into him room, stuck at the threshold. It was so dark without him. Their father had taken her PET with him back to SciLabs, leaving Saito’s room in complete silence without his Navi. 

It didn’t take long, after news got out, for a dispute about who was to buy Rockman off the family. He was far too valuable to waste away without an operator. Netto felt like crows were fighting over his brother’s corpse every time a new offer came in, begging the Hikari family with false niceties and a very large check. 

He didn’t want Rock going to anyone else. If someone was taking him, Netto wanted to be that new Operator. They didn’t deserve to have his brother’s Navi… He didn’t either, but at least he could try to do right by him, after how he had wronged Saito so often. 

But that was not his decision to make, it seemed. Rockman was whisked away, and Netto could only wonder why. 

He took a step into het room, undisturbed after Haruka had cleaned it. No more vomit on the floor… and the sheets were fixed neatly on the bed. Netto could only see that awful scene he had come home to, with the room in disarray and his brother’s body lifeless in their parents’ arms. Could he have saved him, if he only answered the message? Had he rushed back home then, instead of stuffing his face with curry--

He grit his teeth and shook his head, feeling hot tears start to form again. Why didn’t he answer the damn message!? He could have easily come home and sent his Alpha-I Navi into the fray, maybe even operated Rockman and saved Saito’s life. Would a second Navi have been enough to chase off the attacker? 

Was it even actually Forte? Rockman had been insistent that it wasn’t, but the police were certain of their bias against him. He had a history of hating humans, yes… But Netto only ever heard praise and admiration come from Saito, when he spoke about Forte. Was it in his nature to turn on someone, when he sensed weakness? Was he no better than some wild animal that shouldn’t be touched? 

But Rockman said-- 

Netto paused, holding his breath as he listened in. His mother was beside herself in grief, having found something to kill her pain that made her less lucid, but kept her from sobbing the days away. She was not the same, after Saito’s death. None of them were, but his mother was especially destroyed over it. He wondered if she, too, blamed herself? Having been home at the time, unable to reach her son on the other side of the door. Did she hear the whole thing? Was she forced to listen to the bitter end, knowing she was powerless? 

He couldn’t stomach the grief he harbored already. Netto wasn’t sure if he could live with himself, if he experienced that too. 

After his mother passed without sparing a glance his way, or even to Saito’s room, Netto continued his silent exploration. Without the PET, he needed something to keep with him, something that could keep his twin alive. What he found was his bandana, with Rockman’s navi-mark embroidered in. It had been a gift, though he wasn’t sure from who. Saito received so many gifts for his efforts, and instead of celebrating with him? He often shrugged it off and went on his own. 

Another regret. 

“I’m sorry,” Netto breathed out as he pulled the bandana over his forehead. “I’m so sorry, Saito.” 

-----

“How are you feeling?” 

The first thing Saito heard was his father’s voice. He blinked, coming to and seeing a world vastly different from the one he had always known. His green eyes directed down, spying the blue gloves on his hand. He looked like Rockman…

He was Rockman..!

Saito glanced up in shock. “What happened..!?” His voice was soft. The last thing he remembered was feeling terror and desperation, choking on his own spit as he gasped for breath. He heard Rockman calling for him… Heard Forte’s name in the mix-- then nothing.

“This was the only way I could save you,” his father explained. “I’m sorry. It’s selfish, I know. But I can’t lose you.” 

Saito lowered his hands to his sides, his shoulders sagging. He had spent so much of his life staring at a screen… This was newly found freedom without restrictions-- and gifting him the chance to actually spend time with his friends, but.. 

“I can’t tell anyone about this, can I?” He already knew the answer. 

“No, I’m afraid not,” his father sounded as if he regretted it. “Not even Netto. Not yet, at least. Is that alright?” 

What was he supposed to say? “Will he be my operator?” He didn’t want to find himself under some stranger’s control. 

“Yes…”

It was almost a dream come true, in the most cruel fashion. He would finally get time with his twin brother… But at what cost? “Alright…” Saito resigned himself with a nod. This was the hand he was dealt. It was the only way.

#saito hikari #netto hikari #hub hikari #lan hikari #megaman battle network #megaman nt warrior #rockman exe

[nilsavatar]

You don’t have to answer this it’s ok, I’m just genuinely curious on how you come up with a full Navi name. I get the structure a bit but how does one come up with a Navi last name? This is a stupid question Ik😭

Hi there and thank you for asking for my advice!🥰 I hope I don’t get too technical in my explanation, but consider it a professional distortion because I specialize in this very field. I will try to keep it as simple as possible but don’t hesitate to ask me further questions if you want to go deeper. Also, no question is stupid, and all deserve an answer. It is right to ask anything about what you doubt or are curious about. If you find someone in me who can satisfy them, I’ll gladly answer, even if within the limits of my knowledge🥹

Na’vi is an arbitrarily created language, like Esperanto, and this makes it a little easier to grasp and study than a natural language, as grammar and phonetics should have no exceptions because of the evolution of the language in time and space. Although Na’vi actually does have them in pronunciation due to actor errors that have become canonical.

Fictional languages for cinematic use have become a very serious area of filmmaking, particularly in historical, fantasy, and sci-fi. James Cameron's will for the Na'vi language to sound authentic is no surprise. The aim was for it to sound alien, but for it to be replicable by the actors, whether they were playing natives or humans approaching the language. So, basically, it involved the phonatory apparatus of the Na’vi being similar if not identical to the human one, but the sounds produced were mixed to make them sound from another world. Paul Frommer (the Na’vi language inventor) combined elements from various languages, including Polynesian, Eastern European, Japanese, and Swahili. From Japanese and Swahili in particular, he took the agglutinative structure. Swahili is a lingua franca that arose from trade between the inhabitants of the East African coast and the Arabs, from whom it has been heavily influenced.

I am doing all this tedious background because the structure of full names in Na’vi is derived from Arabic more or less (Arabic names are far more complex).

Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk’itan = Neteyam of Sully (family) son of Jake >> te is the particle of belonging to something/someone [a borrowing of the Japanese particle の]. Tuktirey te Suli Neytiri’ite = Tuktirey of Sully (family) daughter of Neytiri >> in the case of words preceded by an apostrophe [‘itan/‘ite and so on], the particle dropped, but the positions between the two objects are reversed.

Just as in Arabic, Na’vi emphasizes from whom you descend, and whose child you are. For male names, one looks to the paternal line, and for female names to the maternal line.

I hope my long introduction did not confuse you and that this was the answer you were looking for. I tried to cram in as much information as possible without getting bogged down. But to give a dry answer on the structure of Na'vi names without at least an excursion into the language itself seemed to me to be fragmentary.

If you’re interested, there are portals on the Internet to generate names, divided into male and female. I recommend this one: https://www.fantasynamegenerators.com/avatar-names.php I use it when I don't know what to call my characters, especially to vary with family names. There are also forums for learning grammar, and phrases. But I recommend you first start with the Na'vi dictionary compiled by Mark Miller and authorized by Frommer, with phonetics and basics. Beware of automatic translators, they are poorly done.

💕Thank you again for asking me. I'm flattered beyond words!💕

#nilsask #avatar the way of water #avatar #atwow #james cameron avatar #na’vi language #na’vi grammar #the struggle of learning na'vi

[lenniharrisonsims]

Behind The Scenes...

Imperial Palace, Glimmerbrooke, 8:21am

Kat: Del Sol has declared neutral, which I figured as much. President Mitchell has just started his first term, he wouldn’t want to jump headfirst into a war that has nothing to do with them. I appreciate his caution.

Misha: It would help if he declared for us, though. It leaves a gap on the East of the continent where Windenburg could get a foot in.

Cesare: Mitchell remaining neutral also gives Highwall an excuse to stay neutral as well, which makes our cause look weak.

Kat: We are not in need of allies. We have all the states of the Empire, the forces of Newcrest, Willow Creek, Oasis Springs, and Brindleton Bay. How many allies does Windenburg have? None.

Misha: But his navy is still twice the size of ours, even if you include all our foreign aid.

Kat: Unfortunately, this is true…

Cesare: It's because he has a draft- mandatory conscription for all the adult men in Windenburg. All we have is voluntary service-

Kat: And I'm not going to change that. I promised my people they would not be forced to fight.

Vera: Current intelligence tells us King Victor plans to commandeer the naval forces of the island nations he’s occupying.

Kat: Tartosa has a fairly impressive navy, but not much can be said for military forces in either Sulania or Selvadorada. That’s part of why both have peace and trade treaties with us. We are meant to provide the military might for them in case of an invasion. Why do we not have a plan to recapture Selavadorada yet? 

Advisor 1: We’re currently in talks with Oasis Springs for the addition of their navy to our numbers in an invasion of Selvadorada as we speak Ma’am. His Majesty, King Ivan, was apparently out of office this morning when our council tried to reach him about a decision. Something to do with a “family matter.”

Kat: We’re his family. Vera, get my brother-in-law on the phone immediately.

Vera: Yes Ma’am.

Advisor 2: Oh my god…

Kat: What is it?

Advisor 2: You need to turn on the TV, Ma’am. World News Coverage.

*Vera turns on TV*

TV: -in a lavish ceremony at the Crescent Cathedral in Newcrest, and has now begun to call himself “Emperor.”

Kat: Oh my god…

TV: “The New Windenburgian Empire” as he called it, encompasses the previous kingdoms of Newcrest, Sulani, Selvadorada, and Tartosa.

Misha: What?!

TV: Emperor Victor also crowned several loyal members of Windenburg Royalty and Nobility into positions of high authority in his new empire. His eldest daughter, Princess Martha, was crowned as the new Queen of Sulani. His son, Prince Jonas, was made King of Tartosa. The Earl of Frankvan was crowned as King Lucien of Selvadorada.

Kat: What the hell…

TV: The most shocking out of all of these of course was the crowning of Mr. Stefano Colona, the exiled King Cesare’s younger brother, former Prince of Newcrest and Prince Consort of Sulani, as the new King of Newcrest in his own right.

Cesare: That bastard son of a bitch!

TV: He was crowned alongside his once-mistress and now wife, Miss Justine Boyd, and his son born to the pair- the young Damien Colona.

Misha: How could he?! After everything you did for him, and for Damien? This is how he repays you?!

Cesare: He’s never cared about any of us. All he has ever cared about his power…

Advisor 3: Ma’am…

Kat: What?

Advisor 3: You might want to change it to International Breaking News.

Kat: Why?

*Vera changes channel*

TV: -at the ceremony, announced the engagement between the new Crown Prince Damien Colona of Newcrest, and Princess Emma Lofton-Strauss of Windenburg.

Misha: What?!

Kat: They’re just children…

TV: The new Emperor stated that the union was to solidify the new friendship between the ruling families of Newcrest and Windenburg, and help shape the future of the New Windenburgian Empire.

Kat: Turn it off. Vera, change of plans. Get Ivan, Caleb, Genevieve, and all my generals on an emergency conference call now. 

Cesare: What are you thinking?

Kat: I’m thinking that if we don’t get help to the Island Nations now, I worry about what’s going to happen to the ruling families that just got ousted and are still trapped in their homes.

Misha: You don’t think Victor would-

Kat: I think he would probably do anything to legitimize his new Empire, and that includes getting rid of opposition.

#tw: war #ivanov legacy #ts4 #ts4 simblr #ts4 legacy #behind the scenes #tsarina ekaterina #king cesare #queen misha #vera shepherd

[rausule]

The Cyberpunk was not up to my fire wall, which perhaps possessed other skills, which perhaps had a penchant for art or philosophy instead of business, or who felt paralyzed in the energy was in sync. due to the proximity of the initiator; and yet there he was seated at his desk, partly in darkness, the warm ocher gecko in his eyes, his own place for my son; Lucifer. Many sons of Lucifer did their best, with education and application, to follow Ra U Sule's instructions

To really own what you inherit You must first show that you deserve it: my children. I am the Light that follows the darkness. The cult of the ancestors O Me Modimo Augusta.

Ra U Sule took the form of reverence for old houses and churches, for the most incredible coins, for the strangest measures and weights. Guards, regiments, pubs, old cars, cricket, and above all the hereditary monarchy and in a less obvious way the class around it, that is, the aristocracy, which could trace its origin to a more splendid past. Even politicians, as members of the private council of the Crown, received some of the royal charm as a result; state officials modestly called themselves HMG7. The state itself enjoyed a high prestige because it retained some of the rank of the aristocracy that used to govern the government. For a long time in the United States (devoid of an aristocracy) it was assumed that government was always bad, while in England people have always shown disdain that governments were no better than their beloved devoted children. Not just the government, but all the most important institutions in the country - from the universities to the Royal Society, from the Marylebone Cricket Club to the Trades Union Congress (TUC), from the merchant navy to Fortnum & Mason - at some point were awarded royal patronage, and it was difficult to find in any industrial sector a company plus a people that I love. Lucifer offer Praise to your Servant Ra U Sule . The government has the interest in providing African Egyptian cultural Musicians art and International Replication of the culture of the African people in America as now and Teach the Egyptian language.

#halloween happy #hallween #dead #lucifer

[calif0rnia-lovers]

learning to share.

request: since you made it a thing to give us Rio and his wife can you give us his proposal? How you think he did it?

warning(s): none — date night + marcus

pairing: rio x reader | rating: 💙. | words: 630

✧ Friday nights are reserved for date night. Rio sticks to this religiously. he’s busy during the week, so he makes sure it’s never interrupted or postponed

✦ It is on one of those nights that Rio proposes.

✧ He has thought about the moment for months, but it doesn’t go as planned. Primarily because someone else crashes his plans for the evening

✦ “I wanna come.” It was a request made by Marcus as he’d watched his father pick up his keys. “I never get to go with you!”

✧ “I know. You’ll go next time. not tonight, lil man.” Rio might think he lays down the law in his house, but his son knows otherwise.

✦ because when you enter the kitchen ten minutes later, a fully dressed Marcus accompanies you. with your help, marcus has traded his school clothes for a pair of navy blue dress pants and a white button down.

✧ “I told him no,” Rio shakes his head, unable to suppress his smile as you fix his son’s bow tie, your eyes roll dismissing his objection.

✦ “and I told him yes.” the sweet, innocent smile on your lips mirrors the one Marcus gives his father. “doesn’t he look so handsome?”

✧ “you can’t give him everything he asks for, just because he smiles at you,” Rio warns. The kiss he presses against your forehead betrays the stern tone of his voice. “he’s gonna end up spoiled—“

✦ “sounds like you’re speaking from experience,” you tease. “I think you’ll manage having to share me for one night, Rio.”

✧ the table he’s reserved, at your favorite restaurant, now has three seats instead of two.

✦ “you can order whatever you want,” you tell Marcus, the sight of his widened eyes bringing a smile to your lips.

✧ “whatever I want?” his eyes passing across the table to his father who is silently watching him, an amused smile on his lips.

✦ “of course,” you smile, your eyes lifting to meet Rio’s. “your dad’s paying.”

✧ the seat rio had planned to take alongside you is now occupied. he is forced to sit on the opposite side of the table, watching as marcus sits alongside you.

✦ for the first time, when your food arrives, rio isn’t offered to try it—well, he is, but he’s not the first to be offered. you offer it to marcus first.

✧ the conversation is full of laughter—only rio is not the cause of it. rio doesn’t get much in. marcus talks a hundred words per minute, focused on sharing every thing that passes through his mind with you.

✦ rio watches silently, chin in hand, as his son rests against your side. the smile on his son’s face is one Rio has become accustomed to in your time together. it is a smile that appears the second marcus notes your arrival.

✧ you glance up, the smile on your lips softening as you meet your boyfriend’s gaze. “you okay over there?”

✦ “oh, who me?” rio’s brow raises, his smile stretching. “just thinking how I should’ve stayed home. my own son’s got me third wheelin’”

✧ “if you continue to behave, I’ll make it up to you later.”

✦ rio waits until you are in the restroom to lean forward. “You wanna help me with something?”

✦ the price of the ring doesn’t matter. he’ll most definitely downplay the cost if you ask. Rio’s focus was creating a ring he knew you’d love. he brought marcus along to the jewelers for the final seal of approval.

✧ upon your return to the table, you find Rio has suddenly changed his mind about getting Marcus dessert.

✦ you’re walking, Marcus between the two of you, eating your ice cream when Rio reaches over his fingers catching yours.

✧ “before we head back, Marcus and I wanna ask you something.”

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#because if his son doesn’t like you it won’t work #rio x black!reader #rio imagine #rio good girls #manny montana imagine

[muffinlance]

Muffin, did tou change the chapter count on As the world should be? :0

Yeah, I sneakily marked As the World Should Be as completed when I realized that A) it's in a good spot to be finished as a standalone short, and B) I am really not gonna get back to it for a long long time. I may yet return to it, but for all intents and purposes it's done.

But since you Definitely Asked, here's the start of what would have been the second chapter:

2. Negotiations

Ozai had once entertained the possibility of bonding with his son. They were both second born. Both destined to be overshadowed by the child before them, simply due to poor luck and a tragically low infant mortality rate among the upper class.

Azula was the perfect heir; eager, obedient, a firebending prodigy, blooming within the court from the first time she realized she could threaten a servant with fire and face no reprimand.

It was easy for the subtler talents of a second born to be overlooked. For the quiet work of a political mind to appear subservient to their older, flashier sibling.

From when his son was first old enough to be worth the investment, Ozai made certain to set aside time to spend with the boy.

%%%

The guard lemur announced Zuko's presence with a loud chittering call and then sat itself on his shoulder like one of the palace lizard-dogs detaining a target, ready to maul on command. Zuko stopped walking and tried to ignore its gigantic eyes watching his every move, its head nearly pressed against his. He would really prefer not to lose half his face.

"Avatar. I've come to open negotiations. As we—" the lemur started tugging at his crown, but Zuko's hands were too full to brush it away. "—As we discussed."

"Come on over! Have you had dinner yet? And it's all right to just call me Aang."

"Nu-uh," the nonbender said. "Pause. What are you carrying, and what are they doing here?"

"Writing supplies?" Zuko said, raising his portable writing desk a little higher, and catching the bag of paper and inks before it could slide off.

Which left the issue of Mai and Ty Lee standing behind him.

"We're chaperoning!" Ty Lee said.

"Wouldn't want anything to impinge upon his Highness' honor," Mai said.

Zuko flushed. And accepted the Avatar—Avatar Aang's—invitation to join them at their fire. He even accepted a bowl of… something that was rice-based… to be polite. He set the bowl on the edge of his desk, and arranged a stack of papers and ink pot and readied his quill. Which the guard lemur confiscated with its tiny paws. ...He readied another one.

"I think it would be prudent to begin with our opening terms," he said. "What do you want?"

"The war to end," Avatar Aang said.

Zuko diligently wrote this under the column titled Demands of the Avatar and His Associates from the Nations of Water and Earth as Regarding the Avatar's Surrender (First Draft).

"More specifically," the nonbender said, "for the war to end without the Fire Nation ruling the world. Troop withdrawals, that navy of yours needs to stay out of our waters, reparations for rebuilding, war criminal trials that aren't a complete farce, in fact, why don't you just turn them over to us for judging—"

"A firebending teacher for Twinkletoes," the earthbender said. "One who isn't going to fry him. And you guys can't keep squatting on Earth Kingdom land."

"My mother's necklace back," the waterbender growled under her breath.

He diligently added all these to the list.

"What does the Fire Nation want?" Avatar Aang asked, when they were done saying things almost faster than he could write.

Zuko started putting marks next to the things that made sense. "We want the war to end too, obviously," he said, and ignored the general Water Tribe reaction to 'obviously'. "Troop withdrawals and land and sea border treaties would be a part of that, and if there are war criminals than of course they'll be brought to justice—"

" 'If'?" the nonbender squawked.

"Zuko," Mai said. "You're not supposed to tell them what we'll agree to. You're supposed to talk their terms down. By using your own."

"Oh. Right." He sat up a little straighter, and started writing under the Fire Nation's column. "We'll need Avatar Aang's surrender, or at least his reclusion from any hostile actions, both now and in the future. His bending instructors should probably be with him, so he can learn to… actually be the Avatar. And so they don't do anything political on his behalf. And, uh. I'm not sure about reparations, aren't those… usually for the side that loses?"

(There was additional squawking, and some growling from the waterbender.)

"But we will want trade deals. Which can certainly include supplies for rebuilding."

And had to include food, because the Fire Nation's population had lived for a hundred years outside the borders of their island, they didn't all fit there anymore. There was a reason they had to keep expanding the colonies' borders.

This seemed like a good place to leave their initial negotiation rounds. Before any war crimes could be inflicted against his person. Also, he should probably consult with father before making any formal promises.

%%%

Enclosed please find a copy of Avatar Aang's initial demands prior to surrender. There is a significant amount of common ground—

Ozai was very aware of his brother sitting across from him, sipping tea.

"Who knew your son would be such a diplomat!" Iroh smiled. "Ah, but obviously you did. I admit I had my doubts when you sent such an inexperienced combatant into the field, brother, but clearly I lacked the foresight to see that this was your plan all along!"

"Indeed," Azula smiled, with no fewer teeth. "Quite ingenious, father."

Firstborns. How Ozai loathed them.

#I'm actually disgruntled with myself for not finishing #because the title doesn't make complete sense until the end #it's such a good title guys #so good Sokka will SCREAM #as the world should be #avatar the last airbender #atla

[softitunes]

heyyy gurll😌💅 dont mind me just here to ask for that imagine with 💃⭐Doffy⭐💃 Ya'know...the one we were literally talking abt yesterday with the kid who looks identical and all that? Ye...make it happen

👁👅👁👍

Have fun...😗

Ahh right right...😅 ill be honest i totally forgot abt this lol.

𝐃𝐨𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 "𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐧" 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦...

Discovering him

Doffy first discovered him through the morning news paper and honestly

My guy was genuinely confused...

He didn't destroy the slave trades yesterday??? Did he? Does he sleepwalk?

that's him in the picture...right?

It isn't till later that day, diamante rushes into his office showing him the wanted poster...

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃

𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒

𝑫𝒐𝒏𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒙𝒐𝒕𝒆 _________

350,000,000 𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑠

That's when it all clicked. He has a son? How is he only just finding out about this? How old is he? Who raised him? Does he know about his father?? Surely he does...

He has all his executives gather all information about the "kid" or so he thought, apparently his son is 21, 20 years younger than himself in fact he was like a carbon copy of him, just with longer hair and regular shades...and no pretty coat.... born and raised in the north blue, he had made himself quite known in that region and the grand line...always slipping away from the navy's grasp.

And from what doffy's heard...

_________ was still currently in sabaody.

Meeting him

It was quite awkward for a moment...

The second they saw eachother, they both froze it didn't last long though, seeing as doffy just laughed off the tension and _________ kinda just carried on with his thing, walking down the street, buying groceries, he didn't seem too bothered with the stalking shichibukai.

He even offered to talk with doffy at a nearby bar.

_________ may look like his father, But he doesn't seem to act like him, to be honest he was alot calmer than the flamingo, he had a somewhat stoic but relaxed expression and was softly spoken unlike the shichibukai who cackled throughout the entire conversation.

_________ didn't seem to talk about himself much, only mentioning minor little details about his past.

His birthday, the village he grew up in, he did however reveal that he doesn't know who his mother is...and was abandoned at a local orphanage but he never went further with that. The conversation was mainly just small talk from there and also doflamingo talking about his family.

Now We all know doffy wouldn't be subtle about wanting _________ to join his crew/family, as a matter of fact right after they finish talking doffy confronts him outside.

"I want you to join my crew"

"Why?"

"Eh, i just don't know how to feel about my kid joining with some weak crew...it would make me look bad, plus it's probably best if i keep an eye on you, from what I've heard, you're quite the troublemaker, i don't you to some how screw up my stuff in your chaos..."

"I probably get it from you"

"Fufufu Oh that's a definite...so have we come to an agreement?"

"Eh only cuz you're my ol' man"

"I prefer the term father...young man"

"How old are you?"

"20 years more than you"

"Old man it is then"

He could get used to this...in time

Bonus:

Heres a drawing i did inspired by dis👀👀👀

Also @vanillassswirll...👁👅👁🖕

#one piece #anime #doffy #doflamingo #op doflamingo #donquixote doflamingo #doflamingo family #its 1 am and im not normally up this late so imma head to bed soooo...ciao👋 #im tired #goodnight

[badlucksav]

Under the Cold Sun

Due to some unforeseen circumstances (aka me being a procrastinator as usual and my muses being flighty bitches) I did not get through prompt 1 of YuTen week so instead I'm just gonna write this little drabble I might expand on later. Placing it below the cut

Her stomach felt like a weighted ball of lead as she watched the plume of black smoke come ever closer across the blue expanse of the sea. Outwardly, Yue knew that she looked every inch the diplomatic princess her parents had raised her to be, but inwardly, she was the scared little girl who hid under her furs during storms. 

Her soon-to-be husband was almost here.

Yue had always known that her marriage would have to benefit her tribe in some way, but she had always expected to marry someone from her tribe—the heir of an old bloodline, a strong warrior, something. She did not expect this.

Princess Yue of the Northern Water Tribe was not marrying the son of a respected elder, nor was she marrying the bravest man in her village. She would not raise her children in the ice palace where she grew up under the moon's watchful eye.

No, for the first time in over a century, a Water Tribe princess was marrying out of her own country. Princess Yue was marrying Prince Lu Ten of the Fire Nation.

In three days.

There was no choice in the matter, at least no choice with any decent outcome. The Northern Water Tribe was going broke. A hundred years of limited trade with the Earth Kingdom had made the tribe's coffers suffer. And this was her father's solution. It made sense, she supposed.

But no amount of rationale eased her anxiety. All she could do was wait and watch as the Fire Navy cruiser grew steadily bigger on the horizon. At least, until a servant fetched her to go down to the main canal to greet the Fire Nation procession.

Seeing the ship enter the city was nearly frightening. The dark steel of the hull cut a stark contrast against the bluish-white of the ice ad snow. The rumble of its engines could be felt underfoot, and Yue could scarcely breathe.

With a great hiss, it came to a stop, the smokestacks spitting out final clouds of black soot. And then, they descended: a dozen men and women dressed in black, red, and gold, their expressions stoic, their hair combed back neatly. Yet Yue knew who her betrothed was, even before he stepped away from the crowd and approached where she stood with her parents.

His eyes were like honey; his hair was sable combed back into a topknot with a gleaming gold flame. He wore a black cloak trimmed in fur over gleaming armor. He looked like a Fire Nation soldier, except his eyes were kind.

He greeted her parents first, offering first his forearm to shake before he bowed low, formally, in the way of his people. Then he turned towards her and bowed again before the corner of his lips turned up into a charming smile.

"Princess Yue, I am Prince Lu Ten," he greeted her, and his voice was low, smooth. "It is an honor to meet you."

#yuten week #yutenweek #yue x lu ten #yuten #day 1: arranged marriage #atla #avatar the last airbender

[gwynrielsupremacist]

A COURT OF LIGHT AND SHADOWS

Chapter 2: Reason

Read it at AO3

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If it were up to Azriel, right now he would rather be juggling burning knives.

Blindfolded.

And in a dark room.

They were in the huge alcove of the High Lord of the Night Court, as Rhysand removed shirts and jackets from his dressing room that he claimed were appropriate for Cassian's attire at his ceremony.

Although Azriel, sitting in one of the chairs that were nearby, watching the scene with his chin on his hands, he was rethinking why he thought this would be a good idea.

After the 'incident' with Elain and Rhys, he had made up his mind that he would never think of Elain that way again.

Of course, that was rather difficult when she was always where the Spymaster passed.

Was he going to the kitchen? Elain would be there with Nuala and Cerridwen.

Was he going to the living room? Elain would be there with Feyre and Nyx.

Possibly one day he would find her in his bed, wearing lingerie, as a gift just for hia enjoyment, tearing off the tiny pieces of undergarments and-

"Azriel?" The sound of his name brought him out of his trance. "Have you been paying attention to something I've said in the last 20 minutes?" 

He knew that his shadows, moving slowly over his neck, covered any variation of his arousal but, just in case, he watched Rhysand's reaction, knowing if he knew the reason for his daydreaming, he would be enraged.

However, Rhys's face revealed absolutely nothing, only joy for his brother and bewilderment on the part of the Shadowsinger.

Usually Azriel was the one who had to warn his brothers to pay attention to him, not the other way around.

He shook his head to Cassian's question, to which he sighed, visibly tired and irritated: "I was wondering if navy would look better than black, but I have no idea what Nesta would like." He muttered. Apparently having a mating ceremony wasn't all the color of roses. "I'll stick with the black one, I  don't think the suit will last long after we go to that cabin." He announced as he and Rhys gave each other knowing glances, grinning mischievously.

That was another arrow to his badly wounded heart.

He was happy for his brothers, of course he was.  There was no other male who deserved a mate as much as Rhys and Cassian, but ...

What about him?

Azriel stopped intervening in the conversation at that moment. He usually did not want to participate in those conversations, but it seemed that that day he was the worst of all.

"The worst day will be the mating ceremony, Shadowsinger. You must prepare for that day if you do not want to fall from grace" Recommended their shadows.

It was true. There would be no worse day than the ceremony.

With Rhys's ceremony it had been the same. As soon as the ceremony was over, he had to go to a Sex club to get rid of the arousal and despair that he felt throughout his body.

It was not fair. Was the Cauldron so macabre?

Had he done so much harm to the world that they deprived him of the experience of having a mate?

He swallowed silently, keeping his face mask neutral, no emotion leaving his face.

He thanked whoever had given him that ability, it was fucking useful at times like these.

Three hours later, Cassian ended up deciding what costume to wear, the black one, and the conversation between the commander and the High Lord died as well.

Cassian left, muttering that he had forgotten something in the House of Wind, although it was possibly an excuse.

The atmosphere in the room had quickly become charged, before the challenging stares of those two.

Although Azriel supposed that he should stay away from the House as well, since he did not need his shadows to tell him that it had served him with a double purpose, he was probably going to fuck Nesta until they both could not hold on foot.

Azriel started to get up, but was prevented by a force in his chest from Rhysand.

"Maybe he had found out about my scent change, after all." He guessed, preparing his best poker face for the onslaught the High Lord was going to bring him.

They stared at each other, studying possible reactions, waiting for who was the first to speak.  Things had gotten tense on their part since Solstice.

Azriel knew, as did Rhysand, that no matter how much he wanted to possess Elain's body, he would never betray Rhysand. Punch him, maybe.  But he will never betray his High Lord.

"I notice you are somewhat distracted, Azriel."  The High Lord commented, sitting down on a chair and intertwining his fingers, dropping them into his lap. "I hope there were no overnight escapades on either side." Rhysand knew perfectly well what he was talking about.

Like Azriel.

"None. I did what you asked." He secured, leaning back, with the advantage that the High Lord didn't know that in reality, his thoughts were a hell of 'wills and cannot'.

Rhysand nodded slightly, rising from his chair, to which Azriel copied the movement.

Azriel knew he shouldn't be fooling around when Rhysand was in that mode, but he couldn't help but feel like a hypocrite.

"You took Feyre away from Tamlin when she still thought she loved him. Elain doesn't love Lucien, yet you separate her from me." Azriel thought. He knew those thoughts didn't make any sense, but right now he was the only thing he could think about.

His shadows were scattered around the room, ready to attack if something happened to his master, while some were on his shoulders, caressing the area in tension.

"I want to keep it that way." Rhysand emphasized, walking ahead of him, silently asking him to follow. He did it. "Things are going bad, Azriel, I don't need any more trouble than is inevitable."

"What problems?" This one answered. "According to my spies, Koschei hasn't shown any signs of life, so I don't see what a problem there could be."

"That Koschei is not showing signs of life does not mean that he is not operating in secret." He suggested, walking into the nursery, with Nyx in the crib, sleeping peacefully.

The High Lord's face changed dramatically.

It was no longer the face of the most powerful High Lord in history. It was the face of a father watching a son, with awe and love in it.

"I can't bear that my son has to spend his early years with that bastard of Koschei in the middle."

"We will protect it." Azriel confirmed, also looking at the small bundle wrapped in sheets. "I will protect him with my own life, if necessary."

Rhysand looked into his eyes, and in a pleading voice, he said:

"Do you understand then? Why I ask you to separate from Elain?" As much as he hated doing that, he nodded. "I cannot allow jealousy and desires to be put through the protection of the court. Things are bad enough to make them worse."

As much as it was hard to keep his gaze neutral, he continued to nod, but anger crept through his mind, clouding his reason.

"And how much trouble would Elain and I have?"

Rhysand was silent for a moment. Azriel guessed

he was steadying himself so as not to punch him in front of his son's bed. Instead of doing so, he asked:

"I don't want you to avoid the question. You are not going to avoid the question." The High Lord manifested. "What the hell happened with Mor, Az?

That theme again.

"Why whenever we talk about Elain, do you end up talking about Mor?" The Spymaster snarled, the shadows preparing to attack, noting the tension in the environment.

"I do it because you have completely forgotten Mor, Azriel. You have been in love with her for over 500 years." He remembered. "I can't believe you traded Mor for Elain in so little time."

"And why do you fucking care?" He growled again, backing away from the room for fear of waking the boy.

"Mor is my cousin, Azriel, and I think I deserve an explanation. Have you given up? And now I suppose Elain will be the consolation prize, right?

It took Azriel more of the self-control he possessed not to slam his fist into the High Lord's nose. If he hadn't been his superior, Rhysand would be bleeding badly right now.

"Elain will never be a consolation prize." He barked, leaving the house and spreading his wings to fly up, but was interrupted by Rhys's hand on his arm, an anchor holding him to the ground.

"Give me a reason."  He started to say. "Tell me one fucking reason why Elain deserves to be your mate, and not Lucien's."

"Are you comparing me to… to that one?" He murmured in a voice icy and deadly, the voice that sent chills to the poor people who had to listen to it. Rhysand didn't even flinch.

"You are both different and equal at the same time." He evaded, then returning to the initial question. "Give me a logical reason, and I will allow Elain to stay with you."

Baring his teeth at him, Azriel leapt, taking flight and away from those feelings, roaring with rage when he realized that he had not a single reason to be worthy of Elain.

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[deewithani]

Welcome to the Triumphant

Prologue

Work Rating: 18+ (Explicit)

Chapter Rating: M

Paring: Pirate!Wolffe x F!Reader

Word Count: Approx. 1k

A/N: This is a pirate AU set on Earth, so ranks are changed as appropriate, however there will be historical inaccuracies in the telling of this story, since it is a work of fantasy. Inspiration drawn from Anne Bonney, Pirates of the Caribbean, Treasure Island, and countless other stories both real and dreamed.

You should have expected this.

You wanted riches, gold and jewels and all the things children whispered about when they pretended to shoot each other with sticks and claim their prizes from their giggling friends. You wanted to be respected, and if you're being honest with yourself, you wanted to be feared, just a little bit. You wanted to have stories written about you by all the great writers, their works praising the glory of the great Pirate Queen who dared to grab hold of her destiny and sail the open seas, brave and daring men at her beck and call, ready to lay down their lives for their brothers in arms and for the treasures that awaited their victory! You were a romantic, and there was nothing more romantic than sailing for adventure, and if you were being honest with yourself, finding true love.

But you should have expected this, mop in hand, swabbing the deck for what felt like the thousandth time since you set out to write your story on the high seas. Pirating was a dull business, long periods of sailing from one port to another occasionally broken up with a skirmish, and that is if you were truly lucky. This was the reality of pirating. More often than not any ships your menaced simply surrendered, giving up their loot without so much as a pistol shot. And the loot! Hah! So much furniture, bolts of fabric, dishware, cooking utensils, anything you could imagine that was needed for a life. So much that was not gold and jewels and all the riches of the wealthy.

You have been crew of the Triumphant for a few months, and you may not have been pleased with the bounty the ships of the sea provided, the Captain and the rest of the crew were more than pleased to take what was offered, filling the ship's hold with their plunder before giving each their share and heading back in to land. The shares for most of the crew didn't last long once the ship docked, spoils quickly traded or sold, gold and jewels spent for a few pleasurable hours in between the legs of another. Some crewmen had a family on the islands the ship would frequent, some had families on every island. But they would be broke soon after returning home as well, leaving treasures and necessities for their wives and children before setting sail yet again.

The best part of it all, though, was that they never asked about your business. They took you for your word as to who you were and didn't question it further, even though they had seen you scratch underneath your breast bindings and squat at the latrine. As long as you did your duty on the ship and were ready to fight and die with them, they didn't care what was in your breeches. You ate your hard tack like any other man and put yourself behind a cannon when the Triumphant was readying to take another ship, and you didn't grumble too much when all you did from waking to sleep was move up and down the deck with a mop and a bucket.

It was all surprisingly mundane and human, you thought to yourself. Halfway across the world from where you were born, where polite society said your purpose was to spread your legs for a man and give him children, you watched as children tugged on the skirts of their mothers as your ship came into port, women who had came here to escape the harsh realities of their own lands, only to wind up in the same position they were fleeing, taking men that they didn't want to bed to ensure their survival. There really wasn't anything new under the sun.

You suppose you should be grateful, you thought while the ship was nearing the dock, and your mind wandered easily to how you came to live your adventure, as dull as it had been thus far. You left your village the day you were supposed to be married to a neighbor's son. He was a good boy, to be sure, but you weren't interested in bearing his children. At least, not at that moment, there was too much life to live and not enough freedom to live it. Early in the morning hours of your wedding day you donned some of your little brother's clothes, cut your hair short, stuck a hat on your head and made your way to the docks to join the Royal Navy. No one took a second look at you, and if they did, they didn't care that you were a young woman trying to disguise yourself as a young man. You had barely made it to Bermuda before your ship was set upon by the Triumphant and you were pressed into service on the new ship.

The men of the Triumphant looked as rough as any men you had ever seen. Unwashed, unshaved, and certainly smelling permanently of sweat and salt and grog, but they were pleasant enough once you actually came aboard, setting you to work and letting you know what was expected of you now that you were a swabby on their ship. Once the new crew had boarded and were instructed of their new duties, the Captain of the ship emerged from his quarters. He captured your attention immediately, as no man had before. Captain Wolffe looked as you thought a real pirate should, as you expected from the many stories passed around the women of your social circle, his thick black hair curling until it reached the top of his crimson doublet, which was tied closed with a purple sash, dual pistols and cutlass at his waist. Heavy mutton chops framed his cheeks, connecting to a mustache that was curled upwards at the ends. He stepped out into the assembled crowd of men and peered out with one uncovered eye from underneath his wide brimmed hat.  

And then he spoke, and lightning shot down your spine.

“Welcome to the Triumphant.”

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The Pig Led to Slaughter - Drabble for Griffin's Blog (Part One)

A/N: Hey guys so @griffintail does ask collabs with Lemon Anon on their blog. Their latest story (collab 6) didn't have enough angst so I decided to make some. This is the result. You should check out their collab for context since it is an AU of sorts. Don't want to? Here's the summary: Pirate Captain Dad! Technoblade with SBI+Fundy, Y/N Style. Hold on to your bootstraps, we're just getting started. >:) - Minty

TW: Suspicion, mention of murder, lying, mention of getting arrested, cursing. (Let me know if I need to tag anything else!)

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It was early in the morning, the sun just peeking over the town’s buildings, that a loud knock awoke the blonde light-sleeper. Startled, he’d nearly fallen out of his own bed, muttering a few curses to himself. Untangling himself from the sheets, he stumbled out of his room. Three more knocks sounded from the door. Briefly, he was relieved seeing Y/N curled up in her bed with Tommy, fast asleep. At the very least, they didn’t get woken up.

Another three knocks - what could possibly be so urgent at this hour?

“I’m coming, I’m coming…” He grumbled as he descended the stairs, moving across the house toward the front door. Pulling the robe a bit more over himself, he begrudgingly opened the door. Still gaining his bearings from being abruptly awoken, it took the older man a minute or two for his brain to process the royal blue uniforms.

Navy. Shit.

Well, if he wasn’t awake before, that fact certainly slapped the older man into reality. Two officers, swords at their hips, looked at him sternly, almost as if they were sizing up how much of a threat he was. “Good morning, officers. How may I help you?”

“Sorry to disturb you at this hour, Mr. Craft. There was a recent attack at sea…” The Naval Officer’s gaze slightly peers beside Phil into the house, almost as if looking for something. “Could we ask you a few questions?”

Despite how uncomfortable these two made him feel, Phil knew he couldn’t exactly turn them away. If he did, they’d just come back with more officers and take him to jail. No, he couldn’t risk it - he had Y/N to think about now. Technoblade trusted him with looking out for his daughter. It’s not as if he could simply pick up and move like he used to. Besides, they couldn’t have figured out any incriminating details about him… could they? He willed himself to calm as he opened up the door further. “Of course, come in gentlemen.”

The two soldiers scanned the room, moving through it, looking at every detail. Phil gained a little confidence as he slowly realized something - they don’t even know what they’re looking for. They're being too obvious about it, they wanted him to give them hints, reactions, anything. But sadly for them, he was smarter than that. A small smile appeared on his face as he moved to light a candle.

“I’m sorry for the state of things, I wasn’t exactly expecting company.”

“No worries sir.” An officer dismissed with a small smile as Phil turned around, candle holder in hand. Phil moved over toward the couch, placing the candle holder on the table for a bit of light in the dark room.

“We can talk over here - can I offer either of you anything to drink? Coffee, tea...?”

The other Naval Officer, who was previously looking at the mirror with a vase of flowers in front of it in the doorway, spoke: “We’re fine. It’ll only take a few moments of your time, at most.”

“Of course.” Phil agreed, settling on one end of the couch. “You said there was an attack?”

The more friendly officer agreed. “Yes, a few days ago last I heard. A band of pirates attacked a cargo ship carrying the Kingdom’s trade. The captain hasn’t been much of a threat before, but since it was the property of the crown the King wants him captured. His name was Technoblade, I believe?”

“Technoblade…” Phil murmured to himself, acting confused. “What a strange name indeed.”

“He’s known to frequent this town for supplies, a few sources say you’ve interacted?”

“Well, I’m quite the merchant myself, I’m not entirely surprised - Though I can’t confirm for sure.”

“How so, Mr. Craft?”

Phil nervously laughed. “I’m afraid to tell you, gentlemen, that I seem to have misplaced my logbook. I’m planning on seeing the bookmaker on that in a few day’s time, however. My apologies.”

“No need, perhaps you can recognize him from the picture?” The other piped up, unfolding a piece of parchment to reveal a drawn sketch of his son. It was pretty accurate. Scarily so. It captured the fire-like determination in his son’s eyes that never extinguished. The scars were all in the correct places, even one close to his eye that Phil recalled he fretted over when Techno had arrived home at last, claiming that the blow could’ve blinded him.

Phil tensed slightly, and the more aggressive naval officer’s eyes flicked up to his. They bore into him. “Is there something wrong, Mr. Craft?”

Keep calm. Don’t give anything away. They need you.

Wilbur needs you. Fundy needs you. Tommy needs you. Y/N needs you.

Technoblade needs you.

“Pardon me, officers - just… lifelike, that’s all.” Phil put on his best smile. “Nearly gave me a fright.” He laughed a bit, and the officer holding the poster gave him a warm smile.

“No worries, sir. Just take a good look for a second - do you recognize this man?”

‘WANTED’ was sprawled across the top. ‘Armed and Dangerous’ is written at the bottom. Oh, and there was the reward for catching him. Phil saw so many zeroes he didn’t know whether to be proud or disgusted. After all, Phil couldn’t count the number of times, in the beginning, he’d told Techno how dangerous this business was, the number of pirates who got caught and put in prison or were victims of the gallows. He told him it was risky, he told him he could die.

But, he guessed, Technoblade always lived life to the fullest, a bit more on edge than others ever dreamed they would. It was a part of him Phil could never change. It was a part of him Phil loved. So, even though he wanted him to be safe, who was he to take that adventure-seeking spark in his eyes away? He was happy, after all. But now, reality began to seep in. Reality of Y/N growing up without a father, without her father. Before, Technoblade had nothing to lose.

Now? Now, he had everything to lose.

As the two officers looked to him for an answer, Phil swallowed the knot in his throat. He knew lying to a government official was a traitorous offense. He knew what would happen if they caught wind of the truth. But he and his sons… they were apples from the same tree, he supposed. Risk-takers. Liars.

For Phil… family always came first.

“No… No, I can’t say I’ve seen him.” Phil shook his head slightly. “Though I thank you both for the warning, I’ll definitely be on the lookout for him.”

A yawn sounded from behind him as someone descended the stairs. “Phil…?” Phil’s head snapped over to Tommy, who looked weary at the scene in front of him. The father could feel the officer’s gazes on him from just sitting there. He’d hoped that he could get the officers to leave before Tommy or Y/N woke up. At this point he hoped Tommy could stay as calm as he was, or he could risk undoing all the protection Phil had done to keep them from suspicion. “Phil, what’s…?”

“Oh, Tommy. I didn’t mean to wake you up this early.” Phil stood, noticing Tommy’s stiffened stance at the Navy, moving forward to gently place his hands on his youngest’s shoulders. He turned to the other two with a smile. “My son.” Phil could feel Tommy shaking with anger and fear. He squeezed the teen’s shoulders to help bring him back to reality before he boiled over. “I’m so sorry to put you in such a state when we have guests, I didn’t think it would take this long.” Tommy’s eyes flicked up to his, a silent message. Is this about Techno? Phil gave a slight nod. “Hm, yes I know you must be hungry… go on upstairs and get changed, I’ll try to make you some breakfast in a minute, I promise.”

Tommy’s shoulders relaxed as he awkwardly looked at the officers, standing down. “Uh… right. Right. I’m sorry… I…” He turned without another word, quickly climbing the stairs.

“Your boy okay?” The naval officer asked, eyeing the staircase.

Phil nervously laughed. “You’ll have to excuse him, he gets nervous around strangers.” He explained. “I really should be getting to making breakfast, is there anything else I can help you both with?”

The other piped up, reassuring. “I don’t believe so, Mr. Craft. We’re deeply sorry to have inconvenienced you.”

“No, please…” Phil answered. “This was quite informative.”

“Keep the poster as a reference and notify us if you see him in the area… don’t approach, he’s known to be unstable, sir - talking to himself.”

“I see.” Phil nodded as he led the two to the door. The voices were acting up again… something must’ve happened. “Thank you so much for letting me know.”

They both tipped their hats in respect. “Sir.”

“Sir.” The one behind him repeated. “Have a good day, Mr. Craft. We’ll keep in touch.”

Gods, Phil hoped they wouldn’t.

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