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spicyllewyn · 7 months

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Kinktober 5. - Pregnant / lactation.

Will Dempsey x F!Reader.

Tags & warnings. Pregnancy + lactation. (+18)

As you all know I hate Will for no real reason, this is my peace offering to a fictional character, lol.

Word count. 2K

Summary. You love babying him.

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Pregnancy was becoming unbearable at times; you felt heavy, your feet ached even after just a few steps around the house, and sleeping at night was turning into a daily battle. Fortunately, there was no doubt in your mind that you had chosen the right life partner.

The only thing keeping you sane right now was Will and how he went out of his way to make you happy and make this whole thing more bearable.

You always joked with him, saying that anyway, all of this was his fault, so the least he could do for you was to fulfill your cravings and massage your shoulders until you fell asleep.

Oh, and that pillow with a hole in the center that allowed you to lie face down.

"I miss my pillow," you murmured in a low tone as you remembered it. You closed the door behind you slowly.

Will's room was just as he had left it several years ago when he left home for college, where he met you. Nonetheless, you wandered around with curiosity, looking at his movie posters that perhaps only he had seen, and the occasional Lego figure that you doubted he would let his future child touch someday.

"I told you we could come up with some excuse."

"Every time you suggest we make up an excuse, it has to do with pretending that one of us died," you rolled your eyes. "Your parents are not believing it for more than two times in a row." When you had 4 walls around you for privacy, your hands went to the hem of your shirt, getting rid of it, clearly tired of wearing any type of clothing.

Will watched you from the bed, as if you were giving him a personal show. His eyes roaming over your bare skin, always lingering a few extra seconds on your breasts before looking up again and pretending that the lack of sex wasn't killing him.

You were both too introverted to simply ask at gynecologist appointments, “Hey, is it wise to have uncontrolled sex against some furniture at this point in pregnancy?” so you just assumed the answer was no.

“Did you do something to your hair?”

You frowned at his question.

"What?"

“I'm serious, I notice something different about you.”

One of his pillows landed right in his face, making him laugh. You already knew that joke too well.

“Yes, idiot, I'm pregnant.” The mattress squeaked as you lay down, only wearing your loose pants and the sports bra that had become your best friend a few days ago because it turns out that your normal bras decided they didn't want to close anymore eventually.

That was the only piece of fabric that kept your tits in place, tight and comfortable. It was also a headache for Will.

The changes that pregnancy had made in your body never ceased to amaze him even though he had analyzed each one for hours as the months passed. There was the obvious, that completely new sparkle in your eyes, your cheeks flushed 24/7 and your skin seemed to be glowing more than ever.

But on the other hand there were the things that made him fantasize about the nights he stayed on the couch fucking his own hand to try to control the impulses that attacked him more times than he would like lately. Your hips became wider, your thighs were softer but oh, his favorite part was definitely your breasts.

Round, full, hard, delicious.

You were complaining about pain recently and he didn't know if that was a sign that he should help you in some way or just not touch you and wait patiently for the pain to go away in a few weeks when the baby was born.

“Did you know…” He murmured, taking his eyes off his phone for a few seconds to look at you. You did the same.

Lying together to chat or just watch stupid videos on your phones had become routine when the pain in your back kept you from sleeping or when you took too many naps throughout the day and all your energy was reserved for the night.

Yes, Will stayed up with you each and every one of those times.

"Did I know what?"

“Did you know that there are freaks who like milk?”

You frowned.

“I like milk, what's so strange about it?”

He rolled his eyes with a small smile.

“Breast milk, I mean.”

“Oh…” Needless to say, you already knew that the father of your future baby was… peculiar. He had perfectly mastered the act of bringing up the strangest topics of conversation lately. You shrugged. “It doesn't seem that strange to me.”

"No?" If your gaze hadn't returned to your phone you would have noticed the mischievous glint on his eyes.

You had taken the bait.

“No, I mean.” There you went, to reason with the madman, always engrossed in his midnight talks. “You used to suck on my boobs all the time, do you mean you wouldn't do it anymore if there was milk involved? Not to mention that you are addicted to eating me out, it wouldn't be the first time you drink some liquid from my body.”

“Mhm.” He pretended to consider your response before nodding slowly, agreeing with you. The truth is that Will had considered the possibility since he had noticed the circular stains that suddenly began to appear on your shirts. “You have a point.”

"See?" You felt triumphant to think that you had changed his way of thinking. Your gaze returned to your phone and you took the topic for granted.

“Though I don't understand how anyone could be sexually attracted to that.”

You looked up again.

“Are you kidding?”

“Of course not, don't you think it's strange?”

You rolled your eyes, finally lowering your phone and placing it on the cabinet next to you so you could face him.

"Do you want to try?"

"What?" He played dumb and you fell into his trap again.

"Do you want to try? I will show you that there is nothing strange about it.”

He again pretended to consider your proposal and with his lower lip trapped between his teeth he nodded slowly.

"Good." He also put his phone aside, sitting up in bed as if considering which position was best to settle into. His pupils dilated when he saw you take off your top.

He had been trying for a long time not to stare at your completely naked breasts or else we wasn't going to be able to control himself anymore. Your nipples were always hard, occasionally with a drop or two of milk running through them, so sensitive and delicious.

You looked at him, clearing your throat to get his attention.

"Take off your shirt." Your voice sounded like an order.

He obediently did so. His tanned skin making your mouth water and making your cheeks blush even more than usual. You were a hormonal mess a long time ago.

“How should I…?”

“Just lay your head here.” You pointed to the hill where your pregnant belly began, just below your breasts.

“But, I don't want to hurt-”

“You're not going to hurt me, Will.” Your voice came out in frustration as you gave two small taps to the area you had pointed out before. He hesitated a little before taking his place there, the weight of his head and part of his body was not uncomfortable, on the contrary, his body heat felt stupidly good.

Skin to skin contact was something you wouldn't trade for a million dollars.

“You look so pretty like this.” You whispered in a low, loving voice. A dopey smile on your face when you had the chance to see him from a completely new angle.

His huge eyes were fixed on you, he had to look up so he could fix his gaze on you while you looked down. Your fingers gently ran through his hair, a while ago you had noticed that his curls became more noticeable when his hair was a little longer than usual.

“Go on.” You cooed while he licked his lips.

You didn't have to ask twice, Will settled into his spot and took part of your breast into his mouth, pressing his tongue against your hard, sensitive nipple.

A shiver ran down your spine, resulting in a wave of pleasure directly between your legs. A delicious heat pooling on your lower abdomen.

He for his part moaned against your skin. You tasted so sweet.

“T-That's it.” You encouraged him with blushing cheeks. “Just like that, baby.”

It didn't take him long to pick up the pace he wanted, you could hear him gulp and suck, over and over again while your trembling hands ran through his hair slowly, comforting him.

You knew how much he was enjoying it when you saw him close his eyes. A couple of drops running down the edge of his lips.

“You taste so fucking good.” It was the only thing he stammered before going back to his job. He rested the weight of his body on you a little more and you didn't complain, you missed having him on you so much, caging you against any surface that he found and his body.

He raised a hand, his fingers squeezing your breast as if he wanted to squeeze out every last drop. His cock twitched under his baggy pants and you at the same time squeezed your legs together, your slick already making your underwear wet and sticky.

“Do you like it, baby?” Your voice was breathy.

It was incredible how your bodies began to react as if you were a pair of desperate teenagers, seeking relief in any friction you might have with each other.

“Help me with t-the other one, yeah? Please?" You begged when you could finally feel some kind of relief on your tit, it was no longer hard and swollen. All this time you had only needed this? If you had known before.

He looked up with dilated pupils, licking his lips with heavy breathing.

"Please." You whispered once more, your fingers giving his hair a light tug that snapped him out of the spell you seemed to have placed on him with just a few gulps of warm milk.

You gave him a push with your hand and he obeyed, tracing exactly four circles around your right nipple before leaning down again and taking it into his mouth. Now that he was almost face down to reach the other side his hips began a slow rocking motion against the bed.

You, meanwhile, squeezed your legs together, your soft thighs giving you a bit of relief that made you whimper.

“Such a good boy.” You closed your eyes, your chest rising and falling rapidly, finding it impossible to calm the rhythm of your breathing. Eventually you understood that it wasn't just the sensitivity of your body, it was the situation.

Your sweet voice praising him, listening to the way he swallowed and the way he whimpered desperately just from the pleasure that sucking on your tit gave him.

You were no longer hiding the clumsy movements of your hips, nor was he the way he pretended to be fucking the mattress. His sensitive cock throbing every time he rubbed against his favorite blanket.

The friction was giving delicious warmth to his needy erection and your milk was doing the same to his entire body. Warm and delicious running through his throat.

Your thrusts were making the mattress creak under your bodies although you didn't last more than a couple of seconds longer. Abstinence was your best excuse to explain why something like this had led you to have one of the most delicious orgasms of your entire relationship.

It was definitely not what you had done per se, right?

When he pushed himself up so he could kiss you you could taste the milk and his saliva combined. You understood well why the taste had driven him crazy.

“See?” You whispered against his lips. “Not weird at all.”

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pupyr0arz · 14 days

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thinking about obsessive Gaz still…him being a bit of a weird bff. Male reader.

It’s not a shrine. Shrines are childish, weird things built by freaks who obsess over people, complete creeps who probably have bones in their closets and lick printouts. It’s….a refuse drawer, that happens to have acquired a theme. Not even a collection, that would imply Kyle was being deliberate, which he isn’t. He’s only keeping your things so he can return them, but he can’t exactly show up at your house with just a toothbrush now, can he? It’s only polite, and he’s sure when he finally has enough knicknacks you’ll smile and pat Kyle on the cheek like you always do when you’re pleased and somehow manage to get away with it without being condescending. Maybe even knock your heads together, like you do when you’re sleepy and staying over for a movie, giving him long molasses moments with his nose to yours. He isn’t some weirdo following some girl around and stealing her panties. Kyle hasn’t touched a pair of your boxers, though he hasn’t been able to get you to stay more than one night. He thumbs over Ghost’s contact in his phone and thinks about crime statistics a normal amount.

He doesn’t have a drawer for Johnny or his other guy friends because they’re assholes, that’s all. You’re just his nice friend, the one who smiles and genuinely talks about your life and encourages him to be soft and sweet and buttery instead of raucous and harsh. Kyle wants to smooth his rough edges in your presence, wants to charm you and see things how you do, he wants his ladykiller smile to soften to something genuine. That involves picking up the things you leave behind with a pure kind and full intentions to return them, not in some creepy, awful manner that would make you call him gross and shut the door in his face.

Kyle is a considerate friend to you, dutiful and generous. When you’re hurrying out of the door, one foot in a hangover, he passes you the closest jacket. It’s his, by sheer coincidence, his rack is solely his own clothes, and yours had gone missing from atop the couch mysteriously during the night. Kyle doesn’t mention folding it and tucking it away, it’s his right to have a clean home and he’s a good host tidying up after his guest. He pretends to find it a half hour after you’ve left, ensuring the temptation to use it as an excuse to catch up to you or drop by and steal an extra conversation. Sometimes he struggles with long term rewards over the short term, and you’re no help. It’s the lottery ticket in your pocket, he’s discussing to himself, what else could he be speaking about? He considers laundry for half a second, holding the jacket tightly in his hands. It smells like you more than the deodorant does, deeper, and Kyle decides he shouldn’t make assumptions about your clothes. What if it’s dry clean only, or he uses the wrong temperature setting and ruins it? It’d be rude to assume your nondescript hoodie isn’t anything special to you. He picks up the glasses both of you had used and if he forgets to wash yours before he takes a sip, he’s a bachelor living alone and can blame it on habit.

Kyle likes inviting you over more than he likes going over to yours. Your apartment isn’t far, and it isn’t ugly or overly cramped, and you are never anything but an angel to him there, but Kyle needs sleep and he finds himself face down on your couch, staring into the black all night. Or wandering home, restless and chewing his fingers bloody for hours afterwards. He’s so antsy in a room filled with nothing but you and your things. He catches his fingers in a door once out of impulse, trying desperately to shove away the urge to pick up a little statuette from some sudden uncontrollable kleptomaniac urge, and you notice and fuss and soothe and suddenly he has the desperate urge to smash something and take it to his skin and he wonders if you would stitch it together and kiss it afterwards. Kyle keeps the bandage. He sits on the couch and stares through the tv and thinks about it and he can’t bring himself to look at you because if he does, that unnamed, unknowable buzzing under his skin promises something and he’s too scared of himself to find out.

In his apartment it’s better. Kyle can cling to himself, a better man, a good man, when it’s soft and more controlled. You’re comfortable among his things and he doesn’t feel the drive to take the place around him apart. It feels like someone has taken a hot knife to him when you leave, which is fine. He counts the days before it’s too needy and strange to ask again. When he gives you back the hoodie, it smells like the two of you and he fibs about finding it under the couch while cleaning. Kyle digs his nails into his arm under the coffee table when you ask about his day and he wonders wildly if you knew about it. He wants to show you the marks on his arm, prick tears into his eyes and have you soothe him, but Kyle knows better than that. He doesn’t have a response to your inevitable questions. It’s not weird for him to want to seek the affection either. He’s like everybody else in this, starved for attention and cradling the source of it. He’s just smart enough to not grip too tightly and bruise you.

#.bark #gaz #gaz x reader #cod x reader #male reader #cod x male reader #kyle gaz x reader #kyle gaz garrick #cod #kyle gaz x you #gaz x you #writing #snippet #This is poorly paced and nonsensical? Well it’s just me exploring a characterization so there #<- said in a ‘avoiding writing a plot voice’

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fanficonly · 1 year

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Wenclair- "I get paid in favours" -Part 2?

As requested a part 2 to the one-shot. I can't believe how many people enjoyed this lil fic and as a little thank you I thought a part 2 was definitely necessary, might continue on with a few more scenarios they find themselves in but I don't know yet

@paroovian @thatonefurry @paintato @allow-me-to-ruin-that-for-you thought I should tag y'all so you don't miss it... Thanks for your interest

P.S keep in mind the general consensus is that the sequel is never as good as the original

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Enid paced back and forth in her dorm room at a rapid speed, fiddling with her hands and occasionally biting at her nails nervously. It was 6:45pm and she had spent the entire day anxiously awaiting 8'O'clock. After agreeing to see Wednesday for her needs, she had used the rest of her time to carelessly consider other options, some of which included running off into the abyss that is Nevermore woods never to return. Others that allowed her to see Wednesday without forcing herself to surpress her urges.

As the full moon approached Enid could feel the wolf inside her, screaming and clawing its way to the surface. And with less than 24 hours to go she grew more impatient and frustrated by the second.

She had been told about a werewolf's uncontrollable nature when going into heat and considering Enid had never had a sexual experience before she knew the feeling would not go away unless she had help. "Medical help" She mumbled to herself over and over and over again. All she needed was suppressants to get her through the full moon so she could continue on in her daily life.

But as the light tick... tick... tick of her wall clock invading her ears, it only seemed to grow louder and louder with each shudder of the hands.

Tick... Tick!... TICK. The noise was incredibly irritating and with Enid's emotions all over the place she couldn't seem to tune anything out.

Complete sensory overload.

She unwillingly found herself bounding towards the noisy device,claws where her hands used to be, and slashing at it aggressively. As she watched the clock fall and break into pieces she growled loudly and began to breath heavy.

This feeling was too intense. Everything in her body began to burn. Images of Wednesday flooding her vision, while she panted in and out, clenching and unclenching her fists restlessly.

The whisper of Wednesday's words ...."Let's see if your bark is worse than your bite" tempted the Werewolf like the last pull of a smokers cigarette before they decided to quit. "Urghhhhh" she groaned to herself and as she closed her eyes slowly a picture of Wednesday lay where darkness should have been. When she opened her eyes her vision was glazed, her panic had not subsided and eventually she completely blacked out...

...

Enids vision was unfocused and blurry but she noticed she was no longer in her dorm. In fact she was stood outside a different door, arm raised and poised, ready to knock. When she blinked hard to remove the inhibiting fog she finally became aware of her surroundings.

Here she was, standing right outside Wednesday's door, unable to recall how she had got there. She tracked her eyes towards her hand which was in the middle of de-tranforming.

"Oh God" she whispered to herself. Had she really let her wolf control her like that? Enid hadn't even remembered how she made it to this door, but evidently her impulses were in full control at the time.

Clearly, she wanted to be here but this was absolutely terrifying for Enid. Even now she still felt a deep desire to do some incredibly explicit things to the next person she saw, which was a new and undisciplined feeling to her.

But before the wolf could scold herself for being so crass the door flew open, startling Enid out of her dazed state.

And there she stood, Wednesday Addams in all her glory, standing stoic and proper at the door looking at the blonde with a twinge of confusion in her eyes.

Enid noticed immediately the small surgical knife, dripping with goo, in Wednesday's gloved hand and she couldn't help but imagine all the morbid things she had been doing before Enid had arrived.

"I'm-" she started to explain

"Early." Wednesday finished for her. "You're early" she quirked an eyebrow up.

"No I don't even know how I -" she attempted to explain it all away but her curiosity got the better of her and she cut herself off to ask "is that a knife in your hand, what were you doing?" She furrowed her brow in confusion unable to tear her eyes away from the blade in Wednesday's hand. She knew it wasn't for her but it still seemed oddly threatening in her possession.

"It is acceptable. Early means eager and I tend to spar well with an unpredictable opponent" she commended Enid, lightly excited for what was to come, however you wouldn't be able to tell by the look on her face.

"Opponent?" Enid zoned in on that word, imagining herself in a duel with Wednesday to the death.

"My apologies." Wednesday spoke "I meant customers" she stepped back opening the door wider and gesturing for Enid to enter.

"Thanks" Enid mumbled growing more anxious by the second. She walked in stroking at her upper arm as if to hug herself for protection. The feeling settled when she heard Wednesday's voice and immediately turned to embarrassment.

"An hour is a little too eager maybe?" Wednesday's eyes followed Enid's as she walked past her, as if drilling into her head to excavate all her deepest darkest thoughts.

"No no I didn't- I don't even know how I ended up here!" The werewolf stammered out flustered by how desperate she may have looked. She turned to the darker haired girl and held her hands up in defense.

"Fascinating." Wednesday admired the blonde before removing her latex gloves and placing them in her trash can. Enid just scanned the room with curious eyes, clasping her hands together for comfort.

"What were you doing?" Enid continued to search the room and was mortified to see what she could only describe as the graphic murder of a frog, as her eyes landed on Wednesday's desk... Or more accurately her Autopsy Table.

"It's for science" she explained "Also I do so enjoy a fresh corpse for an all revealing autopsy" Wednesday spoke plainly with a twinge of sinister pleasure escaping her tone.

"You're like totally sadistic Wednesday" the blonde squeezed her eyes shut in an attempt to erase the image from her mind before turning away from the crime scene and back to Wednesday's ever-staring eyes.

"Can't argue with that" Wednesday shrugged, not at all fazed by her reaction.

"Umm so ..." Enid rocked back and forth on her heels nervously, waiting for Wednesday to take charge of the exchange.

"Give me a moment to cleanse myself" she said and of course Enid didn't argue. She moved across to the table and removed the items from out in the open, without waiting for an answer.

"Okay" was all Enid said as Wednesday then removed herself from the room, heading for the bathroom. She just breathed deeply to calm the inferno that was currently coursing through her body.

After calming herself, Enid took the opportunity to walk quietly around Wednesdays room, picking up trinkets to examine them and running her hands along the walls that were covered in a collage of strange images. Her body still felt unsettled as she forced her impulses down into a deep dark hole somewhere in her mind but the exploration on Wednesday's room was a nice little distraction for her.

She was startled by a voice very VERY close behind her say "You are a rather invasive Little wolf aren't you?" Enid jumped and let out a small squeak. Wednesdays chin was practically perched on her shoulder with how close she had gotten without Enid being able to realise. 'So much for super human wolf senses' she thought to herself before turning around to meet Wednesday's accusing gaze.

"Sorry I was just ..." Enid smiled innocently moving backwards inadvertently hitting a wall "Curious" she spoke after a thud could be heard from her heels hitting the wood.

"So was I at one point in my life" Wednesday smirked "But then I reached the conclusion that I know exactly what and who I desired" Enid was a bit frazzled by this point. Was that.... Did she just? ... Wednesday Addams seemed to enjoy speaking in riddles or at least sentences that could be left up to different interpretations and honestly Enid wasn't sure she could decipher these with how clouded her state of mind currently was.

"A-and what's that?" Enid asked feeling a little bit like a cornered Animal, with a hunters gun pointed directly at her.

"See" Wednesday observed "So curious' she scanned Enid's face, ignoring the question. Wednesday noticed the wolf's nervousness and as she was not able to determine whether it was uncomfortable for her or not she stepped back to give her some space to breathe. She was of course hoping to tease Enid but that did not mean she had to be so predatory about it.

Enid sighed. Even she couldn't tell if she feared Wednesday or was attracted to her but after that interaction she just cleared her throat and spoke trying to avoid looking too interested. But Enid could not deny the warmth she felt at the closeness and the twinge of annoyance she felt after it had left.

"Do you have what I need?" She asked timidly. She scaled her eyes across Wednesday's body, her mind betraying her with thoughts of what she would look like writhing underneath her.

"Depends on what you came for?" Wednesday smirked again, as if reading her mind and rather proud of the reaction she had received from Enid. The blonde bit her lip to stop herself from giving in and continued to fight the urge to play into Wednesday's little game.

"The suppressants" she nodded, mostly trying to convince herself to agree that that is what she needed. They stared at each other for a moment, Wednesday giving Enid the chance to re-evaluate all of her options before she finally broke eye contact turning away from her.

"So incredibly dull" Wednesday sighed, shaking her head in disappointment. She had been rather charmed by Enid and was fascinated with werewolves in general so for this opportunity to pass by was a troubling concept for her.

"Hey I told you not to say that" Enid spat out still offended at Wednesday's obvious insult.

"I can say whatever I want" Wednesday folded her arms in protest. She wasn't one to keep her opinions to herself and she sure as hell would not let anyone dictate her free speech... No matter how cute they were.

"No you can't" Enid corrected her, somewhat delighted that the conversation had turned sour. Atleast this way the attraction may subside and she could actually focus on not getting to close and personal to the infamous Wednesday Addams. A journey like that is known to be insanely dangerous and Enid was 100% certain she would not survive.

"Care to waver?" Wednesday challenged. Enid took a moment to process what Wednesday had said. The vocabulary she used was so proper and every word had a somewhat disarming aroma around it. It intrigued Enid.

"Could've just said Bet but I'll bite" Enid rolled her eyes and smiled, feeling unnaturally comfortable in a conversation with Wednesday Addams all of a sudden.

"You promise?" Wednesday spoke quietly but the smug look on her face revealed to Enid that she had heard correctly and she let out a breathy chuckle in response.

"what?" She asked anyway anticipating that Wednesday would repeat herself. Did she realise the effect she was having on Enid or was this all just a game for her amusement. Was this even real? Was Enid actually still dreaming right now? What was happening?

"Nothing" she hummed, momentarily allowing herself to be comfortable.

"Bet!" Enid panicked and slashed her hand imitating one of her favourite memes joyfully, attempting to make light of the suggestive conversation. It was extraordinary what her brain told her to do in these kinds of situations, never fails to surprise even Enid herself.

"Why on earth would you do that?" Wednesday asked, leaning back lightly to avoid being karate chopped by the curious girl.

Enid was on the verge of becoming feral and lecturing the other girl on all things social media.. She debated with herself... It could either be a brilliant distraction or a mind numbing task that would surely push her over the edge so she stayed put for now settling on...

"Its a meme like wanna bet but just bet with like the button and- it's funny Wednesday" Enid raised her voice a bit at the blatant disdain the Addams girl had for anything remotely interesting to a normal teenager.

"Debatable" she said "Frivolous nonsense really" she criticized naturally.

"To you maybe" Enid blurted out defensively.

"It should be to most but we spend an alarming amount of time as a society attached to our phone screens like zombies, scrolling through brainless posts and memes as you say" Wednesday spat mocking the word.

Enid just sighed again. There she was. The cold and distant Wednesday she knew and ... Well she knew... Well kind of knew ... Whatever you get the point. But atleast this would deter Enid from jumping her bones.

"Whatever Wednesday. Can I have the pills or not?" Enid decided to just get on with the transaction. No games. No suggestive undertones. No problems.

"You said 8 O'clock" Wednesday raised her eyebrows.

"I know but surely you have-" Enid suddenly panicked and distressed at the idea of having to wait an entire hour before this feeling went away.

"No I do recall the time being 8 O'Clock" Wednesday rubbed her chin and pursed her lips as if to mimick a philosophers thinking face.

The shameless teasing was starting to get Enid worked up and her eyes glowed as she huffed.

"I need them now!" she growled out her fangs appearing effortlessly as she became unable to control the wolf inside her.

"It is not my fault that you're too punctual" Wednesday remarked, barely flinching at the outburst.

"I'm cutting it a bit close as it is Wednesday!" She began pacing back and forth in a worrisome way. "My whole body feels like it's on fire" Enid admitted, gritting her fangs, while clenching and unclenching her fists in an attempt to settle her wolf.

"Well then some even more unfortunate news for you then" Wednesday started and Enid's face weakened at her dull demeanor "My guy is running late so it's more like a 2 hour wait" she clasped her hands together professionally.

"Typical" the blonde grumbled out, her skin becoming itchy and her face faltering with every breath she took.

"Or opportunistic" Wednesday thought aloud, unclear whether this was deliberate or not Enid looked at her with doubt.

"Do I even wanna know?" She asked but before the Seer could answer Enid had doubled over in pain only looking up to bare her fangs towards Wednesday.

"Enid your fangs are captivating" Wednesday stepped forward daringly raising her hand up to Enid's face. She seemed captivated, smitten absolutely entranced by the sight in front of her.

"Again thanks but umm Wednesday I feel all jittery and nervous and helple-" her words wavered as Wednesday ignored her and grasped Enid's chin with her hand, lifting her chin ever so slightly to examine her features.

"I have that effect on people" she stated, while Enid groaned. Wednesday was well aware that her so-called off putting presence was actually rather appealing to plenty of students at Nevermore. She blamed goth culture for this and put it down to mindless mass adoration.

"It's not you it's the full moon" she let out a breathy laugh, watching Wednesday's eyes scan across her face before meeting her own. Although she had acknowledged that realistically she could be having these thoughts about anyone and the fact that it was Wednesday Addams meant this wasn't exactly true.

"Listen if you would prefer to lie to yourself to make you feel better then that's absolutely fine... But I'm almost 100% certain you're also nervous because of me" Wednesday's lips twitched with the threat of a smile as she looked down at Enid.

"Bit full of yourself aren't you" she attempted to snark at her but her words became drowned in a low growl when she felt another sharp pain in her side.

"Not entirely" Wednesday told her honestly "But..." She moved her hand to stroke up the werewolf's cheek and held it in place. Enid's sharp breath slowed as she steadied her breathing and raised her head to look at the pale girl in front of her.

Wednesday guided Enid upwards and she straightened her body, following Wednesday's eyes and letting the girl guide her into a now standing position. Enid's mouth opened as if she was going to speak yet no words came out. She remained speechless at how rapidly the pain had subsided with nothing but a light touch to her cheek from the captivating woman in front of her.

"Feeling better?" Wednesday asked, although it was obvious she knew the answer.

"What was that? What did you do?" Enid asked, taking into consideration that Wednesday was basically a Witch so who's to say that wasn't just something of a spell.

"Nothing" she spoke, uninterested, removing her pale hand from her warm cheek. It was clear to Wednesday that Enid was in denial so she would be patient and let the blonde come to her own conclusions.

"That wasn't nothing Wednesday the pain just completely disappeared!" Enid was shocked at the own volume of her voice but she couldn't help it, she was absolutely baffled.

"Again I did nothing, no spells, no remedies just good old fashioned healing properties of contact to an animal experiencing touch withdrawal" she explained but Enid still stared at her accusingly "In fact it won't last long you should be experiencing the same discomfort in about 3-2-1 ..."

And of course on cue she kneeled over in agony "Ahhhh" she screamed, followed by a harsh and loud growl as her claws shot out aggressively. "Wednesday what are you doing to me?!" She strained out, pleading up at the Addams Girl.

"Enid... It perplexes me how little you know of your own species" Wednesday scolded her instinctively.

"No I know werewolves have a chance of going into heat before a full moon but Its not suppose to hurt-urhhh- this much is it?" Enid questioned her, while still clutching at her sides.

"Only when denying yourself the touch of someone who is as alluring as I am I'm sure" Wednesday smirked again and Enid bit her tongue to avoid outing herself further.

"You didn't get told about this and you didn't have any surpressants? Do you even have anyone who teaches you these things honestly it's-" Wednesday was about to lecture Enid on her own species, she had had a fascination with werewolves and thier behaviour ever since she was a little terror.

"Fuuuuck ow! Touch me again" Enid groaned out cutting Wednesday off and inching forward. She couldn't help it the pain was unbearable and it wasn't like she wasn't attracted to the Addams girl. In fact the truth was she knew exactly why her wolf had guided her to Wednesday and it sure as hell wasn't for pills.

The words came out much more sexual than she had intended and this was clear when the raven haired girl's eyes went wide before a smirk grew on her face once again.

"Excuse me?" She tilted her head, still unfazed by Enid's pain, although it did disparage her to admit she wasn't enjoying it like she usually would. Torture was a topic Wednesday was an expert in. But when she was not inflicting it herself and the innocent girl in front of her was not only beautiful but didn't deserve it, it was less appealing to her sadistic side. Enid also fell under the rare list of people Wednesday didn't intend to bring any harm to at Nevermore, so she couldn't even enjoy this.

"Touch me!" She growled out harshly, baring her fangs and lunging towards Wednesday with ferocity.

Wednesday moved swiftly to the side, allowing Enid's claws to narrowly miss her face as she reached the side of her. But in one brave move Wednesday caught the werewolf around the waist, spinning them both around and moving her back into her arms.

Enid gasped at the movement, mouth slightly open in shock, her arms still lightly swinging at her sides as her whole body untensed at Wednesday's touch.

"Gladly." Wednesday whispered holding Enid in place.

Enid took sharp, shallow breaths panting as she looked into Wednesday captivating eyes. She only looked away when she felt Wednesday cold fingertips grazing lightly up her forearm. Her thoughts turned primitively crazy but her body completely settled as her eyes followed Wednesday's hand.

"This is such a bad idea" she visibly gulped, but there wasn't a single urge in her mind, body or soul that wanted to remove herself from Wednesday secure grip.

"Exhilarating though isn't it?" Wednesday pulled Enid closer with a light tug and in response she moved her arms up to wrap them soundly around The other girls neck. "Now watch this" she whispered softly against Enid's lips before closing the gap between them with no resistance from the werewolf.

Their lips collided in a passion filled frenzy, Enid's hands travelling around Wednesdays body gripping at her clothes, feral with the other girl's touch and letting her impulses take over.

Wednesday smiled into the kiss, infatuated with the idea of Enid desiring her to the point of self destruction, only pulling back to ask "Are you sure?" Out of respect for the werewolf.

The absence of Wednesday's lips caused Enid to blink out of her amorous state and pant breathlessly. Wednesday stared at her awaiting confirmation of consent.

"Yes I'm sure" she nodded frantically absolutely infatuated with how incredible it felt to finally kiss Wednesday.

"Because I was just teasing-" Wednesday tried to give further information and the opportunity to change her mind.

"Wednesday" Her own name sounded melodious to her ears,coming from Enid's mouth.

"Yes little wolf" she allowed a small reassuring smile to grace her lips.

"Touch me" she connected their lips again, finally allowing herself to fully submit to her animalistic urges with none other than Wednesday Addams. WEDNESDAY FREAKING ADDAMS.

Hope y'all enjoyed 😋 This turned out way longer than expected but I had fun writing it so...

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Kin Slayer [ part two ]

PICKS UP INSTANTLY FROM WHERE [ part one ] LEFT OFF [ alternate ending two: Sweetest Devotion ] [ series masterlist ]

pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!wife!reader

fandom: House of the Dragon

word count: 5.4k+

note: two parts cause total word count was 12k+. also, this is the final, people!!

warnings: loose book spoilers - proceed at your own risk. cursing, spoilers, angst angst angst. ❗️SPOILERS

The Dance of Dragons was a bloody war that left families and towns splintered; burnt into nothing for wind to sweep away the ashes. Corlys had been named Hand of the Queen, and together, devised a plan to protect her remaining children. You were on bedrest at Dragonstone, so, you were accounted for. Joffrey was to be sent to the Vale with his dragon and a few eggs, as well as your step-sister, Rhaena, who visited you the most following Rhaenys' death.

Poor lass needed comforting, and you were happy to provide.

Your half-siblings, Viserys and Aegon (the Younger), were sent on a ship to Pentos - something you grew jealous of. Being on bedrest left no room for any other thought beside how you should have accepted, risked everything, and ran away with Aemond across the Narrow Sea.

This left Jace to step-up in your place, and after your advice, sent word for any Dragonseeds to attempt to master riderless dragons. Dragonseeds were Targaryen bastards and though very few ever got the right to ride a dragon, your brother offered an opportunity that only four could complete.

The ancient dragon Vermithor was claimed, as well as your father's dragon, Seasmoke, Silverwing, and the temperamental Sheepstealer.

However, at the same time, according to scouts, the Gullet of King's Landing had been overrun - and word reached you of your baby half-brother's demise. One captured, the other left to cling to his injured dragon and swim for Dragonstone's shore.

However, as your mother told you the news, there was a commotion from the courtyard that even Rhaenyra could not stop you from leaping to your feet to stare out the window.

"JACE!" You worried, hand to your cramping belly. "DON'T!"

But he was gone - away on Vermax, going to avenge his half-brothers in a fit of impulsive rage. In response to your stress, you gasped when your legs were covered in a sudden rush of slick, and before you were due, it was evident your child was coming. Your mother lead you back to the bed and called for the Maesters, never once leaving you alone through the bloody ordeal. It was the worst string of events you could recall - where Aegon was resting from his frightening ordeal, you were screaming in pain, and Jace was flying too low to the surface of Blackwater Bay - crashing.

Vermax did not survive the ordeal, and rumor had it, soldiers on the Green's ships fired at your helpless brother - spearing him to death. The pirates then made land-fall, and your father's home of Driftmark was set ablaze. Through the fire and smoke and pain and misery, you were no different.

The birth lasted two full days, and during the whole of it, you felt your emotional dam shatter. Through pain, sweat, and tears, you begged the room, "Please, please, someone find Aemond. Please, for the love of the Gods, get my husband. Please! Send for him! He should be here!"

"You know he cannot be here, love," Your mother tried to encourage, but you were sobbing harder.

"Please, fuck this war - fuck the succession. Fuck everything! J-Just let him be here, please! Please!" You sobbed, "Someone take Kasta - or just send Kasta herself! He will understand! Please, please, please, he should be here. I-I need him," you felt broken, "I need him here, please, get Aemond, find my husband, I need him, please, please."

Rhaenyra just held you tighter as you sobbed uncontrollably. With your dressing gown soaked all the way through with sweat and blood, you started to pace around the birthing chamber with your hand reached for your cunt periodically to feel for the diameter. You knew there was much time to go, but the pain was indescribable.

When the contractions were too powerful, you refused any aid - except your mother's. Rhaenyra was at your side as you squatted to the floor, using the stone wall to keep you upright as your hands tried to guide your babe from your bloodied cunt.

Still, you begged for Aemond because this was something you couldn't do alone and while you had your mother, you needed your husband. Your heart was broken, your stress tangible, and for the life of you, no matter how hard you screamed or begged, there was never any relief from pain - in head, body, and heart.

The darkness had only just set over your family.

As a messenger arrived to give news of Jacerys' death, you were pulling your still-born son out, sobbing at the sight of their his body. Your mother tried to remain strong but she was surrounded by death; both by a scroll detailing the demise of her first born son, and that of her first born child giving birth to twins who would never draw their first breaths. Rhaenyra held your son as you pulled your daughter out, soon slumping into the puddle of blood and fluid as you weakly held your babies.

"Spread your legs," your mother nodded, guiding your knees open as you only offered her a look of curiosity. "The afterbirth, my love," she explained, helping you in the final part of delivery - but you barely noticed. You didn't feel. How could you, when you were holding your heart in your arms? Your eyes were locked on the bloody babies, confusion and resentment circling your gut.

"Well," you whispered, glancing at your mother, "that's that, then."

She frowned deeply, gazing at the dead look in your eyes. "I'm so sorry, my girl."

You nodded slowly, only one question on your mind, "Do I tell him?"

Rhaenyra scoffed gently, "Give yourself time to grieve, my love. You need to mourn before you worry about anything else."

You sighed, head leaning back to the stone behind you as her hand reached out to pet sticky hair from your face. "Did I do this?" You whispered. "Did I push myself too far? Did... Did I kill my babies, Mumma? Is this my fault?"

She sighed with a frown, "In truth, you did not know about the ambush... I do not think the fault lies with you, my love. Sometimes, these things happen when the mother is under incredible stress."

You hummed as Aemond once did, unable to move. Even when she tried to coax you to your feet, you refused to get up as your body was drained of life, of purpose; of any energy or drive to continue forward. Yet, hours after giving birth, you were on your feet and wrapping both babies in cloth before presenting them to Kasta on a pyre of wood.

Your mother's hand remained in yours as your voice clearly rang out in the cold night, "Dracarys, Kasta."

She whined with steam leaking from her nose, waiting for you to give a second command before heaving a large inhale and upon exhale, let out of a stream of fire.

The light flickered in the night, and from that moment forward, you were never the same. Something in your heart snapped, something in your mind broke, and in your soul, shriveled into nothing. You were desperate to understand why your children had to suffer for someone else's war, and in your despair, forgot to pen a letter to Aemond.

Yet, perhaps that was good - for your anger bubbled as bright as Kasta's flames. You needed someone to blame and the stress of Rook's Rest seemed the most appropriate; leaving your mind set on the Greens. Your anger festered and showed in your fighting in the war, leaving nothing but smoldering ashes anywhere you were sent.

Time on Dragonstone became hectic following Jace's death. You were your parent's secret weapon and felt little ire for your actions; charging headfirst into danger without so much as a second thought towards consequences. With your babies gone, you felt little reason to be cautious - because being reckless seemed your speed now.

Word then reached your ear of Aemond marching armies and flying Vhagar into the Riverlands. Your spies told your mother, who had ensured to you that your step-father, Daemon, who was in Harrenhal still, also knew of the movements. You remained at Dragonstone with Kasta as your mother and Daemon flew to sack the Capital City, and soon enough, word reached you that the city fell in less than a day. You sent Rhaenyra's sons to her, but remained in the place you were to inherit.

Time passed still, and your heart never mended.

However, imagine your surprise when you came face-to-face with Aegon II in a darkened hall late one stormy night. "Aegon?" You questioned in earnest shock. "Am I seeing things? That really you?"

"It's me, sister," he snipped curtly, hands clasping before him.

"What're you doing here?"

"I've been here for a bit actually," he revealed. "I was smuggled from the capital before your mother took it."

"Hmm," you considered nervously, "I see. And you're here now, because...?"

He sighed, "If I ever owe my brother anything in this life, I will never again after this one curtesy. You can't win this war, Y/N, and there are Greens here to take the island."

"This is my home, Aegon, I cannot abandon it," you argued.

"I'm trying to give you time to go get your kid, get on your dragon and get the hell out of here," he snapped. "This is the one - the one curtesy I will grant my brother after all he's done."

"You owe him so much more," you sneered. "You do not deserve him."

"Did you, ever?" You steeled your jaw. "Now, go. Before I change my mind and instead send him your head."

"Where is he?" You decided not to mention the death of your children.

Aegon sighed, "The Riverlands, still. You might be able to find him."

You shook your head, "How'd it come to this, Aegon?"

"In truth?" He sighed. "I do not know anymore. But you need to go, get your kid, and get the Hells out of here. Do not try to alert the others," he nodded, and a guard stepped out. "My man here will ensure you do not stray from task."

Nodding, you whispered, "Thank you... Aegon."

He nodded in return, seemingly genuinely shocked by your words. You turned and rushed for your room, packing whatever you would need - whatever would fit for your trip. Aegon's man stayed true and saw you to Kasta, and you were left no choice in mounting and surging into the air. You had no choice but to abandon your home.

Aegon and Sunfyre watched you go.

You flew for days, no sign of any Black ally. You grew frustrated, and Kasta understood; taking control and turning to head a bit farther West. You were confused until you came across smoke, and through it, you made out the form of your husband's dragon burning the countryside. Fearing for the lives of those countrymen who lived here, Kasta located Vhagar in the air - but the great dragon saw her coming. It was a clash of flesh, teeth, and claws; yet neither you, nor Aemond, were willing to concede.

Fate worked in funny ways, and before you understood what was happening, you screamed when one of Vhagar's teeth pierced into the flesh of your calf when she latched onto Kasta's chest in a fatal bite.

You swore you heard Aemond telling Vhagar not to, but a moment later, you were thrown from the saddle as Vhagar had crushed your beast into the ground. You were momentarily knocked out before coming to again, noticing your armor had been ripped off in the crash, gazing around you as Vhagar took a victory lap in the air, and you saw your beloved mount... Laying unmoving.

"KASTA!" You screamed, half-crawling-half-limping your way to her in a rush, thinking you could save her. "Oh, Gods, no, no, fuck, fuck, fuck, this wasn't supposed to happen," you wept, letting her muzzle rest on your lap as you got a look at her injuries. Vhagar had all but gutted her, leaving thick spurts of blood to leak into the cratered ground around you. "Oh, my precious girl, not you... Not you," you sighed as you stroked her cheek and neck.

Behind you, Vhagar landed with a tremble, and your head whipped around with anger when you noted Aemond dismounting. Gritting your teeth, you stood to your unsteady feet and unsheathed your sword; turning to face Aemond as he came to a halt. "Love," he warned, hand held in caution, "it doesn't have to come to this."

"We're past that," you seethed. "What're you doing here? If your brother can't rule, you'll ensure there's not even a country to preside over?"

He shook his head, "I need to draw your step-father out."

"He's not so easily taunted," you argued, readjusting the weight of your sword, "but I know what will draw him to you."

"No," he refused, "I will not fight you."

"I did not say fight," you sighed, starting your approach and ignoring the pain through your legs. "You'll have to kill me today, Aemond. No more running, we finish this now."

"No," he backed up, but you did not stop. Taking a swing, he jerked back as his sword rose to the defense. "Sweetheart, no, just listen - "

"I'm done listening," another hack from your sword was blocked. "You've ruined everything," your tears surfaced as anger burst; channeling it through your movements that left Aemond shocked. "You had to kill my brother - and I have not known peace since!"

"It was an accident!"

"LIAR!" You raged, metal clanging together. "You wanted to torment him - you wanted to pursue! You could not let it go - and in turn, you ruined any future we could've had!" Your sword swung around, nearly catching his chest - forcing him to flinch backwards. "You did this - why!? Huh!? Why ruin what we had!? Fight me, Aemond! Show me the swordsman I know you to be and fucking fight me!"

"I cannot! I will not!"

"You must!" You heaved, and Aemond was forced to brandish his sword to fend you off. You grit your teeth, and for a moment, Aemond had no idea who you were. He's never fought you, he's never seen you fight, but he knew you father, Laenor, and step-father, Daemon, both trained you. They were incredible soldiers on their own, and in you, was all their skill. None of their distraction.

Aemond was losing this fight, and his temper was slipping.

"FIGHT ME!" You raged through angry tears, iron clanging against each other. "I am left with nothing, there is no more left for me to lose!" Another deafening clash of iron rang out around you. "You've taken everything with this stupid fucking war! I've lost it all! Everything! Because of YOU!" You fully sobbed, never relenting in your attack despite the exhaustion settling in. "My brothers! My dragon! My babies!"

"Wait! Wait, love, wait!" He barked, using both hands to hold his sword hilt against your swinging attack to simply pause in midair as you both panted heavily. "Wh-What're you talking about? What happened?"

Your eyes were dead but shining with tears, "They're dead."

"Who?"

You sniffled, "W-We should have a pair of beautiful twins. A little girl, who looks just like my Aunt Laena - and a little boy, you looked just as his father!" But the anger came back, making you swing the swords to break contact. You attacked again, making him block you, "They're both dead! Because of you and your attack on Rhaenys at Rook's Rest! You started this war - and I lost everything I've loved!"

"You weren't supposed to be there that day!" He insisted, still fending you off with his sword. "I thought with your pregnancy, your mother would not risk you!"

You laughed bitterly, "You weren't there to protect me, now were you? My mother needed me, I came back to her, and in return, I could not shy away from what she needed."

His breathing staggered, "You were sent to the frontlines."

"I was," you grit, pulling back before swinging again. "You weren't there! I needed you!" Another clash of swords. "I needed you with me, I was alone! I was alone, you let me be alone, I needed you, and you weren't there! I had to go through that birth with only my mother, and all I fucking wanted - all I fucking needed was you! You weren't there and I needed you!"

"That was not my doing - "

"You started this war when you killed my brother!" You raged. "Fight me, fucking Kin Slayer!"

Your hacking movements made him defensive and in a short moment, everything changed. Aemond, quick with his blade, but playing the evasive measure, had parried your attack before taking a wide, sharp swipe. But it was enough, and he froze the moment you did; eyes widening as shock passed between the short space between you.

Looking down, your tunic was blooming in bright red blood after the tip of his sword cut clean across your gut. Your hands, after months of pressing to the same area to hold your babies, now tried to hold your entails inside you as your sword clattered to the ground. You stumbled back a few steps, groaning as blood slowly coated your mouth, eyes cutting up to meet that of Aemond's fearful stare.

"A-Aemond?"

"Love?" He asked, dropping his blade to rush for you. You did not fight him, letting his hands take hold of you as he helped navigate you back towards a still-moaning, barely breathing Kasta. "Hey, hey, hey, no, no, no, no, no, no no, no," he whispered when you were lowered in your dragon's blood, leaning to her shoulder for support. "Oh, Gods, what have I done? No, please, no, fuck - Gods, no."

You smile ruefully, choking lightly on your blood; teeth lined with red as you whispered, "Now y-you cannot deny the title Kin Slayer."

"No, no, do not, don't do this, please," he argued. "Don't call me that, I-I'm your husband, I'm your love, your sweet husband, remember? Don't call me that, please. None of this should have happened - I'm so sorry - please. Just stay with me, okay? I-I'll fix this - I can fix this."

But you both knew he couldn't. Just like all those years ago when your hands had covered his injured eye, his pressed to your gut. Like those years ago, as your hands once had, now his were coating in your life's liquid.

It silent for a moment as all defenses of yours finally dropped and your tears suffocated you more than the internal bleeding you suffered through. "A-Aemond," you whispered, feeling one hand move to caress your cheek, "I-I'm so scared, love, please. I'm so scared. I don't want to do this alone, please, Aemond, don't make me do this alone. I-I need you, my love, please."

He sighed and moved beside you, not minding the wetness of the blood surrounding you both; lifting his arm to draw you into his warm embrace. You don't voice it, but you're starting to feel cold and the warmth he provided was something you cherished.

"I'm so scared, too, my love," he admits in a whisper. "I'm so sorry."

"I am, too," you sobbed into his neck. "I'm so sorry, I'm so fucking sorry. Aemond, please, i-it hurts, my love, please. I-I don't want to die, I don't want to be without you, I-I can't do this next part alone. I hate how this war played out," you whimpered, his arm tightening as the other came around to cradle your head into his neck. "I wish I would've run away with you when we had the chance. So much would be different... W-We'd have our baby."

"Don't do that," he rushed, kissing your sweaty forehead. "It's okay we didn't run, it's okay, sweet girl. It's all going to be okay, I promise you."

"What if it's not?"

"It has to be," he promised, giving you a squeeze. "I'm not leaving, you're not alone. I'm here, I'm right here, my love. You're okay. You're going to be okay, I promise you, you're never alone."

"Would you do me a favor?"

"Anything."

"Show me all of you," you whispered. Aemond understood and all but ripped his eyepatch off, caressing your cheek again. You sighed in wonder, "There he is. My handsome husband."

Aemond smiled sadly, "I don't think I can let you go."

"At-At-At least, y-you'll get Daemon out here," you chuckled sadly, fully leaning into his embrace as your neck hurt trying to keep it upright; crashing to his shoulder. "You'll get what you want - an end to this, if you kill him."

Aemond shook his head and tried to press a hand to your wound, again - but it only made more blood seep over his fingers. "My love, please, let me get you out of here. Kasta's spent, sweetheart, and I'm so fucking sorry for that loss, but I can get you t-to Maesters on Vhagar. Please, let me try."

"'S too late for me," you chuckled dryly, patting one of his wrists as your energy was depleting.

"What have I done?" he whispered, looking more panicked than the night he told you about Luke.

"What was needed in wartime," you sniffled, using your energy to lift your gaze up to him, again. Weakly, you let go of your wound to reach for the neckline of your tunic, pulling it down some and leaving smears of bloody fingerprints. "Please," you whispered.

He let his brows furrow, gently reaching for what you referred to. He breathed out when he discovered the golden Warrior pendent you had gifted him for his first nameday as a married couple.

"Take it," you begged, "let it protect you while I'm gone."

"Love - "

"It was a gift," you insisted. "Take it back. Do not make a dying woman beg."

"All right," he whispered, readjusting slightly to unclasp the chain and remove the necklace.

You settled back into his side as you knew the end was nearing. With your hands holding your entrails in and his arms tight around you, you whispered, "Is it true that you took a lover?" Aemond stops breathing for a second. "Please do not lie to me."

He shudders a moment, "I did."

"What's her name?"

He doesn't want to respond, but he does, "Alys. Alys Rivers."

You hummed breathlessly, whispering, "Do you love her?"

"No," he answers instantly, "but... She is useful."

"Oh, Aemond, I do not wish to hear - "

"No, no, you misunderstand," he rushes. "She's unlike anyone I've met. She... Sees things in the flames, love. Like a sort of witchcraft."

You hummed, "Like across the Narrow Sea."

He nodded, lips pressing over your forehead, "Yes."

"Then she told you to come here, did she?"

Aemond pauses, tears falling faster, harder, "She did..."

"Hmm," you sighed, "now I see. She knew I'd be here and needed you to commit to her."

"What?"

"That's how these things work," you croak with a sad smile, letting a bit of blood spit from your mouth to splatter on the dirt. "She needs you: mind, body, and soul. Y-You can't be hers because y-you're mine. W-With me gone, s-she can finally have you, and service you better. J-Just promise me something, please," you felt your throat starting to close.

"Anything, my love. Anything you ask for, I will always give you," Aemond promised swiftly, bringing your forehead to his.

Through your tears, you manage to whisper, "Please don't forget about me. With no children, we've no legacy, but... But if you don't forget me, I cannot ask for much else."

Aemond holds his breath again. Then, he whispers, "I could never forget you, my sweet girl. We are bonded together, my love, and you will always be a part of me, my darling, sweet wife. I will never forget you because I could never love another because all my love is yours, and always will be." It's quiet for a moment before he admits, "You're it for me, my pretty girl, I won't ever love another, won't ever take another wife, and I'm so fucking sorry." His sobs become uncontrollable, holding onto you tightly, "I'm so sorry. This never should have come to pass, I'm so sorry."

You nod, "I forgive you... For all of it." You're dying and there's no use denying that, not wanting to take your anger to the grave. "Aemond, now I-I need to ask the impossible of you, my love."

"Anything," he promises.

But you sobbing through your request, "Kill me, pl-please. J-Just make it stop, love, it hurts so bad. So fucking bad. Please."

For the first time in his life, Aemond had to refuse you, "No, no, not in this lifetime, I cannot - please, do not ask that of me. Let me get you help - "

"It's too late for me, my love, and we both know it," you sniffled. "Please, Aemond. Ju-Just make it s-s-stop."

"I cannot," he whimpered, forehead to yours again. "I love you so much, more than reason and more than life. I cannot do this to you, I-I hate myself for where we are now. Please do not ask this of me."

"I-I don't want to go," you admitted, holding onto him so you were nearly pulled fully into his lap. "I'm so scared, Aemond, please. I don't want to do this alone, please, my love, I don't want to be alone. I just want to be with you, I can't go - I don't want to go. Please, I don't want to be alone."

"You'll never be alone," he tried to promise but his emotion was too thick to sound confident. "There's so many who love you who are waiting for you beyond this life. They're going to be with you, always, an-and soon, I will be there with you. You'll wait for me, right? Yes?"

You nodded against him, trying to hold your sobs in, "I'll wait for you, my love, yeah. As long as it takes, I'll wait for you."

"I'll miss you so much," he whispers. You smirk gently, lifting a bloody hand to pet over his cheek - staining any part of him you touched with blood. "I know it pains you, but I'm glad, in the end, it was you."

"Don't say that," he pleaded.

"I am, because I get to meet my end with you," you nodded. "But Aemond, yo-you've gotta finish it for me, love."

"No," he refused again.

"Please," you begged quietly. "Just do it, Aemond. I-I'm not surviving this, I'll only suffer worse."

"I cannot," he still refused. "I know it is a kindness, my sweet girl, but I cannot be the one who takes your life - not like this. Please, do not ask this of me."

Kasta gave a low groan.

"Would you do me a different kindness, then?" You whispered.

"I will try to," he nodded, tears falling down his soaked cheeks. Above, the sky slowly started to darken as a new storm brewed.

"Kiss me goodbye," your bottom lip trembled as you tried to smile at him but the action was near impossible. "Please, husband?"

"You need never ask me. I love you so much, my sweet girl," he swore, leaning in to press a last kiss to your bloodied lips. You hummed softly, keeping him close for a moment longer to savor this moment. But it was over far too soon.

"I love you, too," you sniffled when you pulled back and he started to shift onto his feet, but remained crouched to keep level with you. "Do not forget me, my love, please."

"Never in my life," he whispered, letting his tears flow as he took one final kiss. "I'll miss you beyond words, my pretty girl."

"Thank you," you whispered, unable to keep yourself upright and leaning dependently on Kasta.

"For what, my love?"

You smiled through your tears and pain, "For the love of a lifetime. I-I wish we had longer, too, because the time we had wasn't enough."

Aemond's jaw clenched as his tears would not stop; hearing you recall his words from months ago shattering his heart. Nodding, his lips pressed to your forehead, and with one last caress of your head and lingering promises of his love, he had to pull away. You grinned as you watched him, chuckling to yourself before coughing on your blood; letting it splatter uselessly across your lap while weakly holding your wound.

"Still with me, precious girl?" You asked Kasta in High Valyrian, who gave a low groan. You stiffly tried to sit up some, but only managed a half-shuffle. "Will you do something for me?" She purred. "L-Looks like neither of us are getting out of this, my gem... I-I need you to end it for me, my girl."

But she growled.

"Dracarys, Kasta," you sobbed through your pain. "Please, Kasta! Dracarys! Do not make me suffer, please, dracarys!"

But your dragon's head lowered to the bloody ground, belly and throat left slashed open from Vhagar, and as if in sync, you both breathed outward for a final time. Just as you came into this world with a bright, emerald green dragon egg, so you left this world with the soul of that very same dragon.

Exactly as it all started, it all ended.

Rumors swirled around the country regarding the demise of Rhaenyra's eldest child, Princess Y/N Velaryon, now Princess Y/N Targaryen - devoted and beloved wife of Prince Aemond. Some say she went mad with grief from losing her brothers and children, some say it was self-inflicted. But the thickest rumors reached Daemon's ears about how it was Vhagar and her own husband who killed the Jewel of Westeros and the Great Emerald.

Aemond could not deliver the final, fatal blow; leaving her there to bleed out from her wounds in a pool of Kasta's blood. Aemond refused to sit with the absolute, infinite knowledge that he killed his wife, and instead of manning up to help her from the pain he inflicted, he only turned away from her.

He left her.

He had prayed Kasta would end her suffering but rumors reached his own ears about how she was found - fully intact - in her dragon's cradle. Kasta's head was claimed for the Green's and sent to King's Landing for trophy-keeping, and years later, was one of the skulls Robert Baratheon smashed to dust during his Rebellion. Aemond did not know pain like this, and on Daemon's fourteenth day of waiting, Aemond arrived at Harrenhal. Both were enraged by their grief, both feeling the sting of loss...

Daemon, over his beloved step-daughter as his own seed, and Aemond, over his sweet wife; both mourning the same loss, but refusing to see eye-to-eye.

"Is it true?" Daemon demanded when Aemond faced him. "Is it true that you killed her? I deserve to know what became of my child."

"It was an accident," Aemond tried.

But Daemon snorted, "Then this is where it ends. You and me, nephew."

"To the death?" Aemond checked.

"To the death, Kin Slayer," Daemon growled - sending both men to mount their dragons and to the skies.

Yet, in the end, legend has it that neither survived. Historians know Aemond Targaryen died that day after discovering the bones of Vhagar in the lake's waters with her rider still chained to her saddle. The skull still had Dark Sister driven through an empty eye socket. Though, Caraxes was found dead on shore, her rider, Daemon, never was.

Nobody knows for sure what happened, but from your place in the Heavens, you watched with Aemond back in your arms as Nettles came to rescue your severely injured step-father. They stole away on Sheepstealer, and made a new life across the Narrow Sea - the life you and Aemond should have had, but fate never allowed.

But in the clouds, you were reunited with those you loved and lost; spending time with your eye on land, watching how the war ends as your husband's arm remained snug around you. When the end of the war finally reigned and (most) of your loved ones joined you in the Kingdom Above, you and Aemond stepped back from the clouds, and together, with your hands locked together, fell back into eternal rest.

🍒 fin

[ part one ]

[ alternate ending two: Sweetest Devotion ]

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#aemond targaryen #prince aemond #aemond the kinslayer #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x fem!reader #aemond targaryen imagine #house of the dragon #hotd #hotd imagine #hotd x reader

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the-monkey-ruler · 1 year

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would you say macaque is something like a necessary evil in the novel?

I would say you are talking about the Six Eared Macaque right? There are a few Macaques in the story. I mean I wouldn't really say he is "necessary" as that isn't really the role he plays within the novel.

When I think "necessary evil" I think more like a force in society that is kept in order to keep the peace or to preserve other social forces that are considered more important to keep than to lose. A necessary evil is an evil that someone believes must be done or accepted because it is necessary to achieve a better outcome—especially because possible alternative courses of action or inaction are expected to be worse.

Which I do not believe the Six-Eared Macaque plays at all.

He is to play the role of the mirror to Sun Wukong. He is supposed to represent the absolute worse of what Wukong is capable of, not really being the opposite of Wukong but rather more of a foil to show Wukong what he could have been (I actually think another great foil character is Erlang Shen for different reasons). A version of Wukong that if he continued to be a warlord, continued to kill without regard for the value of life or consequences that the would turn into him.

The Six-Eared Macaque is not given a backstory so it's hard to say if they have similar backgrounds but rather it is that they are the same species and have the same drive that Wukong had at the start of the novel. Both being of immense power and, like Wukong, The Six Earred Macaque's greatest desire was to get fame and glory and to be recognized for it, despite the consequences.

Personally I believe that the Six-Eared Macaque was inspired by the Buddist saing “The dharma is not to be transmitted to the sixth ear" which means that there isn't a third person around to easdrop, usually between student and teacher. This is only used once when Wukong was speaking with Master Puti and this is where I think that the Six Earred Macaque learned the same skill that Wukong did.

Of course, this also means that he doesn't have a complete understanding. He would always be slightly off with his own teachings, always a step behind, and only be able to imitate what they were eavesdropping on as they were never told directly.

Kind of like how Wukong is supposed to be a master of transformation when he fought Erlang Shen and still lost the SIx Earred Macaque is supposed to discern and have knowledge but he is still just eavesdropping. He is never going to have the real thing.

Wukong is meant to represent Nothingness or emptiness, literally in his name meaning "Monkey Awakened to Emptiness" and how he and the Six Earred Macaque are meant to be of one mind but they are "two mind" that are fighting each other. One being one's natural impulsive thoughts and the other is the self-control people practice to think ahead. They are both inside a person's mind but only one can have full control of the body so to speak. I think a good western example of this would be like Ego vs ID but please don't take that as a one-to-one, it's not!

It is connected to how Wukong is the mind monkey and in order for him to reach his namesake that state of overcoming uncontrollable thought he needs to fight the worst version of himself, which is what I think the Six-Eared Macaque is supposed to represent. This actually goes with how I think Wukong and his connection with Bailong being the Horse of Will show how Wukong has gradually started to overcome his own thoughts and practice self-control though his dedicated willpower. (Bailong is an important allegory yet again.)

Long story short I think that the Six-Eared Macaque is to more represents Wukong's character growth. Rather than be a "necessary evil" he is another milestone to show that Wukong is about to look at the worst traits of himself and through fighting himself and wrestling with who he is, he is able to come to accept himself as well... and by defeating his doppelganger he shows that after battling himself he comes out the victor. Him moving on and changing throughout the journey shows him to be stronger and more sure of himself both mentally and spiritually.

#six eared macaque #sun wukong #jttw #journey to the west #xiyouji #sorry for any errors #I feel like I repeated some things but #ya know #get the idea #knowing you are able for great good but also great evil #the need to keep yourself in check else you start going down a dark path #Facing the reality that you are capable of horrid atrocities and need to hold yourself accountable #WUKONG HAD TO FACE HIS LEGIT WORST INNER TRAITS AND SAY 'im better than that'#AND HE IS #Wukong looking at himself the selfishmess the ruthlessness the lack of empathy #and he hates that about himself #but the only way to change it is to confront it head on and personally stop it #he always trying to do better #ask

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duckapus · 7 days

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AU where Meggy gets turned into a vampire and Mario gets turned into a werewolf

They were bit in completely separate incidents and are keeping it secret from everyone, including each other and the rest of the Crew.

Luigi's the only one who knows that Mario is a werewolf because he was there the night Mario got bit (well, nearly mauled to death is more accurate).

Meggy initially doesn't have anyone who knows about her being a vampire, at least until Whimpu happens to stumble across her while she's feeding.

Mario can shift voluntarily into either a very-big-but-seemingly-normal wolf form, himself with wolf features, or a big scary wolf-man form, but it takes him a while to properly figure out how both because he and Luigi have to figure it out with no help and because he's an idiot.

He's also got an uncontrollable fuckoff-Massive wolf form with a mind of its own that he turns into when there's a full moon.

He's got some wolf mannerisms now, obviously

While Meggy does have the classic vampire weaknesses, they're thankfully the manageable versions (so the sun does hurt her but sunscreen deals with it, mirrors and cameras only don't work if they have silver, needs to drink blood but can still eat normal food no problem (unless it as garlic obviously), etc.) since for plot reasons I need her to actually be able to keep it a secret.

She can shapeshift into a variety of animals, not just bats, and one form in particular makes all the shit she has to deal with now almost worth it: Vampire Squids are a thing that exists, which wouldn't matter for most vampires with how situational it would be (due to vampire squids specifically being deep sea squids) but in her case it means she gets to have her Swim Form again (though modified a bit since vampire squids have webbed tentacles with tooth-like spikes on the underside)

Also I know that vampire squids are actually octopi but let me have this

The vampire and werewolf that turned them are still at-large and causing trouble in the Mushroom Kingdom (including making more vampires and werewolves, many of which are less inclined than Meggy and Mario to not follow their new darker impulses), bringing all manner of monster hunters out of the woodwork to deal with the problem (some, like the Belmont Clan, are more competent and altruistic than others, like the Guards (because of course those two would want to get involved in the latest violent trend)), which is a large part of why the two of them are keeping themselves a secret

Another big part is of course the fact that Anti-Shroomy Exists

It also turns out that Bob was a big-name monster hunter a few hundred years ago, and shockingly he's easily the most competent of all the hunters in town, so the Bros, Meggy and Whimpu are understandably extremely wary of him right now

and as if the situation wasn't bad enough, Demon Peach has somehow managed to crawl her way out of the Creep Pit and is prowling the Kingdom (surprisingly stealthily for something of her size and disposition, I might add)

more details and (hopefully) some pictures to come in later posts

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alexoreality · 3 months

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Full development specs of S-Guardian:

Pacifista designation - PX-D (defender)

Appearance - Monkey D. Luffy (age 35), 8-pointed star pupils

Pacifista standards: Buccaneer durability. Lunarian physiology (wings, hair, flames). Laser projectors in palms.

Green Blood abilities: Reach-Reach (unknown user, imprisoned/dead), Spring-Spring (Bellamy the Hyena, received from Warlord Donquixote Doflamingo in attendance with compliance, fooled with at least 7 attempts to get accurate samples), More-More (Byrnndi World, Impel Down, currently deceased)

Devil Fruit (Artificial): Ape-Ape Fruit - Mythical model Sun Wukong (attempted continued development was halted due to inaccuracies in capabilities, has granted PX-D - to be rectified as Seraphim-Guardian - a semblance of Will and Self, and has only followed orders it itself chooses.)

Due to the unforseen impulse as S-Guardian consumed the DF, progress is to be made in attempt to utilize a different power, so as we do not need to see the actions of two similar Fruit powers again, at least by collateral situation. Not even considering the original Fruit was reclaimed by Mariejois to be locked away... Neanderthals...

Abilities upon consumption showcase heavily enhanced problem solving skills for a Pacifica, and adept creative versatility involving Green Blood abilities and Laser projection. The major caveat is that S-Guardian appears to have sporadic and uncontrollable fits of laughter, potentially debilitating actions. Along with this, S-Guardian cannot be sent into combat situations with the probability of deterioration.

Upon contact with seawater of any amount, despite DF standards, S-Guardian's movements are completely locked until dry. Whether this is due to the amount of lineage factors present is unknown...

S-Guardian has shown adamant interest in the development of the other Seraphim, and when interacting, the others see S-Guardian as a possible parental figure. When testing Seraphim abilities against adversaries, S-Guardian is NOT TO BE NOTIFIED at all costs (15 Vice Admirals were relieved of duty and 50 Pacifica Alphas were scrapped in resulting rampage). S-Guardian trains them at their own apparent pace, and actually appreciates their development.

Equipment:

- a retractable pipe made from ancient alloy, with extreme malleable capabilities when utilized with S-Guardian's various abilities.

- foot gear designed after Judge's "Raid suit" prototypes that allow for indefinite levitation. When asked, S-Guardian stated that he wouldn't want his wings to get tired, and probable water hazards.

- a white sleeveless jumpsuit allowing for full movement. Full of pockets with things for the other Seraphim. (Has constantly made requests for some headgear, but is constantly denied by the higher-ups)

Heya! @chapelseed I'll be able to give a proper answer soon cuz-

I've been BUSY lately. Exams are nearing and my school is rushing to get everyone to submit assignments and such!

But I've read it through once quickly, AND DEAR GOD.

#one piece #one piece au #monkey d. luffy #op S-Guardian AU #THATS A LOT

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sso-montana · 1 month

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Catherine lives! AU

Ok so I finally got around to write this thing so here you all go, more under the cut bc it kinda got long

Also if you want me to make a post specifically abt how Catherine being alive would impact the general story tell me and I'll make one for that, too ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

Catherine always knew Montana was like her, even when she was little. At first she was hesitant to let Justin play and spend time with her but after seeing how good they got along and remembering how she never really had friends she decided to let them be.

Fast forward to Montana coming back to Jorvik and Catherine's motherly instincts I immediately kick in. Yes, she hasn't seen this girl in almost 8 years and she's grown up and changed so much. The Montana before her is so quiet and almost desperately tries to She's reminded so much of her younger self, of how lost and alone she felt and decides that she won't let this happen to another girl. Once Montana realizes she posses magic abilities and starts training with Ydris and a WIP oc of mine (it's a bit messy right now kay?) Catherine sits her down and tells her about how they're the same. Obviously Montana asks her for help and guidance, which Catherine immediately shuts down. Montanas initial reaction of anger and confusion leaves after Catherine explains that she no longer associates herself with magic, hasn't used it in years and never was that good at it. What Catherine can do though is make Montana aware of the dangers of magic, to tell her about her own mistakes, the Keepers and the Sisterhood.

And there are times when Catherine is almost scared of Montana. Because Montana isn't like her, isn't afraid to loose control. She's so full of anger and frustration and sadness right after loosing her parents and that paired with uncontrolled power is a dangerous combination. Montana isn't hurting others on accident but rather manages to keep injuring herself while learning. There are so many times she comes back to the stables and Justin and Montana sit in the saddle chamber putting creams on her arms and wrapping bandages around her hands because she burnt or cut herself. She's stubborn and impulsive and acts without thinking things through and clearly struggles with magic.

And yet she makes up for it with her sheer determination to learn, to master this power which allows her to protect what's left and Catherine can't help but be amazed at this young girl. They're the same and yet so completely different.

Of course as soon as Justin starts to get more involved with all the magic stuff Catherine is worried about him. It's not like she wasn't worried about Montana to begin with, but Justin is her son, her baby. It's the first time the two of them ever had a big argument since Justin never really fought with his mom. Even after they talk it out she's not happy with him joining Montana on trips. But after seeing his determination and desire to protect Mo, to be able to return the favor because she always protects them and he desperately wants to keep her safe, to make her understand she's not alone and doesn't have to do everything by herself, even if at times it scares him, Catherine gives in. At least she has the comfort of knowing they're looking out for each other.

Catherine isn't unfriendly to the soul riders either, quite the opposite. It would be easy to be angry at them, to hold grudges and not want a single thing to do with it, but that's not like her. Catherine isn't a hateful person. She wouldn't be angry at kids for something that their predecessors did. Elizabeth and Avalon are a different story of course, but the girls never did anything bad, she doesn't hold any grudges against them specifically. They're just kids, kids who have way too many things that they have to shoulder than anyone that age should. Those girls aren't even in their 20s and are being told the fate of Jorvik and perhaps the whole world is depending on them. That's fucked up, like, severely fucked up.

So Catherine always tells them that no matter what, they can always come to Moorland Stables. Even if she can't do much in regard to guiding them on their Soul Rider journey, she can make sure there is a place for them where they're safe.

It does hurt to see that just like her Montana feels like she doesn't fit in, doesn't belong with them. To see that cycle repeat itself. Yet Montana doesn't seem to be as bothered by it as she had been, which isn't exactly better if you hear the 'I wasn't really able to make friends after we left Jorvik, so it's nothing new' explanation.

I do think she would stay away from Valedale and the Keepers and Elizabeth as far as she can. The only time I can see her showing up again is after Justin got imprisoned and for the first time in her life Catherine is full on willing to throw hands with someone. (She doesn't. She doesn't stop Montana from doing it for her either.)

TL;DR

Catherine is basically treating Montana as her own daughter and being a great at it. She doesn't hold grudges against the current Soul Riders bc they're just kids. The Keepers can go fuck themselves she ain't dealing with them. When are Montana and Justin getting married she'd love to have her as her daughter in law

#sso #ssoblr #star stable online #mo talks lore #Catherine lives! AU #I actually really like this AU it's becoming one of my favorites lol #if you have more specific question feel free to ask them!!!#I love getting to info dump (￣▽￣)

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medicinanocturna · 1 year

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Inharmonious aspects in a synastry chart: Saturn and Uranus

A good way to look at the synastry chart is to see it as a transit. Our significant other is effecting our life events, emotional states, opportunities, and losses. With some people we heal, with others we only amplify our wounds, although both happen for a reason. In a transit chart the most important aspects are between the personal planets and the slow planets, i.e. Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, Pluto. All others move too fast to materialise any event or even an emotional state unless they are mirrored in progressions and solar directions.

Challenging aspects (conjunctions, opposition, square) with the slow planets in a synastry are always a subject for a deeper understanding. They offer an opportunity for growth, although some of them may feel unbearable and bring separations.

Saturn.

Saturn’s main archetype is a teacher. It is austere, structuring, dry, and also cementing. Its fundamental principle is bringing to maturation. Saturn can feel like dying, so as the process of becoming elder. In synastry, when Saturn of your partner is making difficult aspects to your personal planets, it is causing a feeling of limitation in a sphere of this planet. The quality of this limitation is often perceived as rejection or coldness with a purpose of controlling your personal planet. However, not in a dominating Plutonian way, but in a way a teacher would control a child to help a structure take a better from in a certain zone of his/her growth. For gender planets it can be extremely hard and frustrating. And it is always the most severe aspect for the Moon.

In fact, many consider Saturn’s difficult aspects to be the most problematic in a synastry. Even though the three other planets can bring much more uncontrollable forces, but the Saturn is demanding discipline. And the discipline is something that requires personal effort, consistency, and lots of restraint. While it can be very healing sometimes, there are also domains where discipline feels irrelevant. Moon is a good example. A partner’s Saturn making an unpleasant aspect to your Moon may cause a feeling of guilt over your emotions and unconscious impulses. Irrespective of your Moon’s sign, it will feel uncomfortable and tiresome. Even if the rest of your synastry chart is full of benevolent aspects, the inauspicious Saturn - Moon aspect will be very exhausting at times. Unlike with other personal planets (Venus and Mars), here Saturn is not always perceived as a teacher or as an architect of another’s person energy. How can someone be a teacher of your subconscious material (even for the most spiritually advanced people)? Here, Saturn is a pure karma that you only have to learn how to deal with if these relationships are cherished. My personal experience with such an aspect (conjunction) was one of the most burdensome. The feeling of judging myself for my emotions and spontaneous reactions when being near the Saturn person was sometimes very poignant. I was constantly revisiting my inner movements and reporting to myself whether or not they are “ok”. In fact, it made me feel like a child, but not in a good way. Although in the end those relationships did bring me a sense of meaningful internal growth, including in my emotional sphere, they also dried up my feelings and made me want to restrict my emotions every time we were together. Still both of us have an impression that we will meet again one day and things will be better (Saturn’s cementing effect).

Uranus.

Uranus is a planet associated with a lightning flash. Its action is abrupt, shocking, irreversible. If the dying under Saturn is a steady decline, under Uranus it is a sudden and unexpected stroke that doesn’t care about the consequences. Uranus’s lesson is the unpredictability of everything in life. It can wipe off completely and leave you in an overwhelming shock.

In its challenging aspects of a synastry, Uranus’s key principle is the same as in the transit. It changes the state of things abruptly from one to another without a compromise. This is the reason this planet is also associated with “love from the first sight”. Something striking is happening inside of one of the two people (or both), and the condition is changed completely. The previous state of things is no longer possible. The world has become totally new. It is now illuminated by the spark of love.

This is true about both the challenging aspects and the benevolent, with a difference that trine or sextile will not imply the energy of further possible break - up in a couple.

Uranus inharmonious aspects can be associated with relationships where the energy is highly electric, but also eccentric. If lived at the lower level, this type of energy will suggest constant “glitches” in the loving feelings of both, the “on and off” tendency, and sometimes the frivolous character of connection. If the Uranus person has this planet really emphasised in their chart, the thirst for independence, new experiences or sometimes perversities will be on their side. And if not met properly from their partner will cause irritation and even anger.

However, on a higher level, the Uranus aspect (even square or opposition) will bring lots of mental stimulation that will cause recognising the additional levels of freedom between the two. This may be freedom of spirit, the freedom from the conventional, the liberating element that unifies rather than separates. Although the disharmonious aspects often hint that the relationships have an unstable quality, if this is not supported by more aspects in the charts, it may play out in the relationships being extremely extraordinary, mind-bending, sometimes even spiritual, depending on the personal planet that receives the aspect by Uranus and the personal charts of the two. Venus receiving an aspect of opposition or square is a sign of many experiments (and even risks) in the sensual domain, but also in esthetics. Mars can be quite uncontrollable but explicitly creative in a sparkling way which will fill the relationships with the energy of exploration of life and consciousness in particular. The same is true about Mercury - Uranus. At the lower level, however, this aspect suggests constant and impulsive fighting.

Moon aspects are the most challenging ones. If the Moon person is too stiff to allow more freedom to their emotional sphere (including the intimate), they will feel insecure and deeply disturbed. The Uranus person will vice versa feel like the other one is clingy and not allowing them to explore spontaneity on a level of the emotional patterns. But unlike the Saturn aspects, Uranus doesn’t bring heaviness into the relationships. Shocks, disruptions, experiments, even perversions, but also the higher states of mind are its fundamental traits. Uranus can also be a sign of bisexuality in the charts where it is aspecting gender planets (Venus, Mars). Some same- sex friendships may feel like hanging between love / sex and friendship when one of the two people (or both) have angle houses or many aspects to their gender planets from Uranus. Such "Uranian" friendships are often very memorable because of its romantic quality, and the exciting mental stimulation that happens between the two. Not rarely, it finishes abruptly (with inharmonious aspects) but stays with you forever.

To be continued about Neptune and Pluto in the next part.

Drop me a line if you want me to have a look at your personal chart.

Yours,

AlSheren

#synastry #uranus #saturn #astrology #astrology aspects #deep psychology #deep astrology #astrology medicine #synastry aspects #synastry chart #astrology services #astrology observation #astrology on tumblr

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outoutdamnspark · 1 year

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So a lot of people headcanon Ingo and Emmet as autistic and/or as having ADHD, and I absolutely love that. I love it. Hell yes, give me the neurodivergent scrunklies. But you know what I haven’t seen yet? (And this doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist somewhere, just that i haven’t come across it.)

Manic-Depressive Bipolar Ingo and Emmet.

(CW: depictions of mania and depression under the cut)

Give me Emmet in the midst of a manic episode, constantly jittery and stimming almost uncontrollably. He impulse buys, losing an entire paycheck to model train kits that don’t get finished, fancy bows for his joltiks because he’s suddenly taken an interest in pokemon glamor out of seemingly nowhere that will leave him in a week.

Give me Emmet who hyperfocuses on battle strategies, getting so excited to implement a new one but his brain is going at top speed, thoughts racing faster than his mouth can form words, so he barely gets halfway through testing one idea out before he’s working on a new one - and it keeps. Happening. To the point where he has twenty new strategies but can’t get them out of his head in time and he gets overwhelmed and burnt out. So none of them wind up getting used.

Give me Emmet who then swings downward, frustrated and depressed that he can’t get his brain to let him finish a project or stick with a hobby, who hates that nothing brings him joy right now, that he can’t focus on anything or take interest in any of the stuff he usually does. Alternatively, he can only focus on one thing, and it consumes his time, his thoughts, his energy, and no matter what he does he can’t make himself do something else, no matter how much he wants to and he hates that it’s happening so. Fucking. Much.

He stays up late working on this thing he can’t pull himself away from, hating that he’s essentially now addicted to it but at the same time diving further in because it’s the only thing that makes him feel anything at all - and then feeling like shit the next day because the hyperfixation insomnia has destroyed his sleep schedule. On his days off he can’t get out of bed, watching videos on his phone because he feels E M P T Y, and the executive dysfunction and depression make him blind to time and physically unable to pull himself out from under the covers.

Give me manic Ingo having trouble completing tasks because he just can’t seem to put his thoughts and actions into the right order. He tries to get ready in the morning but keeps starting and aborting things because he can’t get the routine right. He goes to start coffee but while reaching for the filters he pulls the pokechow out of the cabinet instead because he needs to feed their teams and he might as well get everything down while he’s got the cabinet open. So he goes to feed the pokemon but does it in a sporadic order, different from usual, going out of turn instead of down the line, and it confuses him so much that he keeps turning to fill the next bowl but it’s already full? So he turns back to the ones he’s already done - or should have already done - and has to start all over and stare at each bowl to try and get his brain to recognize which are full and which aren’t. It takes him ten minutes longer than it normally does, and by the time he’s managed to feed their teams, he still hasn’t made the coffee - which could have been brewing this entire time but nope!

Give me Ingo who eats the same thing every day for a month straight because nothing else appeals to him, so he keeps having to make late-night runs to the convenience store to pick up more of whatever he needs to make it - or maybe it’s a prepackaged thing because he can’t for the life of him get his brain to let him cook anything, regardless of how much he tries. Then, one day he just. Stops. Eating the thing. And then doesn’t eat it again for a year and a half because he’s burnt himself out.

Give me depressive Ingo who masks while at work, unable to mimic other people’s emotions and physical actions (a typical thing but now it’s worse) because he has no mental energy to spare, even at the job he loves so much. He doesn’t feel that same joy he normally does while helping passengers, driving the trains, running the battle lines; right now it’s all he can do to make it through the day because he just doesn’t. Have it. In him. To devote as much energy and enthusiasm into his day to day interactions as he normally would. It’s exhausting at best. Irritating and abrasive at worst.

Give me Bipolar Submas.

Everything he does is slower, more draining - even talking runs his battery into the ground, to the point where he goes completely nonverbal when he gets home after work. But he has an image to uphold, a responsibility to the people of Nimbasa, so he hides it, masks, pretends he’s his usual cheerful self, and it all serves to drain him even more. He goes from the manic only-eat-one-thing to the depressive forget-to-eat-at-all. He doesn’t realize when he’s gone ten hours without food because he doesn’t feel hungry, but he does feel steadily worse and worse over the course of the day.

Give me the twins who forget to talk to Elesa for weeks because time means nothing anymore; it's not that they don't want to talk to her, it's just that they didn't have the energy to reply right away and then three days have passed and they should really answer her texts but now they're anxious because it's past the socially acceptable timeframe in which to do so. So they freeze. And then three days becomes two weeks. And the cycle continues. (They feel so much guilt over it, too, and it just sinks into the rest of the depression pile with all the other shit.)

Alternatively, give me the twins who constantly blow up Elesa's phone because they have all this stuff to tell her they're so fucking excited ELESA LOOK! They send paragraphs of text, photos every five minutes, infodump over facetime for a solid hour over their newest hyperfixation. Give me the twins caught in a mania loop between the two of them where they accidentally enable one another's impulsivity.

Then give me mutually supportive twins, helping drag their brother to work because they know how hard it is to function but they have each other's backs - or them making sure the other eats and force their twin to takes breaks from their fixation to stretch and rest.

#cw bipolar disorder #cw manic depressive bipolar #cw manic episodes #cw mania #cw depression #my mental health took a nose dive today so I wanted to project my own shit onto my blorbos #even medicated bipolar disorder is a fucking nightmare sometimes #submas #subway master emmet #subway master ingo #(note: i wrote this last night so the tanked mental health was yesterday by the time this gets posted from queue)

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feleon · 2 years

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Traumatized

Character: Leon

Content warnings: guns mention, dogs mention, alcohol mention

I wrote on my interpretation of Leon’s trauma. I’m a PTSD survivor myself and wrote on my own experiences and clinical understandings as a MH worker.

From darkness to light. His eyes opened after enduring another bout of night terrors. Drenched in sweat, exhausted, labored breaths escaping quietly from his lips. Night after night he had these experiences. Some nights, he was awake, lucid, locked into place as he heard a heavy, loud stomping around his apartment, as if someone was shuffling through his belongings.

Nightmares where he looks at his hands as they transmogrify into claws, his veins bulging as he loses control, following him into reality as he struggles to keep his emotions caged once he reaches the tipping point.

Nightmares where all he can see is the flashing and gnashing of canine teeth, inches from his face.

He could never own a dog again, let alone pet one without flinching and cowering so much at any movement. He was more of a cat person, regardless. But society would judge him for his brisk, uncontrolled reactions and flinches.

The mood swings, when he felt his anger and impulses swirling around him, dragging and weighing him down, around his body as the grainy visuals stood in front of him, pushing him into his unwanted desires and actions

and falling forward into regret.

The figures in his vision, in the clarity, presented as empty bottles. His hands trembled, his head pounded.

“I need another drink…”

“BAM!”

Gunshots, crashing, ringing in the streets at night heightening his awareness and blood pressure, as the “lub-dub, lub-dub” of his heart began to scream and screech as loud as his ringing ears, mirrored in the complete static overtaking his vision, the edges blurring. His hands were as pale as his face as he gripped the edges of the sink, his breaths labored.

Leon had to fight the invisible chains tying him down to his bed as he forced himself to get up and hobble to his bathroom, seeing his worn, weathered, weary visage in the fogged mirror. Fogged like his vision. The surface scratched and cracked to match the scars on his face. Strewn about the sink were medicine bottles, half empty, full, knocked over. Paroxetine, Sertraline, Aripiprazole, Hydroxyzine, Lorazepam, Alprazolam, Prazosin, etc. Disulfiram and Chlordiazepoxide prescribed in an attempt to curb his developing alcohol habit.

Some medications made a difference, but many did not. He must have taken the whole roster of some classes. The rattling of the bottle mimicked the rattling of his brain as he poured two pills into his hand, grimacing as they lodged in his throat, the bitter taste causing him to gag, mirroring him internally. Choking on the inside.

After he downed his cocktail, he looked into himself, eyes dark, sunken. He was struggling to recognize himself after these past few months…

…these past few years…

“Blip…plip…”

Like the water from the tap, was he too going to continue spiraling downward…into the gutter

#leon s kennedy #leon kennedy

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picavecalyx · 1 year

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I just sit here thinking about Silva's temporary life high. The only time she can actively take full advantage of it is during her Rainbow Rocket verse. Because her body is as a decent balance and she's had it enough that she's capable of actually taking advantage of the fact her mind and body are temporarily enhanced. But in the past? In her normal verses? It's essentially a delay on everything. It switches mildly between an extreme delay on practically everything...or an immediate action that she can't even stop until she realizes that she's already in it. Yes, she's in a state of--I can do anything!--but most of the time that "anything" is restricted by the fact that she just can't. Move. She knows, however, that as soon as she can move, as soon as she can run, her mind sort of goes blank, and she temporarily "blacks out" consciously. She's awake, but at that point it's strictly impulses controlling how she moves, how she acts. It takes an immense amount of restrain and focus to actually keep herself in that state of normal movement, rather than leaning into either complete stillness, or uncontrollable flight.

#study ;; beneath a piteous smile #verse ;; pokemon ;; beyond destructing and falling petals #tw: drugs #tw: implied drugs #<- not technically but life acts like it #flight or fight? more like flight or STAND AS STILL AS POSSIBLE

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funky--galaxy · 4 months

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This guy here is Simon. He has a LOOOOOOOTTTTTT of lore and is one of my favorite OCs, definitely my main confort one!

Basically, he's 21 years old, a very friendly dude, both nerdy AND geeky, is usually somewhat shy but once you talk to him, he COMPLETELY lights up and becomes super talkative. However, he can also be very stubborn and is EXTREMELY insecure and feels very ashamed of himself for pretty much every single detail about him. He has an INTENSE passion for specially internet things like ARGs and lost media, and also really likes to draw and to skate. He, however, works full time in a programming and an accounting gig, as well as some freelance on the side, so he doesn't have as much time as he would like to dedicate to his hobbies.

Oh! I should also tell you guys he's the embodiement of silicon! Yes, the actual chemical element. In this universe, the characters are a personification of the chemical elements in the periodic table and have little powers and special abilities relating to it, this lil dude just happens to be Silicon. His quirks are that he is immune to electricity and can (semi) conduct it via small impulses or bursts of energy, and THAT'S what he uses to program in the most basic of ways. Not only that, but he can essentially generate pure silicon with bare hands, and also convert one type of electricity to another (for example, if he walks a lot he can power a microwave or something lol). However, he can't store much energy, and, unfortunately, if his heartbeat gets too fast (be it due to nervousness, anxiety, anger, fear, surprise, any heightened emotion), he can just accidentaly cause an electrical burst that can be as severe as his distress, which is uncontrollable. And if it gets too slow... he can't really do anything at all lmao.

He is pretty much one of my 2 favorite OCs ever and I draw him almost on a regular basis ngl

Also...

OHHHH COLORS

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ktaraargon · 1 year

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The falling star shines bright (chapter 1 "Evaar'la adat" or "Newcomer")

Not the first time. Not the last time. He could again sense it. All around him there were wires and generators and lamps and droids... He knew where they were. Each and every. And he hated it. He hated the weaknes he was designed with. He hated that Kaminoans made him vulnerable. Why couldn't he be normal? Like many others, who shared their face? Why can't he and his brothers be normal? Why did all the gods, spirits or whatever was there decide that they had to go through this?

"Hunter, I assume that you are spiraling into more severe overload combined with..." Tech was near his bank and that broke something. He ran. He didn't want to be a liability to his brothers. He wanted just to be alone. Because of him they have failed the last simulation. Because of him they were scheduled to rerun it in two days, right after their 'personal training'. He was the reason his brothers suffered this much. He is not good enough.

"Hey, cadet, stop where you are!" that may have been a trainer or one of the older cadets. Or even a trooper already. He didn't care. He wanted to get to his safe place, where nobody would find him.

He was a coward may be, but he would hide there. His squad need a strong leader, not barely thinking body. Not good enough, but Kaminoans wanted results. So he was made the sargent. The squad of defects. And he is a liability even there. How would they ever be allowed to get out of here if they can't complete even the standart exersise?

Can't complete it because of him.

He is not good enough.

He is a liability.

Weak and pathetic.

But here in his safe place nobody will find him. Here he can cry out all the pain from his overload and all the feelings inside.

***

"But, jaieh! Was it really necessary to send me with you? Really, the clan could have taken care of me and other master would take me as a back up on missions."

Shaak Ti sighed. Kata was a good padawan. A really loyal, reliable, openminded and fast to learn everything she was given. But some of her impulses were uncontrolable. She was as good in negotiations as a mandalorian in a full armor. Well, the master reminded herself. The girl is a mandalorian, just without the armor.

"Okay. I want to hear your oppinion. Here and now, before we land." Shaak checked the timer. They had another hour before they will leave the hyperspace near Kamino.

The Kata turned on co-pilot chair to meet her master's eyes. She never let herself loose the other's gaze if she was sure in her oppinion.

"I have never understood why send here the head of shadow counсil. It would be much easier to coordinate the work of shadows from Coruscant. But then they said I must go with you. As if I couldn't do anything more then observe the training of troopers. Yes, I know that this task is important, but why shadows? Why two shadows one of whome is the head of all the structure?" Kata was not angry. She was just dissapointed with her task, "I don't understand, why I can't do what I'm better in. I'm not a healer or consular jedi. I'm half trained shadow. I'm not even your real padawan. I'm not patient and if it was a lesson for me to learn, there were many other ways to do it."

"Well, you were not told some facts. You based you words on what you knew, young one." Shaak ruffled her hair, "and you've done it quite good. But I know more than you and now could explain part of it."

Kata tilted her head to the shoulder as she always did if she was trying to find out the lost part of information. Togruti jedi smiled at her and continued, "there are 100 troopers that a stationed on Kamino thet we need to negotiate something with. Yes, you heard it right. Not Kaminoans, troopers. Alpha class Advanced Recon Commanders or just Alphas. One of them, Alpha-17 talked to master Kenobi on Geonosis and explained the abilities of his class. We want to use them as a help to our shadows. That's why council members have sent you here. Shadows need everybody now and you will operate with two of Alphas if we would come to an agreement with them."

"So... I would have a chance to proove myself... If they would allow me to try at least."

"Would it be something for you to do there? Now do you see the reason to be sent with me?"

"Now yes, but why did nobody tell me before I was sent here? I really can't understand this." She opened a file on datapad and then shoved it to her master, "I've been reading all the official papers kaminoans published about the clones... There are several... models they state like Alphas, standart, M2, compact units, commanders... Aren't clones identical copies?"

"Well, we are meeting with head scientist Nala Se. She might answer you questions."

They spent time left to prepare themselves to look like jedi. Kata never really wore jedi robes because she prefered what she called kute - snug bodysuit made of special elastic but strong material that protected her from temperature changes and stab wounds in fights. Also she explained it was a part of armor she never had. A part of what was sacred for her culture. But outer robes were her way to hide everything she needed to hide from those who saw her only as a jedi. Master Ti allowed her to be like this while they were alone. She never cared about apearance.

Their small ship broke the atmosphere after they stated their position as jedi general and commander. They were guided by air control to the private hangar of the smaller part of the building. Kata procided the landing protocols of the ship and opened the ramp from the main console, "After you, jaieh Ti." They were already waited by a kaminoan.

The place was... Sterilised would be the best word. Kata tried to get a feeling of the halls they went through, but never got any glimpse in the Force. Even her senses beeing enhansed by her DNA mix of human and togruta gave up here. There was nothing. As if they were the only one except droids in this place. Well, it was like this whyle they went through the small halls. As they entered a long galery they have had the first chance to see the clones. This galery had windows and went above the big messhall. Hundreds of clones were down there. Kata even made a small step to the side to have a better view. They were identical at first glance but through the Force they were so different... They were humans. They were... She couldn't find the right word in basic. But mando'a had it. Vode. They were something she has never seen before.

The cheef scientist was... Well she was just a kaminoan. Nala Se was calm and cold in the Force. Kata wouldn't say that she disliked her, but the way she spoke about clones was too much like people usually talked about droids. They were just numbers for her. Young jedi couldn't help herself but felt the fire inside. Clones are just too much like slaves.

"While we are sending already trained troopers out to the frontlines you can see here the cadets, who are still training. In critical situation we can ship out two oldest grades as they are already trained to perform basical maneuors and tactics." Mistris Se showed something on the screen as they entered her personal office. Kata was already not listening to their talk as she had to push throu spiked headache. It was just like when the Force wanted her to notice something. The lightning inside her became a storm, hitting her shields and making her less perceptive to the world. Until she allowed it to go throu her. Soon she felt what was needed. Slight move and she was stending near her master as they were told about the main models of clones. It looked like she was just interested in topic.

"So, they are not identical copies, are they?" her question sounded like it should, with pure curiosity of a teenager.

"We tried to accelerate useful trates of their DNA while also saving their template structure to ease as possible the care they would require in case of illnes or trauma."

"I see. Thank you for explanation."

Well, the first part was done.

They stayed there for about an hour for her master to negotiate all the questionable parts of the treaty. Jedi were allowed to interfere into training if it wasn't destroying the whole procces. Also master Ti was allowed to decide on troopers' assigments after they would be shiped to the front lines.

As soon as they were led to their quarters Kata put away her outer robs and took out of her backpack her gear for what she called 'exploration'. Shaak just sighed and gave her a portable medpack with some bactapatches, healing spray and other basic staf. It was something all the shadow knights had with them almost everywhere. Master knew her padawan and gave her permission to explore the facility a bit. Though exploration was more like infiltration.

"Just don't cause problems. We need to keep it quiet." Master watched as her padawan climbed up to the ventilation hatch.

"You know me, jaieh Ti," Kata lowered the grid to the floor and squirmed in, "ni ratiin gana dajun."

"Eno Dai veshah keelel mellu im tamah foh veshah keelel, padawan."

***

Well it was the first time Kata was pleased that this facility was almost sterilic. The was no dust in shafts. She climbed further from the quiet part of the structure to the part full of life and movement. it took her some time to find her way but now she could navigate through this system to some places like main training grouds, big messhalls, medbay (the last one was important to remember in case of injuries or need to restoc her supplies.

Also she started a map to remember the ways she could use if needed. Ret'lini. And she was listening. Listening to know what they were dealing with.

The fist conversation she overheard was between two man in one of the barracs.

"So, we are to be shipped out tomorrow, vod."

"Yeah, wanna leave this wet ball behind and see the galaxy."

"Do you know anything about our jedi?"

"Just that she is a good knight. Twi'lek. But Commander is from Shebse, so... Even if she is not good in war, we have a good chance to survive..."

Well, definetly Secura. Kata was not sure if she was a shadow knight, but Aayla was a kind one. They met because Kata was raised by a clan of shadows Aayla's master, Quinlan Vos, was a member of. They were never close because of age difference, but had sparred several times. She mentaly wished that troopers good luck and moved further to find some more intel.

She was checking another hatch when she saw two clones, who were different from the others. They were bigger, stronger, tanks if she could say that.

"Fordo, what is going on?"

"It's okay. Who is backing Seventeen up on this?"

"Maze. As it was with the other different kid."

"Rex grew a greate captain."

"I won't say anything. These guys are very good. But they are... Kriff, they are children. They won't survie to the decanting. Scientists are too... Excited to test them."

"Poor ad'ike."

"Yeah. If only it was possible to save them."

So. Some children were in trouble with scientists, weren't they? If those demagolke hurt children they were about to be at least very badly harmed. Or dead. But she will look out for it. If she could proove it, Master Ti would help. But they need also some blackmail... No, that is something she would think about later.

The next time she stoped to listen to the talk was between medbay and labs. It was a bit strange to see two not very, but young clones standing right near the hatch, quietly argueing. Though she was able to say they are clones only because she felt their precense in the Force simular to the others and yet different.

"Cross, we can't look for him all over the facility. We don't have access to some areas. And there is very low possibility we would be able to find him if he doesn't want us to find him."

"And I should let him hide until someone finds him and reports to kaminiise? Do you remember the last time he ran away like this?"

"Yes, and I remember his condition."

"I should at least try..."

"What we should is to stay low, so he would not have to deal with our mistakes after this breakdown. He would be in no condition to do it."

She silently moved away. This was... It was somehow important. The Force again pushed her to go as if she had to hear this and do something... Look for this cadet they were talking about? May be. The boys were about 14 standart at first glance, so they have one or two more years here. But why did she have to do something with it?

She made her way further, skipping the labs and heading to the last part of the facility. As she crawled through the shaft she felt cooler air and heard the sound of rain and waves. The sirface of the dome mast be close.

Throu thees noises it was barely audible. Quiet sobs, Someone was there. Someone was crying. Throu the Force she felt distress and fear and despair. Kata moved faster. She was led here so she had to help. The storm she felt inside was calming as she came closer. Well, if it was 'the will of the Force' she couldn't resist. And her mandalorian heritage was also a reason to help. Because there was a child.

She came closer looking at him. The boy was about her age or may be a bit younger. Then she stoped herself. He must be a clone. So seven standart or so. He was curled in the end of the shaft, near the grid, crying quietly. She felt all he was projecting. And this gave her a brief vision.

She, holding her two blades was standing back to back with four young men in not standart clone armor. Black and red and blue colours of it were somehow familiar to her. They were a team.

"We need to hold a bit longer! Master Kenobi in 5 minutes from us!"

"We should destroy the flying droids!"

"Good that we have still two working cannons, vod'ika!"

The one in black armor huffed and raised a sniper rifle, "Here we go! I'll top you today, Wrecker!"

The other one, with half white helmet chuckled, "Less talking, more fighting. We had to get to the canons before they will hit regs. Tech, hack them, we will cover."

Haran, she had no time now to deal with it. Kata cleared her head and sat near the clone, "Hey? Are you alright?"

"Usen'ye!" He whispered so angrily, "Leave me alone!"

"Nope. Not today." She sent a wave of safecalmquestion to him. Even non-forcesensetive become calmer after this. "You need help."

"Leave me alone." Now it was les fierce and more just tired answer.

Kata sighed and hugged him. Not that she liked physical contact with someone not close to her, but he definetly needed it.

"Sh... Udesii, ad'ika... Nu jorbe akaanir ni... Shhh... Udesii..." She war rocking back and forth letting him cry out everything inside. Soon his sobs died to deep breaths, "Better?"

"I..." He looked at her for the first time, "Who are you?!" He stambled back to the corner between the grid and the wall.

"I will not harm you. I just wanted to help..."

"Who are you?!"

"Padawan of the jedi master sent here to supervise the training of troopers. I'm Kata, by the way."

His eye became cold, "Can I go, commander?"

Well, that was... She felt his fear, but decided to let him be. She has done what she could.

"Sure, verd'ika. And I'm not al'verde."

He saluted with two fingers and craweld away so fast that she was amused. What was the reason for this? But she let the Force to guide her, because she had no other idea what to do with it.

***

It was half an hour since her padawan went on her 'exploration' when Shaak Ti felt two people outside their quarters. She was not waiting for someone, but decide to let them in. Not like the could be anyone dangerous enough to harm her.

Two Alpha class ARC's were a bit unexpected, but she needed to make contact with them anyway.

"Come in."

They obbeyed while being a bit uncomfortable. Jedi master smiled and showed them to sit on the sofa as she chose an armchair in front of it, "Why did you decide to visit me?"

"General, we... We officialy should introduce you to the troopers tomorrow but we need to talk to you now, while we hacked the cameras and this talk is secret... I know, general Kenobi told you about us, right?" The clone calmed himself fast.

"Are Alphas willing to help?"

"Yes, but we have one condition, sir."

"What is it?"

"We need your help with some troopers. Kaminoans want to decommision them, but they can be good ones if given a chance. Some of them may be better in not fight but maintence and other things..."

"So you just need my help with assigning them to the places where they would still be useful with their abilities..."

"Long story short, yes."

"Well, not like I would argue with your idea. I would see what I can do. Do you have a list of troopers who need this help?" Shaak sent a wave of calmhelpsafe to the Force.

"We have it, yes. Will get it to you as soon as possible."

"And what is bothering you?" She turned to the still silent clone.

"it's just... A good batch got stack with scientists. They have... Mutations that give them abnormal abilities. Boys are young but... If they continue like this they won't make it to the real war."

"Who are they? Designation, squad name? Yes, I know some things about your inner structure."

"They call themselves Bad Batch. No real designation or anything. They are CTs from 9901 to 9904."

"I will see if I can do something."

"Thank you, madam. Vor entye."

"There is no debt." Shaak thanked the Force she remembered the answer her padawan used for this frase even if in Basic, "We will discuss everything on both our work together and helping your brothers later. Can I just have your names?"

"Alpha-17 or just Seventeen," the first one saluted standing up at attantion.

"Alpha-26 or Maze," the other one repeated the gesture.

"I will remember. Now you should go. May the Force be with you."

As they left she took her com and sent a short message.

Yes.

***

Notes:

Mando'a translation: ni ratiin gana dajun. - I always have a plan. Ret'lini - just in case Vod - brother ad'ike - children demagolke - monsters (demagolka - monster, someone who commits atrocities, a real-life monster, a war criminal - from the notorious Mandalorian scientist of the Old Republic, Demagol, known for his experiments on children, and a figure of hate and dread in the Mando psyche) vod'ika - little sibling Haran - hell Usen'ye! - Go away! (rude) Udesii, ad'ika... Nu jorbe akaanir ni... - Calm, little one... No reason to fight me... verd'ika - little soldier al'verde - commandor Vor entye - Thank you (lit. I accept a debt)

Dai Bendu translation: Jaieh - master Eno Dai veshah keelel mellu im tamah foh veshah keelel, padawan. - May the force be with you, padawan. (literaly "Force be beside you when I am not beside you")

#OC Kata Aro #tbb #tbb hunter #tbb tech #tbb crosshair #tbb wrecker #shaak ti #alpha-17 #alpha-26 #Nala Se #The falling star shines bright

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