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sepherinaspoppies · 2 months

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Only If For A Night (i/?)

pairing: Dark! Book Aemond Targaryen x Modern! Reader

summary: In Dia De Los Muertos (Day of the Dead), she gets forcefully transported to Westeros and meets her favorite book character, Aemond 'One Eye'. She asks and begs for his help to send her back home after realizing this was a world she did not want to live in. Unknowingly to her, her favorite fictional man had already grown too attached to fully let her go.

warnings for this part: profanity, tea drugging, blood magic, sexism, I think that's it... more dark stuff later. READER IS LATINA !

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notes: originally I was gonna have this fic be a one shot but it is sooo long that I decided to split it into three. this is an introduction part, aemond will be on the next (I'm half way done with that part).

She knows she is screwed when Doña Maribel broke the news to her that the last of the cempasuchiles were completely sold out in her shop. Making it five flower shops in the span of an hour that she walked to have fully run out of the bright orange flowers she needed for her ancestral altar that she and her abuela worked tirelessly on for the past few days. (marigolds, grandmother)

She wonders what to do next or perhaps where to go as she plays with the gravel beneath her shoes. Sure, she could walk another mile or so to another flower shop and try her luck there just as Doña Maribel suggested but she finds herself too tired to venture deeper in her small pueblo by herself. (town)

Even the walk back to her abuela’s was not something she looked forward to as of now. This was the time where she wished she had the ability to drive but alas she could not for even the streets of Mexico were more hectic and nerve wracking than back at the states. (grandmother’s)

She sighs in defeat. The cempasuchiles were the last thing on her abuela’s list of things she required for tonight’s first day of Dia de Los Muertos. The bright orange flowers illuminated the path of those who died, back into the land of the living and enjoy the offerings their family’s set up for them. (Day of the Dead)

Maybe for just tonight she could spare them.

She sets her three mercado bags beside her as she sits down on a bench right next to a bus stop that could lead her directly to her abuela’s home. The smell of citrus of the lemon tree above her eases her disappointment and feels that this is the perfect spot to reread one of her favorite books. (shopping)

George R. R. Martin’s, Fire and Blood Vol. 1. She wondered what it was like to reside in a world of dragons (before they were all extinct), dire wolves from the North, red priestesses from Volantis, and mysterious yet powerful witches. To live inside the walls of the Red Keep and tour around the secret passageways and to fight for the rightful Queen of Westeros, Rhaenyra and the other members of the Blacks during the Dance of Dragons.

Sadly, even if it was possible to venture deep into alternate fantasy universes. It all was pure fiction. Not real. Impossible.

‘And so one-eyed Aemond the Kinslayer took up the iron-and-ruby crown of Aegon the Conqueror, “It looks better on me than it ever did on him,” the prince proclaimed.’

“Excuse me, do you happen to know when the bus is due to arrive?” She snaps her head up meeting the most beautiful and enchanting woman she’d ever seen. Eyes round and greener than the trees itself during spring. Hair long and black like ravens in the night sky. She was tall, taller than most of the women here with skin like porcelain that had not seen a day of sun, a rarity here in Mexico.

It was her mischievous tight lipped smile that made her feel loss of words. Unknowingly, this mysterious woman was the first person who spoke to her in English, not Spanish.

“Umm… I- I’m sorry?”

The green eyed woman smirked as if she knew the small effect she had on her. Gods she was beautiful.

“The bus–”

She shook her head out of her revere, coming to reality. “Oh, I’m not sure. Perhaps a few more minutes.” She informed, pulling her mercado bags closer to her side, allowing the green eyed woman to sit, not wanting to be rude.

She murmurs a quick thank you as she sits exceedingly close to her, shoulder to shoulder, flesh to flesh with her. Jeez, talk about personal space! However, the woman doesn’t seem to care or acknowledge that she has enough space for her own person. A feeling of uncertainty rests below her gut, telling her to be vigilant around her presence.

“How long have you waited?” She asks, breaking away the long silence between them. She almost shivers at the intensity hue of her eyes that bore right through her.

“About ten to twelve minutes.” She replies, looking anywhere else but her.

A satisfactory look sketched around the woman's youthful yet elderly face which she found odd. What could be so pleasing about the bus not arriving? The woman said nothing, only sitting rather straight, almost elegant in her simple long green dress. Though, in the back of her mind, she wondered if she felt hot underneath the heaviness of the velvet fabric. She sure as hell did.

“Wait, how did you know I spoke english?” She asked as the hairs on her arms stood up straight in some kind of chilling fear.

The woman’s eyes lowered and centered on the object sitting up on her lap. “Your book gives it away.” She snickered softly, tilting her head reading the bold letters of her very worn book she got at the thrift store for just two dollars. “An interesting read.” The green eyed woman said whilst her face held no sincere fondness of it for someone who found it interesting.

“You’ve read this before?” She asked curiously, little taken back, that she finally found someone else who read Fire and Blood Vol 1. Or anything by George R. R. Martin.

“Yes, almost like I've lived through it”

She opens her mouth to speak but the green eyed woman beats her to it. “I don’t mean to pry but where are you headed?” The smile falls off her face as she remembers the warning of stranger danger she learned as a kid.

The woman must have noticed the dubious look upon her face as she threw her head back in a laugh. “I ask because it seems a storm is coming our way. And it looks like an angry one.”

Sure enough, as she looked up the sky had turned into a deep gray with heavy clouds ready to pour any minute. Well this wasn’t forecasted in the noticias this morning, otherwise, she’d carry an umbrella. Or better yet, she wouldn’t have walked all this way if a storm was brewing. (news)

“My cottage is not very far from here,” the green eyed woman revealed, standing up from the bench, overlooking the seriousness of the clouds. “It is just around the corner. Would you like to come?”

She wanted to say no, that she was better off walking an hour back to her abuela’s house, even if it meant that she’d catch a cold in the pouring rain with blisters all over her feet. Besides, she did not know anything about this woman. Every bit of her mind screamed stranger danger! Don’t go!

But as she glanced between the heavy clouds and the green eyed woman with her hand extended out, all that doubt and worriment went away.

“I don’t even know your name,” she pointed out. If all goes bad, at least she had a name to tell the authorities.

“My name is Alyssandra Riveras.” The green eyed woman smiled, bowing at the waist.

Though still somewhat skeptical, she walks alongside Alyssandra to her cottage. She makes small mental notes in her head, counting the red stop signs, right and left turns and any other landmarks of important significance.

She was almost positive she could point her way back home. It did not help that five minutes into their journey, it started harshly pouring out of nowhere like a bucket of water had been poured all over, blanketing her vision.

Alyssandra’s cottage had sat on the outskirts of the pueblo, isolated from all civilization, hidden around tall and green pine trees. A faint voice in the back of her head screamed to run and never look back. She ignored it.

From a close distance, she was able to distinguish a small window with overgrown vines and branches wrapped around the perimeter of the cottage. Bones, bells, and crystal windchimes hung from the roof and windows, mostly likely put up for some kind of spiritual protection.

She was no stranger to the craft. Although raised catholic, both her mama and abuela had hung an old broom above their doorway to keep away unwanted guests and negative energies as well as pinning the mal de ojo sigil around the walls for the look of evil and envy against their family. (evil eye)

“Cempasuchiles,” she murmured in awe when Alyssandra’s small garden came into view. It was the most of the orange flowers she had ever seen, all bright and lively and huddled together.

“When the storm is over, you can grab as many as you’d like,” Alyssandra offered, peering over her shoulder, unlocking the door to her cottage. She nods following her inside whilst giving a grateful smile.

The interior of the cottage was small, meant only for one person to take residence. The same size as what a studio apartment would be back in the states.

In no way was the inside minimal, in fact it was the opposite. Almost all of the walls were covered with shelves with small trinkets adorning inside such as little statues, crystals, herbs and other supplies.

In the center of the room lay a huge stone like table, old and antique bearing the resemblance of something medieval. And something about it, sent shivers down her spine along with the same faint voice, telling her to run.

She ignored it, again.

“Give me your belongings, and change into this,” Alyssandra says, tossing a strappy white chemise. She exchanges her poor-soaked mercado bags that contained pan de muerto, churros, and tamales for her ancestral ofrenda. (bread of the dead, offering)

She turns around to protect her modesty, seeing as there was no other room to change nor did Alyssandra point her to the bathroom, so she lifts the drenched garment over her head and sheds away the last clothing she had on her body, leaving her completely bare in her birthday suit.

She couldn’t help but to feel Alyssandra’s eyes watching her very intently, examining every inch of her body as if it met her standards or so. She knows she should use her hands to cover up and give Alyssandra a piece of her mind, or better yet introduce her to a knuckle and hand sandwich for the way she was looking too closely.

Yet her body feels frozen, unable to move under the green eyed woman’s gaze.

“Would you like some tea to keep you warm?” Alyssandra asked, moseying to the kitchen.

She blinks, whatever paralyzing feeling she had dispelled away. “Um, yes thank you.” Alyssandra nodded, pulling what looked to be a kettle on the stove. Meanwhile, she slipped on the white chemise in a hurry to not feel as exposed anymore.

She takes the time to analyze the rest of Alyssandra’s cottage as she hears the droplets of rain hit the rooftop harder and the sound metal being filled with water. Various of the same purple flower plants were placed near the entrance, she notes to herself that these couldn’t possibly be lavender but another species or something within the same family.

A small cot laid in the corner close by the hearth, with multiple open ancient books and scrolls spread on top of the bedspread. She almost wants to look through the pages and read Alyssandra’s interests but she doubts she could as she observes the handwriting is unreadable from where she stood.

She walks forward to where the hearth is, feeling slightly warmer as something immediately catches her eye. Above the mantle, hung on the wall was a medium sized portrait of a small boy, appearing no more than three years old. He stood straight, almost regally with his hands behind his back. His face held no gentleness or warmth like a child should have.

Gods forgive her, but the child looked cruel like the gueritos who bullied her in elementary school when she was just trying to make new friends. (white boys)

Though, for an evil looking child, he sure was beautiful. The most striking thing about him was his set of eyes. Wide with his left eye a dark violet and his right a dark green similarly to Alyssandra’s. His hair was straight and cut short right below his ears. She looked closer at the portrait, thinking if her eyes deceived her as she noticed the peculiar color of the boy’s hair.

Silver.

Curiosity takes the better of her as she asks, “Is that your son?”

Alyssandra turns, holding two mugs of steaming tea. “Yes, that’s my beautiful little boy,” She places both glasses on the stoned table before she sits adjacent to her. It doesn’t go unnoticed by her the sad look on Alyssandra’s eyes. “He looks like you,” she points out though it’s somewhat of a lie in hopes to lift up Alyssandra’s spirits.

Alyssandra throws her head back in a chortle, “For all my hard work and labor, I had hoped he looked like me but nature loves to play its cruel jokes. He is a replica of his bastard father.” The thought of her son’s father left a sour and disgusting taste in Alyssandra’s mouth.

Alyssandra focused her attention back to her, “What about you?” She asked, sitting rather too straight.

“Do you mean if I have kids? Gods, no.”

Alyssandra smirked, “I take it you don’t like the idea of children. I did not either but after years of solitude, I changed my mind. I had other children before my son, but all of them died before they were due. You, however, are still young. Your mind can still change.”

She shifted in her seat anxiously, sipping the odd taste of the herbal tea Alyssandra provided. It wasn’t like she did not like children. She respected children and found them quite cute with their little tiny hands and feet and infectious laughs. But besides the point of appearance, children were a tremendous amount of responsibility that she found herself not ready for.

Not now. Not ever.

She could barely handle taking care of herself. Much less care and provide for a child for eighteen years or so.

“I don’t—”

“Oh but you will,” Alyssandra fired back without so much as blinking an eye.

She grimaced, knowing where this conversation was heading. And it was about to be a not so pretty one. She glanced at the window by the door, the rain was still heavy if not more.

“I thank you for giving me shelter. But I really must go. I was only just supposed to be out for some groceries and my abuela is probably wondering where I am.” Polite and respectful enough just as her mama taught her.

She grabbed her belongings that were hanging by the fire and stuffed them inside her mercado bag. Her hand was on the cusp of prying the door open when Alyssandra rushed to her side, wrapping her hand around her wrist.

“Wait. Please don’t go.” Alyssandra pleaded, “It’s just that you remind me much about myself. I didn't mean to cause offense, I’m sorry.”

Run. Say no and run now, While you still can…

There it was again that same paralyzing feeling closing in on her feet, preventing her to move. It was strange like a shield gluing both her legs down.

She nodded, murmuring ‘fine’ under her breath as Alyssandra slowly led her back to the woven chair with such gentleness as a porcelain doll. “I still need to call my abuela, so she can know I’m alright.”

Alyssandra twisted her face in a wince, “I’m afraid we’re too far out for any signals to catch a telephone call.” She held back the overweening snicker to herself, it was why Alyssandra chose her cottage to be settled this far out in this very modernized realm; so no one could find her.

Alyssandra wasn’t lying. No matter how hard she hit her Iphone against her palm or moved it around, there had not been a single signal bar glowing. She wondered if her abuela had started to grow worried and perhaps began to search for her. She hoped she didn’t and that her cousins kept her preoccupied with the rest of the decorations to notice the duration of how long she’d been out. She also wondered if they were still going to the cementerio, to clean and decorate the graves of their loved ones but with the amount of thunder and rain, she’d doubt it was still on the agenda. (cemetery)

Alyssandra prepared some more tea as the fire gradually faltered down. This one had a different taste than the previous one with tiny purple petals floating around. Alyssandra watched very intently as she sipped every last drop while she scarcely touched her own mug.

The green eyed woman began asking her multiple personal questions, mostly about where she was originally from (due to the fact that her vocabulary deemed to be more vehement in English than Spanish), her family, and if she had any siblings. She had answered them all. Letting her know that she was just visiting from the states to celebrate Dia de Los Muertos with her family she had not seen since the death of her sweet abuelo. (grandfather)

Alyssandra’s eyes glimmered even more when she explained how strangely, her very stern and overprotective mama had suddenly let her travel by herself to a country she had never been to in years since she was small. Her mama preferred her to be where she could keep a close eye on her because ‘uno nunca sabe’ especially if you’re a woman. (one never knows)

It was odd, alright. Especially when her mama gave her money that she didn’t have, and enthusiastically wished her good fortune on her travels. Yup odd…

But not to Alyssandra.

Alyssandra sat down after cleaning both mugs ready to ask the hard hitting questions she’d been warming her up to. “Have you ever been with a man?” Her eyes widened before breaking rounds of deep laughter that made the sides of her ribs ache and cramp.

However, there wasn’t an ounce of amusement displayed on Alyssandra’s face, but rather annoyance. What was so funny? It was a simple and uncomplicated question that meant no harm. At least not to her. He couldn’t harm her any more here. Alyssandra guessed perhaps it was the side effect of the tea making her humoristic.

“No,” She replied, wiping the humoristic tears at the corner of her eyes. “The opportunity has never presented itself?” Alyssandra asked.

All the humor that previously lingered had gone swiftly away, realizing that Alyssandra was indeed asking something so personal to her. “No,” She shook her head, feeling her face hot and red. “People don’t look at me as someone they want to be with. They’d rather be with someone exciting, adventurous, and outing. And I’m neither of those things. I’m a homebody who’s idea of fun and adventure is living through fictional books.” She answered truthfully, too truthfully.

Alyssandra watched her face transform into a deeper shade of red. “What is it?” She questioned, taking a hold of her hand, taking in the role of someone empathetic.

“I want my first time to be special. Like the fairytales I grew up reading about with the grand Prince sweeping the young maiden off her feet and taking her to his castle…” The way her eyes reflected small flashes of light made Alyssandra almost feel guilty for her true intentions once the repercussions of the tea ran out.

She remembers when she too wished for a dashing knight in shining armor to take her away, far away from the shit she had been through; the pain, the suffering, and the poverty. All of it. As Alyssandra grew well into her womanhood, she realized there was no knight coming to save her. Instead, there was a selfish Prince who spared her for his desires and her many talents beyond the acts of the flesh.

But Alyssandra needed her to go. She needed that piece that was stolen from her. She didn’t want the risk of going back and facing him again and repeating through the hell and agony he put her through. So sending her for it seemed like the better alternative.

“I know you probably think it sounds stupid–” She stammered, her face still beet red.

“I don’t think it sounds stupid,” Alyssandra softly smiled, giving her hand a light squeeze. Judging by the serene look upon her face, it was a good lie that she seemed to believe.

She smiled. Finally, someone who didn’t think of the idea of waiting for the right person was silly and unrealistic.

Her smile deterred, sensing something trickle down her nose, dropping against the skin of her hand.

Blood. Her blood.

Run!

“Alyssandra?” She whispered, puzzled at the sight of more blood spilling out of her nose. Every strand of hair in her arms stood, sensing a new type of alertness course right through her. She glanced at a very blurred Alyssandra with what looked to be a smirk written on her face.

“W-What’s happening?” She stood from the chair, but that soon turned out to be a bad idea as her knees gave out, sending her straight to the stoned cold floor. She glanced up, watching as Alyssandra sauntered in front of her, and as much as she wanted to crawl away her body was glued to the floor.

“Look,” Alyssandra said, crouching down at her level before she took her in her arms like a newborn baby, weighing little to nothing. “We don’t have much time. When you wake up, I need you to retrieve something of mine…”

She felt her back collide on top of the stoned table, “What was in that tea?” She questioned but Alyssandra was quick to shush her. “It doesn’t matter now. You drank it all willingly.” There was no argument there.

Alyssandra pulled out a jar with overflowing cempasuchil petals inside and circled the petals around her. Almost like a ritualistic circle she used to watch the brujas next door do. (witches)

“You need not to be afraid. You will not be harmed as long as you do what I say. Exactly as I say.” She gulped, nodding seeing as she had no other choice. “Bruja.” She spat but Alysssandra only chuckled, “I’ve been called much worse, little dove.” (witch)

Through the corner of her eye, she saw Alyssandra holding out a small knife. “I am in need of a sapphire. It was stolen from me many years ago. It is one of a kind, which is why when you see it you’ll know it is mine.”

She momentarily shut her eyes as the dark haired woman rapidly cut the middle of her palm spewing her blood on top of the petals. “Once you’re successful, you’ll come back here with the sapphire and gather some of my materials. The marigold petals with your blood coating them; The blood of whom you took the sapphire from and lastly you’ll lay on top of my precious table here to be transported back.”

There was an evil smile on her lips that she desperately wanted to punch it off. “And if I don’t get the sapphire?” She questioned.

Alyssandra combed away her unruly braided hair, “Then I won’t bring you back and you’ll be stuck there forever.”

Fuck.

“Stuck? Stuck where? Where am I going?”

Alyssandra clicked her tongue, “A place where fairy tales do not exist, my little dove.” If she wanted a Prince to sweep her off her feet. Alys would gladly give her one.

She attempted to wiggle herself out of this pendeja’s spell but whatever Alyssandra mixed in the tea it was compelling her body to still and her eyes to slowly falter shut in a peaceful sleep. (dumbass)

“However I should warn you, this spell is only valid until tomorrow. Until Dia de Los Muertos is over and even if you do achieve in retrieving the sapphire but it is after November second, you'll be permanently trapped with him.”

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jewish-vents · 14 days

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I am about ready to scream at goyim going "imagine if a country that was mostly one religion committed genocide other than Israel! imagine any other country being that awful!" I AM JEWISH AND CHOCTAW. My people have been massacred, forced off our land, raped, beaten, killed, death marched down to Oklahoma, forced into residential schools, been denied tribal membership and access to the reservation (and our own fucking culture) for being too light-skinned, Christians came in and beat and killed and raped everyone trying to practice our ancestral religion, Christian charity was contingent on you being willing to go along with Christianity, the government that has its' boot on our neck to this day is Christian, and goyim really want to act like NO ONE religious has ever done anything bad other than (((some people)))?! Choctaw women are STILL raped and beaten by police at four times the rate of white people and you know what the dominant religion in the state it's being done is? Hint, it's not Judaism!

Do you know why my ancestors converted, goyim? It's because the only people who ever offered them any kindness or support who weren't asking them to give up their language, culture and way of life were Jewish. The only people who agreed being forced off of your land and death marched to Oklahoma was fucked up were Jewish people. The only one who would let my great-great-great-great grandfather work for an honest day's pay and pay him the same amount they would a white person was a Jewish man. When white people wanted to take my great-great-great grandfather and his sister and put them in an Evangelical school to indoctrinate and mistreat them, it was a Jewish woman who straight up lied to them and went, "oh they're not Native, they're my kids, actually! no need to take them anywhere, they're not Native, they're white, the father of my bastards is just tan from working outside a lot!" and thus kept them out of there. They converted because they saw the love of G-d and it sure as shit wasn't from Christians!

And people see me and they think, "oh, he's not white, so he must not be Jewish. I can say antisemitic shit in front of him" and it makes me want to go fucking feral. Do they think I just forgot why my ass is in Oklahoma and why I can speak English and Yiddish and not fluent Choctaw? Do they think I forgot who gave my family a plot of land to live on when my ancestors were declared too light skinned to be allowed to live on the reservation while also not being able to return home because white Christians had built a town atop the ruins of my people's land? Because it wasn't you, Karen. You would have been saying Native kids were better off at a residential school and we both know it! We know it because you're fine hating a minority if you just have something you can spin into an excuse and you're fine dehumanizing people if the opportunity presents itself. "Imagine if any other religion-" I don't have to imagine. I'm in Okla-fucking-homa, Karen!

I've been observant all my life but this has switched it from 'lazily observant' to 'digging my heels in and being as Jewish as humanly possible' for the same reason I work my ass off learning Choctaw despite the obstacles: white goyim do not own me and I do not owe it to them to conform to their culture and expectations.

Am Yisrael Chai Akostininchi li Yisrael

(yes I know how to say it in Choctaw, my parents embedded that in my psyche, even if the rest of our knowledge of the language is spotty)

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ficklecat · 2 months

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Hatake Clan Lore

I cannot for the life of me remember if I ever posted my Hatake lore head canon but it's been bouncing around in my brain so fuck it here we go -

WARNING: long post ahead, all of this is head canon and none of it is based on anything other than conjecture and ✨vibes✨

also not that I anticipate this but people get touchy about this stuff so - if you disagree with me so strongly that you feel the need to yell at me about it, please save your energy; I literally cannot express to you how disinterested I am in engaging with that kind of thing it's just anime you'll be ok pookie

Clan History

Before the First Shinobi War, the Hatake clan was a largely pacifist group unaffiliated with nation or creed. They started out as nomadic but eventually settled into farming & hunter/gatherer communities across the Land of Fire. Though they had no kekkei genkai develop, they did have some persistent clan traits that were easy to spot. Particularly, ancestral traits of early people would remain dominant through generations instead of recessing, such as sensitivity to smells and seasons, characteristics like coarser hair, sharper teeth, longer nails or limbs, and instincts that aligned with the native fauna. This allowed them to live in harsher conditions than the newly settling villages and clans, gave them the ability to self-sustain and develop natural affinity for the wilds of the elements, and eventually, aided in the use and presentation of various chakra natures in some of their clan members.

The Hatakes were small in number and fiercely independent of other clans and families, despite being extremely tight-knit in their own communities; they were not necessarily unwelcoming, rather, they lived very differently from the newly forming clan powers, and were not interested in the quarrels of man. However, due to their reluctance to ally and the growing strains between larger war clans and families, they didn't stand much of a chance when major conflicts began to arise.

When the first war finally began, the already sparse farming and hunting communities of the Hatake clan became widely dispersed as lands were torn up in battle or claimed by other families; they were displaced or absorbed into warring clans over time - some Hatake had already been taken in by the Senju, while some sought refuge with the Uchiha, only to face each other on the battlefield and recognize their clan members in the heat of battle - the wild hair, the piercing eyes, the way they would fight with teeth and claw and kunai over complex justu or weaponry.

By the time the first war ended, there were very few Hatake left to remain in tact as a clan. Many had died in battle, some had renounced their clan to assimilate into the powerful Senju or Uchiha, and the scarce few that remained had to make a choice - let their clan die out with them, or integrate into another.

Thus began the efforts of the Hatake to affiliate with the growing Inuzuka clan - an ally of the Senju but still independent of them, this clan had roots in the Land of Fire's villages already, and their affinity for canines and comparable clan traits and practices made for an easier approach than some of the more "domesticated" families. Even still, the reluctance of the Hatake to fully submit to the 'new world' and lose their precious way of life was enough to keep them at arm's length from the Inuzuka, their need for freedom clashing with the Inuzuka's desire to serve the new developing nations and hidden villages. As such, the remaining Hatake began to dwindle into disappearance, until there were only a handful left.

Kakashi's Family

This bit is also fully personal head canon and an idea I'd always wanted to turn into fic but could never get right; works better as a hc anyway -

By the time Sakumo and his partner, Hoeru Inuzuka, had Kakashi, the Hatake clan was gone, either fully absorbed into the Inuzuka by way of marriage or willing induction, or killed in action during the Second Shinobi War. Sakumo, along with Sakumo's elderly uncle, Kama Hatake, remained alive around the time of Kakashi's birth. Kama had sustained significant injuries during his service in the war, and had been in decline ever since, unable to recover. He never married and had no surviving family apart from Sakumo, but was extremely close to his nephew and Hoeru, particularly during her pregnancy. Hoeru herself was a fierce matriarchal member of the Inuzuka, but had deep respect for Kama and the Hatake clan's heritage - after all, despite their small size and initial reluctance to integrate, the Hatake had become a major part of the Inuzuka clan over generations, and had helped their clan to grow into a foothold in the Hidden Leaf Village.

Kama himself did his best to impart the importance of keeping their clan's memory alive in Sakumo - he would share stories and techniques passed down from his own uncles and parents, grandparents, elder clan members who had long since passed. He shared the importance of their preserved weaponry like the tanto or the kunai - highly usable, compact, and versatile for farming and hunting as well as in battle. When Hoeru was pregnant, she and Kama would spend a lot of time together, in the garden or inside reading when Kama's health began to worsen. Hoeru insisted he promise to live at least long enough to see the birth of their child, and Kama made good on this promise.

He died three days after Kakashi was born, and in his honor and out of a deep love for Sakumo, Hoeru made the choice to allow her son to keep his Hatake clan name. She and Sakumo planned to teach him the important history of their clan, and how both the Hatake and the Inuzuka had come together to help keep their wild spirit alive.

Unfortunately, Hoeru's death when Kakashi was still an infant left Sakumo heartbroken and hopeless. With his dear uncle and the love of his life both gone, being the last remaining member of his clan aside from his son brought him immense and crushing grief alongside his already significant battle with depression. Still, as the years went on, Sakumo did his best to teach his boy about their clan, and about the importance of belonging while keeping the memory of precious people alive. But the excommunication following that one fateful mission brought the final blow to his despair - and with everyone turning his back on him, with no clan, no lover, and no family, he lost the battle to his grief, leaving the only remaining Hatake clan member to be his son, Kakashi Hatake.

#WOOF this was WAY longer than I thought it would be oopsie daisy #anyway this is my unnecessarily intricate Hatake head canon lore #hope you enjoyed it #yes I am insane #Hatake clan #inuzuka clan #hatake clan lore #naruto headcanons #naruto meta #kakashi hatake #sakumo hatake

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Ohhhh if you’re taking writing prompts how about enemy chefs to lovers Polin?

Before I get into this, let me clarify that I am of the belief that if they don't try to kill each other at least once, then it's not enemies to lovers. Now that that's out of the way, this gives me an idea. Also partly inspired by @thekatebridgerton post of the siblings being embodiments of the 7 (8) deadly sins.

Penelope grew up in a family where every generation, one child would be born to be eaten by the gluttonoust demon whose domain bordered her family's ancestral lands. Well technically they were raised to be the one who cooks for the demon but when it always ends with them being devoured instead it doesn't really matter does it?

Typically, this role should have been taken on by the second born, Penelope's older sister Philippa, but instead, Penelope's mother had convinced her father to make Penelope the sacrifice instead.

"You're smarter than your sisters," Portia had told her the night it was announced. "Clever. If any of you have a chance of killing the demon it is you Penelope."

From that point on, Penelope learned how to make different dishes from things like mince pies, biscuits, and her personal favorite eclairs. She knows how to prep all different kinds of meat from farm raised animals to game to fish. She knows which fruits are ripe and which still need time. Portia made sure Penelope knew how to use a knife and which plants mixed well for flavor and which would end a life if mixed together.

"Remember, Gluttony will always want to consume more," Portia would remind her daughter. "There is no such thing as never enough."

Finally, on the day of her 18th birthday, the day came where Penelope would present her first meal to the demon. She decided to go with a fish covered in a basil and lemon cream sauce. Some roasted potatoes and vegetables. A loaf of dark bread, wine, and mixed berry eclairs for dessert.

All that was left was to bring it to the forest and pray he eats it instead of her. Carefully, she packed everything into a basket. She had to be at there by sunrise after all.

"Pen wait!" Penelope's youngest sister, Felicity, called out. The eleven year old ran down the stairs with a package in her arms.

"Litty!" Penelope exclaimed. "What are you doing awake? The sun has yet to rise."

"I wanted to give you your birthday present," Felicity said, holding up the package.

Penelope set her stuff down and carefully opened the gift. Inside was a beautiful set of kitchen knives. Every single one sharp and ready for use. "Oh Litty."

Felicity hugged her sister. "The blacksmith promised me they are extra sharp. So maybe, maybe you can come home soon."

Penelope hugged her sister tighter. Even if she could get rid of the demon it wasn't guaranteed she live too.

"I'll try," Penelope promised.

That seemed to be good enough for the eleven year old as she gave Penelope one last hug before waving her off.

In the forest, where Penelope was to meet her new master sat a table directly over the border between her family's lands and the demons. It is where her relatives in the past have presented their first and often times last meal to the demon of Gluttony.

It is where Penelope sets up the meal as the first rays of light spill across the land behind her. It is also where Penelope sees her new master for the first time.

Gluttony honestly looks like any other man Penelope has seen, a rather handsome one, but still a man. Penelope would put him at around 6 feet with dark chestnut hair and green eyes. His beauty, though, screamed dangerous to Penelope. Like a poisonous snake whose pretty colors serve as a warning to the venom they carry.

Now that snake sat across from Penelope at the table.

"Ah are you my new mortal?" Gluttony asked.

Penelope bowed her head. "Penelope Featherington, my lord."

The demon picked up the fork Penelope placed and dug in. He let out a moan tasting the food. "Delicious, and thank you for not poisoning it like some of your other relatives."

Well that's one plan Penelope shouldn't rely on.

Gluttony bit into the eclair. "Are you not eating?"

Penelope shook her head. This had to be some sort of test, right? Gluttony doesn't share. "No, my lord, I know sharing food isn't something you do."

Gluttony's eyes lit up. "I don't share huh?"

Penelope found herself on her back, staring up into green eyes. A piece of the eclair was being pressed into her lips. The same piece that Gluttony held in his own lips.

What is he doing? Gluttony always wants more so what is he getting more of out of this?!

Penelope found herself frozen on the grass. She tries to command her hand to reach for anything that can help her. She can't breathe. She opens her mouth to take a deep breath, but that only entices Gluttony to push the eclair further in.

Penelope felt her hand brush against her basket. Somehow, she reaches inside and grabs the handle of one of Felicity's gifts. Her grip firmly secured Penelope plunges the knife into the demon's side.

Gluttony, still on top of Penelope looks down at his side.

Oh shit. Well, she's definitely getting eaten.

"Lord Gluttony I-"

Penelope is cut off by the demon's chuckle.

"Gluttony is my sister," the demon said, looking back down at Penelope. Without even flinching he pulled out the knife. "I'm Wrath."

Penelope's eyes widen. "But the food-"

The demon Wrath only smirked. "I'm a growing boy, and you mortals have such delicious food."

Colin grinned down at the little mortal underneath him. Oh, she had no idea of the courting ritual she just initiated by stabbing him. He's going to have fun playing with her.

#bridgerton #polin #the cook and the demon #colin bridgerton #penelope featherington

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queers-gambit · 1 year

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Kin Slayer

[ part two ] [ alternate ending two: Sweetest Devotion ] [ series masterlist ]

prompt: war wages and in the Riverlands, it ends as it began - with him.

pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!wife!reader

fandom: House of the Dragon

word count: 6.8k+

note: two parts 'cause final 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

Kasta's roar of alarm vibrated the entire island, circling in the air twice, then descending to your ancestral home - tears still leaking down your cheeks as the storm raged its war over the sea. It was dangerous to fly in such violent weather by every sense of the word, but you could not remain in King's Landing another moment; escaping back home to the comfort of your mother.

You rushed into the dark castle, soaked to the bone and shivering, explaining to the guards that you needed to see your Queen mother immediately. They nodded and lead you to the throne room, where you huddled to the floor by the fire in an effort to warm your numbed fingers. The night was cold and quiet to let the storm ring clearly in your ears, and midnight slowly passed.

Yet, it wasn't enough to drown out the last words you exchanged with your husband, heart weeping as his absence already created a hole in your heart. You felt guilty for wanting to be with him, yet you were only parted an hour or two - tops. Yet it felt like an ocean was between you, setting adrift the moment you learned of Lucerys.

You just wanted to go back to before today.

Suddenly, your mother burst through the doors with such force they banged into the walls; calling your name, and making you stand on wobbly legs. "Oh, my sweet girl," she rushed for you and the moment you were in her arms, you were both sobbing relentlessly. "Oh, you're home - oh, you're safe, and you're home," she held the back of your head tightly, petting soothingly. "Thank the Gods."

"Mumma," you whispered, pulling back, "I-I have to tell you something horrendous."

"So do I."

You offered her a curious look, "What're the odds they are the same message?"

"Tell me yours first," she nodded, taking your hand in hers, but neither of your tears ceased.

You braced yourself, explaining, "There's been a grievance in the family. An-And I'm afraid I know the details of it."

She stood still as you rolled your lips between your teeth before revealing the fate of your little brother - then, just naturally falling into a sobbing mess as you explained to her what happened after.

• King's Landing // the Dragon Pit // hours prior •

Your eyes refused to look at your husband while your mind raced with confusing options. He had asked you to stay, and while a part of you wanted to accept, you knew you truly couldn't - not after everything that had happened, not after all he's done.

So, after a few moments of stony silence, your voice whispered, "I can't stay here, Aemond. Our respected families need us now, and we've both obligation and duty to them."

"What about duty to our marriage?"

You nodded sadly as you had weighed that same question, eyes raking over the dirt floor. "You threw that out the window when you decided to pursue Luke on dragonback. I did not do this to us, you did, and this is something you must deal with on your own. I don't think I can hold your hand through this because the idea of you ever touching me again makes me feel physically ill. To stand at your side loyally feels like the greatest insult I can offer Lucerys."

"Sweet girl, please," he begged in a soft whisper - and let it be clearly known that Aemond Targaryen did not beg.

"I can't," you whispered back, feeling something split down your heart - but you had to do this. "You destroyed this marriage when you let your dragon eat my baby brother. I can't fix this mess of yours, Aemond. I can't support you through this - I mean, how the fuck am I supposed to stand at your side in court when they know you killed our kin and started this war? How am I supposed to look at you?"

He sighed, "So, what do we do, love?"

You wanted to scream at him not to use pet names anymore because it made your heart hurt worse. "We do nothing," you said instead, swallowing thickly, "because I need to go, I need to be away from this cursed city. I can't stay here anymore, I can't stay with you, and you know that once you deliver the news, your family would never let me out of the Keep again."

You heard his shuddering breath, "I am to lose you? This easily?"

"Easily?" You scoffed. "You killed my brother - you lost control. This was not an easy decision but your actions are forcing me to make it."

Aemond frowned, "Please, let me make things right between us."

"You can't," you sniffled, moving as quick as your belly allowed. "I must go, I can't stay."

"It's storming, what if you waited?" He followed you to your feet. "Sweetheart, please, just wait!" He followed you as you made a beeline for your dragon out of sheer panic. "Just let the storm pass, do not leave now - "

"I cannot," you whipped around on him. "Do you not get it? I can't stay with you, I can't be around you! You said you would help me - so help me now. Stand aside and let me go, there is nothing left for us to salvage. There is genuine shock that I have not slapped that stupid fucking face of yours. I love you, I do, Aemond, with my whole fucking heart and I'm so sorry it came to this, but I can't stay here - not with you. Not anymore."

His tears fell uselessly, something you've rarely ever seen before. "I can fix this," he promised in a wobble. "Please, let me try - I know I can fix this, sweet girl. Y-You just - please. You just have to stay and let me try."

"You cannot," you sighed, "because there's nothing left. Not for us. I cannot repeat myself all night - "

"You cannot think that to be true!"

"How can you think different!? What is left, Aemond!?"

"Our love!"

"Our love has withered under your desperate need for revenge! And now, my brother is dead and my mother's going to war against you and your family. When Green fights Black, I am not needed here but rather with her!"

"You're wrong because I need you," he snapped. "I cannot be without, please, do not go, my love. Do not take my child, do not take your love, I need you."

"Aemond Targaryen doesn't need anything from anyone, and if I stay, I'll only ever hate you for keeping me trapped," you whispered. "For whatever it is worth, I have enjoyed our time together and I do love you - more than I've ever loved before, and often times, more than I loved myself. It pains me to leave, believe me, but it would kill me to stay, and right now, I can only do what's best for me - not you."

"What about what is best for us?"

"That is not what's best for me! Are you not listening!? Do I speak a language unknown to you!?" You snapped, hearing Kasta growling with warning. "I am sorry, Aemond, I am. This shouldn't have come to pass, but now that it has, we cannot ever go back."

He shifted and lifted his head, staring down his nose at you. "Do you mean to say that should I ever see you again, it will be in battle?"

You shrugged, "Less my mother spares me." Your hand moved to your swelling womb, holding it securely. "But it is not in her nature, and you've just shattered her world into ruins. I have no idea what I'm walking into - "

"So stay here!"

"I will suffer if I do!"

"You know I would protect you, but I can't if you're gone! Who is to say you wouldn't suffer going back to your mother? Huh? How do you know this is right - why is it so farfetched to think we can recover from this? My love, please - "

"Because, for the last time, you killed! My baby brother!"

He took another breath, "You will not stay?"

"I cannot."

He nodded sadly, slowly reaching to gently caress your cheek, "Then good luck, wife. Do not take this the wrong way, but I will pray we never meet again."

You smirked sarcastically, "Least now, you're free to marry the Baratheon Bitch."

His jaw clenched and he looked away from your reddening gaze, finding your tears overwhelming to your mind, body, and soul. After exhaling, he finally agreed, "All right, I will stand aside and you... You can leave," he gulped. "For what it's worth, I love you - now and 'til my death. Nothing is going to change that."

"That's nice for you," you whispered, "because it's all changed for me. Your actions are making me think that this was all you wanted all along. I'll remind you, my hand was offered as compensation, yet you still childishly pursued revenge. Now, the only thing I can think, is that this - our relationship - our marriage - was all a lie."

"You know it wasn't," he argued heatedly. "Do not say that - do not think that, you know I love you. You know it was all real."

You nodded, "Then I guess it won't stop hurting, will it?"

"I'll write if it does," he whispered, looking away from you. Then, his mind made up and he reached for the back of his neck and unclasped the golden Warrior pendent you gifted him for his nameday. "Take it," he nodded.

"I don't - "

"You gifted it to me to keep me safe," he whispered, chain dangling from his grasp. "Please just take it. It will give me peace of mind to think you're protected... Let this succeed where I have failed." You mutely took the chain from him, careful to avoid grazing his skin, and kept the pendent in an iron-locked fist. "Go," he whispered. "Before I change my mind."

You scoffed and turned for Kasta, climbing into her saddle, and urging her out of the Caves - leaving Aemond behind in a cloud of rising dust. And on the way out, you realized you left your heart behind, but there was no room for heart in war. You didn't go back.

• Dragonstone // present •

Rhaenyra frowned as she listened, trying to use her thumbs to swipe your tears away, but more fell and rendered her powerless against the avalanche of your emotions. You stuttered and sobbed, skipping certain details in your recount, but then collapsing into her arms.

You admitted your guilt. Your pain and worry for him, how you longed to have him back. How you wanted nothing more than for this all to be a farce - some terrible nightmare.

You asked her why this had to pass - repeatedly wondering where it went wrong, why the Gods would do this, and how to move forward.

Questions your mother did not have answers to.

For the first time since you were a small child, you had gotten in her bed with her; snuggled deep in her embrace as you both mourned for Luke. And you also grieved for your marriage and husband - but your love for him was greater than your guilt, making it all hurt to a suffocating level.

Your mother had kicked Daemon out of bed, but one look at your face had him shuffling from the room and leaving you both some privacy. She let you unload your heart's pain, and before you knew it, you were dozed off with your head tucked under her chin as her hands toyed with your long hair.

Yet, she laid awake. Her mind raced. Ideas, thoughts, notions, and strategy all filtered in and out of her brain; never shutting off, never allowing her rest.

When her daughter rose, Rhaenyra was still awake and admitted, "I don't think I can do this, my sweet girl."

"What d'you mean, Mumma?"

"T-This war," she trembled. "I do not know if I have the strength. We have already lost so much, I don't think I can risk more."

"Your family has the strength," you assured softly. "Joffrey will need you now more than ever, and when word reaches Jace of Luke's demise, I fear for the retribution he will want. Yet... Daemon had a point, we have more dragons than they do, and you now have both Meleys and Kasta. The Green's have Vhagar."

"Would you think me foolish if I promoted your grandparents to war generals?" She asked quietly, stroking the hair on the side of your head, gently pulling it back over your shoulder.

"Not in the slightest," you assured. "Should anyone have more cause than us to wage war on the Greens, might be Princess Rhaenys."

She nodded, "I fear you might be right."

"You are not alone in this," you assured, grabbing her hands. "I have come home, and I know I cannot ease the pain of Luke's passing, but I can be here to ensure we are as victorious as possible."

"You might face Aemond, my girl."

"I considered that," you nodded, laying your hand over her own; pressing her palm to your cheek. "I came here, anyways."

"You did," she nodded with a sniffle, leaning in to kiss your forehead. "You're always here when I need you most."

"I'm sorry it took me so long," you teased, hearing her chuckle through tears. You both eventually rose from bed and dressed for a new day, and just as you were exiting the castle, you were met by a hurried Daemon.

"Quick," he ushered you both, "it's Joffrey."

"What?" You demanded, taking your mother's hand as you both hustled to where you had seen Daemon come from. But no words were said as the young boy was trying to urgently fight off the few guards present and mount his dragon. "I got it," you sighed to Rhaenyra and Daemon, to Princess Rhaenys and Lord Corlys as they arrived; squeezing your mother's hand before letting go and jogging towards the guards. "All right, all right, hey, hey, hey," you took control of your much smaller brother. "That's enough, Joffrey, hey!"

"No!" The little boy sobbed, thrashing in your arms. "I-I have to go! I have to go! Luke needs me! Let me go!"

"My love," you forced him to turn to you as you took a knee, "believe me when I say there is nothing we can do about Luke now. I'm so sorry, my boy, but he is gone." Joffrey began to sob, your own tears brimming. "But you hear me now," you nodded, smearing his tears from his cheeks, "I will not let his death go unavenged. The Greens will pay for what they have done to our family."

He nodded sadly and dropped into your shoulder, making your guilt heighten after years of being apart. You feared for the time you all had left, leaving a kiss on his forehead before scooping him up onto your hip - which was no easy feat.

He was small, but not that small. Yet, you made it work.

However, Joffrey giggled lightly as you tickled his tummy lightly and moved back to your parents; your mother smiling fondly at the pair of you. "To war, then?" You nodded with a smirk, making her face fall in shock as you stepped away with the tearful boy.

Daemon actually felt something in his heart burst and realized it was unbridled pride, turning to watch you walk down the hall; head held high, shoulders back, arms holding your little brother, and though it was invisible, the weight of the world slowly crushing your spirit.

But you were both Targaryen and Velaryon, and you would no be so easily broken.

To say you were Daemon's secret weapon was an understatement. Just after Luke's death, you and he mounted your mighty dragons - where Kasta was now bigger than Caraxes - and flew for Harrenhal. It fell without bloodshed due to only fear after Caraxes landed and Kasta hovered so close over the castle, that each beat of her wings sent trembles through the castle.

Jace had been successful in rallying allies, and soon, the Blacks felt at an advantage. Yet, the scorn from Luke's death was felt by all and while you returned to your mother's side for whatever she may need, your step-father sent word to King's Landing for retribution - citing a son for a son. There were those who lingered in the darkness who had found loyalty and trust in the Prince of the City.

Blood and Cheese was dispensed at Daemon's orders and you would never know the extent of the damage done 'til much later. The Queen Mother Alicent was bound and gagged and after the murder of her hand maiden, the Queen Heleana arrived with her three children to say goodnight to their grandmother...

By the end, only the Queens and two children survived the ordeal.

Your heart felt at war once again after learning of the Prince Jaehaerys' demise; feeling as if you should have been there to either prevent such an attack, or at least comfort your sister-by-law after naming one son to die, but another was slain.

This lead into a vicious blood feud that spilled over into the countryside and through small folk. Banners were raised and battles started; leaving the Riverlands in the control of the Blacks first. Your Grandsire Corlys also commanded the waters of Blackwater Bay, strangling the business of merchants to the Capital City. With rejections coming in from seemingly everywhere, Aegon was surely shitting on the Throne.

So much so, he apparently sent his man, Ser Arryk, into Dragonstone to impersonate his twin brother, your mother's Queen Guard, Ser Erryk. Yet, you were the one who found the two bodies - twins, slain by one another - and raised the alarm.

Though you had once thought to be on the advantage, Aegon was an impatient little bastard and the attack on Rook's Rest left your mother pacing with nerves.

"Send me, Mother," you nodded, chin lifting. "Kasta's big enough to handle this."

"Not a single chance in Seven Hells - "

"With respect, Your Grace," your Grandmother, Rhaenys, stepped up, "but she would not travel alone. Together, with Meleys and Kasta, we would stand a chance."

She sighed, "I don't like it."

"You don't have to like it, Your Grace, just give us leave," you nodded.

The silence echoed around you as she weighed in her mind the pros and cons of sending her only girl into war. Her pregnant daughter.

"All right, you might fly to the Lord Stauton's aid," Rhaenyra relented, "but you're not to engage in any fight! Do you hear me? I will not risk you or the child."

You chuckled, "Kasta does all the fighting for me, Mother."

"I'm not kidding, my girl, you are there for show - not as muscle. Let your dragon's presence be enough."

"And if they attack? Is she to flee?" Rhaenys asked.

"Yes," your mother snapped. "Your Queen demands it."

You bowed your head, "Yes, Your Grace."

She sighed and stalked up to you, taking your cheeks in her hands. "I need you, my girl. But I need you to be careful more."

"I will, Mother," you promised, hands over hers. With an encouraging smile, you parted ways.

With a new set of golden armor adorning your body with all black clothing underneath, you and your Grandmother mounted your dragons - shimmering gems of emerald and copper - before taking another look at your home. "You will return to see this place again," Rhaenys promised you in High Valyrian. "I will see to it, sweet girl."

You only nodded before encouraging Kasta to the skies with Meleys following right behind. They both flew with ferocity towards Rook's Rest, praying to the Seven you weren't too late. However, when you both arrived, you were shocked to fly over the fortress and swerve Kasta to the side when a spear was launched through the air - just managing to cut past your ear.

"SCORPIONS!" You alerted your Grandmother, trying to avoid the hail of arrows over you both. You and Rhaenys evaded the pointed weapons with relative easy; where the Scorpions could only fire once, in a single direction - and your dragons could dip and dive through the sky. "Fuck," you grunted, lowering yourself to the saddle when archers took aim at your body.

Kasta roared when you grunted in pain, an arrow embedding itself in your thigh to pierce into the saddle bed.

You heard Meleys give a responding roar, and together, the two dragons flew overhead of Ser Cole's Green Army, both you and your Grandmother shouted in union, "DRACARYS!"

The men beneath you all screamed in agony as fire devoured them whole.

You were cutting through the air when another battle cry rang out, the beating of wings heard right after, and in the short distance, you saw both Sunfyre, Aegon's dragon, and Aemond's dragon, Vhagar, flying directly for you and Rhaenys.

"Go, you need to go - get out of here, my girl, please! Go now!" Rhaenys begged you, hovering over the smoking fortress.

"It's too late," you refused, tears springing to your eyes as you met her gaze. "This is why I came home, you need me, Grandmother," you told her in High Valyrian. "I will stand with you."

"Vhagar is too big for us, you know this," she panted in fear. But then, an idea struck. "Stick to the smoke and make it look like you're deserting me. Only then, you attack from above."

"Grandma," you refused.

"Go, please, it's our best chance," she nodded, and for a moment, you didn't notice the pain in your throbbing thigh.

"I love you," you told her through emotion - refusing to cry in the heat of battle. But it was hard not to, especially when something in your stomach told you this battle was far from over.

"I love you, too," she promised, "now, go on, please."

"To the skies, Kasta," you nodded, holding tight as the dragon gave a roar and flew higher in the sky - making sure it looked like she was in retreat before the hanging smoke in the sky ate your form.

To Aegon and Aemond, it looked as a retreat and both men focused on their intended target - Princess Rhaenys, the Queen Who Never Was, and Meleys, the Red Queen. They seemingly stood alone.

A thousand feet in the air, the battle began. Teeth and claws, roars of dragons, and the clashing of flesh echoed to anyone alive on the ground. Bodies thundered together and jaws snapped; leaving the ground to spray lightly with dragon blood.

You had to admit, Meleys gave both dragons one helluva fight but they still overpowered her - and you saw your chance. "Now, Kasta, down - onto Sunfyre!"

Understanding your intentions, Kasta dove down so fast it made you cling to your saddle with your chest pressed to her neck, and just as her claws deployed, Kasta gave a bellowing roar of battle and latched onto the golden dragon.

You heard your husband scream your name above the fray, but the momentary distraction proved useful for Meleys - who latched onto Vhagar's neck. Four dragons collided together in the sky, two Black dragons keeping their Green prey in their clutches.

Sunfyre was whipped to the side with half his wing missing, and the golden dragon soared through the air to slam into both Vhagar and Meleys - sending everyone careening to the ground.

"RHAENYS!" You screamed, sending Kasta to the ground after her. You had to hover for a moment as the mushrooming dust settled; first seeing Vhagar, who looked unharmed, before searching until you found the Red Queen. You panted through your tears when you located Meleys at last, but the dragon was no longer moving. "No, no, no, no, no," you begged, landing with a thud that could've cracked your neck before using the momentum to swing from the saddle - breaking the arrow off in your thigh.

You landed on unsteady feet, limping to where the body of your Grandmother laid, crashing to your knees when you reached her. You pulled her head to your lap with shaking hands.

"Oh, Gods, no, no, no, no, not you, too, please, no, stay with me, Grandma, please, please, y-you're gonna be okay," You begged her broken body, blood smeared over her mouth, nose, and dripping from her ears. She was bruised, burnt, and covered in ash and soot. "Grandma, please, please, yo-you have to get up. Okay? We have to go, all right? I have to get your help, please, get up. W-We have to get back, y-you-you need Maesters. I need to help you, please, you have to get up." A sob broke through your lips, "You have to get up - please!" Then, a broken whisper, "Please."

You heard footsteps behind you but didn't turn because Rhaenys was smiling at you. "My sweet girl," she whispered, a bit of blood bubbling from her mouth, her hand raising to your cheek that hovered over her face in tangible worry, "it is done. It's over, this is my end. You have to let me go, my sweetest love."

"Please," you begged again, holding her in your lap.

"I only have one request of you, my precious, sweet granddaughter," she sniffled, briefly choking on her words and blood.

"W-What? What can I do? Grandma, please, how can I help you?"

She swallowed thickly, coughing after to send another spray of blood over her lips and chin. "T-Tell Kasta I want my end in fire," she nodded. "Do it, please. I am in terrible pain, sweet one. D-Do not make me suffer any longer, my girl, please."

"Do not ask this of me," you begged softly.

"You're the o-only one," she coughed again. "I'm so sorry," she whispered, the strength in her fading - but not fast enough to save her from suffering through this pain. "I love you."

Through your rapid tears, you assured, "I love you, too. I will see you again. And I will make you proud, I promise."

"I already am," she whispered. She paused for a moment before smiling sadly, "You look so much like your Father."

"Tell him I miss him everyday," you whispered.

Your forehead met hers in a solemn goodbye, being forced to leave her at the base of her dead dragon's belly. You limped backwards, her eyes never leaving yours, as Kasta's head loomed beside your body once you came to a halt. You shook your head at Rhaenys, but after an encouraging nod, your voice cracked, "Dracarys, Kasta."

It was quick and painless as fire enveloped the Princess Rhaenys' body; your knees giving out to send you into the dirt in a fit of desperation. Your arms wrapped around your belly, swollen with child, and just sobbed uselessly.

The fire did nothing to Meleys' body, but it burnt your Grandmother beyond recognition. Though, because of location, you knew everyone would know it was her. You heard careful footsteps and your name being spoken softly, knowing who it was at once.

"This is gonna kill us all, Aemond," you whispered, staring at the smoldering remains of your father's mother. "No way we all survive, th-this is - this is madness!"

Slowly, Aemond lowered himself onto a single knee beside you. "I'm sorry for your loss, for what it's worth."

You nodded sadly, "She was a good woman... Who did right by everyone despite never receiving their respect in return."

He agreed, "She'll be gravely missed."

You sniffled, looking around at the smoke as your throat cleared. "Right, so, uh, how exactly does this work? Am I to fly Kasta to King's Landing, or will you set her free? Hitch her to Vhagar? Kill her here?"

"What're you talking about?"

Your eyes met his own for the first time in months, "Isn't that the way of war? To take prisoners? Or do you intend to do away with my life now?"

Aemond's brow furrowed, "How could you think that of me? No, no, I will not take you prisoner and I won't be killing you."

"Today, at least," you sighed. "What of your brother?"

"Sunfyre is grounded and Aegon's been knocked out," Aemond revealed, "he looks pretty battered."

"Why're you here, then? With me?"

"I had to make sure you were all right, love, and when I saw Kasta land, I just... I had to make sure," he admitted, sighing after as his own gaze drifted. But then, he saw and voiced, "You're bleeding. Gods, love, y-you're hurt!"

"Huh?" You muttered, looking to your burning-with-pain thigh. "Oh, right," your throat cleared, "curtesy of Cole's archers."

"You should get home, get that cleaned and treated."

"Why're you doing this?" You demanded, too tired to physically fight but you'd still instigate the shit out of him. "Huh? Why? Why're you letting me go? Why'd you come check on me?"

"I told you - I needed to make sure you were all right," his head shook. "I know it's hard to believe, but you're still my wife, and I've loved you for years. I will not so easily abandon our union, nor the love I bare for you."

You shuddered a breath, "You should not care, Aemond. 'S been months - "

"A hundred and four days," he nodded.

"Aemond..."

"Bit over three months," he sighed. "I can do nothing but count the days since I lost you. There is little else my mind lets me care for when you are not beside me."

Your tears fell, again. "Let me go," you whispered. "You and I are both on different paths in destiny, Aemond, but if today was any indication, this war is going to destroy us both. Mind, body, soul."

"It has already taken you from me," he scoffed, "there is little else I care for."

"I wish to every God everything was different," you nodded, "but it's not, and we can only go forward. But you and I both know there are obligations in times of war that we cannot avoid, no matter how much we try. The next time we meet, we will not be so lucky and we'll have to face one another."

"I won't fight you," he refused. "I could never - "

"You'll have to," you frowned. "Now, go. Your boy-King-brother needs you, I'm sure."

He glanced around at your dragon and frowned as his eyes drifted back to your injury. "I will help you first, you cannot climb with your injuries."

It was the first time you were acutely aware of the injuries, aching from the clashing of bodies through smoke and soot. Aemond's arms were tight around you as you grunted while climbing to your feet, holding onto him for a moment as you stabilized yourself.

"All right?" he checked in a whisper. You nodded stiffly, and together, moved for the rope ladder of Kasta's saddle. However, just before you could reach for the ladder, you felt Aemond's hands drift to your swollen belly. "And the babe? Please, at least tell me that."

"I think they're okay," you whispered, leaning on Kasta's hide for a moment. "I will write if anything changes."

He sighed, "You've two months to go, yes?"

"About," you nodded. For a moment, you allowed yourself a moment of vulnerability and turned your back flat on your dragon to face your husband. Your hands held his in place, letting him crowd into you as you whisper, "I think they miss their Daddy's voice."

He smiled gently, "I miss you."

"You've no idea how much I miss you, too," You admitted with tears in your amethyst eyes, nodding, "but war takes all, there's never a true victor."

"Come home with me," he insisted for a moment. "Come back to King's Landing, let me protect you. W-We'll feed information around that I took you captive so your mother doesn't think you've abandoned her, but please, let me be there for you through the rest of this. Let me... Let me meet our child, please, my love."

Your head shook with a sad smile, "Why can't you come with me? Surely, between you and I, Vhagar and Kasta, we'll win, and this can all be over. Please, Mother is rational and between she and I, we can convince Daemon. We can be together, have our baby, be a family like we deserve... Aemond, please, come away with me," you begged when his gaze dropped from yours."

"You know I cannot," he whispered.

"Don't leave me," you begged quietly, and in that moment, Aemond's heart had stitched itself back together just to ice over and be shattered with a hammer.

"Aegon is hurt, my love. If he does not wake from his severe injuries, I-I will be asked to sit the Iron Throne for the interim."

You nodded with understanding, hating the words on your tongue, "Then this is goodbye... Again."

He sighed, letting himself shuffle closer before lowering his forehead to your own. You paused to breath him in; the rancid smell of burnt flesh the only thing your nose could register until he was crowding into you. "I have another impossible request," he whispered.

"Speak it."

"Might I kiss you?"

"Aemond - "

"Three months without you and you say the next time we meet will be our last," he rushed. "Let us have this last moment before we're both torn between obligations. Please," he begged gently. "I miss you, my pretty girl, please, grant me this one privilege. I miss my wife."

"It will only hurt us more," you felt your resolve crumbling, and he saw it; hand stroking the side of your face.

"If this is our last moment together, please," he whispered. "I cannot fight you, I can only love you. Let me kiss you, wife - "

But you cut him off by rocking onto your toes and pressing your lips to his. His hands moved to quickly hold you against him, mind registering the feel of you again, and letting the kiss grow in passion. It slowed into something languid; speaking without words what the other means to you both.

How much you loved each other. How badly you would miss him. How sorry you were for the coming pain.

"I love you," you whispered against him, his hands holding your cheeks. "And I-I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry, Aemond, I-I wish this was different," your breathing turned ragged from your weeping.

He nodded against your forehead as they rested together. His fingers pet over the loose strands of hair that had been pulled free of your braids, pecking your lips again before whispering, "I wish everything was different, too, and I'm sorry for all I've done. This was never my intention, to see us on opposite sides. I love you, too, sweet girl." With a sigh, he whispered, "I will wait for word of the child's birth, hmm?"

You nodded, "Any name recommendations I should know?"

He chuckled, "So long as they are healthy and you are happy, I want for little else."

Your frown was deep. "I need to go..."

"Do not," he tried again, pulling back to look at you in full. "Please, come away with me."

"Go where?" You chuckled.

"Pentos, Essos, I'll even settle for fucking Braavos, but anywhere not here," he rushed in something you understood to be panic.

"Hey, hey," you whispered, pressing into his chest, "you need to breath. You and I are needed here, we cannot desert our families."

"What of us?" He demanded, grip turning possessive. "Hmm? We deserve to meet our child, raise them. We deserve time together - "

"We had years - "

"It's not enough," he finally broke, holding your cheeks between both palms to bring his forehead to your own. A single tear rolled down his cheek, streaking through the soot on his face, "It's not enough, love, please, 's not enough."

"It never will be," you agreed, holding his wrists. "Please stay with me, don't leave."

"Daemon would have my head."

"We will convince them all, and if not, we will go to Essos, I swear it. Just don't leave us."

He whimpered lightly and cradled you into his chest.

It took another ten minutes before Aemond was sweeping you into his arms to lock your arms around his neck and legs around his back. You clung to him as he climbed, Kasta growling with distaste but understanding you needed the help and she was much too big to handle on your own.

Aemond sniffled and set you to the saddle, pausing to ensure you were safe before letting a hand caress your jaw to pull you back into his chest. "Until next time," he whispered.

You replied by giving him a final kiss, nodding at him in thanks before he climbed off the emerald green dragon. You sniffled through your tears as the dragon wasted no time in turning and taking for the skies again, the only thing to follow, that, of Vhagar's roar.

For a moment, you half expected to feel the beast's teeth - but your husband never pursued because you had apparently really injured Aegon in Kasta's attack. He needed Aemond's attention now that you were gone, never knowing that he stood in his spot and watched until he could no longer see the Great Emerald.

When you got back to Dragonstone, you rushed with a limp for the strategy room - ignoring the maids, guards, and servants that tried to halt you. Pushing open the doors, you revealed the war council and your mother - who shot out of her chair in alarm.

"My girl," she rushed for your bloody and soot-covered form. "Are you all right? Oh, Gods, what has happened?"

"I carry news," you distracted yourself. Your eyes met your Grandsire's and after patting your mother's hands, turned to approach him. You swallowed, "Grandfather?"

"Sweets?" He nodded, using your (long forgotten) childhood nickname. "What's wrong? Where is Rhaenys? Where is my wife?"

You nodded, "It was an ambush, Grandfather. They knew we would come. First, they fired arrows and long bows and spears at us from Scorpions. None but one really landed," you glanced to your injury, his eyes following to find your entire trouser leg soaked with blood and a small, circular, fleshy wound. "But the worst came w-when Aegon and Aemond rode into battle on Sunfyre and Vhagar."

"No," Corlys shook his head.

You swallowed, "The Princess Rhaenys and I strategized best we could and took them on. It was in vain, I'm afraid, because in the end, despite grounding Sunfyre and injuring Aegon, Meleys laid dead w-with your wife." You decided he didn't need to know about your final moments with her. "I could not retrieve them because of the boys... But I know Rhaenys and Meleys to both be dead, and I should be, too..."

"No," he swallowed, pulling you in for a tight hug. "No, no, you are here and exactly where you need to be. I am so relieved you are all right. Y-You need a Maester, sweets. Come."

"I really need a hug," you whispered, feeling his arms tighten. "I'm so sorry I couldn't protect her, Grandfather. I'm so sorry for this loss."

"It is not your fault."

Slowly, you both started to let tears loose in gut-curling sobs but it was short lived. You were directed into a chair so your wounds could be cleaned (learning you also had a broken femur and a few shattered ribs, plus a broken collarbone), watching your Grandfather rage at your mother.

The Maester checked the babe first, and you never noticed the curious look on his face.

Corlys blamed Rhaenyra for Rhaenys' death and cited that it should have been Rhaenyra and Jace on the frontlines - that you, as a pregnant woman, should never have gone, and that this was not his wife's war no matter how your mother tried to spin it.

You did not know how it ended because you were escorted to the healing rooms - and the Maester put you on bed rest until your babe was born.

You grew annoyed the longer you laid there, appreciating the visitors that came to pass, and only learning of rumors. Apparently, following the battle, Aemond and Cole had taken Rook's Rest and brought back to King's Landing both Lord Stauton's head, and that of Meleys.

You felt angry at the desecration of the dead dragon, but knew the Targaryens often saved the heads of the mightier dragons to worship their skulls; a constant reminder to never forget. However, this time, the head was used to inspire the smallfolk of the city; where the head of the Red Queen inspired both fear and admiration for their Protector of the Realm, Aemond Targaryen.

[ part two ]

[ alternate ending two: Sweetest Devotion ]

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Omg can I ask 9 with Echo??? Love your works 🖤

So sorry for the delay! I went with Bad Batch Echo for this! Please let me know if that was the wrong version to go with!

Echos disguise is based off of the ‘droid’ disguise he had in the bad batch when Hunter sold him!

Echo x Reader

"You're mine tonight, and that isn't ever gonna change."

Echo watched you flit around the ballroom in a gentle flurry of silk material. You were in your element. Born to a Senator and now following in her footsteps. One of the younger senators in the senate and one of the more outspoken against the war and the use of clones as fodder. How he’d ended up as your bodyguard was still a confusing mystery for him. One day he was working with the batch in the outer rim and the next day he was being shuttled off to Coruscant for a special assignment. That was over a year ago. Now he stood to the side of the room, disguised as a droid, watching you speak with countless other members of the Senate.

You were beautiful, a shining light in the darkness of his life. You welcomed him with open arms when Fox presented him to you. Happy to finally be working next to a clone. Cause that’s what you two were in your eyes, colleagues. Not a bodyguard and his charge, but friends. You’d told him as much in your first meeting too. Never once did Echo feel like you looked down on him, even with his special looks. He’d watched you stand up to countless sexist senators, defend him and his vod with passion, and help those in desperate need of help. Even now, when others were here at the banquet to have a good time, you were here to be the voice that so many desperately needed. While others were drinking and laughing, you were arranging medical supplies for families on the outer rim affected by the war.

Brown eyes watched as you forced a laugh at some joke spoken by the senator on your left. Echo had seen you laugh countless times and had made you laugh as well. That wasn’t a true laugh, that was your ‘I’m doing this for the sake of my program. You’re making me uncomfortable and I’d like you to go away but I can’t say that so instead I’m gonna laugh’ laugh. He watched as the man raised his hand to the small of your back and he seethed. You didn’t like being touched by people you didn’t know and seeing as this guy wasn’t moving his hand, it was time for him to step in.

“Oh, I firmly believe that this program is important. Children and families are being completely uprooted from their ancestral lands because of this war. They need our aid to help them survive.” With a shift of your weight, you tried to pull away from the man’s hand that was trying to stroke your back. You wanted to vomit from his touch.

“But do they require as much aid as you are requesting? Surely if we continue to simply give them everything, they will not survive on their own.” The Bothan senator crossed his arms as he stroked the long fur on his chin.

You fought the sigh that tried to escape your lips. This was always the hard part. So many didn’t care about those in need, they just feigned caring. “Part of the funds you’d be contributing would b-“ you coughed as a hand suddenly grabbed your ass. Did this guy really think you’d suddenly fall for him because of that? You turned to say something to him when you heard your favorite voice.

“Please refrain from laying hands on the Senator.” Echo moved the hand from your ass before sliding between the two, becoming your barrier. “Continued assault will result in removal from the premises.” He spoke in an almost monotone voice, trying to mimic the speech patterns of droids.

It made you smile the way he always seemed to perfectly time his sudden appearances. Just when you were about to go off on someone and probably look bad, he’d step in and save ya. It was hard to think about your life before him or even possibly without him now. In a way, you loved him being around. He made you smile and laugh and feel safe. Sure, safety was the main point of his job. But there was a difference between being safe and feeling safe. Echo made you feel safe and warm. You watched as eyebrows raised around the group at his remark, a few of the senators spoke to their assistants in their private languages.

The male senator seethed at the droid blatantly outing him. “And just what are you!”

“This is EC-HO. My bodyguard and assistant droid.” You patted his shoulder with a pleased smile. He’d definitely be getting thanked for this later.

The Bothan Senator tilted his head in surprise. “Interesting. I have not seen this model before. Is it new? Where did you acquire it?” He reached out to touch the droid but found his hand moved away.

Your hand went out and blocked the Senator from touching Echo. “He is a prototype designed by an acquaintance of mine. As you can imagine, he is very valuable to me.” Dropping your hand, you gripped Echo's wrist gently and squeezed it twice. The signal that you were ready to leave.

“Fascinating, I would love to discuss this droid with its creator. Perhaps you could give me their contact information.” The Bothan looked over EC-HO closely. He was very human-like.

“My creator wishes to remain anonymous until my design is finalized.” He returned the two squeezes, letting you know he understood.

Releasing his hand, you grasped both of yours in front of you. “There are still a few kinks that need to be worked out.”

Echo was so thankful for the make covering his reddening face. How dare you mention his kinks like this. “Madam, it is almost time for your call with my creator.”

You nodded, the hitch in his voice caught your attention. A smile crossed your lips as you tried not to let the blush on your cheeks become obvious. “I’m sorry, I must be going.”

“Perhaps I could escort you back to your room, Senator. It will give me a chance to properly apologize to you.” The male senator tried to live around Echo but found himself blocked once more.

“Thank you for the offer.” A hand was placed on Echo's upper arm as you prevented him from grabbing the Senator. “But I must discuss some important details with EC-HO. Goodbye.” Not waiting for a response from him, you made a speedy exit from the ballroom.

-*-

By the time you’d made it back to your room, it had begun to downpour. The balcony doors had been left open in your suite and the sweet smell of flowers and rain filled the room. That was one thing you loved about visiting Naboo. No matter what kind of weather the planet was experiencing, it was beautiful. While Echo secured your room and checked the adjoining room, technically his room, you made your way to the balcony to enjoy the rain.

The rain soaked your cream gown within moments, your hair sticking to your skin and your heels beginning to slip. You began to reach down to pull them off but found Echo already there. His real hand slipped around towards the latch on your pink heels. “Thank you, Echo.” A content sigh leaves your lips as you lean against the railing and feel your shoes slide off.

Echo ran his hand up your leg as he slowly stood, his fingers gliding across your smooth skin. “Of course, Mesh’la.” He pressed into you from behind as his lips found your shoulder. “Have I told you enough how beautiful you looked tonight?”

A shiver ran down your spine as his lips sprinkled kisses up your shoulder and onto your neck. “Just once more, my love.” Your head fell back against his shoulder when he pulled his teeth across your soft skin.

“You look absolutely stunning tonight. Especially right now.” His scomp slid forward and rested against one of your breasts. The darkened skin of your nipples almost visible through the soaked fabric.

“I bet that senator would say the same.” You felt him squeeze your side tightly, a growl leaving him as he ground the bulge in his pants against your ass. “Perhaps we should ask him to come in, so we can discuss his thoughts.” His grip became even tighter and you let out a pleasure-filled moan.

He knew you were doing this to get a rise out of him. Just like when the slit of your dress flashed his clone number tattoo that you had on your upper thigh at him while you were walking down the stairs earlier. You’d purposely bought the high-slit dress to tease him. “His only focus was fucking you because of how sexy you are in this dress.” His lips wrapped around the skin between your neck and shoulder before he sucked, a lovely mark being left behind.

“Too bad I’d rather fuck someone else tonight.” Stepping back, you rubbed your ass against his bulge. An airy moan left his lips, making you chuckle.

“Mmmm, that’s right.” His lips moved up to your earlobe. His teeth grazed against it as his voice became deeper, darker. “You're mine tonight,” his real hand snaked around your waist and dipped between your legs, playing with your clit. “and that isn't ever gonna change.”

A shaky breath left you as he began to tease you. “Wouldn’t have it…hnnng….any other way.” Your grip on the rail tightened as the rain continued to soak you two. “E-Echo.” A long moan left you as your upper body bent over the rail.

Just seeing how easily he could make you crumble sent a surge of pride through him. That was right. You belonged to him. It was his number on your thigh. His mark on your neck and on one of your breasts from the night before. And soon, it would be his seed inside your womb. “You’ve got two choices, Senator. Here, or the bed.”

Oh, fuck! You loved it when he spoke to you like this. Your room was at the back of the palace, no one else was near yours. The downpour outside was loud and muffling. “Here. Now. Please.” This could be one of your only chances to fuck outside like this, publicly. At any moment a starship could fly by and see you two together and the thought drove you insane.

“As you command, ma’am. Now be a good Senator and spread these luscious legs.” Echo fell to his knees behind you with an oomph, his hand pushing the fabric of your dress up to your hips displaying your ass and your cunt to him. “I believe you may have forgotten a piece of clothing tonight, Senator.” Leaning forward, he placed a long kick across your soaking heat. Fuck, he loved how you tasted. All hot and wet for him.

A squeak left you as you felt his hot tongue dip into your core. What that man could do with his tongue was mind-numbing. You rocked your hips back into him, loving the feeling. “I had plannnnnned” your words slurred as his thumb found your clit once more. Fuck, focusing was so hard right now. “On having…nnng… to fix my heel. Ugh!” Your mouth fell open in an ‘o’ as he sucked against your cunt. “And letting yoooouuuu.” Son of a bantha he was doing this on purpose. Your eyes screwed shut as you tried to focus on your sentence. “See that I wasn’t wearing any.” A scream of pleasure left you as his finger suddenly dipped inside of you.

“Mmm, so you planned on teasing me? You know how much I love it when you do that.” As he spoke, his hand moved from your heat and to his pocket. “I picked something up before we left Coruscant. Up for trying something new?”

“Always.” You forced the word out between ragged breaths. Echo had quickly become one of the reasons you’d started working out again. He was insatiable at times and with his enhanced stamina, you needed to train your stamina up. But even with your new workout regimens, it was hard to keep up with him. Especially when he worked you so nicely. Looking over your shoulder at him, you watched as he pulled something made out of rubber, possibly, from his pocket and slid it onto his scomp. The rain made it hard for you to see exactly what it looked like, but you could see that it was red. “W-what’s that?”

Echo smirked as he rolled the silicon cover down his scomp. “It’s designed to be a stimulating cover for sex toys. But after some research, I figured out that they also fit over my scomp.” Standing up, he moved his scomp toward your face, letting you get a good look at it. “Lick it, so I can try it in your pussy.”

Now that it was closer to your face, you could see all the ridges and textured parts of it. You let out a shuddered breath as you moved your head forward and took the appendage in your mouth. His hand found your clit once more and he began to work you vigorously. Your head bobbed up and down on his scomp until he pulled it away, an amused smile on his lips. “It’s not as big as you.” Your eyes fell on his bulge. Ugh, you wished he would just fuck you with it already. Yes, you enjoyed the foreplay and how he could make you cum with his tongue or fingers. But his cock filled you just right and you wanted to go to bed feeling full tonight.

“Mmm, couldn’t have you wanting my scomp more than my dick.” His scomp slid down your back, between your cheeks, and against your core. “Now, are you ready?” You nodded slowly. “And what’s the safe word?”

A gasp left you as you felt the scomp begin to push in. “F-Fives!” His lips found your neck once more and he peppered sweet kisses against your soaked skin while slowly moving the scomp into your heat.

“Good girl.” Looking down at his scomp, he watched it disappear into you. A groan left him as you keened into his ear. “How’s that feel?” He pulled it out slowly before pushing it back into you.

Another long moan left you as he continued to move in and out at an almost maddening slow speed. “G-good.” You weren’t sure it could feel any better until it suddenly began to vibrate and twist. “Oh, fuck! Echo! Fuck!” Your knees began to shake as the feeling rushed through you. Already that string deep inside you was tightening.

Echo’s hand moved to his pants and quickly pulled out his cock. His hand pumped in time with the chants leaving your lips. The way you were screaming his name and moaning was enough of a turn-on for him. “That’s right. Keep screaming my name. Cum on my scomp.” It was something he never expected to say but stars how he loved it.

That wasn’t going to take you long. Relaxing the railing, you moved your hand between your legs and started rubbing your clit. “C-close. Faster, please.” Your hips rocked back and forth as you chased your release. So close, you just needed that one thing to push you over the edge.

“Anything for you.” He fell to his knees and angled himself so he could suck on your clit while still fucking you with his scomp.

“Oh, shit!” That was exactly what you needed! Your head fell forward as you screamed his name. Your orgasm hitting you in a gloriously blinding light of ecstasy.

He loved watching you cum, loved hearing you scream because of him. The scomp continued to thrust into you as you rode out your high, his tongue running slow circles over your clit. After a few more thrusts, he pulled the scomp out and pushed his face into your cunt. His tongue danced against you, drinking up every drop of honey that he could. “This is my favorite dessert right here. I could eat you every day.” Sitting back on his heels, he watched as your hips sway side to side. Your slick ran down the back of your legs and he couldn’t stop from leaving forward and licking some of it away. “Ready for more?”

“Stars, yes!” You needed him to fill you up already. “Fill me and you can have me every night.” The sound of him chuckling drew your attention. Looking over your shoulder, you watched as he stood and lined himself up with your cunt. “W-wait!” He raised an eyebrow to you in surprise. “Kiss me? You haven’t this entire time.”

“How rude of me.” Echo turned you around and pulled you into a deep kiss. His hand slid into your soaked hair and gripped it tightly. Stars, how he adored you. Adored the taste of your lips and how perfectly both of you fit together. His tongue danced against yours as a happy sigh left you and you melted into his arms. A smile rested on his lips as he rested his forehead against yours. “Want to move this inside?”

“Not yet. Want you to fill me out here first.” Your hand slid down the front of him and gripped his hard cock. He was so damn big with the most perfect curve you’d ever seen. It hit that spot inside your perfectly every time.

Echo chuckled as he rubbed his nose against yours. “Keep talking like that and I might start thinking that ya me to breed you.”

You licked your lips at his words. “Maybe one day. For now, I just enjoy the practice rounds.”

His hand released your hair and fell to your ass. Giving it a tight squeeze, he listened to you squeak before turning you around once more. “Then let’s get back to practicing.” Lining himself up with you once more, he leaned over and whispered deeply to you. “After all, practice makes perfect.”

#clone wars fic #clone wars #star wars fanfiction #clone wars fanfiction #the bad batch #the bad batch fanfiction #tbb echo #echo the bad batch #echo tbb #ct 1409 #clone force 99 #echo x reader

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naelys-the-aster · 2 years

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Jorrāelagon Zālagon CH. 3 (PREVIEW)

Rhaenyra lifted herself from the bed until a hand, presumably Daemon's, grabbed her arm. “Daemon, I have no clue what you’re rambling about, whatever you are doing please stop. This is nonsense, I can hardly understand you! we need to go home-” He grabbed her hand and began muttered nonsense yet again, he pulled her close to him.

“Come to bed with me.” He pulled her on top of him and placed a kiss on her head.

“No, no, no.” you back away from the door letting your back hit the wall, this was- just no. You had not spurned him this much, for him to turn to his niece? He was drunk yes, but- the very thought made you nauseated once more. You steadied yourself on the walls, slowly side stepping down the hall until you were far enough away to run. You found your room after wandering for the rest of the evening, you locked the door behind you and threw yourself on the bed.

Something went out, a flame inside you, and you fell on to the cushions of a couch.

your head fell into your hands…“What in the hell?”

An uncomfortable situation lead to a sleepless night.

Daemon woke up, unfortunately to the early morning rays of the sun shining directly in his eyes.

He groaned and turned his back to the sun. Groggy and definitely hung over, he sat up in- this was not his room he was quick you realize. Before he could mutter a word, a wet washcloth came in contact with his face. Daemon was too hung over to protest or fight, he turned his head to see Rhaenrya in the doorway, her chests and luggage being carried away by the servants and maids.

“Get up, we’re due back in Kings Landing” Rhaenrya spoke, rather too loudly for Daemon’s current condition. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he fell back into the bed.

Rhaenrya rolled her eyes and stomped toward his side of the bed, ripping off the comforter and blankets “Daemon Get Up, You Have To Fly Y/N Home!” she shouted.

Daemon rolled onto his stomach burying his face deep into the pillow. Rhaenrya shook her head , pissed off, and smacked his head sending him shooting upright.

“Take her! I will remain here!” He snapped.

She looked at him as if he was the stupidest man alive, “You have the double rider saddle! Syrax has already been befitted with the luggage!” she grabbed the towel from his lap and threw it over his head once more, smacking him the face even harder.

“Y/N’s belonging are packed, so are yours, we leave in an hour.” she stated firmly as she walked with heavy heels to the door way.

Before she left she turned to the soiled prince in frustration. “I have no idea what has gotten into you, you’ve ruined the kitchen and the cellar, the halls reek of spoiled wine and the servants are displeased! You spent the night in my bed, droning on about God knows what- I’m the one who should be weary! Get. Ready.”

The thundering slam of the door pounded into Daemon’s head. It must have awoken something in him. He shot out of the bed, stumbling past arms chairs dry heaving.

He ran to the first thing he could find, a ancestral urn, and he heaved as he threw up violently. Nothing but the dark red color of wine filling the urn.

Daemon leaned on the center table, , trying find his balance, attempting to adujst to the sunlight and the world itself spinning around him. Caraxes will have to do most of the navigating this trip home.

He grabbed the urn again, tilting it to view the contents inside, which prompted him to vomitagain, but more profusely. His memory of last night was slowly coming back to him in bit and pieces, and he ran his hands down the length of his face in exaspiration, blinking hard trying to focus his vision.

Daemon just prayed it would be overcast for the flight home.

You felt a hand shake your shoulder and your eyes fluttered open to see Rhaenrya standing about you.

“Rhae, what is going on?” you asked tiredly rubbing you fist against your still half closed eye.

“We’re leaving today, Y/N ” she stated pulled her hand from you.

You looked at her confused, “What about the horse back riding?”

Her eys held a sadness that you couldn’t describe, “We'VE been commanded back to Kings Landing”

You sat up and threw your legs over the side of the bed, “What happened?”

Rhae paced herself to the door and gave you a sad smile back, “Under the King’s request advised by the Hand, he would he like us to return home immediately.”

You frowned and nodded, “May I seat with you?”

Rhae shook her head, “Daemon has the double saddle, I’ve had your things backed with Syrax, Daemon should be up within the hour”

The frown did not fade, “Okay..”

Rhae looked down feeling your sadness in a way, but not for what she may think.

“I’m sorry this trip came to such an abrupt end, we can convince my father to let this happen again” she softly closed your chamber door leaving you to dress in private.

#House of the dragon #Daemon Targaryen #Daemon targaryen x reader #Daemon Targaryen x oc #Daemon Targaryen x you #reader insert #games of thrones #got #hotd #Demon Targaryen fanfic #house of the dragon x reader #house of the dragon x oc #house of the dragon x you #House of the dragon reader insert

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dasenergi · 6 months

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This past week I have been channeling the Mother Goddess and the Ancient Ancestral Grandmothers of my lineage—writing down what messages come to me during meditation.

I am feeling compelled to share these messages here. I'll use the tags #channeling #The Mother Goddess and #Ancient Ancestral Grandmothers on them all.

Here is the message from Day Five:

The Ancient Grandmothers from my lineage want me to know that…

You are the end. Everything has culminated to this. You are all of our wisdom combined. This is it. You are it. The answer is Love. Trust - Let go of how you think things should be. There are no rules. There is no "should". There just is. Make it as easy as possible. Just love. Love is easy.

The Ancient Grandmothers of my lineage are calling me to... Love. Just love. Just be. Keep it simple. Love. That's all you need to do. Love. Be.

The message they have for me today is the same message they always have:

Love. Love Love Love always.

The message they have for all of humanity: You have no one to be. You have no where to go. You have nothing to do. Just be. Just love. No fighting. No arguing. Just be. Let go. And Love.

Ancestral Lands THE SACRED WATERS OF SCOTLAND And the land I walk upon.

Sacred land is everywhere Sometimes buried and built upon. Churches built on ancient sacred land.

Original mother Ancient Ancestors Ancient Grandmothers Future Ancestors

ANCIENT ANCESTORS

Wise ones of our ancestry.

Love.

#channeling #the mother goddess #Ancient Ancestral Grandmothers #rebecca campbell

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Hey ranger! I have spent my entire life in Paldea region and as a traveller I have decided to start my journey from my actual ancestral regions; Unova and Kalos. And I would love to know about your experiences in Unova and Kalos. Especially if you have any incidents with the fire type pokemons of those regions!

Thank you!

Well, congrats on your journey and heading out to your ancestral land.

I've been able to visit where my mom came from in Johto, but we still don't know much about my dad's past, but Sinnoh has been my home my entire life.

A lot of people want to learn about Kalos lately, and I definitely have had some experiences in Unova.

Let me start in Kalos:

It's a beautiful region with a rich and deep history. I've been there a couple of times, and I'm always amazed at how refreshed the place feels and how content the people seem to be (unless it's the fashion world, then it's chaos)

I've helped the local rangers out there a couple of times, once protecting the Sundial out there from vandals and thieves who wanted to sell pieces of it.

I'm also always amazed at how they advertise their regal culture, a lot of people can become "honorary sir or maams" so easily, so if you want to experience the deeper culture I'd really do research for the authentic experience.

Kalos doesn't have too many serious fire types but if you're traveling in the hills and mountains you should watch out for Pyroar, especially the females, as they are super protective and the superior hunters compared to the males.

Also, you should watch the sky for Talonflame. They can be territorial, and they will dive bomb people who get too close to their nests.

Other than that, Kalos is a really beautiful place.

As for Unova:

It's a very loud and busy place, almost the polar opposite of Kalos as it has so many big cities and towns with so many people.

That's not to say that Unova doesn't have its culture, but you'll definitely want to do some research to experience the true culture of Unova and how it was built up on the shoulders and backs of some serious hard work.

Unovan people may be a bit assertive and in your face, but they are resilient and go above and beyond when protecting something they care about.

I've been there several times to help the rangers and for habitat restoration projects. We managed to help the, at the time, dwindling Tympole population problem.

Unova is also unfortunately a hub for people doing smuggling and illegal activity due to how many people come and go, so we usually end up intercepting criminal activity there or en route to there.

Besides that, the culture and food are something else that you gotta try, and about the fire types, the only fire type you NEED to check out are the Darmanatan and their impressive Zen Mode meditation meetings in the desert, they aren't too aggressive if you don't surprise them, in fact they are pretty helpful to people stuck in the sandstorm.

All in all, you have quite the journey ahead of you, and I'm sure you will have a great time.

I hope to hear more about it someday!

#ranger rai #pokemon ranger #the ranger base #pokemon #ask me anything #ask me a question #unova #kalos #pokemon behavior #you gotta watch out for the bird bombs #also drink bottled water #dont accept free gifts in unova

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zedecksiew · 1 year

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SPY IN THE HOUSE OF ETH

So this week I was hit with a pang of sentimentality for an older work:

"Spy In The House Of Eth".

"Spy" was published by Soulmuppet Publishing for their Best Left Buried horror-fantasy TTRPG, back in 2020; it was part of a slate of adventures, commissioned and funded as part of Zinequest 2.

A mangrove- and plantation-themed hexcrawl. A landscape changed (and changing) because of colonial-capitalist agro-industry. Displaced locals fomenting rebellion. A tycoon recycling the souls of his labour-force. Said tycoon engineering a hostile takeover of hell, so hell is made worse, and merges with the waking world.

When I flip through it now I mainly see its faults. The text feels underwritten. It is cramped, and rushed. It is sorely in need of a better intro, to orientate players:

A summary of factions; and outline of events and possible outcomes; overarching design elements like the everspreading-hell-haze mechanic needs to go at the front of the book, not the back; etc.

Ultimately---even though for quite a while "Spy" was the longest TTRPG text I'd ever written---I tried to do too much in too small a space. This is a full adventure campaign. I should've have shoved it into 60 pages. I should've saved it for a 200-page book, let it breathe. That's an editorial decision, entirely my fault.

Nova was kind enough to take a look at it, recently. Her review was very good, very insightful.

I think she correctly diagnoses the fact that I buried the lede in terms of What This Book Is About:

"this is set in a colonised land, features hellish pollutions destroying the environment caused by the invaders, features slaves in an uprising against their owners, and that the players are asked to pick sides ... [but] that isn’t well stated outside the text itself ... probably needs to be summarised for the sake of selling to the table and for ease of play."

I have no defense for this, except a vague notion that it feels a little gauche to bang on the: "THIS IS AN ADVENTURE ABOUT THE EVULZ OF COLONIALISM AND CAPITALISM ERRYBODY!" drum.

The work should speak for itself!

But, then again, people can't hear the work properly if not enough context was built around it.

Again: this is on me.

Still:

I think the reason why I put so much into "Spy"; why I resisted explaining it so much; why it is still one of the favourite things I've made, despite its faults---

Is that it was kind of my first TTRPG thing. It predates Lorn Song, even though that came out first.

The mansion in "Spy" was the first TTRPG dungeon I ever drafted. A sheets-on-the-furniture, closed-up ancestral pile; with the current owners absconded to some big city with most of the money; adventurers picking over faded wealth.

It was inspired by the huge mansions of Malacca and Penang, and context mirrors the kind of thing those tycoon family did---suck a land dry, then leave for London or New York or wherever.

More generally, a lot in "Spy" is basically a fantastic version of my day-to-day reality.

The beacon is the refinery gas flare I see from my house:

The bougainvillea monsters is because I have this monstrous bougainvillea in my yard:

The monkeys and the kingfishers. The oil-palm monoculture, the oil-palm refinery we drive past every time we head north to Kuala Lumpur. The fact we travel southeast from the city to where we live, mirrored in the orientation and order of the hexcrawl.

The mangroves:

All this to say: I feel warmly about "Spy In The House Of Eth", and I feel like talking about it. If you've read it or you've played it: I would love to hear from you.

(It's available via the Soulmuppet store and Itch and Drivethru, among other places. Thank you, Zach, for publishing this.

It was published as a batch with four other adventures, all good---though my personal favourite of them is Luke Gearing's "Behind Closed Doors". I believe he is rewriting it???)

#fantasies #ttrpgs #writing #adventures #campaigns #hexcrawls #spyinthehouseofeth #mangroves #colonialism #capitalism #oil palms #kingfishers #best left buried

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griot-of-wakanda · 1 year

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TW Suicide

I was just reading the script and while I was prepared for what happened to Ramonda....

This hit me like a truck-

First of all, I'm GLAD they cut it out of the movie because 1) It's too triggering 2) that's a very cliche response to someone in that situation and 3) Given the pattern, Black women have had enough of needing to be strong for everyone else even when there's nothing they have going right in their lives. What they need is assurance, comfort and a way out of that horrible feeling.

I would have written it like this:

Shuri walks towards the river holding a large weight. Nakia and Okoye emerge from the forest behind her.

OKOYE Shuri.

SHURI Go away.

OKOYE Shuri no.

Okoye takes a step towards Shuri, who lifts her arm revealing her GAUNTLET, locked and loaded. She aims it at Okoye’s head.

SHURI Leave me alone.

NAKIA Shuri, don’t do this.

SHURI Shut up, spy. Leave, like you always do. Don't come to mine either.

NAKIA Not without you. Shuri this isn't the end...

SHURI Yes, it is! Everyone I love is gone. All of them. I have nothing left.

OKOYE You have us.

SHURI What am I to you? A job you are no good at.

OKOYE Shuri I…

SHURI You swore to lay down your life to protect my family… but they are gone and you’re still here. If you had any honor left, you would not show your face.

This lands on Okoye. Okoye turns away and starts to leave, Nakia tries to grab her, but Okoye pulls away and heads back off into the forest.

Shuri turns her attention to Nakia.

SHURI (CONT’D) And you… you swore yourself to my brother then ran off when we needed you most.

NAKIA You are right. But Shuri you can’t do this. What would your mother want of you? She lived her life for you.

SHURI It hurts too much. I can’t bear it.

NAKIA I know... and I understand that it hurts. But listen to me Shuri. Just this once.

Shuri grips the weight but faces Nakia.

NAKIA Come here...

She slowly guides Shuri forwards away from the river.

NAKIA (Ctd.) What do you think will happen after you die, Shuri?

SHURI I'll stop feeling this pain. That's all I want.

NAKIA How do you know that?

SHURI That's how death works.

NAKIA We have figured out so many things in Wakanda through technology... but do you really know that?

Shuri gets irritated and glares at Nakia.

SHURI My emotions are just chemicals in my brain. Once that dies, I won't feel anything. The only other way is taking drugs. And I want the more permanent way.

NAKIA And is there any other reason you want this?

Shuri pauses and sighs

SHURI If all those tales are real... and if the ancestral plane exists.... I can see them again.

NAKIA You're betting on something you don't believe in? And dying for it... you do know how permanent that really is? (beat) Then can you believe in something else?

SHURI I don't care and I don't believe in you anymore.

NAKIA It's not something that I'm saying. It's from your brother, and I have solid proof for it.

Shuri's curiosity perks up a little even through her grief-stricken state.

SHURI It's not going to change anything-

NAKIA Trust me, it will. It will make you feel better. T'Challa wanted to wait until you could heal from his death before you saw this... but you can't heal if you die.

SHURI What if you're lying?

NAKIA If I'm lying, I'll even let you come back here.

Shuri steps away from the bank, and Nakia takes the weight out of her hands.

SHURI So what is it?

Nakia smiles a little.

NAKIA It's a who.

#suicide #tw suicide #shuri #wakanda forever #wakanda forever script #black panther #t'challa #black panther spoilers #toussaint

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~ Local Hero Returns Home from years of travel and glory! ~

Sjoll Sunguard, Sin'dorei adventurer of some renown, has returned to Quel'thalas for some much needed peace and quiet. After a long career of danger and heroism, this swordsman has decided to setlle down at his ancestral home in Eversong, where he plans to "spend some quality time relaxing alone, before helping to train the younger blade wielders in Silvermoon", our reporter was told.

Read more in the full article below.

Mr. Sunguard, pictured below on the Azurebreeze Coast, has come home to our lands of beauty and peace after his long and painful career as a warrior of the Horde.

We were honored to interview Sjoll as he walked along the beaches, gifting us a brief insight into his adventurous past.

"I first took up the sword when my father, Sol'osh, started training me," he began. "The woodland to the south where we lived wasn't the safest, quite far from any guard presence, so it was for self-preservation as much as anything else."

Growing up, Sjoll had two seperate parents - A Sin'dorei librarian, Sathir Sunguard, and an Amani elder, the aforementioned Sol'osh. We were quite intrigued as to how the young Sjoll came into the care of an Amani, life-long enemies of us Sin'dorei.

"It was a... strange situation. I won't say too much, only that both of my parents cared for me to the best of their ability, and I love and appreciate them both dearly for that."

The adventurer wasn't keen on elaborating further, only saying that the two parents had been in contact several times since his adulthood, and got along "very very well."

"I left eversong in search of adventures and, well, to explore! There's so much world out there to see, it never truly ends." Sjoll's passion for our world of Azeroth - as well the many worlds beyond - jumped out of his words, our reporter noted.

As tales were told of glories and gore from times gone by, we headed south towards the home Mr. Sunguard would be living in from now on. Unfortunately we cannot let loose every little detail, so we've compiled a short list of the most exciting questions:

Q: What's the most danger you've ever been in?

A: That would probably be during the Legion campaign some years ago. I was working with the Armies of Legionfall to secure various smaller invasion points, when one of my allies was dragged into a Legion portal! I ran in straight after them, killing a pair of felguards and distracting an infernal while my comrade, an enchanter, worked furiously to reopen the portal that had closed behind us! If it wasn't for them I would've died on that Legion world.

Q: Have you ever known love?

A: Ah... quite a few times, but only for fleeting moments. Sadly the nature of adventuring tends to keep a person on the move, so nothing has lasted. But I think I'm quite happy with a solitary life. It suits me well!

Q: Do you think you'll find love now that you've settled down a bit?

A: Are you asking for yourself...?

Q: Do you have a favourite battle technique you'd like to share?

A: There was an old classic I used to love, "The Bladestorm" - I'm sure you will have heard about it. The warrior would extend their weapons outwards and push their strength into whirling their entire body around in a deadly spin - much akin to "The Whirlwind" - but refusing to stop for neither friend nor foe. I could only manage 8 or so seconds, but a talented warrior could go for 20 at least!

Q: Many of our readers will be wanting to ask for advice, or words of wisdom. Do you have any of those?

A: Hm... It may be said often, but always follow your heart. This world is a wild place - busy and enormous, certainly, but filled with potential for anyone to be anything. And if you ever need any help, please, rely on the adventurers that came before you. We want to see our sucessors succeed as much as we did, if not more!

Lake Elrendar, pictured above, spills forth from the Amani mountains and flows down into the Western cost of Quel'thalas. Sjoll will be living near its pine-dotted shores for the forseeable future, although he assures us that there are still adventures in his future.

"Don't be too surprised if you come knocking in the future to find a note on the door reading 'Gone out for eggs, be back in 2 years' !"

If our time with Mr. Sunguard told us anything, it was that he was always eager to help out any adventurers in need - so if you need any personal advice or assistance, I'm sure you know just the elf to ask! Just be aware that he might be on a months-long trip to the shops if you're unlucky...!

#world of warcraft #sjoll sunguard #wowrp #i had a lot of fun writing this i cannot lie #dont worry he's not gone forever!#just not playing him much at the moment and wanted to do a fun silly thing as a in-character send off

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the-red-mafia · 9 months

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The Plea

After L'arj Mahnnnh landed on the Red Mafia's planet, the group is forced to make a choice: risk their lives to help him or let hundreds of people perish because of it. What will happen? Also available on Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/user/TheRedMafia Next Update: [Updated] Word Count: 3947

L’arj Mahnnnh sat on a couch in the living room, slowly sipping a cup of tea, courtesy of Mad. He set his black cowboy hat next to him before continuing to drink. Velvet stood in front of the archway that led to the rest of the mansion while holding Kil-layye Mo’ore in her right hand. Solana also blocked the way to the kitchen with her spear. The rest of the mafia sat on the other couch, eyes locked on the man in front of them. L’arj Mahnnnh let out a sigh and set the cup on the side table.

“Now, onto business,” he said, placing his hat back on, “I should catch you up on what I’ve been doing since our last meeting.”

“Or your whole life, considering the only thing we know about you is that you’ve tried to kill us on multiple occasions,” Velvet mumbled.

“If you insist, Velvet Bolton, daughter of Unor Bolton.”

“Oh dear gods.” L’arj Mahnnnh cleared his throat.

“It all started when I was born…”

“I wasn’t always the pride of my family. I had seven siblings, so I had to make a name for myself quickly. By the time I was 10 years of age, I had already begun climbing the ranks of my clan, the Mahnnnh Klahnnnh.”

“What a name.”

“Wait for it. L’arj Mahnnnh, how do you spell Man Klan?”

“M-A-H-N-N-N-H K-L-A-H-N-N-N-H.”

“Of course.”

“Guys, let the man tell his story.”

“Don’t you mean the-”

“Thorn.”

“I soon made it up the ranks until I reached Ti-Tahnnick Mahnnnh, our previous patriarch. It was a gruesome battle that lasted for days on end. After all, I am very strong. As predicted, I came out on top and was soon named the patriarch of my clan. I was ceremoniously granted Kil-layye Mo’ore, the ancestral sword that has been passed down through the patriarchs for generations.”

“...why is everyone looking at me? It was Maroon who stole the sword.”

“We all know they did that to get on your good side.” “That is not- Maroon, that’s not what happened.”

“Uh- right. Yeah.”

“See, told you.”

“You are literally holding a weapon, of course they’re going to agree with you.”

“L’arj Mahnnnh, please just continue.”

“Of course, robot. I soon became a successful bounty hunter, bringing fame and fortune to my family. After I married my wife, we had fourteen children. I was known and feared by those involved in illegal schemes. I even did a few jobs for your father, Velvet Bolton-”

“Don’t even start.”

“That’s what I was doing when I first met Margaret Pembrooke, daughter of Maximillian Buysee. A buyer was offering a large amount of money for the Custodio power gem. Little did I know that the mission would be my last. After being defeated by Margaret Pembrooke, daughter of Maximillian Buysee, I returned to my home in shame and defeat. After being saved by modern medicine and my faith, my wife divorced me. I was shunned from my clan. I was forced to beg for food and shelter every night and eventually turned to crime to make money. After weeks of living on the streets, I swore vengeance on the child who ruined my career.”

“L’arj Mahnnnh, I’m really sorry that happened-”

“Hush, Margaret Pembrooke, daughter of Maximillian Buysee. I don’t need your pity. I have been shamed enough.”

“I wasn’t-”

“I soon encountered you again, on my home planet, Pu Llannette, no less. I thought that I finally had the upper hand on you, but your robot assisted you in defeating me. Then you stole my family’s sacred sword, the last remnant I had of them. As you flew away, I awoke and swore that you would be my nemesis until the day I bested you.”

“Oh, I remember that mission.”

“Do you, Solana? I’d fucking hope so, considering you were the reason we were being attacked in the first place.”

“You were also being paranoid.”

“I’m not paranoid, I’m insightful.”

“Exactly what a paranoid person would say.”

“I was soon banished from Pu Llannette and forced to wander the universe. Eventually, I found a small start-up town on a newly discovered planet rich in natural mining resources. When I arrived, they were under attack from a horde of wild beasts. I slayed them all and was soon welcomed into the town. They made me their sheriff, and here I stand before you today.”

“So that’s why you’re wearing the cowboy hat.”

“Thorn, quiet.”

“Last week, the mining company of Veris arrived on our planet and has been tearing it open for its resources. We’ve lost twenty-seven people to accidents they’ve caused. Our mayor has tried to diplomatically solve the issue, but asked me to handle it from now on. I refuse to lose another home, so I ask you to assist me in expelling the Veris pests from my soil.”

The Mahogany Mansion’s living room was quiet as L’arj Mahnnnh took another sip of his tea. Both Maroon and Mad glanced towards Velvet, Mad’s screen blank. The teen narrowed her eyes at them.

“You two want to help him.” Maroon nodded.

“People are dying, Velvet,” Mad began, standing up, “We can’t just sit here and do nothing.”

“I mean, we can,” Solana chimed in, “But I agree, there’s really no risk for us. It’s not like the Veris Mining Company has great security.”

“And I can call…you know. I’m sure he’d love to help us mess with Veris,” Mad added. Velvet rolled their eyes.

“Don’t do that. L’arj Mahnnnh, where’s this planet?”

“Not too far, Velvet Bolton, daughter of-”

“You know, I’d really appreciate it if you didn’t say that every time you refer to me.”

“It’s respectful.”

“It’s annoying.”

“Mad, are you not concerned about Maroon going after…all of that?” Thorn asked. The droid turned to it.

“I am, partially. I want to do a full medical exam before we leave, but whatever magic L’arj Mahnnnh used seems to be working well.”

“Well, you must get started. We must leave as soon as possible,” L’arj Mahnnnh said, standing, “I will take my cup and wash it while you do so.”

“Oh, I can get it-”

“Nonsense, robot. Go do your medical check on Margaret Pembrooke, daughter of Maximillian Buysee.” L’arj Mahnnnh quickly disappeared into the kitchen, leaving the Red Mafia alone in the living room. Velvet looked at each of their teammates before sighing.

“You all really want to do this?” Maroon stood, but looked towards the floor.

“I have to make it up to him, Velvet,” they began quietly, “I’ve ruined his whole life. This is the least I can do.” The assassin narrowed their eyes at them.

“...okay, fine.”

Maroon stared at L’arj Mahnnnh’s ship as it landed next to the Umbrella. White rocks flew in various directions when the landing gear slammed into the ground. Once his door was lowering, Mad began opening theirs. Velvet attached Kil-layye Mo’ore to their mission belt on their uniform before leading the way out of the ship. A town sat in the distance, its brown walls surrounded by mining equipment. The humming from the machines echoed faintly in the youngest mafia member’s ears.

“There it is,” L’arj Mahnnnh stated, stopping next to Maroon, “My town, Vil-Idgh.” Velvet groaned.

“I swear to gods.”

“So what’s the plan, L’arj Mahnnnh?” Mad asked. He started forward, motioning for the Red Mafia to follow him.

“Margaret Pembrooke, daughter of Maximillian Buysee, you follow me. We will sabotage the mining equipment. The rest of you, split up and evacuate the citizens to the outskirts of the city. No more casualties.”

“Do you have a map?” Velvet asked. L’arj Mahnnnh nodded before reaching into a bag attached to his hip. He pulled out a small, rolled-up scroll and handed it to the teen. She quickly unrolled it and began scanning the page.

“Wow,” they mumbled, “This place is small.”

“We are a new city.”

“City is a generous descriptor.”

“Velvet, chill,” Solana mumbled. The assassin rolled her eyes but remained quiet.

“I’m going with L’arj Mahnnnh and Maroon,” Thorn stated. L’arj Mahnnnh looked down at him.

“No, Thorn Alviar, child of Eilon Hollis. This is a mission for the two of us alone.” Velvet looked up from the map and narrowed their eyes at him. Maroon looked towards Thorn, a look of confusion on their face.

“I thought your dad-�� Thorn looked away, cutting them off. Solana rested an arm on the prince’s shoulder.

“It’s all good, Thorn. The two of us can go destroy some shit too.” The teen looked up at her and smirked.

“Hell yeah.”

“I guess that leaves me and Velvet as the other duo,” Mad said, glancing at the young assassin. Velvet nodded slightly, once again returning her eyes to the map.

“Alright, we’ll evacuate the citizens here,” they began, gesturing to a point on the map, “There’s no equipment over there. We’ll have to wait until they start destroying things to justify the evacuation-” They stepped onto the stone pathway of the city, where L’arj Mahnnnh immediately took a left.

“I will give you all deputy badges so they will trust you.”

“I can’t believe we’re becoming law enforcement. We were arrested less than 6 months ago,” Thorn joked, “Solana and Velvet are literally wanted criminals.”

“Shut the fuck up, Thorn,” Velvet said coldly. Solana, however, let out a chuckle.

“Yeah, it is pretty ironic.” L’arj Mahnnnh stopped suddenly, opening a door in front of him.

“Wait here.” The Red Mafia watched him enter the building before Velvet quickly turned to Maroon.

“Maroon, listen to me,” she started, “If L’arj Mahnnnh tries anything, let us know on your comms. I don’t trust him right now.”

“When do you ever trust people?” Solana muttered.

“Shut it. Do you understand, Maroon?” The teen nodded.

“I don’t think he’s going to, Velvet.”

“I have returned!” The door swung open again, nearly hitting Velvet in the face. The assassin jumped back, glaring at L’arj Mahnnnh. He gently handed a badge to each of the mafia members before turning to Maroon again.

“Are you ready, Margaret Pembrooke, daughter of Maximillian Buysee?” Maroon looked up at him. He had a smile on his face and a determined look in his eyes as he rested a hand on his gun.

“Yes.”

The machine exploded in front of them as a mushroom split it in half. L’arj Mahnnnh let out a laugh as various people ran out of the fire.

“There were people in there?” Maroon breathed. L’arj Mahnnnh shook his head.

“They are just robots, Margaret Pembrooke, daughter of Maximillian Buysee. Do not worry.” Maroon looked away from him and crossed their arms.

“...L’arj Mahnnnh, you know…that’s…not my name.” The man turned to look down at them.

“Sure it is. That is what your soul says.”

“What?”

“That is how I know your name. I read your soul.”

“But it’s not my name.” L’arj Mahnnnh frowned.

“I do not understand.” Maroon sighed and turned back to him.

“Margaret was the name I was given when I was born, but it’s not the one I use now. My name is Maroon.” The sheriff stared down at them for several seconds.

“I see. Alright, Maroon Pembrooke, daughter of Maximillian Buysee.” Maroon smiled up at him.

“Yeah, that works.”

“Put your hands up!” A voice shouted behind them. Maroon quickly turned around to see about a dozen or so Veris guards pointing their rifles straight at them.

“I should’ve known you’d cause trouble, L’arj Mahnnnh!” one of them shouted. L’arj Mahnnnh pulled out his gun.

“I refuse to stand by while you hurt the people of Vil-Idgh!”

“So you dragged a child into helping you?” Another guard shouted. Maroon raised their hands, causing L’arj Mahnnnh to let out another laugh.

“I suggest you back off, Veris!”

“We’re not scared of a teenager, L’arj-” Mushrooms quickly surrounded them, locking the guards in a cage. A large smile was plastered across L’arj Mahnnnh’s face as he turned towards Maroon. The guards shouted from the cage but L’arj Mahnnnh set a hand on Maroon’s shoulder.

“It won’t be long now, Maroon Pembrooke, daughter of Maximillian Buysee. Soon we will have them exactly where we want them.” A chill went down their spine as they looked up at him, but they remained quiet.

Rhyme plopped down on her sofa, a bowl of oranges in her arms. He picked up the remote and navigated through various channels before a bright red “Breaking News” alert popped up in the upper left corner. The thief raised an eyebrow and clicked on it.

“We’ve recently received word of an attack on mining equipment belonging to the Veris Mining Company around a small town called Vil-Idgh…am I reading that right?” A spokesperson began before glancing away from the camera. Rhyme began peeling the top orange in her bowl.

“Yeah, you’ve got it, Jude.”

“There’s no way that’s the name. That’s not a town name.”

“You’re being politically incorrect, Jude.”

“I- moving on,” Rhyme let out a chuckle before popping the first slice in her mouth, “It appears the sheriff of Vil-Idgh, a man named…fucking hell…L’arj Mahnnnh, is leading the assault, with his deputies evacuating the citizens. We go to live drone footage now.”

“You’re gonna get fired, Jude.”

“Shut up, Derek.” The screen cut away to an explosion on the outskirts of a city, debris flying off into the distance. It then cut to the road, where dozens of people were screaming and running. Someone stood in the middle of the road directing them…Mad?

“Oh you’ve got to be joking,” Rhyme breathed, quickly pulling out his phone. The phone rang a few times before the droid picked up.

“Hey Rhyme, this…isn’t a good time right now-” Mad’s robotic voice began, but the thief cut them off.

“‘Cause you’re fucking messing with Veris without me!” Mad was quiet for a moment.

“In my defence, I wanted to get you to come help. Velvet just-”

“Mad, what the actual fuck are you doing?” The voice of Velvet caused the teen to jump slightly but he quickly sighed.

“Rhyme called and-”

“Oh my gods, really? Give me the phone.” There was some movement on the other side of the line and it was quiet for a second.

“Rhyme, fuck off. We’re busy.” The thief’s eyes widened before she frowned.

“How does she know my name?” Mad sighed.

“Turns out they followed us to the roller rink.”

“Bolton, you fucking dick.”

“Are you that surprised?”

“Nah, but I kinda hoped you were better than that.”

“Sure Reuter, sure.” Rhyme frowned again.

“Don’t call me that.”

“Don’t call me Bolton.”

“No.”

“Then deal with it.”

“If you guys are done,” Mad interrupted, “Velvet’s right, we are kinda busy-”

“Destroying shit without me,” Rhyme countered, “Should’ve just invited me.” Velvet groaned. An explosion went off in the distance, causing the Red Mafia members to go silent.

“Why are you blowing shit up anyway?” the thief questioned, setting the phone down on her couch’s armrest.

“Helping out a…friend.”

“Friend is generous. We’re helping out someone who said Maroon was their fucking nemesis,” Velvet added. Rhyme suppressed a laugh.

“Now how did that happen?”

“Mad cares too much.” Rhyme raised an eyebrow.

“Do I want to know what that means?”

“We’re helping out a town who’s under the control of Veris,” Mad began, “Which Velvet thinks is ‘caring too much’.”

“No, it is.” Rhyme paused for a moment before smirking.

“Eh, I think Mad caring about people is kinda cute, actually.” It was quiet on the other end for a few seconds.

“Uh, you guys still there?”

“Yeah,” Mad stated. Velvet groaned.

“I’m on my way, Maroon. Tell L’arj Mahnnnh I said not to do anything stupid until I get there,” she muttered.

“What’s she talking about?” Rhyme questioned.

“Maroon just radioed saying they needed Velvet for their friend’s plan. She’s gone now, so.” Rhyme chuckled.

“Peace and quiet.” Mad also let out a robotic laugh.

“Yeah, I guess,” Mad paused, “So, what was that about me being cute?” Rhyme’s face went a light pink.

“Uh- just something I said to piss off Velvet. Yeah, annoying Velvet. Definitely.” Rhyme turned back to the TV. It was back to where the machinery was on fire, with Maroon and another man off to the side. A spaceship entered the planet’s atmosphere, catching their attention. Rhyme’s eyes widened.

“Shit.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Eliza’s there.”

“What? Where?”

“Looks like she’s landing by Maroon.”

“So that’s why he needs Velvet…” Mad’s voice trailed off, “I’ve gotta go help Velvet. If something else happens on the news, let me know?”

“I gotcha. Tell Velvet to not kill Eliza.” Mad was quiet for a moment.

“Yeah, I’ll do that. Bye, Rhyme.” The call ended and Rhyme looked up at the TV. Eliza Gracy stepped out of her ship, a face of annoyance on display.

That’s my job.

The ship’s door slowly lowered and slammed into the grey dirt. A woman stepped out, dressed in a tight light blue dress decorated with clouds. Velvet gripped her sword tightly behind a group of bushes, Mad behind her. A tall man helped Eliza off her ship as she glared daggers at L’arj Mahnnnh and Maroon.

“Don’t kill her,” Mad mumbled. Velvet rolled their eyes.

“Whatever.”

“Now what is going on here?” Eliza’s high-pitch voice echoed against the fallen machinery. L’arj Mahnnnh cleared his throat and stepped forward.

“Eliza Gracy, daughter of Adnan Gracy and CEO of the Veris Mining Company, I order you to dismiss your troops from my land and never return!” Eliza blinked a few times before laughing. Velvet groaned.

“Gods, her fucking laugh,” the teen hissed. Mad nodded their TV.

“Wait, how come her guards have guns? I thought it was illegal for civilians to-” “Aw, Mad thinks the law applies to rich people.”

“Listen very closely to me,” Eliza began, cracking her knuckles, “This land is uninhabited, therefore it-”

“Clearly it’s not,” Maroon interrupted.

“Fuck, shut up,” Velvet breathed, their hand shooting up to their comms, “Stop talking, Maroon.” Eliza stared at them.

“Now…where have I seen you before?” She wondered aloud, drawing a pistol from inside a silver handbag hanging on her shoulder. Velvet took a deep breath as Maroon froze.

“Mad, get ready.”

“For what?” The assassin didn’t answer.

“Oh well,” Eliza muttered, raising the weapon. Velvet jumped out of the bushes and threw Kil-layye Mo’ore towards her. The blade knocked the firearm to the ground before zooming back to the teen’s hand. Mad hastily followed, nearly tripping over a branch but joining L’arj Mahnnnh and Maroon. Eliza looked down at her fallen gun before locking eyes with the robot.

“That’s where I recognise you from,” she called out, “Mad, was it?” Mad’s screen went blank as Maroon looked up at it.

“Mad, you know her?”

“Know is a. Strong word.”

“Fuck off, Eliza!” Velvet shouted, raising her sword, “This land is taken.” The woman frowned, finally looking at the teen a metre or two in front of her.

“Velvet, Velvet, Velvet. You are so much better than this. What did you do to your poor hair? It was so-” She was cut off by Kil-layye Mo’ore slicing the side of her own hair. Eliza let out a shriek.

“There, now we match,” Velvet growled. L’arj Mahnnnh let out a loud laugh.

“You are no match, Veris! Surrender and leave now!” Eliza glared at him.

“Do you think two teenagers and a robot scare us? We have nearly half a thousand personnel arriving here shortly. I’ll offer you the same deal: surrender and leave now or face the authorities. And I’m not sure little miss Velvet here would survive that…interaction.”

“You won’t fucking-” Velvet threw the sword again, but Eliza bent over and picked up the gun. She fired a shot at the assassin that grazed their left arm. A mushroom quickly shot up in between them as Velvet stumbled back a metre or so.

“Velvet!” They shouted. Velvet bit the inside of her cheek as the pain throbbed.

“Fine!” the older teen summoned their sword back, “Take care of the soldiers!” Kil-layye Mo’ore flew towards the woman again as a bullet barely missed Velvet’s head. Mushrooms sprouted up around the whole field as Mad’s voice came through comms, asking for Solana and Thorn to join them. Velvet paused for a moment until pain erupted from her lower left leg. She quickly fell to the ground before bringing their sword up to block two more bullets.

“Velvet!” Mad called out. Maroon turned to her and their eyes widened. Another mushroom erupted as the two mafia members ran to their side, L’arj Mahnnnh not too far behind.

“I’m fine, it’s not too deep-” Velvet breathed, inhaling sharply as the pain spiked. Maroon looked them up and down before locking eyes with her. Their eyes seemed to glow a dark red, sending a chill down her spine. The younger teen turned away and raised a hand. Mushrooms sprouted on Eliza’s left leg, causing the woman to shriek and fall to the ground. The other soldiers laid on the ground useless as Maroon stepped forward.

“Maroon, wait!” Mad grabbed onto their right arm, stopping them in their tracks.

“Mad, careful, something’s wrong,” Velvet said, shooting up. L’arj Mahnnnh offered them a hand, which they took.

“Maroon, look at me.” Maroon shook their head, but Mad just repeated itself.

“Finish her, Maroon Pembrooke, daughter of Maximillian Buysee!” L’arj Mahnnnh called out. The mushrooms on Eliza’s leg slowly crept up, reaching her upper body. She continued to scream out for help, but none of her personnel could do anything but watch.

“Maroon, listen to me. Don’t kill her.”

“And why not, droid?” L’arj Mahnnnh shouted, “Let her pay for my twenty-seven fallen citizens.”

“Murder is not the answer!” Mad countered.

“It will avenge them!”

“But it won’t bring them back, L’arj Mahnnnh.” The mushroom growth slowed slightly, causing a small smile to appear on Mad’s screen.

“Maroon, everyone is okay. Just turn around and look at me.” Maroon shivered before slowly turning to look at their friend. Their eyes glowed a dark red as they shook. Mad quickly pulled them into a hug.

“What’s happening?” Solana’s voice shouted from behind. Velvet turned to see Thorn and her sprinting at them. Velvet stepped away from L’arj Mahnnnh and used Kil-layye Mo’ore to steady herself.

“There’s still time, Velvet Bolton, daughter of Unor Bolton. Throw Kil-layye Mo’ore and finish her off.”

“Velvet…” Mad began. Velvet sighed, turning to Mad.

“Nah, I’m good.” Maroon’s eyes were shut tight as they gripped the droid. Thorn ran straight past Velvet and L’arj Mahnnnh and grabbed Maroon from Mad. Solana stopped by Velvet and quickly steadied the teenager.

“Literally, I’m going to start making you wear body armour,” the elf muttered. Mad turned to them.

“You don’t already wear body armour?” it demanded. Velvet shrugged.

“Don’t gotta wear armour if you don’t plan on getting hit.” Solana stared at them for several seconds.

“We are just... not even going to start unpacking that right now.” Velvet shrugged before jumping onto Solana’s back.

“Come on, we’re leaving.”

“Wait-” Velvet sent a glare towards L’arj Mahnnnh.

“Most of Veris’s troops are incapacitated right now. Feel free to do what you want with them, but we’re done here.”

“Maroon passed out,” Thorn breathed, turning to Mad. The droid carefully picked them up before turning to Velvet.

“What…happened there?” The teen took a deep breath and sheathed her sword.

“I don’t know. Let’s focus on getting the metal, you know, out of my fucking leg. Then we’ll worry about whatever the fuck happened with Maroon. Deal?” Mad sighed.

“Right, yeah. Let’s go.”

#/the red mafia #/trm part 4 #/chapter 038 #/larj mahnnnh #/mad valentine #/velvet #/velvet bolton #/solana #/solana roison #/thorn alviar #/maroon #/maroon pembrooke

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