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sulphuryasecretcloset · 2 years

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What if... things were different

Corin is lounging on the sofa, using Din's lap as a pillow, hanging out in the living room with everyone else. Every other week or so, Dulsissia manipulates them into gathering for a big family dinner and today had been such a day. (She is particularly pleased with Zev 'sonya, Mose and Leo being present as well as Paz, Raga, Barthor, Liita, Dez and Neleem.) He's listening with half-hearted interest to Davarax and Din talking about the Razor Crest and some upgrades they want to add, those two treat that ship like it is a living creature, but when they start talking about which day would be best to travel to the marked to look for parts and they mention today's date, it sparks a memory in Corin's mind.

“Hey, mom?” Corin twists a little to look over at where Dulsissia is sitting next to Davarax while talking to Neleem about baby stuff as usual.

“Yeah, baby?” Dulsissia instantly turns to look at her son.

“Do you remember what today is?”

Frowning, Dulsissia thinks for a couple of seconds before giving a faint shake of her head.

“It's the day we left Seswenna when I was a kid.” Corin isn't surprised she doesn't remember. It's a day she rarely talks about, unlike the anniversaries for meeting Davarax or them arriving at the Covert. But Corin remembers. He had been incredibly excited at the thought that they were going to leave for an adventure, just him and his mother, which meant no scowling and scary Macero.

“Oh.” Dulsissia says, a little puzzled. “So it is.”

Corin looks up at Din, who is looking down at him, and another thought strikes him as he feels the usual flutter of adoration when their eyes lock. “I wonder what would have happened if we hadn't left...?”

Everyone in the room goes quiet and turn their attention his way.

Frowning, Corin ponders his own question for a little while. “I guess I would have ended up in the army, like he wanted.” At first that clearly makes everyone uneasy, but then slow smile slides across Corin's face. “I'd be traveling all over the Galaxy, looking awesome in that officer uniform, breaking hearts until I finally meet this hot Mando that persuades me to run away with him.”

Din huffs a laugh, he sounds scarily like Davarax, and the corner of his mouth twitches with a barely restrained smile. “If you guys hadn't joined the Covert, I'd be training until I was the best fighter in the tribe and then I'd be chosen for the outside missions. I'd travel all over the Galaxy, hunting down bounties and making the Covert rich. Then, one day, I'd come across a pretty-faced Imp in serious trouble and I'd end up saving his life. He'd ask to travel with me and I'd say yes.”

“And we'd live happily ever after.” Corin says with hearty approval, then turns his attention back to his mother. “What about you, mom?”

Dulsissia hums and smiles a little as well. “Well, if I hadn't left, I can see how I would have ended up as a widow whose husband died under mysterious circumstances, and I'd be wearing these glorious mourning outfits, taking midnight strolls by myself, dreaming about some dashing warrior in impressive armor...” Her gaze slides over to Davarax rather meaningfully.

“Welllll,” Davarax drawls, copying her, “if this lovely lady and her tough little son hadn't come into my life... I probably would have gone on working for the Covert until I was replaced by someone better and made to retire. By then I'd probably be bald, because a certain group of four would have caused it to fall out, and I'd lie in bed all day, eating snacks and reading trashy romance stories about beautiful women who lost their former husbands under mysterious circumstances.”

“If Dulcy and Corin hadn't arrived at the Covert, I would've been the one to replace you.” Paz shoots in with a grin. “Me and Raga would be married and eventually I'd take over as the leader of the Vizlas too. Oh, and Din would be my servant.”

Din scoffs, while Raga absently plays with a lock of her curly hair before she adds her own thought about her alternative time line: “The way I see it; I'd work out, kick ass and end up awesome, just like I am now.” She seems pleased with that until she notices Paz' sour look and points a thumb at him. “Oh, and I'd be married to that, yeah.” Which has Paz all smug and happy again.

“What about you, baby?” Dulsissia asks Barthor, who is doing his best to blend with the sofa.

“I, uh...” Barthor says, clearly uncertain. “I guess I would have been focused on surviving the training sessions with those idiots and once Davarax retired, uh, I'd... find something to do for the Covert?”

“How exciting.” Paz drawls, unfazed by the scowl seeping through Barthor's t-visor.

“I would have been a famous smuggler by now!” Zev'sonya declares with a confident and uncharacteristically excited grin. “I'd be the captain on my own ship, Mose would've been my second-in-command, and we'd steal from all the rich jerks that crossed our path!”

Mose sighs. “We'd probably be dead.”

Zev'sonya's face snap over to glare at him, but Mose merely shrugs. “It's true. You're too impulsive and I'm a Hutt. We'd end up dead.”

“I think,” Leo is quick to defuse the situation, “that, ignoring my little oxygen problem, not meeting Zev here means I would have gone back home with my mom, where I'd help them find a cure for Miner's Lung. I'd become the town hero!” He winks at Zev'sonya. “And I'd end up filthy rich so I'd be easy prey...” She rolls her eyes, but doesn't pull away when he lifts her hand to his lips.

“Liita.” Paz calls for the attention of his sister, who is working on one of her endless projects; a small box with a frightful amount of wires sticking out of it. “If Dulcy hadn't left Seswenna, my father wouldn't have come tumbling down on your planet. What do you think you'd be doing right now if you hadn't met him?”

Liita doesn't take her eyes off her project or pause for a single second. “I'd still be back there. Bored. But at least able to work in peace.”

Dulsissia shakes her head with a smile, forever refusing to give up on making Liita enjoy socializing, then turns her attention over to Neleem. “Neleem. You're next.” She nods towards where Neleem's hands are as usual stroking her very prominent stomach in a futile effort to calm the constantly restless baby. “If I hadn't set you up with the love of your life, where do you think you'd be now?”

Neleem lifts a coy eyebrow. “I would have kept on teaching until I retired, then I'd turn into the weird old lady who lives alone with fifteen pets and always have sweets covered in lint in her pockets.”

That has almost everyone laughing and Davarax glances over at the one person who isn't even cracking a smile. “Dez. What about you?”

Dez' dark eyes flick over to look at Davarax, solemn and thoughtful, then they flare with anger and a muscle twitches in Dez' jaw. “This is a stupid game.” He growls the words as he gets up. “I'm not playing.” Dez stalks out of the room.

There are a lot of exchanging of looks as no one was prepared for that, but when Davarax gets up with a concerned expression on his face, Neleem grabs his hand just as he walks by her on his way out to chase down Dez. “No. He will just get all defensive and huffy and... you know what he's like.” She gives his hand a comforting squeeze. “I'll talk to him.” A thoughtful frown. “If you can help me up, that would be great.”

Davarax carefully pulls a groaning Neleem up on her feet and she sends the visibly worried Paz a reassuring smile. Like his father, he's always worried that Dez' temper will ruin the peace that finally has found its way to their family. Neleem isn't worried. Dez' temper won't disappear over night after decades of being his default reaction, but he's working hard every single day to keep improving and he's come a long way from where they started. Backslides are to be expected and when they happen, Dez does what she told him to do; recognizes the anger and walks away to cool down.

He hasn't fled far. Dez is standing on the front porch, arms crossed and staring at the horizon, when Neleem steps outside to find him. She frowns a little at what she sees in his face and it makes her touch his arm to gain his attention. “What's wrong?”

“You should have stayed inside.” Dez mutters, eyes still on the horizon. “You need rest.”

She ignores his effort to deflect the question and merely repeats it: “What's wrong, Dez?”

Dez is silent, doesn't move, barely breathes, merely stares as something dark haunts him, and then he finally speaks. “If the blonde witch hadn't stumbled into Beskar Boy's path and into the Covert, I would have ended up losing everything. Paz, my clan, my faith, my hope, meeting you, a future... I would have lost it all. Everything but my life, which I suspect would last longer than most.” A soft exhale. “Because death would have been a relief at that point.”

“Hey...” Neleem reaches out and cups the side of his face, making him turn his lost gaze towards her instead. Her heart aches at the mere thought of him having such a fate. “Don't say that.”

Reaching up, Dez places his hand over hers, gentle despite his upset state, and eases her hand away from his skin but doesn't let go. “You know I'm right. I would have kept on pushing Paz, continued to fail to achieve freedom for my clan, and been too damn arrogant and angry to change.” There is razor-sharp self-loathing and bitterness in his voice. “A spoiled rich girl deciding to run away from her dirtbag partner is why we're all here. And it... terrifies me to think of what would have happened if she'd lost her courage and stayed with that excuse for a man. Not just to me, I would've had it coming anyway, but to all of us.”

Neleem shakes her head and tugs lightly at his hand, willing him to ground himself in her words. “But we are here. All of us. We're safe. You're safe.”

That finally brings a faint, if a little sad, smile to his face and Dez lets go of her hand to reach out and run a gentle, loving touch over her stomach. “I guess this still feels like a dream to me and I keep expecting to wake up to a nightmare life at any moment. It's too good to be true. I can't be this lucky.”

“This is very real, mister.” Neleem states with playful strictness. “My back, ankles and bladder can testify to that.” She reaches up and eases him into her embrace and feels a mix of relief and happiness when he allows it. There is trust here. “And I'm amazed that I'm this lucky too.”

That brings out the Davaraxian laughter-huff from Dez Vizla himself. “Lucky to be stuck with a husband who would still be a complete mess without you?”

Neleem sighs and pets his neck in an absentminded caress. She's as fond of looking at her own weaknesses as he is. “Here's the thing, Dez; without you, I'd be alone, drowning myself in work and too afraid to even consider having a family after losing mine the way I did. You've made me stronger, braver, a part of your family and your clan. We're having a child together and I couldn't be happier about it. Our relationship, we're both lucky, Dez. We make each other better.”

There is a moment where he digests her words, then Dez'relaxes against her and hugs her closer.

Inside, Corin decides he's glad his mother decided to leave with him that day. He doesn't remember much of the years on Seswenna, but he remembers his mother's sadness and the scary shadow of Macero Valentis. It's almost weird to think about that when Corin looks at his mother now and she is giggling, face flushed and eyes bright with happiness, due to whatever Davarax is whispering by her ear with a grin of his own. They have been married for years now and yet they're still flirting. Not a day goes by without declarations of love and kisses and outright cuddling. They are happy.

Corin looks up at Din and hopes that they will be able to keep that kind of relationship too. His heart says they will. And Din being set on trying to distract Paz from worrying about his father instead of noticing he's being ogled, well, that only strengthens Corin's belief. Din's heart is as kind and caring as Davarax'. Which is why Corin knows that, in addition to being a wonderful partner, Din is also going to be a wonderful father. That will be their future. He can feel it.

And who knows; maybe a lost little Foundling is already waiting for them out there?

#the mandalorian his son and the storm trooper #what if AU #the one-shots start coming and they don't stop coming

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the-firebird69 · 3 months

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It's a lot going on but that was refreshing and true they say they won't move him and they have to and it's because he might get harmed or kidnapped and they did move him out with a ship above before and we're wondering how long this bone head is going to take to launch his ships

It's really a long time it's like 6 months overdue and it's being a pain he's a royal pain we need that a****** out of the way and he might be compromised again plan. I got more to say he's going to run out of battery come on well I'm getting there people have to have consideration for it taking actual time and not to worry me like these people do and everybody is included including me sometimes so I hear it and he's right but these are a damn nuisance and they do it on everything. We have all sorts of alerts but for real the diamonds are going to come out of the three in the Northwest shore of Florida and shortly. Couple of other things have changed

-this little girl really has a straight and says it how it is and most everybody else can't or won't but she has a plan to ruin my husband's life by putting them on the street and wants to be the good guy so I guess I haven't changed and it's idiocy and she might bring the car down is to put him on the street by having him have the car and put him on and take him off social security by trying to imitate Caroline Corine and she's had it for a long time and Korean is aware of it and she is a disgusting person. We've had a lot of encounters with her trying to make my husband sick so we are going after her. In other news

-there are a few more things happening but boy this girl just rub people the wrong way the on purpose seven people annoy me I've tried to or try to now there's other things happening there are people evacuating and know my husband won't take the brunt of what your statement was at all, and there are about 3% left out of the 5% but 2% are up will be out soon and additional 2% are thinking about leaving no they're making plans right now to try and leave tonight and that will bring it to 13% remaining

-and she's a child and spoiled and doesn't realize that her entire race is dying forever for some reason and it's just running this a****** plan and getting rid of themselves and yeah you went in the hospital and on the street so you going to the hospital just like that moron who plays Sarah Connor not you it's Ellie and she wants me in the hospital cuz she's a moron nothing pseudo empire was doing she's right about it but she's still going along with it and not in his cover it's because she's an idiot

-there are further changes occurring right now once we mentioned yes but they're happening they are moving to unplug those three right now they have equipment going into place and it's a change and finally it will depressurize a small portion of Florida and it will encourage them because of the diamonds there's a lot of them and they need them this fighting it's not too intense they need the diamonds now and we heard orders go out for them to get as many tunnels open as possible and they sat down and met and that each handling three and it's going on now that taking all the ships out there's tons of these pesky ships huge numbers of them it takes forever my husband says clean the intakes out feel it up and get it out of the goddamn way and a lot of them heard that and said can we do that and Max says yes of course you can the question is may you and you may. There's a lot of stuff happening. And I'll post it

-we have a few other things going on and it's true and the intro and requiring oh come on and now they are so I guess they don't want to know. Yeah the pseudo empire is that all of those tunnels that it was in a month or five miles.

-additional to that they are talking about John remillard and his effect on things and they don't like it and they've been saying they should stop him and they didn't now there's a full-blown war and he's in the lead and he's like Benedict Arnold but it's not Benedict Donald at all it's this imbecile there's probably saying that Arnie was him. The researching it and finding out that people think that it was him and even he does and have notes and Terry cheeseman does too. And he's part of that hospital UMass Worcester and they're investigate him because of his AI comments

-this week he has three court cases and people know about there's probably two more that will arise during the week he will start those he is also going to be held to the finds that he was levied and he is not paying one of them or getting a bond on one of them and it's huge so far he only has only had two and he's got a bond on one and he's appealing it and he cannot appeal until he puts a bond on the second and the time limit is approaching it is March 25th and a court case starts that day too he is running out of time and I'll tell you it's two weeks away less than that and it is fast it goes fast and he's going to be in trouble

-along with all this going on just talk of getting my husband things no these people are saying not to a lot mostly the trumpsters and they are checking out the numbers are changing they were at 4.3% I mean the mainland last week right now there are 3.8% and falling rapidly and they have not had a major incident yet that's like a daily drop is 0.1% and that's a large number that is an increasing and ever increasing the major incidence now are the stashes and caches and not allowing them to stay on New Zealand if they get there most of it won't get there I'll be ripped out of his hands and or taken from the statues and caches and pulled away from mostly dead armies of trumps. It's going on right now in the Western hemisphere we already have numbers in I haven't put into the above that are about 0.3% so I guess it's at 3.5% and falling a****** but he has an invasion plan so far it's 0.5% and that's his share usually they fail so you'll be at 3%, they have a big huge invasion plan for Northern New England and the upper Midwest is even bigger now much bigger and the BC area and the tundra of Russia Europe's North and far north and more all pseudo empire bunkers and bases not to mention Brazil invasive like that in the Western hemisphere but this is growing this attack on the pseudo empire and Trump is committing 0.5% to it and probably raised to 1% and he'll probably lose it and he'll probably commit more because he thinks he's using AI and yeah he's not the guy but he's delusional he doesn't think that he's down to that few people no he does and he's a mean person and he's stupid. The bunkers of the pseudo empire and the deserts and jungles are not falling bja and Trump are increasing numbers and some minority warlock in total it's about 2% of the general populace that's a huge number they are using ships and other to repel them and the morlock are going to bring their fleets to bear and they'll be a battle in space finally the 1 billion that heated up we're told to shut down and they did not half of them moved off and were destroyed or taken and about 75% were taken 25% of destroyed and being scrapped the half million I'm sorry half a billion he says he's I'm dictating to him, and the half billion power down in our sitting there but that's all he has left they're saying it's a little more than that like 800 million. And once those are gone he's going to try and activate this other fleets which they had sent detachments to and they're trying to get him to leave but bja is going to try and move the fleet towards Earth because he needs to try and access the bunkers shortly and he has to get there and Trump is in the way and he might try and take the ships from him that's coming up

-there's a lot of stuff going on we are repulsed by this moron next door and the other one they're very very mean and stupid and insulant well beyond what we thought part of exam part of it is the immature Max trying to prove something by being adolescent children who are demented like these people doesn't prove anything it proves you have a weakness and we're planning on it playing on it

-couple other things some real tired people here and exhausted and they're getting sick once they unplug that system of tunnels around Florida and they're starting up north the others will be tomorrow and into the next day the oxygen level is going to shoot up and it's going to stay up because it's about 10 miles to 20 miles it starts there in a serious way and it will go up and I'm told what 17 to 20 during the day most of the time and 23 to 27 at night but most of the time it'll be around 22 to 23 but those are pretty decent levels and my husband grew up with about 20 during the summer and 16 during the winter and he was fine but this is going to be different you were going to suffer and he's doing better because the night is around 21 or 22 and he's trying to get oxygen all the time and most of you do not respond well and start to die and decay and your own immune system hits you and all the poisons hit you from dying bacteria and you don't do that and I've seen tons of explode really fast and in inflammation and it happens every day because you're sick you're dying and it's gross and it's tons of you but coming up when the next week the oxygen levels are going to increase and they will stay up and only get higher when the other tunnels are emptied and vacated and when it drops it will get higher than it is now the algae will grow more people would think less but it's more and I'm looking forward to it

-my little boy is going to become a little man that's right he's still going to be a little compared to me I'm pretty huge I'm approaching 9 ft well no it's about 7 ft 4 and that's pretty huge and he says that's about what the ceiling is here and it's true it's 7 ft 3 1/2 here and I'm just over it and nobody knew that. That's pretty tall compared to him and compared to anyone here and all over people are small and his grandpa Shaq is about 8 ft 5 and he's got some ass and big Joe is now 7 ft 9 and he's getting bigger and Preston is still shrinking. But I want to tell you that we have all sorts of estimates our people and Olympus Thor and Freya their people and Moana and Ariana it's nawada and yeah okay the name is messed up but goose and oh yeah okay that's way off father and mother from Africa and all over the world but we have estimates that March 27th he will start growing a little and the Prilosec potency is falling off it's hard to tell he has lipoma but they are going to melt off when he starts getting oxygen and it's going to happen shortly all of it is happening at the same time by the end of next week we approach the 27th and if you had it stored in a bottle with no air added or detracted the pills inside the gel I'm on the 27th would start to deteriorate inside completely and if you open the pill up a week later it comes out like a little dust and there's nothing really in there and the pill looks like it's quarter full I've seen it it's very strange it's like crystalline and then it becomes just dust-like cuz it's dry and if you wet it it dissolves and disappears and it's not in the solution or water. And it is chemically going to fall apart the stuff that's in him has been sitting in something that is kind of corrosive and that's fat and a lot of it is gone some of it still coming out and the new stuff is what we're paying attention to the old stuff is gone about 4 years ago and it took a little bit but he started getting big 4 years ago and that's why the new stuff is less potent but comes out in higher quantity as if someone planned it. Now what's this new stuff is gone and people are going to try and slip him the prilosec but people like John remillard are going to try and get them to grow and Tommy f and Tommy Allen because they're not really that Swift about the math. And people going to beat the s*** out of them and they're horrible with the cold for crying out loud that's what they're going to do and into April and we said the end of March he'll grow an inch and he might not grow an inch I think end of April you might be an inch taller. It's a little behind schedule but he's used to being 5-10 and a half and it won't make a difference you might grow another inch by the end of May but at the end of April he might be 40 lb heavier and transportation is going to be an issue as bicycle is not going to cut it no he should be okay he'll probably be about 280 and they're saying 275 or 270 which is not that much more it's about 25 more pounds roughly and they said it will be more muscle mass and Bone that's true bone and his chest bone will start growing in thank God and that will be the end of April but by then they say he might be 5 ft 11 and a half and you'll just barely notice the heights change and his pants will still fit the t-shirts mostly but pretty soon he's going to have to get new clothing and he can afford some pieces and the shorts will still fit and they stretch it's going to be gross if he still has his ball issue he says it's going to start getting better and ice will help and in a few days he'll notice it's getting better and it's really been bad for a long time injuries stay with him and stay with a lot of people. There's a couple more things but the funding should be coming too and the reason is that the pseudo empire is going to kick the idiots out out and Trump is going to be out and he's unreasonable if he's on 2% tomorrow he's going to be very weak in the mainland and he might be down to 2% on the island

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This is a personal problem that this idiot has and we're talking about Trump. He needs to go that guy is a whimpering a****** okay he says it to us all the time stupid things and we're going through my crap through goose and everybody else's now and he won't shut his mouth and he's deranged and we need him out he's a sick person sing a zombie no matter what you do and I put in the zombie meter not accounting for his mental illness and you should not and people weren't but it came out to the same number and I said look we need him to hell out of there they keep complaining and pointing out things and it's really true but he's holding it with threats and we have to get rid of him and we're going to and tonight he's going to throw himself in the fire pretty soon he'll be gone and will enjoy it but there are things coming up that start that off and one of them is happening tonight as we speak it it was the Oscars and he went to it and he came back already and he's a nutcase. We're going to have to go after him I'm putting it out there now

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thecarnivorousmuffinmeta · 2 years

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What if all the gifted Volturi randomly power-swapped?

I believe this question was inspired by the time the Cullens all gift swapped.

As always, to be fair, I've stuck Corin, Renata, Jane, Alec, Aro, Marcus, Felix, Demetri, Heidi, Chelsea, and Afton to randomly choose from a list.

Caveat

Before I begin, I should note that this won't make a huge difference. While changing up gifts means roles will shift around/Aro will be utterly annoying as he badgers whoever has his gift to now touch everyone's hand and tell him everything, the Volturi don't lose any gifts and they still function properly.

They're still the Volturi who can do what the Volturi must do.

They're just going to have a rough time for a while.

With that, let's begin.

Afton

Per the lord our god, Python's PRNG, Afton now has Chelsea's gift (Torgrim, you magnificent bastard, you always live to serve).

This is the best day of Afton's life. Not only is he Important (with a capital I), required on Volturi missions, and absolutely vital to the health of the organization, but HE CAN MAKE EVERYONE LOVE HIM. Everyone will respect him now! He'll be like Jonathon in Buffy.

Chelsea tells him this is great. This is wonderful, she's not upset or having an existential crisis. She is so glad that Afton now has a great gift that Aro will love him for. This is great.

Everyone else, for the record, thinks this is not great. Now, if there was ever a distant hope of getting rid of Afton, it's gone. He's not just Chelsea's mate, he is Chelsea. They're stuck with him forever unless they can learn how to swap gifts back.

And then Afton learns the terrible truth.

He's so unlikeable that, just like Chelsea, he can't make anyone like him. He's treated the same as ever. The difference being that Aro reluctantly calls him to the throne room "Afton can you... sigh... please do your thing?" or whoever he's out in the field with recruiting just gives him despairing looks.

Ugh. Afton.

Afton would like his old gift back, please.

Alec

By the divine will of Python, Alec gets Renata's gift.

He's utterly upset, now he doesn't have a badass power and has to hang around Aro, Caius, and Marcus constantly while everyone else gets to go cool places and do cool things.

(Renata is also very upset as THAT WAS HER JOB, DAMMIT)

He also never wanted to see this much of Aro in his life. Aro, for his own part, after centuries of hanging around Renata has no idea how to handle hanging around twelve-year-old Alec. Or the fact that Alec is now privy to many secrets that he is forbidden from telling his sister.

Alec's miserable.

Aro

Aro gets Heidi's gift.

This is one of the worst things that has ever happened to him. He's lost his gift that informed his very sense of self, he now has to rely on someone else to use that gift in his place with no means of knowing how much they're truly conveying to him, and in compensation he's now Extra Hot when the man he's in love with is miles across the sea and married.

This is a joke is what it is.

Well, Aro feels very very depressed for a while and then he gets over it. Alas, because he's him and in charge of this operation, he can't just take over Heidi's job. Instead, he tries to become Chelsea 2.0 since Afton is the new Chelsea (and can't rely on him for that).

"You know you want to join the Volturi," Aro says, lounging on his throne, looking... oddly alluring.

(Edward and Alice suddenly don't know what to say. He looks... oddly attractive and it's very hard to think of why they were so against joining the Volturi. It's kind of hard to think at all.)

Chelsea

Chelsea gets Jane's gift.

This is terrible. Chelsea goes from being the one everyone likes to being Miss Torture Queen and the bringer of pain. More, while she already got to hang out with Demetri a fair deal, now she's with him all the time as she has to tour around the world murdering people left and right (or whoever takes over Demetri's job, I guess we find that out later).

She's away from her husband (who has her gift and THAT'S FINE, THAT'S GREAT, GOOD FOR AFTON), people give her weird looks, and she's very very very unhappy.

Aro tells her that at least she didn't end up with the gift that's useless Hotness. (Chelsea would rather have that gift, she would love to have Heidi's job, GIVE HER HEIDI'S JOB).

Corin

Corin gets Felix's gift.

Gone are Corin's cushy days of hanging out with the wives, the only real people she's talked to much for centuries. Now, she has to pal Demetri's replacement, a very very very pissed Chelsea, and whoever is Alec now.

And she has to beat people up.

Chelsea at least gets to stand there, most of the time, Corin has to actually go in and get her hands very dirty.

She's having the worst time.

Demetri

Demetri gets Afton's gift.

Demetri dies, he just dies, not only did he lose a gift that he very much relied upon and has informed the course of his entire life, but he now has fucking Afton's gift.

What does he even do with himself now? He is the most useless being to walk the planet (Aro tells him he's very sorry, but at least he's not Hotness) Demetri would rather be Hotness because then at least he wouldn't be Useless.

I imagine Demetri keeps going around anyway. He has friends to visit, gossip to hear, and if he doesn't know where anyone is anymore then he can just pal around with the new Demetri and tell him how to use his gift properly. Demetri has a social network to maintain, thank you very much.

Felix

Felix gets Aro's gift.

He now gets hounded by Aro constantly, has to attend every single Volturi meeting, touch the hand of every single witness who visits, and sometimes go out and touch very specific hands. He's barely able to comprehend Aro's gift and then Aro demands he gives the rundown of these people's entire lives.

It's very overwhelming.

He'd rather be killing people.

Heidi

Heidi gets Demetri's gift.

Well, she'd rather be thinking up scams to lure humans into Volterra, it's what she's good at, but sure, she can go around tracking people with Demetri (who insists on coming). She also gets to hang out with a very angry Chelsea and Corin, which is less fun, but she figures there's not much you can do about this (and at least she didn't get the shittiest gift).

Though she does feel uncomfortable watching Aro shamelessly use her gift in any way he can. It just doesn't feel right.

Jane

Jane gets Corin's gift.

Alec may be stuck with Renata's gift but Jane is stuck with the getting high gift. She now has to awkwardly hang out with the wives and Caius, getting them high for days, bored out of her mind.

The only plus side is that she and Alec actually get to hang out with each other and don't have to go anywhere. So they commiserate on how bored and miserable they are.

This blows.

Marcus

Marcus gets Alec's gift.

Marcus would realize this is the worst day of his life except he's too depressed.

Instead, Aro tells him one morning, "Now Marcus, since you, ah, no longer have your gift, and appear to have dear Alec's, I'm going to need you to go out into the field. Often. Do you understand me?"

Marcus finds himself hanging around Chelsea, Corin, and Heidi, being told to subdue enemies with his new gift, and not having his sixth sense which was very innate to him at this point.

Now, Marcus doesn't particularly care, he's too depressed for that.

But it is... a day in the life of Marcus.

Weird shit happens to you.

Renata

And Renata gets Marcus' gift. She misses her own gift, dearly, but her role doesn't change much. She hangs around the big three and along with Felix informs Caius, Aro, and Marcus (when he gets to be around) of what's going on with whoever they're meeting with.

Renata does rather well in all of this.

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therealvinelle · 2 years

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Hi, to respond to your points about the wives (can’t link, don’t know how).

1. The reasons why Aro and Cauis put the wives in the tower were to make sure that they are used against them and if, in the event that they are killed, Aro and Cauis will not become like Marcus—emotionally and psychologically debilitated, correct? Now, because I like living, I would be glad something like the Volturi exists if Twilight vamps existed and that Aro’s game plan is to keep the secret for the sake of both vampire and human peace (even if it is arguably more for the sake of vampires’). I see Aro’s perception of Marcus’ state as more horrified and repulsed than concern for what is means for the greater good. It seemed to have left a strong enough mark on him to merit putting his wife and Athenodora in their tower in the first place, and I see this as an overreaction. Aro’s response was more emotion-driven than logical-again a response to seeing Marcus so…that. If Aro truly wanted to protect Sulpicia for her own sake and placed her safety as priority, I see just creating more buff vampires and placing them around her as she moves about—both as defense and possible diversions for her to vampirically run away—as sufficient. And If Didyme died before Chelsea, Jane, Alec, and Renata joined, Aro still could have placed those buff vamps until he had such players in his arsenal or just left them there for even more protection. Now I think you imply that the wives choose to stay and I’m inclined to agree because by all right they can just punch their way out. However, even if the wives were already more inclined to just dress pretty and walk high around Volterra with Corin at their heels, I remain suspicious of how exactly Aro convinced both women that being so “high” all the time without knowing or contemplating the possible long-term or short-term effects beforehand. Then, until I see stronger canon displays of how Corin’s power works, I feel forced to see that the long term effect of being exposed to her leave you unable to form decisions like you would be able to without her influence, or make you feel that what would/could have bothered you before seems not worth approaching. Then we don’t know enough about these women and how they lived before the Volturi and their rise. Was/Is just Athenodora just tired of having to fight vampires, is she as nervous as Victoria but less inclined to physically confront, or was she just as horrified for Cauis’ safety after that werewolf incident that she’d wholeheartedly just accept that there might be consequences but at least she’s finally safe? Was/Is Sulpicia (and Athenodora) more concerned with comfort and saftey without getting into more arguments or conflicts with their husbands? If Corin’s gift is so potent, then it seems very convienient for Aro to continue to keep them up there for his own assurance that their deaths won’t affect him.

2. And since I agree that Sulpicia must be someone who’d never think or desire Aro’s power for herself (LandD be damned), I don’t think that having her not drugged up and walking around would compromise his own position. Didyme, you seem to argue in a different post, was technically a threat to the endgame since Marcus’ gift was and is very useful to Aro and she wanted to go away with him, but Sulpicia is as tied to Aro as he is to her. She’d never leave him and he picked her for a very good reason. Which is part of my next point.

3. I know that you do not subscribe to soulmates in fiction as a principle nor mates in Twilight for its ties to that soulmate trope. However, when we read Twilight, we see that—other than oneself, mates are ususally the one person that a vampire cannot properly function without, or if that person above any other person in a vampire’s life were to be killed or disappear, that vampire would never recover. Even if it was a matter of stubbornness. We see that Aro at least acknowledges that a mate’s death speaks to their priority in a Vampire’s psychological health when he sees Marcus and decides to seclude the wives. He seems to acknowledge Sulpicia as his most important person, or if he rationally doesn’t he irrationally doesn’t want the irrational to risk his own debilitation. Thus the overreaction. While Carlisle appears to be his best friend, he was willing to let Carlisle die for the endgame and it doesn’t look like he’d be similarly debilitated by Carlisle’s death, even if it was by his own indirect work. Secondly, Carlisle has a much different position than Sulpicia. Sulpicia has been with Aro almost since the beginning. After the years, they’d be more of a unit—or publically seen as one—way before Aro met Carlisle. Sulplicia comes with Aro, Athenodora comes with Cauis—like I said above, neither women seem to feel a motivation to leave the men neither before nor after Corin. They have developed a life that is attached to Aro/Cauis and their ambitions.

However, Carlisle is an independent subject in the sense that he has his own vampire life, ambitions, desires, hopes, etc. and is as by himself as the random nomadic vampire living in Turkey by the time he meets and lives with the Volturi. Even though his diet places him as the weirdo. I surmise that if Aro ever entertained the idea of locking Carlisle up, he wouldn’t have felt it benefited him. Carlisle is a lot more devoted to his “no-eat-human” value that he is to Aro, and if Aro were to try to trap him and force him to feed on a human, it wouldn’t work because Carlisle would rather starve as he has before. We also see in canon that when Aro tried to entice Carlisle with a bloody body, Carlisle didn't succcumb. If he added imprisonment to that, I imagine that Carlisle would try to convince Aro to let him free, give up after a certain point or after some argument and just look away in disappointment. Both that and the starving wouldn’t appeal to Aro—why would he want to reduce Carlisle to that, especially when it is Carlisle’s character and confidence that Aro treasures? Aro had to let Carlisle go but he doesn’t have to let Sulplicia go, and even if Aro decided that he wanted Carlisle, he’d have to face the both the inconvenience and PR of having a barely controlled, starving, unwilling vampire in his midst. A visiting vampire who may hear, smell, see Carlisle wouldn’t feel that great about the implications of how Aro leads and uses his power and if they don’t they may question why the Volturi doesn’t just kill them. Rumors spread, yada yada. And in the face of all of that Aro would have had to let Carlisle go both to keep him as a friend and to maintain his image, which is all fine to me. I guess you could argue that Aro is able to keep Carl properly hidden away especially when Carl’s self control hits a point where he has to stay immobile to not attack a human, thus allowing Aro to physically move him somewhere….because Carlisle just seems to be the sort of person to sacrifice his independence to allow one human to live. Or that Aro would assure everyone that Carlisle has gone mad by his diet. But again, he wouldn’t want to see a starved, insane Carlisle. He likes him too much. It is just that I don’t think we can assume that Sulplica has similar benefits or the same position as Carlisle for us to assume that the implications will apply for her and Athenodora.

People, including vampires, generally don’t want to get involved or get caught getting interested in the inner dynamics of a romantic couple or “family” unit. Plus, even if neither applied, Athenodora neither Sulplicia are not not canonically active in vampire politics, deciding things for example. Maybe they give their two cents here and there, but there is no indication that the public has seen them or heard of them doing so. These women do not act out a political role other than being the wife of their leader. I can see that most vampires don’t give much thought to them due to their inactivity and near invisibility because it doesn’t affect them personally either implicitly, explicitly or directly. However, what happens to Carlisle is more likely to raise questions. Therefore, what happens with the wives (the good, the bad, the possibly ugly) isn’t likely to get out and cause bad PR and could be written off as either non of someone’s business or incidental. Then there is the fact that, again, Sulp/Athen are recognized as the official romantic partners of the leaders. Carlisle is a nobody, so Aro being so “crazy” about his wife makes more sense than does him insisting on Carlisl’s imprisonment—once again, if he is so dangerous why not just kill him? If Aro were to argue for Carlisle’s imprisonment by saying his diet made him mad, then wouldn’t there be a protest or claim that he could easily get rid of Carlisle by killing him? In that narrative, Carlisle was a danger to the secret and was a whack job. He deserved to get punished, or if not exactly deserved then he was a serious liability. Yet Aro insists on keeping this freaky nobody around? There might be some questioning Aro’s devotion to his own goal or his rationality. So Carlisle can and must go, even if Aro had an impulsive moment of thought.

Carlisle is just outside of Aro’s intimate authority and control than Sulplicia is due to their different type of connections to Aro.

4. I for one feel neutral towards Aro. He serves a purpose—I don’t want to die a horrendous death nor see my loved ones or really anyone else I am around die like that. He reads to me as interesting but also having the weakness that many vampires in the series has, which is that fear of being weak and/or locking power. Which I’d say is an exacerbated hangover from being human (humans don’t like being emotionally vulnerable) coupled with being so used to being the apex predator. Aro is very used to having the upper hand on others, and it doesn’t make him the Devil Incarnate. It just make him a person who likes and is used to having peak intimate and socio-political power. His weakness is his desire, which is power. Cauis is similar, if we were to look back to how he remained affected by the close call with the werewolf.

Chelsea, Demetrius, Corin, and Jane and Alec weren’t recruited for the sole purpose of keeping the wives in their tower. They are all much too useful and valuable, with their gifts being applicable to every imagined need that Aro has. Which is why I wonder why Aro couldn’t have used a rotating guard of super buff men like Felix and Santiago to be around the wives around the clock. Maybe the wives refused, but again, we don’t have canon proof of that nor an indication. I’d have to make a lot of assumptions first. Which can be fun, but I like to cover my bases first. As much as I can anyway.

I do agree that Aro acts graciously at times when he didn’t need to and that he, like Carlisle, is very devoted to his endgame. For me, the problem is that I can’t quite tell who these women are for myself and how they came to be as they are. It is all a little too easy and tied up for me.

I also agree that the interpretation could go either way amongst us interpreters. It isn’t as if Meyer will come out to answer all of my questions and since this is a fictional situation the questions won’t be answered satisfactorily (in a sense) without her input for me.

This was fun.

I forgot to add I further get that ”the argument can go both ways” deal. I think as much in my considerations of Bella’s sexuality. Wait, that’s another thing that I disagree on. Well we got two, folks.

(bogusavathepit is referring to this post.)

All good and interesting points. Glad we agree to disagree.

(For those wondering my thoughts on the points bogusavathepit raised, see @thecarnivorousmuffinmeta's masterpost, as mine isn't up to date. Thoughts on Bella's sexuality, mates, Aro/Sulpicia, and the whole shebang are stored there.)

#bogusavathepit #the carnivorous muffin #meta written by anon #meta written by others

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volturiwolf · 3 years

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The Volturi Princess - A Felix Volturi x fem!Reader Story (part 1)

A/N: This is the first Volturi- and Twilight-related story I ever started writing and it is quite long and elaborated/complex, as I tend to overanalyze in many parts. I have wrote a few parts until now and I'll be uploading them in the future. I have been quite emotional throughout writing it, trying to understand the reader's point of view.

A/N 2: I'm sorry if something doesn't make sense. English is not my first language. I also include Italian through the story, with translation, but I'm not a native or a speaker, so I'd like to apologize in advance to those who speak Italian. Enjoy :)

A/N 3: According to "The Amagi" on Youtube, Felix was born in 250 BC (their thumbnail), so I used that in my story.

No of Words: about 5347

Mentions of: Abandonment, Abortion, Anxiety, Blood, Bruises, Coma/Comatosed State, Death Emotional Abuse, Emotional and Physical Pain, Gaslighting, Greece/Greek Language - with translation, Heartbreak, Italian Language - with translation, Manipulation, Murder, Pain, Panic Attacks, Pregnancy, Suffering, Suicide/Suicidal Thoughts, Swear Language, Throwing Up/Puking, Witches/Wizards/Witchcraft

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My heart felt heavy. I may have just escaped the cruelest vampire of all, but I also ran away from the love of my life, my mate, the only person who could fully understand me in this world. I asked him to run away with me, but, although our bond was strong, he felt obliged to stay loyal to his master, his creator. I drove as fast as I could, away from the sunny Volterra, and away from him.

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(Y/N) grew up quite privileged, in Vampire terms. Being born into the Volturi coven was something many vampires could only dream about. (Y/N) was abandoned by her parents when she was a baby, but Aro, one of the three Volturi leaders, took her under his protection, and offered her more things than she could ever have imagined. After all, she was his only biological granddaughter, the “Volturi princess”, an heiress to the throne; her mother lost that “privilege” when she met and fell in love with a wizard.

(Y/N)’s mother soon got pregnant with her, and then later turned her husband into a vampire to help her with her pregnancy, and stay together forever. However, (Y/N)’s parents couldn’t raise her because they wanted to run free and careless, not commit to anything permanent, so Aro took over and raised his granddaughter with the highest honors and privileges, “as a princess should be raised”.

(Y/N) was a mix of Vampire, Witch and Human, due to the grandmother, Sulpicia, being human when Aro found her; Sulpicia later fell pregnant with (Y/N)’s mother, and Aro transformed her to vampire, as he had planned all along. Aro raised (Y/N) according to his own rules and morals, teaching her how to kill humans to feed from, how to attack and slip away from her opponents, how to lead other vampires, and most importantly, how to keep her identity and existence a secret, not only to humans, but other non-Volturi vampires as well. No one could know that there was a possibility of a vampire having a child with a human, and that the child could be effectively controlled and raised as a regular vampire.

As (Y/N) grew older and older, reaching the human age of 25 within 7 years of her birth, Aro would spend more and more time with her, examining and studying her possibilities and her potential powers’ development. (Y/N) grew up to be extremely strong and fast, an excellent tracker with great intelligence and understanding of the world around her. However, Aro could not risk sending her to “Volturi duties”. She was his hope for a stronger coven; with (Y/N) in the throne, Aro felt like he could conquer the vampire world with ease.

That’s why he was always searching for the best guards he could find, to protect the coven and do his work instead of himself, Caius, or (Y/N). He couldn’t rely on Marcus, as he proved to be too emotional since Didyme died, but was still valuable for his plan. Caius, on the other hand, although powerless, was far more sadistic and “diligent” in following vampire rules, and (Y/N)... (Y/N) was just too obedient, following every order Aro gave her - a strong asset for the Volturi.

Aro was changing guards and trackers quite easily, disposing them when they were no longer needed or when he found better ones. He needed talented and strong vampires to serve the coven and do their work.

Chelsea was the very first vampire Aro created solely to serve the Volturi, after recognizing her potential when she was human. Chelsea’s gift of relationship manipulation was truly useful in bringing new vampires into the coven and was used thousands of times during Volturi's reign. It could also easily dispose of them, making their bonds with other vampires break at will; those vampires were isolated by the other vampires and then killed - Aro couldn’t risk letting them get away knowing the Volturi’s secrets and life.

About 100 years later, Corin joined the Volturi, just a couple decades after (Y/N)’s birth. Corin’s gift of addictive contentment was the one which kept Marcus in the Volturi after Didyme’s death - along with Chelsea’s to make him committed to Aro’s greater plans, and was also used on Sulpicia, Athenadora and any other vampire in the Volturi guard to keep them satisfied being in the Volturi. Under Aro’s instructions, Corin was keeping Chelsea content with being in the Volturi, and Chelsea was keeping Corin loyal to them, each of them using their gifts against each other, without their knowledge.

Sometime between 230 and 220 BC, while travelling in Rome, searching for additional vampires to add to the coven, Aro supposedly met a young, strong and ambitious fighter, who wished to become a gladiator one day, named Felix. Felix did not only look, but also was physically capable of fighting even with beasts, during his short time as a fighter, way before the Colosseum was built. Born into a poor family, his strength was his only way of making money, and becoming a gladiator was his only way out of poverty, a way to provide for both his family and himself.

When his family was almost imprisoned by Roman army officers for outstanding debts, Felix was forced to make a deal with them to fight, in whatever they ordered him to. Fighting turned out to be the only way for Felix to deal with his emotions and rage towards people in power. When Aro approached Felix, he was promised a good life, where he wouldn’t have to worry about surviving another day. Felix did not seem willing enough, not being fond of the idea of serving people in power, who he so despised.

Luckily for Aro, Chelsea was the one who “convinced” Felix to join the Volturi guard, with Aro changing him afterwards. Unlike previous guards, Felix showed impeccable strength, speed and talent towards both dodging and initiating attacks, eventually making him a permanent member in the Volturi Guard, along with Chelsea and Corin.

Felix was assigned as the leading guard for the three kings’ protection, this role extending to the protection of their two wives and (Y/N); though Aro knew that, if it came to anyone attacking his granddaughter, she would be able to handle it by herself. However, he still wanted to make sure that she was safe and that Aro would do anything to protect her.

For about a couple millennias, (Y/N) was content with her situation, being the “Volturi princess” and all that. Besides, having Felix in the Volturi was another reason to stay in the coven, apart from staying loyal and true to Aro for taking her in, when she was abandoned.

Every time Felix looked into her eyes, she felt her whole body burn - though, it wasn’t a feeling of suffering, rather a feeling of longing, waiting for something to happen so badly that her body couldn’t control itself. Although she was partially a vampire, (Y/N) would feel like she couldn’t breathe, like her legs were ready to give up on her, like she wanted to grab Felix and never let go.

Felix, although not admitting it even to himself, would feel the same way, but he knew that his position would not allow him to approach (Y/N) in such a way. He was just a guard - although he was the strongest of them all, and she was the Volturi princess, one of his masters, whom he was only allowed to approach in order to protect. He didn’t want Aro to know he saw his granddaughter like that; it could cost him his position in the guard, or even his life. So, he kept these feelings deep within him, not allowing them to resurface, or act upon them.

However, every time these two existed at the same place, the invisible sparks between them would fly left and right. And only one vampire was able to see them. One who hadn’t felt these sparks in centuries.

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(Y/N)’s POV:

I yawned loudly as I woke from a long, much needed sleep. I was the only vampire around who was able to sleep, mostly due to my non-vampire natures. I didn't really need to sleep on a regular basis, but when I did, I could literally sleep 3 days straight and nobody would be able to wake me up. “For my own protection”, as Aro said, I would always have at least two guards outside of my room’s door, in case anything happened while I was sleeping. Like what could even happen? My room was at the furthest side of this huge castle. I’m pretty sure that if there ever was an attack against the Volturi, it would most probably have been dealt with immediately, and the attacker wouldn’t make it anywhere near my room.

I felt the warm sun on my skin, slightly glowing and sparkling beautifully. My eyes, mostly (Y/E/C) with a golden ring around the pupil, could easily adjust to the light. Unlike the other vampires, I could easily live among humans; I could sleep, eat human food, my skin not being as sparkly as others, and I could control my thirst far better than others.

Since Jane and Alec joined the coven, Aro would show an immense interest in them and their skills, helping them train daily and develop their powers further, eventually forgetting about me. I would spend more and more days away from the castle, “protected” by my anonymity, getting to know humans more and more. The longer I was observing them, the more they would trigger my interest in them. They could feel true emotions, real pain, real hurt, real love. They had their families, they received an unconditional love that I could never have.

Unbeknownst to Aro or anyone else for that matter, I have started developing new powers, similar to the other vampires in the Volturi coven or anyone else outside of it. I have also started noticing that I may have an immunity towards others’ talents, feeling that neither Corin’s addictive contentment made me satisfied with being in the Volturi, nor Chelsea’s relationship manipulation could keep me loyal to Aro anymore. If it weren’t for Felix, or Demetri and the Twins, who have all become my best friends by now, I would have probably left.

A vampire named Carlisle Cullen had visited the Volturi and stayed with us for a while, about 100 years ago. He saw the way the Volturi treated humans like they were nothing, and how they were as cruel as to kill other vampires, with the excuse that they were exposing our kind with the way they lived. Entire covens had been wiped out due to such excuses, a way to eliminate potential enemies from becoming too powerful and find as many talented vampires as possible and force them to join the Volturi.

Carlisle was talking about a new way of life, where vampires wouldn’t have to kill humans to survive, a life where vampires and humans could live in peace, without harming each other. He was insisting that vampires could survive on animal blood just as efficiently as with human blood; that animal blood would not make them weaker, and that it would be a much more ethical and sustainable way to feed.

Of course, Aro and Caius were the first ones to mock his proposition, clearly not caring about humans’ feelings and pain. Marcus did not budge at all, his heartache making him indifferent to anything around him. But I was growing more and more interested in this alternative way of life; I was, after all, feeding on human food already, so that I was feeding on human blood as little as I could.

It was a few years after Carlisle left Volterra that Eleazar joined the Volturi. Aro forced him to join after finding out he could detect if someone had any special ability. Aro considered his gift useful in identifying if any of his enemies had any special power when in battles, or when he sent Eleazar around the world to recruit talented vampires.

Eleazar was clearly not liking the way the Volturi forced their ways and wants on others, and how they could take advantage of others for their own benefit. I could just sense that he was displeased and was forcing himself to stay in the coven, one, due to Corin’s and Chelsea’s gifts, and two, out of fear of what could happen to him and his mate, Carmen.

Carmen, a vampire from Spain, like Eleazar, met with Eleazar while he was a guard here, they fell in love, and eventually, Eleazar decided to leave the Volturi and run away with Carmen. Aro decided that he did not care about him and his gift as much as others’, so he let him go unharmed, “blessing” them for safe travels.

Just a few days before he left, I consulted him on my own powers. Though a lower member of the guard, Eleazar had his own room, a decent place to stay, and spend his endless hours in. I knocked slightly on the door.

“Come in”, a calm voice was heard. I opened the door and came into his room. Carmen was sitting on the edge of their bed and Eleazar was reading a book on his desk. They both smiled sweetly. I just felt and knew they were too nice to fit anywhere in here, among the cruel and strict Volturi.

“(Y/N)! So nice to see you!”Carmen exclaimed and stood to hug me. The second we hugged I started seeing parts of her life in Spain, the calm waters of Catalunya, the vast vineyards where she would spend the early years of her life… I quickly detached myself from her embrace. I just couldn’t invade her privacy like that. She and Eleazar both looked at me worried, as if I had offended them.

“I’m sorry. I just can’t let you “show” me your whole life like that!” I looked at Carmen apologetically.

“(Y/N), you saw Carmen’s life?” Eleazar continued, intrigued by my words.

“That’s why I came to talk to you. I..I feel like I’ve been developing a gift, or a few gifts, to be completely honest. And I feel like.. like I have a specific power one day, and another power the next!” I stated frantically.

It was the first time I have openly talked about my powers to anyone, and I was shaking just by the words that came out of my mouth. Eleazar did not say anything, he just stood there for a few minutes, I supposed “examining” me, as if a doctor checking on a patient.

“Remarkable.” He said calmly. He looked at his mate with excitement, as if he just discovered a lost treasure. “(Y/N) has one of the most remarkable gifts I have ever seen.” He then turned to me. “You, (Y/N), are able to copy anyone else’s gifts and keep them as your own. You don’t even have to be in contact with them. Just by meeting someone, you can obtain their powers. I have never met anyone like that. You also seem to have obtained immunity to others’ powers, kind of like a shield. I have met such vampires before. From the stories Aro has been telling, your mother was like that. It is likely that you copied that gift for her. Such vampires are extremely useful to themselves or even others, in battles. Like themselves, you can use your gift to protect others from others’ powers, beside yourself.”

That came too sudden to my ears. I have assumed that I may have at least one power, but I didn’t realise I could copy others’ powers. That is why I was showing signs of Aro’s power!

“How can I train my powers? Eleazar! Carmen! You have to help me!”

“As you know, we will be leaving soon. I don’t know if there will be enough time to train you.”

“It’s okay. We will train as much as you want. Please, Eleazar! Please, Carmen!” I started begging them. As if they were hypnotized, they quickly looked at each other and agreed to help me.

The next few days, before Eleazar and Carmen’s departure, included intense training, far away from Volterra, deep in the woods, where no human could interrupt us. I couldn’t say the same for vampires, but I hoped nobody would cross paths with us. Eleazar and Carmen helped me develop my self-control and self-awareness, concentrating through the deepest parts of my mind, resurfacing my shield and expanding it beyond my existence. I started to have control over it, as if it was an actual solid substance, a veil floating around me towards any direction I ordered it to go.

After Eleazar and Carmen left, I started travelling the world more, trying to copy as many powers as I could come across with, while also training my shield. My excitement for the endless possibilities was what kept me going - kind of when Aro would add another talented vampire to his Guard. His Guard. Felix. I wonder how he was. I hadn’t seen him in a while. I wondered if he thought of me like I thought of him.

After travelling pretty much anywhere I could reach, I eventually went back to where it all started: I went to Greece. Aro met Sulpicia here, apparently my mom met my dad here. Maybe I could find out, understand why they left me. I have never met them, but I felt as if my tracking skills could detect them through my own existence.

I started travelling through the country, hoping that they stayed here or, at least, that they’re alive. I spent about 2 or 3 years in Greece, trying to take in every different place, while also avoiding the battles that seemed to take place in every other corner. I was feeding off animals mainly, mostly when I couldn’t find any other human food. I was washing myself in rivers, streams, whatever I could find.

I was stopping by any village that seemed to be still standing, asking about the current situation. The Greek Revolution, which started a few years ago, seemed to still be going on. The Ottomans, who had been occupying Greece for almost 400 years, could not allow Greeks to turn against them and start claiming their rights within the Ottoman Empire.

Many Greeks I met and talked to, admitted that some of the Ottomans were actually being nice to them; it was only the Ottoman government ordering their armies to execute massive massacres against Greeks, and after all this time, a few Greeks started gathering up and planning a revolution, away from Greece, in fear of being caught. They started getting organized and finding possible allies to help them with the Revolution; they just couldn’t risk getting caught within the country that they were hoping the independent Greece could become. The battles were becoming more and more intense, both on the mainland, as well as on the islands.

I started looking for answers, anything that could suggest that my parents were still alive and somewhere in Greece. To my surprise, I crossed paths with many Greek nomad vampires all over the country. They were also fighting against either Ottoman vampires or each other for territorial claims; however, they all talked me out of travelling north, towards Macedonia. The region had started being reclaimed back by Greek humans, but vampires were also seeing the potential for the area and they fought against each other for the land.

All of the nomads I encountered were talking about some of the most vicious vampires claiming the land, their enemies being literally slaughtered and burned to set an example for other vampires to back off their territory. I was intrigued, and I knew that, most probably, I would be able to deal with them or flee before they got to me.

So, I started travelling north, through the woods and mountains, in order to avoid any possible battle between humans, though many of them seemed to hide in the mountains, preparing for their battles. Macedonia was a quite big and vast region, so I had to travel quite a few days and search every possible corner.

I know I shouldn’t have done this, but I was feeling exhausted from all the searching. I haven’t fed in quite some time, and my throat was burning by the familiar need for blood. I haven’t seen any animals all these days, and I was wondering if they were gone or hiding.

Sadly, I came across a human. He seemed to be wounded, probably during a battle, his blood gushing out of his body. I couldn’t help myself, when I breathed in the smell, the burning sensation becoming unbearable. I thought of approaching him slowly, so as not to scare him, offering to help him, but deep down I just wanted to feed off of him.

“Γειά! Συγνώμη αν σε τρόμαξα. Σε είδα από μακριά. Μπορώ να σε βοηθήσω με κάποιο τρόπο; (Hey! Sorry if I scared you. I saw you from afar. Can I help you in any way?)” I offered calmly.

The man was trying to suppress his growls. I could sense his pain. I tried to help him stand on his feet, and then I saw all of his memories. He was in the army, fighting alongside Greeks against the Ottomans, in Macedonia, just outside of Thessaloniki. I didn’t even know I was so close to a city, let alone Thessaloniki.

He was trying to pass through the woods, when he came across what seemed to be two red-eyed vampires, one male and one female. They tried to attack him, but someone else managed to shoot him first, forcing the two vampires to run away. I don’t know how or why, these two felt familiar to me, I could feel that through his memories.

“Γειά! Μπορείς.. Μπορείς να πας στο κοντινότερο χωριό; Νομίζω.. Νομίζω ότι είδα κάτι στο δάσος, δε νομίζω ότι ήταν κάτι φυσιολογικό! Πρέπει.. Πρέπει να προειδοποιήσω τους άλλους! (Hey! Can.. Can you get me to the nearest village? I think.. I think I saw something in the woods, I don’t think it was something normal! I have.. I have to warn the others!)” He mumbled in between sharp shoots of pain.

“Με συγχωρείς πολύ! (I’m really sorry!)” I plead with guilty eyes. I put my hand in his wound, searching for the bullet, while he was consumed by pain. I took the bullet out of the wound, and quickly attached my lips on his skin, sucking the blood as fast as I could, biting deeply unintentionally. His screams were becoming louder and louder, so I covered his mouth with my hand, while trying to shut him up or break his jaw. A few seconds later, he stopped screaming, and I let his lifeless body fall, completely numb and drained out of blood.

I felt renewed, his blood travelling to every part of my body and giving me a new kind of strength that I haven’t felt in a while. I still felt guilty for killing him, but he was already wounded and I couldn’t risk him exposing our kind to others. I assumed that whoever found him - if anyone found him - would also assume that he died of blood loss, so I tried to position him in a realistic pose for that purpose, as best as I could. I left him there, and continued the search for my parents.

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I was running through the woods, trying to locate the two vampires from the guy’s memories. My mind was chaotic, I wasn’t thinking about something specific. I stopped in my tracks. What Aro taught me, and what I understood from Demetri’s tracking skills, is that you have to stop, take a breath and realize your position in the world. Then, you would be able to realize everything around you and find your targets. I have successfully found other vampires like that before, vampires who I have either met in person or smelled their scent, but I didn’t know if I could find someone through someone else’s memories of them.

I took a deep breath and tried to concentrate as best as I could, focusing on the smaller details of the guy’s memories of these vampires. I felt two vampires running on my west, about 10 kilometers away, and I ran after them. They were running fast, but I was way faster. Within a minute or two, I was running right behind their tracks. They must have realized that a stranger was following them, but, instead of running, they suddenly stopped. I stopped as well, and we were now facing each other.

The female had long, brunette, curly hair, and the male short, dark brown, straight hair; both of their hair looked shiny, healthy, and rich. They were of average height and their eyes were piercing red, as if they also fed quite recently. The female was exceptionally beautiful and enchanting; I could only compare her to Heidi’s exceptional beauty. The male looked quite stoic and austere, though still beautiful.

Both of them on defensive positions, waiting for me to attack. I wasn’t planning to move any further from my position; I was only waiting for their own reactions. I felt that kind of a burning sensation within me again, like a feeling buried deep inside me, trying to find an escape.

Suddenly, the male growled at me, flames springing out of his hands, and being thrown at me. I felt my heart fall out of my chest, fearing that this would be my end. As if my body reacted on its own, I felt my own shield extending out of my body, building a wall around me and protecting me from the male’s attack. My hands started burning and flames came out, ready to counterattack the male. The male looked at the female, dumbfounded by what he witnessed, still in a defensive position, but ready to attack again.

“I’M NOT HERE TO FIGHT YOU!” I shouted at both of them. “I’M JUST SEARCHING FOR SOMEONE!”

The male shrinked back, the female following close by. “Who are you looking for? We haven’t seen you around. Who are you? Why are you here?” The male requested. His voice serious, but smooth at the same time; a voice I could only describe as the warm earth below their bare feet.

“No, I’m not. I come from Italy, though I think I was born around here. My name is (Y/N), I’m looking for my parents. I don’t quite remember what they look like, but I’m pretty sure that they lived around here. They abandoned me when I was a baby.”

“This has been our territory for almost 3 millennials! We would have known if any humans abandoned their offspring around here!” The female exclaimed, as if she didn’t believe a word I said. I didn’t want to tell them the whole story, but I had to show them that I didn’t mean to fight in any way.

“I never said they were humans. My mother was actually sort of a vampire, like you.”

The female started letting her guards down. “What do you mean sort of? I’ve never heard of a “sort of vampire” before!” She continued doubtfully.

“Believe me or don’t, my mother was born half vampire, half human. My dad wasn’t even a vampire before she met him. He wasn’t even human to be honest.” My eyes started stinging slightly. I could have had a good, happy life if they didn’t abandon me. I wouldn’t have to grow up with Aro.

“You said you were from Italy.” I nodded at the male, as he continued. “You never said where exactly.”

I wasn’t sure if I should tell them my real origin; I wouldn’t like them to know I was a Volturi, but I knew I needed help to find my parents. If they were actually here as long as they say, they might have known or met my parents at some point.

“Volterra. I was born here, in Greece, like my mother, but grew up in Volterra with my grandparents.” I looked down, kind of scared, kind of anxious, waiting for their next move.

The female gasped. “Are you a Volturi?!” I looked at her, straight in the eyes, swallowed, and nodded. “I know the Volturi. Who are your grandparents?”

“Aro and Sulpicia.” I answered so quietly that, if they weren’t vampires, they wouldn’t have heard me, my voice trembling slightly.

The female suddenly fell on her knees, the male wrapping his arms around her, comforting her. I didn’t know what was going on. Did I say something wrong? Were they scared? The sheer mention of the Volturi would scare a lot of vampires, but I thought that maybe these two seemed strong enough to deal with them.

The female started sobbing, no tears coming out of her red eyes, her body shaking. I felt something within me break. I felt that I didn’t want to upset them, that’s why I was hesitant in telling them who I really was. The male looked at me, pain in his eyes. I saw a familiar look. I saw me in his eyes, what I looked at in my mirror anytime I was thinking about my parents, or, sometimes, when I thought of Felix.

“Are you a half witch?” The male asked quietly. Something snapped in me. How would he know that?

“I swear, I didn’t do anything to your mate! I DIDN’T!” I shouted at the male. I didn’t want him to think that I would hurt his mate, or himself.

“I know you wouldn’t. It’s just..” He looked at his mate who had stopped sobbing, but was still down on her knees, unable to stand up. “..my mate is Aro and Sulpicia Volturi’s only daughter.”

My body tensed and shivered. If that woman is the only daughter Aro and Sulpicia ever had...could that mean..?

I took a few steps back. “AM I YOUR DAUGHTER? ARE YOU MY PARENTS?” I looked at them in disbelief.

Those were the people who abandoned me! That let me grow parentless, under Aro’s rules and directions! I was breathing heavily, in between sobs. I didn’t even realize that I set my whole body ablaze, until both vampires looked at me shocked. I didn’t feel any pain, but I couldn’t stop the flames licking my body, and in my frantic state, I started panicking even more.

The male started approaching me slowly, trying to not scare me away. “Shush, shush. You’re okay. You’re doing okay. I know how it feels at first. You’re experiencing some aspects of the life as a witch. It’s okay. Close your eyes and picture the flames in your head.” I closed my eyes and tried concentrating on the flames. “Now, imagine them burning out, becoming smaller and weaker.” I focused on the flames, imagining them weakening. After a few minutes, I felt them getting smaller and smaller, and finally disappearing. I opened my eyes slowly.

The female was standing next to the male, watching me carefully. In a quick motion, she pulled me and embraced me, stroking my hair lightly. I breathed in her scent, a mix of mountain flowers and the saltiness of the sea. Her touch was soft, and filled me up with what felt like a thousand different emotions.

But, I mostly felt safe. It was the first time in my life that I actually felt this safe. And whole. I felt like I actually belonged somewhere. I hugged her back. Tears started spilling from my eyes. That was my mom! That was actually my mom! After all this time, we were finally together. I felt the male, my dad, hugging both of us, and in that moment, I felt my legs giving up on me, and I finally fell into a long sleep.

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chaoswillfallrpg · 3 years

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SYBILL TRELAWNEY is TWENTY-TWO YEARS OLD and a WAITRON & TEA BLENDER in ROSA LEE’S TEABAG at DIAGON ALLEY. She looks remarkably like SOFIA BRYANT and considers herself NEUTRAL. She is currently TAKEN.

→ OVERVIEW:

tw: death, bullying, alcoholism

Whimsical with a curiosity for the unusual, Sybill Trelawney is the lingering scent of tea leaves, the promise of truth in the decorated illustrations on worn tarot cards and the gentle cascade of fragmented light dancing freely in a sanctum of solace. Born to DOROTHY HAROLDS, a Muggle dramatic arts teacher, whom despite having a witch for a sister had never had a desire for the wizarding lifestyle until she’d met EUGENE TRELAWNEY. A charismatic wizard, he was an enigma who possessed an electric magnetism; drawing those that dared venture close into his entangled web. Quickly married after being swept by his charms, while never wanting a child of her own Dorothy was blinded by love for her husband and craved to please him. Despite concerns, the pair had Sybill and settled on the outskirts of Cornwall, England, basking in the fame of their ancestor CASSANDRA TRELAWNEY whose reputation gave them status and social standing. Even with their union disgusting higher brows, the name Trelawney was still esteemed with the mere notion of decedents sharing the same gift of the inner eye as their predecessor. Unable to survive on reputation alone and aided by his wife, Eugene began to serenade Muggles with false fortunes and prophecies. Manipulating the misfortuned and downhearted, they clung to the lies of a showman in hopes to find peace within their fractured lives. Conning lonely people to aid in their plights, Sybill grew up oblivious to their shortcomings. Clinging to the good of her parents' word as they mislead her to believe their ‘work’ as acts of compassion rather than deceit.

After several years of playing tricks, Eugene grew cocky. Reviling in his deceptions he boasted of his bidding all while basking in his wife’s keen acting skills. Together, the pair rejoiced in their new found wealth. Though their cunning intellect did not go unnoticed by all. Caught in a lie by RONAN SKENDER, a wizard who too was well versed in the art of deception, Eugene’s slide of hand and false pretenses were as clear as day to the fellow trickster. Drunk on the knowledge he’d caught the famous fortune teller in his own scheme, Skender threatened to destroy the reputation and very name of Trelawney. But unbeknownst to the Trelawney’s, he had a scheme planned of his own. Instead, he offered a proposition in exchange for his silence. Knowing the mere whisper of fraud would ruin them, the Trelawney’s were black mailed into the net of Skenders and in turn joined the ranks of Le Cirque Des Rêves. A home for the whimsical and peculiar, The Skenders in passing years had reclaimed the narrative from their ancestors' callous reputation at Cirque Arcanus. Famed by the dreamer ENZO SKENDER, the reputation of the late Ring Master was carried in the art of his wife KAMALI SKENDER and younger twin brothers Ronan and CONRAD SKENDER. Sybill, oblivious to her family’s reasoning for joining and at only seven, revealed in the marvel that her new home encompassed. Promising wonder under the glittering strung lights and striped tents, it was filled with sorcerers and creatures who prided themselves on their peculiarity. With it came, Sybill hoped, a place that could finally feel like home.

Though slowly Sybill began to realise that her dreams of wonderment were merely that of fantasy. A curious child and overlooked by her parents, she ached for their company. With a mother that could barely meet her eye and a father consumed in his showmanship, hopes of rekindling her relationship with them grew slim. Claiming she was young and naive, they deemed her foolish; though her intellect was more than either could have foreseen. Piecing together fragmented whispers exchanged at twilight, the witch soon learned the reality of her parents tricks. With the facade crumbled, she saw the man her father really was. Not a famed Seer whom she had deeply admired, but a mere crook and fool. Searching for solace in the stars and tarot cards, Sybill hoped to find answers to her parents' cruelty but fell short. Comfort, however, came in her best friends CORIN HALE and CHRISTOPHER HIGGLEBOTTOM. Fellow children of the circus with merely a few years separating them in age, the three were an unlikely trio. A feisty young werewolf, Corin grew up the princess of the circus, dreaming of following in her mother’s footsteps as the adopted daughter of Kamali and SILAS CRUMP. Christopher on the other hand was nomadic, a quieter soul he fell into the circus with his talented nibble fingers though never held the same love for the mystery of the night as Corin did. Sadly, the pair understood the ache of betrayal and heartache caused by those meant to love them.

As they grew, the circus felt more like a cage than a sanctum for the strange. While growing more reliant on Corin as time passed, Sybil began to see Chris in a new light. Chris longed for normalcy and stability while Sybill craved a place she could finally call home. Laying under stars on the outskirts of secluded towns, they planned on one day living outside of the shadows. Exchanging promises with a gentle brush of hands and a tender kiss, unaware that Sybill’s chance at happiness would come merely days later in the form of a letter to Hogwarts. Sorted into Ravenclaw, the witch held her reservations about mingling with others. Isolating herself in an attempt preserve her inner eye, Sybill found she preferred secluded areas along forgotten passageways and mingling with the tower ghosts. With glitter adorning her cheeks and colourful scarves in her hair, Sybill’s unique sense of self wasn’t always well received. One particular witch that took a disliking to her was PERSEPHONE WILKES; a queen bee among the hallowed halls who believed she was Merlin’s gift itself. Thinking the wailing insults sounded more like a newly potted mandrake craving attention, Sybill attempted to brush comments off with a witty remark and roll of her eyes. However if it wasn’t for Wilkes’ sourness to anything challenging the norm, Sybill never would have met the spunky Irish witch SAOIRSE MACMILLAN. Having left a gathering for Sorcerers for Equality, Persphone’s tried to bate yet another reaction from those that had attended. Exasperated, anger boiled and Sybill sent a crystal ball flying at Wilkes’ head. Left stunned, Persephone fled with her gang of purebloods, leaving Saoirse impressed and inviting Sybill to the great hall.

From then, Sybill traded one group of misfits for another; Saoirse, AUGUSTUS ABBOTT, TILDEN TOOTS, EVE DIGGORY and EDGAR BONES. Quickly she found that her friends became her family and Hogwarts the only place that had ever felt like home. Steering from the ‘mainstream’ of the school, the group took pride in being different. Spending hours by the black lake, they shared secrets and sang along to Fleetwood Mac carefree in each other’s company. While she loved them all dearly, over time Sybill found the same feeling she held for Chris reflected in Edgar. While not fully understanding her emotions or how to deal with them in both parties, she keeps them safe like a jar of fireflies; warm and safe in her heart. With an evident aptitude for divination and showing she was in the possession of the inner eye, Sybill took deep pride in being able to reclaim her ancestry and the name of the Trelawney. Even being invited to attend the infamous Slug Club for her excelling grades and ancestry. Hogwarts was a sanctum for Sybill, while summers cast her back into the shadows of the circus. The summer of her seventeenth year, the witch had innocently been practicing reading tea leaves in her father’s company. Untill she caught sight of the pattern at the bottom his cup; the grim. Shaken off as merely eccentric and a false reading, it wasn’t until mere two weeks later when he was found dead under suspicious circumstances - rumored to have been killed by one he’d once tricked - that for the first time Dorothy really looked at her daughter. Eyes filled with hate, disgust and a lifetime of regret.

Devastated, Dorothy scorned her for bringing the grim reaper upon their home; blaming her for the death of her husband, she abandoned Sybill. Forsaking the wizarding community and disappearing into the night never to be seen again. Heart broken, Sybill left the circus for good with tears and a trail of broken memories. A dear friend to her late aunt EDITH HAROLDS, MINERVA MCGONAGALL swore to keep a tender watchful eye on the witch and took Sybill in with a motherly hand. News of her father’s death spread, followed by the unraveling of years of fraud at her mother’s hand it left the name of Trelawney tarnished for all to see. The truth ruined any chance of Sybill being taken seriously as a Seer despite her gifts and ancestry. Viewing her as equally troubled and fake, no one dares to believe her predictions. Managing to take a job in Rosa Lee’s with a kind word from Minerva, unfortunately her readings of the grim have become more frequent in the passing weeks. Disconcerting; most recently the witch has screamed in fear at the site of tea cups belonging to ANNABETH PEBWORTH, LILY EVANS and GILFRED ABBOTT. While McGonagall tries to assure her of false readings, obstinate in the fact she seems to claim visions of the grim in a teacup every week; the toll that it is slowly started to take on Sybill is evident to see. Taken to an unhealthy coping mechanism much to the deep concern of her flatmate Tilden, Sybill can often be found shaken and muttered nonsense to herself in candlelight. Sipping on sherry and repeatedly aligning her healing crystals to try and cope with the grief of losing her family and the deep fear that darker times lie ahead.

→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:

Blood Status → Half-Blood (Seer)

Pronouns → She/Her

Identification → Cis Female

Sexuality → Asexual

Relationship Status → Single

Previous Education → Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Ravenclaw)

Family → Dorothy Trelawney (estranged mother), Eugene Trelawney (deceased father), Cassandra Trelawney (deceased great-great grandmother) Edith Harolds (deceased aunt)

Connections → Tilden Toots (best friend/roommate), Saoirse MacMillan (best friend), Eve Diggory (best friend), Augustus Abbott (best friend), Edgar Bones (best friend/potential love interest), Christopher Higglebottom (childhood best friend/potential love interest), Corin Hale (childhood best friend), Dorothea Lovegood (close friend), Pandora Fortescue (friend), Gaspard Shingleton (friend), Persephone Wilkes (adversary)

Future Information → Ex-Wife of Christopher Higglebottom, Professor of Divination at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Author of My Eyes and How to See Past Them

SYBILL TRELAWNEY IS A LEVEL 5 WITCH.

#sybill trelawney #sofia bryant #marauders rp #marauders rpg #harry potter rp #neutral #alleys #rosa lee teabag #seer #taken lgbtqia+#taken #taken neutral #taken witch

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thehuntsmengrims · 3 years

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Rusting Wood - THE WRIGHT CASE ('13+'24)

The local Rustwood woodlands and hiking path, which are also the site of the unsolved Wrights Cases, were reopened as "Russetwood National Park," with a 24-hour ranger service created in conjunction with local authorities. The CCE Youth group has begun summer camps and activity days for the accompanying summer months. Visitors are expected to fill out a form on their first visit and acquire an ID card, which must be scanned each visit thereafter. A recent photograph is also required every time you visit the park grounds.

Officials of the park proclaim it as a precaution for "public safety."

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[Image ID: KELLER WRIGHT], [Image ID: KIARA WRIGHT]

Keller (33) and Kiara (10) Wright, father and daughter, were reported missing by wife and mother, Maeve Wright, on August 18th, 1913. The Brother, their lone witness, stated the two had simply disappeared in the late afternoon on the Iron Creek hiking trail in Rustingwood Forest.

The father was last seen wearing a white button-up shirt, a beige hat and sweater vest, black trousers, and brown town boots. He was 5'8" tall, 152 pounds, with a slender frame and a white complexion. The daughter was last seen wearing a red patterned dress with white knee-high stockings, black flats, and a lavender ribboned straw hat. She was 4'4 foot, 65 pounds, with a petite frame and a flushed complexion.

The duo was last seen 3 miles down the 7-mile trek by —- son & brother —- Lucas Wright-of, who lost sight of them after encountering a deer.

Officials dispatched a major search team of 3,000 people to the woodlands and nearby areas. The 10-hour search was unsuccessful in recovering either of the missing persons or any indications of their circumstances.

In the '13 Wright Case,' no actual evidence was discovered. According to their lone witness account, provided by brother and son Lucas Wright, the three were travelling along the Iron Creek route when the boy became distracted by the forest's animals, losing sight of the two. The child thought they had continued down the route, so he continued as well, reaching home at dusk without ever seeing his father or sister.

~~~~~ [Image ID: LUCAS WRIGHT]

Lucas Wright, 21, was reported missing by his mother, Maeve Grayson-Wright, on July 23rd, 1924, ten years after the disappearances of Keller and Kiara Wright. The male, according to his mother, left the house agitated following an altercation with his stepfather (Corin Greyson). The male is 5'9", weighs 165 pounds, has a medium frame, and has a light complexion. He was last wearing a grey sleeveless shirt and grey dress pants, presumably barefoot. Wright was last seen leaving his family's home after dark on a frigid July night. A massive search team of 5,400 people has scoured the woodlands surrounding the boy's house, which his mother stated was his most likely position. The cops conducted a three-day search before calling it all off. There is still no evidence discovered.

The ‘24 Wright case, like the ‘13 Wright case, contains minimal evidence and only lone witness. Police are looking into the possibility of criminality in both incidents, although a conviction is improbable due to a lack of physical evidence or witnesses.

~~~~~ [Image ID: MAEVE GREYSON-WRIGHT], [Image ID: CORIN GREYSON], [Image ID: WILLOW GREYSON]

On November 8th, 1929, Jeremy Harris, a postal worker, noticed a "decaying odour" emanating from the Wright family home. When police arrived, they discovered the mutilated bodies of Maeve Greyson-Wright (48) and her husband, Corin Greyson (51). Only fragmentary remains of the female and male were discovered—-[REDACTED] (mostly intact) of the female and [REDACTED] of the male—- Willow Greyson, the couple's daughter, was never found and is assumed dead. The youngster was not there at the time of the murder, according to the police. The coroners were unable to determine the timing or cause of death due to the nature of the killing. An ongoing investigation is being conducted to look into any possible ties to previous incidents.

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How does getting married work? Are there arranged marriages often, and if it's absolute cognatic primogeniture in terms of inheritance, who changes their last name?

Arranged marriages are pretty common, as for inheritance, not always. It’s what’s common and expected, for example the eldest Duciel and Ashworth inherit, and the eldest Blackwood was meant to inherit before he up and left, but Ginny is inheriting even though she’s the youngest because she’d be best suited for it.

As for last names, since Harts is society where no one bats an eye to queer relationships, instead of the traditional “the woman takes the husband’s name” thing, Theodosian culture puts more of an emphasis on status and who marries into which family to determine that. For example, when Corin married Ophelia she was of higher status than him, so he’s the one who married into her family and he takes her last name.

#Lore Asks

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Safe In Your Love (there isn't a tempest I can't take) Chapter 2

"Well aren't you a pretty sight, did you wake up electrocuted or did you decide to experiment with a can of hairspray? Either way, you should totally go out like this with your 'partner', it would make great photos" Corin chuckled as he looked at the mess that was his best friend's hair, he then went on further as he poured himself a glass of orange juice "Should I call the goblins and tell them that I found their king here or should I just get a masquerade-ball started?".

Hobo Heart muttered an incoherent answer as a response to his friend's teasing, taking a sip of his coffee as his overly cheerful and happy buddy sat down at the table across him, a huge grin on his face. "Soooo, did you have any fun at that gathering? Did any of Desire's siblings make that little heart of yours go pitter patter? C'mon, I need all the details!" The blonde's smile was wide as he rested his chin in the palm of his hands, attention focused on the librarian's facial expressions though was left disappointed by his reply "It was nice, I had a good time but no one really caught my attention like that...None of the elder siblings are really my type : Destiny is nice and all but I don't think he would stick by my side during a situation if there was any encyclopedias involved, which I could hardly blame him for. Death is really fun and easy going but I am not as friendly as she is, if she were to drag me in any social setting I'd try to run immediately. And yes Corin, I am also never going to see myself with Destruction for almost the same reason that I gave for his sister, the potential of being carried around won't sway me" The last sentence brought a pout of the well-dressed male, who felt like his friend was being a stick in the mud and could use a little push.

"Look, I'm not saying that you should marry one of them on the spot, I am just saying that keeping your eyes and your heart open won't do you any harm, besides you could use some butterflies instead of the fake heartbeat that those weird realistic heart plushies that you like so much provide you with...Think about it, alright? Not every guy out there is like the twat you dedicated your time to" After giving him that sage advice, his best friend went out of the house with the intention of ;finally; asking his crush out and promising to text him all the details later in the evening.

Hobo Heart soon let out a tired yawn as he went to take a shower, putting some death metal to fill up the silence of the flat, allowing him to relax as he found himself wondering about Dream Murphy and his husband Robert 'Hob' Gadling , the couple that prompted Desire in getting a fake relationship though he still didn't understand why he was chosen out of all people : sure his appearance was out of the norm, it certainly didn't match his job but other than that he was quite ordinary in comparison to the beautiful successful writer and his handsome lover. An annoyed sigh left his lips as he caught himself thinking about their first meeting again, oh what he would give to be able to have another lovely conversation with Mr. Gadling while sneaking glances at the ever so lovely Mr. Murphy...No, he had to stop letting his thoughts wander off again, he had things to do and now was not the time so he shook himself up (both mentally and physically) and turned on the shower to wash himself.

He screamed along to his favorite songs, letting his feelings out before eventually getting out to dry himself off, feeling more refreshed and calm as he put on a knitted sweater that had little skulls over them with a pair of jeans and his white hair tied up in a loose bun to complete the look. Since he had a lot of time on his hands, he decided to lie on the couch with his favorite book The Throne Of Bones, written by Brian McNaughton. He was just about to read the story of Ringard and Dendra until the sound of his cell-phone ringing interrupted his attempt, rolling his eyes in annoyance as he took the call "Hello, you have reached the phone of Hobo Heart. If you have any inquiries about the 'Fiddler's Green' library call there at another time, we are currently closed. If that isn't why you called, please start stating your reason quickly before I hand up on you" The words were rather harsh in comparison to the ones he'd normally use but the librarian didn't like to be disturbed during his reading time so the person on the other line had to be quick with their reply.

"Oh my, someone woke up grumpy, or is that your usual greeting? I assume not many call you at this time of the day" Desire's voice replied to his bad mood with amusement, making him feel bad as he sighed "Sorry about that, how are you doing?" The question made the blonde smile at the end of the line as they were lying on the couch in a cat like manner, smirking a bit as they answered "I just got off a call with my beloved brother Dream, I am sure you remember him". The teasing in their tone brought another sigh out of Hobo Heart, who then pinched the bridge of his nose as the red-lipped beauty continued to speak "Apparently you have made such a good impression at the family gathering yesterday that my brother and his husband want to invite the both of us for dinner at their humble abode, I believe my sweet nephews will be present there as well…Don't worry, I took the liberty to say yes on your behalf so you can feel free to thank me later. Afterall, you have mentioned yourself that the library is currently closed at this time so why spend the whole day cooped up indoors when you can spend it in lovely company? I will pick you up in an hour or two so in the meantime do take the time to unclench your jaw and relax your stiff shoulders, I can feel the tension radiating off you from a mile" With those kind words Desire hung up with a delighted smile, grinning at their twin while the librarian glared at his cell-phone before sighing and resuming his reading while trying to ignore the way his heart fluttered at the mere mention of the beautiful raven haired writer whose beauty occupied his dreams.

"Do you think that they are driving safely? What if they get themselves caught in very bad traffic?" His husband's worry brought a chuckle out of the writer's peony lips as his finger tenderly stroked the stubble covering the university professor's handsomely tanned cheeks "Fret not my heart, I am certain that the both of them are going to make an entrance soon. My sibling has many fault but bad driving is not one of them" His soft words eased the male's worries as he went back to peeling some potatoes for the meal that he was planning for their guests. "I know that there's no point in worrying but I can't help it, Dream : there's so many things that could go wrong! I mean, when's the last time that we ever cooked for a date of one of your siblings? I really want to do something great, to properly welcome him into our family, I just…" He sighed, shaking his head a bit "I know it's silly but I really want him to like me, to like us". Hob leaned into his husband's warm embrace as he felt the ravenette's slender arms wrap around his waist, the soft kisses pressed against his neck bringing a few giggles out of him as he felt himself calm down at last. A knock at the door made the two of them look at eachother with a smile before the pair went to let their guests inside, greetings soon exchanged as Desire stepped inside with their usual signature red-lipped smile while Hobo Heart gave a shy 'thank you' in response to the university teacher helping him put his coat onto the rack located next to the door for convenience. The kind brown haired man soon tried to do everything in his power to put the younger male at ease, pouring him a glass of orange juice and letting him know that if he needed anything, he and his husband were in the kitchen and just a holler away in case of an emergency before going back to making the extra cheesy potato and dill gratin that was going to be their meal.

Desire chuckled at the white haired male's awkwardness as they sat him down in the sofa, squeezing his hand to reassure him that everything was going to be alright when two boys ran in the living room "Auncle Desire!!" One of the boys exclaimed excitedly as he was soon pulled into a hug, the blonde chuckling in delight "Robyn, look at you! You have gotten taller than the last time I saw you! Orpheus, you as well!" The boy named Orpheus gave a shy nod in reply as his eyes were focused on Hobo Heart, making the other boy look at Desire in questioning. "Heart, these two lovely boys are my nephews. Robyn, Orpheus, this is my boyfriend Hobo Heart" The minute the introductions were made, the energetic Robyn to ask him many questions about his job, his interests and his favorite food, eventually Orpheus joined. In no time at all the three were having a good laugh or two, the boys liking the boyfriend of their auncle very much already "This is the first time that I ever saw Orpheus come out of this shell this quickly, you really are good with children" Hob's smiling face made the white haired male's heart leap out of his throat when he lifted his head to see who spoke, eyes wide as he took in the gorgeous sight before him : the hot teacher was wearing a pink apron that only added to his already good looks, making his knees weak as he tried to hold his ground. But things got more difficult when the brown eyed professor's husband wrapped his arms around the man, pressing a kiss to his stubbled cheek as he gave the librarian a sinfully seductive look before saying, as if he didn't just lit up a spark in the younger male's heart "Come my love, we wouldn't want to let our guest go hungry" The word in that hot mouth of his turned Hobo Heart's knees into jelly as he did all in his power to stay calm. The writer gave him a teasing smirk as he returned to the kitchen with his partner, all the while showing off his cute cat themed apron in a way that left his guest breathless.

Soon dinner was served and the librarian finally had calmed himself, having recovered from the whiplash of feelings that he wasn't all too familiar with. While he was enjoying his food, it became clear to him that Dream wasn't done with his merciless teasing just yet : every bite that the raven haired male took was punctuated with eyes rolling back in pleasure, seductive looks delivered as pleased hums left those perfect lips during the entirety of the meal while his partner was being his usual bubbly self. It reached a point where the minute that everyone was finished, the librarian immediately offered to help Hob with the dishes, leaving the writer and his sibling alone in the dinning room "Polite, generous and eager to help..Desire, I must say that I had my doubts when you first brought him in but now I see how wrong I was" The words brought a smug smile to the blonde's lips, which quickly faded as their brother went on "But be that is it may, you must be aware of the fact that a gentle heart such as his is not one meant to be played with until you grow bored. You are meant to cherish it, to keep safe and nurtured as long as you live. If you are not careful and discard him so carelessly", Desire stared at the ravenette as he got off his chair, circling them as he went on, "another who can see his worth will swoop him right under your nose, giving him all that he could ever need and render your cold, unfeeling touch a mere memory".

Desire narrowed their golden eyes at their brother, giving him a tight-lipped smile "Is that meant to be a threat, dear brother of mine? You could do so much better than that…It seems that you have lost your touch" The tone that they used was confident but underneath that bravado they were rather nervous, recoiling in their chair as the ravenette shook his head with a smile. "Not threat, no. I am simply reminding you that the boy whose heart you captured is not a doll" Dream soon leaned in as he whispered, grinning all the while "Heed my warning, my dear sibling" He then pulled away just as his husband walked into the room with their guest, who still couldn't look him in the eyes without becoming flustered. "I think he should go home and rest, he looks like he's running a temperature" The teacher said with a worried look on his face as Desire immediately agreed and, after everyone bid their goodbyes, drove the skull-faced male back to his place.

The first thing that Hobo Heart did was take a cold shower as a desperate attempt to wake himself up from what felt like one of his weird dreams before going to his room to get some much needed sleep. At first it was working, he felt himself drifting off quickly but soon his thoughts went to the university professor, the apron that he was wearing, his kind smile...The white haired male shook his head vigorously as he placed his head on the colder side of his pillow to get back into a dreamless sleep but soon the handsome goth took over his mind, everything about him making his knees weak as his eyes shot open as he shook at the sudden revelation : He was in love with the both of them. The realization left him shaking as he sent his best friend Corin a simple text that said : Fuck, I'm in love😭😰

#safe in your love au #spooky throuple #dreamling #the sandman #dream of the endless #hob gadling #the sandman fanfiction #writer!dream x professor hob x librarian!hobo heart #dream x hob x hobo heart #hobo heart

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What if...

For the record, I blame @phrenic-a and @mountevey for this one... I, uh, think maybe three parts? Four? And just posting it here, not on AO3, as I DON’T DO AUS! ...except for this one, it seems. *sigh*

What if Dulsissia hadn’t died, what if she had grabbed Corin and fled? What if she met Davarax? What if...

Part 1

Rated T for a slight touch of gloom before the fluff can start

It has been three months since they left Seswenna. Three months since she told Macero she was bringing Corin along to scout for some new outfits and her husband barely bothering to pay attention to the end of the sentence.

They couldn’t stay on Seswenna any longer. Corin is turning five soon and Macero had been hinting heavily at how was time for the boy to start his training and that it was way overdue for her to produce another child. Macero has plans and a schedule to keep.

But as neither scenario was an option for Dulsissia, she found a ship going to the most distant, dark corner of the Galaxy, scraped together some credits that Macero didn’t know about and bought two tickets.

She and Corin left that very day.

As there was no way for her to bring lots of credits without alerting Macero, Dulsissia brought as much jewellery as she dared, hoping that would be enough to last them a good while, but she had no idea that decent living quarters, servants and proper food were so expensive. And while she’d been aware of that she’d have to find some way to earn a living for her and her son, Dulsissia quickly learned that none of her skills were something that someone one this foreign, gritty and vulgar planet were willing to pay for. Here credits went to food and booze, not fashion and beauty. Here there was nothing but concrete on the ground and thick, suffocating smoke in the sky.

It hadn’t taken long before they were running out of funds and this is why they now no longer have a roof over their heads and why the food has been so scarce the last couple of days.

Her sweet, sweet boy has been so good these months. Hardly asking any questions, never complaining, simply following her like a baby-Porg with blind trust and love. Dulsissia’s heart is breaking over the fact that she’s going to fail him.

They can’t go on like this. She refuses to let him starve. They will go back and she will face Macero’s wrath before she lets her child end up like one of the unfortunate souls they see scuttling around in the alleyways here.

Lost in her misery, she doesn’t notice the danger until it is too late. An arm goes around her waist and she’s yanked away from her son. Corin calls out for her, his thin voice filled with panic, but she can’t reply as a dirty hand covers her mouth and she is fighting to free herself.

It’s a human man drawling all kinds of horrible things into her ear, clearly drunk and unwilling to pay for female company. A second voice joins in. Two of them.

Dulsissia panics, just like her son, but no matter how she fights; they are too strong and she can’t break free.

The sound of a blaster being fired is frightfully loud, but as the man lets go of Dulsissia; she’s too busy breaking free and running forward to drop to her knees and cradle Corin protectively against herself to care. The boy clings to her with desperation.

A second shot. Someone nearby falls to the ground. Dulsissia tries to cover Corin’s ears and closes her eyes while hot tears trail down her face.

She never should have left. She should have found a different way. She should have never brought Corin here. Even Macero was better than this. She would have found a way to shield Corin from his wrath. She never should have left…

“Are you two okay?” A slightly robotic voice asks.

Tensing up, Dulsissia hesitates, wondering what new horror will follow what she’s just been through, then slowly looks up at the towering shape standing there.

It is a humanoid looking being, but it is wearing blue armor and a blue helmet concealing their face. They holster a massive blaster and the helmet tilts a little in what could almost look like concern.

Dulsissia nods. She keeps Corin close, shielded from the stranger. “Thank you.” She says in a half-whisper as her throat hurts from trying to scream earlier. She hopes good manners might keep the stranger, who looks like a male, in a benign mood and that he’d not simply take over where the others had left off.

“This area is not safe. Where are you going?” The stranger asks.

Dulsissia hesitates, reluctant to tell him anything but scared she might provoke him if she doesn’t. She’s very aware of the two bodies still twitching on the ground. She says the first thing that comes to her mind. “The marked.”

A moment of silence, then the helmet nods. “I’ll escort you two there.”

There is another jab of reluctance, but Dulsissia doesn’t dare decline. Also, if they are around others, he might not dare to do anything… unseemly. She slowly straightens, keeping one hand on Corin’s head as he shifts to cling to her leg instead of her torso. “That would be very kind of you.”

The stranger turns and takes a couple of steps before he stops and looks back at her.

Dulsissia takes a deep breath, strokes Corin’s hair and then the two follow this armored stranger.

Their mysterious saviour doesn’t speak again until he comes to a halt at the outskirts of the busy marketplace filled with all kinds of shouting merchants and odd smells. “Will you be okay here?”

Dulsissia nods again, eager to be rid of him.

“Mommy…” Corin tugs at her skirts. “I’m hungry…”

“I know, baby.” Dulsissia replies, stroking his hair and feeling the urge to cry again. She wants to crouch down, look him in the eyes and explain things, but she doesn’t dare take her eyes of the stranger.

He’s looking at Corin.

“Can we eat here, Mommy?” Corin asks with hope in his voice.

“Later, baby.” Dulsissia replies and hopes with all her heart that she isn’t lying.

The helmet shifts its attention up to her, the t-shaped visor feels like it is burrowing under her skin, and the stranger stares at her for several long seconds. “Let me buy you some food.”

Dulsissia swallows hard. “That is very kind of you, but you’ve already done enough…”

A glance down at Corin again and then back at her, and the stranger nods towards the food stalls. “Come. The boy can choose. Anything he wants.”

Corin tugs eagerly at her skirt and she dares a glance down at her son. His eyes are filled with excitement instead of worries for the first time since they’d been forced to leave their apartment. His little face is dirty, she notes with a jab of disappointment in herself. Forcing herself to smile, she nods to Corin and makes herself look at the stranger’s visor. “If you insist.”

The stranger gestures for them to take the lead and they do.

Not long after that, they are seated by a table, Dulsissia and Corin on one side, the stranger sitting at the opposite side, and the boy is inhaling the huge plate of deep fried ‘something’ in front of him. Dulsissia uses the opportunity to wipe off some of the dirt on Corin’s face before shifting more food from her plate over to his.

The silent stranger watches her and while she can’t see his eyes, she can feel them. Strangely enough it doesn’t feel like he’s ogling her like those men had. Dulsissia gets the feeling that he’s trying to figure her out. Like she’s some puzzle to him.

Like he wasn’t the mysterious one? Appearing out of the shadows to save her from horrors? Offering to buy food for her child? Declining to get anything to eat for himself but insisting she get food too.

Dulsissia looks directly at his visor, sees the helmet move a little as he shifts his gaze away, if she didn’t know better she’d say a little embarrassed after getting caught looking at her. “What is your name?” She asks.

“I’m Davarax.” He replies. “May I ask for yours?”

“Dul-” Oh, old habit, she wasn’t supposed to use her real name, “-cy. I’m Dulcy. And this..” Dulsissia places her hand on Corin’s head to introduce him, but the boy beats her to it.

“I’m Corin!” He grins, mouth filled with food.

Dulsissia closes her eyes for a second. So much for not using their real names. She glues on a smile and looks over at Davarax again. “Dulcy and Corin.”

“Why are you wearing a helmet?” Corin asks and she prods his shoulder, reminding him not to speak with his mouth full and to stop asking questions. He closes his mouth and chews.

“I am a Mandalorian.” Davarax replies, as if he didn’t mind answering. (Macero would always get annoyed when Corin asked about anything.) “My Creed tells me to always wear it.”

“Always?” Corin’s eyes go huge again. “How do you eat?”

Davarax exhales what sounds like a little laugh. “I can take it off when I’m alone.”

Dulsissia frowns a little. She’s heard about Mandalorians, has she not? Mercenaries? It would certainly explain why he was so efficient in shooting those two men and seem completely unfazed by the situation. It would also explain why he’s so… muscular.

“My turn to ask a question.” Davarax says and turns his attention to her. “Do you have a weapon?”

Suddenly all the anxiousness that had been starting to seep away rushes back into her and Dulsissia tenses up. She tries to keep a blank expression. She shakes her head.

Sighing, Davarax nods. “Thought as much.” He reaches down his side. “On this planet, looking like you do and with a kid to keep safe, you’re going to need a weapon to protect yourself and him with.” Pulling up a fierce looking vibro-blade, Davarax doesn’t activate it, merely flips it over to hold the blade while offering her the hilt. “Here. Take it.”

She hesitates, but eventually Dulsissia cautiously reaches out and takes the weapon. It feels cold and heavy in her hand. For the third time in a short time, Corin’s eyes grow huge.

“Don’t hesitate.” Davarax tells her. “If someone comes after you, deal with them. Swift and hard. No regret. Understand?”

Looking from the blade and over to him, to the emotionless t-visor, Dulsissia manages a faint nod.

It’s the first time she’s ever held a weapon of any kind. Not counting cutlery. Or gossip. An actual weapon. And she’s not entirely sure she likes the feeling. It’s intimidating.

But she pulls the blade close and decides to keep it. While she might not like the feel of a weapon, she will use it to protect her son. That’s not even a hard choice to make. “Thank you.”

Davarax nods, pleased at her accepting it.

“Why are you helping us?” Dulsissia asks, shame burning in her cheeks at having to accept pity from strangers.

“Because you needed help.” Davarax replies. “Because no real Mandalorian will turn their back on a child in distress.”

Suddenly curious, Dulsissia asks before she can stop herself. “Do you have children?”

“Four. Four amazing little ones.” Davarax replies with badly hidden pride. His shoulders even pull back a little in a preening move that he’s definitely not aware of as he follows it up with an awkward shrug right after. “I mean… Technically they’re not mine. I’m their teacher.”

Dulsissia can’t help but to smile, charmed by his reply, and she remembers how she’d wished her tutor had been her real father. “Lucky them.”

Davarax shrugs again and to her amusement, the mighty warrior does appear a little awkward. He probably did not mean to reveal so much about himself. She hides a smile by daintily picking up a piece of food and nibbling on it while moving the rest over onto Corin’s plate.

“Should I get some more?” Davarax asks. “You should eat some too, you know.”

Dulsissia shakes her head, despite the hunger gnawing in her belly. As long as her son is full, she’s fine. And while Davarax did not hesitate to buy whatever food Corin had pointed at and has given her what looks to be a valuable vibroblade, she’s not blind to the worn down look of his armor and clothing. He might be generous, but he’s not rich.

After stuffing himself beyond what he probably should by cleaning the plate yet again, Corin makes a faint sound of pain and moves over to lean against her. “My tummy aches….”

“I’m not surprised,” Dulsissia replies with a smile, leaning down and kissing his hair, “you ate like a Rancor.”

Corin laughs a little but remains leaning against her and it doesn’t take long before he’s drowsing.

Sighing, Dulsissia strokes his dark hair and feels the guilt suffocating her again. Her poor boy is finally full, but now the exhaustion from barely any sleep over these last couple of nights is setting in and she needs to find out where to seek shelter for the night without any credits to pay for it.

Either Davarax reads her mind or he just picks up on Corin’s exhaustion, but he once again looks at the boy and then her and asks his question. “Where are you staying tonight?”

Dulssisia clenches her jaw and looks away. The humiliation burns.

A second pass, then two, and finally it seems like he understands. “Oh.” Silence follows and if not for how Corin is more of less asleep on her arm, Dulsissia would have walked away.

“Listen,” Davarax says, shifting his weight a little, “don’t take this the wrong way, but you two could join me in my room. This place is even less safe at night.” He shrugs one shoulder. “I would rent you your own room, but, well, they’re really-”

“Expensive, I know.” Dulsissia cuts him off. Her face is burning even hotter now, both with the continued humiliation of being broke and what sharing a room with a strange man might include.

“I give you my word you’ll be safe.” Davarax says with firm conviction. “Both of you.”

Dulsissia knows she shouldn’t. She knows it could be a trap. But she also knows she needs to find a place her son can sleep without fear or danger hanging over his head. “Tell me the names of your children.” She asks.

“Paz, Barthor, Raga and little Din.” Davarax replies no hesitation, but with a touch of confusion. “Why?”

Dulsissia smiles and shakes her head. “No reason. Just curious.” So he wasn’t lying about the children. He knew their names by heart. A teacher. She decides to risk it.

Corin is fast asleep by the time they decide to head to the inn. Dulsissia hoists him up and grunts with the effort. He’s still her baby boy, but he is definitely getting bigger. Arms and legs hanging down, dangling with the apathy only a sleeping child can produce, Corin burrows his face to her neck and sleeps on.

Seeing her struggle, Davarax reaches out. “Here. I’ll take him.”

“No.” Dulsissia’s answers is short and hard, and she turns to shield her son from the Mandalorian.

No one is taking her son away from her.

Davarax lifts his hands in a sign of backing off and nods. He then gestures to one of the large buildings looming behind the others. “This way.”

Dulsissia tries to focus on Davarax as they walk to avoid thinking about the weight of Corin. (He must be extra heavy from all the food.) The Mandalorian is tall. Dulsissia had some height on most women on Seswenna, but he is so tall he makes her seem short. And while the armor might make him seem even bigger, there is enough of him without the blue plates so she can tell that, yes, there is definitely muscle there. He walks with the grace of a predator.

Dulsissia feels a prickle of fear and is actually grateful for the reassuring weight of the vibroblade in her pocket.

They enter a grey tower of a building, head up to the third floor, passing by one rowdy soul after another, before entering the safety of their temporary refuge. The relief of being inside is quickly snuffed out by Dulsissia seeing, with rising despair, that there is only one bed in the room.

She clutches the sleeping Corin close, but doesn’t get the chance to panic or run for the door before Davarax walks over to the transparisteel and flips the switch to block the sound and light from outside and says; “Don’t worry. You two take the bed. I’ll sleep on the floor. It’s okay, it’s what I usually do on missions anyway. Few places I travel to have inns.”

Dulsissia hesitates. It feels wrong that the man who had paid for the room was now forced to sleep on the floor, but… She looks at the sleeping boy in her arms and her heart breaks again. Her pride dictates that they’ve accepted far too much charity from this stranger as it is, but her maternal heart doesn’t care. Her boy can sleep in a bed tonight.

Gently easing Corin down on the bed, a wistful smile appears on her face when he makes a happy sound at the soft mattress and Dulsissia tucks him in. Once that is done, she turns to look over at where Davarax has settled on the floor next to the wall with the transparisteel.

He lies on his back, hands folded on his stomach, his blaster on the floor next to him, and his visor staring up at the ceiling. His helmet. He can’t even remove his helmet as long as they’re there. He hasn’t eaten either, only provided food to them.

Dulsissia swallows hard, reaches out and takes one of the two pillows on the bed, the one Corin is not using, before cautiously making her way over to Davarax. She holds it out to him.

He shakes his head. “I don’t need it. I’m used to this and the helmet has padding. It’s fine.”

“Please.” Dulsissia says. Her final fragment of pride giving up. She can’t pay him back, but… she can give him her pillow.

He looks over at her, watches her for a couple of seconds, then he slowly reaches out and takes the pillow. “Thanks.”

Dulsissia nods, turns away and walks back towards the bed and her sleeping son. She’s almost there when she hears Davarax speak.

“Are you two running away from something?”

With her back towards the Mandalorian, Dulsissia stands by the bed and looks at Corin. He looks peaceful and content. It takes so very little to make that boy happy. “Yes.” After everything this man has done for them, she can’t lie.

“Is there someone out there hunting you?”

Dulsissia closes her eyes. She sees Macero’s face. She knows he was probably beyond livid when he discovered what she’d done; taken their son and disappeared. Left him. She knows his pride will never give up and that he is searching for them this very moment. “Yes.”

Davarax doesn’t ask any more questions so she climbs into bed and curls herself around her son. She has no idea what to do tomorrow, but Dulsissia is so very, very tired… and soon she’s asleep.

A gentle grip on her shoulder wakes her the next morning and she opens her eyes with a violent start that also wakes her son and has him go from relaxed to frightened within a second.

“Sorry.” Davarax says, pulling his hand away. “I tried to call your name. Neither of you responded. I was starting to worry there was something wrong.”

Dulsissia sits up and automatically pulls Corin close, wrapping her arms protectively around him despite how he calmed the second he saw the Mandalorian. “No, I’m sorry. I guess I was more tired than I…” She sees the small table to the left has several small containers with what her nose tells her is food. Davarax can’t eat his breakfast before they’re gone. “...than I was aware of.” She lamely finishes and dreads the second Corin smells it too. How is she to explain to him that she has no breakfast for him? “We’ll be out of your room in a minute.”

Davarax gestures to the table. “Eat. Please.”

Corin’s head snaps up and he scouts around the room. “Breakfast?” He starts pushing his mother away, trying to free himself. “So hungry!”

“Baby, no.” Dulsissia says, holding him back. “That’s Davarax’ food.”

“I ate earlier.” Davarax says, walking over to flip the switch that will make the tansparisteel let light and sound in again. “This is for you two.”

Letting Corin go in another wave of defeat, feeling like an utter failure, Dulsissia just sits on the bed while her son eats. Corin happily digs into the containers and pulls out treats with glee.

“Dulcy…” Davarax says, and his voice is suddenly so very soft and gentle. Like he isn’t some random stranger they just met, who has done more for her son than she’s been able to do in days. Like he is someone who cares. “You have to eat.”

Nodding, she’s used to doing what she’s told, Dulsissia gets up and walks over to the table. The first mouthfuls are difficult, she’s struggling not to spit it back out, but then Corin looks over at her and gives her a wide, happy grin. He lost a tooth last week. Her sweet baby boy.

Okay, enough self-pity. Keep going, girl. For Corin.

Dulsissia eats.

By the time they leave the room, Corin is both filled up with food and sleep and is once again the energetic child she’d seen during the first weeks of their freedom. He’s running around, exploring and darting back to her and Davarax when things get too scary, and Dulsissia smiles. She has a moment of fear when Corin decides to jump up and grab a hold of Davarax’ arm and use him as a rope-swing, but instead of getting angry, the Mandalorian merely sways him back and forth. He even answers every single one of Corin’s billion questions until Dulsissia orders her son to stop pestering the man.

The sun is almost strong enough to break through the heavy smoke in the sky today. Corin is watching a couple of teenage Zabraks play some game with a leatherball in an empty parking area while Dulsissia and Davarax sit on a fallen tree nearby.

“Your children,” Dulsissia says, happy to pretend this is just a normal day, “what are they like?”

Davarax hums and there is a smile in that sound. “Paz was my first. He’s a handful. He’s as tall and broad-shouldered as kids five years older than him and he loves to pick fights. But once you get under that tough surface, that boy is a giant softie who thinks it is his job to look after everyone. Barthor, my second one, is the most clever creature I’ve ever met. His intelligence is off the charts. He gets frustrated because the rest of us take so long to catch up to what he already knows, poor soul. Now, my third, Raga…” Davarax sighs and looks over at her. “She’s the scary one. Paz more or less persuaded me to train her because no one else wanted her. Her temper, teeth and absolute lack of fear has made her quite infamous at the Covert. It’s a shame so few get to see her sweet side, because she does have one.” The Mandalorian turns his attention over to Corin. “And then there is little Din. Your boy reminds me of him. I found Din shortly after his parents were killed. He was adopted by some friends of mine, but I get the feeling it’s not going too well…”

Mesmerized, Dulsissia cannot imagine for a second that Macero would be this caring about any of his children that he’d end up having. “They are lucky to have you.”

Davarax shrugs. “I feel like I’m the lucky one. Children are a blessing to Mandalorians.”

Smiling, Dulsissia looks over at Corin as well and they sit in silence for a while.

“I have to leave soon.” Davarax says, blurting it out as if he’s been holding it in for a while.

The words act like a fist clenching around Dulsissia’s stomach. She’d known this was just a temporary break in the nightmare that is her life these days, a brief respite, but she still hates that it has to end already. “Oh.” Corin is going to be devastated too.

“I finished my mission this morning when I got the food.” Davarax says. “I have to go back to the Covert. Report in. Check on my kids. Do some repairs on my ship.”

Dulsissia nods, but can’t look over at him. “I understand.” She forces herself to smile again. She’s good at that. “Well, thank you for everything you’ve done for us. For saving me, but most of all for the kindness you’ve shown Corin. He hasn’t had much of that in his life…”

Davarax doesn’t answer right away and she worries that her words hadn’t been grateful enough. She’s just distracted by how she can feel despair snapping at her heels at the thought of what lies ahead of her. She will fight a way to feed and house her son, but she knows it won’t be easy. And it scares her how close she’d been to going back to Macero…

“You could come with me?” Davarax says the words with the amount of caution you’d use for a skittish dewback. “You and Corin, you could come stay at the Covert for a while. You would be safe from alley creepers and no one would find you there.”

Dulsissia stares at him. “But… I’m not a Mandalorian. Neither is Corin.”

“The leader of our Tribe will let you two stay if I ask her.” Davarax sounds certain in his words. “I promise you, there will be a place for you there. We can teach you how to fight, how to protect yourself and your son. We can help you keep him safe.”

Dulsissia considers it, looks over at her son and knows what he would say, but the boy is too trusting. Corin still thinks his father is a good man at heart. “If he found out, he would destroy your Covert. I can’t repay your kindness by bringing evil to your door.”

“I can promise you,” Davarax leans closer, “that if this fool tries to challenge my Tribe, we won’t be the ones to be destroyed.”

#the mandalorian his son and the storm trooper #Dulsissia Motti #Davarax #Baby Corin #Fearsome Four #Mandorin AU #I SWORE I WOULDN'T WRITE THIS

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I'm okay these hips are having my way and they are heating up weapons and getting hit and ensure me that they're not going to get through and it is a pseudo empire I'm taking most of the ships

Hera

And we do see that it's true and of course we're there and halting the progress too they are now stopped and they're trying to heat up and the pseudo empire and others are hitting it's quite a force that opposes them they went out to 2.5 billion ships and they're going to fight shortly over Florida and New England and it'll be defeated they will be defeated and they'll cost them we think most of their sleep they'll have all these 0.5% left. That is a huge huge loss. They are photos of continuing they are planning on continuing. And others are planning on exterminating them and not allowing them to continue. Our son will be receiving funding shortly and it will be a mechanism that is causing it and he's not sure what that would be I understand that it has to do with black history month and the problems that they're going to have is not sure why they would issue the check and he did say that the Max and Mac morlock went to take over to issue the check instead of having her do it it's one of the things she's going to find out over and over and over. And she's laughing because her son said she's usually not like general corine. And it is a military reference he's making and she laughed and she said no that's not me. And she can't get it out but hers are going to hear it and they call him boy all the time and all sorts of racial slurs. And Ken is not helping his protruding ass has similarities with gorilla not humans even if step it down he says. He objects but can't say anything because it is there doing its own thing. He gets a lot of comments and a lot of complaints when he was directing the band people started shouting what is this is it a prosthetic and later on I can't believe it he's trying to sell his ass and there's a lot of laughter and he does sell a prosthetic yes.

The morlock fleet is cut in half and is under heavy fire and the rest of the fleet is cordoned off but they might attack them and say they're going to bomb areas of the pseudo empire then that's who surrounding them and they might be proceeding shortly and we do see that there issuing orders to get ready to

Olympus

I do think my husband for the interest and helping out and he said they're doing the job completely and do have it and I understand that but I do thank you

Hera

We're hoping to knock them out and he says you're welcome. It was just knock them out and they're harassing her and they we think that they're going to preempt and hit them and it will heat up the ground war greatly because they will go after their basis and it is going to be huge hey what's up the pseudo empire and warlock fight until they're both gone and it's been happening but this is the beginning of the end for them and that's what they're doing while this huge war is brewing I get out there and getting it over with

Olympus

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melusine0811 · 5 years

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Thoughts on “Turning of the Tide”

I read it and actually kind of enjoyed (parts) of it. However, there is stuff I definitely hated. It did read like fanfiction and I think it should be taken as such. This story is clearly VERY AU. The TV show and Big Finish are more canon for me, since both Russell T Davies and Steven Moffat have done Target novelisations of one of their episodes, and there are MARKED differences.

So, if you’re like me and you’ve just read this book, you’re probably trying to navigate how you feel about these characters that you love so much. Here are a few of my thoughts, and a support post of sorts!

1) I do not care that she’s named him. I don’t care if she named him Corin, John Smith, Doctor Funkenstein, or Patches McGillicuddy. I don’t see it as nearly as relevant. I don’t personally think he’d be called anything but the Doctor, and would only use a name on paper, but I’ve read really good fic where he’s given a name. Again, not the issue. I actually think it’s cool that he’s named after the Norwegian man who owned the cabin they rented.

2) I really like that they spent several days in a hut in Norway alone getting to know one another again. I like that he has some Donna thrown in there, and has taken her mannerisms.

3) I love their house in the English countryside.

4) I love that they are clearly completely in love with one another, and seem to have the same relationship many of us do with our SO’s. Fights, laughs, shagging (implied cause she’s pregnant), the works. However, as I state below, there are MANY problems they haven’t sorted through.

5) I love Clark the worm. He’s adorable and KNOWS who Tentoo is much better than anyone else does.

6) I love that they still share inside jokes

7) He is sad because he thinks that half of him WAS solid and true, but she tells him that no, both sides of him are. She sees the desperation in his eyes to be accepted for who he is, and she falls in love with him all over again in that moment.

8) Rose teaches little kids. I love this kinda, but still think she should be kicking arse at Torchwood/Unit.

9) They squabble like a real couple and it’s adorable

10) There is so much tenderness between them. Rose insists on accompanying him to solve alien problem, saying “You do better with me...you always do.” He squeezes her hand, saying “I know.”

11) The Doctor is terrified about being a dad, which is completely normal. (My own husband was scared to death he’d fail as a father.) I talk about the big issue with this below, however.

Things I hate:

1) Rose names him and starts rattling off dog names. She says “It’s like naming a dog!” The Doctor is clearly upset by this. She refuses to call him Doctor, without even once consulting him about it. She has even convinced HIM he’s not the Doctor, when it is clearly established in the show and in Big Finish that he is.

2)Tentoo has a hard time remembering the other 900 years of his life. Like, HOW? If Rose can remember all the stuff from traveling, why can’t he?? Yes he’s part human, but so what? Rose doesn’t want him thinking like the Doctor or getting “ideas above his situation,” clearly because she doesn’t want him to be the Doctor and also because she’s clearly insecure that he’ll split and get delusions of grandeur. She does how feel bad for him that he can’t remember, however it’s HER FUCKING FAULT because she took his identity away because she’s afraid he’ll remember his old life too much and leave

3) Rose obviously won’t call him the Doctor for three reasons. The first is because she’s scared he’ll remember he’s a Time Lord and leave her, that she “won’t ever be enough.” The second is because she sees him as a completely separate person, which to me is good but mostly bad. She gives this incarnation agency but takes it away at the same time- something I can’t get past.

4) It’s stated that Rose only accepted “Corin” because he smelled like the Doctor.

5) Rose thinks that SHE is the only person who traveled in the TARDIS, not Tentoo, or “Corin.” I hated this. Selfish and manipulative.

6) The underlying message in the entire story is that he is CLEARLY the Doctor, no matter how much he and Rose fight it or deny it. Aliens found him, right?

7) Rose got mad at him for trying to build another sonic. Like, really?? (again with the insecurity)

8) “Corin” is afraid the baby will come out alien, and he doesn’t want to talk about it. He wants to ignore the fact that Rose is pregnant and treat her as one of his patients. Um, no. See below.

9) “Corin” has no problem with someone brandishing a gun, and he even uses it. Rose says the Doctor didn’t use one, and he says he’s not him. Again, see below.

10) The only competent person in this entire story is Clark the robot worm.

11) The overarching plot here is that he’s the doctor but nobody will fucking admit that he’s the Doctor. Not even him. (See below)

There you have it. I liked some parts but hated quite a lot of it. I do not take it as canon because much of it is completely out of character. You read it and you decide.

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I have had some time to stew about this. I mentioned that the overarching plot here is that “Corin” is the Doctor, but nobody will admit it. I think that this is at the very root of the problem with he and Rose’s relationship. I don’t think he trusts her with his identity, since she has stripped him of it. I think that THIS is why he is not looking forward to this baby- because he knows this baby is part Doctor, which is the part of himself that Rose obviously despises. He can’t bring himself to be excited about it. It’s said that he can’t even bring himself to decorate a nursery. WELL NO FUCKING WONDER. Rose hates everything about him that is DOCTOR so therefore he despises that part of himself. It’s like she’s surprised though when he does something that is so uncharacteristically un-Doctor like, such as when he brandishes a gun. He’s a loose cannon because of what she’s done to him. I found myself wanting him to just dump this “Rose,” and go travel the world with this universe’s version of Donna. When she wouldn’t even let him build a sonic screwdriver, I wanted him to say, “I’m the Doctor, fuck you.” The end. This “Rose” took the stars from him- things could have been very different in this story- they could have done so many things. But they’re NOT the Doctor and Rose. I am left with the Tenth Doctor’s dying words, “I could have been SO. MUCH. MORE......I don’t want to go.”

I fell in love with Doctor Who through the eyes of Rose Tyler. This is not her. This is not who she is- who the girl who has been so selfless is. Who the girl who has fought tooth and nail to protect the Doctor’s identity is. This is not who the girl who became Bad Wolf is. I’m done. Big Finish all the way.

If you agree, here are just SOME of the fanfics that I believe do both characters justice. There are still plenty I haven’t even read yet, so if you know of any other good ones (or your own) please drop a link.

Here are fanfic recs I think are MUCH better:

1) The “Trickling Down the Hourglass” series by @elialys . It’s spectacular, spot-on, and exactly how I imagine them. Plus the love scenes are AMAZING.

2) “The Wind by Night” by @tripwirealarm. Seriously, just read it. Fucking amazing.

3) “The Slow Path” series by @lastincurableromantic. It’s super long, and PERFECT. This was the first Tentoo x Rose series I fell in love with.

4) “Star Hopping” by @time-nebula. Tried and true favorite! I love how they are thrown into an adventure right off the bat.

5) “Enough” by @megabadbunny Hot as hell and so, so amazing.

6) “All of Me” by @hanluvr. Also hot as hell and the FEEEEEELS.

7) “The Application of Simple Science” by @gallifreyburning Another tried and true favorite that I have to read at least every few months.

8) “Just One Room” also by @time-nebula. HHOOOOTTTTTT.

9) “Laddie Lie Near Me” by @abadplanwellexecuted The Doctor and Rose clear the air and say some things that need to be said. Quite right, too! (no, seriously)

10) “Zen and the Art of Aesthetic Farming” by @abadplanwellexecuted What happens when the Doctor decides to be a farmer. Hilarious, tons of heart, and quintessentially THEM.

11) “Chimera” by @gallifreyburning. Another tried and true favorite that I’ve loved for years. What the Doctor does when Rose is threatened, and how Rose kicks ass and takes names. Quintessentially them, and beautifully done.

12) “First time Fumblings” by @hiddentreasures Gorgeous fic about their first time.

13) “Second Night of Forever” by @skyler10fic Another gorgeous fic about their first time.

14) “The Distance to Here” by TheWayfaringStranger (on Whofic) One of the very first Tentoo x Rose fics I ever read and I still love it.

15) “Etched on Me” by @kscribbles. All of her Ten/Rose fics are amazing but this is my favorite.

16) The “Time, Eternals, and the Not Quite So Domestic Life” series by @kelkat9 This is a very long series that I haven’t even finished reading yet but I love it.

These are just SOME of my favorites. I am also writing my own series. This is my first multichapter fic, so please read and let me know what you think:

“The Dream of Atlas” by @melusine0811

PLEASE if you can think of any I can’t think of at the moment, please add below.

#tentoo x rose #tentooisthedoctor #tentoo is the doctor #anti turning of the tide #he is the doctor #turning of the tide #Doctor Who fanfic #doctor who

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