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beetlegoose01 · 3 years

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first hero (one shot)

AN: Snippets of Draco as a father, and one as a grandfather. :)

Before Scorpius was born, Draco had no experience with babies or small children. He was raised an only child, and had no knowledge of what to do. His own father was never one for comforting hugs or piggy back rides or teaching him how to properly play Quidditch without falling off his broom. He wasn't a terrible father, but he was definitely not a doting one.

He would do better. Draco vowed the second he discovered Astoria was expecting, that he would. He would do everything he could for this child. Resting his hand to her ever growing bump, whispering 'I love yous' and soft French lullabies.

"Is that-?" Draco uttered, eyes sparkling with wonder.

She laughed. "A little kick, yes."

"Does it hurt?"

"No, silly. Like a baby bird fluttering about."

Astoria's health was declining. Her body was already weakening from her curse and the pregnancy seemed to exhaust her further, day by day.

"If I don't see them grow," She whispered one night, caressing his cheek. "Please watch out for them, Draco. Promise me, you will."

His heart ached at her painfully true words. "I don't want to make that promise. Maybe there's some hope...some positivity?"

"It's the truth." She shrugged. "I can't change that, Draco. You know it, even if you won't say. Promise me?"

"...I promise."

Their son was born just a few days before Christmas. He had been intended to be born after the New Year, but his early arrival was welcomed nevertheless.

"He's...so tiny." Draco whispered, staring at the swaddled infant laying against his mother's chest. He didn't dare touch the blond fuzz, like dandelion fluff on their little one's head. He was so premature, so fragile.

"Hello Scorpius," Astoria murmured, exhausted and blotchy from childbirth, but still had a twinkle in her eyes. The tiny boy yawned, nestling closer to her. "Would you like to hold him?"

Draco nodded firmly, though he was positively terrified of dropping the boy. Astoria placed him gently in his arms, and he melted as the infant squirmed and squeaked.

"Hello, little fellow." He said, careful not to shift too much. "I'm your papa, Scorpius. Scorpius..." He thought for a moment. "Have we decided on a middle name?"

Astoria shook her head. "Are you sure you don't want to do Lucius?"

"Positive." He said, watching as their son's eyes fluttered open. They were bright and blue, like his mother's. Then, it dawned on him. "Hyperion."

"Like my father?"

Draco sat beside her, kissing Scorpius' head, then Astoria's rosy cheeks. "A man worthy of his name being carried on by our boy."

"Scorpius Hyperion," She repeated, smiling. "I like it."

~•~

Scorpius proved to be a shy, but precocious child, always fascinated in anything and everything. Though he had little contact with any other children his own age, he was best friends with his parents, and even occasionally visited his maternal cousins- though by visiting really he sat in the corner, staring at a picture book instead of interacting with them. He was quiet, remarkably quiet with his cousins.

Not that they didn't encourage him to talk to them.

"How about you join them, Scorpius?" Astoria asked, laying on the picnic blanket beside her husband and son. Her nieces, Constance and Cordelia were loudly playing gobstones while Daphne supervised them. "Gobstones is fun, I'm sure they'll teach you."

Scorpius simply shook his head, pointing at his book.

"Alright." She kissed his head fondly. "What would you like to do pumpkin?"

"Braid your hair, mummy." He whispered, giggling.

"My hair's already braided, silly. But...daddy's isn't." She smirked.

"Yeah!' Scorpius chirped, popping his thumb out of his mouth. "Flowers too?"

"Ooh that's a brilliant idea!"

Draco raised an eyebrow. "What are you suggesting?"

"Your hair is so long and pretty. Perfect for braiding." Astoria said, eyes crinkling as she laughed.

So Draco stood as still as he possibly could as his son and wife braided daisies and other flowers in his platinum hair, all while holding back chuckles as Scorpius stumbled around looking for various flowers to put in his hair.

"No, no Scorpius' that's a weed-" He started, but Scorpius didn't hear him, and continued braiding, singing a made up song to himself as he worked.

~•~

"Dad?" Scorpius asked one afternoon, while Draco was brooding by the fireplace. Astoria was resting upstairs after a particularly bad morning of sickness.

"Yes, son?"

"I um," He stared at his shoes, growing anxious. "I finished all the books in mum's library."

"Reading them?" Draco asked, puzzled, though not surprised. Though he was only nine, he devoured books like sweets. Instead of playing, he would read in a cushy armchair, reading books bigger than his head. Fantasy books, muggle literature, textbooks, non fiction, spell books- anything he could get his hands on. He especially loved ones with facts.

"Almost all of them." He corrected softly. "There's the ones you have locked up."

"Ah." Draco hummed. "You wouldn't be interested in that...it's all very grim. They're all about the War."

"Please, can I?" Scorpius begged. "I barely know anything about that and I'm so curious."

"How about we read it together? There are some things you need to know that ...you won't be happy to hear."

They read the old book together, and Scorpius was silent the entire time. When they finished a chapter about the list of Death Eaters, he looked distraught.

"I'm sorry, son." He murmured, but Scorpius didn't answer. Instead, he curled up beside his dad.

"Do you still have it?" He asked finally. "The mark?"

"...Yes."

"So we were evil?" The question was so innocent, but it still hurt.

"It's ...complicated. This mark serves as a constant reminder of my wrongdoings. With your mother's help, I became a better man. At least, I think so."

Scorpius dimpled. "You are." He yawned sleepily, resting his head on Draco. "I love you."

"I love you too, Scorpius."

~•~

"Ready?" Astoria asked, fixing Scorpius' black tie. "Oh, you look so grown up." She cooed.

"Mum!" Scorpius whined. "The train is going to leave soon!"

"I know, I know. One more hug and a kiss?" She asked, and he happily obliged. Thankfully at the age of eleven, he was still young enough to not be embarrassed by hugs. Especially Astoria hugs. She kissed the top of his hair.

"I'll miss you." He whimpered.

"Be good." Draco added, patting his shoulder. "Don't cause too much trouble."

"I won't, dad. I'll miss you too." He said glumly. "Suppose I don't make any friends?"

"You will."

"Don't forget your sweets." Astoria passed the bag to her son. "To help you make friends. Remember?" She winked. "Everyone will want to be your friend if you share."

"Friendly bribery." Draco joked. "But also because of your charming personality."

Scorpius laughed nervously as the train whistled. "I should go then."

"Write to us as soon as you can," Astoria said. "We love you, sweet boy."

"I love you too." He gave them a watery smile. "Bye then." He reluctantly walked towards the train, the trunk already put away so he only had his cat carrier to hold.

Watching him slip away made Astoria's lip quiver.

"He'll be alright, Toria." Draco assured her.

"I hope the other children will be nice." She said. "I don't want his light to dim."

Draco said nothing. It was true, Scorpius was the embodiment of sunshine and love, the idea of putting him with other children who most likely knew of the rumor was not comforting. He had wanted to homeschool Scorpius, but Astoria had insisted he needed to interact with others his age. Sending him to Hogwarts still felt like bringing a unicorn foal to a Chimera den.

"He will be alright." He repeated to himself.

School was harder than they had predicted. Scorpius had made one friend, Albus Potter of all people, who was sorted in Slytherin with him. Still, judging by his letters, he was happy. The other students teased them, but they had each other.

Which was enough.

~•~

It was a grey, cold summer's day. Scorpius curled up by the windowsill, silently watching the raindrops drip down the window. Everything felt bleak and dim. Not even the birds nearby chirped their beautiful songs.

"Be brave, Scorpius." His mum smiled, her strength weakening. "I love you."

"I love you too, mum."

He had held her hand as she passed away into the night.

"Scorpius..." Draco said, voice shaky. "Please let me in."

Scorpius hadn't heard him. He continued to watch the rain fall.

~•~

They were drifting apart. Draco could sense it. He had tried desperately to reach out to his son, but nothing worked.

Astoria would have known what to do. And now...well it was up to Draco to help his deeply distraught son.

After Scorpius' reappearance, he had hoped their relationship would rekindle somehow. It hadn't, despite his stress over losing him and the brief reunion that they shared was awkward. His son was back at school and that was that. Draco wished they could have spent a longer time together, especially after he had been missing for some time.

He stirred his tea thoughtfully. At least Scorpius was at Hogwarts with Albus and his professors. Still, the idea of /why/ he ran away was perplexing.

The manor chimney moved slightly. Placing his tea down, he watched as his lanky son tumbled out in a puff of soot and floo powder.

"Scorpius?" Draco asked, rushing to his side. "What are you doing here?"

Scorpius lifted his head, collapsing into his father's arms. "I came to see you."

It had been a while since they had hugged, but Draco didn't reject it. He held onto his son, his sweet son and let him weep into his chest like he was a little boy again.

"It's Albus." He gulped, voice cracking. "He won't speak to me. Dad, everything is wrong- he avoids me, all of our classes have been changed so we aren't in anything together." His eyes were glassy with tears. "I know for some reason he's in Gryffindor now, but he doesn't even ...acknowledge I exist. It's like he hates me."

"No...no...he doesn't hate you. We'll sort this all out." He paused. "And the other kids, have they been unkind?"

Scorpius stared at him in disbelief. "They've always been unkind, Dad! I'm the son of Voldemort, remember?" He snapped, tears rolling down his cheeks. "You don't know half of the things they do. Every day. Every day they hex me, belittle me, tease me. They make me feel...worthless."

Draco felt his heart break as Scorpius' face crumpled.

"School was fine with classes and such and when I had Al with me to make everything bearable. Now I don't even have him. I'm all alone. I don't want to be alone, Dad. I don't want to go back to school. I hate it there." He took a shaky breath. "I hate it so, so much."

"Scorpius I..."

"I miss mum."

"I know."

He had to make things right.

~•~

His son had come out as bisexual the following year after his little 'adventure' with Albus. Draco hadn't understood the term at first. He had to do extensive research to fully comprehend the meanings, alongside other sexualities that were included. Sexualities and gender were confusing, even Scorpius admitted it.

He didn't understand at first. But he listened to Scorpius explain tearfully, and hugged him as tight as possible when he mentioned he was dating Albus Potter.

"I love him." Scorpius said quietly. "That's what matters the most. Not my labels...nor his."

"I'm so proud of you."

~•~

His son was married.

His son was married, and he couldn't be happier.

Watching Scorpius embrace Albus at their wedding was everything Draco could have wanted. Seeing his son love someone, and look at him with such adoration made his heart soar.

He could see Astoria's bright smile in Scorpius' eyes as he laughed, leaning against his new husband. They were both glowing with genuine happiness.

‘All was well.’ He thought, wondering if Astoria was proud of him too.

~~~~~

Draco was much more confident holding his newborn granddaughter. At least, more confident than when he held Scorpius for the first time. She too, was early and had the same expression of curiosity in her eyes. He chuckled fondly as she reached her tiny hand to grab a hold of his pinky finger. She was precious as a doll, with fuzzy blonde hair and curious turquoise eyes. What a wonder, being that small and innocent.

“She’s beautiful.” He murmured. “What is her name?”

Albus grinned, pride evident in his voice. “Astoria Ginevra.”

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nobodyfamousposts · 4 years

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Dolls AU: Fort Plushiness

They were getting confused.

It was a few months after Mama and Papa discovered each other as well as both of the Dolls, and there have been many changes that had been made since.

One of the changes was that the two had taken to sharing time with Littlebug and Chaton. Which was a nice change and made them very happy. Now Littlebug got to spend time with Mama! And Chaton got to spend time with Papa! And Littlebug and Chaton got to spend more time with each other without having to sneak away and worry about getting caught!

Chaton got to show Littlebug Mama's home with all the neat-looking and nice-feeling clothes. Littlebug in turn got to show Chaton Papa’s room room with all its stuff and the shiny stair railings and poles that they could slide down.

All in all, it was a change that they rather liked.

The other change was more confusing, though. Since Papa’s Day, Papa had seemed insistent on presenting them with things.

A lot of things.

More things than they knew what to do with, really.

It seemed that every day, they were finding something new that he had gotten for them. Littlebug and Chaton weren't really sure what to do with the things. Some of them looked like toys they recognized. Littlebug particularly liked the blocks. Chaton preferred the fluffy cloth bear that was as big as he was and perfectly hug-sized and comfy to nap with. The rest…they didn’t quite know what to do with or why they were there.

Except Papa seemed intent on watching them with each item, even writing things down in a notebook. He seemed to be hoping for...something? They didn't know what.

But it made him happy when they presented him the latest item they discovered. Handing any item to him made him smile and coo and he would play with them using the object. Which was nice! And they liked it a lot.

Not the item, but the way it seemed to make him happy.

They liked Papa when he was happy the best.

So maybe the things were tokens to let Papa know they wanted to play? It made the most sense. Though it kind of saddened them both at the idea of giving up certain ones they were attached to in order to play with Papa. Or that they’d eventually run out of things to give for Papa’s time. Would Papa start ignoring them then?

Littlebug didn’t believe so, since she and Papa spent plenty of time together before. But things were different now. Chaton was with them too, now. And they were going back and forth with Mama who still lived in her home. Plus having both the Pink One and Dark One around as well. There had been many new changes that had made them happy.

Was this a not-happy new change? Was it only temporary?

Fortunately, Marinette seemed to catch on to their confusion.

“Adrien, you need to stop.” She finally told him one day.

He looked to her in surprise from his computer and the next large group of toys and games he was intending to buy. “But Marinette! I’m their ‘DAD’ now. I have to show them I love them!”

She frowned. Not out of annoyance—she couldn’t be annoyed with him caring for the dolls and wanting to shower them with love. But this was getting to be a problem and part of her hesitated to be the one to tell him that. “I get that, but I’m sure there are ways of letting them know you care without buying out an entire toy store.”

He pouted. “I didn’t buy out an entire toy store.”

She glance back briefly at the boxes of toys already lining up the room. She then raised an eyebrow at him.

He looked away. “I only bought one of everything because I didn’t know what they’d like.”

“And buying everything would solve that?” She asked incredulously.

“This way I could see what they prefer or not!” He exclaimed as he tried to justify the excessiveness.

“You could just ask them.” She pointed out. “Or show them a catalogue and let them pick what they would like.”

Seeing how sad he appeared, she rested a hand on his shoulder. “We need to keep things in moderation. It’s going to be hard to hide the fact we have them if we’re going to these extremes.”

And even if they didn’t, the last thing she wanted was to spoil the dolls with gifts to the point they became selfish and entitled. The last thing she wanted was to result in either of the dolls turning out like Chloe.

“But this way I can keep track of what all they play with!” He argued. “And they like everything I’ve gotten for them!”

She sighed. “Okay, Adrien? Is it that they like the gifts themselves or that they like that they’re from you?”

He blinked.

“What?”

She laughed. “Adrien, I’d bet that you could give them a pair of your socks and they’d be happy.”

“No way!”

It was fortunate that Adrien did not take that bet.

Yay! Fun thing! Soft thing! Stretchy!

He soon discovered that yes, the dolls would very much be happy if he gifted them socks. As evidenced by the way Littlebug and Chaton began to pull one of the socks between them like a game of tug of war. Adrien had worried they were fighting for a moment until both began to twist and were soon wrapped up in the sock together, their little legs kicking out from beneath the wrapping as they had fun in their silliness.

“Cute.”

It was also soon realized, to Adrien’s embarrassment, that while he had been taking note of specifically how the two have been interacting with the toys, he hadn’t quite taken note of what else they took interest in besides those toys.

It turned out that while Adrien had written that the two had played with some action figures in a princess castle, he failed to notice that the two had taken more interest in some of the bigger boxes that the toys had come in. It was only after Marinette came for a visit that they discovered the “fort” made of three boxes of various sizes interconnected together.

Said “fort” was apparently run by Commander Spotty and loyal knight Sir Sharp Claws. Which were really just Littlebug wearing a toy flag as a cape and Chaton wearing Adrien’s gifted sock as a hat. But they seemed to enjoy playing as knights in service of King Sleeps and Queen Pinky.

“What?” Plagg demanded as he looked up from his cushioned throne at the intruder.

Adrien raised an eyebrow.

“….they’re your kids. Don’t judge me.” He groused before rolling back over.

Queen Pinky looked up from her “throne” on top of a pillow carried by four unicorn toys. For her part, she seemed to have taken her role seriously, as she was wearing a velvet cloth that looked to be from a fancy doll dress as a cape along with a little toy crown.

Marinette gaped. “Tikki?” She couldn’t help the giggles.

“Do you bring offerings for the King and Queen?” Tikki demanded imperiously.

“Offerings?”

“If not, then you are to remove yourselves!” Tikki announced.

“Are you serious?”

Plagg shrugged. “You heard the lady.”

Sure enough, following the orders of the “Queen”, Littlebug and Chaton proceeded to push Adrien and Marinette away from the fort. The two teens were a bit too busy fighting giggles to really try to oppose them. They were left on the other side of the room recovering from their laughing fit over the pure hilarity of the whole thing.

“Okay, okay. You were right, m’lady.” Adrien admitted once his chuckling finally died down enough for him to talk properly.

Marinette was still giggling. “They’re kids. And they’re creative. They can be happy with anything, so you don’t need to go overboard, Adrien.”

He winced. “Yeah. I just…I want to though.”

She sobered at that. “Hmm?”

“I just want them to know I care.” He quietly admitted.

Oh.

Marinette leaned against him in a show of support.

“I think that simply being with them and playing with them shows that most.”

He leaned back against her, accepting the reassurance.

“Occasional gifts are fine, but they won’t have time to play with everything and really be able to tell what they like if you’re getting them too much at once.”

“I’ll try to scale it back.” He promised.

Marinette smiled in relief.

Chaton and Littlebug didn’t really know what they were whispering about. They were simply being cautious of any potential counterattack by the enemies of their King and Queen. At least until those enemies called them for dinner at Mama’s house at which point they abandoned their posts much to Tikki’s unhappiness and Plagg’s apathy.

The next day they returned to Papa’s place, he presented them with a new gift of paints, brushes, and sponges for decorating their fort.

Then he spent the rest of the afternoon helping them decorate the fort.

It only stopped when they tried to paint Plagg, too.

“No, no! None of that!” He told them, taking the supplies away before they could really get started. “I’m supposed to be Chat Noir, not Chat Rose!”

Chaton and Littlebug pouted. They just wanted to make his tail pretty. And his paws. And maybe his ears...

“No.”

Could they at least paint each other?

“No. Paints are for the fort.”

They pouted more, but then Papa pulled out glow-in-the-dark star stickers to put inside the fort and they were successfully distracted from the unfairness of not getting to see a pink-tailed Chat Noir.

All in all, things were getting better.

#ml fic #dolls au #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #littlebug #chaton noir #ladybug doll #chat noir doll #plagg #tikki #queen tikki #ml cute #ml fluff #so much fluff #ALL THE FLUFF

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voguingtodanzig · 3 years

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THE CELESTIAL JUKEBOX, PRESENT TENSE - 250 SONGS

Again, some of this is personal and sentimental, linked to time and place and experience.

50 Cent, “Many Men (Wish Death)”

100 gecs, “800db cloud”

10,000 Maniacs, “Candy Everybody Wants”

Bryan Adams, “Everything I Do”

Herb Alpert & The Tijuana Brass, “Spanish Flea”

America, “Sister Golden Hair”

Julie Andrews, “My Favorite Things”

Animal Collective, “Brother Sport”

Aphex Twin, “Tha”

Fiona Apple, “Extraordinary Machine”

Louis Armstrong, “What a Wonderful World”

Ash, “Shining Light”

Atlantic Starr, “Always”

Atlas Sound, “Washington School”

Autechre, “Vose In”

The B-52s, “Deadbeat Club”

Bananarama, “Cruel Summer”

The Beatles, “All My Loving”

Beck, “Girl”

Belle & Sebastian, “Seymour Stein”

Benoit & Sergio, “Boy Trouble”

Beyoncé, “Countdown”

Bikini Kill, “Alien She”

Bilal, “West Side Girl”

Bjork, “It’s Oh So Quiet”

Black Dice, “Pigs”

Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, “Stop”

The Black-Eyed Peas, “Imma Be”

Blast Off Country Style, “Cutie Pie”

Blondie, “Heart of Glass”

The Bloodhound Gang, “Your Only Friends Are Make-Believe”

The Box Tops, “The Letter”

Brainiac, “I Am A Cracked Machine”

Michelle Branch, “Everywhere”

Laura Branigan, “Gloria”

The Breeders, “Off You”

Danny Brown, “Gremlins”

James Brown, “Get Up I Feel Like Being a Sex Machine”

Jackson Browne, “Somebody’s Baby”

Vanessa Carlton, “A Thousand Miles”

Harry Chapin, “Cat’s in the Cradle”

Tracy Chapman, “Fast Car”

The Carpenters, “Yesterday Once More”

Julian Casablancas and the Voidz, “Human Sadness”

The Chemical Brothers, “Free Yourself”

Chixdiggit!, “My Restaurant”

Cibo Matto, “Sunday, Pt. 1”

Ciara feat. Missy Elliott, “One, Two Step”

Clipse, “Dirty Money”

Jim Croce, “Operator”

Crosby, Stills, and Nash, “You Don’t Have To Cry”

Christopher Cross, “Ride Like the Wind”

Cryptacize, “Mythomania”

Crystal Castles, “Air War”

Culture Club, “Karma Chameleon”

Terrence Trent D’Arby, “Sign Your Name”

Daft Punk, “Around the World”

Dave Dee, Dozy, Beaky, Mick & Tich, “Hold Tight”

Dead Kennedys, “Kill the Poor”

DeBarge, “The Rhythm of the Night”

Deerhoof, “+81”

Deerhunter, “Octet”

Depeche Mode, “Personal Jesus”

Dial, “Helium”

The Diplomats, “Dipset Anthem”

DMX, “Stop Being Greedy”

The Doobie Brothers, “Black Water”

Dr. Dre feat. Snoop Dogg, “Nuthin’ But a G Thang”

The-Dream, “Love King”

Duran Duran, “Hungry Like The Wolf”

Bob Dylan, “Positively 4th Street”

The Eagles, “Lyin’ Eyes”

Eat Skull, “Cooking a Way to be Happy”

Elastica, “Connection”

The Everly Brothers, “All I Have to Do is Dream”

The Ben Folds Five, “The Battle of Who Could Care Less”

Eleanor Friedberger, “Stare at the Sun”

Eminem feat. Dido, “Stan”

Brian Eno, “Cindy Tells Me”

Eurythmics, “Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)”

Extreme, “More Than Words”

The Fall, “Glam-Racket”

Roberta Flack, “Killing Me Softly With His Song”

Flipper, “Ha Ha Ha”

Dan Fogelberg, “Longer”

The Free Design, “The Proper Ornaments”

Fur, “Devil to the Lamb”

Garbage, “Only Happy When It Rains”

Judy Garland, “Over the Rainbow”

Kevin Gates, “Paper Chasers”

Ghostface Killah, “Shakey Dog”

Freddie Gibbs, “20 Karat Jesus”

Godspeed You! Black Emperor, “The Dead Flag Blues”

Gorillaz feat. De La Soul, “Feel Good Inc.”

Go Sailor, “I’m Still Crying”

Granddaddy, “A.M. 180”

Colleen Green, “I Want to Grow Up”

Green Day, “Basket Case”

Grimes, “REALITi”

Gucci Mane, “Break Ya Self (Brrrussia version)”

Guided By Voices, “Teenage FBI”

Harvey Danger, “Flagpole Sitta”

Helium, “XXX”

Keri Hilson, “Pretty Girl Rock”

Hole, “Malibu”

The Hollies, “All I Need Is The Air That I Breathe”

Michael Jackson, “Rock With You”

Jay-Z, “Hard Knock Life”

Henry Jacobs, “Guitar Lesson”

Jawbreaker, “Fireman”

Jeremih, “Oui”

Jewel, “Standing Still”

Jimmy Eat World, “Sweetness”

Billy Joel, “Uptown Girl”

Scott Joplin, “The Entertainer”

Journey, “Don’t Stop Believin’”

Juelz Santana, “Mixin’ up the Medicine”

R. Kelly feat. T.I. & T-Pain, “I’m a Flirt (Remix)”

Kool and the Gang, “Celebration”

Lana Del Rey, “Off to the Races”

Lagwagon, “May 16”

The Libertines, “Horror Show”

Limp Bizkit, “Re-Arranged”

Lindstrom, “Where You Go I Go Too”

Lisa Lisa & Cult Jam, “Lost in Emotion”

Lit, “My Own Worst Enemy”

The Lonely Island feat. T-Pain, “I’m on a Boat”

Lotus Plaza, “What Grows?”

Lower Dens, “Candy”

Courtney Love, “I’ll Do Anything”

Love As Laughter, “Idol Worship”

M.I.A, “Bamboo Banga”

Madonna, “Hung Up”

Madlib, “Mystic Bounce”

Stephen Malkmus and the Jicks, “Ramp of Death”

The Mamas and the Papas, “California Dreamin’”

John Mayer, “New Light”

Meek Mill, “Dreams and Nightmares Intro”

Men at Work, “Safety Dance”

George Michael, “Faith”

The Modern Lovers, “I’m Straight”

Modest Mouse, “Heart Cooks Brain”

The Moldy Peaches, “Nothing Came Out”

Chris Montez, “The More I See You”

Alanis Morissette, “Head Over Feet”

Jason Mraz and Colbie Caillat, “Lucky”

MXPX, “Party, My House, Be There”

My Bloody Valentine, “You Never Should”

Nas, “The World Is Yours”

Johnny Nash, “I Can See Clearly Now”

Neu!, “Hallogallo”

New Order, “Subculture”

New Pornographers, “The Laws Have Changed”

Wayne Newton, “Danke Schoen”

Harry Nilsson, “Jump into the Fire”

Nine Inch Nails, “Wish”

Nirvana, “About a Girl”

The Notorious B.I.G., “Warning”

Maura O’Connell, “Summerfly”

The Orb, “Little Fluffy Clouds”

Panda Bear, “Mr Noah”

Pavement, “Harness Your Hopes (BBC Evening Session)”

Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, “They Reminisce Over You (T.R.O.Y.)”

Liz Phair, “Shane”

Pinhead Gunpowder, “I Am An Elephant”

The Platters, “Only You (And You Alone)”

The Pointer Sisters, “Jump”

Michael Praetorius, “Es ist ein Ros entsprungen”

Elvis Presley, “A Little Less Conversation”

Primal Scream, “Keep Your Dreams”

The Prodigy, “Breathe”

Propaghandi, “Anti-Manifesto”

Brian Protheroe, “Pinball”

Psychic Graveyard, “No”

Public Enemy, “Fight The Power”

Aileen Quinn, “Tomorrow”

Radiohead, “A Wolf at the Door”

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Blood in the Rivers: VIII

A/N: I apologize for the wait (again). Thank you to everyone who read, liked, reblogged, and commented on the last chapter. And thank you for all the shenanigans about dogs and unicorns last night. You all make me smile

Pairing: Oberyn Martell x Ellaria Sand x F!Reader (Tully)

Rating: T - mentions of death, unhealthy coping mechanisms, my continued overuse of italics

Word Count: 9.2k (Don’t look at me)

Read Chapters I-VII here! Or on Ao3!

Chapter Eight: Pockets Full of Pebbles

“Raise your elbow.”

The bow was a bit too big for her little hands, even if it had been specially made just for her. But she did as her father bid and tried to focus on the target just a few feet away in the courtyard outside the keep’s armory.

“Perfect. Now loose.”

The arrow soared through the air and hit the side of the target. A shrieking giggle soon erupted from her throat as her father’s strong arms wrapped around her waist and hoisted her into the air.

“You are a natural, my darling girl! My little warrior!” His smiling lips pressed a kiss against her cheek as she continued to laugh.

“Oh, Brynden. You will have her running wild if you continue,” Vaella said, fondness in her tone betraying her love for her husband and child.

Brynden adjusted his grip on Y/N so he could hold her a little closer, little legs wrapping around his waist, and he pressed another kiss to Y/N’s cheek. “She is already wild. Aren’t you, Y/N?”

There were few rivers in Dorne. The Tullys drew their strength from the river, and it was to the river they returned when their lives had run their course. But the nearest was too far. She would not delay his soul’s rest any more than necessary. “All rivers lead to the sea, darling girl,” her father had once said. So, the Summer Sea was her only choice. It wasn’t the muddied rivers around Riverrun. It wasn’t The Trident in The Vale where her father had laid her mother to rest. “All rivers lead to the sea,” she repeated her father’s words.

She barely remembered filling a small boat with kindling and stones and small slips of parchment before carefully placing her father’s head inside, atop the makeshift body she’d made from rolls of black fabric and straw.

She would never recover the rest of his body. There had been a note shoved behind his teeth: his body was fed to a caged bear at Harrenhal. Another desecration. Oberyn had matched it by having Ilyn’s body hacked to pieces.

The words of a familiar prayer slipped by her lips as she finished, hoping his soul would find rest in the Seven Heavens and that he would be reunited with her mother. “Goodbye, papa.” The words were strangled in her throat.

Ellaria quietly stepped to her side. Oberyn soon followed. Harmen and Daisy took their places, too. Without a word, they each placed a hand on the boat and helped shove the small tender out onto the gentle waves of the sea. Her heart was in her throat as she watched it start to pull away from the shore and then Daemon was there, handing her the bow and arrow. Y/N nocked the arrow with her bandaged hand and murmured a quiet ‘thank you’ to an injured-but-healing Trystane as he lit the end, letting it blaze with orange fire. A steadying breath is all she gave herself before she pulled the bow taut with perfect posture, just like her father taught, and let it loose. The arrow hit the boat and it erupted in flames. Her hands shook as she finally let the bow drop to her side. The stitches on her palm had torn. She didn’t feel it. Blood dripped onto the sand.

The boat drifted away and she watched until it sunk beneath the water.

The Realm had descended into chaos. Myrcella and her Lannister guards had disappeared the night Ilyn had tried to kill Trystane and Doran. Westerland armies tried to cross the Red Mountains into Dorne on the Prince’s Pass but were largely pushed back by the House Fowler armies. House Yronwood raised their banners and fortified the Bone Way, waiting for the Lannisters to try again.

Y/N had been wordlessly invited to join Oberyn, a healing Doran, and the lords and ladies of Dorne who had been at the Water Gardens for the feast and never left. All of them were calling for retaliation. For war. The men and women sequestered in the cooled undercroft serving as a war room did not bat a lash when she joined them. Some even voiced their approval for her plans, stating that she was a natural tactician, “a woman after Princess Nymeria’s own heart!” It almost made her smile. It was a small solace, to know that her opinion was valued enough to earn a seat at the table.

But it had kept long hours. Longer still when she would hide away in Sunspear’s grand library, poring over centuries-old texts about the Red Keep or Casterly Rock, trying to find some slip of information that could be used as a tool against the Lannisters. It had almost become some sort of sad little game to wonder who would be sent in to ask her back to bed.

“You are falling asleep in your seat,” Sansa would say. “Go to bed.”

“You look ill. You will be ill if you do not sleep,” Arya would grumble.

"You must sleep, My Tully,” Ellaria would whisper as she would gently massage the back of her neck. “Come lay with me.”

And sometimes it would work. But sometimes she would wave them on. But she found a surprising companion. Obella, not yet seventeen, quietly helped her find books in the library and show Y/N her own findings—mostly battle formations that had faded from common knowledge but would be brutally efficient. They came to a soft companionability, taking turns to bring food and hot tea to the library when the night grew dark or relighting candles that snuffed themselves out.

“Why do you come here?” Y/N finally asked after their fifth night together.

“I cannot wield a sword like Obara or a bow like you—or even a lance like Elia. But I do want to help.”

She said it with such conviction that it fractured a part of Y/N’s already broken heart. She only nodded and pushed a steaming cup of tea toward her with a sad sort of smile. “You’re helping more than you know.”

Obara, Elia, and Arya were her companions at the training grounds. The two Sand Snakes seemed to innately know the anger that had infested her bloodstream and would silently bandage Y/N’s fingers when she would rub them raw with overuse against the string of her bow.

She was a fine archer and Obara had taken it upon herself to find Y/N a Martell guard who preferred the short blades she was more comfortable with to help her train with those as well.

Her hand ached. She pulled the stitches from her skin on her own, too early for the ugly, jagged wound to be fully healed. But she did it anyway in the dead of night, tired of feeling the scratch of the knots against her palm. Obara said nothing when she saw the messy work when she bandaged Y/N’s hand the morning after

Obara would stand behind her father’s chair when she cared to attend the war stratagem but largely kept to the training grounds with their cavalry and infantry.

Time had turned strange. Days and nights melting into each other without any sort of rest. Tracking the date had not been a necessity or want. She simply needed to do all she could to help. To train. To lend her voice at the stratagem meetings. She could rest later.

Just before one of these meetings Y/N noticed a shaking servant, holding a crumpled missive in his hands. The seal of the Tyrells was broken at the edge. The poor soul looked like he was headed toward the gallows. “I’ll take it for you,” she murmured.

The servant mumbled a quiet but reverent “thank you, Princess,” before all but shoving it into her hand and then pulling open the heavy door to let her in. Her thumb slid beneath the broken seal and she quickly scanned the words, stomach curling with each line of ink

Oberyn noticed the fright on her face within a moment. “What is it, my moonlight?” He asked and pressed a kiss to her cheek before she handed him the letter.

She was thankful that only Doran was present when Oberyn’s beautiful face slid into something monstrous as he read. He curled his fist around the letter as Doran lifted his head from the pile of missives from far-off Lords from the east coast of Dorne, keeping him abreast of any movement or changes in scheme they needed to employ. “Oberyn?”

“Myrcella and her guards washed up in Blackwater Bay.”

“And the Lannisters think we had a hand in it?”

“According to Olenna Tyrell, yes; Cersei thinks we killed Myrcella and she wants all of our heads on spikes.” Oberyn threw the remnants of the warning onto the table with a snarl.

While Y/N knew she would pray for the little princess’ soul to be carried off into the Seven Heavens when she was alone that night, her mind quickly turned toward how they would deal with this newest development. “They must have sailed near the Stepstones. Pirates and raiders-"

“The Lions do not care for logic, my moonlight. They have deemed us guilty.”

Her gut churned. She wanted blood, yes. But not Myrcella’s—not the innocent.

Before any other arguments or plans could be made—the door burst open and Elia was careening into the room, out of breath and dark eyes wild. “Ships! Greyjoy and Stark banners!”

Y/N scarcely recalled leaping up the stairs or dashing through the fortress and out into the dying sunlight to see the ships on the horizon—swathes of grey fabric and black wood rising from the waves like the Deep Ones of legend. Small tenders were already in the sea and rowing toward the shore. One of them had tied a bit of white fabric to their bow.

“Should we trust them?” Y/N asked.

Oberyn, at her back, sighed. “The Starks have not betrayed us yet. Remains to be seen with the Greyjoys.”

The fortress was abuzz with movement as the Northmen settled into their temporary lodging Sunspear was providing (the Ironborn loudly voiced that they’d rather row back out to their ships for rest). Battle plans were being drawn and redrawn. Alliances and promises made.

Y/N learned that after the Boltons had tortured and killed Theon as they took over Winterfell, Yara sent a raven to Robb. He would help her claim the throne of the Iron Islands against the claim of her uncle, Euron, in exchange for drawing the Boltons out beyond Winterfell’s walls so Robb’s men could attack them from behind and finally reclaim Winterfell and wipe out the Bolton line. They both had vengeance with the act and gained an ally.

The North was once again under the rule of House Stark. But Y/N could not delight in that bit of happy news as word was sent that Yara Greyjoy required a private audience with Y/N.

Daemon rowed her out to the Black Wind and promised to stay until she personally told him to go or she came back out to the tender to be taken back to Sunspear. “I would not have you languishing with the Ironborn longer than necessary, my lady,” he muttered before a rope ladder was thrown down.

As she reached the deck of the ship, several of the crew looked her up and down. She caught whispers of “the Mountain” and “princess” before she was led below deck by a man with a salt-and-pepper beard and cold, green eyes. He knocked twice on a sea-weathered door before a gruff, feminine voice called to let him in.

Y/N stepped inside and tried not to wrinkle her nose at the smell. It reeked of old hay and excrement—probably a holding cell. Yara was waiting, standing under the single beam of light the room had and holding a chain in her hands. It snaked across the hay-strewn floor and disappeared into a dark corner. This was the first time Y/N had come in contact with Yara Greyjoy—but her reputation obviously preceded her and was well earned. The smirk she had splitting her face was enough to warrant the rumors of callous humor and bloodthirsty nature.

“Ah, you’ve come. Perhaps you can get something out of him before I rip his tongue out. We caught him just off the Stepstones, trying to hide his hideous face under a hood.” She pulled at the end of a chain. The metal links seemed to sing as she continued to yank until the prisoner stepped into her line of sight.

Y/N nearly balked at the sight. “Lord Tyrion. A surprise to be sure.”

Tyrion looked no worse than he did all that time ago in the Water Gardens but his limbs were now all encased in heavy steel and his hair was a little more unkempt. “My lady.” He even bowed a bit.

“The Imp refuses to speak to anyone but you,” Yara said as she stepped forward to hand Y/N the end of the chain with a curled frown. “Was this the one you were intended to marry?”

Y/N bristled but was unsurprised that Yara knew of the Lannisters’ plot. All of Dorne seemed to know it, too. “It was Tywin, actually. His father.”

Yara sneered. “I guess the old lion does still have a cock.” She then left without another word and the door closed loudly behind her.

With a sigh, Y/N set down the chain and wiped her hands on her skirts. “Why have you asked for me, Lord Tyrion? Prince Oberyn or Doran would be the only ones to grant you more comfortable accommodations in exchange for information.”

Tyrion shook his head. “I do not trust them, just as they do not trust me.”

Y/N hummed. “I am surprised they kept you alive at all. The last time you were in the company of Starks, you were accused to trying to murder Bran and only survived Catelyn’s wrath by the gods’ grace and the help of a sellsword.”

“It was more the sellsword than the grace of the gods, my lady, I assure you. But it was under Robb’s instruction that the Ironborn did not tie me to the front of their ship to be pecked to death by gulls.” He pursed his lips. “I was nearly to Essos when my ship was blown out of the water and I was scooped up like some dead fish.”

“Then perhaps you should consider it luck that they found you and not your sister. She wants you dead. Robb wants leverage.”

“If you had counseled your dear king, he would have known that I will hold no leverage as a hostage. They would prefer me dead.”

Y/N paused for a moment, thoughts stirring in her mind. “You asked me here for a reason, Lord Tyrion. And it is not because you fear me the least. What is it you’re offering?”

Something crossed Tyrion’s face then. It was almost a smile. “You would have made a fearsome Lady of the Rock, you know.” But as quickly as it came, it disappeared. “Tell me, are the rumors of Myrcella-”

“Dorne had nothing to do with it. Doran and Oberyn may not care for your family but they do not kill children. They know the ache of the loss of a child.”

Tears gathered in Tyrion’s eyes and tracked down his dirty cheeks. “She was good and gentle.”

“She was,” Y/N said softly. “And I am sorry that the gods have called her home so soon. But we need your help to see this through. You have my word that Tommen will not be harmed when we take King’s Landing.”

Oberyn and Ellaria were waiting for her when she stepped back onto shore hours later. Y/N had slips of parchment crumpled in her hand and streaks of ink staining her fingers and across her cheek. “Is Sarella still in Oldtown?”

“You cannot believe him!” Robb snarled.

Y/N pivoted in her seat to glare at him, uncaring of the other lords and soldiers in the room. “What cause does he have to lie?”

“He is a Lannister!”

“He is hated by his family. They tried to kill him.”

Robb’s face continued to contort in rage as he stood from his seat, fist slamming against the wood of the table. But whatever words he had wanted to say stilled in his throat as Oberyn stood from his seat, too. Oberyn said nothing as he loomed at Y/N’s back. He did not move his hand to the pommel of his sword but the promise of violence was not missed.

The King in the North seemed to swallow his pride at the quiet show of strength but did not sit down. “There is no way to see if this is not a trap.”

And that was when Y/N had a smirk of her own, pulled the rolled missive, stamped with the seal of the Citadel, from the folds of her dress and unfurled it on the table. “Tyrion’s claims of the cisterns and drains of Casterly Rock have been verified, as have the rumors of Wildfire under the whole of King’s Landing.” She pushed the parchment toward Robb and watched his face as he read Sarella’s handwriting. Her findings had given Y/N hope that this war could be won without an unending number of battles. Less bloodshed. Fewer dead Dornishmen. Fewer families without sons and husbands and brothers. Tyrion had told her of how he used to smuggle his favorite girls in and out of his rooms by the way of the drains of Casterly Rock and how that flaw in the Lannisters’ fortress could be exploited and allow for an outside naval force to sack his ancestral home. He’d provided crude drawings of how the tunnels curved and turned from the cliffside up to the balustrades and towers. Tyrion’s placement of the wildfire under the capital were less precise but still damning.

“And what does The Imp want in return for this information?”

“He wants to be set free-” There was an immediate and expected uproar from the Northmen and Ironborn and a handful of the Dornish lords and ladies but Y/N pressed on. “-to live in Essos with little Tommen when this is over.”

Robb held up his hand and quieted the rabble as his lips pressed into a thin line. “We will need scouts in the Westerlands to know of any movement of their armies.”

Lady Maege Mormont, pallid face red with the heat and slicked with sweat, suddenly moved her dark eyes to Y/N and the Dornish prince at her back. “The Riverlands armies are still waiting for command.”

“The Riverlands have not declared to King Robb’s cause aside from a handful of men who still hold Riverrun,” gruffed an Ironborn who tried to hold Oberyn’s gaze but quickly wilted under the Prince’s unwavering stare.

“That is inaccurate,” Robb said, voice cutting through the room’s din without effort. “There is still a small battalion of men loyal to Brynden Tully waiting for a command just outside Pinkmaiden. It would be a sufficient number.”

Oberyn’s warm hand reached down to gently grasp her shoulder and squeeze. A quiet show of support. “Why have they not joined you in Dorne?” Y/N asked, voice steady.

That was when Robb finally sat again and he tried to look her in the eye but failed and glanced down at the maps in front of him. “Your father was waiting for my command to take the Golden Tooth.”

Y/N nodded. He had never made it to Pinkmaiden.

And everyone in the room knew it.

But Y/N’s face did not move and Oberyn’s steadying hand did not falter in its grounding warmth. “Then it seems you have your scouts.”

The meeting continued on into the night and only adjourned when Lord Stonehouse let out a snore, slumped over his plate of half-eaten supper. Y/N wrapped a bit of chicken into her napkin and set out on her own after kissing Oberyn’s cheek before he went to Doran’s side.

She was…exhausted. But, she still sought out the one frivolous activity she would allow herself. Grey Wind, Robb’s hulking direwolf, was curled on the cool marble of the grand hall and lifted his large head when he heard her approach. Ned had told her stories of direwolves during her time at Winterfell and she, a bit childishly, wanted to see one as close as she could manage. Y/N unwrapped the chicken and held out to him with a small smile that grew only a fraction bigger when it was quickly devoured and her fingers were licked clean, too. The direwolf sniffed at her hand for a little longer before pressing his head against her palm, wanting to be pet. And that almost made her laugh, this giant animal who unnerved most others he encountered was gently asking to be scratched behind the ears. (Robb had grumbled his acceptance of Grey Wind not being present in the war room because of how uncomfortable it made some of the lords and ladies of Dorne.)

“You’re just a big pup, aren’t you?”

Grey Wind whined, offended.

“My lady?” Daisy’s voice rung out in the hall and Y/N quickly gave a handful more scratches before trying to find her handmaiden. When she did, Daisy explained that Ellaria had requested Daisy get Y/N “in bed with no distractions!” when she heard the meeting had been adjourned early. So, she let Daisy lead her back to her chambers with a sigh and fuss for a moment or two before she helped her out of her clothes and into her silken nightgown with a small smile. “I feel like I have not truly spoken with you in ages, my lady.”

“I apologize, Daisy.”

“Think nothing of it. I know your heart and mind are occupied.” When she finished, Daisy lingered at her back with a nervous expression. “I know it is not my place-”

“You are my friend, Daisy. Speak freely.” She turned to softly squeeze at Daisy’s fingers before dropping her hands back into her lap.

“I worry about you. And I know others do as well.”

“I am going to sleep-”

“It is not your lack of sleep that disturbs me, Y/N. You…you are not yourself. For as long as I have known you, you have worn your heart on your sleeve. Only tucking it away when you think someone will betray you. I know your heart is broken. Let it be broken. A heart that bleeds alone still bleeds. It is easier to bear with someone at your side.”

Y/N frowned. “You are with me-”

Disappointment colored Daisy’s face as she sighed, cutting off Y/N’s words. “I know you are not this stupid, Y/N. You know exactly what I mean.”

And that poked at the festering wound Y/N had tried to seal over with brick and steel in the cavity of her chest. “When this is over, I will… I will mourn as I should. It would be selfish to do it now.”

Daisy clicked her tongue with a shake of her head. “I have been told that war makes animals of men but I did not think it would make your heart stone. It is not selfish to love your father. It is not selfish to feel.” Before Y/N could even come up with some sort of rebuttal, her friend was striding toward the door and pulling it open. “Sleep, Y/N.” And then she was gone.

But Y/N did not sleep. She sat on her bed and listened to the night’s chatter die down as time slipped by. The fortress grew dark as only the necessary torches were kept aflame. The stars glittered in the moonless sky. Even as her body yearned for rest, she could not sleep.

All she could do was stare out to the sea.

But then she was moving. Slipping off her bed and slinking out of the fortress, wordlessly passing the stationed guards who made no move to stop her but watched her with careful, curious eyes.

“All rivers lead to the sea.” The words were murmured but felt like a rock had dislodged itself from the recesses of her lungs.

Cool marble gave way to paved stone and then to cold, wet sand she let squish between her toes as she walked closer to the sea’s edge. The water was calm. Gentle waves shimmered in starlight and lapped against the shore. She let the cool water splash against her ankles before she discarded her dressing gown. She took one step, then another, another, and another until she was treading open water in just her chemise, feeling the wet fabric glide around her in the water like a curious, silken fish. She dove beneath the waves to feel the chill and rhythm of the sea settle in her bones. For a moment, she wondered if she could spend forever at the bottom of the sea, looking up at the stars through the clear water, weighed down by pebbles sewn into her pockets. But when her lungs started to burn, she rose to the surface slowly and pulled in a deep breath of warm night air as she crested like a leviathan.

Y/N had always been a strong swimmer. Edmure had once joked that she was truly part trout when she would spend hot days swimming against the current of the waters around Riverrun. But she did not want to swim tonight. She wanted to simply feel the water on her skin. To feel the waves beat in time with her heart. To know that the water would always have a place for her.

Her legs stopped pumping and she let them rise to the surface and she floated atop the waves like a wash of seafoam.

The stars were shining above her in their celestial beds, bright and welcoming even as drops of salted water managed to sting at her eyes. She followed the lines of the constellations she knew by heart and licked the salt from her lips.

With each wave, she knew the shore grew closer. She could let herself mourn until then, let the salt of her tears finally meet the salt of the water. She could let herself cry here, mourn here, in the water that welcomed her family home.

They came slowly and then all at once. Great, heaving sobs shook her entire body and nearly took her under as water filled her mouth when she let out a wail—the sounds wrenching themselves free from their hiding places within her tired soul. She cried and sobbed and wept. For her father. Her mother. For Ned and Catelyn. For Rickon and Bran and Hoster. Finally letting herself feel something for longer than a few stolen minutes. Y/N barely registered the arms wrapping around her shoulders and under her knees, the grip keeping her head safely above water.

It wasn’t until the tears ebbed enough to clear her vision that she saw Oberyn standing in the water, cradling her weightless form against the waves. His features were soft in the starlight and he said nothing as her sobs came again and she curled further into his grip.

He let her cry until she was spent and then walked her closer to the shore and helped her stand.

Ellaria was waiting just outside the sea’s reach with a stack of linen towels neatly folded near her feet. She plucked one from the pile and wordlessly started to dry Y/N off with a gentle touch before wrapping another around her shoulders. Oberyn slung one around his damp breeches then leaned forward to press a kiss against Ellaria’s temple, lingering for a moment, before doing the same to Y/N.

“The night is losing its battle with dawn, my loves. We must sleep,” Ellaria said, reaching out to tighten the towel around Y/N’s shoulders.

Y/N nodded, beyond exhausted. But her heart felt the smallest fraction lighter. And perhaps it was not the end of her grieving—it was just the start. But she knew it was a step forward. When Ellaria pushed her into the warm silk and linen sheets of her and Oberyn’s bed and then climbed over her to settle like another blanket, Y/N knew she would finally sleep. Peacefully. Oberyn climbed in after them and murmured soft ‘sleep, my darlings. We will speak in the morning’ into their skin and snuffed out the single candle on the bedside table. One hand brushed against Ellaria’s back as his other brought Y/N’s palm up to his lips to breathe in the lingering scent of salt and water as his eyes closed. Oh yes, she could sleep for eternity if they just held her like this for a little longer.

And the sound of the water, ever-present and ever-moving, lulled them into a quiet, deep sleep.

Morning came sooner rather than later and Y/N woke to Oberyn pressing a kiss to her bare shoulder, fingers sliding under the thin strap of her chemise to revel in her soft skin. Much like Ellaria had the night before, he was lounging across Y/N’s back, weight pressing her into the featherbed with a comforting pressure. Ellaria was sitting up, held up by her elbow to look down at her with a soft smile.

It was something Y/N could get used to seeing every morning. She breathed for a few moments, simply wondering in how quiet the room was, how gentle Oberyn and Ellaria were with her. Briefly, she thought of how her life had changed since she had sent that first raven to Dorne. Being this comfortable, wrapped in blankets that did not belong to her, in the arms of not one but two people she was not married to—the scandal of it all. It was a soft sort of loveliness, even with the hurt of her loss. It seemed the water and the forgiving touch of the couple she loved had given Y/N her soul back; fractured and hurt. But hers once again.

“How are you, my moonlight?” He asked, voice quiet in the still of the room.

“I think I will carry this ache until my soul leaves to join whichever of the Seven Heavens the gods deem fit for me. But I know it will be easier to bear with time. Just as it was with my mother. Knowing they are together again gives me a small bit of happiness.” Y/N tapped at his thigh so she could turn to face him, letting her fingers trail through his hair when he laid his cheek against her stomach as they once again settled in the mess of blankets. A handful of grey strands pulled her attention as she let her nails gently scratch against his scalp, gaining a soft groan in return. “Thank you for last night. You… you both seem to know what I require before I even speak.”

Oberyn looked up at her, dark eyes warm but sad. “We each have had our own brushes with loss, my moonlight.” He paused. “We watched you close yourself off to everything aside from the coming war. Your eyes did not sparkle. You did not laugh. We had you, could touch you, feel the warmth of your skin. But you were lost to us.”

Ellaria hummed her agreement and reached over to let her fingers roam across her exposed collarbone and the corner of her mouth tilted up when she heard the next breath catch in Y/N’s throat.

“It was never my intention-”

“You have spent too long in places where you cannot feel. You have swallowed your pride and anger and joy and grief in order to survive.” Ellaria said, fingers continuing to trail, burning her in their wake. “That is not how we live here, that is not the life we want for you.”

Y/N pushed out a long breath and let her hands drop to the back of Oberyn’s head, twisting the black and grey locks around her fingers without thought. “What is the life you want for me?”

Oberyn suddenly moved. His hands planting on either side of her shoulders to loom over her like some beautiful, terrible heavenly body. Her legs parted as he moved, cradling his hips with her thighs. “We want you to live, my moonlight. To live freely. Without restraint.”

“We want you to be angry, to be sad, to be joyful—to feel,” Ellaria said, hooking her fingers under Y/N’s chin to make Y/N look at her. “We want you to feel.”

They spoke of their hurts and anger, of their happiness and triumphs as the sun started to rise. “But none of it means anything if you do not feel it.” Oberyn leaned down to steal a kiss and sighed against her mouth as she lifted a hand to slide against his side, delighting in how he shivered. “We want you to take the day. Do not attend the meetings. Do not go to the training yards. Sleep. Pray if it helps your heart. Eat something. Speak with Sansa and Arya. Let yourself feel.” He kissed her again before Ellaria stole another, too. But they eventually all made their way out of the haven of their soft blankets and dressed unhurriedly to meet the day.

“Join me for lunch. The little ones miss you,” Ellaria said, catching Y/N’s hand before she left.

“I will find you,” Y/N promised with a squeeze to her wrist before setting off to find Sansa.

The day passed smoothly, for the most part. She let herself cry again when she spoke with Sansa and joined Grey Wind and Arya in the sea before setting off to join Ellaria and the younger Sand Snakes for lunch as promised. The afternoon was filled with a trip to Sunspear’s sept for prayer and speaking with Daisy. No plans for battle. No talk of alliances. It was not all her heart needed to heal from her loss. But it was another step toward acceptance. As night descended on Dorne, she was rewrapping the leather binding on the handle of Dorea’s Morningstar, having nearly stepped on it when she was walking back to her chambers. The leather had been ripped and torn under Dorea’s exuberant thrashing and Y/N had a bit of leather to spare, not minding to part with it. Oberyn found her as she finished and smiled as she, a little bashfully, showed him her work.

“She will love it,” he said with a warm smile and tired eyes.

Oberyn led her toward Dorea’s chambers and they found Ellaria asleep in Dorea’s bed with a book of fairytales from the Riverlands opened on their laps. Oberyn only tiptoed in for a moment to press a kiss to his paramour and daughter’s cheeks. Y/N had followed to carefully pull the book away and set it on the bedside table and made sure that the blankets covered the pair, tucking them into bed against the sea-scented night air. She placed the Morningstar atop a table before they both slipped out.

“She must have had a nightmare. She rarely lets us leave her bed if some sort of monster has creeped its way into her mind,” Oberyn said softly as he closed the door.

“Does she have nightmares often?” Y/N asked.

“They come and go, as it is with all children.” He grasped her hand and pressed a kiss to her fingers with a tired smile. “You will see when you have babes of your own.”

“You want more children?” She asked, head filling with something other than plans for war for a brief moment.

Oberyn’s smile widened and he pressed a hand over her stomach, fingers splaying. “I want as many children as you desire to give me.”

Something playful and teasing and almost unfamiliar bubbled in her chest and she smiled and covered his hand with hers. “Oh, I see. You’ve seduced me in some attempt to fill these halls with little Martells. You have no love for me—just my ability to give you more heirs.” She even laughed, quiet in the hall.

But Oberyn did not smile now and his fingers curled into the fabric of her dress and yanked her close. The heat of his body enveloped her instantly and the burn of his gaze struck at her heart. “Do not say such things.”

“It was-”

“I love you, my moonlight. Even in jest, I will not have you speak of yourself that way.” He released his grip on her dress to gently hold her face in his roughened hands and swept his thumbs across her cheeks. “But it is good to hear you laugh again. I have missed the sound.”

Y/N nearly melted into his grip with a soft sigh and closed her eyes to savor his touch a little more. But then her mind started to wander, back to when she was still untouched by war and courtly politics. “I’ve always wanted one or two.”

He leaned forward to press his head against hers and Y/N could feel him smile as he kissed her forehead. “I can give you that.”

“I want them to have your eyes and good heart.”

Oberyn chuckled and then wrapped his arms around her, dragging her a little closer. “As long as they are healthy, my moonlight, I will be happy.”

And as she curled beneath her blankets that night, mouth still tingling from the kiss Oberyn left her with, she thought of little Loreza and Dorea trying to teach two little ones how to read on the shore as the Dornish sun warmed their skin.

And the thought carried over to her dreams where Oberyn crooned in her ear some lullaby she couldn’t place, a babe in his arms.

“Could you throw one more?” Y/N asked.

The young squire chuckled and nodded, pulling another bruised blood-orange from the pile collected from the groves and threw it into the air. Y/N quickly pulled back the bow’s string and loosed another arrow. It soared through the early morning air and pierced the skin of the orange and ripped through before it sunk into the target. It lined up almost perfectly with the six other speared blood-oranges on the target, dripping red-pink juice across the wood.

Y/N waved off the squire moving to clean off the target and said she didn’t mind the work. “I am sure I have kept you from your duties for far too long.”

“It is a pleasure to serve, Princess. You are a formidable archer.”

“Flatterer,” Y/N mused and watched the squire try to hide a shy smile before bowing and dismissing himself. She carefully pulled the arrows from the target and licked the juice from the tips and threw the discarded oranges out into the garden to let them feed the soil. It was still too early for most others to come to the courtyard to train. The last handful of days had seen most of the Dornish armies leave Sunspear to relieve the sorties at the border and to lead an incursion into the Stormlands.

A sudden noise had her turning and ready to nock another arrow. But it was just Robb, still haggard from sleep, with Grey Wind trailing beside him. The pair stared at each other for a moment and Y/N had to will herself to loosen her grip on the bow and carefully place the sticky arrows back into a pile. Robb approached her slowly. Much slower than Grey Wind who nosed at her leather breeches before letting out a low rumble as her gloved hand found the spot behind his left ear he loved having scratched.

“We have not spoken properly, cousin.” His mouth opened and closed twice. “I have missed you,” was all he managed.

Y/N nodded. She did miss him, too. “We are a long way from Winterfell.”

Robb’s smile was small but sincere. He took a step closer. And then another. And then his arms were wrapping around her and pulling her to his chest in a tight hug. Y/N’s arms wrapped around him tightly without a thought or care. Tears gathered in her eyes and she quickly shut them in a half-hearted attempt to keep them at bay. But then she was holding him in earnest and remembering how he and Jon would laugh in the Wolf’s Wood and string blue roses behind her ears with dirty fingers and would always make her smile whenever they could. It was so strange to see him now, the burden of a bloody crown on his head and scars littering his skin. It was strange that the boy she knew, full of smiles and fond of laughter, was now so quiet and serious.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” he whispered.

The tears were coming in earnest now and she felt Robb’s own trickling onto the shoulder of her tunic.

“You saved Sansa. Arya. You kept them alive and I repaid you with your father-”

“Don’t say it,” she said, biting back a whimper. “Do not say it.”

He held her tighter. And she tightened her hold, too.

“What happened to us, Stark?” She whispered.

The claimant king shuddered in her grip, the tears continuing their descent. “I do not know.”

And the pair held each other for a little longer until they heard other guards and soldiers approaching the training ground. Y/N stepped back first and noticed the sadness in his eyes but he blinked and turned his head and it was gone. The careful mask of kinghood was back in place. “I did come to speak to you of something else, Lady Tully. If you would permit me a moment of your time.”

She nodded, her own mask upon her face, too, and let him lead her toward a quiet corner of the training grounds with Grey Wind trailing beside them. And with each step, she noticed how Robb seemed to hold his shoulders higher to his ears. “What is it?” Y/N whispered when they finally slowed to a stop, mask slipping.

“Your father’s men want to fight. Riverrun still answers to the name Tully. And you, dear cousin, are the only Tully left alive and out of bondage.” When Y/N was quiet, Robb continued. “We sent the raven to Pinkmaiden—they responded that they wanted a commander. A leader.”

“And you think that I-”

“You are a Tully. You are Brynden Tully’s daughter. You have outmaneuvered the Lannisters at every turn. Who else would I send?”

She had kept Robb’s request to lead the Riverlanders’ forces to herself for only a handful of hours, trying to find the words to tell Ellaria and Oberyn. She thought time alone would help her, but all it did was wear on her nerves. A nervous tittering called her attention and she turned to see little Loreza staring at Grey Wind—the direwolf had made it a habit to splash around in the cool water of the Summer Sea at least a few times a day and was currently submerged up to his neck in the water, letting the waves wash over his back.

Y/N smiled despite her heavy heart and walked to Loreza’s side, biting back the question of how she’d managed to evade her Septa’s watchful eye this time. Seeing Loreza so nervous broke her heart a little. She was too young to be so scared. “He’s very big, isn’t he?”

“He’s almost as big as a horse,” the young girl murmured, dark eyes flittering back to the direwolf. “Obella said she saw him eat a man!”

“Obella is just teasing. Grey Wind is gentle—especially to little girls.” Y/N knelt down to Loreza’s level with a smile. “Would you like me to prove it to you?”

Loreza seemed to ponder it for a moment before nodding. Y/N held out a hand for her to take and led her over to the lounging direwolf. She held out her hand for Grey Wind to sniff and quickly lick before she scratched behind his ears. The water was starting to soak through her leathers but she turned to show Loreza how he liked to be scratched.

“Give him your hand, just like I did. Let him smell you.”

Loreza held out a shaking hand toward Grey Wind who sniffed all around before licking a wet strip across her little fingers and Loreza let out a loud giggle at the sensation. Her little dress was floating around her like a pale yellow lily pad.

“See? He likes you.”

Grey Wind continued to nose at Loreza’s arm as she started to run her fingers through his dark fur. “He’s soft!”

“I heard King Robb brushes him every night,” Y/N said with a waggle of her eyebrows. Loreza smiled at that and then let out a surprised squeal when Grey Wind licked at her face. “I think he likes you more than me!”

Loreza finally pulled her other hand from Y/N’s hold and happily pushed her little fingers through Grey Wind’s damp fur. A particularly tall wave washed over them and Loreza laughed as Grey Wind licked the water from her hands. “Would Father let me have a direwolf?”

“Direwolves are of the North, like King Robb and Sansa and Arya. And they are rare there, too.”

The girl pouted at that but did not stop her petting. “Will King Robb let me pet him while he is here?”

Y/N nodded and promised to speak to Robb on her behalf before she noticed a figure standing on the shoreline. “It seems your father has discovered us.”

Loreza looked back at the shore and grimaced. “I did miss my lessons today.”

Y/N urged her gently to find her septa, promising to speak with Oberyn, and watched her dash away through the water toward the sand and dodged her father’s hand as he reached for her with a teasing smile.

Y/N eventually pulled away from Grey Wind and squared her shoulders before pushing against the water toward Oberyn who waited for her.

“It is good to see you with them. You are gentle—but I do think you let them get away with far too many follies.”

Y/N smiled. “Even I missed a lesson or two when I was her age. A little rebellion is good character.”

He shook his head with a soft laugh and pulled her close despite her wet clothes before brushing his lips against her forehead. “I’ve spoken with Doran. He wants me to lead a command of my own into the Crownlands.”

“Oh,” was all she could manage. She knew he was a seasoned commander but the thought of him leaving the safety of Sunspear had not come to her. Perhaps she had deluded herself into thinking he would always be safe.

“And the wolf king has told me of his plans for you.” Oberyn looked at her and she held his gaze, even as she felt his sigh against her wet skin. Slowly, far too slowly for her liking, he reached up to hold her cheeks in his hands. “Do you truly mean to lead them? If this is the wolf king pressing you-”

“I have to, my prince. Robb or not.”

“Does your honor demand it?” He asked, almost teasing. But his tone lacked its usual warmth.

“It does.” Y/N reached up to cover his hands with hers and keep him close, half-scared that he would walk away, too. “Just as yours requires you to do the same.”

The pair was quiet for a moment, only the sound of the waves against the sand to listen to as time stretched on. Oberyn was looking at her, truly looking at her all the while and it was the sadness and resignation in his eyes that dug straight through her heart. He kissed her softly without a word before stepping back. “I would have you safe.”

And Y/N wanted to ask what he meant but he grasped at her hand and led her without a word toward the armory. “She is an archer, she needs to be able to move,” Oberyn said as he started to dig through the careful stacks of pieces of armor and accoutrements the blacksmith had forged for the Dornish forces. He quickly found pieces of light armor; shining mail, vambraces and pauldrons stamped with Martell suns, a light cuirass which would fit her feminine form. And as she gathered all of her armor to her chest, equal parts excited and anxious, she watched Oberyn turn to her. His dark eyes held some secret sentiment. Sad and proud and something else she could not place.

When they found Ellaria, she seemed to already know their news. “Oh, my two warriors.” And then she was gathering them close and lathing slow kisses against their lips and pushing them onto the bed. “Just let me have tonight, my loves. Just tonight before the Realm rips you away from me.”

And there was nothing carnal in the way they all burrowed under the blankets as the sliver of the moon rose or the way hands roamed and lips parted with gentle sighs. It was just love, simple and soft.

The younger Sand Snakes filtered into her rooms throughout the afternoon to watch Y/N pack away the essentials, just enough to fill two small saddlebags. Dorea tried to give Y/N her beloved Morningstar, “to keep you safe!” but Y/N quickly and gently pushed it back into the young girl’s hands. “You have to keep your mother safe until your father and I return. You cannot do that if I have your Morningstar, right?”

Elia sniffed at that and suspiciously turned her head away.

“And your sister, Elia, she will protect you," Y/N said, acknowledging Elia's pain without making it a point of conversation. Elia did not like to dwell on emotion.

It earned another sniff and a curt, “don’t die. I like having you around.” ("I do, too!" Dorea added.)

Nymeria and Tyene arrived soon after with words of encouragement and two matching vials of poison. “Just in case! Father likes to slick his blades with it. Perhaps you could dip a few of your arrows?” And that spoke volumes, at least to Y/N, about how they cared for her in their own way.

But Sansa was near tears despite the steadiness of her voice as she let herself into Y/N’s chambers. “Must you go? It feels like I've just had you return.”

“You know I must, little one. Robb’s asked it of me and I know you would do the same if Winterfell was still under Bolton colors.” Y/N reached out and pulled the redhead into a familiar hold and said nothing when she felt tears start to wet the fabric of her tunic. “But I will come ba-”

“Don’t say that. Don’t say something you cannot know to be true.”

Y/N pulled back and grasped at Sansa’s chin. “I am coming back. The Stranger themselves could not stop me.”

Sansa nodded with a watery hiccup and pulled her close for another hug before there was a knock at the door. Y/N kissed Sansa’s forehead before calling out a welcome to whomever it was. Ellaria stepped in, a roll tucked under her arm and Sansa quickly excused herself and shut the door tight on her way out.

Ellaria was quiet for a moment before she walked to Y/N’s side. There was a quietness to her features now but tears still pooled in her beautiful eyes. She pressed a kiss against her cheeks, her nose, her forehead, before touching her lips to hers in a soft, reverent kiss that tasted like citrus and salt. She sniffled just once as she pulled back and she handed the bundle to Y/N with a single wobble of her chin.

Y/N unwrapped it and marveled as more and more of the gift was revealed. The bow was black, darker than night and stronger than steel. It was dragonbone. A rare prize indeed.

“Father said it was one of the smaller bones from Meraxes. It was meant,” she had to clear her throat. “I meant to give it to you as a wedding gift. But I would rather you have it now. I know your aim will be true.”

Y/N quickly set the bow down on the bed and pulled Ellaria close without a word, trying to somehow convey the hope that she would return through the touch alone instead of words she knew would fail. “I love you,” was the only phrase she dared whisper. I love you. I love you. I love you.

When dawn broke the next morning two Northmen Robb entrusted with her care were waiting for her at the stables. Qēlos nuzzled into her palm as the mare's tack was secured and Y/N smuggled her an apple to devour as she swung up into the saddle. Y/N was finishing saying goodbye to a tearful Sansa when Ellaria and Oberyn appeared at the stables. Oberyn was already dressed in his light armor and Ellaria had donned a fauld of four lame across her waist. A little armor of her own. Everyone around them seemed to understand the need for privacy and quickly vacated the area or decidedly avoided pointing their gazes toward them.

“We will not try to dissuade you. Your wrath is justified and glorious.” His hands reached up to cover hers on the reins. The warmth slowed the wild beating of her heart just a fraction. “But we will ask that you do not forget us.”

Y/N’s poor heart leapt into her throat and she hurried to move her grip, pulling Oberyn’s hands up to her mouth to press a kiss against his knuckles. “The gods themselves could not take you from my mind or heart, my prince. I will see you again when this is over, when the Lions are dead and the Realm can have peace.”

Oberyn untangled his hands from hers only to grasp the back of her head to kiss her, artfully stealing the air from her lungs with ease as his mouth moved against hers in slow, unyielding ministrations. As he pulled back, he pressed another kiss to her forehead, breathing in the scent of her hair for a moment before releasing her. His fingers trailed down her arms to tighten the lacings of her vambrace. “Then I shall see you again, my moonlight.”

Ellaria was quiet but kissed her soundly. “Come back,” was all she said.

“I will,” Y/N whispered in return.

And then they were off. Y/N looked back at the gates of Sunspear after every new turn on the road, watching it grow smaller and smaller. The Northmen offered no words but did give sympathetic smiles after they caught her sad expression.

But then there was a thundering of hooves against the sand-covered road and Obara was at her side in a moment, dressed for battle and saddlebags packed. “You will not fight alone, Little Fish.”

And then Arya, on a horse that was definitely not hers, was galloping to her side, too. “I’m coming, too!”

Y/N knew she should tell them no. Send them back to Sunspear and Oberyn and Robb and Safety. But one look at their determined faces left her sighing. “Your father and brother are going to kill me, you know.”

“Don’t worry, Princess,” Obara said with a smirk. “I’ll protect you.”

A/N: Please let me know what you guys think! I really appreciate it. :)

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baldurs-servant · 7 years

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When the Mutou Family plans to have a themed Halloween but no one reads their emails.

Sugoroku: *as Obi Wan Kenobi* this will be fun! I haven't dressed up in a long time

Leysa: *as Mabel Pines* hey g--... oh...

Yugi: *dressed as Luke Skywalker* Leysa, I thought we agreed we'd go as the most iconic twins of all time!!

Leysa: and it's not Dipper and Mabel!?

Atem: *as Captain America* guys!? I thought I told you we'd go as the avengers!

Aayla: *as Wonder Woman* so am I wearing the right costume or nah!

Atem: WRONG WRONG WRONG!!

Ayame: *as Queen Serenity* oh this is horrible!! Your father will be so disappointed!! He told me he worked so hard on his constume...

Takashi: *in a Unicorn onesie* sup guys!!

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jknerd · 3 years

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FOP AU: Royal Family of Fairy World

Name: Oberon Angelo Finbar

Age: Immortal

Occupation(s): King of Fairy World

Aliases: King Oberon, His Majesty, My King, Your Excellency

Friend(s): Blue Fairy, Albar Magnus (sometimes)

Interest(s): Attending holiday events, keep in check for the anniversary of his and Titania’s marriage, listening to whatever his wife told him to

Relative(s): Titania (wife), Aubrey (son), Tatiana (daughter)

Character

Oberon Angelo Finbar, known as King Oberon, is a ruler of Fairy World who is also husband of Queen Titania, father of Prince Aubrey and Princess Tatiana. Despite being known as ruler, it is stated that his status is more of a figurehead as only Blue Fairy is the one in charge of the Fairy World’s politics, economics and other affairs. With his wife and children, he is often seen presenting at many events taking place to celebrate.

Background

King Oberon was born from Royal Finbar family in Fairy World. Witnessing such entitlement and cruelty from his family who enslaved Pixies and other “lesser” magical beings, Oberon has grown tired of their behaviors as the Fairies have more enemies than allies. When the war of Fairies and Anti-Fairies took place in the Dark Ages, Oberon’s parents were killed in the battlefield as he was crowned king of Fairy World. Marrying Fairy Queen Titania of Olympian descent, they have managed to form a peaceful agreement with other magical beings to prevent further tragedies taking place on Earth.

When the Blue Fairy has taken the position as Prime Minister, the Fairies love her more than the Royals to the point of transforming her into a de-factor leader. However, being a king, Oberon failed to become a good father as his son turned out to be a spoiled brat as daughter hasn’t been grown for centuries. Noticing few god-children are growing, he is contemplating of forming new regulations for Da Rules.

Name: Titania Ouranos Finbar

Age: Immortal

Occupation(s): Queen of Fairy World

Aliases: Queen Titania, Her Majesty, My Queen, Your Grace

Friend(s): Blue Fairy, Amitola, Eleanor

Interest(s): Politics, attending holiday events, tea party

Relative(s): Oberon (husband), Aubrey (son), Tatiana (daughter)

Character

Titania Ouranos Finbar, known as Queen Titania, is the queen of Fairy World, wife of Oberon, mother of Prince Aubrey and Princess Tatiana. Although she is a royalty, it is stated that her and her husband’s status as rulers are more of a figurehead. However, she engages in political affairs with Blue Fairy more than her husband. Unlike her husband, she is more rational in raising her children and tends to be stern when her son Aubrey threw tantrums for not getting anything he wants while she struggles in spending time with Tatiana.

Background

Queen Titania was born as daughter of Royal Ouranos Nymph queen, suspected to be Zeus’s illegitimate daughter for her mother was one of victims from being harassed by Greek God of Sky and Thunder. She couldn’t stand Oberon’s parents as they reminded her of entitled Greek gods but she agreed to marry Oberon for two purposes; restore the peace among magical races, expand its existence more than Greek Gods to weaken their power. However, she has grown to love her husband and have two children.

Although Blue Fairy has become a prime minister of Fairy World, Titania has decided to get involved in political affair, helping the blue fairy godmother forming regulations in Da Rules. She refuse to interact with whoever related to Olympian gods, but she seems tolerant of Heron and Zenaide who has recently became a fairies. Whenever her son Aubrey threw tantrum she is seen pulling him by his ear walking away from the crowd to scold him. Currently, she needs someone who can help with Tatiana’s development.

Name: Aubrey Halo Finbar

Age: Immortal (600+)

Occupation(s): Prince of Fairy World

Aliases: Prince Aubrey, Royal Brat, Aubie

Friend(s): Heron, Zenaide, Timmy

Interest(s): Getting anything he wants, parties, being in charge

Relative(s): Oberon (father), Titania (mother), Tatiana (little sister)

Character

Aubrey Halo Finbar, known as Crown Prince Aubrey, is a prince of Fairy World, firstborn of King Oberon and Queen Titania, and older brother of Princess Tatiana. With his parents busy and unintentionally spoiled them, Prince Aubrey is known to be the brattiest fairy with nasty tantrum if he doesn’t get what he wants. Yet at the same time, he does have some degrees of regal or elegant demeanors due to strict educations from his mother. Currently, he is coming in terms that being a prince doesn’t mean he would get everything.

Background

Born as firstborn and son of King and Queen of Fairy World, he was expected to be the heir to throne of Fairy World. While his parents were busy and had little time to spend with him, the servants and others gave him whatever he wanted as he grew as selfish brat. He has quite amount of magical pets in his palace; 3 Unicorns, 4 Hobo-goblins, 2 Chimeras, 5 Griffins, and 6 jackalopes. In many occasions, his spoiled and entitled demeanors brought troubles to the point of bringing near conflict with other magical races.

At one event of his birthday where all the god-children and their fairies were invited, he complained that none of their gifts matched to his taste. Unable to tolerate his rude and ungrateful behavior, Timmy was in her icky mode as she harshly blamed his parents for his bratty behavior while spanking him as strict parent figure, giving him a strong wakeup call. As this becomes the turning point of change, it was still obvious that Timmy doesn’t want to deal with him much as she seemed hesitant with the Royal couple asked her to keep him company.

Name: Tatiana Hermia Finbar

Age: Immortal (500+)

Occupation(s): Princess of Fairy World

Aliases: Tatie

Friend(s): Poof, Twilight, Lil’ Summer Maiden

Interest(s): Playing with other fairy children, stuffed animals, napping

Relative(s): Oberon (father), Titania (mother), Aubrey (big brother)

Character

Tatiana Hermia Finbar, known as Princess Tatiana, is the youngest child, a daughter of King Oberon and Queen Titania, Prince Aubrey’s little sister, and the princess of Fairy World. Has been a toddler for 500 years, it is suspected that she might suffer from intelligence disorder as she lacked a proper care or educations mandatory for fairy toddlers as her parents were busy as Aubrey had been pampering her.

Background

Born as second-born, the daughter of King Oberon and Queen Titania, little Tatiana received love and attention from her people. She was pampered by her older brother as well. However, as centuries passed, she did not grow due to lack of proper care and education to be a fairy. Has no wings, she doesn’t know how to fly also.

Currently, all she can do was babbling couple of words such as “mama”, “papa”, “Aubie”, and few other words if she wants something. Due to the slow development, it is implied she might suffer from intelligence disorder. Her parents are now looking for a perfect babysitter who can educate their daughter into normal fairy.

#Fairly Oddparents #FOP #FOP fanarts #FOP OCs #Royal Fairies #King Oberon #Queen Titania #Prince Aubrey #Princess Tatiana

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little-red-rabbit · 3 years

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👻👢👞

👻 - favourite creature type?

Oh this one is a bit hard for me to answer because I have never really given much stock into tribal. That being said one of my commander deck is Shalai voice of plenty angel tribal. I kind of ended up with it by accident as I built it for my mom originally, but she dose not play enough to need two decks and like her Omnath deck better. If I had to chose Unicorns and Cats as I'm basic soft boy like that.

👢 - favourite Planeswalker(s)?

Angrath something about a massive angry pirate minotaur entire motivation being to go home and see his kids again just hits me in the feels. I also recall during the LLR nickname stream Camron made a joke about Angrath being pulled into the War of the spark holding a cake and half way threw happy birthday.

👞 - favourite planesbound character(s)?

Honestly I just love the boss as bitch energy of Teysa Karlov the woman needs a cane to walk and participated in running the dragons maze. I even used to run a Teysa Karlov deck but it was more life gain then aristocrats so it became my Papa Karlov deck and Teysa found a good home in Nethroi.

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dilebe06 · 4 years

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... 2021

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Full House

Goong

Great Inheritance

Hong Gil Dong

Hwang Jin Yi

My Name is Kim Sam Soon

Oh Dal Ja’s Spring

Que Sera sera

Queen in Hyun’s man

Soulmate

Still marry me

Shining Inheritance

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Secret Garden

The Legend

The Devil

The Greatest Love

Take Care of the Young Lady

That Fool

You Are beautiful

Witch Amusement

What’s up fox?

Strong Woman Do Bong Soon

Designated Survivor: 60 Days

Vagabond

Argon

Flower Boy Ramen Shop

My Country: The New Age

City Hunter

One More Time

My Runway

Romance is a Bonus Book

What’s Wrong With Secretary Kim

Descendants Of The Sun

Splash Splash Love

Live

Memories of the Alhambra

Mr Sunshine

Abyss

Beethoven Virus

Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok Joo

Boys Over Flower

Chief Of Staff

Tell Me What you Saw

Sassy Go Go

Man To Man

Hwarang

Circle

Hospital Playlist

Wednesday 3:30 pm

Hot Stove League

Flower Crew Joseon Marriage Agency

After School Bokbulbok

I’m not a robot

Queen of the ring

Stranger 1

Stranger 2

Privated Lives

Thumping Spike 1

Itaewon Class

The Royal Gambler

Cinderella and the 4 knights

Mr. Queen

Woman of 9.9 billions

18 Again

109 Strange Things

The Uncanny Counter

My Secret Romance

Black

Go Ho the Starry Night

365: Repeat the Year

Clean With Passion For Now

Aftermath

Doom At Your Service

Chicago Typewriter

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Hanakimi

Atashinchi No Danchi

Asuko March!

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Gokusen

Good Luck

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Kizarazu Cat’s eye

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Proposial Daiasuke

Saru Lock

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Yamato nadeshiko

Yukan club

This party is over

Yankee to Megane Chan

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High&Low: the story of sword

High&Low 2° season

Sannin No Papa

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Wild Heroes

Takane and Hana

Karamazov no Kyodai

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Watashitachi Wa Douka Shiteiru

Fugitive Boys

Two Homelands

The Count of Monte Christ: Revange

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Sherlock: Untold Stories

Bitter Blood

Kisarazu Cat’s Eye

Ouroboros

Nihon Chinbotsu

Anata No Ban Desu

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...2021

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Black and White

Devil beside you

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Hot shot

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Triad Princess

Emily’s 5 Things

Lion Pride

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Drunken To Love You

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Heartbeat Love

History 4

The Victim’s Game

Meet Me @ 1006

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Meteor Garden

Well Intended Love

Ever Night

Empress Of The Palace

Well Intended Love 2

Dragon Day, You Are Dead

Crocodile And The Plover Bird

The Lost Tomb

My Unicorn Girl

The Brightest Star in the Sky

Memory Lost

Fake Princess

My Roommate Is a Detective

Die Now

Hello Mr. Gu

Word Of Honor

The Mystic Nine

Sweet Combat

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Eagles And Youngster

Go Go Squid

Time Flies And You Are Here

Fall in Love With Him

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2021

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reginaldqueribundus · 5 years

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What's on TV this week: 'Mythic Quest: Raven’s Banquet'

This week there's a Democratic debate on Friday, but we may have to wait that long to find out the results of the Iowa Caucuses. Other made-for-TV events include Apple and Ubisoft's premiere of a new show for TV+. Mythic Quest: Raven's Banquet is a comedy about a team of videogame developers working on a popular game, and all nine episodes will be released at once on Friday. Otherwise, Brooklyn Nine-nine is back on NBC, Netflix is premiering a new comic book adaptation called Locke & Key, and there's a Dark Crystal video game. Look after the break to check out each day's highlights, including trailers and let us know what you think (or what we missed).

Blu-ray & Games

Doctor Sleep (4K)

Boyz N The Hood (4K)

Crooklyn

Clockers

Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt: The Complete Series

Last Christmas

Zombie Army 4: Dead War (PS4, PC, Xbox One)

Monster Energy Supercross – The Official Videogame 3 (PS4, Xbox One)

The Sims 4: Tiny Living DLC (Xbox One, PS4, PC)

The Dark Crystal: Age of Resistance Tactics (Xbox One, PS4, PC, Switch)

The Turing Test (Switch)

Tuesday

Tom Papa: You're Doing Great, Netflix, 3 AM

The Flash (winter premiere), CW, 8 PM

Finding Your Roots, PBS, 8 PM

NCIS, CBS, 8 PM

FBI, CBS, 9 PM

State of the Union 2020, ABC/Fox/CBS/CNN, 9 PM

Inside the NFL (season finale), Showtime, 9 PM

This is Us, NBC, 9 PM

Black-ish, ABC, 9:30 PM

Shakira in Concert: El Dorado World Tour, 10 PM

Guardians of the Glades, Discovery, 10 PM

Miracle Workers TBS, 10:30 PM

Wednesday

The Pharmacist, Netflix, 3 AM

They've Gotta Have Us (S1), Netflix, 3 AM

Wisting, Sundance Now, 3 AM

All Elite Wrestling, TNT, 8 PM

WWE NXT, USA, 8 PM

Chicago Med, NBC, 8 PM

Riverdale, CW, 8 PM

Catfish, MTV, 8 PM

The Masked Singer, Fox, 8 PM

Lego Masters (series premiere), Fox, 9 PM

Criminal Minds, CBS, 9 PM

Nancy Drew, CW, 9 PM

Sistas, BET, 9 PM

Party of Five, Freeform, 9 PM

Vikings (winter finale), History, 10 PM

The Magicians, Syfy, 10 PM

Criminal Minds, CBS, 10 PM

Stumptown, ABC, 10 PM

Good Trouble, Freeform, 10 PM

Awkwafina is Nora from Queens, Comedy Central, 10:30 PM

Thursday

Cagaster of an Insect Cage, Netflix, 3 AM

Booktube: Bryan Stevenson, YouTube, 3 AM

Star Trek: Picard, CBS All Access, 3 AM

Tell Me A Story (season finale), CBS All Access, 3 AM

Grown-ish, Freeform, 8 PM

Instapsycho, Lifetime Movies, 8 PM

Brooklyn Nine-Nine (Season premiere), NBC, 8 PM

Katy Keene (series premiere), CW, 8 PM

Young Sheldon, CBS, 8 PM

Everything's Gonna Be Okay, Freeform, 8:30 PM

The Unicorn, CBS, 8:30 PM

Outmatched, Fox, 8:30 PM

30 for 30: Vick - Part 2 of 2, ESPN, 9 PM

Legacies, CW, 9 PM

Deputy, Fox, 9 PM

Mom, CBS, 9 PM

The Bold Type, Freeform, 9 PM

Grey's Anatomy, ABC, 9 PM

The Sinner (season premiere), USA, 9 PM

Carol's Second Act, CBS, 9:30 PM

Indebted (series premiere), NBC, 9:30 PM

Briarpatch (series premiere), USA, 10 PM

Law & Order: SVU, NBC, 10 PM

A Million Little Things, ABC, 10 PM

Friday

Mythic Quest: Raven's Banquet (S1), Apple TV+, 3 AM

Locke & Key (S1), Netflix, 3 AM

My Holo Love (S1), Netflix, 3 AM

All or Nothing: Philadephia Eagles (season premiere), Amazon Prime, 3 AM

Diary of a Future President, Disney+, 3 AM

Honey Boy, Amazon Prime, 3 AM

Timmy Failure: Mistakes Were Made, Disney+, 3 AM

Horse Girl, Netflix, 3 AM

Vice Investigates, Hulu, 3 AM

Dreamworks Dragons: Rescue Riders (S2), Netflix, 3 AM

Clifford the Big Red Dog, Amazon Prime, 3 AM

Into the Dark, Hulu, 3 AM

Harley Quinn , DC Universe, 9 AM

WWE Smackdown, Fox, 8 PM

Charmed, CW, 8 PM

The Democratic Debate, ABC, 8 PM

Lincoln Rhyme: Hunt for the Bone Collector, NBC, 8 PM

Macgyver (Season premiere), CBS, 8 PM, CBS, 8 PM

Hawaii Five-0, CBS, 9 PM

Dynasty, CW, 9 PM

Bill Burr presents: The Ringers, Comedy Central, 11 PM

Mo'nique & Friends, Showtime, 10 PM

High Maintenance (Season premiere), HBO, 11 PM

ELeague: FIFA 2020 Global Series, TBS, 12 AM

Saturday

Crash Landing On You, Netflix, 3 AM

The Coldest Game, Netflix, 3 AM

Lakers/Warrriors, ABC, 8 PM

Inside Wilder vs. Fury II, Fox, 11 PM

Saturday Night Live: Rupaul / Justin Bieber, NBC, 11:30 PM

Sunday

The 92nd Annual Academy Awards, ABC, 8 PM

A Very British Romance with Lucy Worsley, PBS, 8 PM

The Circus, Showtime, 8 PM

Doctor Who, BBC America, 8 PM

Power (series finale), Starz, 8 PM

Our Cartoon President, Showtime, 8:30 PM

Homeland (season premiere), Showtime, 8 PM

The Outsider, HBO, 9 PM

Sanditon, PBS, 9 PM

Wrong Man (season premiere), Starz, 9:45 PM

Avenue 5, HBO, 10 PM

Kidding (season premiere), Showtime, 10 PM

Curb Your Enthusiasm, HBO, 10:30 PM

All times listed are ET.

- Repost from: engadget Post

#ITlive #engadget #What's on TV this week: 'Mythic Quest: Raven’s Banquet'

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Dreaming Out Loud

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Chapter 96: There's a Land That I Heard Of

As King of the Southern Isles, the first born son, Arawn, had long sought to expand his Kingdom by any means necessary. Already the Southern Isles had conquered much of the land in the vast ocean basin where their Kingdom stood majestically. His brothers had done their part to marry into other Kingdoms where they could. The youngest, Hans, had aspirations of infiltrating the mysterious Kingdom of Arendelle and had set off very recently to do so. But he had urged caution there, as the Kingdom was so shrouded in mystery and closed off from the rest of the world that it made it a risky venture. He hoped his little brother was successful and awaited word from him.

The Northern Kingdom had long been a conquest on his radar since he had succeeded his father almost twenty-five years ago. In fact, he would have dethroned King Eli long ago and had Ravenna rule it once he assimilated it with the rest of his growing Empire. But one thing had long held him back and that was the fact that King Eli had a child with the Goddess Persephone. And that child had her protection, as well as that of Hades and many other powerful Gods. It irked him to no end that some child had kept him from acquiring the jewel that was the Northern Kingdom.

Arawn had always viewed magic and sorcery as a dangerous disease that infected the lands. If he could, he would have destroyed it all. Which of course would make his conquests of the lands much easier. A few years ago, he had even found an ally that shared his distaste for sorcery. He had been forced to flee his home country for trying to cleanse his city of sorcery by eliminating such unsavory people. He was thought to have fallen to his death in a fight against those that had corrupted his home, but he managed to escape a fiery death and survive. After that, he fled to the Southern Isles where he knew sorcery and magic was expressly outlawed. Arawn couldn't really enforce such completely, but he did make examples of practitioners of witchcraft where he could.

Claude Frollo appreciated these efforts greatly and had appealed to the King's sense for justice when he suggested that he could become a very useful adviser. The King agreed and made Frollo his Royal Vizier. Frollo's connections to many other heads of churches and state in other Kingdoms proved quite valuable. He wasn't sure how Frollo managed to get information so fast, but it was the reason that he held the position that he did.

"Sire...I am afraid I have some devastating news from the Northern Kingdom," Frollo mentioned, as he entered the King's Throne room.

"Ravenna's Kingdom?" Arawn asked. Frollo nodded.

"I am afraid your sister is dead…" he reported.

"What?!" Arawn exclaimed.

"Word has just come in. She was murdered, Your Majesty…" he continued.

"By who? Who has murdered my sister?!" he roared.

"King Eli denies it possible, but the Duke is positive that it was King Eli's daughter...Snow White," Frollo added.

"Daughter of Persephone…" the King growled.

"Yes...spawn of the Underworld," he agreed.

"And where is Snow White now?" he questioned.

"The Duke ordered her arrest...but the King maintains her innocence and has seen to it that his demon child has escaped," Frollo reported.

"Not for long…" the King growled, as he rose from his Throne.

"Ready my Galleon...we are leaving for the Northern Kingdom at once," he ordered.

~*~

Snow sniffed, as her father hurried her into the garden and she saw Stardust waiting for her. She felt him hug her fiercely and then help her shoulder the satchel he had Margaret pack for her. But there was one more thing he had in his hand and Snow was curious, as the peculiar corked vial was attached to a lanyard and he put it around her neck.

"Listen to me very carefully, Snow," he said, as he showed her the vial.

"This is dark fairy dust. You must be very careful with it and use it on someone that is trying to cause you harm," he instructed.

"Where did you get dark fairy dust?" She asked curiously.

"That's not important right now. What is important is that you leave this place. Go far and hide when you can. Your mother and Hades will find you," he promised.

"What about you?" Snow asked in concern. He smiled and kissed her forehead.

"I'll find you when I can, snowdrop," he promised, though realistically, he knew the chances of him ever seeing her again were slim. He knew what was coming. He knew Ravenna's brothers would soon invade this Kingdom and he knew they would arrest him when he refused to give Snow up. He knew there was likely prison, torture, and even execution ahead for him, but he didn't care. As long as Snow got away and she was safe, that was all that mattered to him. He was ready to give his life to make sure she had one. All his bitterness and anger would now be channeled into protecting his greatest pride and joy.

Tears fell down Snow's cheeks again.

"I don't want to leave you here, Daddy," she sniffed. He hugged her gently.

"I know...none of this is fair, sweet pea," he agreed.

"Then you still believe me?" She asked. He smiled at her.

"Of course I do...I know you didn't do this, Snow and I'm going to find out who did. But I need to know you are safe. Go…" he urged.

"Hide until your mother and Hades find you," he added, as they heard footsteps. Eli quickly lifted her onto the Unicorn and put a hand on the animal's mane.

"Take her away from here...protect her…" he urged. And with that, he watched the majestic beast carry the most precious thing to him in the world away into the vast woods.

"Please protect her…" he pleaded to the Gods, as many members of his court hurried into the gardens, but only found the King there and the Princess was no where in sight.

~*~

Being the powerful Goddess that she was, there were only a few times in her life that she had known true fear. But any of those moments were suddenly paling in comparison to this moment right now. While Snow was almost eighteen now, Persephone still checked on her all the time, especially at night. It wasn't uncommon for her to use her husband's crystal viewing globe in their chambers to check on her. She smiled, seeing that her daughter was sleeping peacefully. But there was sudden alarm, as she saw Deimos poof himself into her daughter's room. She cried out in fright, as she also saw that he was carrying the body of a dead Queen Ravenna.

"HADES!" she cried out and wasn't surprised when her husband rushed into their chambers.

"What's going on?" he asked in alarm.

"Deimos…" she uttered, as she could only watch in horror, as he staged a crime scene and spattered the Queen's blood on her daughter's nightgown.

"By the Gods…" Hades uttered, as he watched his evil nephew frame their daughter for murder.

"Why...why is this happening?!" Persephone cried.

"He's going to start a war…" Hades realized, as his jaw clenched.

"Deimos is evil...but he never acts without orders," Persephone responded.

"No...which is why I'm almost certain that Zeus is behind this," he growled.

"Because of us…" Persephone realized.

"He's going to cause an all our war among the Kingdoms. Thousands will die, ensuring that we will be very busy down here," Hades surmised, as they watched Snow awaken and let out a blood curdling scream.

"No…" Persephone cried for her daughter, as she was forced to watch her be traumatized. Eli rushed in at that point and they watched the Duke call for her execution, while Eli defended their baby. By the time he had Stardust escaping the Kingdom with Snow on his back, Persephone and Hades were broken and shell shocked. The mortal danger to their beloved daughter was imminent and they had to find her, before it was too late. They knew Eli was counting on them to do so and when the Southern Isles invaded, they knew he would be arrested.

"We have to go...we have to find Snow!" Persephone cried. Hades whistled and the loyal Cerberus came at his call. They got onto his back and the loyal giant dog carried them to the surface world.

~*~

A Few Days Later

The last few days had been very rough for Snow. She knew her mother and Papa Hades were probably scouring the Kingdoms for her, but she had been so afraid of being found by the wrong people, that she had been too afraid to emerge from the hovel she had managed to make out of a hollow tree. She had gone hungry on the first night and gotten sick on the second night after eating some berries that didn't agree with her. Honestly, she was positive that it was her Demi-Goddess blood that was probably the only reason that the berries didn't kill her. By the third day, she had gotten lucky and trapped a rabbit. Papa Hades had been wise to teach her to make traps.

She remembered those lessons as a child behind their summer cottage. She hated them, for she insisted that she would never betray the little creatures she loved so much and use them for food. Snow never thought she'd be that hungry. But she was wrong. She had trapped a rabbit and remembered her lessons. She cried the entire time she killed, skinned, cooked, and ate the animal. But it stopped the pain in her stomach and gave her some much needed energy. And today, she knew she had stayed in this hovel too long. It was time to move on and hopefully find her mother or grandmother.

She knew there were many complications in finding her now. It had not taken her long to realize that Ravenna's death had brought war to her Kingdom. The forest was literally littered with wanted posters, depicting her likeness and she had seen droves of soldiers marching along the forest pathways. She had to be extremely careful, but it was time to move on. She was desperate to find her mother and eager with news about her father. She was worried about him now that King Arawn was rumored to be arriving soon.

She had met her step-mother's eldest brother only once and she barely remembered, for she was very young. He had come for her father's wedding to Ravenna when she was barely two. She shouldn't even have had a memory from that early, but she did, because she remembered how frightening and imposing this King was.

He was a very large man, nearly seven-feet tall, with shoulders probably wider than she was tall. She remembered his glare upon her, clearly disapproving of her existence. She remembered burying her face in her father's leg and whimpering. At that point, she had been quickly whisked away by her mother, who had her own intimidating look for the King. That was the end of the vague and fuzzy memory, but she remembered him, because he was very scary. And now, he had ordered all the Kingdoms to find her alive, so he could bring her to be executed for a crime she had been framed for.

At this point, she was certain that the Underworld was quite possibly the only safe place for her and was certain that Papa Hades would want to take her there. She didn't mind that. The Underworld wasn't a place of fire and brimstone like most thought. That part did exist, but the Underworld was so much more than that. Papa Hades told her that she often brought hope to the souls with unfinished business and her mere presence brought peace. She hoped that was true and if she could do something good for others, she was always willing. They didn't bring her there often though, as they both agreed that there was no future in the Underworld. It was stagnant and time did not move. Thus, it wasn't what they wanted for her. Mama and Papa Hades insisted that she had some greater destiny that she must find in the living world. But Snow wasn't so sure about that now. What kind of future could a now bandit like her have?

Those were questions in her mind, as she managed to clean up somewhat in a nearby creek, before mounting Stardust and moving on. She didn't know what grand destiny she could possibly have now when she was doubting she'd even live to see her twenties. Unfortunately, she was unaware that she was being followed...

~*~

Cora watched Zelena storm around the palace courtyard, frightening and scaring the staff with her magic amid a tantrum. She didn't even remember what had upset her spoiled daughter this time, but it didn't matter. Zelena commanded fear and obedience from her subjects.

"You're all worthless...I should turn you all into flying monkeys!" she shouted.

"Well...congratulations dearie. She's every bit the monster you hoped for," Rumple commented. Cora smirked.

"Thank you Rumple...I just wish the same could be said for Regina. She will not be a strong Queen like Zelena," she commented.

"If you say so," Rumple replied, as he watched her terrorize the servants. She was too unpredictable to cast his curse. He had a certain design that he needed for his curse and wanted to retain a modicum of power, even if he wouldn't have all his memories. He needed evil, which Zelena obviously was. But she was also psychotic and possessed an unhealthy amount of envy when she perceived others that might have more than she did. It did not bode well at all and he needed to devise a way to neutralize this particular monster and focus on molding a new candidate. But it would not be easy to cultivate exactly what he needed. He had ten years until the Savior would be born if his visions were accurate and that was not much time at all. There was Regina though and loss could mold her into exactly what he needed. He could make evil out of that and use her to get rid of Zelena at the same time. He just needed to plant the right seeds.

"If you want to toughen Regina up...you'll need to get rid of the stable boy," he suggested.

"Yes, I know...he's truly a hindrance," she agreed.

"Zelena is loathed and Regina is loved. Does she know about her sister's romance?" he questioned.

"No," Cora responded.

"Perhaps it is time she finds out," he said.

"Hmm...Zelena. I need you to go to the stables and summon Regina for me," Cora stated. Zelena huffed.

"Why can't you send her man-servant to do that?" the redhead snapped.

"Because I asked you to do it, dear," Cora responded in a cool tone. Her daughter stormed off in a huff and Rumple smirked. If everything went as planned, Zelena would ruin Regina's happiness and then the younger sister would rid him of the older one. Yes...with the right seeds planted in her, Regina would be the perfect one to cast his curse.

~*~

King Arawn stormed into Eli's palace that afternoon, while Eli sat calmly in his Throne with a stoic expression. He knew what was coming, but he refused to show fear to this man. Snow had escaped and that was all that mattered, no matter what happened to him.

"Where is the little retch?" the King demanded to know.

"I'm not sure who you mean. There are no retches here, Your Majesty," Eli said in a patronizing tone.

"You know who I mean," he growled.

"That little demon you call a daughter killed my sister," he hissed.

"My Snow isn't capable of killing anyone," Eli refuted.

"The evidence suggests otherwise, Your Majesty," Frollo interjected.

"The evidence has been staged to frame my daughter. By whom and to what end, I do not know. But my sweet, precious Snow isn't capable of something like this," he refuted.

"Says the loving, doting father who has seen to her escape," Arawn countered.

"I will ask you once more nicely, Eli. Where is she?" he demanded to know.

"Even if I knew...I'd never tell you," Eli responded. Arawn smirked.

"We shall see. Arrest him," Arawn ordered to his guards. Eli was promptly shackled and led to his own dungeon, while Arawn took his Throne.

"Find Snow White...I want her alive," Arawn ordered.

"We will find her, Sire and we will deal with her in the only way that you can with witches and gypsies. We shall burn her at the stake," Frollo promised.

~*~

David woke up that morning and packed up for his last leg of his journey home. He fed Wilby and ate himself, after washing up in the nearby creek.

"Well...if we start out now, we should be home by supper," he said to his dog that nuzzled his hand. He remembered how excited he had been when he was eleven and Wilby was presented to him for his birthday from his mothers. And they had been inseparable since. Wilby's attention was caught though, as a twig snapped and he went running off after the noise.

"Hey Wilby…" he called, but the dog kept going. He sighed.

"Wilby!" he called again, as he hurried after him.

~*~

Snow sobbed and tried to scream, but the man's hand was over her mouth.

"Scream if you want to, Princess...but no one is going to help you. There's too much money on your head," the frightening man hissed.

"I'm the Woodcutter...and I'm very good at collecting bounties and this one is probably going to be my biggest yet. King Arawn is going to set me for life," he said, as she shoved the young girl into his prison carriage.

"Please...I didn't do it. I didn't kill my step-mother!" Snow cried.

"I don't care," he responded coldly.

"If you know who I am...then you know who my mother and step-father are," she pleaded.

"Yes...and word has it that Zeus is backing King Arawn in this and the war you've started. It would seem that Uncle Zeus is no fan of yours, so I'll take my chances," the Woodcutter responded, stunning Snow. She knew Zeus had never liked that her mother and step-father brought her with them to Olympus from time to time. She also knew how much he hated Papa Hades. She had overheard him and her mother talking about it before. If her mother was correct, Zeus did not like it at all that her mother had restarted Papa Hades heart with true love's kiss, thus allowing him to leave the Underworld from time to time when his duties allowed. But she didn't know why he would choose to back a war against her father's Kingdom and want to see her put to death, unless it was the jealousy he had for Papa Hades that she had heard her mother speak of.

"We'll be moving out now and should be back at the palace by dusk, just in time for them to burn you at the stake," he announced and fear settled in her. She had hoped Stardust would get away to find her mother, but this man had been ready for her Unicorn and knocked it out with a sleeping powder. And now, she was certain she would never see another sunrise. She was ready to give up and another tear made its way down her cheek. But barking roused her and she peered through the bars, only to see a dog barking insistently at her captor.

"Get out of here, mutt," he growled, as he doused his fire and prepared to move out. But it was then that Snow saw a young man hurrying after the dog and felt a spark of hope ignite somewhere deep inside her. She didn't know why, for there was no guarantee that this man would help her. But something inside her told her that he would.

"Help!" she called in desperation.

"Get out of here, mutt," he growled, as he doused the fire and prepared to move out, just as a young man came running after said mutt.

"Wilby!" David scolded, as he saw the man and the prison carriage, causing a cold chill to go down his spine.

"Help!" he heard from inside the carriage. David looked at the man in alarm.

"This ain't any of your business, boy," he snapped, trying to intimidate the young man.

"Who do you have in there?" David demanded to know.

"A wanted murderer," he answered, as he showed the wanted flier to him, which read: Snow White. Wanted for Murder, Treason, and Crimes Against the Crown. Snow's heart sank at that, but she didn't give up.

"I didn't do it!" she insisted.

"She says she didn't do it," David parroted to the man, who scoffed.

"She's worth more gold than you can imagine, boy. I don't care if she did it or not," the Woodcutter responded, as he surprised David by hitting him with the butt of his axe and knocking him down. Wilby barked angrily and then licked David's face, as he groaned in pain and sat up. Something inside him compelled him to get up and charge the man. He punched him and wrestled the keys from his hand, as he rushed to unlock the carriage.

"Look out!" she cried, as he ducked the man's axe, as he brought it down. It hit the carriage instead and became stuck. He abandoned the weapon and tacked David to the ground again, pummeling his fists into the young man. But David had managed to unlock the carriage and Snow escaped. She began picking up rocks and pelted the Woodcutter with them. He growled and turned to her, intending to tackle her, but David scrambled to his feet. Snow backed away from him and found another large rock. She swung it, but accidentally hit David in the chin with it. She cried out, as he held his face in pain and dropped it, as the Woodcutter laughed.

"Nice of you to do my job for me, girl," he snarled, as he turned back to David, intending to kick him. She looked around and picked up a large stick, as she began hitting the Woodcutter with it.

"Woman," she corrected, as he caught the stick and tossed it away, preparing to tackle her again.

"You want to get rough, Princess...that can be arranged," he hissed, as he advanced on her and she fell back onto the ground, tripping as she tried to get away. But there was an angry neighing heard, as Stardust charged him and trampled him to death. Snow and David looked at the scene, stunned and then at each other. David got to his feet and extended his hand to her, as their eyes locked. She took his hand and let him help her to her feet. As they did this, they could only watch, as there was a peculiar spark between them. Neither of them really knew what to make of it, as they watched the spark fall to the ground and from it, a baby sapling sprouted. But they didn't have time to discuss this, as they heard voices in the distance.

"Soldiers...we can't stay here," she said.

"Mind if we hitch a ride?" he asked, referring to her Unicorn. She nodded, as she mounted the beast. David picked Wilby up and placed him in her lap, as he mounted the animal behind her. With that, they rode off before the soldiers and mercenaries in King Arawn's employ arrived.

~*~

Frollo entered the Throne Room and bowed deeply to his King, before being motioned to rise.

"Has he told us anything?" Arawn asked.

"I'm afraid not, Sire. Despite the beatings and whippings, the pain has not loosened his tongue. He will not betray a word against Princess Snow White," Frollo reported, clearly irritated by Eli's resistance.

"She is his daughter...only the life of a child can allow him to endure such pain without falter. You will not get any answers from him," Arawn stated.

"Sire...I have received disturbing news from the forest," the Duke interjected, as he rushed in.

"Our soldiers found a man dead in the woods. It has been confirmed that he is known as the Woodcutter," the man reported.

"And of what significance is this?" Frollo demanded to know.

"He is a highly skilled bounty hunter and was likely hunting Snow White. Soldiers in the area reported seeing a Unicorn and have said it appears that the Woodcutter was trampled to death," the Duke reported.

"Then Snow White has killed again, this time with her loyal beast. We must up our efforts to bring her to justice," King Arawn stated.

"And I believe I can help with that, Your Majesty," Deimos interjected, as he made his way into the Throne room.

"Who are you?" Frollo demanded.

"I am Deimos...God of Terror and loyal right hand to Zeus. If you allow it, Your Majesty, I can lead your army in its efforts to assimilate all the Kingdoms in this realm under your rule and unite them all," Deimos claimed.

"And what is it that you have to offer me as a General?" Arawn questioned. Deimos smirked and demonstrated his strength on a poor, unsuspecting guard at the King's side. He caught the man's blade with his bare hand, as he swung it and snapped it effortlessly. He then picked the poor man up and snapped his neck with barely the twitch of a muscle, before tossing him away like trash.

"That is just a small sample of what I can do for you, King Arawn...that is if you swear your allegiance to Zeus," he prompted. Arawn looked intrigued.

"Sire...this could lead us to finding the creature and power you have sought for years," Frollo whispered to him.

"You can help me topple all the Kingdoms in this realm...even Midas?" he questioned. Deimos smirked.

"When I am done...this realm will have one supreme King and it will be you. And it will have one supreme God as well and that will be Zeus," he added.

"Then you will lead my army, Deimos and help me not only topple every Kingdom in this realm, but also bring Snow White to justice for my sister's murder," Arawn agreed. Deimos smirked and the deal was struck...

#Snowing #SnowxCharming #Charming family #AU #HadesxPersephone #Greek Mythology meets fairy tales #Regina #Zelena #Rumbelle #romance #adventure #family #dreaming out loud

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