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mariniacipher · 3 years

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Gone In Sparks And Light

My gift for the @sanderssidesgiftxchange - this was written for @genderqueer-turtle. I really hope you had a merry Christmas and that you will enjoy this gift!

Summary: Looking at an artefact he's stolen from the archaeology lab, Remus finds a way to travel back in time, to a place where he might belong- to the people who could be meant for him.

WC: 3,830

Ships: Remus/Virgil/Logan, ment. Roman/Janus

Warnings: mentions of resurrecting dead animals

ao3

Remus leaned over the examining table and fiddled with his microscope to examine the shard of periwinkle glass. There had been runes carved into them, and the archaeology lab was being so possessive over it. Something about him destroying the delicate work. As if he’d ever be so careless with something so delightfully strange!

He scoffed and let his scalpel run over the glass without leaving even the hint of a mark. “No, I wouldn’t,” he muttered, looking back through the lens of the microscope. He’d stolen it after hearing about the commotion they’d all made- he just had to take a look at it!

Remus startled as he finally recognized the marks on the glass. Fiddled with the microscope’s lens. Examined the piece of glass again. Cursed.

His scalpel traced over the last rune in a sequence of antiquated letters and numbers and signs that could’ve come from his own lab, if it wasn’t for the fact that whoever had carved this had gone even farther in the convergence of spatial displacement with interplanar conjuring than he ever did. And he’d already revolutionized the field with his out of the box ideas.

His hands started shaking where they still traced over a small mark in the glass. A small mistake had been made there that set the equation off, a single line missing to turn it into the very formula he’d dedicated his life to discovering after he got his doctorate.

And now he was just one line away from finishing it, thanks to whoever it was that had carved the periwinkle glass. A laugh escaped him, hysterical and hopeful and disbelieving, shaking his body and- the noise of this scalpel scratching the glass was almost inaudible, but to Remus’ ears it sounded deafening.

He’d perfected the formula, he realized a moment later. He’d perfected it! He’d finished his life’s work at 27, all thanks to that mysterious soul, that mysterious carver of periwinkle glass whose body must’ve left a trace of DNA on this glass. Who had to be replicable and revivable. They had to be!

Remus was ready to take apart the glass and grind it into molecular pieces to enlarge and search through, looking for any trace of DNA he could give the necromancy department and bring them back to life, or get the spectral summoning folks on the case- anything!

This person, this carver-of-periwinkle-glass, they were the only one who could be his match, in a field filled with industrious dimwits and lazy, narrow-minded geniuses. And this shard of glass could lead him to a person with whom he could share his lab. A person who was actually his match, who knew what they were doing just like he did.

He leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes for a moment and murmuring the formula to himself, recognizing the inherent rhythm in it- a spell’s melody. Wrapping his arms around himself, he rocked back in his chair, almost hearing the symphony of magic meeting its capturing, of strings weeping and rejoicing.

Without noticing, he raised his left hand in the air, as if conducting the magical energy with the scalpel he still held. The tight bracelet around his wrist started to glow, indicating magic to be near him. Remus didn’t notice that though, too focused on repeating the discovery- their shared discovery! After so many years of solitary work, he’d found a worthy partner, perhaps even a potential friend. No matter that time and space had tried to separate them.

He couldn’t imagine what their life had been like, what they had lived like- if they’d been just as lonely, just as severed from the world around them- if they’d wished for a companion just as much as he did.

His wish, his desire, sent the magic innate to him outward, and the formula gave it a direction. They twisted together and converged to create a beautiful braid of light and sparks, green and dark blue and purple combining with silver thread to hold it all together. It circled in the air, being woven into a circular tapestry that flickered between aether and reality. The silver sparks reflected the light like mirrors, before showing- everything.

Worlds and universes and planes he’d never imagine before and some he had, so different and bright Remus’ breath stopped as he saw it.

But he kept repeating the formula, kept thinking of how its creator must’ve lived, and he saw how the silver mirrors showing the growing portal’s destination shifted, narrowing down their focus: First to only showing images of their plane, then to running back in time, then to finally showing him a small village from hundreds, maybe thousands of years ago. Remus could almost see himself there, could almost taste the air and feel the breeze and hear the rain that was pattering down from the sky.

And just as his yearning reached its zenith, the silver sparks started to migrate into the centre of the circular tapestry, moulding and growing it. The portal turned into a single image of the small village, each raindrop glittering silver, framed by a braid of blue, green and purple that bled together at the edges. Remus stopped for a moment to admire it, the breath stolen from his lungs.

Then he took a running start and jumped through it.

Virgil rightened the wool cape over their shoulders and fidgeted with the broad scarf they’d wrapped around their shoulders and head. They were still drenched to the bone, the rain not giving them any hint of reprieve. The wool weighed heavily, damp and disgusting against their skin. Why did the market have to be so far away? They’d left their village when dawn had still been streaking the night sky with pink and purple stripes, to find the parts that Logan claimed he needed.

Now, hours later, they were weighed down with a heavy bag filled with scrap metal, it was almost dusk and they were more than ready to let their husband hang up the woollen layers they were wearing and detangle their hair to braid it out of their face with warm, calloused hands afterwards. Their tired muscles ached for Logan’s familiar touch, to kiss and hold-

Why was Roman outside?

The rain and the darkness would usually drive him inside, to work on his costumes or his lines, and besides that Roman had been glued to Janus’ side ever since they confessed. And the snake was nothing if not consistent in their distaste for anything that went against their hedonistic desires. Virgil would know, they loved to watch them pout as they were dragged out of their comfort zone by Roman, pretending not to enjoy it, just like Roman pretended to dislike it when Janus forced him to take a break. If it didn’t devolve into them making out half the time, they would’ve even called the couple cute.

But Roman seemed to be alone out here, and in what had to be a new costume- it was a stark white robe that shone against the drab houses the storm had turned their village into. It went down to their shins, with a similar white shirt underneath, and Virgil cursed under his breath. Light fabric was expensive, and if his friend had gotten in over his head for his creative vision again-

“Hey, whatcha watchin’ for, hot stuff? You wanna get a piece of this?” The person- not Roman, not at all Roman- grinned, so wide it looked almost painful, shaking his hips in a way that was probably supposed to be suggestive but just let Virgil worry about his thin figure. There was a weird tension in his frame that Virgil couldn’t name.

They frowned, hauling their bag higher up their arm to cross them before their chest. “I’ve never seen you here before, are you passing through?” The white robe wasn’t protecting him from the rain at all and Virgil hoped he had friends in town to take him in.

But the man shook his head. “Yeah, you could say that…,” he paused, before perking up with sudden enthusiasm. “Would you happen to know any scientists?”

Virgil mouthed the strange word to himself before shaking their head. “No, I’ve never heard of that- what language even is that? I never… you’re not part of a cult, right?” They changed their grip around their bag again, this time to have a sharp piece of metal in arm’s reach.

“No! I just- wait, let me think how you’d call it… maybe I should have studied history a bit, before- well, too late now.” The stranger hummed to himself. “I’m looking for a person who’s researching magic! Trying to understand and tame it, all that!”

Virgil sighed. Of course, the maybe-cultist would look for someone of Logan’s profession; they ignored the curiosity the stranger had piqued within themself. “Then come along.” They led the way up their village’s main street and discarded the potential weapon in their bag. “My husband and I’s house is on the edge of town, and I don’t want you to freeze to death because the others think you’re possessed or something.”

The stranger followed him, an obvious bounce in his step. “Does that happen often? I heard about possession, but never managed to get it right! I called on so many serial killers, you wouldn’t believe- the whole ritual is so disgusting, imagine how it’d look if it actually worked!” The smile on his face was positively gleeful. “Everything I read sounds positively horrid, absolutely gruesome and-” Virgil bit back a grin at the other’s open excitement. It’d been a while since they’d let themself be so excited about the more macabre side of magic.

“Oh, you should’ve seen the reception at our wedding. I had gotten a bunch of emus and charmed them to come alive again, to carry some drinks. You should’ve seen the faces of the guests, man, it was great. And they were way better at serving the drinks than the chickens Logan wanted-” Virgil cleared their throat, suddenly growing aware of what they’d said. “Just so you know,” they added, grumbling, shoulders hitching up.

Remus’ grin didn’t soften, but they perked up, finding the other to mirror his own interest in the dirty parts of magic and science. He leaned forward as he caught up to them with an expectant smile. “I do know now,” they said, “but you didn’t mention what spell you used at all! How am I supposed to reanimate my own flock of emus? Let alone my own flock of geese!” The scientist cackled at the idea of unleashing a flock of geese onto the archaeology department. It would be glorious and he had to get back to the present to do it at least once!

Virgil snorted, imagining their own friends’ reaction if they had to cope with a pack of wild geese. “I think you’d be run out of town for that one,” they muttered, but they were unable to hide their smile, small as it might’ve been.

“Oh, like that hasn’t happened before! Do you know I’ve been banned from a different mall on each of my birthdays since I turned 13?” Remus bounced on his feet, rubbing his hands together as if he were a supervillain about to explain his devious plan, just to do something with them.

“I’m Remus,” he added, a moment later, “and I’m pretty sure you’ve no idea what a mall is.”

Virgil shook their head, but they were smiling. “Nah, but like, they can’t be that good, if they’d throw you out.”

Remus froze, turning distinctly pink. “Okay. If you say so.” It wasn’t like he didn’t know what flirting was; in the monster romance books he secretly read there was a lot of flirting! He just. Hadn’t really ever been on the receiving end of it. But… looking at the stranger and their smile, their eyes shimmering with mirth, he’d really like to learn.

Virgil cleared their throat, blushing too. The darkness thankfully did its best to hide it. “I’m Virgil,” they said and hoped they could convince Remus to stay a while. “And my husband’s name is Logan- you’ll love him, he’s great. As long as he’s not forcing me into a storm for his experiments, at least.” They chuckled, more fond than bitter.

Remus nodded eagerly at the reminder of what had brought him here. “You mind telling me about those?” He leaned forward, “I’d love to hear about it.”

Virgil laughed, “don’t tell me you’re another one of those logicians- I’ve already got enough with Logan and his attempts to anger the spirits.”

Remus sputtered. “I don’t want to anger them! Just… get to the bottom of them. Are you honestly telling me that you’re happy with just accepting the ways they work? Just like that?”

“No, I just- c’mon, we’re almost home, talk to Logan about your attempt to get struck by lightning.” But their smile belied the disinterest of Virgil’s words. Just what they needed, really, another person to anger the ones above and below.

The two of them had arrived at the top of the hill the village stood on and could look below: the cliff coast, steep and jagged, the grey sea crashing against it, with a small cottage standing at its edge. The thatched roof was dark with rain and the garden around it seemed to be filled with herbs and flowers, some of which Remus had only seen in archaeological texts.

The scientist ran forward as he spotted those, gasping as he cradled the bloom of a dark blue lily that had supposedly been used to dye clothes with its blooms and season potions with the dried leaves. Remus was almost cackling with glee as he imagined what the people at the archaeological department would say if they heard about missing out on this.

He turned around from where he’d crouched down on the ground to face Virgil, not paying attention to the house. “What’re these?”

“My mother always called them gunny’s blossoms,” came the reply from behind him, and Remus could see Virgil roll their eyes before turning around and standing up to face the other man- Virgil’s husband, most likely.

The man was short- shorter than Remus and definitely shorter than his spouse, wearing a too-big woollen coat that probably belonged to Virgil, under which Remus could spot embroidered robes. He could’ve sworn he recognized some of them from either his textbooks or the designs still so popular in churches and temples, but they were covered up by the man’s crossed arms. “And what should I call you?”

“Remus!” he introduced himself with a bow, exaggerated and clumsy, but he carried it with confidence. “I cannot say how happy I am to meet you- is it right that you are working with making magic make sense? Your spouse mentioned, but- I’ve got to be sure.”

Logan looked over at Virgil, face creased with confusion. His spouse merely shrugged. “I am working on capturing the powers that be into clear, replicable form, yes. Are you in the field as well?”

Remus laughed at the question. “In the field, yes- pioneered a good deal, back in-'' he looked around himself as if fearing to be struck by lightning when speaking his breaking of the laws of time and space aloud. “Can I come in? I’d love to talk to you- you both.” He rocked back and forth on his heels; this was the furthest he’d come in making new frien- acquaintances, right now, he reminded himself, even though it hurt- and he was weirdly jittery. Nerves firing and pores excreting sweat. He would’ve been delighted at the grossness had it been any other time.

But Logan nodded, his curiosity seeming piqued as he exchanged a look with his spouse. There was a new light in his eyes and even though this was the first time Remus saw it, he wanted to keep it there for as long as possible. Judging by the softness that gentled Virgil’s expression, he wasn’t the only one.

“Of course,” Logan finally said, turning back to the door. “You’re free to pick some gunny’s blossoms if you’d like. We have more than enough.”

Remus made a high-pitched noise at the back of his throat, grabbing a handful of them and holding them to his nose. It coloured his face blue and Virgil snorted, not as derisive as they’d wanted to.

“It tingles!” Remus rubbed at the pollen and colour on his face.

“Yeah, that’ll be the rash you’re about to get,” Virgil smiled, as though they weren’t already reaching for one of the vials attached to their belt. “Lo, do you-”

“Yes.” Logan already stood next to them with a rag, wetting it with the tincture Virgil had brewed for their husband less than a week before. They both led Remus inside with ease and the scientist would’ve looked around himself if he hadn’t been so focused on the couple now sitting him down on a chair that had to be freed of fabric- “Virgil, you said you’d clear another chair- and what if someone sat here? The magic you embroidered into this would be completely corrupted!”

“Well, you didn’t notice until now, did you?” Virgil shook their head, “I’ll bet you didn’t eat lunch either. Besides, my magic isn’t so fragile-”

“-It is nonetheless worthy of protection!”

Virgil grumbled in reply to that, but Remus could swear there was a redness to their cheeks that couldn’t be attributed to the cold outside. They crossed the room, folding the piece of fabric as they went.

Remus tried to catch a look at what was painted onto it- were those runes pre-roman?- but Logan stepped into his line of sight, holding the same rag as before, but now it was covered with some kind of liquid. It was kind of sizzling the wool but didn’t seem to burn it.

“Do not worry, Virgil’s version is only so bubbly because it is more fitted to human skin- I’d know, I’ve got it on me at least twice a week.” Logan smiled, fond and soft and so close. Remus watched him, for the first time in his life completely stunned, as the other man gently wiped off the colour from the flowers. He didn’t even notice how his grip on those still in his hands slackened until a few hit the floor. But the wood was already so stained- from potion accidents, runic accidents and cooking gone wrong- that it didn’t make a real difference.

“You, ah-” Remus caught his breath, looking Logan straight in the eyes. They were light brown- a mundane colour, but, for the first time, it reminded Remus of amber, of acorns in the summer, of wilderness in a seemingly calm form. But only seemingly, as the house around him proved. “What’re you working on?”

Logan’s smile grew at that, his eyes shining. “Oh, it’s fascinating- I’m trying my hand at abstraction! You might’ve heard of some magicians in the cities doing it, and I’ll admit their research gave me the base idea, but, looking at their works I’d noticed how contained they all were by only using the written word-”

“-as they should,” Virgil interrupted, but it bore no heat and only caused Logan to continue, louder and decidedly looking away from his spouse.

“BUT by applying some runes and numbers to it I started to get much further ahead- I’m just trying some thought experiments now.”

Remus nodded. “Yes! Are you by any chance working on travelling spells? Because I found some, in-” he rocked back and forth in his chair, fiddling with the flowers’ stems in his hands- “some glass with inscriptions of it, and it led me here when I wished for its creator- I’m from the future, y’see, and I,” he smiled, looking around the house again. Looking at the work desk covered in glass and gems and fragile tools, the corner covered in heaps of fabrics, and thread and needles alongside paints and brushes. Looking at an easel leaning against the construction of glass and metal that looked like a telescope, the tapestries hanging from some walls with painted and embroidered runes, words and old spells. He could spy into another room that was filled with vials and kettles, a chemist’s lab from a long time ago, and he wondered if Virgil’s paints were magic in themselves.

“You?” Logan asked as Remus was captured by the house around him, curious in a gentle way. Remus melted at it, leaning into the hand still cradling his head, despite the blue from the flowers already being gone.

“I’m from the future,” he replied, and something crashed in the background as Virgil turned around quicker than light.

“You’re what?” Their eyes were wide with wonder and they stalked over to them as fast as their legs would take them.

“You have to tell us everything- you said you were working on abstracting magic too?” Logan started flapping his hands as he thought, and the obvious stim made Remus rock again, elated to find the other man was like him. “Oh, would you work alongside me? I’ve been simply stuck at trying to find a way to define a natural element and-”

“-oh, the Gregorian Dilemma? I solved that just a few weeks ago, but you, you figured out how to travel through time and space- you have to explain your process!”

“How do you- I was just about to finish my fine-tuned carving of it-”

Remus nodded- “on periwinkle glass?”

“Yes, how did you-”

“- I found it! It’s what led me here in the first place.”

Logan laughed, stunned and delighted and Remus joined him easily.

Virgil snorted fondly at the display. “But, Lo, you didn’t hear the most important thing yet- he never summoned a thing- they lost it, apparently, in the future. I have to show you how we do it, you would love it-”

“-Yes!” Logan exclaimed. “And you’d get to use-”

“- The new tapestry of luminous elation? I’d thought so too-”

“- “what, like the spirit,” Remus interrupted, and the spouses easily slid into explaining and inviting, just as Remus started explaining and accepting. The three of them didn’t even notice how the time went by until the food Logan had prepared before started boiling over, and they all hurried to the kitchen to clean up the mess and Remus ate slightly-burnt stew with them like it was normal, the three of them making space on the dinner table.

Remus put away the periwinkle glass, enlarged thanks to the cloth it’d been placed on, the formula he’d see through a microscope just hours before now easily legible. It was a magic he had never heard of before, and as he asked Virgil explained, interrupted by additions by Logan and Remus alike but always listened to.

And Remus found himself fitting right in.

#sanders side #dukexiety #analogical #intrulogical #anadukexiety

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deafeninggardenerpanda · 3 years

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The first to react was Kine.

“Hey~! Water! It’s the sound of water!”

“Where’s the sound coming from?!”

Kirby and co. surveyed the area.

“The tree’s roots!” Kine shouted. “The water's coming out of the tree’s roots!”

From the roots of the Dreamstalk, in the lake, clean water gushed out. Not only the water, but the Dreamstalk itself was changing. The trunk and leaves were dull colors, but, in the blink of an eye, it became a bright green.

“Look!” Kirby yelled. “The Dreamstalk’s all better now!”

“Because Pirka’s heart has been cleared,” Coo said, “the spell’s effects have disappeared. Which means…”

Coo got cut off by a sudden voice.

“Huh? Where am I? Why am I here?...”

It was King Dedede.

Looking as if he had just woken up from sleep, he looked around. Meta Knight was also returning to normal.

“What happened? Why is water flowing out of the roots of-”

Meta Knight looked at the group one by one, and, in the end, stopped on Pirka. He seemed to have pieced together what had happened. He sighed, and picked up his treasured sword Galaxia again.

“It seems that King Dedede and I, possibly, were being controlled. Sorry.”

“What? I don’t remember anything about being controlled!!” King Dedede insisted.

“Don’t you remember?” Rick asked. “You sent me flying with your hammer!!”

“Wait, what?”

King Dedede shifted his focus. His sharp gaze caught Pirka.

“You did this, didn’t you!?!”

“Wait, Dedede!"

Kirby stood in front of the great king and spread his arms out to block him.

“It’s over already! Pirka’s our friend now!”

“What do you mean she’s our friend now!? What an insult to someone as great as myself!!”

“I told you it’s over!!”

“Out of my way, Kirby!!”

King Dedede, looking absolutely furious, swung his hammer. Kirby nimbly dodged.

“Hey, that’s it,” he said, “let’s play tag!”

“Whaat?!”

“King Dedede’s it! Everyone, run!”

Kirby started running. Rick, Gooey, and Pirka ran in different directions.

“Heyyy! This isn’t a game of taaag! I’m getting really mad right now!!”

King Dedede, absolutely furious, chased after Pirka. Pirka was fast, but she was no match for the king, who was making a serious effort. In the blink of an eye, he caught her.

“Get ready, you pesky pixie!”

He was about to squeeze her, but Kirby tackled him.

“That’s enough! Pirka’s it next!”

“Yeah, I know!”

“RUN AWAAAY!” Pirka screamed.

Kirby started running. Even King Dedede got caught up in the fun and ran.

“Why am I…?” he said. “I shouldn’t be playing stupid games like tag. I’m really mad right now, so-”

As he said that, when Pirka started drawing near, the great king picked up in speed.

“Who would get caught by a loser like you!? Not me!!”

“Waaaait!”

As Pirka chased after the king and Rick, before they knew it, a loud laugh filled the air. Before everyone ran around, the lake had been filling up with more and more water.

“Clean water~!” Kine said. “Listen, Coo, do you think this water’s fine to swim in?”

“Perhaps,” Coo said, “with the shadow cast over Pirka’s heart gone, the Dreamstalk has regained its original power. This water should be pure and unpolluted.”

“Is this the same water that Kirby sucked up~? Are Kirby’s stomach and the Dreamstalk connected? Umm… umm…?”

No matter much he thought about it, it was impossible to understand. Kirby’s stomach was full of mysteries. So, Kine stopped thinking about it and jumped into the lake. As he swiftly swam around, he called out:

“Feels great~! This lakewater is super clean!”

“It appears the situation has been resolved,” Meta Knight said, “I was far from able to help. I was holding everyone back…”

“No,” Coo said, “if you two hadn’t fallen under her control, we would’ve caught Pirka much sooner. If that had happened, Pirka wouldn’t have been able to have a change of heart. In the end, we were very lucky to have struggled.”

“...though I’m hesitant to admit it, that is correct.”

Meta Knight nodded his head, then raised his voice:

“Come, let’s return to land soon.”

Kirby and the others, who heard this, stopped playing tag and gathered.

“Pirka, let’s go together!” Kirby said to Pirka.

“Huh? No, I...”

Pirka shook her head.

“Don’t worry,” Rick said, “of course we’re not gonna spill all the details to everyone. We’ll just tell them that we worked together with you to solve the problem up here.”

“Thanks, but I’m going to return to the village I came from, not Dream Land.”

Pirka looked at everyone.

“I haven’t gone back since I was exiled, but I still want to see everyone there. I must apologize to the children I had controlled. I don’t know if I could ever accept forgiveness, but… this time, I will try to become their friend.”

Pirka’s eyes were brightly sparkling.

“Is that so?”

Kirby nodded his head.

“Well then, farewell, Pirka! But, since we’re your friends, remember to come visit us here in Dream Land sometimes!”

“Thanks. I am truly grateful, Kirby.”

Pirka tightly held Kirby’s hand.

“Goodbye, everyone!”

“Goodbye, Pirka. See you later!”

Pirka spread her transparent wings and took off over the lake.

“Now then,” Meta Knight said, “let us return to the small boat.”

“Okie dokie!”

“Back to the painfully cramped boat again, huh?” King Dedede said as they walked to the small boat. “Great… hmm?”

Noticing Gooey unsteadily walking beside him, Dedede groaned.

“Why are you coming with us? Gooey!”

“Huhhhh?”

Gooey looked at the king in surprise.

“Because I wanna go home.”

“Didn’t you fly your way here?! You can go back by yourself!”

“Nah. I’m tired after all that fighting.”

“There’s no room for you!”

“There is~!”

“If I say there isn’t, then there isn’t!”

...somehow or other, all seven of them boarded the small boat, getting jam-packed in.

The small boat landed on the shore of the Rainbow Islands. Everyone who had been eagerly waiting for the return of Kirby and the others gathered at once. Captain Vul and the Meta-Knights greet Meta Knight, the first to get down, with cheers of joy.

“Lord Meta Knight! You’re safe!”

“Indeed. The operation was a success,” Meta Knight plainly informed. The Rainbow Islands’ inhabitants, surrounding the small boat, resounded.

“Just as one would expect from Lord Meta Knight!” Captain Vul shouted excitedly. “With Lord Meta Knight’s power, the Rainbow Islands were saved! Everyone should be grateful!”

“No, Captain Vul. It wasn’t my power.”

Meta Knight didn’t seem to want to be thanked, but Captain Vul didn’t understand.

“Oh! Someone as heroic as Lord Meta Knight would never show off his own accomplishments! What modesty! Everyone should follow his example!”

“Aye!”

The Meta-Knights were in high spirits.

“I knew I could count on Lord Meta Knight!”

“I’m so sorry I couldn’t accompany you!”

“I wish I could’ve seen Lord Meta Knight’s efforts!”

“Please let us hear the whole story later!”

“...”

Meta Knight became more silent than usual. After King Dedede got down from the small boat, all the Waddle Dees simultaneously sprung up in celebration.

“Hurraaaay, hurraaay!”

“Hurray for His Majesty!”

Just like Meta Knight, the king had been under Pirka’s control. However, he held no shame about it.

“Of course,” he said, proudly puffing up his chest with pride, “prepare for a barbeque on the beach! Grill the meat and vegetables! Don’t forget the marshmallows! Set up my parasol and beach chair!”

“Yes, Great King!”

Bandana Waddle Dee handed the king his life preserver and sunglasses. The king was in the mood for a vacation.

“Let’s get this party started! A beach party, Dedede-style!” the great king shouted in high spirits, when, suddenly, the area became dark, and then raindrops started falling.

“Wow, rain!” the islanders shouted with joy.

“Hurray! It’s been forever since we’ve gotten rain here!”

Their faces lit up, as they merrily frolicked around in the rain. Kirby, Rick, Kine, Coo, and Gooey got down from the small boat. Pick dashed up to Rick and embraced him.

“Welcome home, Rick! You really did it! It’s raining again!”

“Thanks to your lucky charm!”

Mine, seeming happy, cuddled up to Kine.

“Kine, did you get hurt?”

“I’m A-OK! I did my best for you~!”

“I know. I knew that if anyone could make it rain again, it’d be you!”

Pick and Mine, along with a large number of islanders, crowded around the group.

“Thanks, Kirby,” Pick said, “you saved the Rainbow Islands.”

“Gooey saved your island. We just helped him!” Kirby said. As he did, the islanders started clapping loudly.

“Thanks, Gooey!” they shouted.

Gooey, who was not very good at being all sunny and radiant, waved his tongue shyly. The rain steadily evolved into a downpour, dampening the dry ground. The once dried-up lakes and rivers filled up with water again. The fish jumped in with great energy. Of course, the only one on the joyous island who had become sulky at this sight was King Dedede.

“Ughhhhhhh…”

His plans of vacation had been ruined.

“Who had to make it rain!?” he yelled with a bitter-sounding voice.

“Um… you did, Your Majesty…”

“Wait, you’re right! Ughhhhhhh… I HATE THE RAAAAAAAIN!!”

The violent sound of rain drowned out the king’s laments.

The rain continued for the whole day, moistening the dried-up Rainbow Islands.

The next morning…

As the rain stopped, the morning sun shone down on the Rainbow Islands. Kirby and Bandana Waddle Dee, who had woken up early, walked to the sandy beach.

“I knew you could do it, Kirby,” Bandana Waddle Dee yelled, “the withered flowers are all better now!”

“We all worked together to get the job done!”

“I wish I could’ve gone with you too…”

“You could’ve gone with us if Meta Knight’s small boat was just a bit bigger.”

Kirby and Bandana Waddle Dee agilely jumped over a puddle of water.

“Tell me about what kind of adventure it was! What was above the clouds?”

At Bandana Dee’s question, Kirby sweetly smiled.

“It’s a secret!” he said.

“Huh? Why?”

“No matter what!”

“Oh, tell me, Kirby!”

“Nuh-uh!”

It was a secret that he couldn’t even tell a close friend like Bandana Dee. Bandana Dee seemed disappointed, but then, suddenly, he noticed something and yelled:

“Kirby, look! The Rainbow Bridge!”

From island to island, pretty Rainbow Bridges connected. Due to the lack of rain, the bridges had begun to fade away into nothing. Thanks to the rain returning after so long, the seven bright colors sparkled.

“Woah…”

“How nice!”

As the light of the morning sun intensified, the Rainbow Bridges’ colors grew prettier and prettier. As they basked in the refreshing breeze, the two would forever admire the Rainbow Bridges.

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hey so i really liked your recent blackwatch fics so idk i guess this is kinda related? can you do the jack and gabriel's s/o reacting to their death? like after the hq explosion and they were both presumed dead what would the s/o be feeling at their funeral or something like that. idk, i think you get my gist. thank!!111!!!one!

a/n: This was kind of inspired by this video. I saw it shortly after getting this request and it helped with visualization and stuff. It’s a bit sad, but you should check it out!

Jack: 864 words.

Gabriel: 816 words.

~Fics under the cut~

Jack

The breeze blew quietly through the graveyard sending a chill up your spine. The day was grey and cold, seemingly perfect for the occasion. Everybody else had already left a while ago and you now stood alone. For some reason, you just couldn’t bring yourself to leave quite yet. You looked down at the headstone at your feet.

Here lies Jack Morrison. Commander: Overwatch.

It made you sick to your stomach to read those words again. You had hoped and prayed that you wouldn’t have to see them any time soon, yet here you were. The grave was surrounded by candles, flowers and little notes from some of your teammates. The sight was unreal and you couldn’t believe you were standing here looking at it.

Your head ached and your throat was sore from crying and sobbing over the past few days. You were out on a mission when the confrontation went down between Jack and Commander Reyes. When your group was returning home, they had to ground your plane at a different base since the headquarters had been completely demolished. You found out there from the head of the base that Jack was presumed dead.

Your friends tried to comfort you, but it made little difference. The man who you had hope to spend the rest of your life with was now dead and there was nothing anyone could do about it. The explosion was so powerful that they didn’t even find the bodies. Your heart ached for Jack, and you would never see him again. You tried to recount all your happy memories together, but it only made you miss him even more.

The two of you had been together a long while. You met back when you were transferred to work at headquarters a few years ago. Both of you denied having feelings for each other at first, but eventually you caved and started going out. Jack always thought it would be inappropriate to date a fellow agent at his status, but you kept on reassuring him that you loved him, and that as long as you both agreed to keep work separate, there was nothing wrong with it. He was always a little insecure about what other people might think, but he tried not to let it bother him too much.

You knew that Jack and Gabriel’s relationship with each other was fading as the years went on. In fact, it was turning into a rivalry in a way. Commander Reyes was always slightly bitter that he was not proclaimed Head of Overwatch, but it had gotten worse recently. He had started to resent Jack’s leadership. In fact, you had heard from different people around the base that Gabriel was forming a rebellion against Jack. You didn’t know what to believe and always tried to stay out of the drama, which Jack encouraged. He always said it wasn’t worth your time and that if you got involved, it would do more harm than good. When you were sent off on that mission, Jack met you before you boarded the plane, as he usually did. You were going to be gone for a week and he wanted to see you before you were off. He gave you a hug and told you that he loved you and to be safe. You didn’t know then that it would be the last interaction the two of you would ever have.

A raindrop hitting your nose suddenly pulled you from your thoughts. You looked up, and noticed the sky continued to grow darker. A storm must be on the way in, you thought. You bent down and looked at some of the notes that were left.

We’ll miss you. Hope you found peace.

You were a great Commander. Overwatch was lucky to have you.

A good man and an even better friend. You will be dearly missed. May you rest in peace.

Reading the kind words of your teammates brought tears to your eyes. It only added to the gravity of the situation, and reminded you that he was truly gone. You wiped your eyes as you felt the rain start to fall, soaking your outfit and everything around you. The cool rain felt good on your face, and its relaxing sound helped you drown out your sadness.

Just as the rain started, it stopped, or so you thought. All you knew is that you weren’t getting drenched anymore. You opened your eyes and looked up to see Lena standing over you with an umbrella.

“You don’t want to stay out here too long, love. You’ll catch a cold!” she says.

“I know. I just… found it really hard to leave.”

She helps you up and puts a hand on your shoulder.

“I know this is very hard for you, but I want you to remember that we’re here for you. All of us. We want to help you through this.”

You nod, and give her a hug.

“Well, let’s get you inside and out of that wet uniform. That’ll help you feel a bit better.”

With that, the two of you turned and left the cemetery, listening to the sound of the rain.

Gabriel

The day was somber. The looming clouds made the sky a gloomy grey. Fitting for the occasion, you thought. Tears welled in your eyes and threatened to spill onto your cheeks as they had the many days before. You looked down at the stone below you, carved with the words you wished you’d never have to see.

Here lies Gabriel Reyes. Commander: Blackwatch.

You and Gabe had been together for a few years now. He made you the happiest person alive and every day you spent with him was a good one. Originally, the two of you had tried to keep your relationship a secret, especially from Commander Morrison. However, people talk, and eventually it got hard to keep it hidden. After a while, the two of you decided to drop the secret and deal with any consequences that may arise. Luckily, nothing ever came up. Commander Morrison wasn’t exactly happy about it, but, there was nothing he could officially do.

You knew most of what went on over the last few years. After Venice, the tensions within Overwatch began to rise. Jack and Gabe weren’t getting along as they used to and they both kept dragging people into their fight. It was like a rift was formed between the two sides. As much as you loved Gabriel, you refused get involved in the fight. You didn’t see this as being your business. You feared that this petty argument would eventually turn into something much bigger, and you didn’t want any part of it. You expected Gabe to be angry with you for that, but instead he told you that you were probably very smart for not wanting any involvement. He just wanted you to be happy, regardless of your point of view.

The worst day was when Gabe came into your office only to see you packing up. You told him, with tears in your eyes, that you were being transferred to the Gibraltar base, along with a multitude of other agents. Gabriel was angry. He didn’t understand why Morrison would transfer you. Gabe thought it was to split you guys up, and this made him resent Jack even more. You told him that wasn’t important right now, and that the two of you should focus on enjoying your last few days on base together. The day you left, you two hugged each other and swore to keep in touch and see each other as often as possible. A week later, you were informed that Headquarters was destroyed, and many people were presumed dead, including both Commanders. They never found their bodies.

The next week was spent mostly alone in your room, crying and trying to come to terms with the news. You couldn’t believe it, Gabriel, the man you loved more than anyone else, was dead. You looked at all the old pictures and holo-vids the two of you took together and remembered the good memories you made. Never again, you thought to yourself. Eventually, the day of the funeral came. You put on your uniform and left your room.

The funeral had ended, and you were now alone in the cemetery. You read the markings again and again. Each time, it made your stomach twist with sadness and loss. You felt empty. Your knees shook and tears spilled onto your cheeks as a sob left your lips. Almost poetically, rain began to fall at that very moment. It soaked your hair and your uniform as you stood there, unable to move.

“I’m sorry Gabe,” you said through tears. “I love you.”

You stopped, and looked up suddenly. You felt like someone had been staring at you. Just beyond where you stood, there was a large tree. You could’ve sworn that you saw someone there out of the corner of your eye, but there was no one. You looked around, trying to catch any movement to see who was watching you. You took a few steps forward, before you were pulled out of your thoughts by a familiar voice.

“Y/N!” Reinhardt called out.

You turned and looked behind you to see him standing there with an umbrella, waiting for you.

“If you stay out here, you’re going to get sick,” he says quietly. “Why don’t you join us inside?”

“I know Rein, I’m sorry. I just needed to…”

Your voice trails off. Suddenly, you just can’t find the proper words. You reach up and wipe the tears from your eyes.

“I know, Y/N. Its okay,” he says.

Once again, you can’t stop the tears from falling and running down your face. You stifle your sobs and rub your eyes. Reinhardt walks over to you and puts an arm around your shoulder, beckoning you to leave. The two of you begin to walk out of the cemetery.

“We are all here for you, Y/N. You don’t have to go through this alone.”

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