#let my children reunite dammit!!
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Heyaa! Not sure if u'll take this request right away. I've been thinking about scenarios for Ace, Mihawk, Luffy, and Kid reacting to their s/o execution announcement. And how they'll treat them after the rescue. Some angst with a fluffy ending~~🤭
hi omg i saw this in my inbox and whipped some scenarios up asap.. this is such a good prompt tytyty <3 also i've been meaning to write mihawk and this was perfect 🙏😫 hope you enjoy !! :)
✶ Ace, Luffy, Kid, & Mihawk React to Your Execution Sentence ✶
♡ Content Warnings: heavy mentions of death/murder ahead
♡ GN reader
♡ Word Count: 2.4k
Everything seemed fine. He hadn't seen you in a few days but that was normal, you guys were pirates after all. He glanced at the News Coo and held out a palm, clutching the newspaper when it fell down to him. He read the header.
“(Y/N) SENTENCED TO EXECUTION”
He threw the paper down and…
♡ Ace ♡
Immediately began thinking of ways to get you out of the situation.
His head was all over the place, running back and forth from idea to idea, trying desperately to grasp onto one that made sense. He ignored the tears that rolled down his cheeks, he wouldn't be able to forgive himself if his emotions were the thing that got in the way of you coming back to him.
He furiously grabbed the nearest transponder snail and called every friend he'd made during his journey out at sea. He was going to ask each one of them for their help, nothing to him could ever be direr, and if he had to create an army just to save you, then he was going to, dammit.
Naturally, your crew, the Whitebeard Pirates, were all instantly on board with the rescue plan. They couldn't simply leave one of their siblings behind, and Pops wasn't in the market to lose one of his children. They changed course and set out to you without a second to spare.
Ace would be lying if he said he didn't blame himself. He should've been more careful with you and should've kept an eye out for you more often. You were free-spirited and wild, a lot like him. He always worried about you but you were strong and able to get yourself out of many sticky situations so he often let you wander for days at a time without stressing. This, however… was different. This was worldwide. This was everyone against you. He couldn't stop the feeling of guilt from eating away at every cell in his body. He didn't care what happened to him, he didn't care what he was going to have to risk and sacrifice to keep you safe, all he could do was think about you. He swore that if.. no, not if… when he got you back, he would be a better boyfriend. The kind of boyfriend that wouldn't let something like this happen to you. The kind of boyfriend you deserve.
Through many trials and tribulations and help from friends around the world, he was finally able to snag you away from the marines where you were being held captive. It was an all-out prison break that required utmost stealth and precision- thank god Ace had a crew to back him up or he wouldn't have been able to do it. With each obstacle they faced, he pursued on. No matter how torturous, dangerous, or downright stupid it was. The fire that bubbled in his stomach kept him from worrying about anything else but your well-being.
When you two were finally reunited, he scooped you up and held you tighter than he ever had before.
“Holy shit, (Y/n)! You're safe, Jesus Christ, you're safe!”
Tears smeared against your skin as he cried into you, gripping you with his fingertips as if you were going to slip away from him again.
You tried to calm him down. You said words of thanks while also calling him an idiot for rescuing you. He could've gotten hurt… or worse… he was lucky he made it here and was able to achieve his goal at the same time. But what else did you expect from Fire-Fist Ace himself?
Of course, a battle ensued afterward, fighting your way through marines and bounty hunters alike, just to get you safely on the Whitebeard ship once more.
The entire crew made fun of you for somehow being the first one to get a proper execution announcement. They lightheartedly congratulated you, saying things like “(Y/n) is finally a real pirate!” and “It should've been me!” The only one who sat out on the fun was Ace.
It was clear that your capture had affected him a lot, even more than it had affected you and you were the one who was supposed to die. You spent a lot of time with him after that, more than you already had.
He clung to you like a lost puppy. He rarely let you out of his sight and no matter how low-stakes the battle, he always jumped in front of you.
He had to fall asleep with you in his arms or he'd stay awake all night. If you weren't in the bed next to him when he woke up, he'd sprint around until he found you. You felt awful for making Ace so dependent on your safety, but he said over and over again that he liked it like this. He loved to watch over you. Loved to make sure you were safe. There was nothing he enjoyed more than seeing your smiling face walking over to him or hearing your laugh from the room over.
The event had left scars on both of you but ultimately brought you both closer together.
♡ Luffy ♡
Didn’t panic for one second.
He's saved his friends a million times before, this was no different. Not only did he have confidence in himself, but he also had incredible amounts of confidence in you too. If anything, he was proud of you for getting an execution sentence worthy of a King of the Pirates.
He had zero hesitation when he decided to rescue you. It didn't matter where the Straw Hats were right now, what mattered was you and getting you back. He'd sacrifice part of his journey to becoming king in a heartbeat to help you out of this. And of course, all your friends agreed.
The real problems started when it didn't go as smoothly as they wished. Being the Straw Hat Pirates, everyone knows who you guys are. It felt impossible to get around the fleets upon fleets of marines that guarded you. Luffy's emotions shone through as each battle took away time from seeing you again.
“GET OUT OF MY WAY, I HAVE TO SAVE (Y/N)!” He screamed to each enemy at the top of his lungs.
He started to lose composure. His crewmates watched him get angrier with each punch, with each soldier he knocked out. By the time he found you, he had become someone completely different, mindlessly tearing through the crowd to get back what means the most to him. It was horrifying to witness.
But the second he slingshot his arms out and grabbed you from feet away, his normal goofy self came back. He was smiling ear to ear, giggling the cute “Shishishi”s you love so much. You hugged him back and squished his rubber cheeks, leaving a small and grateful kiss on each one after they returned to their normal state.
“I knew you'd come for me! Thank you!” You said in admiration and love. You had been scared, but not for your own life, you were scared for everyone who stood in Luffy’s way.
He had come for you, just as you knew he would. Your heart was full to the brim. You could hear the beat of it drumming against your chest as he did too.
He wasn't mad at you for slipping past him, he wasn't belittling you on how you couldn't fight back, he was just there to help when you needed it. Classic Luffy.
“Of course! Why wouldn't I?” He grinned and put a hand on your head, ruffling your hair before kissing you on the forehead.
The other Straw Hats watched in awe as the hellish version of Luffy washed away as he embraced you. It was a friendly reminder never to cross him, or more importantly, you.
Luffy turned to the crew. “Alright! We got (Y/n), now let's go eat!” He yelled as he threw you in the air and caught you on his shoulders.
He carried you by piggyback all the way back to the ship. You tried to ignore the sea of passed-out marines below you.
♡ Kid ♡
Shrugged his shoulders while giving a loud sigh.
“I knew this would happen sooner or later, (Y/n) just can't stay out of trouble. I love it.” Kid chuckled, being impressed with your achievement. Your hunger for battle only made him more attracted to you, and this took the cake. Getting an execution sentence was a big deal and he'd make sure to tell you when you eventually came back. He wasn't worried about you, you were more than capable of holding your own.
It only got concerning when it had been a week since the paper was released. He thought that you would've been back by now. He tried not to let his emotions show, he knew he'd get pestered by the rest of the crew if he showed any concern over you, even if he was your boyfriend.
He sat restlessly in his bed, paced around the ship, and even began pulling out strands of fiery red hair in worriedness. He hated that he got like this, nothing had ever made him feel this nervous before. He didn't like not having you by his side, making snide comments and shoving him around. He was fed up on anger and anxiety. Who cared what other people thought? He was going to come save your ass.
The feat was not an easy one, but he got the job done. He went alone. He didn't want anyone else to get the satisfaction of being the one to bring you home. If you needed to be saved, he was going to be your knight (though he'd never tell you that).
He killed everyone in sight without a second thought. He didn't care about morality. He didn't care about keeping a clean slate. He had come to get you back and he'd succeed however was necessary.
By the time he got to you, the entire area was soaked with blood. The bodies were sprawled across the ground in heinous configurations. Scraps of metal were scattered through the battlefield. You didn't care. This was a normal occurrence for your hot-headed boyfriend.
You ignored the pungent smell of iron and scoffed at Kid as he walked up to you and tore off the chains that shackled you.
“Took you long enough.” You spat at him sarcastically.
“I thought you'd be able to get yourself out, you're lucky I came for you at all.” He growled back to you, but with far less malice than usual.
You knew he wouldn't say it, but he was glad to have you back. You could see it in his eyes, his posture, his voice. The way he threw you over his shoulder with care and the way he kissed your lips softly instead of passionately. He was relieved you were safe, he didn't need to say it for you to know.
Once you were back on the ship, he didn't even brag about his accomplishment. He told everyone that you'd come back on your own and he had nothing to do with it. You couldn't believe your ears. He'd covered for you in a time of weakness and embarrassment. He leaned against the wall and smiled smugly at you as you were praised by the other members of your crew for escaping the authorities by yourself.
You stood in awe as you felt yourself falling for him all over again.
♡ Mihawk ♡
Rolled his eyes.
“How immature.” He said, stepping out of his chair at the head of the table. “You could've at least been more careful, (Y/n).” He said to no one.
Despite his belittlement, he wasn't just going to leave you to fend for yourself. He was a gentleman at heart who deeply cared for you. Plus, life was lonely when you weren't by his side. You brightened up the dull island he lived on. The bleak parts of his daily activities became full of light when he did them with you. He wasn't going to let the one good thing he had be taken away from him. But he was going to be slightly peeved, regardless.
He was a very scheduled man. He knew what each day entailed to a tee. You had thrown a wrench into his normality and he was admittedly a bit irked. Though he secretly enjoyed the rush it gave him. Not many things scared Dracule Mihawk anymore, he'd seen and fought it all, but this was new.
As he prepared to leave, he felt a feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time- fear. Genuine fear of the unknown. Unsure if he'd be able to reach you fast enough. Not knowing how many obstacles would stand in his way. It was thrilling but he couldn't fathom the idea of losing you.
He hoisted his famous black blade on his back and set off, leaving the dreary mansion behind to take back his light.
The problem wasn't the rescue itself, it was getting there. A trip from the island to you was a difficult one. Yes, he was a warlord, but that didn't stop people from coming after him. Weaklings wanting to test their power, citizens that were angry at the government, and bounty hunters all came after him in monstrous huddles. He defeated each one with ease, growing annoyed at how they wouldn't stop coming.
Eventually, he reached you. He had no problem getting past the marines, what were they going to do? Strip him of his title? Walking up those cold steps to where you were in cuffs was a breeze, but he would've fought every single one of them if he had had to.
When he laid his sharp eyes on you, he melted. His heart hurt seeing you so exhausted and damaged, shackled like a rowdy dog. He was angry. Angry that anyone had the nerve to treat you like that.
The handcuffs were no harder to snap than a twig. He carried you bridal style all the way to the small boat he had arrived on. He made sure to give each soldier a menacing glare on his way out as if to say “If you try to take (Y/n) again, you're all dead.”
When you got back to the mansion, he treated you like royalty. Your dismissive and pessimistic boyfriend became someone else. He tended to your every need, spoon-fed you your medicine, and wouldn't let you out of his field of vision until he was positive you were fully recovered.
You couldn't help but poke fun at him.
“Who are you and what did you do with my boyfriend?” You joked to him after he brought you your third cup of tea one afternoon. His cheekbones were highlighted with a rosy hue and he scowled at you.
He knew he was acting different, being overly tentative when you didn't need it, but he couldn't help it. That day had changed him. It made him remember that he could still get scared. That you were something he could lose.
He swore to never let something like that happen again. Anyone that wanted to kill you had to go through him first, and they’d need all the luck in the world to even get a chance.
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This post contains lots of Gåsmamman ep5 season 6 spoilers!!
Do not read if you don’t want the spoilers!
Final warning!
Lmao my Cmore released the episode 1 hour too early???
Y’all aren’t fucking ready….
We start where we left off with Gustav. Emil finds him. Then the recap of ep4. Lukas inspects Kevins wound. Barry gives out ice cream to kids, how cute. We’re back with Sonja and Yussuf. Gerafi arrives. She gives Gerafi the key to the server but is not allowed to leave. Louise tells at Emil. The Ek family gather at the Police house. Zac you piece of shit you’re just a problem! Vera arrives. Yussuf tells her they don’t need her. Yussuf is a savage haha. Vera has a temper tantrum in the elevator. Sonja showers and Gerafi is watching her? Creepy. Gerafi can’t let her go, he doesn’t trust her. He offers to take her out of Sweden to continue to be the major and her children will be safe. Someone tries to kill Vera, dammit she killed the guy who tried.. Gustav reunites with the Eks. Zac interrogates Linus for nothing? Nina sets him straight, as she should. Linus attacks him for talking shit about Sonja, that makes me happy. Stay away from my traumatized boy. Winston! Barry gives him an apartment, he doesn’t want it. Winston needs a parent 😭 Emil informs his group about how they are looking for Sonja. Tony and Dante gets rid of of the body of the hitman and Vera calls the leak H-H and I fucking knew it! I knew it was him! Zac is home. And Vera is there! And Tony. Zac is so dead haha. Vera tries to talk Zac into giving her Sonja. The Ek family try to have a family dinner in custody and Zac returns. He talks to Nina. He asks Nina to tell him if she meets Sonja. Nina confesses to killing Roland. Zac is such an ass. Zac and Gustav have a chat about Sonja. Zac stops outside Linus’ cell and just stares at him? He is totally the reason why he gets kidnapped again later, I’m sure. Sonja leaves with Gerafi. Tove says Gustav have to choose between her and his job. Zac and Linus are missing. Linus is in the car with Zac. Looks like Zac said had told him that Sonja had texted him to meet up, but Zac is totally giving him to Vera. Tony pulls up and takes Linus and pushes him into the trunk. ZAC PLEASE DIE! Tony drives off with Linus. Linus is taken out and is with Vera. Vera calls and tells her she has Linus. She fight with Yussuf in the car and escapes. Kevin and Barry❤️ Kevin is going to Thailand? Good for him. Barry calls Emil. Vera shows Linus her weed plantation. Vera talks about her husband being killed by Sonja. Sonja is watching ice skaters? Lukas shows up. Zac lies to Emil about where Linus is. Barry and Emil chats. Barry wants to be a secret cop after serving jailtime. Lukas and Sonja chat in the car about Gerafi. Sonja and Lukas takes Zac! Good. And they taze H-H. Gustav thinks there’s another leak, and he is right. Sonja intergates Zac and finds out he gave Linus to Vera. She tries to attack Zac. Please shoot him. He has some valid points, but now I hate him. Zac talks about Gerafi. I have a feeling Lukas will kill Zac. He did, omg they actually killed him. OMFG!!!! I had a feeling they would since ep 1 of s6.
Omg what an episode!! 💀
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Taking Care of Business (Chapter Twenty-One)
Summary: While hunting bounties for credits and information, (Y/N) and Din search the space station Glavis for what remains of the Mandalorian covert that fled Nevarro, and both unsuccessfully try their hardest not to miss their little friend.
Pairing: Din Djarin X Reader
Word Count: 2.7k
Warnings/Disclaimers: None
A/N: Hi guys! Now that we’ve finally gotten a little Mando content, it’s time to catch up on the adventures of Din and Alor’ad! Thank you for reading and I hope you all enjoy!
Chapter Twenty-One
The Return of the Mandalorian and the Captain
(Previous Chapter)
Out of all the planets and space stations they’d hunted their bounties on in recent months, Glavis was the one that (Y/N) despised the most. The artificial scenery was soulless and devoid of any color, almost reminding her of the surface levels of Corsucant she’d snuck into and helped evacuate during her time as a Rebellion smuggler, and the lack of natural sunlight frankly unnerved her. If Din wasn’t so hell-bent on finding his old Mandalorian covert after their forced exodus from Nevarro she would’ve pushed back when he suggested they pay the space station a visit, but while she didn’t fully agree with his plan to reunite with the religious zealots that indoctrinated children into following their rigid Way, she understood it was something important that the Mandalorian needed to do and she’d be right there by his side when he found them.
“That hunk of metal’s lucky that I love him so much,” (Y/N) grumbled under her breath as she crouched behind the roof’s ledge and peered into her blaster rifle’s scope at the front doors of Kaba Baiz’s meat packing plant. “I’m freezing my ass off out here.”
After several more minutes of watching and waiting, the familiar beskar-clad figure of the Mandalorian emerged from the building, a small blood-soaked sack clutched tightly in his fist. “All clear, you can come down now.”
“Copy, I’ll be right there.” She spoke into her comm, standing and slinging the blaster rifle’s strap over her shoulder before carefully climbing down the building’s exterior ladder to the ground below; as she hurried over to where he stood, the smile on her face fell when she realized that he was limping. “Oh, Maker…”
“Now I get why Force-wielders are the only ones who use lightsabers,” Din attempted to quip, but his modulated voice was laced with pain as they both looked down at his noticeable wound; the unarmored side of his left thigh was sporting a large grazing burn and he was barely able to put his weight on it. “Trust me, alor’ad, it looks a whole lot worse than it feels.”
“Dammit, Din, I knew I should’ve gone in there with you! We both agreed that the Darksaber was too dangerous to use even in an emergency and now look at what’s happened.” (Y/N) reached for his free hand and began maneuvering his arm around her shoulders for support. “C’mon, we need to get you to a medic-”
“I’m fine, okay? All I want to do is collect our bounty and locate the remnants of my covert.” She flinched at the shortness of his tone and started to pull away, but he heaved a sigh as his strong arm pulled her back to him. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have lashed out like that. You were only trying to help me and you’re right, I should’ve been more careful with the Darksaber.”
(Y/N) nodded, resting a hand against the side of his helmet. “You’re under a lot of stress, sweetheart, but you don’t have to carry it all alone. We’re partners in every sense of the word, Din Djarin, and I promise you that nothing in this galaxy will ever change that. Okay?”
Leaning forward, the Mandalorian rested his forehead against hers in a Keldabe Kiss and sighed. “Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum, ner cyar’ika alor’ad.”
“And I love you too, my grumpy bounty hunter.” He chuckled and she pressed a quick kiss onto the beskar covering his cheek. “If you say that you’re fine then I believe you, but please let me know if it starts hurting more.”
Nodding, Din pulled back and held up the sack for her to see. “Let’s get this damn job over with and collect the bounty on this son of a mud-scuffer.”
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They walked together through the streets of Glavis, with (Y/N) doing her best to hide her concern while Din’s limp grew more and more pronounced with each step he took. When they stepped into the elevator that would transport them to their wealthy client’s nightclub, he placed a gloved hand against the small of her back and his trademark comforting gesture was enough to temporarily ease her worry. Their fellow passenger was looking apprehensively at the bloody sack Din held, but hastily averted his gaze when he realized they’d caught him; bounty hunters sure do know how to drive people away, she thought with a small pang of sadness and Din’s hand flexed a little against her back.
When the elevator’s doors opened on the next level, they stepped out into the nightclub and (Y/N) was forced to raise her voice to be heard over the loud music. “When we were here earlier, I got the feeling that she doesn’t like me too much so I’ll just wait out here.” Her partner gave her a nod and limped off to their client’s private dining room while she stood at the railing and looked out at the bustling space station, the sadness within her suddenly flaring as she watched the ships fly overhead.
It wasn’t as though (Y/N) hated bounty hunting – if she were being completely honest, the thrill of the hunt was slightly addicting after a while – but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t keep on pretending that it was enough to distract her from the life she’d begun to yearn for. She missed piloting a ship and the excitement of flying it across the galaxy, something she hadn’t experienced since before their assault on Moff Gideon’s light cruiser. She and Din had relied on commercial ships and while they’d been saving all the credits they earned from hunting bounties, they were still a long way from having enough to purchase a ship of their own. If Glavis ends up being a bust then at least we’ll be free to visit Tatooine and see what sort of ship Peli’s scrounged up, she reasoned to herself, fond memories of the eccentric mechanic and their adventures on the desert planet bringing an amused smile to her face.
The familiar sound of Din’s heavy boots grew louder as he returned from seeing their client and he stopped beside her at the railing. “The closest access shaft is down Kolzoc Alley, near the heat vent towers.” He handed her a bag of credits, his breaths coming out in uneven gasps as she carefully tucked it into her satchel with the rest of their money. “We…We’re not too f-far away…”
Biting her lip to keep from remarking on his worsening condition, (Y/N) nodded and accompanied him into the empty elevator. Once the doors slid shut, he released a groan of pain and sagged against the handrail, his gloved fingers gingerly prodding at the edges of the burn; he didn’t bother stopping her as she wrapped an arm around his waist and helped him stand, draping his arm over her shoulders and holding onto his hand before they exited the elevator. While they slowly traveled down the dark alleyways of Glavis, (Y/N)’s brow furrowed in concentration as she hummed a traditional Naboo healing song under her breath, focusing on pouring a soothing energy into the melodic notes. The song didn’t miraculously cure Din’s injury, of course, but his labored breathing steadied a little and his fingers squeezed hers tight in a silent thanks for the distraction.
“There, through that door.” Standing before the ordinary-looking door nestled in the shadows of Kolzoc Alley, Din reached forward and pressed a button on the control panel; they exchanged a brief glance before stepping through the open doorway and onto a narrow metal scaffolding. The space station’s substrata creaked and groaned around them, the faint glow emanating from light strips reflecting off the crisscrossing framework and illuminating the long ladder that led to a platform down below. “I’ll go first.”
(Y/N) anxiously watched as the Mandalorian began to descend and she found herself kneeling on the scaffolding to monitor his progress. “It’s not a race, Din, you should really slow-” A gasp tore out of her throat when his boot slipped off a rung and her hands shot forward to latch around his vambrace, clutching the beskar tight as he steadied himself on the ladder and only letting go once she was sure he was all right. With her heart racing in her chest, she climbed down the ladder after him and when her boots finally touched the platform, she guided his arm back around her shoulders and gave his waist a gentle squeeze. “All good?”
Din lifted the bottom of his helmet just enough to press a kiss to her temple before lowering it again. “N-Never…better.”
They continued their way down the extended platform, the stars twinkling in the empty space surrounding them as Din started to lean more of his weight on her and grunts of pain escaped him with each step. When the end of the platform finally came into sight, she spotted a helmeted figure kneeling at its edge and judging by the way he tried moving faster, they were a fellow Mandalorian; the staircase leading down to where the Mandalorian knelt was intimidating, but she put on an encouraging smile for his sake and murmured. “We’ll take it one step at a time. C’mon, sweetheart, you’ve got this…” His pained groans grew louder as they struggled to descend the staircase and they made it to the last step when his leg finally gave out, pulling away from her and collapsing onto the ground in a heap. “Din!”
(Y/N) struggled to help him sit up as the Mandalorian at the edge of the platform finally spoke. “Tend to him.”
Another much-larger Mandalorian appeared from the shadows with a medkit clutched in their gloved hand, kneeling down on the other side of Din and closely examining his wound. “I didn’t know if I would ever see you again.” The Mandalorian looked up at (Y/N) and tilted his helmeted head to the side as he considered her. “Who’s this who has brought you back to us?”
“(Y/N), she’s m-my partn-” Din hissed in pain when his friend’s fingers prodded the flesh surrounding his wound; his hand found hers and squeezed it tight as the Mandalorian reached into the medkit for the bacta spray. “My partner. Thank you for saving me on Nevarro…” Another pained gasp escaped his clenched teeth and she wrapped her free hand around the unarmored part of his arm for comfort. “I-I’m sorry for your sacrifice.”
The Mandalorian nodded. “There are three of us now.” The bacta spray made contact with the wound, causing Din to involuntarily flinch away and (Y/N) to hastily hold him steady as the Mandalorian looked between them. “We’ll put you to work soon enough.”
(Y/N) looked down at her partner and while she tried to focus on distracting him from the pain, she couldn’t shake the feeling that his fellow Mandalorian was staring at her through the visor of his helmet; she rubbed her hand up and down his arm and even managed to muster up a small smile. “You’re doing great, sweetheart, you’ll be back to your usual sarcastic self in no time. Oh, and if you ever put me through this much worry again I’ll kick your beskar-clad ass. Got it?”
Din chuckled weakly and nuzzled his head against her neck. “You got it, ner cyar’ika alor’ad.”
“What weapon caused such a wound?”
They both looked over at the Mandalorian kneeling in the distance and glancing over her shoulder at them. “This.” Din unclipped the Darksaber’s hilt from his belt and held it up for the others to see; (Y/N)’s brow furrowed when she noticed the way the Mandalorian froze and momentarily forgot about the wound he’d been bandaging as he stared at the weapon in Din’s hand, but the female Mandalorian spoke before she could remark on it.
“Paz Vizsla, bring it to me.” The Mandalorian carefully took the Darksaber and stood, holding it delicately in his gloved hands as he walked down the platform. The female Mandalorian set some sort of forging tool onto the grating beside her and realization finally dawned on (Y/N) at the sight; Din often spoke highly of his covert’s Armorer and how she’d managed to survive Moff Gideon’s massacre on Nevarro, but it bothered him that she never mentioned where she’d go to establish a new covert. At least we’ve finally found her, she thought as she helped Din sit up straight, and now he can finally move on from the guilt of abandoning the covert. The Armorer rose from the ground and accepted the Darksaber from Paz, turning it over in her grasp as she continued. “All this talk of the Empire, and they lasted less than thirty years. Mandalorians have existed ten thousand.” She ignited the weapon and examined its glowing blade in interest. “What do you know of this blade?”
Din nodded. “We’re told it is the Darksaber.”
“Indeed. Do either of you understand its significance?”
(Y/N) exchanged a brief glance with her partner before answering, “Whoever wields it can lead all of Mandalore.”
“If it is won by Creed in battle. It is said, one warrior will defeat twenty, and the multitudes will fall before it. If, however, it is not won in combat and falls into the hands of the undeserving, it will be a curse unto the nation.” She sheathed the blade and started down the platform towards them. “Mandalore will be laid to waste and its people scattered to the four winds.”
The Armorer’s words reminded (Y/N) of Bo-Katan Kryze, the Mandalorian who’d helped them infiltrate Moff Gideon’s light cruiser and apprehend the Imperial commander. She was hell-bent on re-claiming the Darksaber for herself, insisting that Moff Gideon had taken it from her, and was more than displeased when Din had inadvertently become its rightful owner. (Y/N) had been wary of the Mandalorian and her intentions since the day they met on Trask, but that didn’t mean she automatically believed the Armorer’s story about the destruction of Mandalore. As if sensing her thoughts, Din nudged her shoulder and she helped him stumble to his feet as he gestured to the Darksaber. “The hilt is of a quality of beskar I have never seen before.”
“It was forged over a thousand years ago by the Mandalore Tarre Vizsla.” (Y/N) bit her lip to keep her mouth from falling open at the Armorer’s reply, silently realizing why Paz had stared so intently at the sheathed weapon before. “He was both Mandalorian and Jedi.”
An unbalanced Din leaned against (Y/N) for support and nodded. “We’ve met Jedi.”
“Then you have completed your quest.”
The gloved hand resting on her hip twitched and it was with a curt voice that her partner shortly answered, “I have.” Thoughts of Grogu filled (Y/N)’s mind and her heart clenched in grief; they avoided talking about the little guy but it didn’t make the pain of being separated from him any easier to handle; the knowledge that he was learning how to protect himself and better wield the Force was the only thing that gave her comfort, but even that was fleeting. “We have, actually. I never would’ve succeeded without (Y/N)’s help.”
The Armorer looked between the pair of them before focusing back on Din. “Cuyir ibic gar riduur?”
“Vi morut’t johayc cuun riduurok, a vi kelir nusujii.” Din hastily spoke in Mando’a and although she couldn’t quite understand their exchange, she knew that whatever the Armorer had said flustered him. “We’re a clan of two now.”
After a long pause, the Armorer finally nodded. “Then you may both join our covert as we rebuild.”
Din’s hand wrapped around (Y/N)’s as he replied, “This is the Way.”
“This is the Way.” Paz gruffly added.
“This is the Way.”
Surrounded by the three Mandalorians, (Y/N) couldn’t shake the feel of foreboding that had begun to blossom in the pit of her stomach; despite Din finally reuniting with the remnants of his clan and having an opportunity to learn the ways of the Darksaber from his people, she felt as though they were in more danger in the substrata of Glavis then anywhere else in the galaxy. Never a moment of peace for a Mandalorian bounty hunter and a Rebellion smuggler, she wearily thought to herself, squeezing Din’s gloved hand and hoping that her intuition would be proven wrong.
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A/N: Not a very long chapter, but the next one will definitely be more action-packed! Thank you all so much for reading and commenting!
Mando'a Translations:
Alor'ad-Captain
Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum, ner cyar’ika alor’ad-I love you, my darling captain
Cuyir ibic gar riduur?- Is this your wife?
Vi morut’t johayc cuun riduurok, a vi kelir nusujii-We haven’t spoken our marriage agreement, but we will soon.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Taking Care of Business Masterlist
Tagging: @remmysbounty @sinon36 @seninjakitey @thatonedindjarinfan @ginger-swag-rapunzel @mostclevermiss @momc95 @welcometothepedroverse @sarahjkl82-blog @elinedjarin @itsnottilly
#taking care of business#din djarin x reader#the mandalorian x reader#din djarin#the mandalorian#the book of boba fett#the armorer#paz vizsla#grogu#the child#baby yoda#star wars
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A couple of ‘why’ questions
Every new episode of TPN surely brings a lot of conflicting emotions. Honestly, I’m not surprised, but at the same time I’m very curious how we will look at it once the season is over. I see a lot of people asking valid questions and rising important concerns - here I mostly refer to the lovely @just-like-playing-tag because I see her posts often. So I thought it might be fun to try to answer some of those questions. I don’t want to justify CloverWorks, but just use my brain a little after drinking a lovely cup of green tea with mango. So!
Why is Emma wearing a skirt?
Yeah, I see that very often. It was especially painful to watch in the last episode (e04), where she wore it even during hunting. Especially since us, manga readers, are more familiar with THIS Emma
So, why give her a skirt? I only have one answer: money. It’s just cheaper to use models they already have. Honestly, I can’t blame them since economic really suffers due to the pandemic... but I am disappointed. But hey, remember that we have this scene in the opening
That’s the before-goldy-pond outfit, so she should wear trousers here. I’m hopeful.
Why humans already attacked the bunker?
To raise tension, to make children escape, to show manga readers that the anime will differ a lot from the manga. In the manga the tension during those arcs was provided by Goldy Pond Arc. Since we don’t get this arc (or at least, in a way we did in the manga), we had to find something new to keep the story going. Otherwise they would just sit around in the bunker and have a merry life. Now, the execution wasn’t good. It was rushed, it didn’t make me emotional in any way, it had a lot of logical issues... but overall it makes sense. We know that the farm wouldn’t allow children to just escape. If anything, it’s quite strange that they took so much time in the manga to catch them. Of course, we got the explanation, but once again I don’t think it was perfect. It just felt like event that triggered because you reached a certain point in the story.
Why Ray killed demon with bow and arrow that easily?
Yeah, that just makes no sense. Do you know how difficult it is to use a bow? I don’t know why fiction writers think that ‘weak’ characters should use a bow. You can be buff as heck and not be able to pull it.
Why things are taken away from Emma?
I said that this season might go for a more family-oriented story, not just Emma. I stand by it, but it does create problems. Namely, Emma has less things to do and/or her achievements will be given to others. Unfortunately, it is to be expected if we want to include the whole gang in every part of the story. The only solution: give Emma new things to do. Since we are getting an original story, just come up with new stuff for her. Of course, I don’t want them to make Emma not fight. I really don’t want combat to become just a Ray-thing, but that will make him flat too. There must be a balance to that.
Why children defeated grown men with riffles that easily?
Let’s be honest, plot armor - nothing more, nothing less. I would have less issues with that scene if they made it a full stealth mission. It could work!
Why they already gave us the timeskip?
I’m editing this post because I honestly didn’t notice that... God dammit it, they did that because they want to give us Norman already, right? Okay, don’t get me wrong, I like him, but if they reunite already, it will lose all the emotional value from the manga! Please, don’t skip to Norman yet, Please
So, that was a couple of points I wanted to address. There are a lot more questions to be answered, I just pick some of them. Feel free to add some more questions. I think a little bit of mental gymnastic is good in the morning :D
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Listen bud, hunger games au, Andrews the mockingjay, Neil’s been captured by his dad aka the game maker
if you’re looking for an extended hunger games au @gluupor‘s on ao3 is my all-time favourite, but here’s a oneshot (are oneshots all i know how to do??)
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Andrew doesn’t want to be here. The whole place is writhing with death and misery, but there’s a whole camera crew asking him to interact with these people, these men and women and children who are fighting and dying for an idealistic cause.
Andrew is not an empathetic person. Kevin says that doesn’t matter. Just the sight of him, with his Mockingjay pin, will be enough to inspire hope.
At least he’s here, shepherding Andrew around, doing all the talking. Nicky’s being all amicable too, crouched by overcrowded beds and talking nonsense. Aaron’s probably somewhere, being useful.
His team. His support. Coming out onto the front lines with him, because they genuinely believed that Andrew was going to change the world.
When Andrew volunteered in Aaron’s place, he didn’t think he’d ever see his family again.
Just goes to show: nothing is predictable. Not in a world like this.
Andrew beelines for the lonely kids, the ones without parents, shunted into the corner. There’s one with a stump instead of an arm, like Kevin, and one who was avoxxed in the raid, like Nicky’s boyfriend. They all learned sign language for him, so Andrew kneels on the floor and says hello.
The kid’s eyes light up when he realises Andrew can talk to him. The others get excited too, crowding around.
They ask him questions. He talks whilst he signs, keeping his voice low. He tells them what sunrise looks like from the capitol’s training tower, how to properly throw a knife, why you choosing your family is important, and protecting them even more so. Their eyes are as wide as saucers, drinking in every word. Andrew has always been good with kids.
He realises that the cameras have been trained on him and stops talking. The kids get sad, but then a nurse comes around to move Andrew along so that they can have their checkups. Andrew hoists himself up off the ground, ignoring his cousin as he comes closer. He has tears in his eyes.
“That was beautiful,” he says. “Neil would -”
“Shut up,” Andrew snaps, because there’s a lot of things he tries not to think about, and Neil is one of them.
His and Neil’s story is a long one. Andrew was in the 5th district, the fostered son of the mayor. He had a best friend, one he didn’t tell anyone about lest his older brother, Drake, discover how pretty Neil was. Neil’s mother was overprotective, hiding him away from the public eye, but together they would climb outside the district’s boundaries and play together in the woods.
Then Andrew met his biological family when Major Cass Spear was invited to the 12th district for diplomacy. He decided to stay. He was twelve at the time: he and Aaron entered the reapings that year. His cousin had three years left, but would never be voted in: he was also the son of a terrible mayor. When Nicky turned 18, Tilda died, his parents disowned him, and he looked after the twins for another 2 years before Aaron was reaped and Andrew took his place.
That year, a scrawny seventeen year old from the 2nd district, who wasn’t a career tribute, volunteered himself. It wasn’t until Andrew had met all the tributes in the capitol that he realised who that kid was: Neil, his childhood best friend, who was fulfilling an old promise of protection.
Andrew had hated him quite a bit for it: only one of them was meant to escape the arena. There were bets placed on how soon Andrew would kill him and how. None of them knew the truth. None of them knew that Andrew would rather die than kill Neil.
So, in the end, when it’d just been the two of them, they swore a truce. They fought against the capitol’s attempts at whittling them down till the capitol gave up. Andrew thought they’d beat the system: it took him a hellish victory tour, another trip back to the arena and losing Neil to the capitol to know that wasn’t true.
Neil. Neil, Neil, Neil. The other reason Andrew doesn’t want to be here. Neil’s back in district 13, recovering from his weeks spent being tortured at the capitol’s hands. The rebels weren’t given the chance to grab him before the capitol snatched him away. Andrew had paced grooves into the ground during his absence.
And when he came back? Well, Andrew would’ve rathered that Neil forgot him entirely. Instead they - his father, his worst nightmare and most talented gamemaker in the capitol - had turned Neil against him. Made him loathe Andrew with every fibre of his being. Enough so that he’d tried to strangle Andrew when they’d first been reunited.
He is better now, but still avoiding Andrew at every possible junction. Andrew inexplicably still wants to stay by his side. Abby says his memory will return with time. Andrew will just have to wait.
Nicky’s eyes go wide. “I thought you were going to sort things out with him -”
But then Kevin is yelling, sirens are wailing. The hospital begins to dissolve into panic. Andrew only has to hear someone yell “Bombs!” to understand, being directed out of the building. Someone’s trying to set up artillery to shoot them down. It’s too late. Andrew’s lot makes it out, but only a handful of patients are able to stumble out after them before the building explodes. Andrew looks over his shoulder as they’re running towards where their helicopter is descending. The warehouse structure has collapsed inwards. Those who hadn’t died in the explosion are being torn apart by shrapnel and debris. All those kids. Gone.
“Turn the camera on,” he murmurs, holding out his hands. The bomber planes aren’t turning around, but there’s a second fleet of carrier craft behind them, bringing peacekeepers by the dozen.
“Andrew,” Aaron says, stricken. The camera’s red light is already flashing.
“This is what you get for remaining neutral,” Andrew spat out, flinging a pointed hand behind him at the burning hospital. “Massacred. Think about that next time you assume the capitol will be on your side.”
He’s facing away from the carnage. It’s the only reason that he doesn’t see the peacekeeper aim and fire. He doesn’t even realise he’s been shot until the rest of him start screaming.
By then it’s too late: he’s falling, falling into darkness, wishing that he’d never involved himself in this stupid rebellion in the first place.
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He blinks awake and stares at the ceiling. District thirteen, being a burner district, doesn’t have many variations in its ceilings, but Andrew knows this one all too well.
He’s in the hospital.
His hands go to his arms: the armbands are still there, but they’re rolled down and his knives are gone. There’s a morphine drip in his left elbow and fluids in his right. He can barely feel his body.
“I have your knives,” says a familiar voice. Andrew has to be dreaming.
Neil’s appearance has always fluctuated: when they’d first met, his hair had been black and his eyes natural blue. During the games he’d started off with brown hair and brown eyes, but a lack of resources meant that he’d ended up forgoing the contacts and letting his roots grow out. He’d forgone the brown eyes but kept up with the dye till the second games, which hadn’t lasted long enough for any major changes.
Now he is fully and unequivocally Nathaniel Wesniniski, son of Nathan, scarring on his cheeks, arms and torso telling a narrative that is a hard-won fight. Nathan and his lackey Lola had both been killed brutally in Neil’s rescue. Andrew is glad.
“Hey,” Neil says, when Andrew isn’t exactly forthcoming. “How are you faring?”
“You’re not here to finish the job?”
Neil’s lips quirk. “Drama queen. Your suit was fitted with kelvar: there’s a lot of bruising, but you’ll be fine in a week.”
Andrew drops his head back down onto his pillow. “Dammit.”
Neil snorts. He’s in a good mood. Andrew can tell he’s still on edge, but he was always a paranoid kid. It’s not going to take some genial bedside manner to undo everything his father did.
“I know that everything they told me was fake,” he says, looking at the knives in his hands. “I have always been a jumble of identities and false pretences. This shouldn’t be news to you.”
Andrew just hums. He can’t even wiggle his toes. How the hell did they had stuff this strong down here? They were all eating onion slop rations but had morphine good enough to even send Dan into a spiral.
“I gave this knife to you,” Neil continues, holding up a sleek blade. Matte black. Andrew’s sharpest blade and perfectly weighted for throwing. “This was my mother’s. You must have been very special to me if I gave you this.”
“I hate you,” Andrew says.
“Are you sure?” Neil asks. “Because I’m not.”
Andrew just huffs.
“I remember...” he hesitates. “I remember us. Together. In your district 12 victory house, after the tour...then again, in the tower before the 75th games.”
Andrew stares at the wall opposite him. He really doesn’t want to have this conversation. “It didn’t mean anything.”
“I think it did,” Neil says, softspoken. He’s never soft-spoken. “My father - he couldn’t create new memories. He could only twist old ones. For me to hate you as much as I did, I must have really...You know. Lo-”
“Don’t,” Andrew says, because this a war and if he hears something like that fate will go against him. “I’m not your answer, Neil.”
Neil shrugs. “Okay.” Then, with methodical precision, he checks Andrew’s vitals, removes the needles and rolls up his bands. Then he slides the knives in place, fingertips briefly brushing over Andrew’s skin. Andrew, for some reason, lets him.
“Your last morphine dose was seven hours ago,” Neil says, settling back into his chair. “It’ll wear off soon. You were asleep for nearly 2 days, did you know? Aaron says the bruising is horrific. You probably won’t be able to move for another 3 days. But hey, at least all the districts are in revolt now. You getting shot on camera actually helped the cause...”
He chatters innocuously. Andrew listens. Neil’s still nervous, still schooling his bodily reactions of hatred and disgust, but he’s here anyway. Distracting Andrew from his own snare of a mind.
Maybe there’s goodness in this terrible, terrible world.
Maybe Andrew can have it.
He’ll just have to live long enough to find out.
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yeehawwww
#andreil#hunger games au#andrew minyard#neil josten#tw: canon typical violence#andrew is good with kids fight me#is that??? a love confession??????#all for the game
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Okay, so imagine this
Kaer Morhen is a place that little boys go to die, if they’re lucky, or they become witchers.
(In some ways, Strangers Like Me is what fucking ran thru my head literally all night last night. I wrote nothing, I could not sleep, and my brain SPIRALED all over this)
And somehow, despite the world beating him down and beating him down and beating him down and shelling him out over and over, he runs into an idiot bard who has no fear of him. Who slowly goes from thinking he’s a simpleton to realizing there is a man in there, a boiling seething lake of feelings and anger overtopped by a thick layer of ice. And the bard makes it his life’s mission to help him learn that he is human. (the whole fic idea is more Geraskier, but it has to START the development elsewhere)
he also bumps sorceress who teaches him love and anger and all sorts of other things -fancy table manners, philosophy etc. He has access to things with her he’d never have had in the keep. She teaches him how to eat chicken on the bone with a fork and knife (book canon), and all the other fancy utensils because he’s a person dammit and he should know that his napkin goes in his lap. He devours her books, and since she can read minds she can draw out the conversations from him. She teaches him how to have those conversations and those debates.
TWs for all the canon compliant fucking misery that is Geralt’s life. Child abuse, neglect, assault, etc.
Geralt is incapable of believing good about himself, or expressing himself normally or knowing what to do in social situations. He mimics, he copies, he attempts to replicate, but if the situation changes he isn’t sure what to do.
Trauma gives us 4 options. Fight, flight, freeze, or fawn. He knows how to fight, but sometimes it leads him to battles he’ll never win. Flight is usually safest. Freeze can also work well, but he doesn’t know how to fawn, no one’s praised him enough or taught him how to give praise or fake affection in turn. Usually, he chooses to freeze until he can assess better. If there’s no blades drawn, it is time to freeze.
( I am looking at this purely from a child abuse perspective)
He has no idea what to make of Yennefer. She is rage, and greed, and feelings, and luxury. She teaches him to fight back. She teaches him you can be angry and people will not always leave you. Some children/adults will do anything to please someone in hopes of affection until they feel safe, and they begin to test boundaries. And with Yennefer, he’s allowed. Neither one of them knows how to process emotions in a healthy way, not really. But if she wants to throw a jam jar at the wall -not at him, never at him. She doesn’t want to hurt him. She’s just angry and has to break something. Better the jar than herself. Or him. He learns to stomp and yell right back, to knock things off the dresser or desk. Maybe it’s not a good lesson, but it’s something.
She teaches him choice in bed. He’s never had choice in bed, he’s never made love. He has had sex. Voluntary, involuntary. Me for her, let the girl go, use me instead. He heals. He always heals. He can kill them if he wants to, but that raises more problems than it solves. Kaer Morhen has no women. He learns very little about making love there, either, feelings are forbidden. However, he learns to keep himself silent and still as his cock is stroked, he learns to not let the bed so much as creak the slightest bit, not the softest change in his breathing. He learns how to use precum as lubricant because there is nothing else, and while he doesn’t learn how to kiss, or fuck, he learns how to touch. There’s no kind of education like that. It’s control, management of pain, seeking approval from people who rarely give it.
Yennefer gives him approval. She gives him choice, and she teaches him to move his hips. She teaches him it’s alright to breathe through it, to beg for it, to twitch, it’s okay to want something for himself. He can’t reconcile it, can’t adapt well to it. But in bed, with her, he allows himself to be freer. It doesn’t translate for him, into other situations. His learning is contextual. He has trouble applying the lessons she tries to teach him to other social situations. He can fight back with her because she likes him. He can argue with her about books because she starts the conversation for him because he doesn’t know how. He is heinously smart, he can read, write, and speak at least three languages, he can synthesize information so quickly it stuns her. If he’d been chosen as a mage, if he could access the Source, he would set the world on fire.
She teaches him to say ‘no.’ It’s not something he knew he could do. Not outside of negotiating a contract. Most of his world is lived inside of his own head because he isn’t allowed to offer opinions unless someone asks. Other than contracts. There is a script, there are rules, he can say ‘I won’t kill that’ or ‘that’s not enough coin’ or ‘no.’ Those situations he can talk freely and articulately.
They experiment in bed, to a point. She can tell when he’s getting cagey and stops. She never makes him say ‘no’, never lets it get that far, because she knows he’ll freeze. When he’s vaguely curious about light bondage she simply tells him to see if he can even stand to put his palms on the headboard and not touch her. He can’t. He can’t stand it if she won’t touch him, either, when she offers to return the favor and see if he likes that edge of control. He doesn’t. She’s had other lovers, but none like him. None as broken and angry as she is. (The book says, it flat out says, they did not know HOW to be kind, but they wanted to be, and so they were, when it describes how they make love.) They try other things, some things he more tolerates than enjoys -the unicorn. But he doesn’t hate it, he just doesn’t prefer it.
He can’t admit to feelings, he can’t admit to loving her, and so she can’t tell him because he isn’t ready to hear it. He can’t believe any of it, and so she can’t say a word. Telling him would chase him out of her life forever. When he tries to share things with her, when he tries to push himself to describe any part of himself, she listens. She uses many of his failings against him when they fight, but never what he tells her in confidence and struggle and broken words. When he tells her ‘they botched it’ meaning they botched him, he’s worthless, not made right, and horrible, she tells him perhaps she is the same.
Eventually the fighting is too much, the frustration at themselves is too much. They can’t heal each other. What they need doesn’t line up yet.
They break apart and he travels again, happy to reunite with Jaskier. Not that he understands that feeling. But something feels ...easier, with the bard around. He tries on occasion to engage in conversations, just sharing a random fact or quote with the bard and Jaskier doesn’t realize what Geralt is doing for weeks until Geralt stops and he finally asks him what his quote of the day is. Geralt visibly perks and Jaskier finally understands what Geralt has been trying to tell him. He finally asks the right question and Geralt talks to him for hours, long after the sun sets, as animated as his training allows him to be, describing how he’s connected this human myth to an elvish historical event that is corroborated by the dwarves, he had to read it in Elvish, and also Dwarfish, but he can’t find a written version of the myth he’s only heard it spoken or sung.
Jaskier takes him to Oxenfurt and leads him in and out of guest lectures. They sit in the back so Geralt can hide, because that’s what he does. Don’t look people in the eye unless they tell you to. Don’t look up, don’t be big, don’t exist if you can help it. And he hides and scrunches in on himself, but he listens, and the bard lets him pore over libraries and scares off anyone who would complain at a mutant witcher touching precious tomes. Geralt is gentle, and careful, and sweet, and he deserves to read what he wants, he deserves answers to questions about the world he could never find in Kaer Morhen where his only training was how to survive as a witcher.
Jaskier teaches him how to answer the question asked, not just say what he thinks people want to hear. That’s not what I asked you. I asked what your preference was. He learns that Geralt was very much raised to believe children should be seen and not heard, in terms of himself. He doesn’t speak up, doesn’t offer anything unless asked. Not unless it’s about witchering, then he is allowed. And so he makes sure to ask. Are you hungry? Would you like to stop for the night, too? Does that hurt, it looks like it hurts. And Geralt learns to listen to the words, and he learns if asked, he is allowed to speak for himself. He doesn’t have to do what he thinks Jaskier wants. Unless prompted, around people, he rarely speaks, rarely converses, and just tries not to be terrifying. Keeps his head down, hood up, he doesn’t want to be hurt. He’s sick of being hurt. He’s sick of going hungry, he is sick of being miserable. And he has found if he is invisible, people leave him alone. He doesn’t get stoned, he doesn’t get beaten, he doesn’t get chased out for just wanting a bed to sleep in and a warm meal. If he doesn’t take up space, he can exist. Jaskier speaks for him, people think perhaps he’s a simpleton who the bard travels with, they don’t know the quick mind behind the eyes focused firmly on the ground.
It constantly breaks Jaskier’s heart. He has never seen Geralt smile. He has never heard him laugh. He has heard him talk with intonation on occasion, and usually only when reciting what he’s been told. He is an incredible mimic for tone and pitch and it astounds the bard. When he asks Were you even listening to me at all? and Geralt begins reciting everything he had said, with perfect inflection, since Geralt’s last one word response, perfect tone, perfect everything other than he doesn’t change his voice, his gravelly voice will never soar into tenor heights.
Children, ones who don’t know what he is, love him. Parents who don’t know, don’t see the swords strapped to Roach, they don’t mind the bard’s pet simpleton playing pat-a-cake with their children, they don’t mind them teaching him to make flower crowns. Or watching them draw in the dirt. The children never think he’s stupid, they like him all the more for knowing they aren’t, either. He lets them pet his horse, and boosts them into the saddle. He helps them reach fruit on tree branches, and pulls down prickly berry vines full of blackberries so they can gorge on the sweet fruit. Jaskier loves watching him with children, because he’s less guarded. He starts out small, makes himself so small, so nonthreatening, and when the children realize he’s happy to play with them, he relaxes. The tension leaves him and the villagers ignore him. Any adult stupid enough to want to play with children, to humor them, and listen to their stories can’t be right in the head. The bard’s assurances he won’t touch them or hurt them goes a long way.
He used to freeze and flinch and shudder whenever Jaskier touched him, because he could not understand. He still doesn’t. Emotions make no sense, touching for affection that isn’t between lovers makes no sense. Jaskier stays with him, so they must be friends. He’d admit it openly if asked. He doesn’t understand he loves the other man. He wouldn’t know that’s what he was feeling even if he was told. He feels nothing, it’s a scooped out shell, there is nothing inside of him other than sometimes anger. That’s why he had to leave Yennefer. She was the sun and he just reflected her warmth, he had nothing of his own to give back.
Patently untrue, but there’s nothing that would convince him otherwise and Jaskier doesn’t try. Geralt is ridiculously capable and educated, and wonderful and the bard does what he can to praise him when he can because he knows Geralt needs to hear it. No one praised him or loved him as a child. Hugs are still foreign and after years of them his first instinct is still to flinch. He will sleep comfortably draped across the bard, or with the bard curled into him. He doesn’t care about that. He doesn’t have the same personal boundaries other people do. If he’s cold, and Jaskier is there, he sees no reason not to share heat.
It had given the bard heart failure when they’d been sitting around the fire after eating and Geralt had just started pleasuring himself without understanding why that might not be socially acceptable. He’d offered to help the bard first. Not wanting to give Geralt another reason to be ashamed, or small, or scared, he had declined, and wondered in what world could a boy grow up afraid of being held, but feel perfectly comfortable jerking himself off in the company of others. What had been even odder was the witcher had continued their conversation as though this was normal. Hadn’t lost focus, his breathing had never changed, he hadn’t seemed to take much pleasure from his actions, and Jaskier couldn’t understand why he was doing it.
It had made his heart hurt in new ways. It’s a perfunctory action, meant to relieve an itch, not something for pleasure’s sake alone. Everything he does has function and reason and logic.
When they run into people Jaskier knows, and they want to talk to the white wolf, or see him, or bother him, Jaskier tells them to leave him be. He won’t talk to them. His poor witcher gains a bit of a reputation as being a tame monster, trailing his bard on a leash and killing monsters as directed.
When they’re low on grain for the horses, he goes to busk and see if he can drum up coin. When he comes back to pay the stablemaster, the last thing he expects is for Geralt to be paying with his body, a blank expression on his face as he braces himself against the door of an empty stall. He looks at Jaskier without any kind of shame, any understanding of what’s happening to him because he needs feed for Roach, and she needs a warm place to sleep out of the muck during the rainy seasons. Her hooves need to be dried out, he needs to borrow tools to clean the frogs and check her shoes. He might need the services of a ferrier. He’ll get a bit of coin for this and then some extra. If it isn’t sex with a lover, it’s just a transaction, what should he care? The bard escapes when he realizes only Geralt saw, and pukes his guts up into the gutters. He’d have tried to stop it, but the stablemaster was bigger than he was and he couldn’t take the risk the man would hurt Geralt.
The horses taken care of, Jaskier uses the coin he’d earned to have a bath drawn up and helps Geralt bathe until all trace of stable is washed away. He tries to ask, and when Geralt openly tells him it’s just better that way, he bites his tongue so hard it bleeds rather than reply or push the issue. He has coin, they’re fine, Geralt won’t need to do that again while they’re together.
He notices how the witcher gets thinner after, stress and shame eating his insides even if he won’t admit it. He’d been the heaviest Jaskier had ever seen him after living with Yennefer for a few years. Healthy. Shiny hair, bright eyes, enough meat over his bones to hide them. Slowly his spine creeps through his skin and the bard can count the vertebrae. It will pass, and he realizes he’s seen this pattern. This has happened before he just hadn’t seen. It passes, Geralt finds lucrative contracts, and his body fills back out.
They continue to work on what feelings are. Geralt remains baffled by the fact the bard will not bed him in any capacity, and doesn’t understand why they can’t share a little pleasure. Jaskier knows if he gives in, Geralt will never let it progress beyond more than just skin on skin. He’ll never understand it could be more. He has to wait, he has to keep pushing for the witcher to understand there is more.
They happen upon a town, and a small girl, perhaps three or four years old, picks flowers by the side of the road. There’s a house visible in the distance, but it’s awfully far for a small child to have wandered. Geralt immediately looks around for a dead body, half expecting to find the child’s mother dead in a ditch. Nothing. When she notices his hair peeking out from under his cloak as he crouches down to talk to her, she pushes the fabric off his head to twirl her fingers into his hair. He barely breathes as he asks her where her ma and pa are. She points at the house and said she wanted the orange flowers. He looks over and sees that while there are what seems like thousands of wildflowers much closer, none are the color she’s currently collecting. The child will be missed soon enough, he supposes as he offers her a seat on his shoulder. Before she accepts, she splays small fingers under his eye and he freezes, waiting for her to scream or reject him. She simply says ‘pretty.’ When he lifts her up, she tangles a hand back into his hair to help her hold on and keep her balance. She stuffs the flowers into her small apron -probably made more to humor her than for any practical purpose, and occasionally pats Geralt’s head and tells him again, his hair is pretty and he’s nice to take her home.
When screaming reaches his ears, he knows the little girl’s name is Ivana, and he tells Jaskier, “Make noise, her mother is in the fields looking for her.” The bard’s trained lungs will project far better than his will. His lungs are trained to breathe evenly and slowly in all things. He will endure if he keeps his heart slow and his breathing calm.
“Over here! We’ve found her!” Jaskier calls, his voice ringing stridently over the fields. He’s not sure how she could hear him from so far that only Geralt can hear her frantic calls, but all the same he sees how Geralt tilts his head and nods to himself.
They speed up, Geralt’s stride long and even as the woman comes pelting across the grass, crushing flowers, and her skirts hiked up over her knees to keep them out of her way. She gasps slightly when she sees Geralt and the brightly dressed bard, not sure what they will do to her or her daughter. She can see the swords on the roan mare. “I haven’t coin, please don’t hurt her,” she says.
Jaskier feels Geralt shrivel. “We just saw her picking flowers and knew she’d be missing,” he explains. “We don’t want coin. Not for returning a toddler to her mother,” he protests. When she reaches out for her child, and Geralt obliges by leaning to hand her off, the girl shrieks in displeasure.
Geralt freezes, one arm half coming up to ward the mother off, but unsure. Why wouldn’t she want to go back? It’s Jaskier who saves the situation by laughing. “I see she’s gotten quite attached,” he tells the anxious mother. “Here, Ivana, come down, he’s very tired and he’s not a pony. You brought flowers for your ma, didn’t you? You can’t show her very well from up there,” and holds out his arms. The girl allows Geralt to pass her over, and he swiftly deposits her on the ground where her mother relaxes immediately. She shows the flowers, and offers Geralt one.
“Are you a witcher?” she asks.
“Yes,” Geralt says, careful not to open his mouth too much. His teeth are a bit too white, and his canines a bit too sharp. Not fangs, but some people choose to see them that way. They’d grown in sharper when he’d lost his baby teeth, he’d seen plenty of other humans with teeth like his, but against his pale skin and yellow eyes, the effect was more noticeable. More monstrous.
“There’s a wyvern, my man, when he gets back from ploughing, he can show you. I see Ivana has taken to you. If you’ll watch her while I bundle herbs, I’ll feed you both lunch.” She isn’t afraid of witchers. “We don’t have much coin, but there’s a bounty on the beast, you can turn it in, if you travel up the road a bit. In the mean time, I can offer you a place to sleep, some feed for your horse, and a meal in a few hours once I’ve finished my tasks.”
Jaskier knows Geralt is well pleased with the idea just from the shift of his shoulders. “Geralt’s a wonderful babysitter,” he smiles. “I can help you with the chores, I’m sure. Just put me to work. My name is Jaskier, that is Geralt, and you are?”
“Oh gods above, I’m so sorry, I’m Melina.” She reaches out to shake Jaskier’s hand and the bard accepts warmly, but when she tries to do the same for Geralt the bard gives her a look and she drops her hand. Odd. “Ivana, you mind Master Geralt, or I’ll give you such a hiding you won’t sit for weeks, do you hear me?”
“Yes, Mama,” she promises. “I will show him where to put the horse,” she says proudly and Geralt makes a ‘lead the way’ gesture at her with a little bow that makes her giggle. He takes Roach’s reins from Jaskier and follows the girl child to the barn.
“He won’t hurt her?”
“No, he’d die in her defense in a heartbeat.”
“But he can’t shake hands?”
“He wouldn’t know that’s what you wanted,” Jaskier tells her. Not sure if that makes it worse or puts her more at ease. “You don’t seem much afraid of him, considering how we started.”
“Witchers help people,” she smiles faintly. “My pa would have died long before he met my ma if not for a witcher who saved him on the road. Took a bad rake across his face, though, the witcher. My Pa taught us, even if we don’t know much reading or writing, history turns. People used to trust witchers. Then they tried to kill them all. And they’ll trust them again. Any man willing to risk dying to save others can’t be all bad.”
“That is what I’ve been saying.” He glances up to see the black-clad witcher come back into view with Ivana swinging his hand happily. He can’t hear her, but he knows she is chattering nonstop.
“Is he... simple?” she asks softly, watching as her daughter teaches Geralt a new clapping game he hasn’t seen before. He seems to be devoting all his energy to the game.
“No,” Jaskier breathes. “No, he’s brilliant,” his heart aches. “Will they be alright out here, your man won’t come home and try and beat him with a stick?”
“No, Roddy would never. He’ll come from the back fields as is. My Roderick is a good man. How could he hit your Geralt for playing with our daughter?”
“People have done worse for far less,” Jaskier says bitterly. He has no idea why he’s sharing with her. Perhaps months on the road of people being truly horrible to Geralt have made him desperate to talk to someone who isn’t. Someone who is kind.
“I see.” She shows Jaskier the herbs she’s drying, some to sell, some for home remedies. Vegetables to jar and pickle, and hundreds of other small tasks made near impossible by having a small child to mind. “My boys help their father in the fields, so that he can work on other tasks once they can manage the rest.” As the bard gets the knack for how to tie the herbs, she watches him a few seconds. “So what’s wrong with him?”
“Nothing,” Jaskier protests. “Nothing at all,” he aches for Geralt. “People, people are the ones who are wrong. He does everything he can to not draw attention. The less he talks, the less he moves, the less people notice and the less likely they are to-” His head snaps up when he hears a husky chuckle from outside. “Your man early?”
“No, he doesn’t laugh like that,” she says.
“Who the fuck is that then?” he demands, peering from the small window. Ivana is pointing at something dramatically and stamping a foot and he realizes the laugh is Geralt. His heart squeezes and he blinks rapidly. He hadn’t known Geralt could laugh. Not in all the years they’d been travelling together. “Oh,” he gasps, the wind knocked out of him.
“Let them be, if she starts to have a true tantrum I’ll rescue him. It’s about time for her to nap, she’ll be fussy soon enough.”
“Eh, he’ll be fine,” Jaskier tells her, rubbing at his eyes with a knuckle. “He’s faced worse than a grumpy toddler before.”
“Perhaps, Master Jaskier. But he cannot swing his sword to stop her from inconveniencing him.”
“He would never. Although, he might turn tail and run in here, seeking rescue,” he tries to turn the conversation somewhere else.
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kay so ive been taking prompts from my instagram and
why would you tell me not to kill one and if i do to bring him back please you’re taking all the joy out of writing >:(
anyways lets get into it <3
(tw: small mention of domestic abuse)
(disclaimer yes i am a kandreil shipper :))
andrew is cursed in the same way blue was sort of where if he tells someone that he loves them they’ll die (yes i changed it a bit)
but instead of doing the whole 'you're cursed zap magic' thing (bc i don't think it'd fit very well in the aftgverse) im gonna try something else
andrew had some pretty shitty foster homes when he was young
but the worst one was a small house by a family-owned ice cream shop
he remembers the ice cream shop very vividly. it was where he went when his foster mother was out working or drinking. it was where he went to feel safe.
he was pretty young, maybe 4 ? 5 ? impressionable. in that stage where santa claus and the boogie man were real, where hiding under a blanket protected you from nightmares. (he learned pretty quickly that hiding under the blanket did not protect you from anything.
he was bashed and battered with fists and words, words that cursed his very being and proclaimed that to love him was to die.
he was so young
he was only a child
and he did what children do best
he believed
there was a time when he doubted
another foster parent, a run down house made beautiful with love and mismatched furniture
the road to healing is rocky and dangerous, but easier to traverse when you have someone behind you
finally, he let himself love
he let his foster mother in, little by little, and he thought: maybe im not a curse
and he said: i love you
the day after, she died in a car crash
the car brutalized
her body brutalized
his heart brutalized
coincidence? he says out loud at the entrance of another foster home. because it needs to be said. because lies always become crystal clear when said out loud.
bc of this he's never directly expressed love for anyone and he tends to distance himself from people just to make sure there's 0 risk of him causing someone's death
but if he does care for someone he shows this through actions (no i love yous because that's what he believes caused his foster mothers death)
he's always had people he's cared about, people he's wanted to protect and keep safe
but ever since the car crash, hes never had anyone hes wanted to say i love you to
until
[enter kevin day]
the first person that consumed him was kevin, the boy that sought him out in high school with desperation in his eyes, raving about a sport that had made andrews days in juvie a little more bearable.
the man that always appeared on television with a cardboard smile stamped onto his face, always a step behind riko moriyama, always hiding in his shadow.
the man that inexplicably made yet another appearance in andrews life, this time with a shattered hand and a plea for help.
the man that pushed and pulled andrew just enough to get him through another day, another week.
and then neil, so different from kevin and yet so alike, as sudden as a gunshot, as tantalizing as death.
the boy that's as invested in riko and kevin as andrew is.
the boy that is impenetrable and distrusting, the boy that lets no one in.
at first andrew thinks he's safe. as long as neil doesn't let anyone in, that means andrew won't have to let him in. and kill him.
aha sike. turns out neil is the trusting-no-one-but-andrew-minyard-and-kevin-day type
the three of them form a twisted complicated pyramid; each side leaning against the other two. immovable. strong. inseparable, unless andrew deliberately pushes himself away when the feeling ballooning in his chest is too much.
(although he will always get pulled back in. the gravity of neil and kevin is too strong for andrew to stay away.)
he promises to protect them because that's what he does for the people he cares about.
but falling in love is a whole other ball game.
andrew is so afraid.
afraid to love them, afraid to let them in.
he knows he can't allow it; every time he thinks of how much he feels for them, he remembers the car, the shattered windows, the pieces of glass tipped with blood.
but andrew is only human.
even if he tells himself not to fall in love, the heart and body tend to ignore the mind.
he let’s himself be selfish
the hard press of kevin's lips against his, the gentle tug of neils fingers threaded through his hair, a hand clamped against neils neck and the other gripping kevin's arm.
that is all andrew allows
he doesn't mind if kevin and neil go gallivanting off somewhere on their own (s a f e l y; if those idiots get taken by the yakuza it would be extremely inconvenient for andrew)((andrew: dammit now i have to save them from the mafia
nicky: you don't have t-
andrew: no im gonna)), even if it prods unpleasantly at a sensitive point in his heart. if they're happy, hes happy.
(well, not quite happy. satisfied is the proper word. and he supposes that's the most he can ask for.)
he doesn't tell them about the nightmares. the dreams of fire and blood and twisted metal, of fists and a curse and a small, dark room. more often than not neil will wake to find andrew sliding out of his bunk and going to the kitchen for a bowl of ice cream.
neil won't pry, but he'll wake kevin and they'll join andrew in the kitchen, standing on the other side of the counter from andrew with their shoulders pressed together, a reminder to each other and andrew that they are there for each other.
and then neil disappears. like a dream. like smoke.
andrew took his eyes off neil for one second, and neil vanished in the crowd of angry fans.
they search and search but neil is gone.
all they find is neils exy racket lying on the ground in pieces, broken from the stampede of fans.
andrew whispers, the words dredged from a desperate, vulnerable place inside him: i love you. neil, i love you. come back to me. come back to kevin. come back to us.
the next day, the fbi tells them that they found neils gym bag. it was covered with tire tracks and spattered with blood.
they couldn’t find neil.
and the pyramid falls.
the grief and guilt and heartbreak andrew feels is unparalleled. never has he felt so broken. never has he felt so dirty. he did this. he did this.
kevin insists neil is still alive. lost and floating, but alive
but andrew knows better.
his nightmares get worse. sprinkled in with the mauled car and heavy fists is a shattered exy stick, a gym bag dripping blood, an unreachable figure with red hair and a slash of a smile.
andrew spirals.
he refuses to speak to anyone. even kevin. he'll stay with kevin and press his palm into the side of kevin's neck, his pulse grounding andrew and keeping him in the here and now, but he will not speak.
cabeswater brought gansey back right and i feel like the one closest to magic would be renee (thank you neils jortventures fairy magic huzzah) except she doesn't use magic.
so remember how she was affiliated with a gang when she was young
there was a member of the gang that continued to reach out to her, especially once they escaped from the gang a little after renee did
renee did respond to their messages, but she tried not to initiate conversation because they were part of her old life and she was living and loving her new one.
essentially she was nice enough not to cut them out completely.
unfortunately the kid got caught up in another gang that was closely associated with the butcher of baltimore
when nathan dies they text renee about how their gang is in pieces because the butcher is dead.
renee isnt there to receive the message right away (she and andrew were sparring, as they were keen to do now that neil was gone and andrew was out of sorts) and kevin is the one to catch the word butcher when the notification pops up
he scrambles for renees phone and sees: the butcher is dead.
he is so relieved because the butcher, the man kevin always had to fear and avoid, is dead
and then he starts to think
neil’s father was the butcher. does this have something to do with neil? was the butcher the one that took neil? if the butcher is dead, does that mean neil is still alive?
it’s a bit of a stretch, but kevin is willing to believe anything if it means that neil is alive
he tells andrew
he doesn't expect andrew to do anything but he still wants to tell him, just so that andrew will know, just so that kevin himself can taste the words.
kevin asks renee if they can reach out and she's like wtf y'all doing going through my phone but she understands how hard it hit them, andrew especially, and if it'll help them she'll go along
they meet up with the kid
renee seems nice enough, but andrew can tell how strained she is by the way she keeps cracking her knuckles one by one
they get the info from the kid about a red haired blue eyed cut up burned kid
kevin is distraught about the cut up burned part
andrew is close to vomiting from a whirlwind of relief (they never said he was dead) and denial and fear for neil
he refuses to get his hopes up; he said the cursed words. he saw the blood on neils’s gym bag. he saw the shattered exy stick. (or was that a dream? his nightmares and reality are so tightly interwoven he can hardly tell what's real)
the kid warns kevin and andrew that the last time they saw neil was in the basement and that the probablity of him still being there is relatively low
kevin makes a sort of impatient gesture at the kid and they bring kevin and andrew to the house (renee stays behind; she made a lame excuse about needing to make a phone call but she just wanted to give them space, either to reunite with neil or grieve their loss a second time)
from the outside, it’s a nice looking house and it doesn’t look threatening in the least, but andrew knows how deceiving appearances can be
once they go inside everything is in shambles. the couch overturned, the tv screen cracked in multiple places, ceiling plaster and pieces of porcelain all over the counters and dining table
the kid points them to the basement
kevin is the first to go down
andrew is surprised mainly because kevin is usually always so careful
andrew follows more warily, afraid to find nothing, afraid to find neil; afraid to have his heart broken all over again, afraid of the prospect that he has wasted his entire life living a lie.
he reaches the basement to find kevin wrapped around a small beat up, bruised, burnt, and shivering lump.
neil is hurt and bloody, and it drives a stake through andrew’s heart, but the fact that neil is breathing and alive alive alive causes a different kind of pain, the unique pain of relief and sorrow and love swirled together.
kevin is stroking neils hair and very obviously trying not to have a panic attack and andrew goes to them
sits down
both kevin and neil look up at him, and andrew watches as some of the fear and pain in their eyes fades.
he can feel the words bubbling up and he wants to say them, to scream them, but they are stuck inside his throat, twisted around his tongue.
it is a language andrew has taught himself to unlearn.
the road to healing is rocky and dangerous, but easier to traverse when you have someone behind you
it’s even easier when you have two people behind you, people who have seen what you have seen, people who make an effort to understand you.
andrew eventually does say it.
the words, no longer cursed, are still clumsy and fall in a messy jumble at his feet
but there they are, light as a cloud, heavy as a storm:
i love you
#aftg#all for the game#aftg hc#aftg headcanon#aftg headcanons#kandreil#kandreil hc#trc#bluesey#this wasnt supposed to be angst#and then it turned into kandreil angst#and honestly im not complaining
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This is my favourite AU so you’ve come to the right place. >8))))) I’ve put detailed answers underneath a read-more.
How are they?/What are those mages up to?
The number of Kinloch Hold’s refugees have thinned by the time they reach Haven’s gates. There are those who stayed at Kinloch rather than brave the roads; there are those who defected to either side along the road; and there are those who perished en route. By the time the former Knight-Commander and the former First Enchanter reach Haven, they are not only without institutional support, they are also “short-staffed”.
Cullen and Bree arrive at Haven determined not to be a burden, but an asset: Templars to fill out Inquisition ranks, Mages to assist with healing, Tranquil to assist with enchanting. That said, there are mage children to be cared for, their own injured, and their own elderly who need attention and care alongside Haven’s other refugees. Lacking the usual personnel (i.e., an entire working Circle), Bree argues that the Knight-Commander ought to reach out to the families of the children to see if there are any parents who desire to reunite with their children. Cullen argues that the Mage-Templar War has caused too much chaos for the location of potentially dispersed parents let alone the the safe delivery of any child.
At Haven:
The Knight-Commander renounces his title and proclaims that he and his are Templars no longer to keep in tune with Canon!Cullen. He additionally suspends Harrowings, albeit against his own desires. (I want some of that wariness and distrust of Canon!Cullen to still be present for Knight-Commander!Cullen. Instead of a steep, sharp about-face anti-mage attitude as a result of trauma, I want a slow entrenching of opinion as a result of the usual Templar experience--failed Harrowings, hunting apostates, discoveries of blood magic use, etc.)
Bree adapts to Haven faster than Cullen does. She starts experimenting with non-mage clothes as her canon-self does and is comfortable socialising outside the Circle.
Cullen adapts quicker in word than in deed and feels out of place. More than that, he feels directionless. He gamely attempts the heavy Inquisition armour, but quickly sheds it in favour of the armour he has worn for the majority of his life.
Prior to Morowa eventually allying with the rebel mages, I was toying with the idea of a possible War Table mission. The scenario is thus:
Cullen feels he is duty-bound to seek out the Templars and serve in the Order to the best of his ability. He and some fellow loyalist Templars go out to join the Lord Seeker, unaware of what lies in wait. While Morowa attends the rebel mages in person, the Inquisition forces (chosen either through diplomacy, subterfuge, or brute force) accompanied by some volunteer Kinloch tag-alongs (mages eagerly looking forward to kick some Templar ass, former Templars who miss their buddies, etc.) go to Therinfal Redoubt, which in turn leads to a jailbreak quest. If I can save Jowan in this AU, I can save Barris too, dammit!
Post-Morowa allying with the rebel mages, I was thinking about:
Some of Bree’s policies as First Enchanter--e.g., attempting to engender pride in their Circle--have totally backfired with the new presence of other mages from other Circles.
Some of her current policies as Former First Enchanter have also backfired. In an attempt to acclimate her mages to “real world” life, she deliberately assigned them “non-magey” apprenticeships to the cooks, blacksmiths, farriers, masons, carpenters (*cough*Blackwall*cough*), etc. of the Inquisition. It was absolutely abysmal for everyone involved.
Cullen going cold turkey with lyrium and guiding his former Templars through the process as well if they so desire.
Who is watching their Mabari puppies?
As far as the mabari from this post are concerned, my immediate thoughts were that Cullen would be inclined to think of these dogs as a tactical advantage for his Templars in the execution of their duties, namely in the hunting of apostates. I want Knight-Commander!Cullen in this AU to be stuck in the same old Templar thought patterns that Canon!Cullen is in DA:I. (Like, for example, when Canon!Cullen insists there be a Templar present in the room when the Avvar “abomination” meets with Inquisition scholars.)
I also headcanon that Cullen would not be accustomed to looking upon mabari as pets (i.e., a creature kept for love and amusement alone) as we might because we know that Fereldans keep dogs primarily for what they are able to do, particularly with regards to Ferelden’s war hounds. (Obligatory Doggy Disclaimer: that’s not, of course, to say that they are therefore unloved. It merely seems to me that modern, Western attitudes towards dog-ownership might not be 1:1 with Fereldan attitudes towards dog-ownership. I could absolutely be wrong in this interpretation!)
In addition to all this, I maintain DA:I’s canon that Cullen only has a mabari pair with him during Trespasser. What I’m taking so, SO long to say is that I’m setting a scene in which a man who is accustomed to looking at these dogs as the mighty war hounds of his nation, now finds that these very same dogs are bonding with mages left and right (young! old! Marcher!! Orlesian!!!) and are, for the lack of a better, more contemporary word, becoming the equivalent of therapy dogs. That man can sit and stew until Trespasser to finally bond with a mabari who he can train in tactics to his heart’s content.
ANYHOO THIS JUST GOES TO SHOW BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH (or in this case, ask) FOR. >8V
#DA AU#First Enchanter AU#Bree#Bree Amell#Cullen#Cullen Rutherford#this is SO SO SO long and i am SORRY#but you think YOU think about this au a lot??
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Because peeps on my dash are hooked on the Deltadi ship and have got me hooked too, here's a basic outline of how Delta Dawn and Dickory got together in the Gumdrop AU! It also calls back to my other Trolls headcanon posts so you might wanna read those before this one. Putting under the cut because this is looooong!
All his life, Dickory had been told that one day he’ll meet that special someone, he’ll experience certain feelings, of love and intimacy. But Dickory just...never felt it. He felt love for his family but romance? Sexual feelings? It never came to him. During his teenage years, he did feel like he was broken. He felt pressured to start his first relationship, telling himself feelings would come. It...did not end well. In fact, you could say it made him feel more broken than ever.
But then the avalanche happened. Due to the mass loss of yodellers, many of the young adults were pressured to marry and have children quickly to increase numbers and save their culture. In fact, it became a new tradition for yodellers to marry as soon as they turned 18. The only one to refuse this was an 18-year-old Dickory. He may have been shunned a little for his decision (which made him feel worse about his lack of sexuality) but he honestly didn’t have time to think about that anymore. His was still a kid who parents literally just died with a baby brother left behind to take care of. He had no time for marriage, he’d say to the other yodellers. His brother needed him and that is totally the only reason why he couldn’t marry. Throughout his life, Dickory would continue to feel stress and sadness, not knowing about being ace/aro and still believing there was something wrong with him. But at least he has Hickory and his new bounty hunting job to distract him.
Anyway, TWT happened and as soon as Delta found out that Hickory was really two trolls disguised as one country troll imposing on her beloved town, she had them arrested and put on community service for a unspecified amount of time. So she and Dickory did not have the best start in the slightest.
Hickory was soon made to do a report on Pop Trolls and left for Pop Village (and thus beginning his own romance with Poppy and Branch but that’s another story). Dickory was made to stay and do humiliating duties (like clean up after the livestock) while enduring the mockery of the locals and the ridiculously high heat. The only good/kind of less worse thing he saw in this was the fact that Delta’s niece, Clampers, was strangely drawn to him. She would nag and ask him questions about why he has two legs, what are those stumpy things on your hooves and can I bite them? Annoyed initially, he soon warmed up to her as she reminded him of Hickory when he was a child. Their friendship reached a point where they even started playing together. Delta witnessed this one day and maybe, just maybe, her heart may have melted. But only a little.
One day, after a restless sleep, Dickory decided to take a walk about town in the early hours of the morning. His was surprised when his keen ears picked up on a faint, mournful song from the cemetery. He found Delta singing with tears in her eyes to the grave of her sister. After awkward small talk, they both open up about the loved ones they've lost and how it changed them. They found their experiences to be remarkably similar (Delta lost her sister in a mining accident and was left to raise her daughter) and from that point on, they began to grow closer.
Over the next several weeks, Dickory began to actually care about the Lonesome Flats community and his service became a lot more voluntary and a lot less punishing. He would help the elderly, fix up anything that needed fixing, even learned how to herd up the livestock (although his first attempt was a complete hilarious disaster that Growley Pete just loves to tease him about). The locals soon began to think of him as one of their own and gained their respect, in turn gaining Delta's trust.
Delta and Dickory's friendship grew in that time too. In the beginning, she would order him to do certain task or else she would make him do something much more humiliating which used to tick him off. Now, she would ask him or else she would 'threaten' him to make him clean out Growley Pete's hooves, which he would respond with a sarcastic comment with a smile. They were pretty much very buddy-buddy. But the locals weren't blind to the underlying romantic tension between them.
Delta absolutely knew she was having romantic feelings for Dickory but she was at first hesitant. Country trolls are the type to take romance on head first and confidently but she was afraid of scaring him off so decided to bide her time for the right moment. Not exactly made easy when her parents totally shipped them and would try everything in their power to embarrass Delta enough into confessing.
Dickory, on the other hand, didn't know what to feel. Sure, he liked Delta now but she was just a good friend to have a drink and a laugh with, throw sarcastic comments at, arm wrestle with, share personal and past trauma history with, stare at and wish to touch her stupid big beautiful hair, want to hold close to-uh oh!
Suddenly it was like he was a teenager again but this time it was different. He liked her but it can't be THAT kind of love. It didn't exist for him, remember? He couldn't feel that love for anyone because he never did and it would never happen. She's a friend you care a lot about and that's it. Besides, even if there were feelings (which there weren't), it would be best if nothing happened because come on, she would never want someone who didn't like...well, y'know.
Basically, Dickory's in denial pretty hard.
Anyhow, the country trolls have a pretty big shindig one evening where there's plenty of dancing, laughing, drinking and fun. Both Delta and Dickory were having a great time but just as buddies, right?
However, at one point in the early hours of the morning, they found themselves alone together and Delta, in a drunken stupor with all logic thrown out the window, confesses and boldly kisses Dickory. And then she passed out.
In the days following, things were very awkward. Delta remembered the kiss and was horribly embarrassed for being so careless. She decided it was best if they actually sat down and talked about it like adults. Only problem? Dickory was now deliberately avoiding Delta. He didn't want to ruin the friendship they already had but he also didn't want to have the conversation he knew was inevitably coming.
Finally, a frustrated Delta decided to f this and confront Dickory head on. A huge argument blew up between them (which temporarily cleared out the town) which culminated to Delta demanding to know why he doesn't want to be with her and Dickory yells back 'BECAUSE I'M BROKEN, DAMMIT!'
Silence.
After the shock, the pair of them calm down enough for Delta to gently encourage him to explain further. Dickory shakily and tearfully admits his unresolved negative feelings about his asexuality, the yodellers pressure on him to marry, how much its affected him and how wrong he's truly felt all these years and yet he somehow has feelings for Delta that he doesn't understand and how he can't be the man she wants him to be or give her what she would ultimately want.
Shocked, Delta tells him that she's sorry she ever made him feel this way but she only wants Dickory to be himself and if being himself means that he can't give her certain things then that's okay because she loves him just as he is.
But Dickory, still confused, emotional and a stubborn old goat, decides this is the best time to run off and return home.
Heartbroken, Delta writes to Hickory that his community service is up and he is free to return to his home. She tries her best to continue her duties as mayor but everyone can tell she greatly misses Dickory.
When the brothers reunite back to their homes, they also try to move on as normal but both of them have a lot to think about in terms of the things they went through recently (again, Hickory had his own romantic shenanigans going on as well). One night, the two of them talk about what they went up to in the past weeks and realise that the other has experienced love and are too stubborn to admit it. They even have a big sibling argument about it. I mean whose dumb enough to not look past their own insecurities and see that they are loved and they love them back and they shouldn't let the past hold them down in finding happiness and - oh, I see what's happening here!
Anyway, its agreed upon that Hickory and Dickory should return to Lonesome Flats and Pop Village to confess their feelings to their respective loved ones and not see each other until they do or someone's ass is getting beat (y'know, normal sibling pact stuff).
So
In true spaghetti western style, Dickory returns to Lonesome Flats. He stares Delta down from one side of town to the other, locals watching with baited breath. He yells to Delta for the whole town to hear, that he was an idiot for running away and that he wasn't sure how they were going to figure things out in the future. But he's here now, he's not running away anymore and he loves her too.
Delta, without saying a word, storms up to Dickory, picks up up from under the arms and gives him a great, big, long overdue smooch to the cheers of the townsfolk and the cries of 'FINALLY' from her parents and niece (meanwhile, Growley Pete starts collecting bets).
Anyhow, Dickory moves to Lonesome Flats, eventually marries Delta, adopts Clampers as his niece, is fully content with being demiromtic/asexual, yada yada, happy ending, mwah! (I am a master of storytelling)
#trolls#trolls world tour#dickory#delta dawn#deltadi#trolls headcanons#gumdrop au#dreamworks trolls#dickory x delta#delta dawn x dickory
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He's just too much — Part. 2
A/N: heyy guys, thank you for all the compliments about the first one so here I am, with part 2 of this fic! I'm thinking about a part 3 so, let me know what you guys think
Pairings: Michael Gray x reader
Warnings: a few curse words
Summary: Michael Gray is just too much for (Y/N) to not fall in love with him
Word count: 2234
Part. 1 Part. 3 Part. 4
"Well, well, well, look who's prettier than ever", John's voice echoed through the kitchen when you entered the room, making everyone that was there stare at you instinctively.
All the Peaky Blinders had been reunited to a formal event at Tommy's house, that had the intention of gathering money for his foundation for children. He had been hesitant to do this because the last time he tried the same thing, Grace, his wife, had been killed, taking a bullet that was meant for him. That destroyed Tommy for a long while but now, he was decided to let it all in the past and you couldn't be more proud of him.
As it was a formal party, you all had to dress properly so you had bought yourself a simple but beautiful black dress, that fit perfectly on your body and made you feel good. Truth was, that you hated using dresses. Being raised by a single father, since very little you realized that man's like clothes were so much more practical and comfortable. You always could be found using leather pants, boots and a white shirt. But in that day you couldn't escape your fate. You had promised Tommy to go, and so you would.
"Shut up, John", you said, blushing a little under the looks of all those men. You tried to ignore the fact that in the back of the room, leaning agaisnt the white walls, was Michael.
He was doing that sexy exotic thing again, the french inhale. The same thing he had done when you went to his house, looking for Polly. The day where he had kissed you and left you alone and feeling more confused than ever. It all had happened two weeks ago and since then, he had been doing his complete best to stay away from you and taking the hint of someone who clearly didn't want you around and regretted what had done, you stayed away. Gladly. You had decided that you wouldn't be pursuing this feelings, not anymore. Not after all the pain it had been causing you. So you ignored the way his eyes rested over you right now, and pretended he didn't even existed.
"Hey, I'm not mocking you. You're really very beautiful", John said with a gentle smile looking you up and down, clearly amazed by seeing you wearing female clothes for once. You smiled back to your friend, thanking him with only your eyes for trying to make you feel more confident and he winked at you, in a way that made you feel more than safe. You loved that idiot with all your heart.
"(Y/N) is dressed to impress", Arthur laughed while taking a sip of the glass he had on his hands, never losing the chance to tease you when he could, just like he would do to a younger sister. "Anyone you're planning on taking back home with you tonight, honey?"
Rolling your eyes at his words, you laughed while jumping a little and sitting up in the kitchens counter. "We'll see, Arthur. Who knows whom I may meet in this event"
"Oooh, someone's on fire tonight", the oldest Shelby brother said and everyone in the room including you laughed. But with only a quick glance to Michael, you saw that he didn't. In fact, he looked even more serious than before.
Fuck him, you thought to yourself angrily just in the moment where Tommy entered the kitchen, looking extremely handsome in his formal clothes. His expression was stern, and you knew that all his courage was being putted on making that event happen.
"Alright, you all know what you can't do. I've talked to Polly and she will be here as soon as it all begins to help me take care of everything", the black haired firmly stated, looking briefly but intensevely at every single person that was on the kitchen. "Just behave yourselves and it all will... (Y/N) why the fuck are you in my counter?" he asked with his forehead frowned, his bright eyes fixed on yours.
"I like the view from up here, Tommy" you said shrugging, secure that an answer like that coming from you would make him laugh, and it did. You felt proud of yourself in that moment for being able to make him feel a little better.
"Right, just don't stay here when the event starts, or I'll come and drag you out there myself" he gave you a warning playful look and only when you muttered "fine, dammit", he smiled again. "You're beautiful" he said afterwards making you smile brightly and with one more look to everyone, he left.
"Alright, who wants to do some smoke on the yard before all those fancy rich bastards get here?" John suggested and all the boys quickly agreed, making their ways to the kitchen door. Turning to you, he raised his eyebrows. "Want to finally give it a try, love?"
"I'll pass" you said in return and for knowing you so well, he was already expecting that response.
"See you later then, love. Save me a dance" he said and kissing your cheek, left with the other boys.
When you looked up, you saw that after all, you weren't now alone in the kitchen. Michael had stayed back, and was watching you with his eyes fixed on every part of your body. Allowing yourself to admire him for a moment, you realized that he was as handsome as ever, with a blue suit that made his blue eyes look even more bright.
Before you could think of an excuse to leave or something to say to start a conversation, he got rid of his cigar and walked towards you. You held your breath, already panicked, remembering all that had happened the last time he approached you when you two were alone. As much as you tried to deny, you wanted him again. Wanted him to kiss you as roughly as he did for the first time. Wanted to feel his hands on your hair, gripping at it firmly.
You watched completely still as he stood in front of you, getting between your legs and looking up to your eyes as you were taller than him from above the counter. Without any ceremony, his hands found your waist and with one quick movement, he got you standing in front him; now you were the one who had to look up, as usual. Your bodies were completely smashed against each other, your back pressed to the counter where you had been sitting before.
"You really look even more beautiful today" he said, his voice deep and serious.
You thought about saying something, thought of hopefully bringing up the night where he had kissed you and maybe get an explanation from him, but again, he didn't give you the chance. He just let you go like nothing had happened and walked out, leaving you again, breathless and annoyed. And above all, confused.
"I'll talk to Arthur, see if he hasn't been drinking too much. You'll be ok on your own?" John was still holding your hand, you two had just shared a dance together.
Tommy's house was full of rich important people, who he hoped would make donations to the foundation by the end of the night. You had been doing your best to smile and look pleased and as far as you knew, you had been doing a great job, because they had been smiling kindly at you either. Maybe, not all the rich people were bastards. Just maybe.
"I can take care of myself" you said to John, who smirked by hearing your words.
"Yeah, I know you can" he then let go of your hand and walked away, searching for Arthur between many strangers. You silently hoped, that he would find his older brother soon. If Arthur got drunk, things could go incredible wrong.
You were about to go talk to Isaiah, who was standing in a corner of the room as alone and looking out of place as yourself, when you saw something that made your heart shrink in your chest.
Michael was talking to a rich girl, that was wearing a glistening golden dress that matched the color of her blonde perfect hair. She was extremely beautiful, you couldn't deny that. And Michael apparently thought the same thing, because of the way his hands found her waist and how his mouth curled into a smile in her direction. He whispered something and her ear and she laughed, already head over heels for him.
And that hurt you. More than you imagined it would. Yes, you had seen Michael with other women since you met him but that was in the time he ignored you; the time where he didn't show you any emotions. Now that he had, you felt jealous. You felt pain, because you wished to be the one in his arms again. To be the only one that he would hold. But clearly, he didn't feel the same way.
You saw them brush their lips together in a kiss and without being able to hold back your emotions tears started to fall from your eyes, running through your face. You quickly ran out of that room, your vision clouded with tears. Suddenly, you collided with a heavy chest. Looking up, you saw Tommy. At first he looked confused but seeing the tears in your face, his expression became incredibly worried.
"(Y/N), what happened?" he asked, his hands on your arms, caressing them in a gentle way.
"I-I... I don't want to..." you stumbled in your words, trying to hold back the tears but you couldn't. All the feelings you had repressing were suddenly in the open.
"It's okay, it's okay" Tommy brought you close to his chest and hugged you tight, knowing that the best was to not make questions at the moment. You cried in his suit, feeling safe in that familiar spot, right there. He was family, the brother you never had, and his presence made you feel a little bit better. Taking only a step back to be able to look you in the eye, he cleaned the tears from your face his with thumbs. "Don't move, I'll just give some instructions to Polly to carry on the event and then you and me are going to be alone, ok?" when you nodded, lightly, he kissed your forehead. "I'm going to take care of you, little one" and with those words, he went into the room you had just left.
You stood there in that cold empty hall, avoiding a few peoples gaze that ended up to fall upon you when they passed by. You just wanted Tommy to come back soon and take you with him somewhere only you two could be. If someone could make you feel better, it was him.
"What you're doing here alone?" that deep ans stren voice filled your ears and turning around almost instinctively, you met Michael's eyes with yours. When he saw the tears in your face, something crossed his expression but you couldn't tell what it was. "You saw that" and by that you knew to what he was referring to. You waited, but he didn't say anything else.
"What the fuck do you want me to say, Michael, huh?" your voice was high, you could feel the hurt and anger pumping in your veins fastly. You wanted to beat him. Wanted to make him feel the pain he had been causing you for so fucking long. But you wouldn't, because after all, you loved him. And that was the pure unfortunate truth. "That yes I saw you kissing that blonde? That yes that's why I'm crying?"
"But why would be crying by seeing me with someone else?" he stated in return, his voice also raised in a higher tone. His jaw was clenched and his eyes were glued to yours.
And after hearing that, you laughed. A genuine laugh that expressed all your resentment. "Seriously Michael, can you be that stupid?"
"I don't know what the fuck you're trying to say, (Y/N)! You fucking said that you were going to my mother about some guy that night! So why are you crying like a bitch about seeing me kissing someone?" he shouted those words and all of them hurt you, every single one hitting you like bullets.
"You are the guy I was going to ask device about, Michael!" you shouted back, you're voice almost cracking completely in pain. "I'm in love with you bloody idiot but you never gave me a chance! You never even thought about making conversation with me! You just ignored me since the day we met and I hate you for that!"
When you stopped talking, you could see the impact that your words had on him. His expression, before angry and serious, was now breathless and schoked. There were tears forming in his eyes, making the blue in them seem a little less bright.
"What's happening here?" Tommy got back and looked at you two for a few moments, assuming a defensive position by your side, as always.
"Nothing" you responded, taking a deep breath. For some reason, seeing the tears in his eyes, made you feel even worst. "Me and Michael were just having a enlightening conversation"
Tommy grabbed your hand, and you happily let him take you away from there. Away from Michael.
#michael gray fanfic#michael x reader#michael gray x reader#michael gray imagine#michael gray#michael imagine#Michael fanfic#peaky blinders fanfic#peaky blinders imagine#peaky blinders#x reader#fanfic#imagine
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An Unforgettable Reunion
The Inu Gang, Sesshomaru’s pack, their children, a resurrected Toga and Kirinmaru were having trouble beating an old rival of Sara, Hebimaru.
Inuyasha grunted, “Dammit! Nothing works on this guy!”
All of them were getting tired as Sesshomaru was on his knees Hebimaru taunted, “So this is the family and fiance of my rival? You’re all pathetic! No wonder she died too early and by the most shameful death as well! She couldn’t even live longer to meet her half-breed of a brother!”
Something in Sesshomaru snapped as he muttered, “sister” he blocked an oncoming attack with the sword his sister gave to him, the Bakusaiga. He remembered the times when his father was too busy ruling the lands to train him and his sister was the one who taught him everything he needed to know to protect not only himself but those he cared for as well, he hated, no resent it when demons and humans alike insult and degrade his sister in front of him, he will and always protect his sister’s honor, dead or alive.
There was one clear memory, the day before his sister’s demise when he was training he heard some of his father’s warriors talk about her saying that she’s a disgrace and that she’s a useless hybrid since she isn’t a full-blooded dog demon or a full-blooded deer demon. That night when he found his sister wearing a normal kimono in her garden he dashed to her, “Sister! What is a hybrid?” He remembered her shock before it turned to that of sorrow as she knelt down to hug him close to her.
At that time, my sister cried for my sake… yet she carried on her duties not for the clan, but for me, she cried knowing that I might never will be the heir to the Western lands.
Sesshomaru, with a newfound rage he shakily stood up and harshly glared at Hebimaru, “It doesn’t matter if she was pathetic or a great warrior” his eyes turned red as he growled, “I will never forgive anyone who dare insult my sister’s memory” Sesshomaru lunged at the snake demon, “That’s why, for her sake and honor, I will not be slain by scum like you!” All of them were shocked when the attack Sesshomaru sent took effect, successfully breaking Hebimaru’s armor.
Sesshomaru raged as he delivered an onslaught of attacks, “This is for my sister, and this, is for insulting all of the sacrifices she had done for the Western lands, for her mother, our clan, our family and for me!” No one had ever seen Sesshomaru this angry before, he was usually calm and collected during a battle but it seems that Sara’s death must’ve made an incredible impact in his life.
Towa, “This is the first time I’ve seen dad get that angry.”
Setsuna nodded in agreement, “Aunt Sara must’ve been very important to him.”
Inuyasha and his daughter, Moroha shivered a bit in fear with Toga and Kirinmaru had the look of regret, knowing that they unintentionally contributed to Sara’s death. Hebimaru screamed in agony as the attacks were so painful he couldn’t move, his eyes widened in fear when Sesshomaru landed in front of his crumpled form as the aura around the InuDaiYokai resembled that of the Shika no Taisho. Hebimaru didn’t even notice before it was too late as his head was beheaded by none other than Sesshomaru who had a satisfied look in his eyes, “And this is for calling her a pathetic hybrid.”
With all of the adrenaline gone, Sesshomaru dropped to his knees, bakusaiga clattering beside him as the grief he bottled for centuries burst, his twin daughters and his father tried to comfort him but to no avail couldn’t help him as the haunting memory of his sister’s almost unrecognizable corpse flashed in his mind. Feeling wind pass behind him, he paid no mind to it but his eyes widened in shock when he felt the familiar scent, embrace and voice of his sister.
Sara, “It’s alright brother, sister is here now.”
Sesshomaru turned and there she stood in all her glory, armor and all, it seems the heavens did listen to his prayers and gave her a chance. Without wasting any more time he hugged his sister tightly as tears of joy flowed down his cheeks as Sara soothed him like how she used to when they were young. Seeing his daughter resurrected, Toga immediately joined the hug, muttering words of praise and apologies to his eldest children for the pain he brought.
After letting each other go Sara simply nodded at Inuyasha who nodded back, Sara turned her attention to Kirinmaru who was still frozen in his spot before he took a step towards her with Sara doing the same. As the two lovers slowly approached the other as if they were afraid that they will wake up from a dream before they ran towards each other meeting at the middle, Kirinmaru captured her in his embrace, twirling them around taking in her scent and warmth with the thoughts She’s alive, by the gods above, she returned repeating in his head like a mantra. Both of them let out teary smiles, finally reunited with the person they love.
#Shika no Taisho#Inuyasha and Sesshomaru get's a sister#Moroha Setsuna and Towa's Aunt#Kirnmaru x Oc#Kirinmaru#Inu no Taisho's daughter#Yashahime#Inuyasha#InuHime#Female oc#Second chance#Sara#a bit of an OOC character
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soooo... black. a friend recommended it to me months ago and I finally watched it. overall, it was pretty awesome!
- I was loving it up until maybe the last couple of eps? whenever it started getting overly plot-twisty. some of the twists worked and were great, others were too much - I was rolling my eyes by the time the top-level bad guy was revealed. Like really? another one?
- obv saw the black being joon 'twist' coming from the start. i mean is it truly a kdrama if they didn't meet as children? but is it only me that thinks 444 just being a random grim reaper would've actually been awesome
- ok but ha-ram never learns* that black is 1) not moo-gang 2) is a grim reaper or 3) is actually joon. And also 4) why she can see the shadows or 5) that her dad was a reaper? feel cheated about that tbh
- why would anyone change their name to moo-chan
- I liked the twist that black's partner was in Leo's body all along, but uuuh. why did ha-ram never see the shadows inside leo or her dad?? I'm pretty sure neither wore black the whole time to hide it. ur telling me as a kid she saw the shadow following her dad when he was gonna die but all those years growing up she somehow missed the other one that was always inside him?? make it make sense
- I just watched kingdom so I thought I was immune but no. some of the gore was way too much for me (there's only so many brains splattering everywhere that I can handle i guess) 🤢. maybe cuz I binged it in 3 days
- that escaped mental patient/killer for hire dude was scary. I hated his horrible laugh and his hat and for an old man he could RUN
- crazy dog!! 😭😭 I always enjoy seeing kim won-hae in a drama and was super sad when his character got killed like that. rip
- big lol at the "cctv footage" of black leaping off the cliff at the end-- where tf was the camera that recorded that footage😂? (would've been useful if it was there 20 years ago amirite joon)
- ok....for me this drama's WORST crime was the old people makeup at the end. I didn't even mind that black got erased (why certain things got changed because of it makes no sense but whatever! kdrama logic) but ha-ram and leo as old people in those dumb wigs was hilariously bad. I guess it was supposed to be a touching scene, I dunno, i was too busy laughing. why not just use old actors ffs. ha-ram turned young again when she died and reunited with black anyway, so why not pull a titanic and cast an old actress instead?
when it was good (which was most of the time!), black was AMAZING. Once it got going I really thought it might become one of my favourite kdramas ever, but then the rushed plot-twist-packed ending and the fact that ha-ram never learned the truth* let it down, so maybe not. I'm still processing.
Anyway I still highly recommend this show! the only thing I knew about it going in was that many ppl hated the ending, so I was prepared for the worst. I wouldn't say I hated the ending (just those wigs), but it just got soooo ridiculous. If they'd 1) kept the ultimate bad guy as that congressman rather than whoever the next level guy was (at this point I'd stopped caring, was it the mayor of mujin?) and 2) used old actors for that final scene instead of shitty makeup, I would've been pretty much fully satisfied
* i guess ha-ram DID learn the truth from fake-leo's story at the end? but that doesn't count! I wanted a dramatic confrontation dammit!
#ocn black#black#kdrama review#kdrama#블랙#that old ppl makeup at the end REALLY got to me can u tell#this is a long post sorry#jmo#kim jae young#go ara
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I Know They’ll Love You
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: None
Relationships: Finnpoe
Characters: Finn, Poe Dameron, Shara Bey, Kes Dameron, Original Characters
Additional Tags: Fluff, Meet The Family, Domestic Fluff, Siblings, Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Finnpoe week 2020, soft, Cuties
Summary:
They stepped into a little mudroom, equipped with a washer/dryer set, a coat rack, and a bench that served to hold shoes. There was still a door between them and the rest of the house, and Poe bumped their shoulders together affectionately. "You ready?"
"Yeah."
Poe stepped through the door and cupped his hands around his mouth. "Mami! Papi! I'm home!"
Aka: my entry for Finnpoe Week 2020 Day 1: High School au or Meet the Family. I chose meet the family! This is just soft, self indulgent family fluff :)))
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Finn wrung his hands, looking out the car window at the rows of unique Victorian houses that formed the historic district of Poe's hometown. Kes and Shara, Sebastian, Illiana and…. Shit what was the other sister's name... Eleanor? Elizabeth? Elisa? You can't keep forgetting, dammit.
"Elena," Poe said, jarring Finn from his thoughts.
"How did you-"
"You were muttering a bunch of E names, I guessed from there." He reached over, pulling Finn's hands apart and flitting his eyes between the road and the crescent marks where Finn's fingernails had dug into his skin. "Relax, you're going to be fine."
Finn relaxed, only slightly, the tension in his shoulders easing a bit as Poe brushed his lips against each mark. He closed his eyes and surrendered to his other senses, focusing on the sound of the radio, the smell of the air freshener, the touch of Poe's calloused hands against his. Deep breaths and reassuring thoughts rendered him somewhat more collected than he had been, although the jeering of his insecurities persisted in the depths of his brain. Finn did his best to push them away, looking at the house they were pulling up to.
It was a large Victorian with a quaint front porch, painted pale yellow with accents of rich green and white on the shutters and porch beams, respectively. A large oak tree took up most of the front yard, providing shade for the picnic table there. If Finn closed his eyes he could almost see Poe as a child, swinging on the tire swing attached to one of the sturdier branches, or chasing fireflies around the yard in the dim light of dusk.
Poe pulled into the driveway which sat to the left of the house, following it all the way to the back gate of the white picket fence and parking in the shade of a small storage building. The backyard was just as quaint as the front, a little trellis arch covered with flowering vines sitting just behind the fence gate.
As he went to step out of the car, Finn took one last deep breath in, steadying himself. Poe must have heard him because he reached over to take Finn's hand once more, squeezing it tight.
"They're going to love you," he said, voice sure.
"You don't know that," Finn mumbled, looking down at his shoes.
"Self depreciation isn't a good look on you, honey," Poe said softly, "and I do know, without a doubt in my mind, that they will love you."
"How?"
"Simple," Poe smiled at him, the kind that made the corners of his eyes crinkle just a little. "Because I love you."
"Sap," Finn muttered, but he smiled and leaned over to kiss Poe, deeply touched by his words. He cupped Poe's cheek, stubble tickling at his palm, and whispered, "thank you."
"No problem sweetheart. C'mon, we can leave our bags in the car for now," Poe smiled, hopping out of the car and coming around to lead Finn under the trellis and up the pathway.
They stepped into a little mudroom, equipped with a washer/dryer set, a coat rack, and a bench that served to hold shoes. There was still a door between them and the rest of the house, and Poe bumped their shoulders together affectionately. "You ready?"
"Yeah."
Poe stepped through the door and cupped his hands around his mouth. "Mami! Papi! I'm home!"
Finn found himself in a little sitting room, a foyer of sorts, with a couple of chairs sitting astride a bay window looking out on the little garden in the side yard. A large staircase was straight ahead, with a doorway to the kitchen to its right, and an opening leading to the living room to its left.
"In the kitchen mijo," a woman's voice came from further within the house, but before they could go to check it out Poe's youngest brother came hurtling down the stairs, slamming into him.
"Poe!!" The little boy- Sebastian, six years old he remembered- wore spiderman pajamas and little frog socks, slipping on the hardwood floors.
"Sebastian!" Poe grinned, ruffling his hair and balancing a little tray of finger foods in one hand as Sebastian clung to his legs. "You're getting tall, squirt."
Sebastian nodded, running over to the wall beside the staircase. "I am! See?" he pointed at the little pencil marks.
Another set of footsteps thundered down the stairs, and he saw one of Poe's two sisters- Elena, thirteen, he thought- come into view. She skipped the last two steps and stopped right in front of Poe, taking the tray of finger foods from his hands with a devilish grin. "These look great!" she exclaimed, running off (hopefully to the kitchen) with them.
Finn heard the third and final sibling- Illiana, eighteen, he reminded himself- before he saw her. She was upstairs shouting down to Poe, something about a video game. "Oh my God dude I FINALLY beat that zombie boss dude in Earthbound," she said, prompting a high five from Poe.
Finn stood back, away, off to the side. He felt a little awkward as Poe reunited with his siblings, but he reminded himself to breathe, Poe's words coming back to him. "Simple. Because I love you." It came as a reassurance as he watched them, a small smile on his face. Elena was grinning wide, showing off the new color of her braces, Illiana was recounting the events of the game she had been playing.
Finn felt a sticky little hand tugging at his own and looked down to see Sebastian staring up at him. "I like spiderman," he said, and pointed at Finn's Avengers shirt with one chubby finger. "Who do you like?"
Before he could answer though, Elena noticed him. She gasped loudly, "ohmygosh, is that Finn!?" She looked him up and down in the terrifying way that only a thirteen year old could, her eyes glancing over his worn out converse high tops, cuffed jeans and tee shirt before settling on the leather jacket around his shoulders. "And is that Poe's jacket!?!"
Illiana perked up at that, looking up from her phone, deep brown eyes studying him. It reminded him a lot of Poe. "Oh my god, it totally is!" She knocked her shoulders against Poe's and said something in hurried spanish that made Poe turn as red as the Nikes he was wearing.
"Illiana, I heard that!" A man's voice came from the direction of the living room that Finn got glimpses of, just past the stairs, and now it was Illiana's turn to blush.
"Sorry Papi!"
"Mis queridas," a woman appeared in the doorway that presumably led to the kitchen, dish towel slung over her shoulder. "Leave the poor boy alone, won't you?"
"Mami!" Poe turned and crushed her in a hug.
"Oh, mijo, let me look at you," she said softly, holding Poe at arms length and tipping his chin up. Poe wore a proud smile, standing almost at attention.
Finn watched as her eyes scanned Poe's face, analyzing them. Those eyes, deep brown and filled with kindness, with love. Poe had his mother's eyes. The same gentle expression, the same crinkled corners when she smiled, and oh, that smile. Poe had his mother's smile, proud and just a little mischievous. He had her curls too, and her nose, her posture, her unwavering gaze. Poe was his mother's son through and through.
"And you must be Finn," Shara turned that kind, motherly smile towards Finn, and he suddenly felt very warm.
"Yes ma'am," he nodded, holding out his hand for her to shake.
Shara waved her hand dismissively, instead going in for a hug. "None of that formality mijo, call me Shara."
Oh. He looked briefly at Poe over her shoulders, and he flashed Finn a grin and a thumbs up before Finn gave in to the hug. Shara smelled like Jasmine, sweet and comforting.
When she pulled away she looked Finn up and down as she had dine with Poe. "You are a very handsome young man," she said softly, "and there is kindness in your eyes."
Finn felt himself blush and ducked his head, "thank you."
She gave a short nod, then turned back to her children. "Now go, go," she shooed them out of the foyer, "I have cooking to do."
The living room was large, with a couch, two arm chairs, a coffee table and an entertainment center, along with some end tables and another bay window, facing out towards the front porch. Against one of the open walls sat a long, thin table with tall backed stools, almost like a bar. A man sat on one of the stools, his jaw set in the same determined way Finn often saw on Poe. He was focused on a puzzle, the box propped up against the wall displaying the picture, a bunch of marvel comic book characters from the big names to the lesser known ones.
"Come look!" Sebastian grabbed Finn's hand, pulling him over to the table. He scrambled up to get in the chair beside his father, "papi! Show him the puzzle!
Kes helped boost him up then slid the seat closer to his own. "Alright, alright," he ruffled Sebastian's hair, who was excitedly rattling off the names of all the superheroes he knew.
"That one's spiderman! And that one's Miles, he's spiderman too! And that's Gwen, she's spiderwoman! And there's Captain America and Iron man and Black Widow, and Thor!" He turned back to Finn, a wide smile showing the dimples on his chubby little cheeks.
"That's really cool," Finn said, mirroring the boy's infectious smile.
Kes slipped out of the chair and crushed Poe in a bear hug while Finn studied the puzzle, resisting the urge to fit some of the pieces in. He felt Poe tug at his hand, fitting their fingers together perfectly, and Finn turned around to face them.
"This is my boyfriend Finn," he said, introducing him. "Finn, this is my dad Kes."
Kes smiled, a familiar kindness in his eyes, and reached out to shake Finn's hand. "It's nice to meet you Finn. Do you like puzzles?"
Finn chuckled softly, "do I? Yes, I love them," he replied, glad that talking with Kes felt so easy.
"Good, come help me with this one, it's kicking my ass." Kes returned to his chair, pulling one out for Finn to join him.
Finn turned to Poe, who grinned widely and placed a kiss on his cheek, "love you," he murmured.
"Mm, love you too," he whispered back.
* * * * *
As the evening sun slipped lower in the sky they all sat around the dinner table, chatting over desert.
"So Finn," Illiana started, sitting down her fork, "what are you studying?"
"Illiana," Poe warned, reaching out under the table to take Finn's hand.
"Relax, it's not an interrogation," Illiana smiled, "just a friendly question."
Finn squeezed Poe's hand as if to tell him it's okay, and took a breath. "I'm an art major," he replied. It was terrifying to say it out loud, Finn never knew how people would react.
But Shara smiled, Kes squeezed her shoulder, and Illiana nodded. "Cool man, she's an artist too," she said, nodding to Shara.
"Really?" Finn turned to her, intrigued.
Shara nodded, pointing to a painting that hung on the wall opposite them. "That's one of mine. Do you have any pictures? I'd love to see your work," she said, her kind smile washing away any doubts he had.
Finn took out his phone and opened the camera folder of his art, handing it over to Shara. She squinted at the images for a moment before Kes grabbed her reading glasses from the counter and handed them to her with a kiss on her cheek. Finn watched in anticipation as Shara swiped through the pictures, a gentle smile on her face.
"These are lovely," she remarked. "Your parents must be so proud."
Finn froze, and Poe placed his hand on Finn's knee. It hurt, the thought of his parents, but Finn could get through it. He wouldn't let their opinions dictate his life. "My, uh," he swallowed thickly, "my parents don't exactly approve of my choice to pursue an art career, or my other, um, lifestyle choices for that matter," he said, feeling the tension grow in the air.
Shara reached out over the table, taking his hand. "Oh, mijo, I'm so sorry."
"It's okay," Finn replied, "I've come to terms with it."
Shara nodded, squeezing his hand once before letting go.
That night they headed up to Poe's old bedroom, where they immediately fell into bed.
"It's just a full," Poe said, pulling Finn flush against his chest. "Hope you don't mind."
Finn leaned back into the curve of Poe's body, his hand finding Poe's where it rested on his stomach. "Don't mind at all," he murmured. He felt Poe's lips brush against the nape of his neck in sweet unhurried kisses, breathing in deeply.
"Told you they'd like you," he said, and Finn could feel the slightly smug smile on Poe's lips against his skin.
"Yeah yeah, you were right," Finn admits, turning his head back so he could kiss his boyfriend properly. He reached up to card his fingers through Poe's hair, smiling when he let out a soft, content hum.
"I really think they like you," Poe whispered against his lips.
Finn kissed him a little while longer, happy with the gentle slide of Poe's lips against his. When they pulled away, he reached up to brush curls away from Poe's forehead. "I like them too. They're a little strange, but I like them."
"Strange," Poe chuckled, "yeah, they are. Just wait 'til you meet the rest tomorrow."
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We Were Only Enemies Before We Truly Met
Anon asked: Could you please do a fic of the queens now a days where Anne has a panic attack (it doesn’t have to be that bad if u don’t want it to be) and maybe one of the queens helping? U can decide where!
Hopefully this is what you wanted anon, and I hope y’all enjoy. Asks are always open, and comments are gladly accepted. Apologies for any spelling/grammatical errors. Also, yes, this is a Halloween fic written in the middle of March, I figured we could all use a little spoopy holiday spirit.
Writing Masterpost
Trigger Warnings: Panic attack, bad Halloween costumes, one (1) rabid Kat.
Anne Boleyn did not like to appear weak or helpless, and that was something she had lived by in both this life and her past life. She was known for making jokes about her beheading with the other queens, and she never let any of history’s words deter her from being herself. Anne Boleyn was strong and smart and brave. But she was also human.
It started out simple enough, Anne had gone out to get another pair of heelys after her last pair broke, walking out on some of the more empty streets. She had a light skip in her step as her eyes shined at the prospect of being returned to her gold chariot of turning wheels. It wasn’t quite evening yet, but the sun had started to set and pedestrians started to thin out as they headed home to their families. It was Halloween time and the majority of people she passed were carrying bags of store bought candy, occasionally followed by a whining child begging for sugar. Anne had texted the others where she was going (at least she hoped so, her mind was off on Cloud 9 imagining being reunited with her heelys again), but otherwise she was practically all alone.
Turning the corner of a particularly long street, Anne came up next to an alleyway by a Halloween shop. It was one of those single dollar type stores that popped up for a month and then disappeared, it’s flickering sign more spooky than the actual decorations. Moving past the Halloween shop, Anne suddenly jerked back in surprise when a bloodcurdling scream came from the alley, followed by the sound effect of something being sliced. Someone came stumbling out of the dark corner and when Anne could finally make them out, she had to choke back a scream of terror in her throat. The person was holding their bloody head in their hands, the neck a severed prop above them. The hands holding the head and the neck were obviously cheap plastic, and the paint posing as blood was chipping, but the damage had already been done.
All air had left Anne’s throat as she stared at the costumed person. They had started laughing after seeing Anne’s shock, but the voice faded out in a blur of white noise as Anne’s chest started to clench. Forcibly pulled back in time, Anne could almost feel the executioner’s blade on her neck, burning away at her skin. Grabbing her neck in pain, Anne started to claw at her choker. Vaguely, she could see her aggressor grow concerned and take a step forward, and that was all Anne needed to regain her senses. Instantly hyper aware of everything around her, Anne took off in a sprint, her body taking over her mind.
As she ran, her surroundings morphed into memories that (no matter how fast she tried) she couldn’t outrun. She saw young Elizabeth asking for her, she saw Henry ordering her execution, she saw the crowds of people cheering for her death. It was a miracle her body was getting enough oxygen to function, much less run from the Halloween shop back to the queen’s house. But the next thing she knew, Anne was ripping open the front door and bolting up to the attic, locking the door behind her. Collapsing onto the floor, Anne curled into a ball as her muscles tensed and spasmed. She barely heard the surprised voices of the other queens over her panic, and they faded into a dull roar.
Every breath was painful, as if it went in her mouth and out her neck, never reaching her lungs. She was stuck in the final moment of her death, her scar burning with the most unimaginable pain. So many reminders of the trauma she had endured came boiling to the forefront of her mind, trampling any positive thoughts that may have been able to soothe her.
“Anne? Anne, can you hear me?” It was undoubtedly one of the queens, but in Anne’s state of panic, she couldn’t identify the voice. “Anne, please open the door so I can help you.”
It took a moment for Anne’s mind to process the request, and then another for her to get her body to respond. With shaky movements, Anne’s hand moved up to the door knob and pulled on it weakly, just enough so that the door would open a sliver. Without a second of hesitation, in stepped Catherine of Aragon, a concerned look upon her face. “Anne…” but she trailed off, unsure of what to say to the distressed queen before her. Quickly making a decision, Aragon got down on her knees and pulled Anne into a hug. At first Anne resisted, pushing at the arms, but eventually she relaxed into them and allowed herself to be held.
“Breathe with me,” Aragon said quietly. With her mind in a haze, Anne could only instinctually do as Aragon asked, copying the rising and falling of the other woman’s chest. They stayed like that for a while, both silently breathing and letting the tension of the room dissipate slowly.
As she came back to her senses, Anne couldn’t help but feel ashamed. “I’m sorry,” she told Aragon.
Furrowing her eyebrows, the Spanish princess asked, “What for? It’s okay to have troubles.”
“No it’s not,” Anne shot back. “I’m Anne Boleyn, the jokester. I’m not weak. I can’t be weak.”
Rubbing her hand up and down Anne’s arm in an attempt to be soothing, Aragon struggled to find the right words. For so long she had resented Anne, but seeing her like this made it impossible for Aragon to hold onto her negative feelings. Anne was just as hurt as she was, likely more, and in all honesty, Aragon couldn’t bring herself to hate Anne like she had in the past. “Having emotions is not weak. We all have our traumas. Do you think Kat or Jane are weak?”
“No.”
Smiling, Aragon explained, “And neither are you, Anne Boleyn. Everybody has emotions and you don’t have to suppress them all the time.”
Shrugging, the beheaded queen stood up and moved across the room to her bed. She sat down on the edge of the bed and put her head in her hands. “I shouldn’t have freaked out the way I did. It was only some kid playing a joke.”
Aragon stood up as well, but she didn’t step forward. “What did they do?”
“They jumped out at me wearing a cheap Halloween costume. Fake blood and a severed head. I panicked and I -” much to Anne’s frustration, she choked up once again. Thinking back to it sent fear that she couldn’t control through her entire body.
“A costume in poor taste I’m sure,” Aragon grumbled. “Anne, please don’t blame yourself for panicking. I mean, remember when Kat nearly punched Anna in the face when she -”
“When she brought that giant dog home without warning. Kat was freaked, but then she refused to let the poor thing go,” Anne smiled fondly at the memory.
“Even the smallest of things can trigger bad memories.” Aragon’s eyes were hopeful, praying that she had gotten through to Anne.
There was a moment of silence as Anne contemplated Aragon’s words. She let her eyes slowly wander upwards until she and Aragon were making eye contact. The Spanish princess’s eyes were nothing if not welcoming, a sight Anne wasn’t expecting. “Why are you helping me of all people?”
Opening her mouth and then closing it, Aragon floundered for a proper answer. Migrating over to Anne’s bed, Aragon sighed and sat down next to the younger queen. “You know Anne… I never truly hated you as much as I thought I did. We’ve had a bad past but… we’ve been reincarnated for some reason, and to keep resenting you for something that happened so long ago is selfish. There’s no reason why I can’t help you, so I will. It might seem hard to believe, but I do care about your wellbeing Anne Boleyn.”
Her words were not what Anne expected to hear. Perhaps something like helping the beheaded queen because it would make her look better, not because she genuinely wanted to. Fiddling with her hands, Anne shyly offered, “For what it’s worth… I’m sorry what happened, happened. I didn’t mean for it all to get so out of hand.”
“The past is the past,” the Spanish princess said. “Right now, I’m here for you Anne. As long as you need me.”
In a moment of impulse, Anne launched herself into Aragon’s arms and hugged her tight. The older queen was surprised at first, but she sunk into the hug. “Thank you Catherine. Just… thank you.”
Aragon said nothing, but she held Anne tightly to her chest. “If anything like this ever happens again, I’m here for you Anne. We’re all here for you. We love you Anne.”
Pausing and pulling back from the hug, Aragon was met with Anne’s trademark mischievous smirk. There were still tear tracks on her face, but the familiar light had returned to Anne’s eyes. “You loooove me?”
Rolling her eyes, Aragon played along with the cheeky queen. “Now now, I didn’t want to tell you because I knew you’d get all full of yourself.”
Dramatically, Anne pretended to be hurt by Aragon’s words. “How you wound me, Princess Catalina. First a proclamation of love and now an insult to my worldly honor?!” Aragon lightly slapped Anne’s arm, causing the two of them to start giggling like children. Eyes going wide, Anne groaned in annoyance. “Dammit, I forgot my heelys!” She smacked her forehead and made an array of frustrated sounds. “Now I have to wait until tomorrow to get them back. What am I supposed to do without them? I can’t keep walking around like a peasant.”
Slowly, Anne turned her head towards Aragon, a curious glint in her eyes. “No Anne, I’m not going to carry you on my back until you can get your heelys.”
“But you do it with Kitty!” Anne complained.
“Yes, because she’s at least twenty pounds lighter than you and a teenager.” Grumbling good naturedly, Anne shot the older queen a fake glare. But soon enough a grin grew back on her face, revealing her true feelings. “Are you ready to head back down with the others?” Aragon asked with a small smile, a warm and inviting expression Anne would have never imagined seeing before today.
Nodding, the younger queen stood up from the bed. “If I don’t go down there now, who’s going to eat all the chocolates?”
“Anne that’s not what I said -”
“But it’s what I heard ~” Anne replied in a sing-song voice. First wiping the tear tracks from her face, the beheaded queen happily exited the room followed by Aragon. Anne made her way down the stairs, practically taking two at a time. Reaching the bottom of the steps she spread her arms and announced, “Boleyn has returned!”
This was immediately followed by a loud, “Annie!” from Kat across the room. Before she could even register it, Kat had slammed full force into Anne, knocking her back until they were a heap on the floor. Aragon was staring at the cousins in utter shock whilst Jane looked concerned for their safety and Anna simply stifled a laugh.
Grinning broadly, Anne embraced her cousin as they lay on the floor together surrounded by the other queens. Cathy came into Anne’s line of sight, standing over her with a mug of coffee in one hand and a book under her arm. She quirked an eyebrow up and stated, “I guess it isn’t a family reunion without someone almost getting hurt. I’m glad you’re okay, Anne.”
All the Boleyn girl did in response was shoot Cathy a wink.
#six the musical fanfiction#six the musical fanfic#six fanfiction#six fanfic#anne boleyn#catherine of aragon#katherine howard#she's a minor character but#I should probably tag her still#panic attacks#anon ask#oh yeah i forgot to add#its Halloween#in the middle of March#whoops
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Family reactions to the breaking balance:
Bataille felt the inevitable coming, he could feel the Earth spirit dying in his veins. It was just a matter of time until the affect caught up with him. This was a moment of decisions, what could he and a Charlotte die from the rapture of balance. "Charlotte! Let's get drunk and eat bacon!" He shouted as he swung open the fridge in all seriousness. He took out on of the beers that Ezra kept in there and opened the can without a care. He took a big swig of it, cringing at the flavor. "Ugh..that's disgusting..." He shrugged and kept drinking. "les dieux ne saignent pas" he mumbled
Zoran glanced up at the sunset, not sure what will happen to her if the balance broke. She was uncertain and her heart breaking. She turned to Familiar, fearing the worst. "Familiar...I hope I'll be an angel this time...if I die...but what if I don't? Will you leave me? Will you leave this mess of world behind? I don't understand any of this..but..I think we are going to lose this time. I...I don't have hope that Kaitlyn will save us.."
Ezra and Adrian were out on the patio, being there for support but hope was draining from them as it was from everyone else. They were sharing drugs to numb the pain. Staring out into the oblivion. There was barely an ounce of hope left in their hearts. "les dieux ne saignent pas" they both muttered through their foggy thoughts
Melody had slight affects to this, holding Clementine as she wailed loudly. The poor baby did not understand what hopelessness meant but she felt it as well. Melody groaned, not knowing how to fix this emptiness.
Kaitlyn tearfully stared on in horror of what she was witnessing. How did things get so bad so quickly? “Don’t make the same mistake we did.” Soft voices were heard.
“W-what?” Kaitlyn was shock to see another her...actually four of them.
Kaitlyn[1]: “You still have time, plenty in fact. You’re still at home with Past. She’s watching over your young body while the rest of you is here in our Purgatory. You’re not in full destruction or hopeless zone yet, Zero.”
“Wait... are you telling me everything I’ve been experiencing hasn’t actually happened?! I didn’t go hunting with Brooke and bond with her? I didn’t find Xander’s soulmate? I didn’t tell John to protect Past....we didn’t sing together? I didn’t kiss Césaire? Azriel and the other guides aren’t crumbling away at this moment? My guides haven’t met each other? The werewolves haven’t invaded the city?! Nicholas and Aeolus didn’t have that confrontation? Aya didn’t talk to Xander? Not everyone is dead?!! David didn’t rip my soul out in disappointment and sent me to Hell? Zoran isn’t a demon ruler?! Bataille and the others haven’t rot away before my eyes?! Past is still with me as my wife? Nothing I’ve been experiencing was real!!!”
Kaitlyn[2]: “It hasn’t happened to you, but it happened to all of us. We wanted to give you warnings of what will come if you do not remain focus, Zero.”
“So...I, and by extension my spirit guides, am going to have these memories that no one else shares. That none of those relationships have or will happen that exact way. All of that is gone? None of those events happened?”
Kaitlyn[3]: “Well the timelines are bleeding into each other as we speak, so they too might have memories of all of this happening. So they should be caught up on everything eventually as long as you do the first steps. Make John do the promise, bring your guides out, say a few key words to everyone... and all those memories will flood into their heads. Jacqueline is probably already caught up on all of this, but you should still make Icy talk to her.”
She looked at them feeling distressed by all of this. “W-why traumatize me with all of this? I vowed to never deviate from my objected. I had promised Past and all of them I’ll handle Samuel and the Phoenix as soon as we got back! I was not going to take a break!”
Kaitlyn[1]: “We thought so too. That nothing would distract us. Us first three got caught up in the relationships you’ve just witnessed... and others have killed Samuel without bringing the Phoenix. Without having that mother and child reunited... And there are more failures than just us four you see before you...”
She looks towards the last Kaitlyn who has been quiet. That fourth one looked slightly unhinged. “What about that Kaitlyn? What did the fourth do? Was she a lot closer to getting things done?”
Kaitlyn[4]: “I had killed the Phoenix. Then I killed Azriel and stole Lunette’s soul. Then I ate Past while she was in a coma out of grief. Don’t do that, no matter how annoying the Phoenix and the two princesses all are.”
“oookaaaay....Duly noted. I wasn’t planning on killing anyone but Sammy even if they were annoying, but I’ll take your advice.”
Kaitlyn[4]: Don’t eat your children either, Zero.”
“....................................................I won’t.”
Kaitlyn[3]: Another positive note is that we’ve already done most of the hard work for your relationships, Zero... You just have to start it and everyone will be caught up to what we had...”
Kaitlyn[2]: “...just hopefully without all the death part.”
“What about Dimitri? How’s this new timeline going to work?-”
Kaitlyn[1]: DON’T get caught up in the details. Focus. Getting caught up in all that is what led us to these bad ends in the first place! ....But if it’ll ease you, Xander will remember and find Dimitri, then Dimitri will get hit with all those memories of a dinner that never, or maybe it actually had, happened... Everything relationship and information has been taken care of by us. Just focus on your objectives. No buts, no what ifs, no thinking just DO! You know where to look, you know what to do, GO FORTH DAMMIT!”
“.....I will.” She nods and faces a light in the distance “As soon as I’m back to myself. I’ll go straight into action. Thank you... for warning me. I won’t make the same mistakes.”
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Finding You Always
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Chapter 208: Battle Cry, Pt 1
Winter stepped away from the common room, where many of them were glued to the screen, taking in the events that were happening in Boston.
"My darling Winter…" Charming called, as he took her in his arms.
"They're coming home...Bobby and Summer will be home soon," she said, though she still looked a bit sad.
"And right into danger," he said.
"There is that...but you know what it also means. Rumpelstiltskin's vision was clear. We are not there. We will have to be rejoined with Snow and David," she replied. He sighed.
"I know...but we must do this for our children," he said sadly. She nodded.
"I know...and we'll still be us, just the smaller voice again," she replied.
"Perhaps our lighter halves have learned not to push us away so much…" he suggested.
"Perhaps...and we are them, even if my lighter half is far too forgiving," Winter said, with slight annoyance.
"But I know you, my darling...you will give up revenge to have Summer and Bobby back. I shall too," he said. She nodded with a smile, as they shared a passionate kiss. Their lips parted though when they felt a whoosh of air. They opened their eyes and found themselves in the meadow beneath the tree they had created from their true love that once was merely a sapling.
"Why are we here?" Winter asked.
"You have accepted that you must rejoin your lighter halves; that the truest loves cannot be separated any longer," Bobby said.
"Bobby!" Winter cried, as she enveloped their son in her arms and kissed his cheek.
"I'm okay, Mom," he promised.
"How are you here?" Charming asked, as he hugged him too. He shrugged.
"I don't know...I just got done talking to Apollo and Artemis. They helped me awaken all the elements in me and I need to help you awaken yours so that it's done when you rejoin with your lighter halves," he said.
"But sweetie...we don't wield any elements," Snow replied. He smiled.
"Yes you do…" he replied, as they looked at him with questions in their eyes.
"True love...that's your element," he clarified.
"But...we've had true love's kiss before. It breaks curses, but won't do much to fight Seth," Charming said.
"But it will this time...once you're reunited with the lighter halves of mom and dad. Because this is the curse to end all curses. Trust me...you'll know when the time comes exactly what needs to be done. Mom and Dad are about to kiss me awake in Boston, but as long as there is separation between all of you, the curse isn't fully broken yet," Bobby replied, as he turned to leave.
"The curse to end all curses..." Charming muttered. Bobby nodded.
"Like I said, you'll know what it means and how to achieve that when the time comes," he said.
"We love you so much…" Winter gushed, as they hugged him again, with Charming cradling his head.
"I love you guys too and we're about to all be together again," he promised, as they faded from that place and returned to the physical plane. Their eyes locked and they shared another hug. The time for the epic battle between Seth was very near and once again, it would all come down to their family...and their love.
~*~
After a quick discussion, David thanked Patricia for the offer of a private jet to get them back to Maine, but they quickly determined that such wouldn't be feasible. There was no place to land a plane in the woods around the United Realms and a water landing would be difficult as well. Fortunately, the Jolly Roger would be just as fast as a plane and give them a Harbor entrance into the United Realms.
Unfortunately, it didn't allow them the anonymity that a private military airfield would have and they were stunned to see that reporters, news vans, and even civilians had gathered at the Harbor when they arrived.
"How the hell did they find out where we were going?" Patricia grumbled and then eyed Nora.
"I didn't tell you where we were going," she said in an accusatory tone.
"No...but I tweeted my direction and posted the video of that little freak making earthquakes. The Internet did the rest and this is the only Harbor in the direction I tweeted. They deduced the rest," Nora replied, as people tried to move in on them, like a mob, volleying intrusive questions and embarrassing claims. Fortunately, Patricia's officers kept them at a safe distance.
"My son is not a freak! How dare you?!" Snow cried, as she grabbed the other woman's phone and tossed it to the ground, before stomping on it. This, of course, gave the onlookers the spectacle they were looking for, but Snow didn't care.
"You really are a crazy bitch! No wonder you were in a mental hospital!" Nora growled, as she picked up her broken device.
"My wife is not crazy...our son was just taken from us. But I shouldn't be surprised...another heartless reporter!" David spat, as he held a nearly inconsolable Snow in his arms.
"Nora...what the hell?!" JJ exclaimed, as he pulled his cousin away. The people and reporters were looked on, snapping photos and recording the entire thing, ensuring that their situation was blowing up all over the world in a way they could have never imagined.
"Relax JJ...this thing is already out there. I'm just one person that's on the front lines to report it all," Nora replied.
"Too bad this is where we part ways then, Ms…" Patricia said, prompting her for her name.
"Bradley. Nora Bradley...what do you mean?" she questioned.
"Did you really think we're going to take you with us?" she asked, as they approached the gangplank of the Jolly Roger.
"Wait...you're letting my cousin go, but leaving me behind?" she asked, as she looked at him.
"JJ!" she exclaimed.
"You did this to yourself, Nora," he replied.
"So that's it? Wow...sweet cheeks really got under your skin fast! You're abandoning your own family for her!" she accused.
"This is bigger than us, Nora! You may want to report on it, but I just want to help," he claimed. She snorted derisively.
"Right...and this has nothing to do with her," she accused, as she glared at Summer.
"Do you even care at all right now that my brother is in mortal danger?" Summer asked.
"Of course I care...I'm trying to tell the story!" she responded and JJ rolled his eyes.
"Sorry...she's actually a nice person when she's not being a reporter, but all this has brought out the worst in her," JJ told her and she nodded in understanding, as they walked up the gangplank with her parents.
"You have a choice, Ms. Bradley," Patricia said.
"And what choice is that?" Nora asked.
"You report the facts and not your spin, like the garbage I'm reading that you already put out there," Patricia replied.
"And if I don't want to do it your way?" Nora asked. Patricia smirked.
"Federal prison," she replied. Nora frowned and then plastered a fake smile on her face.
"Then I guess I'll be doing things your way, but since that crazy bitch…" she started to say, but Patricia gave her a warning look.
"Since the Princess broke my phone, I have no way to do my work," she said, with very fake sweetness.
"I'll provide you with all you need, but piss me off and you'll end up in a very bad place," the Major promised. Nora was fuming and practically boiling in her skin. She'd play by the Major's rules for now, but the first chance she got...she'd make her regret her threats.
They boarded the Jolly Roger and Killian took to the wheel. Nora looked around with scrutiny.
"There's no motor...it will take forever to get anywhere on this boat," Nora complained.
"Ship...she's a ship and deserves your respect," Killian snapped, as he removed his fake hand.
"What the hell…" she uttered and watched in horror, as he replaced it with his hook.
"Welcome aboard the Jolly Roger," he said.
"He's...he's Captain Hook?" JJ asked in disbelief.
"He is...but he's not bad and he's my oldest sister's husband," Summer told him. Killian brought them out into the open water and saw a Coastguard ship closing in on them.
"Dammit...I tried calling them off, but there is some in fighting and they want custody of this ship pretty badly," the Major said.
"Not to worry...a little help, mate?" he called to David. He nodded and left Snow's side momentarily to climb the mast to let the sails out. Killian spun the wheel and they quickly pulled away from the coastguard.
"How are we outrunning a Coastguard class A vessel?" JJ asked. Summer winced and looked at him.
"Magic?" she offered and he shook his head.
"Of course," he replied. David climbed back down from the mast and took Snow in his arms again. She slipped her arms around his neck and sniffed, as she rested her head against his chest.
"We'll find him, Snow…" he promised in a whisper, before pressing a kiss to her hair.
"But he's going to hurt our baby before we do," she choked out.
"Hey...Bobby is strong, my love. He'll hold his own until we get there," he assured, as he pressed his forehead against hers.
"I want him to pay…" she admitted.
"He will," he assured.
"No mercy this time...not for him," she said.
"No...he's pure evil and we won't hesitate. He won't stand a chance against this family," he replied.
"What about our darker counterparts?" she asked.
"We'll convince them that the only way to save our children is to become whole again. They may not have believed that two years ago...but something tells me that they do now," he replied. She believed that too and let his love slowly ebb away what might have been a full blow panic attack. But she wasn't going to give into that this time. She was too focused on saving their children and their people. Nothing would stand in their way of seeing to Seth's demise this time.
~*~
Mephisto dropped Bobby unceremoniously at the feet of his Lord and Master and the boy looked up at the God.
"Welcome young one…" he said, in a pleased tone, as Mephisto's three charges flanked him and he looked around.
"Hmm...Mount Olympus used to be nice. It figures you'd turn it into a dark crap hole," Bobby commented.
"You will not speak to Lord Seth in such a manner, you snot nosed brat!" Mephisto hissed, as he moved in to physically reprimand the boy, but his hand stilled when Bobby looked at him. His eyes glowed with a myriad of rainbow colors and Seth looked intrigued by that.
"The elements are alive in you…" he realized, as he walked closer.
"A great battle is coming between us, young one. One that you and your family will not survive," he warned.
"Funny...because I'm pretty sure you don't stand a chance against us," Bobby retorted. Seth smirked.
"Oh, but it will not be just us fighting…" he said, as he motioned a transparent screen in front of them.
"The Land outside the United Realms. This Land Without Magic is quite intriguing. It boasts that its people are evolved and adhere to laws, yet they quarrel with each other over religion and politics. They let their murderers and rapists walk free. Yet they believe myths and magic are silly. They need order," he said.
"Yes, my Lord...they need you to make them conform to a just rule. They need a true God!" Mephisto agreed.
"And now it seems, due to your own carelessness with your magic and the idiot Dr. Jekyll's obsession with your fair mother...that they are about to know all about us," Seth stated.
"What is thy bidding, My Lord?" Mephisto questioned.
"There is much evil in this land...much more than there will ever be here in the United Realms. I need soldiers...I need the worst of humanity to join our ranks for the coming war," he said. Mephisto smirked deviously.
"And you shall have it," Mephisto said, as he and two of his charges disappeared.
"You have your orders, Dr. Jekyll," Seth said.
"And I shall deliver, My Lord...but I ask in the coming war that you spare Snow White for me," he requested.
"You're not getting your hands on my mother, you disgusting pig!" Bobby snapped hotly.
"Children should be seen and not heard," Jekyll chided, but then held his head in agony.
"You will obey my orders. Snow White is no longer your concern," Seth said. Jekyll clearly was not happy about that, but was silent and disappeared to carry out his tasks. Unfortunately, it was Bobby holding his head in agony for a moment, until the God ceased.
"Come child...it's time for you to see the place you shall die," Seth said, as they disappeared and then reappeared on a piece of land.
"Where...where are we?" Bobby asked, as he looked around at the desolate space that was surrounded by rocky outcroppings and a filmy red sky.
"Welcome to Nephilim, the realm of the fallen, where you will die and your bones will remain for eternity," Seth declared.
"Do not fear though...the entire world will be witnessing our battle and the rise of my coming army. They will see their future and worship me as I rise and sweep away my enemies," he continued.
"I won't be alone...my parents are coming," Bobby warned. Seth smirked.
"The Chalice is no longer at full power. I am now well aware of your parent's treachery and without the full power...they cannot enter this realm. No one can," Seth informed him. Bobby frowned and swallowed thickly, before putting on a brave front.
"Fine...you want a fight? Then you're gonna get one," he agreed, as his eyes glowed and the ground beneath him began to shake. He magicked a sword into his hand and his ripped up clothes changed into a leather jerkin and pants; an ensemble similar to one his father had often worn in the Enchanted Forest. And with no more delay, they charged each other…
~*~
A few moments ago, another bout of training had commenced, as they were aware that they were in the eleventh hour. But now, that was painfully clear, as the screen just appeared before them like magic, showing Bobby in Nephilim facing Seth. Alone.
"Oh my God...oh my God!" Regina cried, as they watched the fight begin.
"Bobby…" Eva cried.
"Where are Mom and Dad?" Leo uttered.
"They have to be on the way," Eva insisted.
"Or they're dead like my parents," Carina said sadly.
"They're not dead...and we don't know that your parents are either," Leo admonished.
"He's right...they're strong like our parents and they have a friend in Thor. If anyone can save them, it's him," Eva assured.
"Even so...I must lead Andresia's army in my father's place," Carina said bravely, as the twins stood beside her.
"None of that matters," the Evil Queen snapped.
"You heard him...we can't get to him! He's in Nephilim and he's broadcasting this whole thing to the muggles out there!" she ranted, just as a swirling orange portal appeared.
"No...he said that we can't get to him without the full power of the chalice," a voice said, as Snow and David emerged, hand in hand from the portal.
"Mom! Dad!" the twins cried, as they rushed to them and they swept the twins into hugs. Emma, Killian, Summer, and the rest of the people with them filed through the portal.
"Nana!" Summer called, as she rushed to Regina, who swept her into a crushing hug.
"Oh...I missed you so much," Regina cried, as tears slipped down her cheeks. She sniffed and then hugged Robin.
"Papa Robin…" she gushed and then she shocked the Evil Queen by hugging her too.
"I missed you too," she said.
"You...you did?" the Queen asked. She nodded and swiped a tear away.
"Of course I did...you're a part of my Nana and I know you won't be happy until you're whole again. Until you're able to be with your family again. Please Nana…" she pleaded. The Queen looked at Regina and she nodded. She then looked at Robin, who nodded too.
"I know you think I only love Regina and not the Queen, but you know it's not true. I fell in love with you when you were still struggling in the darkness. I love all of you...please come back to us," he pleaded, as Hyde stepped forward with the antidote. She nodded and he gave her the injection. Regina's eyes widened, as the Queen was absorbed back into Regina and she smiled brightly. Robin, Summer, Jade and Roland all hugged her tightly.
Snow and David approached Winter and Charming, while Hyde stood by.
"You know the only way to save Bobby is to become one again," David stated.
"We know...and for him, we'll do it," Charming agreed. Snow looked at her counterpart.
"I know you don't think so, but you have both taught us a lot. I won't ignore you anymore or push you away," Snow promised. She nodded.
"Let's save our baby," Winter agreed reluctantly. They knew it might have been harder to convince them if not for the mortal danger to their son, but just as Snow and David would do anything for one of their children, so would Charming and Winter. Hyde moved in at that point and gave each of them an injection. There was a very bright glow, as Winter and Charming were rejoined with Snow and David. The Chalice rejoined as well and floated between them, glowing in all its full glory. Snow and David opened their eyes and grinned brightly at each other, as they closed the distance with a passionate kiss.
"Okay you two...we have work to do," Regina admonished.
"Yeah...and who the hell are they and why is she here?" Leo asked, referring to the Major and the other people with her.
"Long story...we'll explain later. But for now...we need to get into Nephilim," Snow said.
"Which is easy for you two with the Chalice, but not so much for the rest of us," Rumple reminded them.
"I think I may have an idea," David said.
"Daddy…" Eva interrupted him and directed their attention to the screen.
"Holy hell…" Leo uttered, as they saw the return of Mephisto and his minions, along with a new army of freshly created demonic minions.
"He was busy," Rumple said.
"We're going to need our own armies," David said, as he turned to Tiny.
"Tiny...how is our bean supply?" he asked.
"We have dozens, fortunately," the giant replied.
"Good...we need to enchant them with the chalice," he said and Snow smiled.
"That's a really good idea," she said, as they joined hands and stood before the heads of the other Kingdoms.
"We need you all to gather your armies and then use one of these enchanted beans to portal into Nephilim," David instructed, as a bean was given to Lancelot, Phillip, Eric, Mulan, Jasmine, Midas, Elsa, and Glinda. Snow stepped toward Carina and hugged her.
"No word from them?" she asked and she shook her head, as she took the beans.
"No...but we will lead Andresia into battle in our father's place," she said, as the twins stood beside her.
"He would be proud," David said, as he gave a bean to Tinkerbell next.
"Can you gather the fairies?" he asked. She nodded with a smile.
"Consider it done," she agreed, before kissing Neal and leaving the confines of Bald Mountain. David handed out the rest of the beans to their immediate family, including a couple for Leo.
"One to get into the reserve and then one to get to Nephilim," he said. Leo nodded.
"Wait!" Hermes cried suddenly.
"What is it?" Aphrodite asked, as the other Goddess grinned and waved her hand. A hologram of Fandral and Rose appeared before them.
~*~
Rose and Fandral arrived at Thor's residence with Sif that evening and saw that Dr. Selvig was there with a strange looking device and another woman, dressed in a cat-like bodysuit.
"Is this the doctor you mentioned that could help? Dr. Banner?" Rose asked. The redhead smiled in amusement.
"No...my name is Natasha Romanoff. I'm a...colleague of Dr. Banner's I suppose you could say," she said.
"The Black Widow...Thor has mentioned you in his tales he had told us and our children," Fandral recalled. She nodded.
"Dr. Banner is staying sequestered for a while. He's undergone an interesting transformation recently that he's not quite ready to reveal to the world. However, the kind of technology you need wasn't exactly his area of expertise," she explained.
"Fortunately...I'm in contact with all the people that would have what you need," Natasha explained.
"This Mr. Stark you mentioned?" Rose asked.
"He could probably do it, but he's also not making himself available. However, Captain Steve Rogers made the trip to a place called Wakanda and got what we needed from his allies there. The hardware anyway," Eric said.
"Yes...to make the inter dimensional contact part work, we contacted someone with the ability to get access to the frequencies we needed to tune the machine to. Carol Danvers was happy to send me what you need," Natasha said.
"You did this all for us?" Fandral asked in surprise and Thor clapped him on the shoulder.
"You are one of my oldest friends and I am just glad I can help you get back home to your children. Maybe you can save your world in a way I could not," Thor said.
"Are you ready?" Natasha asked. They nodded. Dr. Selvig typed away on the keyboard and the machine whirred to life. The frequency was fuzzy at first and then focused in on a landscape.
"Is this it?" Eric asked and they gasped, as they saw several Kingdoms on fire.
"Yes...that was Snow and David's castle!" Rose exclaimed.
"It would seem that Seth is already destroying Kingdoms," Fandral said.
"Wait...can you focus on that cone shaped mountain in the distance?"! Rose asked, as she pointed to the desolate area around the odd shaped mountain.
"Yes...Bald Mountain seems to still be untouched, which means he hasn't gotten in yet," Fandral said, as the inside of the mountain appeared on the screen.
"Yes...that's it! Everyone is still safe," Rose said, as a smile came to her face.
"The children...they're okay," Fandral said, as they breathed a sigh of relief, as the screen focused on Carina and the twins.
"Hermes!" they called, hoping she would hear them.
"You're alive!" Snow cried in relief.
"We are...thanks to Thor," Fandral replied.
"Mom! Dad!" Carina and the twins cried tearfully.
"We're coming home soon, my loves," Rose promised.
"Fandral...do you think Thor can portal you and Rose directly into Nephilim with the bi-frost, despite Seth's restrictions?" David asked. Fandral looked at his friend and he nodded.
"It should be well within the power of the bi-frost," he said. David smiled.
"Good...standby for my signal," he said, as he and Snow turned to the others.
"Major...this thing is open to the world now. You want our cooperation after this...then you need to help us save your world too," David said, as he handed two beans to her.
"Don't make me regret this," he said.
"It will be a long, awkward road ahead in introducing our worlds to each other, but I am your ally in this," she promised.
"Clayton once told me that too and even helped us for a while. Then we ended up as prisoners. Try it...and we'll use the power of the chalice to its full extent to not only seal the United Realms away again, but make sure we take back everything you've gained from Clayton's stolen items," he promised. She smirked.
"Duly noted and you don't have to believe me, but you're the best detective I've ever worked with. I want you as an asset...not an enemy," she assured.
"We'll see," he replied, as he turned back to his family and noticed Summer with the young paramedic that had examined Bobby after his episode and heard his daughter talking to him.
"This is going to get pretty rough...I understand if you want to stay here," Summer told him. But he shook his head.
"No…I want to help or I wouldn't be here," he assured.
"JJ...this is insane. You need to watch from a distance with me," Nora insisted.
"Stay out of this Nora," he said.
"You want to help?" David asked and the young man looked at Summer's father, not able to find his voice for a moment.
"Uh...yes Sir," he answered.
"Any weapons experience?" he asked.
"I've...I've handled a gun a few times," JJ replied and he looked at his eldest. Emma smirked and waved her hand. He was astonished to see two large guns appear in his hands. They looked like regular guns, but he had a feeling they weren't.
"Bullets won't do you much good on this battlefield. These shoot fireballs instead," Emma said. Summer smiled at her older sister.
"Thanks," JJ replied.
"Is everyone ready?" he called and received affirmations in response, before the heads of state began to portal out to gather their armies and any people that could fight. David took Snow's hand and they shared a tender, passionate kiss.
"We're going to win and we'll save Bobby," he promised. She smiled and nodded.
"I know...I have faith in our love," she agreed, as they used one bean to portal out and gather who they could.
~*~
Dr. Jekyll burned his way into Hyde's lab. The school was mostly empty, which was good, since he wouldn't have hesitated to burn through anyone in his way. He had his orders from Mephisto, but that didn't suit him at all. Fortunately, two years ago, before the curse was enacted, he had been working on a way to keep his new, demonic powers and break the chains of servitude that tied to him to his Master. And he hid it in Hyde's lab where he knew it would neither be found nor disturbed. He ripped the cabinet doors away and searched for the small velvet pouch that he had hidden his concoction in and smirked, as he pulled out the vial of sickly green liquid. He downed the liquid and felt his power flare for a moment, as Mephisto's fiery chains appeared on his wrists and then melted away. He was free and still retained the powers bestowed upon him.
He was no fool though. He knew if he joined the battle that was raging, he would likely be destroyed. Instead, he had a different plan. He had done his research and knew of one place in the United Realms where crime was still rampant and it was easy for the wanted to hide. He would go there and set up his lab. He would bide his time; he was a very patient man, after all. He would plot the perfect revenge and build an empire in this new place. He would continue his research into ways for science to overcome magic and when the time was right...he would have his revenge and take what he wanted.
"Fear not, my lovely Snow...we will meet again one day," he promised. Pleasure Island awaited him.
~*~
Bobby dodged the Titan, as he charged him and blocked his blows. The force of their fists connecting blew them both back and the evil Seth launched a stream of fire at the boy. Bobby countered with a wall of water to wash out his attack and then followed that up with a lightning attack. Seth took a direct hit and seethed angrily, as he used his mind meld. Bobby held his head in agony for several moments, until he managed to summon all his power. His eyes filled with a multicolored glow and he negated Seth's mind attack, stunning him.
"You are formidable…" Seth hissed, as his eyes twitched with double eyelids like that of a serpent and his olive toned skin became scaly.
"Perhaps squeezing the life out of you is the only way to go…" he hissed, as his limbs extended and coiled around Bobby. He gasped, as the wind was knocked out of him and he choked for air.
"Poor child...I will relish your mother's scream when I drop your mangled corpse at her feet, just before I crush her skull and burn your father alive for his betrayal!" Seth hissed.
"Stop thinking…" a voice said.
"Mr. Gold…" he rasped.
"Yes...stop thinking and give into your power. It comes from light. Nothing bad can come from being consumed by it," Rumple instructed.
"Didn't know you were telepathic," Bobby rasped.
"Talking to yourself...the lack of oxygen has already sent you into madness," Seth goaded.
"Magic, my boy...it can do anything, but yours even more than mine. Yours is boundless," Rumple said, as Bobby opened his eyes and they almost blinded Seth. The ground beneath him began to shake violently and Seth's coils were lit ablaze. He retracted his coils and transformed them back into arms, which were now badly burnt and singed. Bobby dropped to the ground and gasped for air.
"That was a very lethal mistake, young one," Seth warned.
"Says the loser," Bobby retorted, as he watched fire sprout up from all the cracks in the ground. Seth smirked.
"My army has arrived…" he said. Bobby gulped, as he watched hundreds of demons appear, including Arthur, Gawain, and Mephisto. To his horror, Seth did not stop there, as the God summoned hundreds of hell furies, gorgons, banshee's from Tartarus itself. The other remaining beings that had resided in Nephilim also joined them. Among them was Fafnir the mighty dragon, several frost giants, the Horned King, and Shan Yu, along with his undead army of Huns.
"You are vastly outnumbered, young one. Not even with all your power can you defeat us alone," Seth hissed, as he used his magic to shove Bobby back and he went rolling to the ground. But the boy refused to give up and pulled himself to his feet.
"Who says he's alone?" a female voice said and his eyes widened, as he looked around.
"Emma?" he called and then heard a sparking behind him. He turned to find an orange portal swirling before him and his oldest sister walked through it in her familiar red leather jacket and armed with their father's old sword.
"If you really thought that whatever barrier you put around this place was going to keep our parents out...then you really haven't got a clue," Emma commented.
"I am not scared of your parents, Savior...nor you. My army and I will crush your family," Seth boasted. Emma smirked.
"We'll see…" she said, as Bobby saw another portal appear in the sky and was stunned to see his brother fly through it on Pegasus with his Phoenix following him. Another portal opened behind Emma, as Eva carried herself and Paul through the portal with her wind powers. She landed next to her little brother and with a burst of magic, she healed him of any wounds with a loving smile. Bobby smiled and got to his feet, as he watched in wonder, as more portals continued to open around them. Through the three in front of them, Killian walked through with Alice and Jade. They were followed by another one, as Regina, Summer, and her new friend JJ arrived. Robin came through another one beside them with Roland and the Merry men and then another opened, as Rumple, Belle, and Gideon arrived. Henry and Jacinda were next through a portal, having left Lucy with Frankie and Joe, who were also caring for Hope. And finally, beside them, James and Aphrodite arrived, along with Hermes.
In the near distance, more large portals opened, as the armies of the United Realms filed through. Lancelot and Guinevere led the warriors from Camelot. Phillip and Aurora led their army. Eric and Ariel appeared next with the Maritime Kingdom's soldiers. The portals that appeared next hailed the armies from Midas' Kingdom with Abigail and Frederick leading the way. Next, Mulan arrived with the army of China, and Aladdin and Jasmine led Agrabah's soldiers through another portal. Tiana and Naveen led Starcomb's army through another portal, while Elsa, Anna, and Kristoff appeared with soldiers from Arendelle.
And finally, Carina, Ben, and Ari led Andresia's army as well.
More portals in the dozens opened in the sky all around them, as all the fairies arrived, surrounding them with their light magic, ready to unleash it on the darkness. Then, probably most surprising of all, the Major came through and arrived with help from the Land Without Magic. She was lending the military might in the form of fighter jets, tanks, and soldiers that were entering a world they didn't even know existed thirty minutes ago.
Bobby looked around in wonder and was surprised to see a beam of light strike the ground beside them. The light faded, revealing Rose and Fandral's return, via the bi-frost.
"So...you're alive…" Seth growled.
"A God much more powerful than you saved us and I assure you that you will pay for what you've done," Fandral promised. Bobby turned and saw a final portal open behind him. Granny and Red, in her wolf form stepped through, followed by all seven dwarves, and finally his parents, hand in hand, dressed in their warrior clothing.
Seth looked around, trying to hide his nervousness, at what he was now facing.
"If your plan really hinged on the fact that you thought we wouldn't reunite with our darker halves to save our son from you...then you are more of a fool than we thought," Snow declared boldly.
"Just for that...I think I'll kill you first Snow White and make your husband watch!" Seth growled, as he tried his mind meld, but was shocked when it didn't work. The Chalice glowed between them, but he was confused. Even at full power, the Chalice shouldn't have protected them from his mind meld.
"How...how are you doing this?!" he demanded to know.
"True love," David replied in a simple manner. Snow smiled at him.
"Truest love," she agreed.
"Oh and a little bonding to our elements," Leo added, as his eyes glowed dark blue. Eva's glowed pink, Summer's glowed lavender, and Emma's glowed white.
"All the magic and power in all the realms failed to defeat you...but true love won't," Snow declared, as the chalice separated into their respective weapons, his sword and her arrow shooting gauntlets.
"Nothing can defeat me...and certainly not something like your pathetic true love," Seth seethed, as he signaled his demonic army. David raised his sword to signal their allies.
"This is the United Realms and it's our home!" he shouted.
"And we will purge you and your demons from it!" Snow added, as both sides charged into a battle that would decide the fate of the United Realms...and the world.
#Snowing#SnowxCharming#Charming family#OC Charmings#AU#The United Realms#original season 8 storyline#Rose Red#Fandral the Dashing#dashing rose#OQ#CS#Rumbelle#romance#adventure#family#finding you always#the epic continues#truest love
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