What Have I Done? LB;MR Fic
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Disclamer: I am not an expert in DID. This is not based on that disorder. Please do not use Alfendi to base your opinion of real world people who actually have this disorder
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It’d been a week, every time they tried to sneak in and take something Hilda caught them. She always found out in some way and came storming to his flat, confiscating anything Fendi had managed to sneak out.
This time it was Florence who caught Fendi. He’d come in long after everyone else was meant to go home but it seemed Florence had decided to stay late. Thinking about it he wasn't sure if he’d ever seen her leave. Of course that could just be because he always stayed late.
No matter what the reason was she was here now. Timid but curious “Alfendi?” She peers at him round a corner. As if entering the room would be too much.
“Hi” he keeps his voice flat.
“You’re not -ACHOO- meant to be here,” she rolls into the room. He notes her hand still clinging to her IV. With no Lucy they’d never grown close enough for her to update him on her condition. He could feel Al wondering if she was okay.
He didn’t wonder about that. He just felt the anger flash through him, “is it any of your business?”
“You were shot.” she doesn’t back down but doesn’t move closer either. Staying near the doorway, smart.
“So? Shouldn’t it be my choice?” he snaps, glaring at Florence. She shrinks back against the wall, staring at him warily, “do you think you should have control over my life? Do you think I can’t make good choices?”
“You clearly can’t,” Hilda’s voice echoes through the empty halls.
“Ah-ah-achoo!”
“Florence, why don’t you go away?” Fendi snaps.
“You can stay, if you want,” Hilda contradicts. Was she just trying to annoy him? If she was it was working.
“I think I’m alright,” she mutters, not moving from next to the doorway.
Hilda turns back to Alfendi, Fendi scowls, “I can look after myself!”
Hilda’s eyes narrow as she strides across the room her finger reaches out and she jabs the bullet wound. The pain is instantaneous shooting through him, making his knees weak, “AH” he huffs, “what’s wrong with you? Why would you do that?”
“To prove that you can't look after yourself, you can’t even stand up straight!” he attempts to then, clutching at his shoulder but the movement sends fresh waves of pain through him.
He takes a shuddering breath, “how dare you! You think I was planning on getting poked in the arm! I was reading! I thought I was safe here!”
“You’re not. Lucy Baker is a killer, she clearly wants to attract our attention. She’s probably watching here.”
Oh, yeah, he’d neglected to tell her about the last time he met Lucy. How she wasn’t really a killer… It’d been so awful last time she’d called them crazy, and rejected Al for not being Fendi. They couldn’t go through that again.
It didn’t matter, going after criminals was their job and talking to Lucy would be easier if she was behind bars. “I am going to do my job!” he yells. He didn’t want to arrest Lucy but it was in his job description to at least find her. He had to at least find her, ask her why.
“You stubborn mule!” Hilda yells, “can’t you understand? I almost lost you!” was that tears in her eyes? They couldn’t be. Hilda was always so calm, so composed.
Years ago, after he’d been shot she’d said, “I lost you that day” she’d told people she lost her Alfendi. She’d told Lucy.
Everything seemed to slow, the pounding ache in the back of his head, no, no not right now, not like this, not again, “go away…” he groans, between holding his shoulder and not moving his arm for fear of flaring up more pain he couldn't hold his head like he usually did.
“What?”
“No not you it’s just…” he couldn't tell her, she’d never accept it. No one would accept it, no one was on his side, “Just let me do my job,” Al moves closer to having control, “and leave me alone!”
“Get out then!” she yells back.
“I just said not you!”
“Then who!”
His eyes dart around the room, “Florence!”
“What?” both women ask at once just as Al takes over.
JUST LEAVE, PLEASE. I CAN’T LOSE HER!
“I need to talk to Hilda in private, you’ve heard enough,” Al tries to snap at Florence, it just sounded calm.
“Okay, fine.” Florence wheels herself out, back to forensics.
“Why do you want to be alone?!”
“Because I don’t want her to hear how much I missed you. Idiot. Not everyone can hear about my softer side. If Lucy is watching here she’s watching you. We need to do this together.”
Hilda frowns at his softer tone but she chose to go with what he's saying instead of the time itself. A tone not fiery enough to be Fendi, “Fine but what about how I feel?”
Act offended, of course I care! I also care about not getting shot.
“I’m just worried about you getting shot!” Al tries to sound offended, “I care about your feelings I’m sure you’ll feel terrible if your shot!” He sounded too reasonable too caring. Of course Fendi cared but it was fiery, passionate. Everything about him was fiery. Hilda knew this fact too well.
“That’s not all, what are you hiding? What were you saying earlier, you were not talking to Florence,” Hilda moves closer, “what happened Alfendi?” she whispers, soft and vulnerable. A closeness that was Fendi’s.
“Don’t,” Al says, to both Feni’s anger and to Hilda’s closeness, “please, I can’t do this.”
We have to do this!
“Hilda, you trust me don’t you?”
“Of course, Alfendi, what's happening?”
“I can’t tell you but I need to do this.”
“Are you in trouble again? I’ve told you you have to do these things with people. You can’t just keep running off aline. It’s how you got shot.”
Al winces at that. If Fendi had never run off alone he’d never be there, if he had never run off alone Diane could well have blown up Lucy’s house (or a hospital, or a school, they still couldn't bring himself to care as much about them though, no matter how selfish). Maybe sometimes it was worth it.
“So tell me, what’s going on?”
Nothing!
“Nothing”
“Alfendi…”
“Just trust me.”
“I do trust you! I trust you with my like, just not your own! Would you accept that? If I told you to just trust me would you?”
“No.”
“Then tell me!”
I’ll cut your tongue out, I don't know how but I’ll figure it out don't you dare!
“I can’t,” he begins heading to the door.
“This isn’t you.”
“I know.” he exits the room.
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katie your lawyer au tags have me on my knees I never thought guys in suits doing stuff would seem interesting but wow…wow. your mind
Thank u Anon this AU is incredibly indulgent for me.......... ok time 4 more world-building.
I think @heynhay's original idea of Keith & Lance working together at the same firm is best. For both plot reasons but also for my own morale LOL
So everyone works at a fairly large private firm that splits its practice and has some of its associates doing profit-driven law (i.e. corporate or finance) which subsidizes the public interest/service work that the other associates do.
The firm is like "Altea & Daibazaal LLP" or something. Yes I am implying that the firm was started by Alfor and Zarkon. Yes I am implying that Allura and Lotor are nepo babies.
I know I originally said that Keith and Lance were law school rivals but I've changed my mind... (RIP to the law school rivalry dynamics
Instead I'm making it so that Keith and Lance are the same age but Lance has been practicing longer because he went straight into law school after college. Whereas Keith started working after college and got like a Master's degree in Social Work or something before deciding on law school at 26. (I just think Keith is the kind of person who goes to law school later in life.)
Okay onto the specific Klance dynamics... Keith and Lance are both pushing 30 and are also literally lawyers so they are professional and serious about their work... But there is wiggle room for them to still be rivals :p
Lance and Keith are both junior associates at the firm. Lance has seniority because he's been at the firm longer but he's still a year or so away from formally becoming a senior associate.
Lance really, REALLY wants to make partner and he sees Keith as his biggest threat/rival because Keith is Shiro's little brother, and Shiro recently made partner at the firm, so Lance thinks Keith might be a nepo hire. Also some of the senior associates recently left the firm so now Lance is stuck showing Keith the ropes and he's lowkey super bitter about it.
Basically TLDR Lance starts off Not Liking Keith at all for various real or imagined reasons and begins a work rivalry with him. Keith doesn't actually GAF about making partner because he's only planning on working at the firm for a few years to help pay off his student loans, but Lance doesn't know that. However, Keith is a naturally very competitive person, and he also likes having Lance's attention, so Keith immediately goes all in on the rivalry.
Lance, internally: "This Fucking Guy."
Keith, internally: "I am so good at flirting."
The first few months are rough between them. However both are also incredibly productive in their work.
The romcom part of the AU kicks in once the two of them have to start working together on a huge high stakes civil case and they're both like wow.... *twirls hair* he's so competent.............. <3
Anyway misc. things:
TBH I have no idea what kind of law Keith and Lance might private practice... I'm also really torn on what Shiro, Allura, and Hunk would practice hdjsksdhedf
Pidge is hired on a fellowship for either environmental law or data security/privacy law.
Coran does employment law.
Keith went into law school planning on going into public interest/not-for-profit legal aid and swore he would never, ever do corporate law but then he saw his student loans and was like. Hm. Okay maybe some Biglaw is okay. And that's how he ended up at the firm.
Keith:
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https://youtu.be/ifCWN5pJGIE?si=MvBHr36xNbHdsjYH
This kinda fits Desmonds mom in some way. Thoughts?
Here’s the embed video version for those who don’t wanna copy and paste the link:
I’m just imagining her hearing for the first time that her son, the son she hadn’t seen for nine years, could not even seen or talk to for one last time for the sake of both of their safety, was now dead.
Sacrificing his life to save the world.
Savior?
Messiah?
What used were those moniker to her dead son.
She wouldn’t be able to see him ever again.
She wouldn’t be able to touch his cheeks and take a good look of the man he had become in person.
She wouldn’t be able to smile and say “You’ve grown so much.”
She wouldn’t be able to ask…
“Were you happy these past years?”
“Was letting you go to be free worth the pain of not being by your side for nine long years?”
“It should have been you.”
She felt him freeze, the hands on her shoulders trembling ever so slightly.
“You should have died instead of our son!” She screamed as tears fell from her eyes.
He opened his mouth, most likely to call her name but stopped, letting out a gasp as her hands curled around his throat, squeezing him with the strength of an Assassin that have been in the field since she had been a teenager.
“You share the same blood as him! You’re a descendant of that cursed Auditore-Kenway line these beings haunt!” She shouted.
She could break his neck.
Snap it.
She’d done it before.
She’d kill so many people in the name of the Brotherhood before.
She was raised to be an Assassin.
She could just as easily-
She let out a frustrated scream as she threw him away, covering her eyes as bitter tears fell from her eyes.
He called out her name, his voice hoarse.
Was he grieving as well?
Did he loved their child as much as she did?
Who knows?
Who cares.
“Get out.” She lowered her hands as she ordered, the decades of forcing her emotions to shut down coming to the forefront, “Don’t ever show your face to me again, William Miles.”
Her expression turned to one of frigid nothingness.
It reminded William Miles of a recording of a memory of Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad.
The face the legendary mentor had made when his desire to kill the man who killed his youngest son triumphed over his desire for peace and truth.
“The next time I see you, I will claw open your chest and rip your heart out.” She promised in an emotionless tone.
She watched him leave.
The man she loved and loathed in equal measure.
It should have been him.
No.
It should have been them.
They should have been the one to die in their son’s place.
They both failed him as parents.
And now…
All she had left was a Brotherhood barely afloat and the useless legacy of her blood.
After all…
Those who have the blood of the Ibn-La'Ahad were meant to lose their beloved child.
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