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arctrooper69 · 1 year

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Feels Like Durasteel

The former ARC trooper and his Jedi General grieve together.

Warnings: Season 2 finale spoilers. Discussion of death and dying. Mostly hurt with a teeny bit of comfort.

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She couldn't breathe. Her knees hit the durasteel floor with a thud. This couldn't be happening.

No. I refuse. Not again.

The all too familiar agony of loss had lain in ambush, readying itself for her journey to consciousness - then it attacked without mercy.

"Where's Tech!?"

"....General"

It grasped at her as she ran from the room, ripping and tearing into her with it's heavy, piercing claws. It's poison burned through her veins as she stumbled up the ramp into the Marauder.

"When have we ever followed orders."

Her mind spun faster and faster, replaying that moment over and over again until it reached such a speed that she couldn't keep up but it continued regardless. It filled her ears, blurred her vision, and constricted her lungs.

I'm a Jedi. I'm a kriffing Jedi! I could've saved him. I could've done something. Anything. Why didn't I?

The weight on her chest was suffocating. She could no longer feel the clench of her teeth nor the cold bite of durasteel beneath her knees.

"General!?"

Footsteps. Muffled sounds of metal against metal; a cold hand providing no relief to burning skin.

She recognized Echo, though he was as hazy as everything else that was slowly closing in around her.

"Look at me! Breathe."

I can't.

I don't want to.

It's too heavy and I don't have the strength.

Everything she'd been through. Everything she'd lost. Everyone she'd lost. It was all too much.

"Come on, General! Breathe with me."

***

A spider spun a beautiful web across a shelf of datapads. She didn't mean to kill it, but it startled her and she crushed it. Her first introduction to death and one of her first lessons as a youngling.

There is no death, only the Force.

Accept it as a natural part of life and let go.

Mourn them do not. Miss them do not.

For the fear of loss is a path to the Dark Side.

Maybe that's why she felt this way. Maybe she wasn't Jedi enough. Maybe it was somehow her fault. Maybe she could've done more. Made different choices. Chosen different words. Maybe she wasn't the leader they made her out to be.

Maybe she was cursed.

Perhaps the Force could tell that she formed attachments too easily - that she loved too deeply, and expressed herself too passionately.

Maybe that was why they were all dead. Because of her.

Maybe she deserved the horror that was to be left alone again. That was why she couldn't breathe. She was alone.

***

"That's it. There you go. Breathe."

She kept her eyes down, not wanting to meet his pitying gaze.

They sat in silence, the only sounds drifted faintly in from the city outside.

She felt her head tip and almost unconsciously lean against the hard plastoid of his shoulder. Neither of them said a word.

"I..." She spoke, voice barely a whisper. She couldn't make the words come. But he knew what she meant.

"I know...."

There were no tears, there hadn't been yet and there probably weren't going to be for awhile. They both knew how this played out - each in their own ways with the common ground of an all consuming numbness.

It was a feeling that made it easier to keep going until one day you couldn't take it anymore. But that day wasn't today. It never was.

It was a process that she had down pact - allowing just a sliver of grief to slip out, tricking her brain into locking away everything else.

"I miss him too."

***

Echo. Fives. Tup. Hardcase. Just a few names - barely a shadow of the sea of troopers she called friend.

Vivian. Rylah. Sari. Pol. Ben. Her creche-mates. Friends. Casualties of war. Brothers and sisters that she grew up with - fought with, ate with, and trained with.

None of them had seen the end of the war.

The Jedi died as battlefield heroes - faces and names to be memorialized forever in stone. The clones died for the sake of a Republic that only saw them as faceless numbers.

The clones were born to die. Why wasn't she? Things would be a lot easier then.

But they were all gone, leaving her alone again in galaxy too big to understand.

***

"It's too much, Echo..." She could barely hear her own voice.

He didn't answer. He didn't have an answer.

Pick up the pieces, dust yourself off. Move on. That's what he'd always told himself. That's what he'd tell himself this time too. Tech would want them to move on, right? To give meaning to his sacrifice?

He probably could - he'd been trained to do so since he popped out of the tube. But no matter the training, he was, at the end of the day, still human.

Was it the same for his General?

Most likely.

Grief had a way of disregarding the chain of command.

***

She didn't know if she would consider Echo a loss. He had come back to her, but the pain she'd felt was real. He was the first real casualty of war that she could name.

Hardcase was the first clone she'd considered her friend. He was kind. He was funny. He had tricked her into luring his Captain into a paint trap. It caught Kix instead and the medbay had never seen so much color - in both paint and language.

On Umbara, his force signature went out with a bang. Loud and explosive, just like him. He wouldn't have had it any other way.

Tup was young. Fresh-faced. He'd barely worn out the shine on his armor. He didn't deserve the way he went out - an unfortunate victim of a political ploy activated too soon. His force signature had always reminded her of the quiet calm before a storm.

She never got to say goodbye to Fives. The strong, handsome ARC trooper went out doing his duty. He died doing what he thought was right. He died trying to save his brothers. His force signature was full of light. Sometimes it flashed, pulsing like the strobe lights of a club. Sometimes it shone strong and bright with a fierce determination.

And then there was Tech...

***

The former ARC trooper and his General sat silently on the cold metal floor of the Marauder - each one slowly drowning beneath the weight of the galaxy.

"Did you know," she began quietly, "that everyone has their very own force signature?"

Echo was silent. He turned to look at her, blinking in a daze as though her voice had dragged him from the depths of an impossible whirlpool. Hearing her voice made it easier to breathe. It kept his head above the water - just barely, but that was all it took to keep from drowning.

The General's lips twitched in a fleeting, sad smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, oblivious to his silent plea.

Please keep talking. I can't take the silence. I don't want to be alone.

"Even clones," she continued. "You all feel so different."

Echo leaned his head against the wall. "Oh yeah?"

She was silent and for a moment, Echo feared that she hadn't heard him. Then she spoke again.

"Tech's force signature felt a bit like durasteel."

Oh.

"What do you mean?" he shifted so that his shoulder rested against her own.

"Always strong, no matter the situation it's put in. Cold, straight edged. Sometimes sharp."

She took a shakey breath and wiped away tears she hadn't even realized she'd been crying. "But durasteel can be worked with. It's reliable. It's adaptable. With time and warmth, it can be shaped into almost any tool or mechanical part. It holds heat well, making the most bitter cold into someplace comforting. It's just...always there. Without it..."

She stuttered to a stop, afraid that if she kept going, she'd start something that she had no power to stop.

Echo felt her shaking, curling into his chest. He didn't know if she'd meant to or not but it didn't matter to him. He shifted, allowing his flesh arm to rest, wrapping around her shoulders.

She took a breath, "Without it....our ship would be in pieces. It wouldn't fly." Her voice cracked. "It wouldn't be a ship at all."

Echo was silent, once again he didn't know what to say. She was right. It did feel like that. It did feel like their squad - their family - had lost too much to continue.

"I know..." He finally said with a gravelly whisper. "I know. I won't say that we'll be ok because I don't think we will be okay for awhile." He took a breath. "But we have eachother. We have the rest of our family. We have our mission." He paused, squeezing her shoulders, "and we have an Empire to make aware that there's gonna be Hell to pay."

I'm not sure if I like this one or not... I haven't written in third person for awhile... Does third person count as x reader if there's no name mentioned? And I'm not trying to beg for attention or anything, but if you liked this, can you leave a comment please? I feel like I'm kinda losing my touch...

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moonsharky · 1 year

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comalandia ∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠° 911 fox + not so obvious nods to buck's memories

only the not really obvious ones, and i'm sure theres probably some i missed but oh well. image descriptions have explanations too. see the end for honourable mentions

[Image Description:

10 gifs of Evan "Buck" Buckley (and others) from 9-1-1, during his coma dream in season 6 episode 11, with older episodes too.

Gif 1: Buck - in his coma dream - sits on the couch between his brother and their father, beer in hand for all three of them. To the left of the couch is a shelf that holds a lamp, and in front of the lamp is a framed picture of the bar Buck tended in Peru. The picture contains the dark wood bar top encircled by a bunch of colourful barstools.

Gif 2: In Peru, season 4 episode 5, we see Connor talking to an off-screen Buck. Connor leans his elbows on the bar top. Next to him we can slightly see the same bright barstools as in the photo. In the background are tables and chairs that match the vibe. It's not a glaringly obvious nod, but it's definite.

Gif 3: In the lobby of the hospital within the coma dream Buck stands with Hen and Chimney as they try to figure out why it feels like Buck is dying and how he can get back to his life outside. Behind Buck walks two people in traditional South Asian attire; one in a dark blue and silver detailed sari, and the other wearing a head covering, but with an indiscernible outfit because Buck's body stands in the way of view.

Gif 4: In season 1 episode 5, a bride-to-be stands in front of a tall mirror, wearing a bright red sari with gold details, as her friend/bridesmaid helps her prepare for the wedding. We know the last gif is a nod to this specific moment (and not just people in the background) for two reasons; one, because it's an important part of Bobby's story in season 1, and two, because we have never seen Indian people in traditional clothing before or since.

Gif 5: The camera focus is mainly on Bobby, following him as his quickly rushes past Buck in the coma dream, so the background is a blink and miss it situation. A doctor tends to a patient with a high heel shoe embed in their left cheek.

Gif 6: Season 2 episode 6, has Chimney talking to one of the parents of the child beauty queens, who has a high heel shoe stabbed into the left cheek.

Gif 7: In the background of a few shots within Buck's coma journey throughout the hospital, you can see two people in khaki/beige ensembles. They stand as if they're guarding whatever is on the other side of the glass doors behind them. At first inspection, they could easily be passed off as nurses. But looking closer, it seems like no other nurses have worn this colour of scrubs before in the show. Mostly it's blue, sometimes maroon or even pink. But never khaki. This combined with the way they hold themselves, makes me think of the two prisoners that pretend to be guards.

Gif 8: In season 5 episode 6, two prisoners have taken the uniforms of guards in order to blend in and escape. They rummage through the personal belongings of said guards, seeing what they can take. The colour is the exact same as the two from the hospital in Buck's coma dream. And again, the way they stand brings me to think of these two.

Gif 9: Buck and Bobby walk through the hospital, past some open curtains where beds are. They pass a few pregnant people, all in varying degrees of athleisure wear. It appears that they may all be in labour.

Gif 10: Buck and Bobby respond to a call where pregnant parents begin to go into labour one after the other. All wearing clothing comfortable enough to do yoga in.

honourable mentions:

When Buck first awakens within his coma, he looks up at Daniel as Daniel talks, giving the rundown of what happened. In the top left corner, the television is on, a news segment playing. The headline reads "VA HOSPITAL WAIT TIMES." The second line is hard to read, but this is going on the same time that Buck has his first memory, which just so happens to be of Eddie. Eddie, who is an Army Vet. Whom in comalandia fights to keep his son, but doesn't have the right support systems. It feels like this is somehow a little hint to that storyline.

When Buck arrives home in his voma dream to his parents waiting for him, he wears a white shirt with wide spaced grey pinstripe. Much like the one he was wearing when Eddie got shot. It's not the same shirt I don't think, but hugely similar. Also there's a photo on his computer desk, but the image is too pixelated and far away for me to figure out what it is, though it may be another nod to something.

In the hospital waiting room of comalandia, another TV is turned on to the news, black smoke billowing on the footage on screen. I can't make out what the headline says. But it can definitely hint at many different things in the show, as Buck is a firefighter after all.

Christopher shows up in Buck's coma dream, and he wears a three toned horizontally striped tee under a hoodie. The stripes alternate between an almost green shade of blue, a dark blue, and white. Not sure where from, but I swear Chris has worn this shirt before, or even something similar.

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randomfoggytiger · 1 month

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Collector's Edition: Cars and Conversations (Part II)

Here we go again!

Loose chronological order below~

@o6666666’s (Ao3)

2 6 17 msr

In the rearview mirror she saw a forehead meant for a bullet. There was a full moon.

“Hi,” Scully whispered, like Melissa could hear her. “I’m so sorry.”

Post Paper Clip Scully drives to Mulder's apartment, unable to bear the loss of her sister alone.

like imagine scully pulling up in that fat car...

like imagine scully pulling up in that fat car they were driving, tires kicking dust everywhere, she thinks this is the address, this is where the intel said to go, this must be it but suddenly she’s nervous, she hasn’t seen mulder in so long, he must Know but what can she say to him....

AU-- S9 Scully drives out to New Mexico where she reunites with Mulder... and Will.

@sarie-fairy/Sarie_Fairy's

Since

“How ya doin’?” he coaxed, gently.

“I just, I’m having trouble believing that she’s truly gone.” She focused beyond the window and took a steadying breath. “That I won’t get to feel how Missy loves me. Not ever again. How she sees me...."

Post Paper Clip Scully and Mulder have a sister and father dead.

Eos

He got a speeding ticket on the I-95 getting to her; couldn’t wait around in an airport. Crazed, his neurons firing too slow for the terror in his heart compelling him forward, to catch up. Several near misses on his journey, though he somehow made it to the hospital before she was out of surgery—beating her mother, who flew.

AU-- Tithonus Mulder drives the entire way, walks in, and drops the love bomb.

COLLECTION - One Shots - Chapter 10

She had been there less than two minutes and the passenger door opened. Time slowed down as a dark clothed figure began to lower down into the seat beside her. It only occurred to her then, with William slumbering in the back, that it could be a trap. She couldn’t see his face. She put her hand to the glove box, ready to reach for her gun, and then … a familiar voice.

“Hi, Scully.”

AU-- "Dearest Dana" was a code for Scully and William to hit the road.

@silhouetteofacedar/SilhouetteOfACedar's

When We Drive, Ch. 2: Early Flights, Used Tissues, and a Swan (Ao3)

Mulder pauses with his key in the ignition. “If - when- this happens again,” he stammers, “You… you don’t have to hide it from me. I hope you know that.”

Pre-DPO Scully cries after hearing Melissa's favorite song.

@p34chi's 22 and 27 together from the prompt list perhaps 👀

“Hey, Scully,” Mulder said, turning the radio down. “You ever play an instrument?”

Scully’s head lulled against the headrest of the passenger seat as she turned her attention to her partner. She was quietly humming along to the radio before he cut her performance short, and had been gazing out upon the forest beside them, marvelling at the stillness of the trees and admiring the occasional wildlife that would step out into their moonlit spotlight.

Mulder and Scully share childhood memories, puns, and a blanket.

@mappingthexfiles/Apostrophic's The Patron Saint of Doomed Stakeouts

Mulder was twanging the tab on his empty soda, the can propped on his knees. He shifted uncomfortably.

“You can’t pee in that thing,” Scully said, knowing where this was headed.

“Define can’t,” Mulder said.

“Not in this car, you can’t.”

Mulder and Scully spend Valentine's Day on a beautifully snarky stakeout.

@amazalina's msr headcanons : Scully and long car rides

He’s always the one who drives, and she’d like to be better at pretending she doesn’t like it. It feels too safe for her not to. It’s not that he drives any better than she does. It just feels good to be driven across the country through strange places, to dangerous situations, by the one person she trusts the most. Tucked in the passenger seat, she’s completely safe to watch him as he looks straight ahead. She observes him, notices his thoughts go through his mind.

@nowwhateinstein's (Ao3) The Absence of Light

Scully awoke to a hand on her shoulder and Mulder’s voice speaking softly into her ear. “Hey, Scully, wake up.”

She sat up. “Mulder, where are we?”

“Just outside Harrisonburg, off of I-81. A slight detour.”

Mulder stops their car so he and Scully can watch the early-evening fireflies.

@skylandmountain1013/SkylandMountain1013's

42 msr, go!/Prompt- I swear it was an accident

“Mulder..”

“I swear it was an accident,” he offers.

“An accident?” She rubs her temples to keep her voice from getting too shrill- the shrill he sometimes makes fun of when they’re arguing reincarnation, flesh eating parasites, or when he insists on ordering 2 desserts off the Chinese Star take out menu.

Mulder and Scully weather the heat after their car breaks down.

@syntax6’s (Gossamer, FFN, Omni)

20 Chapter 3: Three

They have a combined forty-three years of schooling between them, but there is little they can do in the face of a smoking black engine. Scully is half tempted to pull out her gun and shoot it, just for the satisfaction.

After the rental breaks down, Scully insists she and Mulder walk around until they find a signal.

20 Chapter 6: Six

He does not slow down. Neither does he answer her for a long moment. "Patrick Crump," he says finally, and she waits for him to continue. He maneuvers neatly around a slower car in front of them. "I can't shake that feeling. I feel that same desperation, Scully; I understand his intense need to keep moving in the face of inevitable doom."

She frowns and reaches for his head. "You have pressure in your ears?"

He ducks her touch. "Not there," he says. "Here." He touches his chest, and then looks quickly at her to see her reaction.

Post Drive Scully helps Mulder to realign his thinking.

@gaycrouton/OnlyTheInevitable's In the Dark of the Night

They walked as fast as they could towards the car, and, upon reaching it, she dug into his pockets until she found the keys. She unlocked it as quickly as she could before easing Mulder into the passenger seat. With the overhead yellow glow of the car lights, she could assess just how bad the damage was. His entire torso was stained crimson and his pale skin was covered in a sheen of sweat.

S3 Scully drives like mad to get her heroic but injured partner help.

@lotsoforangesoutside/@lotzzoforangezoutside‘s (Ao3)

A Waste of a Nose

Staring at him, she finds that Mulder no longer look as confident as he did earlier.

“I… so I called Hertz.” He begins, “it’s called Blackberry Clove. It’s the air freshener they used. I… I got a kick out of it. My favorite perfume is an air freshener. I just… wanna to share that.”

Post Syzygy Scully wonders what her father would have thought of Mulder.

Impromptu

“Hey Scully,” he says from the passenger seat, with the back of his head resting on the headrest and chair reclined.

That’s his sixth hey Scully since they’ve left Tallahassee. Mulder has refused the EMT’s advice to visit the Tallahassee Memorial Hospital, claiming that he’s got his personal doctor traveling with him.

Post Detour Mulder wants to see America from the backseat with Scully.

Fireworks

“No talking later, Mulder.”

Out of the blue, she announces.

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t want to be shouting back and forth. My throat’s been…hurting a little since this morning.” She rubs her eyes with one hand, looking like a child getting out of bed, “I might be coming down with somethin’.”

He bites his tongue so he won’t say, how come you didn’t say anything to me?

AU-- Post FTF Mulder drives Scully to see fireworks.

The Straightest Road in Texas

There is so, so much more to life, he now knows. And it’s right next to him, riding in this car, laughing at his memories. Well, laughing with him at his memories.

They have taken a lot of casualties last summer, but like the hero in the movies, he walks away with the girl.

Dating-- Mulder and Scully bond over a car guessing game.

ㄌ

He continues to drive, it’s so hot today that the asphalt could melt. There’s nearly no pedestrians around, and the sun is blaring so brightly that looking at it makes him dizzy.

Dating-- Mulder distracts Scully from fuming over the heat.

Barnes Corners

“Does a sailor’s daughter want to live at the same place as the fisherman’s daughter?” He keeps asking.

“That depends on which daughter you ask.” Scully admits that she has been thinking about Missy tonight as well. Both Pendrell and Max remind her of Charlie, who she hasn’t seen for a while....

“I’m asking the one that’s sitting in the car with me.” Mulder simply replies. “Would you like to live close to the water?”

Post Max Mulder fishes for future plans from Scully.

A Mother’s Choice

Scully did not put her baby down for the next five day. She felt like even William thought he had enough cuddling, as he began to look at her with slight concern, something so identical to his daddy when he worried.

“How ‘bout a trip, buddy?” She said to her baby, wondering how much an eleven-month-old could understand, and how crazy it was to travel with a baby, one who still needed his bottle at night, goes through diapers like they were bathroom tissues, and wouldn’t sleep unless she sang him a lullaby.

AU-- S9 Scully regrets the adoption; and TLG help her put her life back together.

The Old Man’s Choice

He went with the raspy-voice old man without telling anyone. He was a smart boy and knew he wasn’t supposed to talk to strangers, let alone getting into a car with him, but something told him that this old man, grandpa or not, really knew his birth parents.

AU-- S9 CSM takes William from his adopted family and hands him over to Mulder.

vanessadingle's Like A Switch Has Been Flicked Somewhere - Chapter 1

“Scully I always give you a ride, my cars right here see? A taxi will take a while to come, I can’t leave you standing here by yourself it’s getting late”

“I can look after myself Mulder, I’m a grown woman”

“And that’s why as a gentleman I have to offer you a ride. Get in, don’t be difficult, lemme make it up to you”

He was overly polite and it bothered her, but she could see he was remorseful even if he didn’t fully understand why he’d irritated her and she couldn’t turn him down no matter how hard she tried.

Post Syzygy Scully fumes to the airport, on the plane, and while Mulder drives her home.

Amy Schatz’s Syzygy, Once Removed...

"What's wrong, Scully?"

She didn't answer for a few seconds, as she slowed the car down even more. "I don't know. I'm shaking all over."

AU-- Syzygy Scully and Mulder's feud ends with their fear over her health and past abduction.

@atths–twice/ATTHS_TWICE’s (Alt. Ao3, FFN)

A Quiet Love - Chapter 11

They drove home in silence, though he could hear the questions she was not asking. Not having the right words, he stayed silent, his fingers gripping the steering wheel.

Dropping her off, he only nodded when she said goodbye.

Post Pusher Mulder drops Scully home, breaks down in his car, and drives back.

Without an Umbrella

“Scully, we are on a highway where a car has not driven past us for at least 15 minutes. Neither of our cell phones are working, it’s pouring rain outside, and we are at least a mile away from the motel. Please tell me how lightening the mood would make any of this any better?”

She stared at him, her eyes now as angry as his appeared.

Mulder stews over Kersh's case until Scully gets out, stands in the rain, and definitively changes his mood.

Shared Treasures

“I’m gonna need an explanation,” she said and he nodded.

“So the doll wasn’t the only thing I found.”

“Obviously,” she laughed as he looked at the car in his hand.

Post Empedocles Scully teases Mulder with the pizza man while he vroom-vrooms a little car over their soon-to-be baby.

A Patchwork Heart

He filled the silence in the car, chatting about everything. It was very different from any other man she had traveled with in the past. Jack usually had a topic planned ahead of time, thus the car ride was spent wisely, as he used to say. Ethan liked listening to classical music and for the short time they were together, she heard more Bach and Beethoven than she ever wanted to hear again.

But Mulder, though not her boyfriend, thus not an entirely accurate comparison, loved to discuss anything and everything.

Post Revival Scully ruminates over past driving excursions.

30xf's Wetwired

Once Dana is in the passenger seat, Mrs. Scully grasps my forearm and assures me, "I'll call you when we know something." It was only a momentary touch, but it somehow makes me feel completely at ease. All at once I understand without a doubt where Scully gets all her strength from.

Wetwired Mulder reassures Scully.

Macspooky's

Home from the Hospital

She smiled when she saw him. It lit her tired looking face.

"I'm free. Let's go." Dana picked up her small bag and they headed for his car. The ride to her home was silent. When they pulled up in front of her building, she turned to look at him.

"Would you come in for a little while, Mulder? I'll make you some of my gourmet coffee, and I know my mother left one of her chocolate cakes."

Post Wetwired Scully wants Mulder to drive her home.

The Reprimand

Dana felt herself being moved or thought she did. Her face was no longer pressed against glass but rather against a familiar and comforting warmth. She felt something brush the top of her head, gentle lips. The words "I'm sorry," were whispered quietly. She was somewhere half between being awake and asleep in a twighlight world of incredibly pleasant dreams. It didn't feel like a dream though. The words were so distinct and the touch so real.

Post Paper Hearts Scully gets flak from all sides after Mulder's foolhardy decision.

A Long Drive Home from Rhode Island

She might know he needed sleep, but she would never convince Fox Mulder.

"Not a word, Mulder," she warned. "I'm tired, but you are exhausted. I'm driving."

Talitha Cumi Scully drives Mulder while Tena is being transferred.

Breaking the News

As much as he didn't like the idea of the older woman driving alone to Pennsylvania, he could see by the set of her mouth that she was determined. He had learned about that expression from her daughter. Unlike his mother, Maggie Scully was capable and sensible. And, though he hated to admit it, Margaret was right.

Memento Mori Mulder tells Maggie in person.

Anonymous's (mulderscreek, annex-files) Lament

He held his throbbing ankle off the ground. All that driving hadn't been good for it. Scully would kill him if he couldn't walk tomorrow. He closed the car door and limped rather slowly towards the house. He looked at it with trepidation but the house failed to loom menacingly. It was as pleasant as could be, not the malicious building it should have been.

Post Herrenvolk Mulder and his mother surprise each other at the summer house, then spend the rest of his birthday bonding.

@scullydubois/scully_dubois's

Bridge - Chapter 1

…As their rental car rumbles along toward the airport, Mulder keeps himself awake at the wheel by trying to read his partner’s mind. Stubborn skeptic that she is, he figures he’d need cold hard proof to convince her. And what better way to harmlessly yet accurately read someone’s mind than with a game of I Spy?

AU-- Post Unruhe Mulder admits he heard Scully's German and pleas, somehow, in his mind.

story_monger's Searching Souls - Chapter 1

Scully takes a deep inhale. “You know you shouldn’t have said that Cancer Man was the Gestapo officer,” she says.

Mulder shifts; she can feel him looking at her. He probably has that slightly resigned, slightly defiant expression that always rings with a touch of kicked puppy. Scully hates that expression; it makes her feel like the bad guy.

Post TFWID Mulder convinces Scully to believe his theory, even if only for one night.

EPurSeMouve's Joining You

Reach him, make contact, get him back...

"Mulder, Samantha *is* the X-Files. Nothing else matters, right?" She hated saying it, hated the rainy-night memory that flashed through her mind, full of innocence and closeness.

He took his eyes off the road for a few dangerous seconds, met hers. "Not anymore," was his oh-so-quiet reply.

S4 Mulder tries to run off on a possible suicide quest-- Scully, however, won't let him go alone.

Thanks for reading~

Enjoy!

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inquisimer · 2 months

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happy friday mer!!! for your mahariel/alistair, "❛ if only the time and space between us wasn’t lonely ❜"

happy dadwc kia and ty for the prompt! it's sad mahariel hours in my house (it's always sad mahariel hours in my house) ;-;

for @dadrunkwriting

Sari used the cover of darkness to sneak back into Denerim. When she left, months ago, she’d planned to stay away forever. Even now, with corpses cleared and buildings repaired, ghosts lingered on each and every cobblestone.

But she had to come. Her heart beat against the scrap of paper in her breast pocket, an unsigned message in loopy writing: it is built.

When she rounded the corner up Queen’s Row, Sari’s breath caught. Alongside the palace gates stood a new structure, gleaming in the moonlight. A proud, silver-plated griffon perched on the roof, wings unfurled, about to take flight. Piles of flowers and coin and ribbons cluttered the entrance where a magical flame flickered, blue and undying to honor the one who gave his life to save them all.

Sari kept her hood drawn, past the lone guard and all the way up to the shrine. A few pieces of armor (that she knew to be fakes), a glass case over a polished medal, and a sword affixed to the wall above it. That was real—there could be no mistaking the dried flecks of the archdemon’s Blighted blood.

A smooth inscription in the marble read:

Alistair Theirin Warrior | Grey Warden | Hero of the Fifth Blight In Death, Sacrifice.

She placed her hands over the words so that she wouldn’t have to see the terrible code that condemned him to die. As soon as her palms touched cool stone, her knees gave way; she sank to the floor and pressed her forehead to it instead, tasting salt on her tongue as tears made their lonely, inevitable journey to the floor.

I miss you, she cried, silent. I cannot do this alone.

She had not been allowed to grieve for Tamlen. But there was no one in this world or the next, no quest or crisis that could keep her from anguish now. Not when her love was gone to ashes.

They should have been heroes together. Or he should be here, and she in the gilded urn, just a legend, a myth. That’s what she would be, anyway. The people who claimed to exalt her did not recognize her pointed ears or tattooed face—their eyes glazed over her where they would have latched on to Alistair.

You should be here.

She could feel the tears ending, for now. Just as well—she could not linger, lest she invite Leliana to descend her perch from the palace. And she could not bear the presence of her friend, not now, no matter how dear, no matter how she’d covered for Sari’s absence with both the crown and the crowds. Her touch was too gentle and forgiving to survive the barbs that Sari would stake into her if they met now.

With shaking hands, she loosed the leather cord from her neck. She felt off-balance without the weight of the tiny vial at her throat, but she set it alongside the other offerings at the shrine. The dark, sludgy concoction within oozed and warped as it settled.

Sari knelt before the shrine once more and pressed a kiss just over his name. How cold the stone was beneath her lips; the hardness sealed itself in her heart as she stood and wiped her face.

Ar lath ma, vhenan.

With each step she took, pieces of her fell away. A myth, a legend, a cautionary tale left in her wake.

The Hero of Ferelden left Ferelden behind.

#my writing #dadwc #mahariel #alistair theirin #dao #dragon age fanfic #dragon age origins #mahariel x alistair #warden x alistair #sari x alistair #oc: sari mahariel #ws: the old life haunts the new

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mako-neexu · 1 month

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jalter calls dantes a parasite upon learning he has a chaldea version and a version that lives inside guda www but sari-sen explains that dantes was more like an immune system that burn off malignant information that accumulate at guda's waste pit in their consciousness throughout their journey. but it also turns out that the dantes of chaldea and the dantes in guda's mind switched in this singularity where chaldea dantes is the "dark shadow" and prison tower dantes (who has been right there from the start since part 1😭) is the "masked man" / mastermind of the singularity...

#its already revealed back then in interlude 2 like... why didnt they include it grahhhh #fgo spoilers

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windydrawallday · 6 months

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Lockdown & Prowl HCs: Bounty Hunting Together!

Mostly musing about these rascals taking missions outside Earth and confronting factionless aliens in space.

Because of how there are planets so different from Cybertron and Earth, the first time Lockdown would pick a few missions in places with familiar characteristics for the cyber-ninja to navigate without much effort.

Or even pick a combo of upgrades that would aid better the kid during the journey (that means making Prowl try them and walk around to test and adjust the items... like a fashion model).

If the upgrades are for combat, they would have short sparring sessions. "Short" I said but for sure they would get carried away, trying to show off at each other as usual.

Lockdown learned the hard way that the kid doesn't take well the idea of missions focused on terminating the target. After their first and last one, Prowl didn't talk to him for many Earth weeks.

Prowl disapproves of but Lockdown doesn't care much about being mean and beating targets. Usually, the mismatched mech is mindful of keeping the prey intact (sometimes is a request in the task) but there's no forgiving if they scratch an inch of paint from his partner!

(What? Attachment? Do you know how pricey is gold paint in the middle of space?)

(... probably Swindle supplied some to them I MEAN--)

For that same reason Lockdown is careful to pick missions with targets that look like Earth's fauna: during one of those, Prowl made him carry the thing with an absurd amount of care because the kid couldn't tolerate seeing the alien suffer.

... But if Prowl sees the target giving an unnecessary display of violence to the bounty hunter, there is no peace of mind holding him back and he will return each hit to the target. The devilish proud smile Lockdown carries around after such events can last for days, annoying the cyber-ninja a little.

If the mission doesn't take a lot of time and they have spare moments to relax, Lockdown lets Prowl explore the surroundings.

On moments like that, Prowl usually organizes "picnics" out there to celebrate the accomplishment. Most of the time, the space poncho ends as a picnic blanket.

... or a blanket in general if Prowl ends exhausted during the trip. Sleepy cocoon easy to carry for Lockdown.

Knowing alien flora doesn't last far from its original planet, Prowl started to collect and press flowers after Sari told him about that old-fashioned human pastime.

When he goes solo in missions and if he remembers, Lockdown gathers up flowers and leaves them in a little corner for Prowl to judge if they fit on the collection.

And even if he repeats, Prowl saves the trinkets anyway just for the gesture.

#myart #ifellinrobothellagain #windy flock of ideas #tf headcanons #tf au #transformers fanart #maccadam #lockprowl #prowldown #shipping to the moon and back #i have been quite soso lately #and busy af and resting a lot #but while decluttering my google keep i found a lot of hcs like these!#i usually dont share my writing stuff because i dont think im good enough with them #and because i prefer to save them to use as prompts in the future #but you know what? its not fair to let them collect pixel dust there so #now and then ill release some in this way x)#and doodly-doodle to acompany #i want to draw them in more everyday bonding activities #i laugh at these anyways: it started in a way and ended in another #i have the attention span of a squirrel #btw english is not my first language so! bear with meee #EDITED main pic to put a Scintilla cameo in the background haha #lockdown/prowl #tfa lockdown #prowllock

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sarijournal · 3 months

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i SCREAMED when he touched her belly

#blog #journal #journey #sari journey #blogger #personal blog #sari journal #captain hook #killian jones #once upon a time #captain killian jones #captain killian jones hook #emma swan jones #emma swan #ouat #ouat 7x02 #captain swan #captain swan 7x02

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Chronicles of Volantes

Hello everyone, after a very long time I have taken to the pen again.

I decided to recycle an old idea of mine and write it as a cyoa WIP.

To play the demo, go here: Chronicles of Volantes (dashingdon.com)

Currently, I have only a ca. 10k snippet of the prologue/Act 1 done and wanted to upload what I have so far to see if there is any interest in the world so far.

Also I have never used tmblr before so I have no idea what I am doing and you are welcome to join me on this wild ride.

The following will be rewritten once I am a little more in the story. It will be more concrete then

Welcome to the world of Ariagon, where flying dragons roam the skies and danger lurks around every corner. Join a diverse cast of characters on a journey of adventure and self-discovery as they explore the breathtaking flying mountains of Volantes. Bond with your very own dragon as you navigate through a world of politics, betrayal, and magic as the impending war on the continent binds you and rips open old wounds. Will you rise to the occasion, use your powers for your own gain or will you even become the villain? The choice is yours as you discover new friendships and perhaps even find romance in this dangerous world. Hold on tight and get ready for a wild ride in the world of Ariagon.

RO’s

Alexander/Alexandra Lapides [M/F] Alex is protective, confident, and ambitious in nature. They are two years your senior and have just always been around. They are heir to one of the most prestigious houses of your kingdom, they are basically your childhood best friend and very close to both you and your twin. A prodigy in all things weaponry and military they and Isaac are in a continuous inofficial contest for the top spot in military matters. Their father holds the position of Knight Commander of the Draco Alas a position that is not hereditary but has been filled by their family for 5 generations. They are expected to live up to their families’ expectations and take their fathers’ place.

Bonddragon: Tiamat

Selene von Flüge [F] Selene is the second in command of the Draco Alas. Her considerable talent in leadership and strategy makes her a formidable officer. She is the youngest in recent history to hold such a high-ranking position with the elite guards. Her amicable character has made her beloved by her subordinates and she is one of the few that can keep up with Alex and Isaac’s talent. Her weapon of choice is the Dragonbow and she has made it her hobby to instruct everyone who shows up once a week. Her lessons have a high return rate for her character more than her teaching methods.

Bonddragon: Cierca

Ciel von Thurn vie Scipio [M/] Ciel is calm, charming, intelligent, and calculating in nature. He spends half of his time with his father in the empire surrounded by the far more dangerous court affairs of Kushar and sometimes jokes that time in Volantes is like a vacation from trying not to be murdered. He has inherited the diplomatic talent from his mother and is very liked in the golden halls. He loves magic and has considerable talent for it, although messing with your soulbond may have not been his brightest idea. Even though he can play the role that is expected of him he is actually an introvert who finds most people quiet energy draining. There is a competition going around the golden halls where nobles try to seduce him [he hates it but strings them along to further his own goals]. For those that hold his affection, there is almost nothing he is not willing to do.

Bonddragon: Saris

Emperor Akin [M] Kushars emperor is either slandered as a warmonger or heralded as a reformer. The empire has tripled in size since he took the throne and is in almost constant conflict with its neighbors. He has 7 concubines, all heirs of conquered territories, but rumour has it he never visits any one of them. One can often find them walking freely around the golden halls, breaking tradition of isolation and for some even chastidy. His rise to the throne was unexpected and sudden and he compensated for the lacking support with force and suppression. The empire is thriving culturally and he is slowly implementing changes that would have been unthinkable under his father. He never talks about his childhood and every portrait and remembrance of his older siblings and the emperor was burned the moment he took his place in the golden halls. You will never see him show up in any of the typical revealing outfits of his court, there are many speculations about what he is hiding under the layers of silky fabric. He has few people close to him and tends to show very clearly who holds his favour and who does not.

Nuru Farouk [M/F] Nuru has been living in Volantes since your 15th birthday when they were sent to take on the role of Kushars diplomat. They are quite young and rumor has it that they were coerced into their role by their stepmother to make space for her own children to take over as the family’s heir. They are amicable and have integrated very well into Volantes Court affairs. Their manipulative nature makes it easy for them to gain allies in the normally quiet court. They seem quite content with their life in Volantes. They have always shown interest in you and you have developed a friendship over the years [you think]. They don’t really get along with Isaac as he can’t handle their manipulative nature. Nuru is a good ally to have and a bad enemy.

Lekani the Beauty [F] Lekani is charming, cunning, and intelligent some would also call her stubborn as she is determined when she set her mind to something she will do everything in her might to reach her goals. Lekani is known around the continent for being the epitome of beauty. Some describe her as almost godess-like. She benefits from her blood relation to the emperor and seems to enjoy more freedom than the average woman of Kushar. She is Akin’s younger sister and their relationship seems to be a close one. She is enamored with the idea of dragons and shows a very keen interest in everything to do with Volantes. Can you trust her or is she only after her own interests?

Sefu the sword saint [N] Sefu is the bodyguard of Akin and the closest person the emperor has to a real friend. They know about his history and were there to pick the royal back up after one event or another. Their abilities with the sword are legendary. They hone it with a dedication that some may call obsession. They are very sceptical of you and never let you out of their sight for long.

Your family Queen Helena of Volantes Your mother is a cunning woman. Some say she seduced your father only for the title of queen. That is not true as the woman hides her warm heart behind a composed front. She is a traditionalist and prefers for your kingdom to keep its neutral status. Is she on to something? She is known for her magic potency and passed her abilities onto you and your sister. She can be an affectionate mother but she also has high expectations. Her expectations have pushed Isaac away and so her focus rests mostly on you.

King Darius of Volantes Darius became king way too soon as his parents perished when he was 12. Darius had to grow up fast after that and people still gossip about how he kept his optimistic nature. He is calm, composed, and kind when reigning over your populace. His charisma makes him very liked by nobles and commoners alike.

Bonddragon: Balruch

Isaac of Volantes: Your beloved twin. You are blessed [or cursed] with your gods’ blessing of the soulbond. You and your twin are bound by magic so old no one knows exactly how it works anymore only that the bond is sacred as it is said to be the reason human and dragonkind found together. What you do know is that you and your dragons share more than just the normal bond. If he dies you die too and history is full of stories of soulbound twins and their dragon counterparts that ended in tragedy. Will you be able to keep each other safe? Isaac is the heir to the flying mountains of Volantes. He may seem like he doesn’t take his responsibilities seriously but those who know him know that he is dedicated and dutiful. His keen intellect hides behind his carefree and optimistic nature and even though he still struggles with sitting still he can if he makes up his mind. He is very athletic because of his preference for physical activities, he is known for being a prodigy with his weaponry and all things military. The relationship with your mother is a bit strained. He feels under pressure and never adequate as his nature contradicts what she expects from him as the heir.

Bonddragon: Vritra

Hannah Volantes Your younger sister is extremely introverted and shy. She only talks to you and Isaac really and prefers the company of books. Sometimes one can find her with the dragons just watching but not really interacting with them. Her intellect is well beyond her years. When she spends time with you and Isaac she is warm and affectionate and loves to cuddle. She loves falling asleep in your company. She has considerable musical talent and loves to play her harp for the dragons whenever they are willing to listen.

Dragons

Saris Saris is Ciels bond-dragon. He is mischievous, intelligent, playful, and curious. Due to his distance from Ciel, he is always looking for a connection. He shares a deep friendship with Falei. He is a pixy/salco dragon which means that he is part of the smallest family of dragons and he takes full advantage of his size to explore and cuddle whenever he can. Saris scales shimmer a rich golden color.

Tiamat Tiamat is proud and protective perfectly falling into his role as Alex’s partner. The Sky Dragon thrives on combat and is the fastest of his generation. He is however unbelievably shy and rarely talks to anyone apart from Alex. His scales are light blue and he is perfectly camouflaged against the sky.

Vritra Vritra is one of the dragon twins. She is bound to her brother like you are to yours. She is adventurous, friendly, and playful. Like Isaaac she prefers physical activities and she loves their rigorous training and combat exercises. As a celestial dragon, she proudly shows her iridescent pearly scales that are reminiscent of moonstone gems.

Balruch TBA

Falei Falei is your bonded dragon. He is the antithesis to his twin sister. Were she likes to stay active he likes to spend his time in calm dranquility, were she is extroverted and friendly he is introverted and prefers the presence of book over people and dragons. His protectiveness makes him a worrier and he likes to be prepared for everything. He shares your talent for magic and is a capable fighter if he has to. Faleis has dark iridescent scales that seem almost abyssmal dark reeling you in towards the nothing but in the sunlight your can watch the star-like patterns dance over his scales, painting pictures of fareaway galaxies.

Hanwa TBA Bahamut TBA Cierca TBA

Codex in the works

Summary

To do

Finish this post

Add a save system.

figure out how to implement nb mc’s

Finish the Prologue/Act 1

figure out how to create Codex that makes sense

Add other important people

Summary

Am I in over my head … Yes, yes I am

#cyoa game #cyoa #choicescript #wip update #interactive fiction #if game #if wip #interactive novel #high fantasy #dragons

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REYNATIS coming west this fall for PS5, PS4, Switch, and PC

From Gematsu

NIS America will release FuRyu and Natsume Atari-developed dark action RPG REYNATIS for PlayStation 5, PlayStation 4, Switch, and PC via Steam this fall in the west, the publisher announced. The PC version is newly announced. It will support Japanese audio with English text.

In Japan, REYNATIS is due out for PlayStation 5, PlayStation 4, and Switch on July 25.

Here is an overview of the game, via NIS America:

About

REYNATIS is an action RPG set in the painstakingly-recreated streets of Shibuya, Tokyo. In a world where fantasy meets reality, the citizens of Shibuya fear magic and the power it holds, forcing wizards to conceal their inhuman abilities or face oppression. Seeking freedom through strength, the wizard Marin heads to Shibuya, where he meets Sari, an officer of the MEA, an organization dedicated to keeping wizards under control. Conceal your magic to explore the city as a regular civilian and shop or take on quests, or use your explosive powers to reach new locations and battle those who stand in your way. Fight for what you believe in in this stylish, spellbinding RPG from director TAKUMI and featuring music by Yoko Shimomura!

Key Features

Freedom vs. Order – The wizard Marin and the officer Sari stand on opposing sides of a conflict that will shake the world to its core. Experience an enthralling story that tackles oppression, clashing ideals, and the price of freedom.

City of Secrets – Navigate the streets of Shibuya and choose between remaining concealed to talk to civilians, shop, and accept quests or exposing your true self to harness your inhuman powers. Your journey will also take you into the alternate world of Another, a fantasy land teeming with ferocious monsters and secrets to uncover.

Might and Magic – Freely swap between using evasive maneuvers in Suppressed mode and utilizing magic to deal explosive damage in Liberated mode. Each of the six different playable characters has their own unique abilities, from summoning to aerial attacks.

Watch the western announcement trailer below. View a set of screenshots at the gallery. Visit the official website here.

Announce Trailer

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#REYNATIS #FuRyu #Natsume Atari #NIS America #Action RPG #RPG #Gematsu #Very quick announcement.#Youtube

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allari-ammayi · 7 months

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Butta Bomma

A. Bahubali x Reader x B. Deva

The Monkey Woman

Synopsis: Y/n decides to blend in with the other women of Mahismati and dons a Sari, catching Bhalla and Bahu's attention. Y/n is acquainted with several other women in the court, who teach her how to wear a sari in the Mahismati way. When Y/n's new friends longingly stare at a fruit tree, Y/n takes it upon herself to climb the tree and fetch some fruit, which catches the attention of everyone around, especially an amused Bhalla, who endlessly teases her about it.

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Once Y/N had been settled into her official room within the palace, she couldn't help but ponder her unique situation. The unfamiliar surroundings and the grandeur of the palace were a stark contrast to her previous life running her grandmother's antique store. She knew that to truly understand the kingdom and its people, she needed to blend in and dress like the other ladies of Mahishmati.

Curiosity piqued, and Y/N explored the closet in her room. To her delight, she discovered a breathtaking sari adorned with intricate patterns and vibrant colours. Although completely unfamiliar with the attire, she made up her mind to give it a try, despite her apprehensions.

With a mixture of determination and uncertainty, Y/N carefully unfurled the sari and began the process of dressing herself. She attempted to mimic what she had seen in movies and pictures, her fingers gently navigating the folds and pleats of the fabric. The sari's length and complexity posed a challenge, and her first attempt resulted in a slightly skewed, modernized version of the traditional attire. But she persisted, adjusting the drape and pleats until she managed to make it presentable.

As she gazed at her reflection in the ornate mirror, Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in her efforts to assimilate into this new world. The vibrant colours of the sari added a touch of elegance to her appearance, and she couldn't deny that she looked the part, even if it was far from perfect.

As Y/N explored the vast palace, she marvelled at the opulence that surrounded her. The grand corridors seemed to stretch on endlessly, and the walls were adorned with intricate designs that told stories of a rich history. The palace felt like a labyrinth of secrets and hidden treasures waiting to be discovered.

She couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the grandeur of Mahishmati. The palace was a testament to the kingdom's power and influence, and Y/N couldn't help but wonder about the lives of the people who had lived within these walls for generations.

As she continued her exploration, Y/N encountered palace servants who bustled about their duties. Their attire and demeanour were a stark contrast to her own, but they treated her with respect and kindness. Y/N felt a sense of gratitude for their hospitality, which made her feel less like a stranger in this foreign land.

Her journey through the palace led her to the palace gardens, a lush oasis of greenery and vibrant flowers. The scent of blooming blossoms filled the air, and Y/N couldn't help but be captivated by the beauty of the natural surroundings. She took a moment to pause and soak in the tranquillity of the garden, finding solace in the midst of her extraordinary circumstances.

As Y/N continued to explore, she couldn't shake the feeling that her presence in Mahishmati held a greater purpose. She was determined to fulfil her mission, to change Bhallaladeva's fate, and to make a difference in this ancient world. The journey ahead was filled with challenges and uncertainties, but Y/N was ready to face them head-on.

With each step she took in the grand palace, Y/N's determination grew stronger. She was no longer just a visitor; she was a part of the intricate tapestry of Mahishmati, and she was determined to play her role in shaping its destiny.

As Y/N explored the grand corridors of the palace, her attention was suddenly drawn to a bustling training ground on the ground floor. Curiosity piqued, she made her way towards it. There, she spotted Bhallaladeva, intensely practicing swordsmanship with a group of skilled warriors.

From her vantage point on the third floor, Y/N had a clear view of the training ground. She couldn't help but be mesmerized by the display of strength and precision before her. Bhallaladeva's movements were like a dance of deadly grace, his sword flashing through the air with deadly accuracy. It was a sight to behold, and Y/N found herself completely absorbed in watching him.

Unbeknownst to Y/N, Amarendra Bahubali, who had been present at the training ground, noticed her presence from a distance. He observed her as she admired Bhallaladeva's swordsmanship, intrigued by her fascination. Bahu had always been skilled in reading people, and he couldn't help but wonder what it was about Bhallaladeva that had captured Y/N's attention.

As Bhallaladeva continued his rigorous training, Y/N's gaze remained fixed on him. She admired not just his physical prowess but also the determination and dedication with which he practised. It was clear to her that he was a man who took his responsibilities seriously, even in matters of combat.

Y/N's unintentional observation of Bhallaladeva's training provided her with a deeper insight into the man. She had seen him not just as a prince or a warrior but as a person committed to honing his skills and fulfilling his duties to the kingdom.

Amarendra Bahubali, still watching Y/N, couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity about her. Her fascination with Bhallaladeva had not gone unnoticed, and Bahu wondered if there was more to this mysterious newcomer than met the eye.

Bahubali, with his innate curiosity about everything and everyone, couldn't resist the urge to approach Y/N. As she stood on the third floor, her gaze still fixed on Bhallaladeva's intense training session, Bahubali made his way towards her with a friendly smile.

He approached her with a warm and open demeanour, a natural conversationalist.

"Quite a display, isn't it?" he began, gesturing towards Bhallaladeva and the warriors below. "Our prince takes his training very seriously."

Y/N, somewhat startled by Bahubali's sudden appearance, turned her attention to him. She found herself face to face with a man who exuded an air of approachability and friendliness. It was a refreshing change from the tension and unfamiliarity she had experienced since her arrival.

Her response, however, was marked by a strange manner of speech, a modern Telugu with a hint of her unique quirks. She replied,

"Oh, I know right?! Like, seriously, he's a badass warrior, isn’t he?" Her unconventional way of speaking piqued Bahubali's curiosity, and he couldn't help but chuckle at her choice of words.

"Indeed, he is," Bahubali agreed, his deep voice carrying a friendly tone. "But I must say, your way of describing it is quite... unique." He emphasized the word 'unique' with a playful twinkle in his eye.

Y/N couldn't help but smile in response to Bahubali's warm demeanour. Despite the language barrier and the unfamiliar surroundings, there was something about his presence that put her at ease. It was as though she had found a friendly face amidst the unfamiliarity of the palace.

Bahubali continued the conversation, genuinely interested in getting to know this intriguing lady. "I haven't seen you around the palace before. Are you a guest of the queen, or have you recently arrived in Mahishmati?" he inquired jokingly, his curiosity driving the conversation forward.

Y/N nodded, her expressive eyes reflecting her enthusiasm. "Yeah, I'm like a newbie here. Just arrived and trying to soak in all the royal vibes, you know?" She joked back. She couldn't help but laugh at her own words, feeling a bit self-conscious about her informal way of speaking.

Bahubali's warm smile remained unwavering. "Well, we're glad to have you here in Mahishmati and it’s good to know you’re settling in well," he replied, his gaze sincere. "If you ever need any assistance or have questions about the kingdom, don't hesitate to ask. I'm here to help."

Y/N's heart warmed at Bahubali's offer of assistance. She had never expected to find such a welcoming presence in this ancient world.

"That's really nice of you," she said, her voice filled with gratitude. "I might just take you up on that offer."

As Bahubali and Y/N continued their conversation, their rapport grew effortlessly. The language barrier seemed less daunting, and they found common ground in their shared curiosity about each other's worlds. In that moment, amidst the grandeur of the palace and the intensity of Bhallaladeva's training, a genuine connection was forming between these two individuals from different worlds, bound by the intrigue of the unknown.

As Bhallaladeva sparred with the skilled warriors in the training ground, his focus was unwavering, his swordsmanship precise and relentless. However, on this particular day, something unusual happened. His eyes, trained for combat and strategy, were inexplicably drawn to the grand palace's upper levels.

There, standing on the third floor, was Y/N, dressed in a vibrant and slightly skewed sari that accentuated her grace and elegance. Bhallaladeva's swordplay momentarily faltered as he caught sight of her. He found himself inexplicably mesmerized by her presence, his sword hanging mid-air as if enchanted by her beauty.

Bhallaladeva found himself mesmerized by the grace and uniqueness of her attire, something entirely unfamiliar to him in this ancient kingdom. It was as if her sari style had cast a spell over him, capturing his attention in a way he had never expected.

Despite the bustling training ground and the clang of swords, Bhallaladeva's eyes remained fixed on Y/N. The warriors he sparred with exchanged puzzled glances as they witnessed their prince's unusual distraction. They had never seen their prince react this way before, and it was clear that something extraordinary had caught his attention. Something extraordinary had undoubtedly caught his eye, and it was clear that Y/N had ignited a curiosity and fascination within him.

Amidst the chaotic training session, Bhallaladeva couldn't help but find Y/N's sari style uniquely beautiful, even though it was a modern twist that stood out in the grandeur of Mahishmati. This unexpected allure pulled him away from his rigorous training, setting the stage for an intriguing connection that would defy the conventions of their world.

Despite his usually reserved and stern demeanour, Bhallaladeva couldn't deny the magnetic pull he felt towards Y/N. There was an undeniable intrigue in her presence, an allure that had disrupted his focus in a way he couldn't explain.

In the middle of the clang of swords and the shouts of the warriors, Bhallaladeva found himself drawn to Y/N's graceful figure, her vibrant sari standing out amidst the palace's grandeur. In that moment, he couldn't help but wonder about the enigmatic woman who had unknowingly captured his attention, setting the stage for a connection that would defy the conventions of their world.

As Y/N decided it was time to explore more of the palace and get accustomed to the people around, she casually bid farewell to Bahubali, leaving him with a smirk and a wave.

“Well, there’s a lot more this to palace than just a hallway and a balcony, so I’ll take my leave now,”

“Well, I could show you around, if you wanted,” Bahubali offered, earning a smile from Y/n. Y/n looked around and saw the group of girls that were fawning over Bahu, and chuckled.

“Well, Prince Charming, I'll let you go back to your admirers. Don't want to keep the ladies waiting.” She said, with a princely charm, Bahubali chuckled,

"You're quite the character, Y/N. I hope you enjoy your time exploring the palace."

“Thanks, I’ll catch you later, Bahu,” Y/n departed with a wink and a wave, forgetting that she wasn’t talking to a fictional character anymore, but rather a real prince.

Her informal manner of parting amused Bahubali and even those nearby were taken aback by her audacity.

Bahubali, grinning at Y/N's playful departure, watched her go with an amused glint in his eye. He couldn't help but admire her spirited and carefree nature, which seemed to contrast the formality of the palace.

As Y/N ventured deeper into the palace, she couldn't help but notice the commotion caused by Bahubali's presence. It was a familiar scene - girls swooning and whispering amongst themselves, vying for a glimpse of the charismatic prince. Bahubali, accustomed to such attention, smiled and greeted those who approached him with charm and grace.

Y/N, on the other hand, was content to blend into the background, observing the interactions and dynamics of the palace without drawing too much attention to herself. It was her way of understanding this new world she had found herself in, and she was determined to make the most of this unique opportunity.

As Bahubali departed, a group of giggling girls quickly spotted Y/n wandering around the palace grounds. They couldn't contain their curiosity and excitement and rushed over to introduce themselves.

"Hello there! You must be new," one of the girls exclaimed, her eyes filled with curiosity.

Y/n offered a warm smile, appreciating their friendliness. "Yes, I am. I arrived here just recently," she replied.

The girls were eager to know more. "What's your name?" another girl inquired.

Y/n hesitated for a moment, thinking about her peculiar circumstances. "You can call me Y/n," she finally replied, opting for a more modern abbreviation of her name.

The questions continued to pour in as the girls gathered around her, creating an impromptu circle of curious faces.

"Where do you come from, Y/n?" one girl asked, her eyes sparkling with interest.

Y/n contemplated how much she should reveal about her true origins. "I come from a distant land, far from Mahishmati," she answered vaguely, maintaining an air of mystery.

"How do you know Prince Bahubali?" another girl inquired, her tone tinged with curiosity and perhaps a hint of jealousy.

Y/n chuckled, understanding the intrigue surrounding her connection with Bahubali. "I actually met him just yesterday," she confessed, and the girls exchanged surprised glances.

Their curiosity didn't wane, and they continued to pepper Y/n with questions. "What brings you here? Are you staying in the palace?" another girl asked.

Y/n decided to reveal her purpose, realizing that it wasn't a far-fetched story. "I've come to study the Mahishmati culture and learn about this incredible kingdom. As for staying in the palace, it seems I will be here for some time," she explained.

The girls exchanged glances, both impressed and envious of Y/n's opportunity. Despite their initial curiosity and perhaps a tinge of jealousy regarding her connection with Bahubali, they welcomed her warmly into their circle.

One of the girls then noticed something unique about Y/n's attire.

"Your sari is quite different from what we wear. Have you tried draping it the Mahishmati way?" she asked, a friendly smile on her face.

Y/n looked down at her slightly skewed sari, realizing that she had indeed draped it in a more modern fashion.

"I must confess, I'm not very skilled at draping it the way you do here. Would any of you be willing to teach me?" she asked, her eyes filled with genuine curiosity.

The girls exchanged amused glances and nodded enthusiastically. "Of course, we can show you! It's not too difficult once you get the hang of it," one of them reassured her.

With a single move, the ladies swept Y/n off her feet and ushed her to her chambers, but not before jealously admiring her room, its grandeur, size, and general amazingness.

Under the guidance of her newfound friends, Y/n's sari was expertly draped in the traditional Mahishmati style. With their assistance, she looked every bit the part of a palace dweller.

As they began to teach Y/n the art of draping a sari the Mahishmati way, the girls and Y/n formed an instant bond. Laughter and conversation filled the air as they shared stories and experiences, marking the beginning of a newfound friendship in the heart of the grand palace.

As they completed their task, the group of girls excitedly whisked Y/n away, eager to show off their newfound friend to the rest of the palace. They took her on a tour, introducing her to various parts of the grand palace.

Their wanderings led them to the training area, where the clashing of swords and the shouts of warriors echoed through the air. Y/n marvelled at the display of martial prowess taking place before her.

Unbeknownst to her, Bhallaladeva was engrossed in his training once more, his focus sharp as ever. However, as Y/n entered the area, the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of her, and his swordplay faltered for a brief moment. Her presence, clad in the exquisitely draped sari, captivated him once again, much like it had the first time he saw her.

Bhallaladeva's intense eyes remained fixed on Y/n as she moved with her newfound friends, his curiosity and fascination growing with every passing moment.

As the group of girls roamed the palace grounds, they came across a magnificent fruit tree laden with ripe, tempting fruits. Their eyes sparkled with desire as they gazed up at the fruit-laden branches.

Y/n couldn't help but notice their wistful expressions. With a confident smile, she decided to take matters into her own hands. The girls turned to her, curious about her plan.

"I'll fetch us some fruit," Y/n declared, earning surprised looks from her new friends. They exchanged glances, intrigued by her confidence.

"How?" one of the girls asked, her curiosity piqued.

Y/n simply winked at them and began demonstrating her plan. She gathered the end of her sari and deftly tucked it into her lehenga. The other girls watched with wide eyes as she approached the fruit-laden tree and started to climb, her sari serving as a makeshift rope.

The sight was nothing short of astonishing, and it didn't take long for a small crowd to gather, both men and women, to witness this incredible display. Y/n's agile ascent was met with gasps of amazement and admiration.

From her lofty perch, Y/n plucked several ripe fruits and gently dropped them to her friends below. The girls eagerly caught the fruit, their faces lighting up with delight.

But amid the cheers and applause, Y/n couldn't help but notice Bhallaladeva among the onlookers. His gaze was fixed on her, his expression a mix of awe and fascination.

However, Y/n, unaware of his true intentions, mistook his look for one of mockery. She quickly descended from the tree and landed gracefully on the ground. Brushing bits of bark from her hands, she felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her.

Not wanting to appear immodest in front of the prince, Y/n hastily readjusted her sari, ensuring it covered her properly. In her mind, she believed she had committed a social faux pas by climbing the tree, unaware that her actions had left many in awe, including Bhallaladeva himself.

As Bhallaladeva approached Y/n, the crowd that had gathered to witness her impressive feat began to disperse, giving them some space. Bhalla couldn't resist a snarky comment and a playful grin as he closed the distance between them.

"Quite the agile monkey, aren't you?" he teased, a glint of amusement in his eyes. His remark was met with a few chuckles from those who had witnessed Y/n's tree-climbing adventure.

Y/n, never one to back down from a friendly exchange, responded with an equally snarky comeback.

"Well, they say necessity is the mother of invention. Besides, I've never seen a tree laden with such delicious-looking fruit before."

Bhallaladeva's curiosity got the better of him, and he couldn't help but inquire,

"Speaking of inventions, why the change in your sari style?"

Y/n glanced down at her sari, now draped in the traditional Mahishmati fashion. She chuckled softly, realizing her earlier fashion faux pas.

"Honestly, I didn't even realize there was a different style here. Back where I come from, that was how we wear saris. It's comfortable and practical."

Bhalla, despite his initial teasing, spoke more softly this time. "Well, you should wear your style more often. It suits you and you wear it well."

Y/n, caught off guard by one of the fruits that her lady friend had tossed her, blinked in surprise.

"Sorry, I didn't catch that. Could you repeat it?" she asked, genuinely curious about his words.

But Bhallaladeva's face reddened, and he quickly masked his embarrassment with a snarky comment.

"Never mind. It wasn't that important." Y/n held a saddened look on her face.

“Aw, come on please tell me, I really didn’t hear you!” She pleaded, her look causing Bhalla to go redder and he looked away in embarrassed anger.

“I said it was nothing, Monkey!” Bhalla huffed, angrily, waving Y/n away, “Go back to climbing trees or something.” He grumbled.

With that, he turned on his heel and walked away, leaving Y/n both puzzled and intrigued by their brief but engaging conversation.

Y/n couldn't resist the opportunity to fire back, her playful smirk evident.

"Oh, so you're an expert on monkeys now, Your Highness?” She shouted, causing Bhalla to turn shapely on his heel and walk back to Y/n with speed. “I didn't know they taught primatology to royal brats."

Bhallaladeva raised an eyebrow, not one to back down from a challenge.

"It appears they've also taught you to speak out of turn, insolent monkey girl." Y/n feigned innocence, batting her eyelashes.

"Oh, forgive me, your majesty. I must have forgotten my royal etiquette class back in my land."

The prince's jaw tightened, and he shot back with a sly grin. "Perhaps they forgot to teach you manners in the land of Mexico."

Y/n pretended to ponder his words for a moment, tapping her chin. "Manners, you say? Is that why your palace is so quiet? Everyone afraid to speak?"

Bhallaladeva's face flushed. "Our court has its own decorum."

"Ah, yes," Y/n replied with faux reverence. "The 'Royal Rules of Silence,' I've heard of them."

The prince's nostrils flared as he clenched his fists, resorting to painting his face with a sly smirk. "You have a sharp tongue, monkey. I hope it doesn't get you into trouble."

Y/n leaned in closer, a challenging glint in her eye. "Trouble finds me, Your Highness. I've been trained in the art of survival in strange lands, after all."

Their argument was interrupted by the arrival of Y/n's friends, who had been observing the exchange with worry. One of them couldn't help but tease in hopes of killing the tension down a little,

“Good evening, Your Majesty,” She said, with a quick curtsy, “It seems you’ve met my friend over here,” She motioned towards Y/n, “She’s new to the kingdom, she doesn’t know anyone yet-” Bhalla raised his hand to the lady’s face, his eyes boring into Y/n’s.

“We’ve met before,” Bhalla said.

"Looks like someone's found a sparring partner, Y/n." The lady said, awkwardly.

Y/n grinned and winked at Bhallaladeva. "Oh, absolutely. I've been searching for a conversation as stimulating as this for ages. It's not every day you get to trade barbs with royalty."

Bhallaladeva rolled his eyes but couldn't hide the small smile that tugged at his lips. "Just remember, Monkey, royalty always gets the last word."

Y/n chuckled as she turned to leave with her friends. "We'll see about that, Your Royal Snarkiness. Until next time!"

As they walked away, Y/n couldn't help but feel a strange mix of annoyance and attraction toward the enigmatic prince. Little did she know that their banter-filled encounters would slowly evolve into something more profound, leading to a love story that transcended time and culture.

As Bhalla retreated, the encounter set the stage for further interactions and developments in the story. Y/n, still adjusting to life in Mahishmati, found herself navigating her role in this ancient kingdom while dealing with Bhallaladeva's enigmatic and often contradictory behaviour. The exchange left her with a sense of curiosity about the prince and a growing desire to unravel the layers of his complex personality.

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