#also i might have a galaxy brain take on his dad's name but i need to confirm the katakana

[claire-starsword]

oh god i just connected so many dots from looking at a cute beedrill fanart

Beedrill is called Spear in japanese, written in katakana as スピアー (supia-). Reading that backwards you have アピス (apisu).

Apis. As in, scientific name of bee. This might be the whole idea behind the Pokemon.

But more important to my current Shining Force obsessed self,

it finally explains this boy's name!! I have been joking about this boy having a random bee name for over a decade!!! Turns out I just had to connect some wildly distant dots in my life!!

[quitealotofsodapop]

[At least a few Wukongs are out chasing any of the three gods for answers.]

Would probably be easier if he got a lawyer with official summons involved. Can you picture that? Threatening a god with possible legal actions XD

[He had his identity crisis over a thousand years ago.]

Oh, so he's experienced. What about the other LEMs?

[the idea of LMK!Wukong waiting for everyone else to be done with their identity crisis so he can have his in the middle of the night is so in-character for him.]

Just because his starts in the middle of the night doesn't mean he's over it by morning - Mac waking up to a SWK in the fetal position, practically petrified and barely breathing. Either the kids are little monkeys are playing Jenga to see when or what finally makes him move.

[Also him sneaking in more Jttw fankid names into his family as much as possible. XD]

A good name is a good name - can't blame him.

[Little Luzhen being an almost copy of SWK is so adorable, and also terrifying to his parents.]

I see a lot of "Oh...so, that's what I was like...I hope he's not as dense as I was..."

[Running around getting into mischief, annoying the gods, only difference being that he has parents and siblings to rein him in.]

That does make my brain itch in a way - how do the SWKs feel about Luzhen. Peach Kong here obvs takes whatever issues he might have, shoves them in a suitcase and yeets it way past the Andromeda Galaxy and is being The Good Dad the kid deserves. But what are the others thoughts on Luzhen? Like, he's their sibling, clearly baby, adorable at that. But how many hard reboots they need to get through in a day since he was literally dropped on them?

[SWK, horrifed tone: "Oh sweet buddha no."]

"I once heard a mom cursing her kid to have children as unruly as she was acting. I think she might've cursed me by accident." "Go to sleep, Wu."

[Thankfully this version of Luzhen seems to idolize MK more than the Monkey King, which is a small blessing.]

Let's hope Luzhen's a bit better with names and identities then either MK or the Eclipse Twins XD

Actually, how do the rest of the kids feel about Luzhen? Imagine going out for the day to let the old folks have fun time and come back to see a whole ass new sibling!

[Would probably be easier if he got a lawyer with official summons involved. Can you picture that? Threatening a god with possible legal actions XD]

AhHa! LMK Wukong does canonically have a lawyer (my hc its the Fire Star of Mars). Now I'm imagining a Judge Judy or Maury-esque trial over the custody/parentage of Sun Luzhen and the other SWKs vs their universes' respective Nuwa, Houtu and Fuxi.

Reborn SWK/Smokey is the most furious since he has a whole complex over not having parents.

[Oh, so he's experienced. What about the other LEMs?]

At least a few LEMs are watching the scenario like "huh weird." until one brings up a very good question.

Mihou, a bit worried: "Hey, if the Wukongs are made by the same people, what about us? Were we made by Nuwa too? Are we related!?" Plum: "Nah. Chang'e cleared it up for me thousands of years ago. I was made by lady Taiying Xingjun on accident." Lilac: "WHO!?" Plum, realising that he probably shouldn't have said that: "The... the supreme goddess of the moon?" (o_o;) Other LEMs: "THE WHO?!?"

Cue multiple LEMs having their own simultaneous identity crisis, Not everyday you discover that you might be an illegitimate lunar royalty. The more "feral" LEMs (Zhanshi and Spice) take it the hardest, while some like Mihou are having a fairytale fantasy moment.

[But what are the others thoughts on Luzhen? Like, he's their sibling, clearly baby, adorable at that. But how many hard reboots they need to get through in a day since he was literally dropped on them?]

Different SWKs reactions ahoy! Some are kinda lumped together cus of similar reactions. Note; this may also be them in response to recieving their *own* Sun Luzhen >:3

Dasheng: "Oh sweet Buddha. They just made one of me?" Has a small brainfart on whether or not Luzhen is his clone or his sibling. Eventually just sighs and lets the little guy cling onto his back as a baby monkey do. He's used to sudden children by now. Actually gets a little proud when people assume Luzhen is his - cus heck yeah, I'm dad, not our neglectful creators.

Smokey: "No." Extremely bitter. He doesn't want anything to do with Luzhen - it's not his fault another him got made! And whats more he's furious at their creators for "allowing" another Stone Monkey to be born to face the same crisis/trials he did. Might soften to the kid overtime, esp if his Liang gets parental on the little guy, but its a long journey.

Cherry: *hugs Luzhen for a long time before he starts sobbing* He immediately feels a kinship for Luzhen, one he lacked when he was "born". He feels like he has to protect the little guy, cus who else will? His cub now, their creators can screw off!

Ace: "Oh no. Oh no. My love! My love! It happened again!" Immediately overwhelmed and getting flashbacks to how him and his LEM obtained their "MK". Joker (his LEM) is a lot more calm about the situation.

Shihou: *delighted chirping!* He is just... fascinated. He was born partially grown, so to see a Stone Monkey thats an infant? Its the coolest thing in the world. They do have a little brain itch of what this could mean for them tho. Immediately takes on Luzhen as his little brother, but may require help to understand how to care for him.

Ganzhe: "AH! So that can happen!" More suprised than angry. He doesn't want Luzhen to face the same injustices he did as a newborn Stone Monkey, so he probably makes it his mission to keep the little guy a secret for a while. Wants to be Luzhen's mentor someday.

Starfruit: "Ok, guess I have a baby brother now. Cool" Secretly kinda mad that nobody in the different Realms bothered to like, tell him who their creators where. But a baby is a baby. Introduces Luzhen to his fellow fighters as his little brother/understudy. Gets him his own little Wukong outfit so he can show him off.

A few reboots are required for everyone involved really XD

["I once heard a mom cursing her kid to have children as unruly as she was acting. I think she might've cursed me by accident." "Go to sleep, Wu."]

Had to comment on this cus it's so in character, esp for the TMKATI au. Poor Wukong thinking his chaotic kids are like karma for his past crimes. (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

Meanwhile Mac is just like; "He's a toddler. They all want to fight heaven."

[Actually, how do the rest of the kids feel about Luzhen?]

MK is a little overwhelmed and supressing his shock, canon and au; since this would make the three earth gods his parents or grandparents. Interally screams for like three days before he can approach the topic. Later starts to see Luzhen as a little brother, albeit one thats technically his uncle(?) he's not gonna worry about that part.

Most of the Shadowpeach kids are just like "Oh cool! Free brother!", while LMK Nezha is staring off into the distance like he's having war flashbacks.

Hero!Liuer def starts obsessing over Sun Luzhen, esp if his verses' MK hasn't hatched yet. He's a *baby* Sun Wukong! And he's so fluffy! Immediately starts telling Luzhen all the Havoc in Heaven stories, much to Dasheng's dismay.

Netflix's Lin would go "Aww... wait." cus she's seen her SWK in baby form, and knows how chaotic one of these stinkers can be. Warms up to Luzhen tho, may even start to see him as her own little bro.

This is all I got rn. You send so many great asks!!

[phoenixyfriend]

Uncle Ben and Little Luke

AKA we combine several types of time travel for maximum Soft Chaos, let’s go

EDIT NOW THAT I’VE WRITTEN THIS UP: jfc this ended up much angstier than initially intended uhhhhhhhhhh sorry

So a common enough thing I’ve seen in time travel fics is characters getting de-aged when tossed back physically, to neither the age they should be in that time, nor the age they were from the time they left, but whatever is most convenient. This is usually de-aging OT Obi-Wan into his TCW self, for reasons relating to, chiefly, removing the damage of Tatooine absolutely destroying his body alongside PTSD-driven alcoholism, but also because fic writers are horny, and Ewan McGregor playing a late-thirties negotiator is on average more appealing to people than Alec Guinness playing a vaguely feral desert hermit.

So, here’s how it plays out:

We take Luke and Ben from some point in the OT. There are a variety of options depending on how angsty we want it to be. My first instinct is ‘right after Owen and Beru die’ but I want to have that sweet angst where Luke knows that his dad is Vader and that Obi-Wan was trying to convince him to kill his own father without telling him that.

We’ll go with shortly after Bespin, and then they end up significantly before TPM. The Obi-Wan of the timeline proper is, eh, let’s say eighteen. Not really ready to be a knight, but old enough that we don’t have to worry about “if we go save Shmi, do we somehow wipe out Anakin?” which is absolutely a worry. Anakin is a toddler, and is in no place to be evil, on account of being literally two years old. He can’t even explode people with his brain yet.

Now, Ben finds himself mid-thirties, as is traditional. He’s not upset at this, because his joints hurt so much less than they used to! His knees aren’t exactly teenage-perfect, but by the Force are they better than they were in the years before he died! His hair has color! He doesn’t have arthritis! And, goodness, no physical withdrawal symptoms! The psychological aspect is still there, but nonetheless, he’s in much better shape than he last remembers being.

Luke looks like he’s about six. He was recently twenty-two. This is not an upgrade. Ben keeps having to carry him. He can’t see over the counter when they enter a bar for information. He can’t enter the bar in the first place. He’s very annoyed by all of this.

Ben is not annoyed. Ben is having a lot of emotions, actually, but annoyance isn’t one of them. He didn’t get to help raise Luke the way he might have if Anakin hadn’t lost his shit, okay, he sees a small Luke and he wants to hug him and cry.

Luke would like to be able to purchase a speeder part without the lady at the stall asking him if he needs his “dad’s” permission.

Once they figure out when and where they are, they need to decide where and how to leave. There are general shenanigans to gamble their way into enough money to hire a ship. They are in the ass end of nowhere, but definitely not Tatooine. There appears to be a jungle. There appears to be a significant variety of man-eating creatures. There appears to be a temple to the Force of questionable origin. None of this is actually helpful, except for the moment they find a “baby’s first lightsaber” in the temple.

Luke only has one hand and, being a six-year-old, his body is growing too fast for him to bother with getting a wired-in prosthesis the way he could as an adult. He can get a more basic prosthesis, but nothing that attaches to the neurons. He’ll outgrow it too fast.

He’s tiny and he’s not used to doing things with just one hand. He uses the Force to do what one hand can't, and every time someone tries to tell him he's misusing the Force he whaps them with the empty sleeve.

So, you know, they find out what year it is. Ben has a breakdown. Luke is upset that he left behind his friends. Ben admits to him that Leia was his twin. Luke stares in horror because dude, she kissed him, you couldn’t have mentioned this earlier???

Ben points out that Beru and Owen were keeping Luke away from him for nineteen years, and then they had about three days of awkward travel to find Leia in the first place, and then Ben died. He didn’t have a whole lot of time to figure out how to tell him.

(This sparks an argument that lasts several days. All onlookers assume that Ben’s son is throwing a tantrum. He doesn’t correct them, even though this is a very valid reason to be upset, because the truth is much harder to explain.)

Sooooo they travel. Mostly, Ben plays Sabacc, cleans house, and pays their way towards Coruscant. Luke still really wants to learn to be a Proper Jedi, even though Ben is pretty sure that Luke would have... a lot of difference of opinion with the Temple, but sure. Coruscant. They can at least stop by, and see Qui-Gon, and Mace, and Quinlan, and Bant, and everyone else that’s still alive and not tragically deceased in the horror following the start of the Clone Wars and then the birth of the Empire, and Ben can have a nice sob over all his dead friends being alive again.

Ben is only barely holding it together while Luke is in the room with him at any given point. But it’s fine! It’s fine. He’s fine. All of his loved ones have come back to life! It’s great! HE’S FINE.

He is not fine.

Luke is also grieving all the people who haven’t been born yet, but he’s... significantly more okay than Ben is.

The closer they get to the Core, the more often people just assume Ben is Luke’s father, and then look shocked and uncomfortable when Luke flatly calls him by his name, and they just... compromise. This is the point at which Luke starts calling him “Uncle Ben.”

Ben cries in his bunk later that night. Luke overhears it and wonders how the HELL Ben is more unstable now, when there’s a chance to fix things and no Vader or Empire trying to kill or capture both of them, and all his friends are alive.

(Luke will later learn a lot about PTSD and realize this is actually a fairly normal situation, to process significant events and emotions only after gaining safety or catharsis.)

(Twenty years on a ball of sand with an alcohol addiction and debilitating fear of the man you raised as your own brother is not, in fact, safe or cathartic.)

At any rate, they’ve settled into that pattern by the time they reach the Inner Rim. The Inner Rim is the part of the galaxy at which they’ve collected enough money (and mental stability) to travel a little better, and to take a few more risks.

Risks like “manipulate people with those baby blues.”

Ben tells Luke that he’s a menace, after he pouts so cutely that he gets a free scarf added on to a purchase that Ben makes. Luke responds that Ben has no room to talk, since he flirted a free breakfast out of that one inn owner.

Also, Luke is currently physically six. That is objectively a situation that sucks. He deserves to use it for all it’s worth if he’s stuck like this.

“You know, if you keep wearing all-black and looking longingly at the velvet cape and Space Chanel boots, the temple is going to worry that you’re a darksider.”

“Uncle Ben... you told me, yesterday, that I sparkle so brightly in the Force that it’s almost blinding.”

“Yes, but the gloves--”

They don’t agree on this, but Ben relents. He does actually understand good fashion, unfortunately, and he’s not unaware of how much Leia taught Luke about such things.

Luke’s about forty years ahead of the curve, of course, but Skywalkers are prone to such things. It’s usually in regards to technology, granted, but...

They get to Coruscant. Ben is very obviously a Jedi. He knows all the right words and walks like a Soresu master and feels warm and comforting in the Force. They let him in with minimal questions. They note down “my first padawan left the order to have a child, but died shortly after; I consider Luke here to be my nephew, and have raised him as such,” and move on.

Luke is vaguely annoyed because he already had an uncle (and aunt) that raised him, but he admits that a person can have more than one uncle. He can live with this. Ben was more family to Anakin than Owen was, in some ways, so it’s kind of true. Luke is even working on feeling more childish affection for Ben instead of the complicated mess of emotions that come from being lied to about some very large and important subjects, and then seeing the person saying those lies have regular emotional breakdowns due to something as small as Luke saying he likes the curve of the hull on that freighter.

(Apparently he sounds just like his father did as a child. This is almost heartwarming.)

The thing is! The thing. The thing is, they almost make it to the Halls of Healing to get looked over for weird viruses, or Outer Rim Parasites, or whatever the hells needs to be happening. They almost make it without Ben having a flashback to dead younglings or brainwashed troopers or the declaration of a Sith Empire. They almost make it without incident.

Then Ben sees Qui-Gon, and freezes, and does not move again.

Luke cannot get him to restart.

People are staring.

They haven’t even made it to Medical, Uncle Ben, come on.

Young, local Obi-Wan comes over and asks if there’s something he can do to help. Or maybe this “Ben” knows Qui-Gon? Master Jinn doesn’t recognize Ben, but maybe Luke knows more?

Luke does know more, but what Luke actually says is “he probably needs a mind healer.”

(Ben will not appreciate this.)

(Ben is unfortunately standing in the middle of the hallway and completely unresponsive, and is unable to argue with this assertion.)

(Ben is pretty much proving this assertion entirely correct, actually.)

Obi-Wan is helpful, if a little bitchy in the manner of most late-teens individuals, and offers to help get Uncle Ben down to the Halls of Healing. It involves Obi-Wan gently pushing on Ben’s shoulders, and Qui-Gon offering to carry Luke so he can be in Ben’s sights (because Ben is a Mystery, and Qui-Gon is quite fond of those, so he wants to stay involved). Ben kind of just... shuffles on down.

There are medical tests. They ask about how Luke lost his hand. He refuses to talk about it. They ask how Ben got all his scars. Luke says he doesn’t know. They ask if he knows why Ben looks like he’s been through a war. Luke says it’s because he probably was.

They check for foreign viruses. They find evidence of thus-far-unpatented vaccinations. They ask Luke if he knows what he’s vaccinated for.

“How would I know? I’m six.”

They agree that this is a good excuse.

(It is not. He’s lying. They do not know this.)

They do some more tests. They find a lot of questionable medical bullshit in Ben’s body. Most of this is from the clone wars, but they don’t know this. Someone realizes they haven’t gotten a ping back from the Shadow Network regarding “do we have permission to pull the medical file of a Jedi that isn’t in the normal database? We’re assuming you know who he is, since we don’t.”

The Shadow Network does not know who Ben is.

The healers, of course, go “huh, that’s weird, but maybe the name he gave his nephew was fake. We can’t exactly ask ‘Ben’ for more details right now. We already had to sedate him. Let’s check the DNA!”

The DNA pulls up as Obi-Wan Kenobi.

The padawan who brought this guy in two hours ago.

“Huh, that’s weird. Let’s call in Kenobi and ask if he knows what’s going on.”

Obi-Wan absolutely does not know what’s going on.

They ask Luke.

“Oh, I don’t know,” he says, lying through his teeth and not even pretending otherwise.

“You’re not a very good liar,” teenage Obi-Wan tells him.

“I’m not trying to be,” Luke says. “Can you get Master Yoda? I feel like we’re going to need him.”

They normally wouldn’t get Yoda on the request of a six-year-old, but they also normally don’t have a catatonic thirty-something Jedi who looks like he’s been through a war popping up in the medical database as the pimply teenage padawan that broke his pinky trying to do a Badass Ataru Flip last week.

Or... whatever Luke i... is... oh dear.

“Young one,” Qui-Gon asks, while people whisper-shout behind him, not realizing he’s cutting the Correlian Knot and just asking the kid himself. “Do you know why your midichlorian count is so high? It’s almost unheard of.”

“Uncle Ben said my dad was the Chosen One,” Luke says, because he is capable of being a little shit and is actually really eager to let Ben deal with some of the fallout. He feels for the man, really, but he’s also tired of being the one to field every single question.

Also, the expressions that pass on Qui-Gon’s face are hilarious.

(Luke may or may not be more affected by his six-year-old brain than he would like to admit.)

“Thank you,” Qui-Gon says, sounding more than a little strangled about it.

It takes another three hours for Ben to wake up.

He listens to the questions. He hears what they say his ‘nephew’ said. He looks at Luke.

“Is this revenge for not telling you about Leia?”

“It’s not revenge,” Luke does not lie. “I just don’t know how to explain it.”

“It’s pretty easy to explain.”

“It’s not my secret.”

“This is revenge for the Leia thing.”

“No,” Luke says. “Revenge for the Leia thing was when I ate a live frog in front of you.”

This is the point at which someone interrupts and points out that they appear to be stalling.

“Oh, he is,” Luke tells them. He gestures at Ben. “I can’t tell you more, because it’s more his story than mine.”

“I’m afraid, Master, that I am very likely to have an emotional breakdown if I allow myself to consider the reality of this situation for longer than the fraction of a second I already have,” Ben reports, full of false cheer. “Suffice to say, I am far from stable and have only held out this far for Luke’s sake.”

“Can you explain why you have my DNA?” Obi-Wan asks, as the person who’s most concerningly involved in this situation.

“You can,” Ben says, smiling like there is absolutely nothing wrong in the slightest, ever. “I’m you, from the future. I actually died and spent a few years dead before coming back. I’m not sure why I’m younger than I was when I died, but I appreciate being able to put on my shoes without my knees attempting to mutiny.”

“He needs a mind healer,” Luke reiterates, in case the strained grin hasn’t made it clear. “So do I, but not as much.”

“I have felt literally every person in this Temple save for Luke and Yoda die,” Ben reports, looking a shade more manic than a few seconds earlier. “It’s very overwhelming to feel you all being alive again. I may be approaching a mental breakdown, and I’ve been rather strictly advised against using alcohol to treat my traumas again.”

Luke kicks him in the thigh. It’s not a very hard kick, because he is very small, and he does actually like Ben. “I’m not letting you turn into an old drunk again.”

After several seconds of silence, a healer quietly suggests that everyone clear the room, and asks if someone could fetch Master Yoda as the youngling requested.

(THIS IS ALMOST THREE THOUSAND WORDS. I started it less than two hours ago. Why am I like this.)

[grogusmum]

In Which, Dad and Me Have Ice Cream For The First Time and Survive Brain Freeze.

A Galaxy Far Far Away Short, As told by Grogu Djarin

NOTE: Feeling silly this morning! So I thought I'd try writing a little something from Grogus point of view. This is part of the A Galaxy Far Far Away AU. (Quick and probably a bit messy in the edit department)

WARNINGS: all about eating

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I love food.

When Dad and me came to Earth, I had no idea how great the eating would be.

I like lots of things about Earth so far, it smells good in the woods and at your house. And there are so many fluffy friends, some of them let me eat their eggs. They don't mind at all!! Tabitha and Willow sleep with me and keep me very warm, but sometimes their tails and whiskers tickle my nose. I want to ride Seamus like a Blurrg, but we haven't discussed it yet. You are nice and shine with a purplie-pinkish aura. And you talk a lot, and then say sorry about talking a lot, but it's okay! Dad's yellow and gold aura glows extra bright sometimes when you do this. You also sing and make me and Dad feel good and warm. Best of all, you make lots of yummy food!

Anyways, right after my nap... that I didn't really need that much, but you tricked me to sleep by rocking me and singing that pretty song about rainbows... you and Dad came into the room to get me. You had a big smile, your eyes were happy, and said we were all going to have ice cream, and that it is the most yummy thing in the universe. Well, I figured you had obviously not eaten frogs yet so...

Dad and your energies was kind of big at that moment, they bounced off of each other like the two wanted to mix but as soon as they touched, they would pull back, like little shocks... I know what shocks feel like because Dad thought I was an electrical engineer once.

ANYWAYS, I sat in my seat, which is great, I get to be right up to the table like the big people. I tucked Long Ears next to me in my seat. You call her Rabbit, but she told me her name is really Long Ears...

You went over to the cooler that has lots and lots of food and opened one of the doors and pulled out a container. And said there were lots of flavors and ways to eat ice cream, but we'd start simple.

You took three bowls down from a shelf then opened a drawer to pull out three spoons and one big one.

I couldn't help getting excited, you had been so scared earlier today, but you seemed so much happier now. Ice creams must really be good!

I watched carefully as you scooped the white stuff with brown swirls, using the big round spoon. You filled each bowl, the ice cream looked like little balls. You told us that it is very cold, "so go slow".

You put the bowl and spoon in front of me and handed one to Dad, so he could take off his helmet in the other room. I wish we could all eat together. Then you sat with me at the table, watching.

You smiled and told me to try it. I picked up my spoon and scooped up a little and tasted it. It was so creamy and sweet and definitely cold. I could hear dad making quiet yummy sounds too, these ears aren't just for looks, you know! And, as usual, Dad maked an understatement.

"It's- this is very good."

I shake my head at that guy sometimes! And as usual I needed to clarify that it was more than very good and started telling everyone so, but you know, language barrier. So I waved my spoon and couldn't help but laugh, because it is so so yummy! I could hear dad laugh, so I knew he was getting me. You laughed too, and said you knew we'd love it. You were right, I do !!!

But that is when I forgot your warning! I couldn't help digging in for my next bite...

The same thing must have happened to dad because we both cried out. It was a sharp pain in my forehead! Why would food do this to me?

You made both a sorry face and I might laugh face! Ma'am, this is serious! Food is hurting me!

You told us it is brain freeze. And APPARENTLY, it happens when you eat ice cream too fast. Then you said to put our thumbs on the roof of our mouths- quick! and you said sorry.

I put my thumb in my mouth like you said, pressed it to the roof. It worked. You then stroked my ear. Which is nice. And you asked if it felt better. Which it did.

Dad did a chuckle and said you did warned us, which is true. I nodded! I want to try all the other ways to eat it but I will never ever forget to go slow with ice cream again... 

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[crystal-moon-101]

Managed to do another redesign with rewrite notes, this time my second favourite character in Ben 10, Azmuth The First Thinker. And just like Ben, he's canon self is such a mess that I wish to fix in my own way. The other Galvans in this picture are his family, with his father from the movie "Destroy All Aliens", his nephews mentioned by DJW, and their mother who is Azmuth's twin sister. So let me get into the notes and rewrite ideas of mine!

-Retaliator-

Yes, I am aware that this is most likely not his name, but I could not be bothered to make up my own at this point, and I also find it funny to have a Galvan dad called this, so I'm sticking with it. So Retaliator is the father of both Azmuth and Divi, a very humble and calm old galvan, who has seen a lot through his years, now retired and mostly just trying to keep the family together through small things.

Retaliator has the rare gene of having aqua/turquoise eyes, a recessive trait in galvans, similar to human with the red hair gene.

Retaliator looks younger than he should be, and that's because he is, in a way. You see, right before Azmuth vanished to start working on the watch, Retaliator fell ill to an disease with no known cure, and this caused the family to...kind of break down. A lot had happen up to this point (Things that will be noted throughout this), and none of them wanted things to end like this. So Azmuth did something he know he shouldn't have, as such a thing takes so much time and resource, and generally frowned upon, and ended up creating a new young clone body for his father's brains to be transferred too. By the time Retaliator woke up from surgery, his son was already gone, off in hiding. It this was event that really made Retaliator realize he may not have been the best father for a long time...

While he is retired now, Retaliator use to do work based around energy stuff.

Since he's family's back together, he likes to host game or movie nights, or even little dinners and get togethers.

He adores his grandsons, and loves to share stories from his past to them, and he's one of the few people they calm down around.

He will admit that he did...go a bit wild when he thought Azmuth died, fighting Ben in the Galvanic Mechamorph suit, but him and Ben have since made up, and the old galvan likes talking to the young lad often.

He has most defiantly embarrassed both of his kids by showing off baby photos of them.

He met his wife through work, like most galvans, with her being a much higher up worker. Surprisingly, despite their statuses, it was his wife who asked him out first, having found him very charming.

Retaliator can never thank Ben enough for convincing his son to come home, and despite their bickering, he enjoys seeing Azmuth's bond with Ben, as the two have a way of balancing each other out.

While he may be in a younger body, his mind is certainly still that of an old galvan, and can often act like his body is older than it really is due to the mental age of his brain.

-Azmuth-

Ahhhh, dear old Azmuth, how I love your character concept, and yet get so frustrated with your actual canon self...There is a lot I have changed in terms of his placement and behavior on the show, and while I can't note all of them down there, the major theme behind them is that he is not a complete jerk in them. Don't get me wrong, Azmuth would still have flaws and issues with his off-standing nature, but he would act in a way that feels more natural, showing his growth and change while mentoring Ben. He genuinely wants to help and is a good person, it's just...he still has a lot to work through. In terms of his slight redesign, I'll like to mention that if you look closely, his outfit is a mixture of his first original outside, crossed with his UAF outfit.

I did mention that I couldn't note all changes of him in series plots, since most boil down to be him being nicer and more realistic, but I will note one change because it's big enough to mention. For the Diagon/Forever Knight Arc, Azmuth did not create Ascalon, because I while I get he's smart and created things like the Omnitrix, I don't think he should be such a big source of dangerous artifacts in the series so often, especially ones that cause trouble. So instead, Ascalon was a weapon crafted in Ledgerdomain, to help fight Diagon who orientated there, and at the time had been trying to conquer earth, and Zenith leaving Azmuth happened because of miscommunication and issues between them instead.

That being said, Azmuth does get involved in the Ultimate Alien Diagon arc when Ben himself calls Azmuth over, needing his help knowing he can better understand Ascalon, and eventually entrusted Azmuth and the Galvans to keep it and the trapped Diagon safe.

Azmuth and his sister had a very rebellious phase as teenagers/young adults, this being the age that Azmuth said he was a lot like Ben, though admittedly, Azmuth was slightly more of an ass than Ben ever was. They were going through a tough time, and Azmuth reacted negatively too it all. Funnily enough, the one thing that seems to make him doo a 180 degrees in personality was his massive swooning crush over Zenith.

He won't ever admit out loud, but he does find Ben's trait of nicknaming his aliens kind of funny...

He shares a mentoring role towards Ben with Grandpa Max and Tetrax, with Max handling the more emotional and human side of Ben's problems, Tetrax handling the physical training and teachings, and Azmuth handling the more logical steps and hard truth Ben needs to hear. He's one of the few people to give Ben the smack of reality he needs from time to time.

That being said, Ben is also one of the few people able to handle Azmuth right back, and give him needed talkings to when the man is losing himself to a bad habit.

Mostly due to the fact that Tennysons seem to have a habit of making people very close to them like family, E.g with Ben seeing Kevin and Rook like brother figures at times, there seems to be subtle hints between Azmuth and Ben that there might be parent and child like moments between them, though both would deny it if brought up.

It doesn't help that Azmuth ends up taking it upon himself on making sure Ben is healthy and happy, based on scans from the Omnitrix he reads daily. Of course, he'll just say he doesn't want the boy he entrusted his watch with to die in a stupid way, but people close to either of them know that Azmuth really does care deep down.

He has said both "I'm too old for this" and "I'm too young for this" many times.

Azmuth has admitted that he's nervous around the Omnitrix, and doesn't like putting it on. He's not good at handling the idea of becoming something he's not...

The Malware arc for Azmuth was...a lot more complicated than canon. Azmuth really did try to fix Malware, but for some reason he couldn't, and it scared him that one, this might be the first problem he can't find a solution too, and second, he just came back from hiding and had been wanting to make changes in his life, so to fail and hurt someone already? He didn't know what to think. It didn't help when Malware started refusing his help and ended up endangering the lives of others, including galvans and Azmuth's own family. And despite it all, Azmuth kept trying over and over again to let him help Malware, but the villain always refused, until Azmuth eventually had to accept that he couldn't do anything. When Malware was finally killed, Azmuth went quiet for a good while, and needed time to recover from his mistake.

Due to some past issues, Azmuth mostly refers to his father by his real name, and only calls him dad or father during emotional or quiet moments.

Whenever they're hanging out, Ben likes to bring him and Azmuth cricket smoothies to drink together.

Despite how they seem to bicker often, Myaxx and him play off each other rather well, able to dry wit each other every day.

Azmuth and Albedo's relationship is also very complicated. Before Azmuth returned, Albedo was an outstanding Galvan and protégé, being praised every single day. This, unfortunately, made Albedo develop a prideful nature and his close minded views on the galaxy, as he rarely was ever put down or critiqued. His ego also got a bit of a boost when the great Azmuth took notice of him, and made him his assistant, and while he loved it at first, some issues started to arise when Azmuth wasn't like the other Galvans who praised Albedo to no end. That isn't to say Azmuth never complimented him and liked his work, but he was an honest man who knew no one was perfect, and especially wasn't going to worship someone, knowing what kind of ego that could make in someone. It doesn't help that Albedo just can't understand what Azmuth sees in Ben, and how the two bond, despite Ben's young careless nature, and being human. It ends up making Albedo want a lot more from Azmuth, the man he looks up too, and when he's denied that he eventually turns his back on the First Thinker. Azmuth can only hope that being able to turn into other aliens, and being stuck as human, will teach Albedo that Galvans, including himself, aren't what make the galaxy function.

Azmuth is typically one of the must unfazed people you'll ever meet.

Given most Galvans have an issue of seeing themselves as the top race, Azmuth is kind of fond of Blukic and Driba for being very open and helpful to outsiders, and was even the one to suggest them to join the Plumbers.

Zenith and Azmuth too meet up again eventually, and while they don't get back together, they do make amends.

Azmuth was fairly small for a Galvan for a long time, until he finally hit his growth spurt late into his teen years, something his sister use to tease him over.

Greymatter's DNA mostly comes from Azmuth, meaning Ben actually looks like a Azmuth when he was young, his family having made comments about Ben being his "Clone".

-Divi-

Here we have the twin sister of Azmuth, Divi. A dry wit, no nonsense, sarcastic and feisty single mother of her three chaotic sons. Unlike Azmuth's father and nephews, she was something I had to completely make up from the spot, since Azmuth was said to have nephews, that meant he had to have a sibling, so it was fun to create someone with an interesting dynamic with Azmuth. She is, after all, one of the few people to exhibit some of those petty family squabbles out of him. So I hope you enjoy her and her sons.

As mentioned before, Azmuth and her went through rebellious phases after some downfall in their family life, with Divi jumping around jobs and never settling for one, and even dating another Galvan that neither Azmuth or Retaliator approved off. When Azmuth first left Galvan Prime to go into hiding, Divi and her boyfriend had still been dating. However, when he finally came home, he found the boyfriend to be gone, and Divi now a single mother to three sons. Azmuth never got a clear story what happened to the boyfriend, but he knows that the break up was nasty, and that the boyfriend isn't on Galvan Prime anymore.

Sometime after Divi had her children, she eventually settled for a job in the nursery/incubation centre on Galvan Prime, looking after eggs and newly hatched tadpoles before they go home with their parents.

Divi is quite a blunt and honest woman, who has no time for dragging things on, and while she may sound harsh, she ends up just wanting the best for people. In fact her open nature of speech is how she gets people to listen and see reason.

Her and Azmuth had a...bit of a dysfunctional relationship growing up. Azmuth was actually a slow learning when he was young, and Divi had a habit of picking on him. They did eventually mallow out, until tragedy struck their family and they entered their rebel phases, and the bickering and arguing come from both sides. They have made up since Azmuth returned, but the two have their squabbles here and there, but they're mostly just playful banter or family habits.

Her and Myaxx get along quite well, and the two like hanging out with each other.

She's also fond of Ben since meeting him, and the two like chatting whenever he plays with her sons, he's even babysat for her a few times.

She has no interest in dating again anytime soon, and is proud to be a single mother.

She's the one who points out Azmuth and Ben's family like roles to each other often, mostly due to the fact that she understands what a paternal feeling is like, and because she's blunt about it.

She got her wisdom feet first out of her and Azmuth growing up.

While Azmuth was off in hiding, Divi reconnected with his father when looking after to him after surgery. So, unlike Azmuth, she mostly just calls him father and dad.

-Trapez, Cieven & Aegls-

The three mischievous nephews, sons and grandsons of the family. Left to right, Trapez, Cieven & Aegls, who are the triplets of Divi. The three are like glue, and are often playing or up to little tricks, creating chaos around Galvan Prime. While they mostly look the same and are all tricksters, they do have personality differences. Trapez is the best when it comes to emotions and the phycology behind it, something most Galvans struggle with, and can come across as the kindest of the three. Cieven has a lot of traits from Divi and Azmuth, being fairly intelligent and wanting to be a lot like his uncle someday, though does have some of their sarcastic nature as well. Aegls is the most energetic of the three, hype up often and quick with crafting and thinking of ideas. When you combine all three together, you get a force of endless chaos.

Their mother has been honest to them about who their father is, and why he isn't around, but the three have grown up fine without him, and will forever be grateful for the work their mother put into caring for them.

They were born while Azmuth was away, and so have been building up hype about their missing uncle for most of their lives, enough so that when Azmuth did come back, they all tackled hugged him while he was still understanding the idea that he was now in fact an uncle.

They love Ben and the Omnitrix, roping Ben into some of their pranks and shenanigans, and while Ben mostly tries to stare them into the right direction, he can't help himself half the time and joins in on the chaos, much to Azmuth and Divi's dismay.

They do become a part of my Ben 10 Next Gen Series, given Galvans take forever to age, and will finally be young tweens when the Next Gen takes place.

The three each have different dream jobs for the future. Trapez wants to be a psychiatrist or doctor, Cieven wants to be an inventor, and Aegls was to deal with energy based matters like his grandfather once did.

Never give these kids sugar or coffee, it will end badly.

The three...had a bad encounter with Malware during his rampage, and for a while were scared around Galvanic Mechamorphs...They get over it eventually, but Malware does haunt them for a long while.

They once picked up some colourful language from Azmuth and Myaxx when overhearing them once. You can imagine how Divi took that.

-The First Thinker Family-

The traumatic event that struck the family was in fact the death of Azmuth and Divi's mother, who was killed by someone who was after Galvan Tech. The family fell apart after that, with Retaliator falling into a deep depression and being distant from his kids, and Azmuth and Divi going wild in their teen/young adult years to distract themselves from the grief. They've all come together now and have been taking the proper sets to honor her memory, and become a family again.

While no one has outright said it, Ben has kind of become part of this little family in a few ways, and after a while Azmuth stops being survived when the boy shows up for family dinners or game nights.

They all live on Galvan Prime, though Retaliator is known to take trips here and there around the galaxy, wanting to see more of it during his retirement.

On the outside, many Galvans treat the family as there wise people, who have sage advice. And while that isn't wrong, once you get to know them they're a very chaotic family...

[dinner-djarin]

dar'manda (Mando x f!reader)

Chapter 2: A Valuable Friend

Summary: After surviving the Empires attack on Nevarro, you reluctantly go back to your monotonous life. But when the Mandalorian returns, you find yourself in a new position you never would have expected: his friend.

Warnings: Me making shit up about Mandalorian culture whoops, alcohol consumption & getting sick (reader gets drunk), some self-deprecation on the part of the reader, vague talks about having children, mature language (real life and starwars),

Word Count: ~6.5k

Notes: (more at the end for important note on one line in the fic)

Previous - Next

No. NO?!

How and why would you -

Did you really -

You really kriffed up that one.

Not only was that the single most embarrassing moment of your life, but you also just blew your first real chance at escaping this prison sentence of a planet.

Ever since you arrived on Nevarro you’ve wanted to leave. It was something of an accident, ever ending up here in the first place.

After the death of your mother, you were effectively an orphan, although old enough to care for yourself. In fact, you had already been caring for yourself and your sickly mother ever since your older sister left to fight in the rebellion. You always admired her bravery, her passion to do good in a galaxy that had treated her so poorly. You only wished you had half of her sense of purpose. So, when your mother finally passed, you decided you needed a change. You needed to find your purpose. You had nothing and no one to hold you back, so why not search for it in every remote corner of the newly liberated galaxy?

After gathering your dwindling stash of credits, you caught a ride to every backwater skughole you could find, just for a change of scenery. Along the way you learned that being a young – relatively attractive – humanoid had its fair share of advantages. It wasn’t long until you picked up certain…skill sets…to help you survive. But you didn’t get very far. You somehow ended up on Nevarro with little to no credits remaining. Meaning you were stuck in the same position you had been desperate to leave behind in the first place – broke and alone. You figured you could pick up a job to save up, but it barely paid enough to get by. You were stranded.

But suddenly the perfect opportunity to get away from it all had landed in your lap. In a moment you were granted the perfect opportunity to flee this hell hole and never look back. But in that same moment your incredible ability to self-sabotage just couldn’t be contained.

You had no kriffing clue why he would ask you – someone he barely knew – to join him on his new adventure, but nevertheless he did. Had you really proven yourself that trustworthy, or was he just able to see that you were evidently no threat to him? But why even ask you in the first place? How could he know of your deep desires to traverse the galaxy?

You were baffled. So much so that in that overwhelming moment your confused consciousness decided to betray you. What in the outer rim could possess you to say no. To travel the galaxy with a Mandalorian, The Mandalorian that you couldn’t get out of your head.

He said join him. But now you realize he probably just meant like for a little while, until their next stop. Right? But your flustered idiotic brain had to go and overthink it. In your panicked state you started to imagine what it would be like to travel with the Mandalorian and his child. To see the galaxy, as you always dreamed, at the side of a man who could protect you from anything. There would be no safer companion, but maybe that's just it. You’d been crushing on him so hard that being stuck in confined quarters with him might not be the best scenario. There’s no way you could force yourself to act normal for that long. And that must have been the thought racing through your head at light speed when you choked out the words you may now live to regret.

~

A week later you decide its probably time to get over him. Your crush over Mando has only caused you pain and put you in unbearably uncomfortable situations. You’d be much better off forgetting about him and moving on with your life. Besides, you don’t even really know him. You’ve probably spent a collective hour or so with him, maybe a bit longer if you add up all of the small conversations you held whenever he bought supplies from you.

It’s not even a real crush, just some lustful wishing. Do you secretly wish he’d take you out behind the cantina and fuck you into the next millennia? Yes. Would you let him do absolutely anything he wanted to you... probably? But is that very realistic? What is all of that really based on anyway? A suit of armour. His hypermasculine gait. The intensity behind his unflinching helmet. Nothing really about him. You don’t know his name, or his age. What he even looks like, but you bet it wouldn’t matter. No-

You need to stop those thoughts if you’re ever going to get past this. You. Do not. Know him. Therefore, there is no logical reason you should have any emotions invested in him. And that’s that. The plain and simple truth. It just doesn’t make any sense. So, you need to stop. Take control of your horny ass brain and stop thinking about him.

And just then – as if the Maker himself planned it – the Mandalorian walked by your booth. The sight of his broad shoulders almost erases all thoughts of letting go of your feelings. But just then you notice something. Something in the way he’s moving through the bazaar. It strikes you as odd, almost as if he were stalking prey. He’s hunting, you think. He scans over the area, but a little too erratically for someone of his status. You thought he’d be more elegant, sticking to the shadows until the right moment. Invisible. Deadly. However, here he is frantic. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he was afraid.

You don't know how one of the most frightening beings in the galaxy can become a beacon of panic and worry, but there he was. Suddenly, he spots you and makes his way over in several large strides, making quick work to shorten the previously large gap between you.

“Have you seen him?” he barks forcefully.

“Who?” you ask, immediately catching the worriy in his tone.

“The child, my-”

“You lost your kid?!” Your worst suspicions confirmed before he even finishes his sentence.

“I didn’t - I thought he’d be safer with me than on the ship. I looked away for one second-” and then you hear it. His fear finally pried its way into his voice and cracked it. If you didn’t know better, you’d say he may be on the verge of tears.

“Hey it’s okay,” you place a hand just below his pauldron, grabbing his warm, thick bicep. If the situation had been different you might have let yourself think about the fact that only a slip of fabric separated you from him. That only millimetres below was a man of flesh and blood, not of cold hard metal. “I’ll help you find him,” his tension melting away slightly at your words and your touch, so you continue. “You take this side of the market and I'll look over there,” you insist, hoping that giving him some sort of tactical plan might spring him back into bounty hunter mode and away from panicked Dad.

“Thank you,” he stops, and stares at you. “I’m sorry I never asked…”

But you finish his thought, and finally tell him your name. You can’t believe after all that has happened, all the times he came to your vendor, your dumb ass never told him your name. But he nods and returns quickly to his search for the kid.

You turn on the spot and sweep the area with your gaze. In that moment you think back to when you were small. You loved to hide. You were amazing at it. So good, that your father once looked for you for over an hour and the only way to lure you out was with the promise of your favourite Alderaanian sweets. You use that memory and thought where you might have hidden. The market is buzzing and booming, much livelier now that the Imps were gone, and amongst all the chaos it would be natural for a child to feed off the wild energy. You begin peering under other merchant tables, behind walls and crates, when you stumble across a vase. Oddly out of place, but the perfect size for a little green monster to hide. You lean closer and hear a distinct coo as you tilt the lid back. Those giant black orbs staring back at you fill you with relief. You scoop up the child as you wonder how the hell he would have even got in there in the first place, never mind how he then placed the lid back on top.

You move quickly to find his flustered father, hoping to give him that same sense of relief you just experienced. When you do find him, he meets your gaze and moves quickly towards you. So quick it's unbelievable. One minute he was across the bazaar, the next he was scooping the baby up from your arms.

“Don’t ever do that again kid. You had me worried sick.” the child’s mischievous grin suddenly disappeared at this scolding and he became quiet in his father’s arms. “I better let Cara and Karga know. I was with them when he went missing and they also went looking for him.”

“Tell them to meet us in the cantina, I think you could use a drink… or at least a minute to unwind,” you silently curse yourself for being such an idiot. Offering a Mandalorian a drink might be the most oblivious and inconsiderate gesture you could make. In your shameful silence you watch Mando place the child in a floating orb. You recognize it as the same one that trailed him into town on the day everything went down.

“Don't you have to go back to work?” Mando questions, kindly skipping over your foolish comment.

“It was a slow day, and the sun is almost down, which means I’m almost off anyway. I don’t think my boss will miss me. But I mean, if you prefer to be alone I-”

“No, please come” He interrupts. “Without you I may have lost him for good.”

“I seriously doubt that Mando. I don’t know if you know this, but you are a bounty hunter.”

And then he chuckles. Like an actual laugh. Quick, quiet, and modulated, but still there. You think about memorizing the gorgeous sound, which also makes you wonder how often that happens. When was the last time he actually laughed? And what it would take to make him truly laugh? Loudly and unabashedly. You wonder what circumstance would allow him to fully let his walls down around you. How you would fall apart at the sound of his full tenor. Finally, you make a mental note to scold yourself later for these thoughts.

As the three of you make your way to the cantina you decidedly lag one step behind the Mandalorian, walking right next to the floating orb that contains the child, just to make sure the kid doesn’t pull anything before you can get there. You’re shocked at how Mando can be so trusting of this little menace so soon, letting the orb follow him without keeping an eye directly on the kid. It’s starting to make more sense how he might have gotten lost in the first place.

When you finally reach the cantina Cara and Karga are already set down at a table with possibly the largest bottle of spotchka you’ve ever seen sitting centre of the table. You take the seat next to Cara, while Mando places himself directly across from you, next to Karga.

“So, we have you to thank for the capture of this bounty huh?” Karga somewhat insensitively jests as he glances over to the child. In fact, you think you see Mando stiffen at these words. The last time you were all together was in service of protecting the child from the people who put a bounty on him in the first place.

“She’s truly a wonder.” Cara says in an attempt to lighten the mood. “I mean how’d you find the little bugger?”

“Truthfully? It sounds kind of odd, but I put myself in his position. I just thought about what I would have done when I was a child” You answer back to her, a little embarrassed at your confession. “I remembered how I liked to hide when I was that age. I figured he’d probably be wanting to have some fun. Of course, he couldn’t know that hiding in the middle of a crowd was only fun for him.” You continue as you look down into your hands, slightly lost in your thought, “Kids are often like that, giving us grief for their own enjoyment. But it really is a wonder. They seem to have an ability to find joy in the most desolate of places. They still see magic in the galaxy; they still believe in the impossible.” A subtle comfort fills your chest, and you smile as you remember your time spent with children back on your home planet. Time spent with your younger brother. You glance up at the child in his crib, “They have natural curiosity for the world around them. An endless hope for what the galaxy could be.” When you finish you look back to the group at the table, only to see the shared glances of amusement between Cara and Karga at your naïve outlook. You felt a little embarrassed at their reaction, but it didn’t last.

A droid disrupts the uncomfortable silence by approaching your table with 2 extra glasses, obviously unaware of the fact Mando would not be joining in the drinking. Good to know your common sense was on the level of a bartender droid.

You however were unsure of what to do. It wasn’t that you were necessarily opposed to the beverage now being offered to you by Karga, but this didn’t seem like the right time to indulge. You had probably already embarrassed yourself enough in front of this particular group for one night. So, when the child began to stir in his crib you took it as an opportunity to forgo the beverage and focus on him. With your arms reached out towards the child, you suddenly think to get the consent of his guardian. You look up at the Mandalorian and smile when you receive a silent nod from him. After grabbing the child and setting him in your lap, you hope that you had successfully removed yourself from the attention of the others.

“You like kids then?” Cara pries at your thoughts, trying to continue your previous chain of conversation.

“Well, I haven’t really been around them in a while, not since being home. There were always so many children in my village, and they were always so filled with wonder. It made me see the world a little brighter.” You finish, hoping the conversation ends there.

“Ever think you’ll have your own?” She continues, obviously seeing the gleam in your eye as you speak.

You laugh at this question but honestly you hadn’t really thought of it. You’ve never been able to picture a future like that. Husband. Kids. Home. It had been too long since you had any feeling of security to hope for that type of life. You'd pretty much spent more of your life alone than with your family, to the point where you don't even know what it’s really supposed to look like.

When you don’t give her an answer past laughter, Cara switches her attention to the Mandalorian, “How ‘bout you Mando, ever thought you’d end up with a kid of your own?” and you turn back to the baby, hoping that you had finally left the center of the conversation.

It seems to work as you overhear the members of your table switch their topic to the criminals that still plague Nevarro, and the recent advances ‘Marshall Dune’ has made in her efforts to clean the town.

Tuning them out, you begin to play with the child, making faces and babbling along to his adorable coos. The child becomes fascinated by the idea of hiding your face behind your hands, only to suddenly reappear seconds later, and he tries to pry your hands away every time. After popping your face out for the tenth time the child begins to reach for your face again, but this time grabbing your nose, and you can’t help but giggle at his precious three-fingered grip. However, when his tiny hand slips to your cheek, a sudden wave of emotions rips over you, and you feel overwhelmed by a grief you haven’t felt in years. Your eyes tear up, and you remember flashes of a memory you’ve worked hard to repress. Standing in a dark closet huddling tight to your brother and sister. Then, the loudest sound you’ve ever heard fills your ears and-

“Kid!” Mando bellows and removes the child from your grip. You turn away from the table and look up at the Mandalorian, cheeks drenched by your tears and barely able to breathe. He sets the child in his pram, and crouches in front of you. “Hey, it’s okay just breathe, slowly, breathe. You’re okay, you’re safe,” he reminds you, holding your knees. It takes a few moments for you to catch your breath, but in those moments, you stare through the visor, past your own reflection, and focus on the eyes that you knew were staring back at you.

“What… was that” You finally manage to choke out.

“The kid, he must have done something to you. He’s got these powers-”

“He made me remember?” You blurt in disbelief.

“Umm, I’m not sure. Maybe. The people he belongs to, the Jedi, they are sorcerers.”

“So, whatever he just did to me… that’s what that woman, the other Mandalorian, was talking about?” You ask.

“Yes, whatever he just did, and more,” Mando adds

“More than that?”

“So far, a lot more.”

You finally snap back to reality, remembering that there are other people present, so you turn to give them a reassuring nod.

“How ‘bout that drink?” Karga asks in an attempt to lighten the mood, and you shoot back the beverage quickly, attempting to wipe the resurfaced memory from existence.

~

After the first round of spotchka had been downed, Cara and Karga made their way to the bar for more drinks, leaving you and the Mandalorian alone.

“So… you’re stuck with him, huh?” you ask, feeling quite light-headed from the drinks, any filter you previously possessed had now dissipated.

“Well, I wouldn’t say stuck,” Mando states sitting up straight.

“You don’t think you bit off a little more than you can chew? He seems like quite the handful.”

“He’s a good kid.” Mando snaps shortly, making you finally realize he has become defensive from your words.

“Oh. No, I just meant, kids are already a lot of work, I can’t imagine the magic powers make it any easier,” you joke, trying to diffuse your mistake with a small chuckle.

“No, I can’t say they do. Although without him or his powers I’d be dead.” Mando says blankly, as if his words were common knowledge to you.

“Wait, what?” You ask in shock, wondering if in your current state you forgot about some lifesaving event that took place previously.

“Yah, so would Karga.” He glances over at the pair at the bar, and you follow with your eyes. “Saved me from a mudhorn the first day we met. Healed the poison in Karga’s arm when he was attacked by a reptavian.”

“Wow,” you say quietly to yourself, “Look at you go kid. You’re pretty dang special.” You say towards the child, sticking your tongue out and successfully getting the kid to giggle at you.

“Yah he is.” The Mandalorian says quietly, almost a whisper to himself, and with a lightness that makes it sound like he might be smiling.

“So, will you raise him to be Mandalorian as well?” You wonder aloud, taking a swig from your drink, as if you needed to increase your level of inebriation.

“Not necessarily. Although I’ve adopted him as my founding, he belongs with the sorcerer group called the Jedi. My goal is to reunite him with them, but until then, technically yes.”

“Does that mean anyone can be Mandalorian, if they get adopted by one?”

“Yes. But they may not need to be adopted. If someone was old enough, they could simply train under another Mandalorian, and then swear an oath to the Creed once that training is done.” And although you want to know more about how he grew up, some grain of restraint is planted in your brain, thankfully stopping you from prying into his private life. Instead, your interest in the Creed is piqued, and you decide to follow that train of thought instead.

“And is that a difficult process then? I mean, not just anyone would be able to pass it, right?” And even though warning signs were flashing in your brain, telling you not to risk disrespecting the secrecy of the Creed, the Mandalorian responds. He continues to tell you intimate details of his training process, specifically towards the fighting corps, including how his adoptive siblings and he were forced to spar with each other, often walking away with several harsh wounds. He tells you about how he studied the language as much as he could, as it was rarely used, but still sacred among his people. How he had an affinity for languages, and how he specifically enjoyed the simplicity and poetic nature of Mando’a. He tells you of grueling trials, times where he thought he wasn’t going to make it. But he also explains how his low moments lead him to find the strength to persevere.

The whole time he spoke, you stared at him with glimmering eyes. You hung onto every word. Even through the modulator you could hear the care and restrained excitement in his voice,. You could tell just how important this culture was to him, how he cared deeply for the history and sanctity of his people and Creed. And as he spoke with such tenderness, you felt yourself become entranced with his words. As he detailed the responsibilities and dedication to his covert - how important his training had been - you felt something within your heart, a longing sentimentality. His words describing a life you wish you had known. A sense of purpose and duty. A greater cause to fight for. A chosen family with a common mindset. A place in the galaxy.

These were things you had dreamed about for your entire existence. Every day that passed felt meaningless and draining, knowing that you were doing nothing of importance. The life Mando described to you sounded like heaven. The idea of having something to fight for filled your entire body with electricity. You couldn’t help but stare at him with wonder as he detailed to you a life you had always wanted.

“Dank ferric.” He grumbles. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said all that.” Mando says, snapping back from the trance he had found himself in.

“Oh gods, no that’s my fault I shouldn’t have pried.” You try to apologize. “I’ll forget everything you said.” Although you don’t truly know if you had a choice. You think you might never be free from the wishful idea of belonging that had latched onto something deep within you.

“Oh, I don’t mean that I shouldn’t have told you. I trust you won’t do any harm with that information.” He says with a nod towards you and you can’t help but blush at his compliment. Being trusted by Mando might be the highest honour he could give. “I just shouldn’t have gone on so long. I apologize for taking up your time.”

“Mando, you don’t have to apologize for speaking.” You joke, although simultaneoausly noticing the way Mando had stiffened at your words, you continue, “At least not to me,” you say reaching out across the table to grab the Mandalorians hand, a gesture that your sober self would never have had the courage to do. “You obviously care about your heritage, and rightfully so. It sounds magnificent. You should be able to be proud of it.”

“I don’t usually have that privilege. Many people would take advantage of such knowledge.”

“Well, you deserve to have the freedom to talk about something you care about,” you say as you bring your other hand across the table and give a caring squeeze to his hand, “And I swear, the only exploitation you’ll get from me is my claim to babysit your little womp rat whenever you come to town.” you say retracting your hands away from Mando and instead making grabby hands toward the child.

“Well, I don’t know anyone better suited to the job. It would be unwise to deny you that wish, especially now that you have intel on me.”

“Was that a joke, and a complement? From a Mandalorian?” you scoff, “Wow. I never thought I’d live to see it.”

“Does that mean I have to kill you now?” he shifts to the edge of his seat and leans towards you.

“Oh, I’d like to see you try, bucket head.” you tease, knowing full well he could kill you in an instant without even trying. Regardless, you shift forward and cross your arms on the table, challenging him with the mirrored motion.

The two of you stare at each other in silence, your mouth creeping into a mischievous smile. You wonder what might be going through his mind, as all you can think about is the idea of him pinning you to the ground in a millisecond, and just when you think he will break, a voice brings your attention away.

“I think we gotta call it,” Cara says, a little too loudly for her close proximity to your ear. You wince at the intrusion, cursing the fact that you won't get to know how your challenge ended.

“I should be on my way then” the Mandalorian states, “Although I’m still missing some supplies-”

“Lemme grab them for you.” You insist, “I can meet you back at your ship in 30 minutes. Got a list?”

The Mandalorian lists off a handful of items, and you instantly know you have them all in stock. You give him a nod and stand from your booth. “See you in a few.” You say with a wink that you instantly regret the minute you turn your back.

~

“How long do you think you’ll be gone for?” You question Mando as you approach him with the crateful of supplies he requested.

“Not really sure. If I get any leads on the Jedi, I have to follow them up. Of course, Nevarro is always a safe place to refuel and restock.”

“So, you’ll be back as long as you need shit from me?” you startle yourself with your choice of language, remembering the several shots of spotchka you just downed and how your tongue might be a little looser.

“Not just you.” The Mandalorian states rather quickly, in a tone you’d almost label as flustered. “I can’t get fuel from you,” he continues much more coolly.

“Mhhhm, right. That is true. But no other reason.”

“Another reason for what?”

“For you to come back. Here. I mean you’ve got friends here-”

“I don’t really have friends.”

“Well, that mighta hurt my feelings if I knew you a bit better, but I’m certain Cara and Karga would feel a bit under appreciated. Especially after everything that happened…” You trail off.

“They are much more business partners then friends,” you squint your eyes and raise your brow at him with those words, making him corrects himself, “But sure. If you want to classify them as friends, then yes.”

After a brief silence you somewhat bravely somewhat stupidly ask, “And me?” Eyes wide and hopeful, sober-you would be ashamed. Taking a step towards him you muster up even more courage, “Would I be classified as a friend too?”

“Yes. A valuable one,” He states stepping towards you as well, “One who could teach me something about caring for a child.”

“Oh, no. I know nothing about that. I guess I’m just good at relating to them. Maybe I’m still young at heart” you tease. Something about the Mandalorian tells you he’s got a lot of years behind him, a lot of...experience. You don’t have much evidence to back it up, more of a vibe really.

After another small silence the Mandalorian speaks. “I guess it’s nice to have friendly faces around, for the child's sake. Perhaps I should make it a habit to return until he’s been united with his people”

“And what about you? You don’t go crazy having no one to talk to but the kid?”

“Not much of a talker”

“Except for tonight.”

“Fair.” He bluntly states. “It doesn’t seem too difficult to get information out of you”

“And what do you mean by that?”

“You seem to like to talk, is all”

“Well, it’s been a while since I've been in good company. To be honest I think I talked more tonight than in the past several years''

“I can agree with that.”

“We make a good pair then. Two people who don’t talk yet can’t shut up around each other” And at this point you don’t even know what you’re saying. The proximity to the Mandalorian and the alcohol in your blood are mixing at a dangerous level, making you blurt out things you’re sure you’d never have the courage to say.

In the silence that followed, you are eager to find something to fill it. You think back to how he talked of his upbringing, the joy you felt in his voice. It reminded you of the last time you could remember feeling that way.

“You know, the way you spoke of sparing with your siblings, it reminded me of my childhood.” You say, eager to find something to fill the silence. Normally you don’t mind quiet but drunk you has decided otherwise. “When I was very young my siblings and I would fight constantly, always in good nature of course. We wanted to win the affection of our parents, although they would have loved us either way. But they would cheer us on. They always encouraged our fighting, telling us we would be stronger for it when we were grown.

“When they watched us, they looked so in love, so proud. My mother would turn to my father and say ‘we raised warriors’. It was like they knew things would turn bad. I mean of course there were wars, and the Empire was a constant threat, but somehow, they were always prepared for the worst. Like they were ready for a fight that might never come.”

The Mandalorian stood silently, and it seemed your attempt to relate to him failed spectacularly. However, for a moment, you thought you caught the subtle tilt of his visor. Like he was examining you, maybe unsure of what to make of your lengthy anecdote.

“That does resemble my upbringing.” He spoke softly, finally filling the conversational void. “Quite a lot, actually.” But then silence returned. A buzzing filled your ears from the complete lack of auditory stimulation. You felt yourself becoming unsteady, like the force of the silence was pushing you off balance. You now realized the total effects of your inebriation were hitting you. “Were you-” but before Mando could finish his thought, your stomach forced its contents out violently, and you were lucky enough to find the sense to turn away from him, and rush towards a near alleyway, just in time.

As your body rid itself of the liquid poison, you couldn’t help but let multiple tears spill out of your eyes, unsure if it was from the force of the projectile, or the complete embarrassment.

“Oh, dear gods,” you finally croak as you regain your bearings on the spinning world around you. “I am so sorry, Mando. That was so kriffing embarrassing.” You try to cover your face, as you sweep your tears from your cheeks. But Mando already made his way over to you, crouching to meet you on the ground, grabbing your hands in his and placing a canteen in them instead.

“Drink. It’ll help.” He says in a soft hushed tone. You aren’t even sure where he got the canteen from, maybe it just happened to be near at the time, or he went back up to the ship in the time you were hurling… “Drink.” He repeats, interrupting your train of thought.

You unflask it with shaky hands and take a large swig, immediately feeling some relief from the burning sensation in your throat. “You need food as well.” He adds simply, grabbing your arms and heaving your dead weight off the ground as if it were nothing to him. After helping back to standing position, he turned toward his ship and made his way to the ramp. Before ascending, he turned back to you and finished his original thought, “Let’s see what rations you gathered for me. Come on.”

So, you make your way over to the ship, which is a task in itself as your legs felt as though they might give out at any moment.

“Wow,” you say in astonishment. You’d never seen a true cruiser like this. Any inter-planet hopper you’d taken to make your way to Nevarro had always been either completely basic and Imperial made, or a complete hunk of junk. And although you had nothing really to base it on, this ship was leagues ahead of anything you had experienced before. To think he got to spend all his time travelling the galaxy in a ship like this, all on his own. That was true adventure.

And you knew from the carbon scoring on the exterior that he had actually seen it. Excitement, danger, freedom. But the inside of this ship told a more complex story. You think that before it would have been simple. A weapons locker, a tiny sleeping quarter, a refresher, and not much else. The bare necessities for a man always in motion. No home. No attachments. But what you figured must have been new additions showed glimpses of a different man. A tiny hammock over the sleeping area, a small padded seat lifted to meet the height of a protruding shelf that almost resembled a dinner table, and what looked like makeshift toys strewn across the hull. All signs of another lifeform making itself comfortable on his ship and in his life.

“Here.” the Mandalorian grunted, breaking you from your daze, as he held out a ration stick to you. “Are you alright?”

“Well, I don’t feel as… vomitty, as before.” You start, now staring at the man in front of you, right where you figure - where you’re almost certain - his eyes are meeting yours. You think of his willingness to take care of you, twice tonight. Nothing added up. He was a complete mystery. Just when you thought you had him pinned, everything was suddenly flipped.

“That’s good, you just look a little out-of-it.” He said as he placed a hand on your shoulder, probably trying to steady you from whatever state you were in.

“Oh no, I’m just admiring the place.” You say, breaking eye contact to scan over the area again, taking in new details as you did so.

“Ha ha.” he says dryly, retracting his hand from you.

“No, I’m serious,” you reply sternly, offended that he would think so little of his own ship. “I’ve never seen anything like this, except for maybe in my dreams. I can’t imagine getting to fly in this every day. Or, oh maker! You get to see the stars in hyperspace, that was my favourite part! I only got to travel through hyperspace once. And, dank ferric, it was spectacular. Every other damn transport was sublight, not fun. Very slow, but generally cheaper, I guess. I’d kill to get to see that again” You could feel the excitement within you reach your face. A giant grin bursting out of you when you could no longer contain the joy within.

“Where were you travelling?” He questioned after examining your elation, and you could hear the genuine nature of his question, like he actually cared. Most people had never taken this much interest in your past.

“Oh, really anywhere I could. I just wanted to get away from, well, everything. My family, the war, my whole life. I tried to start over, but I didn’t get very far. Got stranded here, and I could never find the means to continue my journey.”

“Your journey?” He prompted, trying his best to stifle the laugh that followed.

“Yah okay that sounds a little ridiculous, but really I was just trying to find some excitement, something different. Just trying to find… something. It sounds dumb, I know, but I was so sick of my life, so when I had the opportunity to go, I went. I went everywhere I could afford, until I could barely afford food. So, I worked at that vendor for scraps until I saved enough to keep going, but I guess I never saved enough.”

“So, you’re still looking?’

“Huh?”

“You said you were looking to find something, but it doesn’t sound like you found it.”

“No. I haven’t. Not that I even know what I was looking for. But it seemed like one of those ‘you’ll know when you know’ things”

“Well, what if someone could take you away from Nevarro?” he questioned.

“Wouldn’t happen. I’ve got barely enough credits to buy bantha crap.”

“What if that person didn’t need credits, just company.”

The statement threw you. Suddenly you weren’t sure what Mando truly knew about your reputation. “Uhhh what kinda company, because I really don’t-”

“A friend.” He paused, making you wonder why he would propose such an idea, “A valuable one.”

And only then did the wires connect in your still-woozy brain. He was asking you to join him. Again. But this time as a friend. Someone he knew and trusted. Someone who he felt comfortable enough with to talk about his Creed with. And suddenly your heart stopped beating.

You could not – for the love of the Maker – mess this up again. But maybe you should make sure.

“Me?” you say while lazily pointing towards yourself for further clarification. “Mando are you asking me to join you two?”

“Maybe you’ll find what you’re looking for.” He says before making his way back out of the hull to finish packing the remnants of the supplies, apparently making the decision for you, as you definitely gave no answer. But it was the answer you wanted. A way out. An escape. And for kriffing sake, free.

As you stood, dumbstruck and alone, in the hull, you wondered just what it might be like. Getting to see some danger up close and personal. To see treacherous planets one week, then beautiful landscapes the next.

When Mando returned to the hull with the last of the supplies, only two words could escape your mouth, quieter and softer than you may have ever spoken before. “Thank you.”

Chapter 3

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[enviedear]

the last great american dynasty → draco malfoy

DESCRIPTION ⌙ in which y/n l/n buys an old home and quickly becomes the talk of the town

PAIRING ⌙ draco x fem!reader

WORD COUNT ⌙ 2.7k

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pls enjoy this fic as i write my other four... its proving most difficult to keep up with all of them but i’m trying. and of course this is based off the song the last great american dynasty by taylor :)))

also here is the house i’m going to be referencing :)

when you moved to england your first task was to do as your parents suggested, stay with your distant relative, aurora sinistra. 

and you followed their advice. you tracked down her home. she just happened to be away. she had left a note saying something about how she couldn’t miss some sort of planetary alignment and would be in germany for the next week.

you had decided to explore the new territory and after an hour of walking around the town you met your soulmate, a home. and not just any home, a beautiful large piece of art made of stone. 

the huge house enticed you to climb up the large hill it was sat on. 

up closer you saw the vines and wisteria climbing up the exterior. then more details like the broad windows in need of cleaning, an old oak door, and doric columns that made you feel like you stumbled into a princess story. 

you forgot your normal manners and had entered the home without a knock, pacing slowly through the entryway, studying the decor.

“excuse me?” a voiced called.

you had turned to find a tall brunette woman holding a toddler.

“i’m so sorry! i didn’t mean to just walk up into your home. its just, very beautiful, and i saw a for sale sign by the mailbox.” you had sputtered out.

the woman seemed even more surprised after you had spoken, “are you american?”

“yes?” you had replied, confused.

“it’s just, no one comes here and now i know why you did,” she laughs a little and adjusts the little boy on her hip. “this is a family home of a dark wizard, not many people want to visit a house that has such negative connotations. but i’d love to give you tour if you’re still interested in it?” she asks.

you smile, “i’d love to. i’m y/n by the way.”

andromeda tonks had quickly taken a liking to you and offered you the home. she explained that absolutely no one else would buy it given the fact it used to belong to her sister, who had fought alongside voldemort. 

you didn’t mind the weird history that came along with the home, it was too beautiful to pass up. plus, it wasn’t unlike to you to cause a stir. you took pride in doing things out of the ordinary.

that’s how you came into the possession of the lestrange family home, or as you call it, wisteria house, after the flowers that inhabited the residence.

now, almost a year later, you’re the talk of the town. most of your pureblood neighbors found you too new. you were new money, you were apart of an american half-blood family, and you hosted parties they deemed too loud. however you knew they were tasteful.

you couldn’t care any less about what they thought of you. your home was your everything and you wouldn’t change yourself for some stuck up old families. you found it marvelous ruining everything they deemed sacred.

one of your neighbors in particular, a man named lucius malfoy, had annoyed you to no end. he hated everything about you. andromeda told you several times by now that he proclaimed you a mad woman to anyone who brought you or wisteria house up.

so today, on the fifth of june two thousand and three, you were determined to win this feud.

lucius’ home, malfoy manor was hosting a party tonight, and you were set on ruining everything.

as you entered the mansion, you absentmindedly smoothed out your tight fit gown. it hung off your shoulders and had a tasteful slit on the left side, exposing your leg.

“y/n, come sit with teddy and i!” andromeda calls from a nearby table.

you smile at the woman and take your seat beside her, giving teddy a kiss on the forehead. he in return, makes his hair your favorite color and smiles up at you.

“i didn’t think you’d actually come dear. i know how rude lucius has been to you, but i’m glad you’re being pleasant and showing off your best face.” andromeda says sarcastically, bringing her wine glass to her pointed lips.

you smirk, “lucius deserves to experience my full presence.”

the party kicks off and andromeda introduces you to many people, like harry potter, who you feel very awkward around. you can’t help it, you don’t know how to talk to someone who saved the world.

she also introduces you to lucius, who is carrying around a small poodle like it’s a handbag. he doesn’t say much to you and you don’t mind, his voice annoys you.

you decide to sneak away from andromeda’s conversation with lucius and make your way to a balcony. to the right, you spot your home. you smile to yourself and begin studying the malfoy garden. 

after a little time passes you decide it best to find andromeda again, but before you can take a step lucius’ dog is licking your exposed leg.

“well how did you get here?” you jokingly ask the animal, crouching down to pet it.

the dog leans into your touch and that’s when you have an idea.

when you attended ilvermorny you learned a spell for dyeing flags so that the opposing houses couldn’t change it. it proved a big hit given the thunderbird house liked to turn flags into theirs as a joke during quadpot games.

you could dye the dogs fur so that lucius would have a conniption. the dye was completely safe as well, and you were sure the party guests would love to see lucius attempt to change to dogs fur back.

so you dyed the dog a key-lime green, and let it run back off to its owner.

“i suppose my father was right, you are mad.” a voice says from the hall.

you furrow your brows and step further into the hallway so you can get a look at who’s speaking.

leaning against the wall is a tall, pale, blonde boy. draco. andromeda told you about him. apparently he doesn’t like his father much and to spite him, takes teddy on walks in his garden every saturday and thursday morning.

“you know, people have been saying that my home is cursed to make any woman who lives in it insane. and i must admit after finding your aunt bellatrix’s journal i might have to believe them. her sanity did begin slipping after moving into that home.” you say, raising your eyebrows.

“bella was always mad. but if you keep tormenting my father i think it’ll be him to go insane. not that i don’t enjoy your little pranks on him.” he gushes, letting a small smile creep onto his face.

“i can’t just end your dad an i’s little feud here, draco. it would make me look cowardly,” you tease, biting your lip. “i really don’t even know why he invited me to this party. come to think of it, i don’t even know what we’re celebrating.”

“i invited you. it’s my birthday party.” he replies.

“why thank you for your invitation. may i ask how old you are?” you ask.

“twenty-three at 11:37,” he looks at his pocket watch, “ten more minutes.”

you study him before saying, “you know there’s a wall at my house that shows you the way the stars look. would you like to see how the universe aligns the stars for your birthday?” 

draco runs a hand through his hair, “i’d love to. and i’ve been meaning to see what you’ve done with bella’s old house.”

the two of you quietly sneak out of malfoy manor and into wisteria house. you lead him upstairs and into the sky room. the room had an enormously tall glass ceiling, and was decorated with things aurora had given you.

on the wall furtherest from the door was a live depiction of the stars above. tonight the wall showed a vibrant blue galaxy spotted with deep orange and bright white stars.

“you’re lucky, this is one of the best ones i’ve seen this whole year. the stars must like you.” you sigh, happily.

draco laughs a bit and looks at you, “despite being the town nuisance, i find you rather enjoyable.”

“despite that compliment being backhanded, i find you rather enjoyable as well.” you tease.

draco laughs, “did you know that the sacred twenty eight pureblood families have a nickname for you?”

you shake your head asking him to explain.

“they call you the last great american dynasty because you bought this big house and have money they can’t trace.” he says.

“i cant deny, i kind of like it.” you giggle.

draco looks down to his watch, “one minute and then i’m officially twenty three,” he pauses to smirk a little, “you know this is the age my parents got married, and i suppose my mother will expect the same of me now.”

“i’ve always said the best age to get hitched is twenty three. the brain isn’t fully developed so you can still love like a teenager but have the responsibilities of an adult. i suppose by that logic, i too should be getting married this year.” you joke.

draco smiles before looking at you quizzically.

you furrow your eyebrows, “what is it?” 

“i think i have the perfect way to win your little feud with my father.” 

“and what is that?” you ask.

“let’s get engaged.” he says simply.

“draco, i’m honored but,” you pause, thinking.

what would be the harm in accepting. you could spend however long you wanted mulling over the actual wedding. lucius would have to respect you a little more. and draco seemed to be a nice person.

“you know what, this mad woman wouldn’t mind being engaged to you. so long as you don’t rush me to marry you, and we stay here, at wisteria.” you bargain.

“you’re sure? you haven’t been drinking have you? i’d hate to propose to a woman who won’t remember this in the morning.” he jokes.

“i haven’t had anything other than pumpkin juice tonight. although i can say this is extremely impulsive, i am almost certain i’d like to marry you. i mean i just saw the ways the stars looked on your birthday. that’s the most intimate thing i’ve ever done with someone.” you smile.

“that’s the most intimate-” you cut the boy off with a simple, “of course not, silly.”

the two of you talk through the rest of the night and into the early morning before draco escorts himself home.

the following months were bliss, aside from lucius’ annoyance about you and his sons engagement. draco took you all over britian. you bought some of the best ice cream you’ve ever had from a shop in diagon alley, you visited aurora at hogwarts and met the lovely headmistress named minerva who gleamed at draco every time he spoke, you took draco to meet your parents in november to celebrate thanksgiving, and the two of you did a lot of landscaping for wisteria house.

“guess what tomorrow is.” you instruct your fiancee who is tending to the small wiggentree.

draco wipes the dirt from his forehead and purses his lips in thought, “ah, it’s our engagement party.”

you wink at him and wrap your cloak around yourself more trying to get warm, “precisely. i was thinking we announce the wedding day.”

he chuckles, “why y/n, we won’t be getting married for a while. plus i’d hate to toy with mother by giving her a date she’ll have to wait anxiously for. you know that woman is practically dying to have a wedding. though, i would have thought potters’ would have quenched her thirst.”

you roll your eyes, “we’re announcing the day. march the fourth two thousand and five.”

draco’s eyes widen, “and you’re sure?”

you nod and draco barrels toward you with a hug. it knocks you back a bit but you smile and hold the boy tight against you. 

it didn’t take you long to become enraptured in everything that was draco malfoy. he loved you with a firey passion you longed to never go out.

the wedding day came quickly, but not quick enough for you and your fiancee.

“you know, i must say, this crowd has to be bigger than harry’s on his wedding day.” you say to andromeda, narcissa, and your mom.

“it’s because half of these people are a little too invested in your life. i love you but having your wedding at a former deatheater’s home isn’t exactly normal. i mean i know it’s not bella’s house anymore but the history remains. i can’t say anyone likes a home of a deatheater. no offense sissy.” andromeda says, looking out the window at the large crowd in the garden.

narcissa rolls her eyes and continues weaving the wisteria into your h/c hair. 

“i wish i was better at braiding honey, but narcissa is doing better than i ever could. you were right to have me just doing your makeup.” your mom says, eyeing your mother-in-laws’ handiwork.

“i just can’t believe the day is finally here. my little boy is getting married. i always knew he’d marry a woman who could keep up with him.” narcissa smiles.

after you and your bridesmaids (who consisted of your best friend, andromeda, and your cousin aurora) were ready, narcissa and your mother escort you all down to the venue.

the two mothers smile at you before taking their seats. 

“next time we talk you’ll be a married woman.” your best friend says, nudging your shoulder.

“isn’t it crazy?” you laugh, clutching your flowers.

she gives you a confident look before walking onto the aisle.

soon enough its your turn to walk. the long train of your white dress trails gracefully behind you and your off the shoulder long sleeves keep your arms warm.

the grey eyes at the end of the aisle look at you with such adoration you can’t help but to let out a stray tear.

draco looks regal in his light grey tux. his blonde hair is styled just like it was in a picture you found of him from his sixth year at hogwarts, and his rosy cheeks allude to his nerves.

when you reach him he holds a hand out for you and wipes the tears from your eyes.

your father is officiating the wedding and gives you a smile that only a father can give before starting his speech.

soon enough it’s time for draco to say his vows.

your lover sniffles a bit before speaking, “y/n l/n, for years this house has sat quietly on this hill, free of women with madness and bad habits until two years ago when it was bought by you. y/n, the most brilliant woman i’ve ever met. you ruined all the negativities that came with this home. your nature is unlike anyone else. you always see the best in people and things. you make a friendly competition out of anything and it never fails to amaze me at the way you push yourself. before we met i was out walking with a few old friends from school and you were outside wisteria planting lilac. i remember one of my friends referred to you as loudest woman this town has ever seen. i have to agree, your aura is impossible to escape. but i would never want to escape your madness. everything you do fills me with light. who knows if you never showed up what could have been. i’ve had a marvelous time ruining everything this home used to stand for with you, and i’d be honored to continue doing just that for the rest of my life. i adore you, y/n.” 

your heart begged to reach out and hug him.

“i love you draco malfoy.” you profess.

“i know pronounce you husband and wife, you may now kiss the bride.” your father beams.

draco leans into you and gives you a kiss full of love. all the best things in the universe couldn’t compare to this moment right now. in the end you had two soulmates, one, a home that you poured all your work into and two, a man who you poured your whole being into.

when the two of you break away you smile at your husband, knowing that this is everything you’ve ever wanted.

and the town whispered the same thing years into your marriage, “there goes the last great american dynasty.”

[djarinsidebitch]

Mandalorian & Flyboy

A/N: yes I know that other Mandalorians can take their helmet off but lets just say that reader cannot  Word count: 3.4k

As the war against the first order dragged on rumors about where the information gained on the first order started to pop up. When communication officers let it loose that there hasn't been any major intelligence missions in over 6 months. Rumors of a spy in such deep cover that the resistance cant even know, others of the information being bought from outside sources, Poe himself is caught listening into the base gossip. When he asks Leia she just shrugs it off going back to the task at hand. If he didnt know how good of a lier the General is he would have just let is slide, he kinda did shaking off anyone who asked the elite Commander what he thought just continuing with missions ‘The information isn't putting us in danger so why think about it’ he remembers remarking to a group of newer pilots when they again were asking about the rumors.

The idea almost completely left his mind when he caught a glimpse of Painted Beskar retreating into the forest from a back entrance of the hangar where he was working on small repairs to his x wing, it took a few seconds for him to process what he saw, or thought he saw; A Mandalorian some of the best warriors in the galaxy but very few are left they have become more of myth some believing that they are all gone. A possible mandalorian sneaking out of the base… the General. “Fuck!” he exclaims shooting up running to the general’s quarters expecting to see the worst he burst in only to see the General looking over a data pad  “poe is there a reason you are bursting into my quarters at this hour?” she asks he sputters “I-I there was someone who left your quarters that i had never seen before” he breathes out putting his hands on his waist “I wanted to make sure you were ok” he nods  now feeling slightly embarrassed “Poe no one was in here, get some sleep you have been working to hard” leia says calmly shooting poe from her quarters.

Poe left to his own quarters even more confused he could have sworn that he saw someone, something, leave from the base but tried to put it to the back of his brain ‘I am just tired’ he repeats in his mind going through the motions to go to sleep; which is just pulling off his clothes throwing them over on a chair in his room then flopping onto his bed. He fell asleep but it was almost like his head just hit the pillow when the morning call came out over the loudspeaker waking him up. He goes through the motions of getting up and ready BB-8 rolling around waiting for Poe, as a commander he was ordered to a mission briefing it was based on new information on trade routes used by the first order. Hearing this poem\ is thinking again about what he saw last night.

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Poe decided that he wanted to get to the end of this person that has been in his mind, once a week he watched from behind his X-wing when a Mandalorian snuck into base went to where the general’s quarters where for about an hour then would sneak back out. Then the next day he would have a meeting about new information on a different topic. He finally had enough after a month and a half of watching the Mandalorian in there painted and dirty beskar mysteriously come and go in the base he went to the leia to get answers without starting even more rumors not everyone like mandalorians seeing them as brutish or savage like bounty hunters who care on of credits.

After a mission brief he stayed behind as everyone except Leia left “General” he asked, gaining her attention from the holotable “Yes Poe is there something you need?” “Well yes, who is the Mandalorian I keep seeing leave the base” he cringed at himself at being so brash. Leia let out a sigh shaking her head slightly “it seems you met my new opritave” “He is resistance?” “SHE is a bounty hunter and informative as to what is going on in the underworld” leia explains briefly not giving up to much information “Why work with bounty Hunters how do we know she isn't just selling our information to the first order” he responds confused “the first order along with the empire killed off most of the mandalorians and mandalore, those who survived mostly don't want to work for the first order unless they really need the credits. And i know her she may be in a dark line of work but her heart is true” leia turns off the holotable going to leave the conference room also leaving poe with new questions ‘why are you helping the resistance; how much are you getting paid’ the resistance already has low funding so how are you getting paid at all ‘have you done anything else than just gain information for the resistance' poe  could feel himself get frustrated with this and mentaly decides that he is going to talk to the Mandalorian and get some answers.

When it came time for your weekly meeting with Leia you transferred the information into her data terminal while chatting with the general, more like she talked and you listened, nodded or gave small replies. As you leave the hairs on the back of your neck standing up, someone is near, your strides pick up slightly leaving the base of your ship. Taking the long way to your ship you catch a glance of someone following you so hiding behind a tree waiting for the assailant to walk past you, just like baiting a trap he walks past you and in and instant you grab him putting the man into a choke hold while holding your trusted baster to the side of his head.

“Why are you following me” The distorted voice grunts through her helmet, poe puts his hands up in surrender “I just want to talk i've been watching you come and go and i just want to know who you were” he chokes out looking in his peripheral vision and is met with an emotionless visor staring back. You losen the grip on his neck dropping your arm but only to search his body for a blaster “i didnt come armed im not stupid your a madalorian” a dejected sigh is herd through the helmet as you go to sit om a fallen tree and motions with your blaster towards a stump near her. Poe gets the message and sits there is a silence when she finally takes a deep breath “i you are just going to stare i have better things to do”   “Wait not, shit ok, i'll just be straight forward, Why are you helping us, the resistance; bounty hunter normally don't care about any of this just about what keeps their pockets filled”  You are visibly irritated by the off hand comment about bounty hunters “I am not most Bounty hunters, but it seems you are like most flyboys nothing more than moof milkers who think just because they can fly a star fighter they are important” The mandalorian stands holstering her blaster “be glad i didn't put a hole in you fly boy” You growl out stomping away to your ship.

Poe sat there cursing himself he just insulted a mandalorian, not just any a really hot, resistance fighting Mandalorian “leia is going to kill me”

Poe thought it was safest to stop watching you when you came to the base not wanting to anger you more. Until he was asked to meet with Leia on the day you make your drops. He knew it wouldn't be good so when he walked in to see the general and you sitting there you more just leaning against the wall your visor felt like it was staring into his soul “Poe i thought you should properly meet our friend after your stint in the woods” she says almost standing between the two of them “how?”  “I told her moof milker” You snear “(Y/n)” Leia scolds the mandalorian. “If you are going to be so interested in my dealings enough to follow her to her ship you might as well know who she is to the resistance” she continues  “(Y/N) here is a bounty hunter and spy for the resistance her father helped with taking out groups of imperial loyalist shortly after the fall of the empire.” as she started talking about her past briefly he looked over her leaning form her armor had blue grey paint over parts of her helmet, her shoulder pauldron had a mud horn on it, the rest of her armor was silver beskar that was slightly worn from years of use and he can see the top of a pack that matched the silver beskar partially covered but and small cape. “She is here to help us gain information on the first order without having to put our numbers at more risk, she can get more done than a full squad of fighters can and we don't have the numbers anymore.”  “I can also get places you can’t” you grunt out and stands walking over to stand in front of poe looking him up and down behind your helmet and thinking ‘he isn't to bad looking’ “(Y/N) Djarin” you sat curtly “since you are so interested in my work why don't you join the general in my drops” poe can hear the smirk that is placed on your face before you walk out of the room surprisingly quiet for how much armor you are wearing he stared as you left amazing by your voice and thinking over your name in his head “Close your mouth dameron before you catch flies; you are dismissed” she calls out to the dazed pilot shaking her head. Poe just nodded taking a deep breath walking to his quarters BB-8 was waiting outside of the door waiting for his master “Hey buddy” he starts to talk about you to his little buddy “an her name- buddy her name is so pretty” he says dreamyly

Over the next few week he started going to meet the general and (Y/N) he even started to talk to her outside of the meetings walking back to her ship and a few transmissions here and there at first it was just him rambling and you putting your input in here and there but as you got closer you started opening up your family growing up losing your mother at a young age and traveling with your older yet younger brother and father then when he settled down and took off the helmet for good and you put it on changing some things slightly. Talking about visits to your dad and brother between work was the thing that got you really talking, only stopping when you realized you had reached your shipe 5 minutes ago. Poe found out that for a scary bounty hunter you are a dork and he loves it when you realize you have no idea how to truly socialize with anyone that isn't your family or poe. He prides himself on the small chuckles and breathy laughs he can get out of you. If he didn't know better he would think that this flyboy had a shot with this badass woman he has fallen for following her around like a lost dog whenever he could.

You had started to come to base more than just once a week for Poe so when you and him out in the forest surrounding the base and you both hear explosions and the tell tale signs of Tie’s you both jump up running towards the base. It is the First Order they found the base and was able to surprise attack the base X-wings were already scrambling to get in the air. Poe calls for BB-8 while running to his X-wing jumping in getting into the air.

Stormtrooper transport land and whole battalions of troopers unload the battle is in the air and on land You use your two blasters and jet pack to take out hoards of troopers. Once landing you hold out your arm activating your vambrace flamethrower keeping the troopers away from you one shoots you the blaster deflecting off of your shoulder pauldron then you deliver a front kick to another while almost nonchalantly shooting two more troopers. Over the speakers a coded message rings out that was the message to retreat most officers fall back to get onto transports and get hasmany supplies and important information as possible. You try to give as much time as possible to the resistance to get to safety you picks up a larger blaster that one of the dead troopers had and used to to hit more enemies as possible you watch out of the corner of your eye three tie fighters chasing a familiar Black and orange X-wing before the Ties shot it down and it goes down into the forest “No!” you yell, shooting the last troopers she can and take off running towards the towers of smoke rising in the trees.

You run as fast as possible to the crash site hoping Poe is ok. When you get there it is not a pretty sight flames almost cover the entire ship you pull open the cockpit and your eyes widen poe is limp in his seat you pull out your vibro blade form your boot using it to cut him out of his harness pulling him out of the wreckage and presses the button to release his droid pulling him as far from the wreckage right before the ship blows and you cover his body with yours grimacing as shrapnel imbeds itself into the spaces between the plates of armor. Once the explosion stops and it's safe you look down at poe blood blossoming on his abdomen and body “poe” you call out trying to shake him awake; he just shakes limply under your hands you reach to feel a pulse but you can't sense anything “No Poe wake up” you call out tears welling in your eyes blurring your vision “It's not funny poe come on wake up” your voice breaks and you try to do chest compressions anything but nothing changes. BB-8 watches as you try to recestate Poe and responds with sad beeps missing his master. You ripp of the helmet and you feel like it's suffocating you as tears stream down your face mixing with the dirt and sweat on your face. You have felt pain but nothing like this sobs rake your body shaking with pain gripping onto poe “You- You can't do this to be dameron, you can't leave me now” you are blubbering now not caring if any one sees you it feels like a part of you had died.

“You- Fuck- Your so beautiful even- e-even with tears” Poe rasps out barley awake staring at your face contort to confustion then passing back out.

Hearing him makes you jump up grabbing your helmet, slipping it on and then picking up poe running calling out to BB-8 “Come on we gotta get back to my ship!” You  jump over logs, adrenaline coursing through your veins pushing your body to its limits, not caring how much you are gonna hurt in a few hours, just focused on saving power. You see your ship and slow reaching to press the button on your brace to open the cargo door and run up the ramp placing him on the floor knowing it's not the most comfortable but not caring, pulling your helmet back off you rush to grab the box filled with medical supplies and pulling out bacta patches, stim shots, and the emergency cauterizer.  

You pull off his tsttered clothes striping him down to just boxers and looks for the worst wounds on his abdomen and thigh injecting a stim shot then going in with the cauterizer working on shutting the wounds glad that he wasn't awake for this part the smell of blood and burning skin isn't new to you but knowing it's him makes you sick but once you sealed all the major wounds you placed bacta patches on them then using bacta spray on everyone else. You sit there for a second looking over your work then staring at his face it looks calm but it doesn't have the wrinkles from his smiles or the look in his eyes what she watches from behind her visor so seeing it without it is something else. Her com link in her brace goes off and she scrambles to grabs her helmet then connecting, a relieved sigh leaves her mouth it was leia “I'm glad you made it” leia says with somber undertones “(Y/N) i'm sorry to say but we haven't been able to contact dameron he was the only pilot we can't account for he might not have made it” she says sadly he was like another song to her leia was keeping it together for the sake of the resistance “i know he got shot down by three tie i was able to get him and BB-8 out before his ship exploded “ she explained and watched as a new hope filled the general’s eyes “that is amazing how is he’ you sigh looking down at poe now noticing the slight rise and fall of his chest “ he is knocked out now but once he wakes up i will know more” she explains “How did they find you” You ask now no emotion present in your voice back to being a mandalorian  “i don't know we are trying to figure that out but for now get off world and lay low until we can find a new base” Leia says with a sigh “take care of him ok” you nod “always” you sign off and go back to poe looking over him before getting into the cockpit of your own ship and old imperial command ship you had found for cheap and fixed up yourself. Once in hyperspace you come back out to see poe stirring, you quickly kneel down next to him as he opens his eyes “where am i” he looks around frantically until he sees you “(Y/N) he says softly reaching for you “what happened” he asks “you where shot down; i got there just in time before your ship exploded” you explain watching as he grabs onto the bottom of your helmet “i- i saw your face” he says almost unsure “i thought i lost you; you weren't breathing you were gone” your vision went blurry whether that was from tears or the blood loss of your untreated wounds you didn't care and neither did poe as he lifts up your helmet slowly almost waiting for you to stop him… you don't he drops it with a clang and sits up you are quick to help him. He takes your face in his hands staring at you with so much love and emotion in his eyes that he starts crying also “you are so beautiful” he whispers leaning in to kiss you; you meet half way and the kiss is explosive full of passion and sorrow for what could have been lost he moves his hands down the side of your neck to the back pulling you in closer your hands hold onto his cheeksIt is not a pretty kiss it is dirty and sweaty your tears mixing on your cheeks at they are pressed together, the only reason you separate is to breath and even then your foreheads are touching “you are the first person other than my family that has seen my face since i was 11” you whisper out looking deep into his eyes. He smiles rubbing soft circles into the sides of your face “I'm glad you are just so beautiful. I love you so much, i have fora while you are so complex in all the best ways you are anamazing warrior badass in every way but so soft spoken adn dorky i would die a thousand times if it means i can see your face” he confesses tears start filling your eyes again and his voice breaks with emotion “I love you too, your snarky hummor and being dumb enough to follow a mandalorian in the woods; i knew you were the one and as long as  i am arround you are not dying” she responds softly leaning in again to kiss him. Maybe it wasn't horrible that one person saw her face.

[bai-zewarrior]

So I finally nailed down my designs for the black heart characters (except colossus, perry/predator and Madusa I'm still massing with them) along with some head canons! The characters might look a bit weird next to each other, I didn't draw them all on the same canvas. I know I'm suppose to but I was lazy and didn't want to re draw the refs on one canvas. I also appologize for this being so long.

I'm hoping to start a comic with these guys. I always end up saying no to projects like this because I don't think my art is good enough but I think I'm going to put my foot down this time!

Hal:

Can talk(unlike my version of Cyan)

Pretty laid back but knows when he needs to be serious

Will curse you out

Thinks Aura and Nautilus are cute together

His cape works as his "soul meter"(idk what to call it). It has 3 squares on the back that represent Hal's souls. The cape becomes tattered and ripped when souls are taken.

He just wants 5 minutes of peace without someone trying to take his souls, please give him his 5 minutes of peace.

Really hates colossus

In the context of black heart I don't consider him a nano bot. He can bleed and stuff like that.

When he sleeps his body starts to heal any wounds and mend his cloths. This leaves him defenseless as he will remain unconscious until it's finished. He tries not to sleep out in the open and often uses caves and trees as temporary shelters when he needs to sleep. This can also activate when he is knocked unconscious but in cases like with Colossus the healing part is stopped.

He can change colors but he prefers red. His cloths don't change colors with him. Just his skin and his cape.

Again, in he context of black heart, I imagine Hal just kinda woke up somewhere with a bit of knowlage about himself and that's about it. Shortly after works he ran into Aura and Nautilus for the first time. He considered the battle a joke.

Nautilus:

Has glowing markings all over his body. He can cause them to glow at will

Can only breath air for around 10 minutes( this time can decrease with some conditions such as heat or cold. This is because his gills need to be wet for him to breath air, so if it's really hot out his gills will dry out faster)

Has a stutter due to the N.A.T.U thing, among other things. Like trust issues when Xero is around

Is euryhalinr(this just means he can breath any kind of water)

His suit adds about 100lbs to him (material, water, and special boots to help with balance when moving around in the suit)

Likes to make jewlary with shells and stuff

Loves Aura to death. Would litterally die for her.

His teeth work like a shark's. One falls out? You've got plenty more to fill the gap! He has given pretty much all his friends breif heart attacks when he casually spits one out after they hear the loud bone cracking noise of a tooth braking. He keeps all the teeth.

Runs on all fours for some reason. No one knows why, including Aura.

Aura:

Learned all her magic from her parents

Her parents lived like hermits because they believed people still hold witch hunts. Aura hated this because she snuck out a lot and knew that this wasn't the case.

Can be a bit forgetful with spells so she always keeps her book with her at all times

Love Nautilus to death, would die for him too.

Can't swim, her body it denser then water so she just sinks. Nautilus is almost always with her when she's near water for this reason.

Aura's wand is broken but she just keeps fixing it with tape because she doesn't know how to make a new one. She also doesn't want to ask her parents because they wouldn't let her live it down.

Made the headphones Puffer wears so he doesn't have to worry about Siren trying to mind control him, again.

Aura has a secret garden. She uses it to grow her magic plants. It has a defense system that even Jestar can't get past. Only those she has given permission can enter, but those people can give temporary permission to others. Only Nautilus, Puffer and Solario have permission to go into the garden.

Has gotten use to the weird things Natalie can do.

Puffer:

A bit of a hermit, but will open up when he trusts someone

Always has his eyes closed because he thinks his eyes look scary. He can still see for some reason? (Like Brock from pokemon, idk how he could see but he traveled like 3-4 regions like that)

Changes colors depending on emotions. Blue is calm and happy, purple is upset and sad and red is anger and frustration.

Puffer can create lots of spikes all over his body if needed as well as a set of claws. He doesn't do this often.

Likes to cook but keeps it a secret from everyone. (Aura and Nautilus found out though, they just kept the secret)

He really doesn't like Siren after what she did to him, but he will talk to her and hang out with her if someone else he trusts is around.

Really wants to apologize to Hal but he hasn't gotten the chance to yet.

Is really self conscious.

He's not very good at swimming but Nautilus teaches him when Siren isn't around or in Aura's secret garden.

Siren:

Likes to sing for no reason

Has a not so small army of skeleton fish

Is litterally heartless (she doesn't like to talk about it)

Has a crush on Puffer but she doesn't know how to fix the bridge she burned with him

Plays chess with Myst a lot(and wins a lot, much to Myst's dismay)

She can shape shift her tail into a pair of legs. This was a "gift" from Jestar to help her be a better assassin for him

Thinks Xero is a prick

Likes to steal Xero's alcohol sometimes

Can water bend. She can't blood bend though. She's tried.

Likes rock and country music for some reason

Nautilus likes to play with her fish some times.

Knows a bit about necromancy. She doesn't like to talk about it though. She never does it in front of anyone besides her fish army

Myst:

Doesn't like to talk about his life outside work

Is well over 100 years old( he lost count)

Is very protective when it comes to Shade

Doesn't really understand Shade but will support her regardless

Likes to smoke when he thinks no one is around

Can create an umbrella to protect himself if he is caught outside when the sun comes up

Likes to play chess

Is basically a dad to the other assassins

Rarely opens his third eye. This usually only happens when he gets frantic, scared or extreamly angry

Does not have any remorse over killing Parry

He doesn't eat in front of others if it can be helped

Myst told Nautilus about Shade once. He had a bad feeling and asked that if anything happened to him Nautilus would take care of her. Only problem was no one thought about the address of Myst and Shade's mansion. He found her though, don't worry.

When he is exposed to sunlight it will immediately cause him to get sunburned. If he doesn't leave after about 30 seconds- 1 minute he will start to die slowly and painfully. He has taken a lot of tea baths because of the sun

Solario:

A big dork

Very loud and bubbly

Is a prince from a kingdom galaxies away from where black heart takes place in

Was suppose to marry the moon from the moon is getting away level (haven't given her a name yet) but she unknowingly broke Sol's heart so he left. He wanted her to be happy and he clearly couldn't give her that happiness.

Doesn't understand "mortal" things but wants to learn.

Nautilus taught him the word yeet and now he won't stop using it

I headcanon that his voice actor would Gary LeVox(lead singer of Rascal Flatts)(don't ask why, I can't change what has happened in my brain)

Will stop at nothing to see his friends happy

Likes hanging out with Aura, Nautilus and Puffer

Can make himself hotter or colder at will. He tends to stay at a heat that won't hurt others when the go near him, but not cold enough to cause himself harm.

If he gets to cold he can die. He also starts to become extreamly cold or extremely hot before death. The direction his tempature goes in is dependent on what he was doing before hand. (Example: reading a book, gets shot, starts to get colder and colder. Attacking Hal trying to get his soul, shapeshifts so much he almost blows himself up, gets hotter and hotter)

Can be a bit over dramatic sometimes

He is incredibly strong. He can lift both Puffer(who whieghs roughly 230 lbs) and Nautilus when he's in his suit(so about 250 lbs) with no trouble. He forgets about his stranghth some times and has accidentally thrown a few things before quickly trying to fix it.

His shapeshifting isn't limited to just objects, he can shape shift small things about him self like his cloths or his entire body into something like a dinosaur. He doesn't do it often though. Mostly just the cloths thing.

Jestar:

Yells a lot

Thinks everyone is incompetent except Xero, for some reason

Accidentally took Puffer when Siren joined do to a confusion about Sirens powers. He refused to send Puffer home.

Colossus is basically just his pet

Xero is the only one who can get away with yelling at Jestar. No one really knows why but they hold really long arguments about all sorts of stupid stuff

Did I mention he yells a lot? I did? Well I’m saying it again. He yells A LOT.

Can shapeshift in to anything

Does not know how to handle baby Madusa. He doesn't know how to handle people in general, and he thought creating a baby was a good idea.

Xero:

Smokes and drinks a lot

Has a German accent(I can’t un heard it, I’m sorry)

Has a wrapped sense of humor

Calls Natilus “shark boy” after natilus bit him(this is related to what happened before N.A.T.U)

Calls everyone a nicknames besides Jestar.

Makes more robots then he needs and holds robot death battles at night.

Wants to dissect Siran after he found out she’s litterally heartless.

Is drunk 90% of the time but that's when he works best. He doesn't care that he has a problem either

Dressed Madusa up is costumes a lot during the 2 weeks it took him to grow up. He created a scrap book with photos of them too.

Can actually be a really nice dude when he wants to be. He doesn't normally want to be nice

90% of his robots are idiots

He's left handed

Colossus:

Is basically Jestar’s pet

Doesn’t speak a language anyone knows

Is basically a king without a kingdom

Starts out really tiny but gets really big for a short period of time once he has infected someone

Shade:

Has trust issues

Is only like 16 years old

Has normal(ish) ghost powers because she was born a ghost

Drives Myst nuts with her edgy stuff

Likes talking to Perry(she meets him after the Funk Hole level)

Can bounce between having a ghost tail to having normal legs.

Her flower is technically apart of her but she doesn't consider it part of her.

Perry:

Kinda skittish around people who look scary to him(so 90% of the black heart cast)

Has a crush on Shade but won't admit it out loud because he's scared of getting bitten in half by Myst, again.

Around 18 years old

Left home because his mom and brother suck and he wanted to be a ghost hunter like the ones he saw on tv. He got his wish for like 2 hours?

Transforms into Predator during the full moons and special moons. Special moons can have different effects on his transformation and mental state. Like a blood moon causes him to become more blood thirsty but a blue moon causes him to actually retain his normal mental state.

He has a habit of spiraling about everything

Predator:

Can't say anything understandable

Each part of his head has a brain so they agrue sometimes

Around 5X the size of Parry

Acts like a dog sometimes

Would have probably just ate Hal instead of taking the souls.

Madusa:

Can breath underwater and air without issue

Doesn't like the fact that he looks like Nautilus

Hasn't figured out how to swim fast like nautilus yet but won't admit it

Calls Jestar dad

Actually gets along well with Xero

Xero calls him Moccasin

Has markings like Nautilus but they only glow in the dark and they aren't as bright

He's allergic to shell fish

Actually had about a 2 week period where he was a kid. Xero and Jestar just gave him a special serum that caused I'm to grow up faster.

Most of his teeth ended up like Aura's but his canines are significantly sharper then they would be. Xero also found an extra set of teeth under Madusa's adult teeth.

Doesn't like the idea that his whole life rests on a tiny, easy to brake, stone on his head but just rolls with it.

Scared Jestar and Xero a lot during his first few days of life. He not only descovered his allergy to shell fish but almost got himself caught by the others a bunch of times.

All these guys belong to OL666 except Hal, he belongs to vitamin games

[thetriggeredhappy]

if it's alright can i rq a non-comic verse/au/w/e speedingbullet fic where sniper introduces scout to his parents? i've seen a lot of fics where scout introduces sniper to his family but not a lot for snipes' folks, and i think they have an interesting dynamic as well

galaxy brain takes my dude, galaxy brain takes. in summary i think it would go Terrible

(warning for very bad parents)

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Sniper shifted the car into park and glared down at his steering wheel for a few long minutes. He took a deep inhale, a slow exhale. A second. A third.

“You’ve got this,” Scout said encouragingly, even as he found himself eyeing the little farmhouse out the driver’s side window. Sniper gave him a dubious glance. “No, seriously, you’ve got this!”

“Have I?”

“Snipes, it’s your mom and dad. It’s gonna be fine.”

Sniper took a few more deep breaths. Side-eyed the farmhouse.

“And I’m gonna be right here the whole time,” Scout reminded him, putting his hand over top of Sniper’s where it still rested on the gearshift.

Sniper looked at him, took one last deep breath, and nodded. He popped his door open, moving somewhat quickly, clearly trying to rip off the bandage as best he could.

Scout walked close as they approached the house, eyeing it further, gaze darting from the stretch of road on either side to the pasture off past the house. He squinted at the shapes out there, trying to distinguish and figure out how many sheep were over there. It was a lot.

It was a lucky thing he was looking that way, because that meant he could nudge Sniper and get his attention.

“Uh,” he said, looking back towards the flock, and Sniper followed his eye and saw the dogs there sitting at attention and staring at them.

One dog stood and barked, and that set them all off, and they bolted over towards the pair, barking furiously.

Sniper wrapped an arm around Scout’s waist and moved him half-behind him, pulling his sunglasses off and staring down the dogs. “Oi, none of that!” he called as they approached, and the dogs skidded to a stop when they got to him, still going absolutely bananas but significantly less aggressively than before, starting to nose at and lick his hands excitedly, practically bowling him over as they bumped happily at his legs. “Awright, awright, ‘llo to you too.”

They seemed pretty excited about Scout, too, sniffing and nosing at him, and Scout knelt to pat one of the dogs on the head. He was promptly knocked back, the dog starting to lick him all over the face.

“No, Luna!” Sniper said firmly, tugging on the dog’s collar to get her to ease off, rolling his eyes at how Scout was laughing, clearly very endeared. “Play nice.”

“Luna’s her name?” Scout asked for confirmation, petting all over her head. “Good dog!”

“Don’t spoil ‘er, she’s a lazy one,” Sniper warned, even as he also patted at her back before shifting focus back to the three other dogs who were still very much excited. “The two kelpies are Brandy and Dig, the brown koolie is Vince and the spotty one is Luna.”

“These are good dogs,” Scout seemed to decide, squawking as he was immediately whacked in the face by a furiously-wagging tail.

“Mickey?”

Both of their heads whipped around to look at the source of the voice. Scout was surprised to see the little old woman who was standing there, her glasses big and round and her eyes squinted slightly as if disbelieving. Sniper shifted. “Hi, mum,” he mumbled, just loud enough to be heard over the dogs barking, helping Scout to his feet.

“Mickey!” she exclaimed, bundling down the stairs and hurrying over to embrace him. He shifted to make the process easier. “Oh, you’re here so much earlier than I thought you’d be, dear! Thought you’d be another day, surely!”

“No, said—said it’d be today,” he murmured hesitantly.

“Oh, I’m sure you did, but it’s always so hard to travel during the holidays,” she tsk’d, patting his cheek good-naturedly. “I worry is all.”

“Well, everything was fine,” he shrugged awkwardly.

“Of course. Well, come in and see your father, dear, I’m sure he’ll be happy to see you!”

And just like that she was moving back up the steps of the porch and into the house.

Scout was too surprised to say anything, and blinked a few times. “Uh... Snipes, she’s not, like, blind or something, right?” he asked gently. “She didn’t even look at me.”

Sniper inhaled slowly, exhaled slowly. “Bugger,” he finally said.

Scout looked around the inside of the house with great interest, surprised by a few things. First of all, that it was so thoroughly an old person’s house—the various assorted knickknacks and decorations, the way it was laid out, everything felt very much like something he’d have seen in his grandad’s house, or other houses occupied by people of a similar age. And that made sense, because Sniper’s parents were indeed fairly old. And Sniper had brought that up before they got there, when Scout had found a picture of them, that they’d both been in their late thirties when they had him, and worked with sheep out in the sun for so much of their lives, so of course they’d aged all the more because of it.

“Shoes off!” was barked at the both of them before they could even step properly through the door. Scout had to take a knee to untie his shoes to get them off, while Sniper could toe out of his own pretty easily.

“...’llo, dad,” Sniper said after a second when the man at the armchair facing away from them—presumably Sniper’s dad—didn’t say anything else.

No response.

“Mickey dear,” his mother said, returning from a room down the hall holding a box. “You already knew we turned your room into a guest room ages back, but I’m afraid I’ll need a tick to put the bedding on—“

“It’s awright, mum,” Sniper was quick to assure.

“I can do that,” Scout offered helpfully.

“Oh, so he knows how to make a bed? I wouldn’t have expected” Sniper’s mum asked in a way that almost sounded like faux-surprised, not looking at him as she put the box on the table and shifted the tablecloth neatly. Scout shrank.

“I—no, I, I can... I know how to make a bed,” he confirmed carefully.

“Well, linens are in a basket by the bed then,” Sniper’s mom said, and disappeared from sight again.

“...Anything good on?” Sniper asked towards the still-silent armchair, glancing at the TV and back.

No response.

“Dear, any idea what you’d want for dinner?” Sniper’s mum asked, returning with a second box to also put on the table.

“I’m not picky,” he shrugged, looked over at Scout. “You?”

“I mean, I don’t care,” Scout also shrugged, hands stuffed into his back pockets. “I like pretty much everything.”

“I’m sure you do,” Sniper’s mum said neutrally, and Scout was still trying to figure out how exactly to respond to that when she spoke again. “Might just make some soup then, Mickey, unless you’ve got a suggestion.”

“Any suggestions, dad?” Sniper asked the armchair.

No response.

“I’ll need to go send the dogs back to work, then I’ll start cooking,” Sniper’s mum said, and gave him another pat on the shoulder as she passed by him, and Scout needed to dodge out of the way as she threatened to bowl right through him to go outside.

A pause, a hard exhale from Sniper. “Bloody hate it here,” Sniper mumbled.

“Free to leave any time you like,” Sniper’s dad snipped from the couch.

“Oh, you heard that one, then?” Sniper snapped right back. “Good to know.”

Scout tapped the back of Sniper’s hand to get his attention. “Uh, I’m gonna grab our bags and stuff, where are we sleeping?” he asked quietly, and Sniper exhaled again and tugged him along.

Sniper pulled him into a room and shut the door behind them, leaning on it heavily and sighing hard, pulling a hand down his face. “Bloody hate it here,” he repeated, all the more bitter with the additional volume he was allowed.

“Fuckin’ sheesh, Snipes, you talked about your dad and made it sound like he was just sort of an asshole, but wow! That’s—“ Words briefly escaped him. “Like, he’s your dad, why’s he acting like that?”

“He’s always like that,” Sniper muttered.

“And... wh—so your mom just, what, doesn’t... like me? I think?” he asked, visibly confused.

“Neither of them do,” Sniper replied. “Thought—I really thought mum would at least hold out until she met you, talked to you a bit, but... I’m sorry, I, it was a mistake coming out here—“

“No, no, it’s okay,” Scout assured quickly, stepping forward and putting hands on Sniper’s shoulders, squeezing comfortingly. “It’s—we’ll figure this out. Okay, what—what’s the problem? Why doesn’t your mom like me?”

“She doesn’t think I’m at all capable of taking care of myself and always wanted me to get a partner, ideally a wife, who would be able to take care of me because I can’t,” Sniper rattled off tonelessly. “And she doesn’t think you can take care of yourself, let alone me too. Among other things.”

Scout blinked. “...Okay. So we don’t have time to unpack all that.”

“Right.”

“...But, I, I just gotta... show your mom that I can take care of both of us!”

“Right?” Sniper repeated, eyebrow raised.

“Yeah! Look, I can make the bed, help with dinner, help clean up—whatever else needs doin’—and then she’ll see that I’ve totally got this and it’ll be great!”

“You never make my bed,” Sniper pointed out, tone tilting just a little bit to the left into joking territory.

“Yeah, because you’re a grown man and you don’t need help with that stuff, especially from me. I’m not your maid, I’m your boyfriend. I help you out in all kinds of other ways,” Scout shrugged.

“Like?” Sniper asked, intrigued.

“Like, talkin’ to you about stuff you like, telling you how much I like you and how great you are, hearing you out when you’re upset about stuff, being around to make you feel better when you’re doin’ stuff like this that you hate and that make you feel like garbage,” Scout listed off, and Sniper blinked, realizing how much of that was accurate. “But apparently your mom doesn’t care about any of that, like, mushy crap, so I’ll do things her way.”

“That’s a lot of work,” Sniper said hesitantly.

“Then I’ll do a lot of work,” Scout shrugged. “I wanna get along with your family, at least a little.”

“I don’t get along with yours,” Sniper pointed out.

“Eh, you’ll meet my Ma someday and she’ll fuckin’ love you, you’ve probably already got a spot at the dinner table,” Scout brushed off, turning and glancing around the room. “Okay. I’ll make the bed, you...”

“I’ll just,” Sniper said, and took a seat at the chair next to the dresser.

“Cool.”

-

Scout made the bed in the guest room and did the vast majority of the work making the soup that would be dinner. He then also cleaned, dried, and put back away the bowls, washed the utensils and pots, cleaned off the stove where there’d been a minor spill, and went to go get he and Sniper’s bags from the camper.

Sniper’s dad didn’t eat with them at the table, just remaining in front of the TV facing away and not talking to anyone except to occasionally snap at Sniper if he got anywhere near mentioning work or complaining about anything, even jokingly. Sniper’s mum, meanwhile, continued to make the occasional patronizing or passive-aggressive comment about how Scout did things. She described how he acted as “...interesting”, and made more overt comments on him and Sniper’s relationship when Sniper wasn’t in the room, and very clearly was watching him like a hawk.

“Never been on a farm before?” she asked at one point.

“Oh, nah, not really, no farms or nothin’ in Boston, big city and all,” Scout replied.

“Hmm,” she said, tone implying that she meant something by that, but she did not elaborate upon what.

“You awright?” Sniper asked him gently as Scout finally crawled into bed, feeling a little exhausted in more than a few ways.

“Yeah, it’ll be nice to sleep on a bigger bed like this,” Scout said cheerfully, managing to muster a smile.

“I meant about my mum,” Sniper clarified.

“It’s—I’ll be fine,” Scout said, and curled up against Sniper, and Sniper dropped it.

The next day, they spent a good chunk of the day out around the sheep, Sniper talking about some of the technical aspects of things that he needed to know growing up. Scout spent a good chunk of time playing fetch with the working dogs, who seemed absolutely elated at how far and fast he could pitch a baseball (completely demolished by the end of the day, but luckily Scout had others in his bag), and Sniper spent any time they weren’t playing trying to get the dogs to back off a bit and stop trying to jump and lick at his face and hands. They were clearly very happy to see him.

Sniper walked him around showed him some different places in a radius of the house, explaining assorted stories from his childhood. The place where he got that scar, the place where he would practice shooting a toy bow so he could be like Robin Hood, the rock he would climb all the time, the tree he spent a summer trying to secretly build a fort in only to have it knocked over by storms a few times. And there really was a youthfulness to Sniper’s face as he explained all the different things he would get up to in his downtime, the adventures he would try and take himself on.

He also showed Scout a fair share of different critters and bugs, whenever he spotted them on trees or branches or rocks, and seemed to enjoy Scout’s skiddishness and panic whenever he pointed out any that were particularly close. By the end of their little walk, Scout was constantly brushing at his arms and legs, and occasionally asking Sniper if there was something on his back or in his hair. In his defense, there was a fly at one point, and a gnat up above one ear that needed brushed away at a different point.

He informed Scout that he wouldn’t last a week out in the bush. Scout informed him that he wasn’t goddamn planning on it in the scary mutant fucked up bug country. Sniper asked him what it meant that he was dating the guy from scary mutant fucked up bug country. Scout informed him that actually Sniper was one of the mutant bugs. Sniper laughed.

Scout made both of them lunch—some sandwiches—since when they got back, Sniper’s mum was nowhere to be seen, and Sniper’s dad ignored him outright when he hesitantly asked if he wanted anything. And they spent a while longer with Sniper showing Scout some of the very few things his parents had kept as souvenirs from his childhood, in the little closet of his childhood-bedroom-turned-guest-room. And once it was in his memory, he kept talking for a while, explaining all sorts of different things, telling Scout story after story once he was on track. It was nice.

Sniper’s mum came back at some point, and peeked in the open door to the room to greet them and check in. Told Sniper she was so sorry, she just needed to do some shopping, and oh, didn’t Sniper’s dad tell them where she’d gone? And oh they probably hadn’t had lunch and were starving—

And Scout helped put away groceries, expressed enthusiasm and tried to ask questions about the farm. Good questions, real questions, about the things Sniper had said he didn’t know. About what they did with the extra land since they apparently didn’t keep as many sheep anymore, about whether that meant they didn’t need to hire on any hands, about whether they might consider hiring on more hands or just retiring outright at some point.

Sniper’s mum had said in the sweetest voice that she was sure a young man like him who’d grown up in a city wouldn’t understand even if she told him.

Sniper took him out to play with the dogs some more, let him work that particular hit out of his system by pitching the baseball as hard as he could towards the horizon line, and he’d calmed down a bit by the time dinner rolled around, and helped again, cleaned up again. And at some point he ended up sweeping the kitchen, although he couldn’t say how he’d gotten roped into doing so.

There was an argument at the table. Scout suspected it was because this time, Sniper’s dad joined them.

“Oh, Snipes, could you—“ Scout asked at one point, gesturing towards the salt shaker, which Sniper passed. “Thanks.”

“That what they call you out there?” Sniper’s dad asked, speaking for the first time all day as far as Scout knew.

Sniper took a breath. “Who is ‘they’ and where is ‘out there’?” he asked calmly.

“The murderers you work with in America,” his dad clarified.

Sniper’s hands tightened on the table. Scout’s eyes flicked between the two of them. “...No, I’m the only one who calls him that,” Scout said carefully.

“So you are one of those maniacs?” he asked next, and Scout frowned.

“Ignore him,” Sniper told Scout, no small amount of bitterness in his voice.

“Be nice, Mickey,” Sniper’s mum admonished.

“What, it’s not nice to ignore people? Clearly dad doesn’t agree, he’s been doing that ever since I got here,” Sniper said, a little bit snappish.

“Snipes, it’s fine,” Scout assured quietly, even as he visibly fought the urge to shrink a little in his seat.

“It’s not fine!” Sniper said, voice rising. “I come back for the first time in a year to introduce you to the bloody love of my life and this is how you’re treating him?!”

“I’m the love of your life?” Scout asked quietly, and was largely ignored.

“Oh, sure, you bring a murderer into our house and home on vacation from killing people, what on earth could be wrong with that?” Sniper’s dad asked sarcastically. “You bring home the second-skinniest bloke I’ve ever seen in my life and try and tell me you’re going anywhere, and you think I’m going to take any of this seriously.”

“Second-skinniest? Who was first?” Sniper snapped, confused.

“You,” Sniper’s dad snickered.

Sniper took four actions in response to that. He clenched his fists, he stood up from his chair, he marched away into the guest room, and he slammed the door behind him.

For a second, silence. “Isn’t that just like him,” Sniper’s dad scoffed after that second.

“Really shouldn’t slam the door,” Sniper’s mum said.

“Holy shit, fuck you guys,” Scout decided internally, and stood up and followed after him.

He made sure to shut the door behind himself, albiet much more gingerly than Sniper had. Sniper was facedown on the bed, face buried in a pillow.

Silence, for a long moment. Scout didn’t say anything. Sniper didn’t say anything.

“So I’m the love of your life?” Scout asked, semi-jokingly, hoping to break through the tension.

Nothing. Sniper didn’t respond.

He sat down on the bed next to him, and Sniper breathed a hard sigh. “I’m 30 years old, and still upset about fights with my mum and dad,” he said, laughing humorlessly. “This is all just... just so ridiculous.”

“Hey, in your defense, all that out there was total bullshit, they were being assholes,” Scout said.

A pause from Sniper before he spoke. “Thanks,” he seemed to decide. “Just, bugger, what am I meant to do?”

“Maybe... we do head out tomorrow,” Scout decided carefully. “Stay in the city until we gotta go back to work. You can show me a zoo or something, we can see more of your batshit crazy animals. Eat at a nice restaurant.”

“Please,” Sniper agreed, exhaling, relaxing bodily at the idea. “Please, bugger. Seen the dogs, seen the sheep, seen the parents, nothing left to do.”

“Yeah. We—we can head out tomorrow morning maybe. Breakfast then drive.”

“Brekkie then drive,” Sniper agreed. “Thank you.”

“No problem.” A pause. “Let’s circle back around to when you said I was the love of your life.”

Sniper shifted, propping his head up on his arms to look over at Scout. “What about it?” he asked.

Scout paused. “...I dunno, just... I dunno. Big words.”

“Yeah.”

Scout, for a minute, considered unpacking that further, but ended up just leaning in to kiss Sniper firmly on the lips to let him know exactly what he thought of that particular sentiment.

The next morning they packed their things back up. Scout was in the process of packing his own bag when he heard Sniper in the kitchen telling his mum they were leaving, and tried to keep up with what he was saying when he realized Sniper was telling a bit of a white lie.

“Change of plans, we’re needed back a bit sooner than we thought we’d be,” Sniper said. “Sorry, mum.”

“Oh, but dear! You’ve only just gotten here!” she said, sounding legitimately broken up about it.

“Boss’s orders, nothing I can do about it,” Sniper explained.

“Well, put me on the phone with that boss of yours!” she seemed to decide.

“Mum, I-I can’t do that.”

“Of course you can!”

By the time Scout had put his own bag in the camper, the argument had migrated to the porch and gained a participant.

“Oh, so what, you’re going back early? Can’t miss out on any heads to pop, then?” Sniper’s dad challenged.

“Look, I’d rather keep my job, awright?”

“Well that makes one of us!”

“Mickey,” his mum said, taking hold of his hands. “Really, it’s unreasonable. You should get more than just a few days off to be with family.”

“I—look, I’ve really got to go,” he insisted, trying to pull back.

Scout moved to stand with him, frowning a little. He was ignored. “Dear, at least stay for lunch,” his mum offered.

“That’ll be in a few hours, and I’d really like to be on the road by then,” Sniper replied.

“Did you even have breakfast?”

“He made some for me,” Sniper said, ticking his head towards Scout.

“Oh,” Sniper’s mum said, giving him a tight, plastic smile. “I’m sure he did.”

“Awright, you need to stop that,” Sniper all but snapped, voice kept carefully in control.

“What do you mean, dear?” she asked lightly.

“Don’t snap at your mother,” Sniper’s dad said firmly.

“Snipes, let’s just go,” Scout urges quietly, tugging on his sleeve.

“Yeah, go on, run back to the States to be with your murderer friends,” Sniper’s dad huffed, waving him off dismissively. “You can come back when you’ve figured things out and set your head back on straight. Tightened those loose screws back up again.”

“Shut up,” Scout snapped, and then suddenly all eyes were on him.

“Pardon?” Sniper’s dad asked, surprised and angry.

“...Yeah, shut up,” Scout decided, more firmly. “Don’t talk to him like that.”

“You have something to say about it?” Sniper’s dad challenged.

“Yeah, because you’re being an asshole,” Scout said decisively. “And you’re treating my boyfriend like garbage, and if you weren’t his dad I would have already punched your fuckin’ lights out for that kinda disrespect, old man. And that’s not because I’m a mercenary, it’s because I’m from Boston and I’ve got standards. I would lay you out if I was a goddamn kindergarten teacher.”

“Oh, Boston?” Sniper’s mum said in a vaguely disappointed tone.

“No, nah, you too! You can go ahead and shut up too! Just because you’re not worse than this guy that doesn’t mean you’re off the hook, lady!” Scout declared, pointing at her accusatorily. “I’ve done nothin’ but try and be polite and helpful to you people since I got here and all you’ve done is make these weird backhanded bullshit comments at me! If you’ve got a problem, say something. Don’t be a coward like this. What’s your issue?”

“Just that my little Mickey has decided to be with some American city-bred boy who couldn’t run a farm to save his life if—“ she started to defend.

“Yeah, I couldn’t! Which would suck if Snipes actually wanted that! And I wish I did, but no, I didn’t get to grow up on a farm, I got to grow up in a shitty apartment with seven brothers and no dad in the bad side of town! I always wanted to have a farm and a bunch of dogs and maybe some sheep or something and all kinds of places to play around and be a kid, but I couldn’t have that! And I’m really really jealous that Snipes got to have that! But I’m not jealous of the fact that he had to put up with the two of you!”

“Scout—“ Sniper tried, but Scout barreled through it.

“I mean, fuck! Now I’m a little glad I didn’t have a dad, maybe I skipped out on having to deal with an asshole like you!” Scout laughed, high and humorless. “And at least I had my brothers around and a Ma who actually cares about what I want and would at least pretend to be nice to anyone I brought home, because she loves me. Actively, on purpose, even if sometimes I do things she isn’t completely on board with! If I told her I was leaving the country to go do some job out somewhere and I wasn’t gonna live in Boston anymore, she’d wish me good luck and ask me to try and call or stop by one year for the holidays, not whatever this is!”

“Scout—“ Sniper tried again.

“And I tried, I tried so hard to be nice to you people! Because I love this guy right here so goddamn much and I wanted to at least get along with his family. But you’ve made it pretty fuckin’ clear that you aren’t gonna give me that same courtesy, so you can just go ahead and pack up a neat little suitcase of go fuck yourselves and stop being pieces of shit to my boyfriend. How’s that for a fuckin’ cityboy?”

A very, very long silence. Behind his glasses, Sniper’s eyes were shining with pride, even as he kept his face as calm as he could.

“Finally,” Sniper’s dad huffed.

“Dear,” Sniper’s mum chided.

“Look, I don’t like you, and I don’t plan on liking you any time soon,” Sniper’s dad started, and Scout’s fists clenched at his sides. “But I can respect someone who defends his partner like that.”

“He doesn’t need defending,” Scout snapped. “He’s a grown goddamn man.”

“I just worry,” Sniper’s mum said, picking up on the pointedness of that comment.

“Worry about your own fuckin’ self, lady, how about that?” Scout scoffed.

“Look,” Sniper’s dad said, still mad like a kicked cat. “I’m serious about not coming back. I won’t be having my boy weighed down by a criminal. You want any place with this family, you’re gonna need to quit being a mercenary.”

“I mean, eventually,” Scout said, shrugging. “But I wanna have some savings before then. Shitty apartment in the bad side of town. Lots of catching up to do.”

“...Oh,” Sniper’s dad said, seeming surprised by that reply.

“Let’s go, Snipes,” Scout finally said, taking Sniper’s hand and turning them, walking them towards the camper.

“Don’t forget to call, dear!” Sniper’s mum hollered before they could get too far away.

Scout flipped her off over his shoulder without looking as Sniper called back a real reply.

They drove for about five minutes before Sniper pulled the van over onto the side of the road, leaned over the gearshift, and kissed him full on the mouth.

“You’re absolutely bloody brilliant,” Sniper said first thing once he pulled back, eyes absolutely alight. “That was aces, you—bugger me, that was incredible!”

“I swore at your mom,” Scout groaned, face in his hands.

“You swore at my mum!” Sniper agreed, elated.

“Why are you so excited about this?!” Scout demanded.

“Because I couldn’t do it, I—I’m not any good with words, especially when I’m angry, but you were a bloody legend!” Sniper kissed him again, for a bit longer the second time, and he was still smiling when he pulled back. “Christ I love you.”

“Fuckin’—love you too,” Scout said, still confused but starting to smile a bit too. “...But like, drive. C’mon.”

“Oh, right,” Sniper murmured, putting the van into drive and pulling back onto the road.

They absolutely went to the zoo.

[art-ocs-and-stories]

So I made a Whiteboard out of boredom recently, and I decided to redesign some of my demigod OCs along with Thana. And then I thought ‘might as well share my ideas and characters somehow’.

So here’s everything I’ve got for Demigods & Orbs.

Oh and for some context before I ramble on about these characters:

This is a story that mainly takes place either on Earth, or this almost nebulous void that houses these things called Orbs.

In Demigods & Orbs, the Orbs are countless books, video games, cartoons, just pretty much anything that constitutes as a story that holds a world or universe within it that are each individually simplified to these floating, white spheres that only demigods - or another creature if they’ve been granted permission from a demigod - can enter into and can exit out of whenever they so please.

It’s basically just an excuse for me to make a lotta crossovers. Now with that in mind-

Here we got Drewy, the oldest of the other demigods in our galaxy, the main brains of the demigods, and a real stick in the mud.

Drewy’s job is to make sure that the Orbs are protected and not messed around with. And because of that, he’s basically ‘all work no play’ no matter what. Even when he’s not working, he still has that strict mentality.

So he and Noname don’t exactly see eye-to-eye on each other’s opinions. Speaking of which,-

Noname is a demigod who’s first action he made once he came into existence was summoning and throwing a meteorite at the dinosaurs. He was then forced by Drewy into the position of overseer of the Earth as punishment because of this.

Naturally, this job bores and frustrates Noname to no end, so he’ll usually just slack off whenever he feels like it (which is almost all the time). He has gone into many different Orbs, but there are a few he keeps returning to just because they make him feel more grounded and relaxed, such as the Orb that contains the Imagisphere.

But besides that and the occasional visits to hang out with Thana, Noname has only really hung out with two demigods, one of which being-

This lady here named Boa-Rosa! She came to existence around the same second as Noname did, so they’re very familiar with one another.

Her job is to check up on the other demigods to make sure everything is going smoothly, and if it’s not she’s supposed to report it to Drewy as soon as possible.

Boa-Rosa is a pretty nice demigod and she’s the only person so far to be allowed to pet Noname. However she can be pretty indecisive on a lot of things, especially during moments of conflict.

Now here we have the youngest demigod, Damien. And lemme tell ya, he’s a HUUUUUGE jerk.

He doesn’t do anything except whatever he wants, which is mainly just annoying others and overall give off some bad vibes. Not evil vibes, just terrible vibes.

And because of his annoying presence, the other demigods don’t really interact with him, including-

This demigod named Vio. Vio came to existence around the time of the Bubonic Plague, so they’re...familiar with our tragedies.

Vio is a very reserved and unknown being, having no clear purpose or reason in being here. But they still try to make the most out of their existence by just trying to be there in case anyone needs help.

They don’t know much about Noname or Damien, and they choose to mainly stick with either Drewy or Boa-Rosa.

Now here we’ve got Pierre, a demigod who’s only slightly older than Noname and Boa-Rosa by like 20 minutes. His job is to spot out any potential threats that could harm either the Orbs, the demigods, or both.

Him and Noname actually had a relationship at some point, but it didn’t last long. They’ve become pretty good friends though.

And whenever he has the time, Pierre likes to visit Noname’s best friend, which is the last character on this list-

Thana Naomi Quills is a rambunctious “human” child who’s best friends with Noname. She’s an only child with only her dad and is homeschooled. Thana enjoys going on adventures with Noname and, in general, likes to interact with the other demigods.

Noname was also the first of the demigods to realize she has powers similar to basic demigod powers, but he never questions her about it because he doesn’t think it’s all that important or concerning (if her dad, a 100% human, could live through her powers, than it’s most likely nothing to fret over).

But overall, Thana’s a pretty energetic kid who’s favorite animal is sheep, who’s favorite power of hers is phasing through walls, and who thinks all clowns are bad guys for some reason.

But yeah, that’s all I’ve got so far. I hope y’all thought this was at least decent and I hope y’all have a good day/night!

So...yeah.

(Art, OCs, and Demigods & Orbs: me)

[mrs-nate-humphrey]

the lily-carol sibling murder plot is unironically more compelling than the actual carol-ivy-lola plot we got lmao. i wonder how lily would have gotten away with killing carol, was it just covered up? did she get off on a technicality? does ivy keep working with lola to seek vengeance, or does she decide to assume her identity full-time in want of a family, like she did in season 5? how does serena react to finding out her mom killed her own sister?? so many possibilities lmao

oooh, okay, so we're doing this, huh? well, i'll try my best. and if any of my followers/ anons with galaxy brains more galactic than mine wanna add or pitch in, PLEASE do!

so, van der woodsen women, you know. queens of concealment or whatever. we KNOW in canon that lily & cece specially are very "must protect the family name." i bet cece would find a way around it, assuming cece knows. it's very possible that cece knows and is like, whatever, because cece honestly loves her grandchildren 5000x more than she loves her daughters KLHFDKLGH.

alternately (& more likely) - lily kills carol, and then goes, fuck, what did i do!!! and she goes to rufus. nobody loves lily the way rufus does - and she knows this. he's engaged to alison, the last thing he needs is his ex (who he never quite got over) showing up at his place in complete disarray. but hey, is that blood under her fingernails? also her hair has never looked this awful in all the time he's known her. so:

"lil, what's going on? yeah, i can spare a minute. shit, okay, stay calm. if they don't find the body, they can't incriminate you. we'll find a way to fix this, okay? what's the murder weapon? i'll help you hide it. don't panic. come on. deep breaths. okay, let's go."

fast forward to now.

ivy dickens is shady, morally grey and lonely, and she immediately befriends lola rhodes, because lola doesn't take her shit. "oh, your family didn't love you? at least you had a family," lola tells her, smiling pleasantly while her eyes are stone cold. and ivy is like, holy shit, this woman.... anyway, they become best friends and then girlfriends. but ivy just can't get over it. "it's impossible that you don't have a family," she says. "now that you're 18, can't you find information about them?"

so they do that. at some point, organically, they bump into nate archibald, at the library. he hates reading, but because he's a himbo, has somehow become the ceo of a NEWS OUTLET of all things. this is their shot, so lola pretends to be ivy, finds a way to seduce nate against the bookshelves (not very difficult) while the real ivy just goes "okay, that's hot."

anyway, they use nate for information. once things fall into place, lola realises that she doesn't actually want to do confrontation, because it's just Too Much. her girlfriend goes, "hey, what if i pretend to be you?" and voila! charlie arc, babey.

lily freaks the fuck out when she sees "charlie" because she knows what's going to happen. lola meanwhile is busy building her case and... ends up genuinely becoming friends with nate. "if you're unhappy here, why don't you just leave?" she asks him at some point. he frowns, wondering what he's doing at a news outlet.

"what about the spectator?" nate asks.

"didn't you have writer and journalist friends?" lola asks.

nate immediately thinks of vanessa. calls her, and goes, "hey, how would you like to be the CEO of a news outlet? i ended up here and i hate it." and vanessa's like, "how do these things happen to you nate! but i don't wanna be a ceo, im a freelancer. i have friends and colleagues who might be up to task though, i'll give you a reference list and you can interview them or something." so he hands over the spectator to someone who actually knows what they’re doing.

meanwhile, ivy ("charlie") gets close to dan and serena. and then, at a coordinated time, she introduces them to lola. lola and ivy fess up to dan, serena and nate about their scheme and why they did it. dan and serena lose their shit over rufly, as expected ("my mom killed her sister??" / "my dad helped her get away with it??" ) - remember, both dan and serena are elder siblings, and fiercely protective of their little sibs at that. this is GENUINELY unforgiveable to them. they confront rufus and lily. van der humphrey drama unfolds.

im rolling with the "cece doesn't know what happened" arc here, because it makes more sense. she thought her daughter just ... ran away and abandoned her kid. she did not know that carol was actually dead. however, when ivy and lola show up, they both befriend her, and eventually tell her the truth. cece supports them, and BOTH ivy and lola get something they never expected - a sense of family. cece is like a grandmother to BOTH of them. when she dies almost Everything she owns goes entirely to ivy and lola. lily doesn't get a penny. serena and eric get a part of it, as expected, but not as much as ivy & lola. dan, also, surprisingly, gets things from her - things that used to belong to her late husband, vintage books, because even in death, cece is a derena shipper. anyway!

dan & serena don't know what to do about their parents being completely different people from who they thought they were, or how to break this news to their siblings. i imagine finding this information out would bring them closer together, and honestly, just following the general pattern of dan and serena behaviour, i feel like they'd begin dating again, or something along those lines.

ivy & lola spend the money they've gotten to travel, to go somewhere else. they're both actresses, after all. having trust funds means they can relax while they're at it.

nate..... i don't know what he's doing. but he's one step closer to happiness than he was before.

[tlblah]

So let’s track Reginald Hargreeves life bc I need some clarification

We start in the middle I guess.

- he is with his wife in her deathbed, she tells him to go (there are rocket ships leaving the planet)

- she then proceeds to die, and Reggie goes to the window and releases lights from a jar (I wanna know if this is what creates the children but I’m not sure

- We then find out she asked him to take her violin with him and give it to someone who will appreciate it

That’s all we know about him on his home planet.

- Next, he travels to earth. We don’t know if it’s both space and time travel, or maybe the speed of light caused time to travel backward when he traveled to earth? He seemed to land in the 1800s (??)

- He states his name as Reginald Hargreeves and stumbles across an Umbrella Factory I.e the future name (and location) for the Umbrella Academy

We fast forward in time, with an immortal (?) Reggie (though it could be that he ages as an alien but his human suit never does. He could also maybe not age or age super slowly when compared to humans) also what made him such an asshole like damn.

Ok now we’re in the 1960s

- he is that secret 12 illuminati type group. His main interest is the Dark Side of the Moon.

- so i don’t know if he knows human history or not bc if he knew about human history he would have known how to send a human into space but instead he had to call up Grace, who seemed to specialize in primates. Though he does have a serum that gave Pogo a more advanced brain/body?

- question: so he knew about the moon in 2019 but what did he know?? Did he know Vanya was going to be the bomb? Or did he just know that the moon was going to explode and destroy earth bc no aliens would have known Vanya was going to blow up the moon. Which makes more sense, now that I think about it. He knows earth events from an aliens perspective. So something from the timeline after the destruction of earth fucks up his planet. Also when is the commission?? I know they have all the time they want but are they really in a bubble in the space time or are they so far in the future that time has become something that they can control?

Moving on from that brain spiral

- obviously in the original timeline, everything goes as planned

- Grace dies between the 1960s and 1989 bc the children only know her as a robot

- Pogo keeps learning and growing as well

- Reggie is a millionaire and continues to be one the 12 (I’m not sure about this bc the timeline has fucked up we don’t know if he as meant to kill the other 11 or if that happened bc the kids fucked up this new universe. I hate parallel and alternate universes bc you can never fix it or go back bc it’s now it’s own separate strand of a universe)

Zoom past into 1989

- 43 kids are born to mothers who were not pregnant the morning of October 1st. Reggie goes on a shopping spree but it’s not succeeds in getting 7 of them.

- he raise them as trainees with the help of Robot Grace and Pogo

- he numbers them ranking from lowest in power Number 1 to Number 7 before having to mute Number 7 because he could not control her or her power like he could the rest of the children

- he ostracized Vanya, unwittingly causing her to become the bomb at the future date (oh fuck what if Vanya wasn’t the original reason why the moon crashed into earth?? Time travel is so confusing.)

- anyways he raise his children and fucks up perfectly good children.

- Number 5 thinks he knows his powers, and Reggie tells him no, unwittingly pushing Five to over use his powers and get stuck in the future after the apocalypse. Five is now lost in the time line

- Ben dies during a mission, breaking up the team and turns the children against Reggie even more when he blames them for Bens death. They are 17 here

- once they can they move away from their abusive dad leaving Reggie with only Number 1, who follows his dad to tee to shuck off the abuse he felt. Which is even more sad when Reggie sees that coping mechanism as a failure.

- Luther goes on a mission alone, gets injured and Reggie has to inject him with the same stuff he injected Pogo (is that the only thing he knows? Is it from his alien culture??)

- Once Reggie can tell Luther isn’t reacting well to the unwanted body modification, he sends Luther to the moon to both give him a purpose and to not have to deal with having to help Luther work through his pain (like fuck Reggie)

This is where stuff gets hazy. The children lead their own lives and Reggie is alone with Pogo and Robot Grace again for 4 years (the length of time Luther is on the moon)

- 10 days from the apocalypse Reggie kills himself to get the children to all come back home and help avoid the apocalypse (the kids are 30)

- He doesn’t know about Number 5 tho, who is able to jump back just in time, before the apocalypse begins

And that’s where The Umbrella Academy begins

So what are the questions we have about Reggie?

1. Did Reggie create the 43 kids somehow? Was it in the alien news and he just knew when they’d be born? What did he do that could have caused them. Basically what is the origin of the children.

2. What is reggies knowledge of human events. He honestly seemed surprised that they killed JFK so he didn’t know about The JFK assassination. And yet he knew about the apocalypse so maybe he just new human events that affected the galaxy? Or is it that he is from earth but after humanity has been destroyed and aliens took over? The possibilities

3. What happened to Grace? She obviously stayed with him in the past and died before the kids were born, but what happened? And did Reggie really care for her or just her brain? He didn’t seem to care all that much from Robot Grace since he didn’t even give her a room. Was Reggie even able to love anyone after his wife died or is it because he’s an alien that humans seem like puny mortals to him.

4. What made him leave his planet? Is he a scientist looking for something? Is he trying to also fix a timeline? What is the reason he came to earth and why did he feel the need to create the Umbrella Academy?

5. Why the fuck is Reggie such an asshole. Not a real question because he’s just the most asshole person of an alien, but what the fuck.

***** Edit/Note******

The commission never fucking stopped him. The commission must have known about Reggie but they didn’t do anything. Obviously they knew about the real apocalypse since they tried to keep 5 from changing the future and yet Reginald when back in time and live through a freaking century and the Commission didn’t do anything. Obviously he fucked up this timeline yet with just his presence but what the hell, Commission. I mean we hate you guys but what do you know that we don’t. Like is Reggie part of the commission? Are they using him to get what they want? What exactly does Reginald know why do fuck are storylines and timelines so hard when time travel is involved. Bc just this here has hundreds of possible timelines that you can just narrow it down and you only get more questions. Ie

Is there a timeline that the apocalypse happened and Reginald wasn’t involved

Then a timeline where reginal goes back and creates the umbrella academy

Another timeline with other children

A timeline where 5 never got lost

A timeline where 6 never died

Two different timelines where one happened and not the other and vice versa

A timeline that I’ll never believe of Reginald being a decent person

A timeline in The Day That Never Was, where Vanya found out on her own and Allison never got her neck slit.

A timeline where the siblings actually helped Vanya

The new timeline of the Hargreaves in the 1960s

A brand new timeline of the world after the Hargreeves interfered then left then came back in 2019, which is where we are now, with a new Sparrow Academy, a not dead Reginald and a not dead Ben. Also shit, Grace never stayed with Reginald so those children may not have had a decent mother figures they might even be more fucked up than the original 7 (or 6 bc Ben is sweetheart with sass)

[dammitadolfnomorecake]

Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt 124

124

Keith couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t breathe and he couldn’t stand. He didn’t understand this. He didn’t understand it all. First Shiro, Sam, Curtis and Matt... now Lance. The four of them. The four of them were missing. He’d left Lance behind. He’d left him behind and believed he’d be safe. Coran had rushed off with Rieva and the waiting medical team. Allura, Krolia, Pidge, Colleen, and Hunk, had all been waiting in the reception when they’d gotten back. He’d thought... he thought they were all worried because of Rieva... until Pidge threw herself into his arms sobbing. Allura as downtrodden as she softly explained Lance had gone missing. He’d said he was going to call Keith, but hadn’t come back. Keith hadn’t gotten any call. He’d been so busy trying to call Shiro that he’d... that he hadn’t tried to call until they were nearly back at VOLTRON. He’d run a red light trying to call his beloved boyfriend... fear gripping him tightly as he choked on his own panic.

He’d lost it. He’d lost it at Allura... then Hunk... then finally crumpled in Pidge’s hold. He didn’t understand. Lance wouldn’t simply go off on his own. None of them understood. None of them cared. He’d yelled it in anger and felt none the better for doing so. Allura was supposed to protect Lance. She was supposed to stay by his side. Lance hadn’t been confident, yet he’d taken control of the situation. He’d stepped up forced himself to step back. He shouldn’t have made Lance stay. This was his fault. Lance... Lance who’d barely been awake the last few days. Who loved cuddles over violence and knew he was panicked over Shiro. He’d stayed to stay safe.

“Keith, we have work to do. The four of them going missing at once is no coincidence. We need to get started as soon as possible on their trail. I know it’s hard, but we’re going to get them back. You can’t lose hope before the search begins. Allura, we’ll make use of the Blades main briefing room. We need access to VOLTRON’s security feed. Pidge... Lance says you’re some kind of technical whiz, until our agents arrive, I need your help. Keith, did you take photos of the scene?”

Keith stared up at his mother, galaxy eyes filled with tears as he nodded

“Good. Hunk can help you with those. Whatever happened, we’ll work this out. Colleen, I’ll need your help too. I’m unfamiliar with the college and car park layout”

His mum sounded painfully like Lance. Lance knew how to brain when it really mattered. Not like him. He always lost his head when it came to Shiro. Extending both her hands, she pulled he and Pidge off the floor at the same time. Pidge already pulling herself together

“I should be able to get a location on their phones, but I need access to a laptop”

“Lance’s laptop’s in his room”

“Allura and I will go. You guys get started working out what we know. I’m going to kick Matt’s arse if he’s okay”

Keith didn’t want to break it to Pidge that Matt wouldn’t have willingly left Rieva. She already knew it, but it was one of those things best left unsaid out loud.

*

Setting up in the briefing room, Allura wheeled in another white board so they could work off that. Krolia was on the phone now, James and the rest of the werewolves on route the scene that Kolivan was now at. Keith didn’t know what to do with himself once Hunk helped him get the photos off his phone and onto Lance’s laptop, which Allura had Pidge print. Colleen had written a timeline on the whiteboard, filling in when Lance had called Pidge, roughly what time Allura had returned with Hunk, and what time Lance had gone missing. She’d also filled in when she’d last heard from Matt and from her husband.

Keith hadn’t thought about how she must feel. Her son’s girlfriend was in surgery. Her son and her husband were missing. He knew the relationships were very different, yet he couldn’t stop thinking about how his boyfriend had disappeared from VOLTRON. Lance was so stupid as to wander off... but surely they must have searched for him. He wanted to search himself, in case Lance had collapsed somewhere close and needed their help but couldn’t call for help. He’d been doing a lot better, other than the exhaustion. They’d talked a little about the future. About making plans once the case with Sendak was over. It hardly seemed like a week since they were up at the cabin for his birthday.

“Alright. I’ve got the surveillance up from outside the bookstore...”

Pidge pulled it up, playing it over the projector for all of them see. Keith couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Lance alone. His phone in his hands, and his shoulders hunched as if he was trying to look smaller. Out of nowhere his boyfriend slumped to the ground, phone sliding across the pavement as a large car pulled up. In less the ten seconds Lance was in the car and it was gone. Two large figures dressed in layers to disguise their shape and size had picked Lance up like he was nothing, all but throwing him into the back of the car, then pulling away as if nothing happened.

“What the fuck?!”

Pidge’s exclamation overlapped Hunk’s worried “Oh man, oh man, oh man”. Keith shaken that they’d not only taken Lance, but Lance had gone out the front on his own

“I’m going to see if his phone’s still there...”

Allura shut her down. The last thing needed was something happening to Pidge

“I’ll go. You see if you can find the footage from the hallway. He left from Coran’s office”

“Why would he leave?”

Keith’s question wasn’t really directed at anyone. He couldn’t make sense of what he’d seen. Allura already on the move to check the front of the store. He and Coran came through the front door. He hadn’t even looked. He’d been too preoccupied opening the door so Coran could carry Rieva in

“Hunk, did Lance say anything? Was he acting strange?”

Hunk jumped slightly at Krolia’s question

“No. He was worried about Rieva... and Keith. He said he was going to call Keith because they should have reached Rieva by now”

If he’d just fucking called. If he’d called Lance...

“Keith. Don’t do that. Those thoughts won’t help”

It was Keith’s turn to jump at Krolia suddenly talking to him

“I should have called... I was so busy trying to find Shiro...”

“Stop. Now. Why would Lance head out the front when he knew there was danger?”

“I don’t know!”

“Getting angry isn’t going to help anyone”

“Excuse me?!...”

His mother was pushing all the wrong buttons

“... He’s sick and he’s fucking pregnant, if you haven’t forgotten!”

“I am well aware of Lance’s condition. What I need is to know why he’d walk into danger”

“He’s only do that if... if he thought we were in danger... or Keith... What about his mum?”

Pidge brought up a point none of them thought about. Miriam

“Does he have any other family in town?”

Krolia knew a little of Lance’s family dynamic, Keith supposed he knew actually knew the most

“His brother Luis. Luis’s wife Lisa... and I think maybe his brother Marco. I don’t know where Veronica and Rachel are. Lance isn’t contact with his siblings”

Pidge raised an eyebrow

“He has more than one brother? I think he mentioned it at some point... but there’s more of them?”

“He... doesn’t get along with his family, other his Mami... Luis... ah... it’s complicated. I don’t think they’d be involved in this”

“I’m going to have to grill him for not telling us”

Pidge was trying to lighten the mood, instead she flinched as Keith glared without thinking, words falling out cold as ice

“There’s a reason he doesn’t talk about them. They fucking kicked him to the curb. It’s not like you and Matt. They never got over their fear. That’s part of the reason he was so scared to tell everyone what he was”

Pidge visibly gulped, Krolia scolding him

“That’s not how we talk to friends. Are you sure his brothers aren’t involved?”

“Luis wouldn’t do that again. We should pick Miriam up. She’s Lance’s mother”

“I’ll go. I know her, and I’ll be able to protect her if anything happens”

That Krolia would volunteer was weird. He was still adjusting to his mother being an actual human and not a hunter... Before she’d come here it’d been pretty much inconceivable that she’d be this involved with his life. Now his mother was rushing out, knowing there was danger on their doorstep. He was scared that her leaving would result in her not returning... like everyone else...

“Keith, I’ll be okay. In the mean time, you guys keep working. They’ve pissed off the wrong people. We’re going to get them back and we’re going to crush those who took them”

Okay. There was his mother. Absolutely ruthless. Keith couldn’t help but voice his fear

“You... will come back, right?”

“I will. I’m not going to give up until their all back... and I’ve shot them all at least twice for being kidnapped”

“Please don’t shoot my boyfriend again”

“Fine, but only because he’s carrying my grandbabies...”

Colleen waited until Krolia had left before turning to them with her hands on her hips

“I think all of you better explain what’s going on with Lance. And just what you’ve all gotten yourselves into”

Pidge groaned at her mother

“Mum, not now. We have to find them first”

“Don’t you take that tone with me, Katie. Don’t think I won’t put you under house arrest”

“Yes, yes. But kind of busy looking for whoever took Matt and Dad right now”

“We should call the police”

The police would kick it back to them if they knew the people involved

“What are the police going to do against werewolves and vampires? I feel like that’s not part of their training”

“Don’t take that tone with me... Your father and brother are missing”

Pidge snapped back at her mother

“And I’m doing what I do best!”

Colleen scared him at the best of times... but she was still only human. She might know about things other people didn’t, but she didn’t know what Keith knew

“Mrs Holt... Recently there’s been a lot movement in the vampire community. A war of sorts... one of the vampires involved is named Sendak and he’s really bad news. VOLTRON has been harbouring the son of a very powerful vampire couple, which hasn’t gone over well. Sendak was sent to retrieve him, yet he refuses to leave. I don’t know what you know about vampires but Lance is a rare kind of vampire. He’s valuable to the vampire community. Lance told me that he thinks that this vampire’s family may have had something to do with the death of Rieva’s biological parents. Rieva isn’t fond of him at all, and he’s both lied and manipulated us on multiple occasions. That’s part of the reason Coran wanted us all here for Halloween, due to the unrest this vampire’s caused. We’ve been hunting Sendak for months now. That he’d move now wasn’t expected... but it was to... only that he’d... I didn’t think he’d target people working directly for VOLTRON seeing we had Lotor”

If this was a hostage exchange, Keith would personally tie a bow around Lotor’s neck before handing him over with a gift tag and a strict “no backsies” policy. Did Sendak know Lance’s worth? Was his boyfriend taken to ensure they’d take the deal? And where was Loturd? He wasn’t one to miss being able to inject himself into any situation where he might have his ego inflated...

Colleen’s voice wavered slightly as she asked

“S-so they took my husband and son... because of Lance?”

How the fuck was this Lance’s fault. Keith nearly blew a fuse, Colleen saved by Allura rushing in

“I’ve got his phone!”

Pidge shooting to her feet and holding her hand out

“Quick, hand it over”

With Lance’s phone in her hand, privacy didn’t matter as Pidge tapped away on the screen

“The last message is from Shiro. It says Matt wolfed out and they’ve stolen a car... This doesn’t sound like Shiro”

Keith snatched Lance’s phone out Pidge’s hand. Reading the message he shook his head

“This isn’t Shiro. What’s the red bar at the top mean?”

Pidge took it back

“It means Lance isn’t the idiot he claims to be! He’s got it on voice recorder, he did have, I mean. Okay, everyone be quite”

Pidge played the short recording. It was mostly background noise until the thud, then small snippets of conversation

“That him?”

“Careful they want him in one piece”

“The half demon confirmed the pregnancy”

“Why do we have to touch something like this”

The voices were faint. Lance’s phone picking them up despite the distance. There was the sound of moving, then the car leaving... ending with Allura letting out a kind of excited squeal at finding the phone. Keith nearly dropped Lance’s phone listening. It clicked. They’d caused the disturbance away from VOLTRON with the hopes of Lance being unguarded. The message had too little grammar to be from Shiro. His brother relied on autocorrect... In a panicked situation it was a normal response to think Shiro didn’t care for grammar, but these days it was easier to rely on the phone than typing short handed messages

“Allura, where’s Lotor?”

“In his quarters...”

“Find him and bring him up here. I don’t care what you have to tell him to get him to cooperate”

“Wait... you can’t think...”

“They knew about the pregnancy. We didn’t tell hardly anyone about it. Lance suspected Lotor knew before we did. He has some explaining to do”

Allura’s face feel before her expression became down right scary

“I’m going to rip his heart from his chest if he’s involved with this! Wait... where’s Krolia?”

“Collecting Miriam. We’ll have her wait in your office. She doesn’t need to know Lance was purposely taken”

Keith surprised himself with his own words. Krolia would decide what to tell Miriam, but Keith hoped it wasn’t the full truth, not that his mother knew Lance had been intentionally take, Allura soft yet objecting

“She’s his mother...”

“That’s why. Lance has nearly lost her twice, he really did think he would when she had pneumonia. Mami might be strong, but knowing everything will only upset her. When Coran returns, he’ll know what to say. For now we have to work the evidence because that’s all we have to go on until Rieva wakes up and tell us what happened. We need to add his abduction to the time line, and do you have any idea what would make him collapse like that?”

Allura shook her head

“No. I don’t. It concerns me...”

Pidge asked, always so damn curious, though it was another point of investigation

“Can you tranquillise a vampire?”

“You can, but you need a very very high dosage, or something to weaken them immensely, alternatively you mix it with blood, which a vampire would know”

“Lotor might know...”

Fuck... asking Lotor for information... he didn’t know if he could keep his temper and whatever this weird composure that’d set in. Allura nodding quickly

“I’ll go get him. Stay together until I return”

*

Lotor looked thoroughly unamused. Unamused and unimpressed. Keith wasn’t sure he even cared about their missing friends as he sat back in his chair and rewatched Lance being taken away. Hunk definitely felt uncomfortable, alternating between sitting and staring at the evidence board. Pidge had seemed shocked, though Keith could see she was working hard to contain all the questions inside of her. She only knew “Lance’s Standard” when it came to being a vampire, not “Lotor’s Standard” with his flashy suit and stupid ego.

“So what exactly is it that you’re asking me to do?”

Keith could murder him. He really could. Up and over the briefing table and behead the bastard. Gritting his teeth together, he left talking to Lotor up to Allura

“We were looking for an explanation as to why Lance would collapse like that, and your opinion as to whether it was related to the dramas occurring in the vampire clans”

With his arms crossed, Lotor moved his hand as he shrugged

“I really couldn’t say. News on his status has obviously been leaked. Perhaps he caught someone’s eye when out”

Or perhaps Lotor was a lying snake protecting Sendak seeing Sendak was Zarkon’s lapdog

“Surely you have some opinion. You heard the recording Lance made. Do you think it’s possible Sendak and Honerva know about Lance’s status?”

Lotor scoffed

“Come now, Allura. You and I both know that Lance is valuable. Not only is he pregnant, he is a young vampire turned at a young age. He can do many things most of us cannot, and he can bare full blooded vampire children if he truly desired, or at least sire a superior bloodline. That on top of his skills to transform shape. He’d make an excellent source of data when comparing what makes him genetically different to other vampires”

“Get out!”

Every held their breaths as Allura yelled at Lotor

“Allura...”

“Lance is not a valuable specimen! He’s our friend! You have no right to reduce him to bare facts!”

“You asked if I knew why he’d been abducted...”

“I was asking you to help us! This is ridiculous! A hundred years hasn’t changed you, neither will a hundred more. I’m revoking your right to stay here a moment longer!”

“Come now Allura. I was merely stating facts”

“Your facts don’t help when you refuse to treat him with respect! I know he broke through your ego! I swear if you are involved in this, I will make your life unbearable”

“Allura, there’s no use for theatrics. All of you aren’t thinking about this objectively. Objectively Lance is valuable. His pregnancy is valuable. If you’d done your jobs as his protectors then this could have been avoided. I don’t believe they will harm for fear of accidentally terminating the pregnan-...”

Striding over to Lotor, for the first time in his life Keith felt a minute amount of sympathy at the loud sound of Allura slapping Lotor across the face

“That’s Keith’s mate you are talking about! His children! Lance isn’t an experiment! He’s far more of a man that you”

“I have been nothing but on your side. Taking your fear out on me is a human emotion, far below you”

“I’d rather be afraid then be soulless! Think very carefully before you say your next words...”

Lotor pulled himself up. Straightening his suit jacket as he did

“I’m in no way involved in what has happened. Nor will I tolerate the moods of a spoilt child. I can only hope your actions will not bring a second more permanent death upon Lance’s head. You have clearly been betrayed. Perhaps you should look closer at those you surround yourself with. I, for one, would not tolerate mice in my castle, let alone rats”

Lotor swept from the room, slamming the door behind him so hard that it buckled inwards. Whelp. That was overly dramatic. Kicking Lotor’s chair over, Allura then scrubbed at her face, before shaking her head and pulling herself back together

“I’m sorry. I know I acted unseemly, but I cannot tolerate the way he looks down on Lance”

Keith could have kissed Allura. She’d been totally bad arse, sticking up for Lance like that couldn’t have been easy for her, but fuck if he didn’t appreciate it.

Letting out a long sigh, Pidge was staring at Allura, Allura noticing

“I’m sorry if I upset you, Pidge”

“No... not at all. I actually kind of want to hug you right now”

Allura was first taken back, then smiled softly

“Lance is important to me. He really is hopelessly human, but he’s always been so very proud of you. He always talked about how smart and talented you and Hunk are. I know you didn’t ask to be involved, and I am truly sorry you had to see that, but I have more faith in you, and all us, than I do in Lotor when it comes to locating Lance. I hope you’ll let me continue to remain here”

Pidge sucked in a shaky breath

“Lance really does talk about us a lot, doesn’t he?”

“He does. He’s met many humans, but none of them have ever been as close as you three, four including Keith. He’d do anything for any of you”

“He’s an idiot...”

“He is, but he’s a good idiot. Keith, I’m sorry Lotor...”

Keith cut Allura off

“It’s not your fault. Honestly, when you slapped him... It was far better than what I wanted to do”

“Oh no! Did I prevent a famous “dick punch”?”

Allura had spent too much time around him and Lance... Lance would have snorted with laughter

“I didn’t particularly feel being that gentle about it”

Lotor rubbed him the wrong, but if he was right, then they wouldn’t simply kill Lance off once and for all. Though being captured wasn’t necessarily better, it did mean his boyfriend would remain alive... and that was all he could ask for. Allura smiled sincerely at him

“I will not rest until we’ve located him, and the others. I promise you all this”

[wonderlandleighleigh]

A follow-up to This

He doesn’t get back until dawn, wandering into the senate building instead of going back to the little house he and his parents have been sharing. His head is buried in his datapad, which he’s uploaded with as much information from the Temple as it could hold. 

“You do know your mother is ready to slice your head off with your own lightsaber, right?” Connix asks as she spots him.

Anakin looks up and grins at her. “Eh. She’s a soft touch when it comes to us kids.” 

“Which makes you very lucky.” 

Anakin grins wider and flits off, just in time for his mother to grab him by the collar of his shirt and drag him into a corner. 

“Where have you been?” she asks, looking bewildered. “I told you not to wander off.” 

“I know,” Anakin nods. “I know, I know, but also when old Jedi ghosts tell you to haul ass out of bed and down to the abandoned Jedi temple, you go.” 

Leia sighs slowly, watching him carefully. “Explain.” 

“So there’s this old Jedi named Mace Windu-” 

“I’ve ready about Master Windu.” 

“Right! He told me to go to the Temple. And we talked and he wants me to piece together Jedi, Sith and galactic history so that the same dumb stuff doesn’t keep happening,” Anakin explains. 

“We’re trying to rebuild after the war, Anakin, we don’t have time-” 

“Mom, what if the key to keeping this from happening again is somewhere out there and we don’t know it?” Anakin asks pleadingly. “Master Windu - one of the greatest Jedi in all of history - thinks this is important enough to drag me out of bed and tell me himself from beyond the grave. I know that things are still dangerous, even though the war is over. But this kinda feels like destiny.” 

Leia watches him for a long, quiet moment.

“I’ve already learned so much,” Anakin says quickly, crowding in next to her to show Leia his datapad. “Did you know that your grandmother’s name was Shmi? And she was a slave?” 

Leia blinks and takes the datapad, reading quickly. “Nik, this is not the right time-” 

“There isn’t a right time,” Anakin points out. “There’s only now.” 

Leia sighs softly and turns to her son, taking his hand. “I need you here. With Jacen on Hapes and Jaina with X-Wing Squadron rooting out leftover factions-” 

“I know, I know, you want me to stay,” Anakin says quickly. “But this is important, Mom. I think this is my purpose. And besides, this might clear up all of those crazy ‘Lady Vader’ rumors people threw around about you when they first found out about Anakin Skywalker being Vader and your dad.” 

“Let’s just...discuss it with your father when I get home,” Leia tells him. 

He sighs softly, but nods, drumming his fingers on his datapad gently as he watches her walk away.

***** 

“You wanna do what?” Han Solo asks that evening.

“Explore the galaxy for Jedi and Sith artifacts,” Anakin repeats. 

“And you were given this mission by a ghost,” Han says, confirming. 

“Yes I was.” 

“You weren’t supposed to go to the Jedi Temple,” Luke scolds gently. “It’s off-limits.” 

“Tell that to the ghost of Mace Windu,” Anakin grumbles. “Look, I know, nobody wanted me to go there. I get it. But i went there, and now I have a mission.” 

Han shakes his head. “Look, kid...I know you’ve been goin’ kinda stir-crazy since the war ended. It’s rough tryin’a go back to some kinda normal life. But this might be an overreaction.” 

“It’s not,” Anakin insists. “It’s not an overreaction. I think it’s important.” 

Han sits back, thinking this over as he gazes at his son. The end of the war brought its own special brand of heartache. It’s understandable that Nik would want  to get away from all of this. 

“Alright,” Han says slowly. “If your mother’s okay with it, I’m okay with it.” 

Anakin jumps to his feet from the dinner table, arms outstretched. “WINNER!” 

***** 

“I just don’t see why he has to go,” Leia says as she brushes out her hair that night. “We need him here.”

“No we don’t,” Han says. “Come on, Leia. You and I are fine. We’ve got Luke. Rey is makin’ a recovery, and Nik’s not a kid anymore. He needs to find his own way in life. And it’s not like he’s runnin’ off to join a smuggling ring or something equally stupid.” 

She lifts a playful eyebrow at him. “Was that a hint of disappointment I heard in your voice, General?” 

“Hell, I’m relieved,” Han tells her. “Nik is way too smart. If he put his mind to it, he’d be more powerful than the Pikes or Black Sun.” 

Leia shudders a little at the thought. “No thank you.” 

“We raised a helluva brood,” Han mutters, sitting down on their bed. “I just wish…” 

“I know,” she says softly, turning to look at him. “And...you’re right. This is important. And Anakin isn’t a child anymore. If this is what he feels he’s meant to do, then he should go. I just worry about him going alone.” 

Han nods thoughtfully. “Well, maybe he won’t have to.” 

***** 

“Look, I know it’s a lot to ask. But Nik’s…” 

“A moron?” Rose Tico asks, lifting a teasing eyebrow. 

“No,” Han defends as he follows Rose around the shipyard as she helps take stock of fighters and equipment. “He’s not a moron, he’s just...kind of a bantha brain sometimes. He’s got this Jedi mission he got from a ghost, and now he’s dead set on running around the galaxy, finding Jedi and Sith stuff.” 

“Why not ask Rey?” Rose asks. 

“She’s still healing up,” Han says. “Besides. Those two, traveling around together? They’d still need somebody to watch out for ‘em. Neither of them are particularly good at staying out of trouble.” 

Rose laughs. “And I am?” 

“Better than they are,” Han points out. “Luke wants Rey here to help him with the new Jedi Academy stuff anyway. I just want someone along to keep his feet on the ground, and his head out of his ass.” 

“No offence, but your kids seem to have that problem pretty much across the board,” Rose tells him. 

“Believe me, I’m aware,” Han grumbles. “So? At the very least it’s a chance to travel the Galaxy without fear of being captured by the First Order.” 

“That just leaves the smugglers, pirates, leftover First Order die-hards and whatever bad Jedi are still out there.” 

Han smirks at her. “You’re in.” 

Rose blows out a breath, but nods. “Yeah. I’m in. It’ll be fun.”

[shima-draws]

Shima please tell me about your galaxy brain human Lucario AU I wanna know how it all pans out

NDASKMADMLASMKSA OMG ANON I am more than happy to share :'D This got really REALLY long, I hope you enjoy a good read lmao

So we have. Lucario. As a human. Possibly named after an actual Pokemon Lucario, idk. He's still Aaron's apprentice—trains under him at the castle to become an aura user. However, human Lucario is like. 15, making his connection to Aaron that much more powerful bc he's pretty much baby and Aaron's in his mid twenties practically raising this kid by himself. Lucario views Aaron as kind of a father/guardian figure? He's still so uptight at this point tho;; and he views Lady Rin as a mother (which. Is. SOFT). Rin and Aaron might be in love, it's hard for Lucario to tell, he doesn't Romance. He just focuses on his aura training. Pssh.

Fast forward to the time of the Big Pokemon War. Aaron realizes the only way to stop the fighting is to go find Mew at the Tree of Beginning. However he knows that this is a huge sacrifice—and knowing how loyal Lucario is to him, Aaron knows he'll follow him and be subjected to the same fate. And Aaron's like—Lucario is just a kid, you know? He still has so much more to experience and live for. So while it fucking breaks his heart to shatter Lucario's trust in him (for the time being) and totally ruin his father figure status, Aaron "betrays" Lucario and traps him inside the staff. It's some crazy magic aura crystal thing that seals something inside of it, whether it be a Pokemon, human, spirit, or whatever else. At this point it's also for Lucario's safety—bc nothing can really touch him while he's in there, and they're in the middle of a war, so yeah it's just really good timing and planning to protect his kid. However Aaron, being the adorable himbo dumbass he is, kinda forgets that this is an aura crystal, and therefore needs aura to "unseal" it essentially, which would set Lucario free. Unfortunately after Aaron goes to the Tree and gives up his life to stop the war (cue Titanic music) there's not really any other aura user around. They're pretty rare, even way back then;; so Lucario falls into a deep slumber, being sealed, and is kept there for about 1000 years.

And then!! Ash fucking Ketchum enters the picture!!

Lucario is suddenly woken because he senses Aaron's aura nearby. Absolutely pissed at Dad for leaving him behind, Lucario escapes from the staff and goes to attack, but stops when he realizes Dad is actually not Dad, it is adorable 14 year-old boy who has a similar aura to Aaron. Cue a very disgruntled teenager running through the palace, totally out of place and confused. Eventually he's stopped by Lady Ilene, who explains what's going on. Naturally Lucario's heartbroken—not only is his master/dad/guardian dead, but so is his mother figure, and everybody else he'd once known in the castle. Bc Ilene looks so similar to Rin, Lucario takes comfort from her. Ilene does her best to console him and asks if he'll do her a favor. He leaps at the chance to make her happy—apparently he's a sucker for getting good Parent Figures to like him—and agrees to go help Ash and co. find Pikachu at the Tree of Beginning.

Instead of Lucario doing the Naruto run ahead of the group (which like. How the fuck is he so fast...) he actually sits in the car in the passenger's seat with Kidd doing the driving for him, bc hell if a human can run for that long and not be totally wiped out afterward (also he just woke up from a 1000 year nap. Yeahhh. Not gonna happen.) Also baby has no idea what the fuck a car even is so he's a bit nervous around it, and Kidd's like "Um yeah no I'm not letting you drive. Just tell me where to go" so Lucario uses his aura to lead her. Things progress p much the same way, with Lucario getting strangely attached to Ash despite not wanting to, at all, but it's hard because Ash is just Perfect and a Good Boy and pretty much gives Lucario the sort of attention he craves. Eventually tho that all comes to a head when Ash brings up his friendship with Pikachu. Lucario's still bitter about Aaron and honestly can't bring himself to trust any of them—and is pissed at himself for having taken a liking to Ash despite that—so that leads into their giant fight in the first step of their enemies to lovers trope. Ha. Even so, he still gets consoled by Max (and is given CHOCOLATE!! Which is the most fucking heavenly thing he's ever tasted), and witnesses Ash unable to sleep bc of his honest worry for Pikachu. Lucario does some Deep Thinking to himself about his relations to the group.

The next day, the group activates the Time Flower that recorded Aaron's entire abandonment of Lucario. Believe it or not being a young kid in training for a war tends to give you a bit of trauma, so Lucario freaks out a little and starts attacking the hollow projections of the enemy Pokemon. Ash manages to calm him down. Lucario collapses and asks why Aaron had abandoned him. What did he do wrong? Why would Aaron turn against the kingdom? Why did Aaron trap him in the staff? He doesn't know shit and it's frustrating. Ash comes up to him and apologizes, and as soon as the waterworks turn on Lucario's like oh nooo. Oh NOOOO. Here's this boy laying his heart out on his sleeve and is so honest and open and sincere that he can't help but feel awful for how he treated him. Lucario immediately forgives Ash and is like "I will now protect you with my life" bc Ash is baby and Lucario realizes for the first time!! He's made an actual friend with somebody that isn't his dad or the queen! And if he's friends with Ash that means he can be friends with Brock and May and Max and Kidd too. The prospect is EXCITING. He can trust these people now, he knows, because they saw what happened and they believed him about Aaron. They're choosing to side with him over the "kingdom's hero" and that honestly means a lot—it's a huge commitment and Lucario's just. Super grateful that he has a group of people backing him up. Lucario promises himself that he'll reunite Ash and Pikachu, bc if he were given the chance he'd reunite with the people he once held dear too. Ash and Pikachu really care about each other and Lucario admires and respects that a lot and he wants to make Ash happy so!! He's like. It is my personal mission to see that we find Pikachu successfully. And Ash is just like :'D !!! And it's that moment when Lucario realizes that he might like Ash a biiit more than he originally thought he did. Huh.

Literally not even 30 seconds after that revelation Regirock attacks and Lucario almost has a fucking aneurysm because he JUST made friends with these people!! And now they're going to get killed if he's not careful! Story of his life. He immediately shifts into Protect Ash Mode™ and hurries everyone to safety. Things are crazy. Lucario has too much of a burden on his shoulders. He's stressed. But Ash is with him and that makes things a little bit better so he focuses on getting them to where they need to go and protecting them along the way. Big job for such a young kid. Whew!!

Traveling through the Tree of Beginning, weird antibodies keep voring people, and it's not fun. At one point Lucario takes the bullet for Kidd, but is mysteriously released (probably bc of his aura and his connection to Aaron, who gave up his life, which gave energy to the tree and to Mew. So there's a connection there. The tree kinda sees Lucario as one of its own.) Finally, finally! Ash and Pikachu are reunited! Lucario can immediately sense how close they are and how much of a bond they have. Seeing someone with so much history with Ash makes Lucario a bit shy around Pikachu, but it’s cool, they warm up to each other eventually!

Right after this, Ash and the others find out that May, Brock and Max were devoured by the antibodies. Lucario barely has any time to grieve for them before the Regis burst in and essentially trap him as Ash and Kidd are attacked by the cells next. Lucario watches in absolute horror as Ash is swallowed up. It’s like Aaron all over again—and this time it’s worse because Ash hadn’t done anything wrong, and Lucario had really come to trust him and admire him as a person. It’s absolutely fucking heartbreaking. He watches in hollow-eyed despair as Pikachu and Ash’s other Pokemon cry over him. Everything sucks. The world is a nightmare. Lucario almost wishes he’d gotten swallowed too. Why is it always him that’s the last one standing, the only one left, the remainder to deal with the carnage and the loss by himself? Then Mew performs its voodoo magic and lo and behold!! Ash and the others are miraculously revived! Lucario is absolutely overjoyed and relieved. It’s then that he realizes he’d be absolutely devastated if he lost Ash for good—even more so than Aaron. At this point he’s kinda come to terms about Aaron’s death, though it still hurts because there’s so many questions left unanswered.

Of course right after this Mew collapses and everything goes to shit again. Great. (Can he get like five seconds to maybe just breathe?? Idk.) At the center of the Tree of Beginning, Lucario finds Aaron’s gloves and things start to click into place. Maybe...the stories were true? Lucario activates the Time Flower there and realizes what Aaron had done, his noble sacrifice, and why he couldn’t bear to get Lucario involved. Lucario breaks down in tears bc he’s so relieved and yet so unbearably sad. Aaron was like his father. Someone who cared for him so immensely and deeply. Aaron urged Lucario to continue on and live his life to the fullest—that’s what he wanted for him, after all. But at this point Lucario isn’t sure if he can. Mew needs saving, after all.

Lucario decides he’ll follow in Aaron’s footsteps and save Mew, no matter how sad it makes him to have to leave his new friends so early. Ash immediately protests, along with Kidd, and Lucario tells them that it’s a risk he has to take, just like Aaron. Mew and the Tree need his power more than ever now, and he can’t just abandon them. He starts to pour all of his aura into Mew, but it’s not enough. Ash puts on Aaron’s gloves and jumps in, deciding to help out. Lucario is grateful but also very panicked because Ash literally just came back to life—he couldn’t bear losing him a second time, especially since he already lost Aaron. Lucario tries to bump him out of the way but Ash absolutely won’t let him!! If they’re going down they’re going down together. Ash tells him that he can’t watch Lucario take on the burden by himself over and over—that he wants to split the weight and make things even. Cue a very emotional tense moment between two boys about to sacrifice their lives together. Neither of them want the other to die, but they don’t really have a choice. Mew absorbs their power and then…

Lucario wakes up.

And he’s alive. Holy fuck!! (There’s no fucking way I’d kill him nope not happening not this time bitches)

Apparently splitting the burden of giving one’s life energy to another with a second person eases the consequences—leaving both Ash and Lucario alive (which makes him realize that if he’d gone with Aaron all those years ago and split the burden, both of them would have lived. But strangely Lucario wouldn’t trade that opportunity for what he has now.) Ash literally jumps on him and hugs him so tight he nearly dies a second time, but it’s fine. It’s a good way to go.

The tree is safe, and so is Mew. Ash rejoins the others, bringing Lucario with him. They all have a merry little reunion, and then head back to the castle together.

At this point, Ilene thanks Lucario for all he’d done—for Ash and co. and for the tree and Mew. She then sets Lucario free—saying he can do whatever he wishes, he can follow any path in life he wants to now! Suddenly there’s a whole world full of possibilities, and that world is there for him to explore. He can practically hear Aaron encouraging him to take a step into the unknown, journey to his heart’s content, make tons of friends, and master his aura. Except Lucario isn’t really sure he wants to take the trip by himself. He bashfully asks Ash if they’d be alright with him joining them. Ash is absolutely fucking ecstatic, of course. He asks Lucario to teach him how to properly use his aura, and Lucario has a big self revelation moment like “The student has become the master” and it’s magical. So we hit off a brand new adventure with Lucario traveling with Ash, Brock, May, and Max, and teaching Ash how to hone his aura! Which gives us more aura Ash moments, which everybody craves! And it’s kinda gay and lovely!!

And that is my rewrite happy ending for Lucario and the Mystery of Mew thank you goodnight ✌️