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I'm glad to see you're back! I was hoping you could answer something about yesterday's episode. Because yes, I did think the whole thing was sad but people keep talking about redemption and I don't really see it? It felt pretpr out of nowhere tbh
I have other asks to reply to but I kinda wanted to deal with this first while itâs still fresh in my head (and I admit, it doesnât work that well atm, thanks a lot, vrains). And Iâm sure there are people who can put this together better than I can, but here it goes:Â
This is still not a complete redemption for Ryoukenâs character, he has some more steps to take. But what we got in this episode was the biggest, and most important, choice Kougami Ryouken has ever had to do since he was a child.Â
We all know he chose to do the right thing by saving Yuusaku and the other victims from the Lost Incident, a choice not easy to make as an 8-year old that probably knew next to nothing about what it would mean beyond saving the kids.Â
After that, Ryouken never again did a choice that wasnât beneficial for his father and his goals. He followed without question and without hesitation as being the ruthless leader of a terrorist organisation. Saying Kougami isnât the one to blame for Revolverâs actions is highly incorrect, but itâs equally incorrect to say Ryouken didnât have a choice as well.Â
(Although, donât forget that Ryouken has constantly been plagued by guilt for all his actions, something to always brush aside for the greater good)
Then Kougami dies, Revolver loses against Playmaker and stops the Tower of Hanoi, failing to fulfil his fatherâs wishes and leave for three months.Â
And what those three months did to him was a huge change in his methods.Â
Because suddenly, his honour is even more significant. He never used the fact that he knew Playmakerâs identity in season 1, but heâs not allowing any of the other to do it either as soon as they know.Â
Suddenly, putting innocent lives on the line isnât the right way anymore. The Knights care little to nothing about SOL at the moment when they caused plenty of havoc in the past. Reactivating the Tower as it was wouldâve solved all the problems with the Ignis and again cause eventual millions of casualties, but instead got turned into a big scanner, searching for Lightning and Windy.Â
Then we get to the final battle, and as the duels continue, and as everyone keeps being hurt/killed, Revolverâs dormant but still existing sympathy keeps growing. Spectreâs death shakes him, he shows no approval of how Windy treats Soulburner and Flame, and he definitely doesnât approve of how Lightning handles Playmaker and the unfair duel against Kusanagi.Â
(itâs really hard to just show with screenshots, but Revolverâs voice is very soft and filled with concern through the whole duel with Kusanagi)
And as Soulburner gets defeated, he gets just as shocked as Playmaker.Â
Then we have his own duel against Lightning, and suddenly, heâs not as hostile against Ai, speaking with him in a much softer and calmer voice compared to what he did in season 1 and when he returned in his season, while still showing the unchanged hostility towards Lightning.
So, doing this long journey, itâs clear that something changed in Revolver. Heâs suddenly not as ruthless as he was, or rather, heâs much more selective with it instead of showing it towards everything and everyone.Â
Lightning using Jin as a hostage was, however, the true crossroad.Â
The choice was simple; finish Lightning and kill him, Jin and Spectre for the sake of humanity, or stop the attack and try to come up with another way of defeating Lightning that didnât involve sacrifices.Â
Will he continue down the path as Revolver, the ruthless cyber-terrorist who doesnât care about the cost as long as the greater good is achieved? Or will he do the choice he did as a child a second time and save innocent lives with uncertain consequences for everything else?Â
Making the first choice is easy, and he almost does it, just not as confident as heâs been in the past.Â
But he doesnât. Yes, Playmaker is the one who talks him out of it, but the choice is still his. And he chose to once again be the child he once was.Â
He took the biggest step towards a better future that lights up his path.Â
The result? Him dying. And he smiles, as he remembers the carefree days as a kid who was nothing but excited about the world and the future.Â
And nothing makes it even more clear like his final words, because the journey heâs done from season 1 is astounding when you put it in perspective and when you remember how he has continued to become less hostile and impersonal, and instead much softer towards Ai:Â
Revolver isnât done with his redemption arc. But heâs there. He made the right choice and has taken the first steps on the road towards a better future.Â
Iâve rambled enough now, and my eyes hurt from tears, so Iâm going to stop now.Â
Thanks for asking, anon, I hope I made it somewhat clearer for youÂ
#anonymous#vrains#vrains spoilers#revolver#kougami ryouken#I'm sorry for the long post#Imma cry again now#and hopefully watch more lighthearted episodes with Mi#shut up ts
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where your eyes linger 1-2
excuse....me..... who said this level of cuteness was permissible.......
i stumbled upon âwhere your eyes lingerâ and decided to watch it since itâs short and currently airing (meaning i canât blow through it! and will have to wait!). i was really intrigued by the premise of a gay korean show that was cute and lighthearted and the first two episodes set up what will hopefully be the beginning of an adorable love story.Â
kang gook and tae joo already share an intimacy and long history of friendship and bodyguard-master relationship. theyâre very comfortable with each other and im interested to see if weâll delve more into their background. the two have undeniable chemistry and i love that the show is not shying away from giving the two classic cute kdrama moments.Â
im surprised the showâs upfront with the power dynamic that exists between the two and i hope that it will be addressed in a substantive way. while kang gook doesnât seem to resent tae joo for the position heâs in (hate the way dad threatened tae joo with kang gook), kang gook is very aware of their difference in status and seems resigned to the fact that tae joo is âaboveâ him. tae joo, being the one with the power, can act as flirty and childlike as he wants. iâm sure tae joo acts this way so that he can be closer to kang gook, but i wonder how conscious he is of how much power he has over kang gook. kang gook, on the other hand, can only PINE so i feel like most of the momentum from the show will come from tae joo (i love me a good pine).Â
itâs nice to see thereâs a space where kang gook can disregard status (when they fight) and how he seems to hold firm in not wanting to give up that place. iâm excited to continue watching to see how the dynamics of their relationship shift and how hye mi shakes things up. fingers crossed the lightheartedness of the show persists till the end!!!!!Â
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Whumptober Day 7 - Guilt
Is it just me or are these getting longer and longer lol. Okay so life with my kids is crazy lately with daddy gone for a bit. So only one again today. Maybe I can play catch up this weekend when I have grandparents around to help with the minions. As usual, unbetaâd so be forgiving :)Â
You can find this on ff.net and Ao3 for your reading convenience as well.
Read the rest of my Whumptober 2017 prompt fills here.
This one is a Modern AU - my first attempt at such for this fandom so...weâll see what you think.
âDo you have a shot?â
Aramis lifted his head from where he was looking through the scope of his rifle, narrowing his eyes at the scene before him. He hoped that perhaps he had misread the situation, but it appeared the same as it had through the scope. He lowered his head again, focusing on the magnified image.
âDiablo, do you have a shot?â Athos demanded over their comms.
âNegative. Itâs not clean,â he replied without taking his eyes off the scene playing out down on the docks.
He watched their target press his gun more firmly against the underside of Porthosâ chin. Usually Porthos bulk was an asset, but right now it only served to completely shield the man Aramis wanted very badly to shoot.
âRetriever, what about you?â
Aramis waited hopefully as dâArtagnanâs voice crackled across the comms a moment later.
âNegative. I donât have the angle. And weâve got to talk about that code name. If he gets to be something badass like Diablo, I donât want to be named for a dog.â
âWould you prefer Chihuahua?â Aramis asked with a grin, unable to help himself despite the circumstances.
âNo,â dâArtagnan denied fiercely.
âHow about Labrador?â
âShut up, Diablo.â
âLabradoodle?â
âThatâs enough. Diablo, take the shot.â Athos' command broke through the moment of lighthearted teasing.
Aramis frowned, never taking his eyes off Porthos or the man holding him captive.
âI told you, itâs not clean. Outlaw is-â
âOutlaw is concussed. Heâs not getting himself out of this, so you need to. Take the shot.â
âGive him a moment to regain his senses and heâll give me an opening.â
âThe target is two steps from that boat. If he gets Outlaw on it, heâs dead.â
âBut-â
âYou see the situation, Diablo. Youâre behind the gun. Make the call.â
Aramis swallowed and licked his lips, watching a dazed Porthos be pulled back towards the boat.
âCome on, PorthosâŚâ he whispered softly, adjusting his aim.
The target pulled Porthos a step closer to the boat and the driver revved the engine.
Aramis was out of time.
âPerdĂłname hermano.â (Forgive me brother.)
He squeezed the trigger. He watched blood explode from Porthosâ shoulder and then both he and the man holding him crumpled to the ground. He watched, still covering Porthos, until Athos ran out onto the docks and the boat sped away.
Only then did Aramis lifted his head, swallowing down a wave of nausea. He rolled away from his rifle and laid on his back. He stared up at the night sky, listening to Athos rattle off more orders.
It took several moments before he realized Athos was trying to raise him on the radio.
âIs he alive?â he asked around the lump in his throat.
âIt was a clean hit. Heâll be fine,â Athos assured.
âThe target?â
âDead. You did we-â
âDonât say it,â he snapped, cutting off the praise. Then after taking a slow breath, he went on. âIâll find my own way back.â He plucked his earpiece out and in a fit of anger sat up and threw it across the rooftop.
Athos watched the paramedics load Porthos into the ambulance and then climbed in after him.
âWhere is he?â Porthos asked for the sixth time, his concussion as serious as Athos had feared.
âHeâll meet us at the hospital,â Athos assured once again.
He hoped it wasnât a lie. Aramisâ comm had gone dead and his phone was going straight to voicemail. Aramis did this sometimes â went dark on them. Usually after a hard mission. It was only the knowledge that Aramis would never put anything, not even his own feelings, above Porthos that assured Athos that their sniper would not go to that extreme now.
âIâll follow with the SUV,â dâArtagnan stated from outside the ambulance. Only after Athos nodded did he slam the door shut, pounding a hand against it to let the driver know they were ready to move.
Athos watched Porthosâ gaze wander listlessly around the interior of the ambulance before finally settling back on him.
âWhere's âMis?â he asked in bewildered confusion.
I donât know.
âHeâll meet us there, Porthos.â
Porthos woke feeling remarkably more clear-headed than he had when heâd gone to sleep. The confusing effects of his concussion were fading away and he could finally piece together a bit of what had happened.
He took a moment before opening his eyes, assessing the amount of pain he was in. Getting shot was never a good time, but as such wounds went, this one wasnât terrible. Something to credit the shooter with, he was sure.
Satisfied that his pain meds were doing their job sufficiently, Porthos opened his eyes, glancing around his hospital room. His brow drew together in confusion when the only face to greet him was that of their teamâs youngest.
âWhereâs Aramis?â Porthos asked without preamble. He couldnât remember a time heâd woken up after being injured that his closest brother wasnât there waiting for him.
DâArtagnan looked a bit like a deer caught in the headlights for a moment before he schooled his expression.
âThe doctor says your scans look good. And also that you shouldnât have any mobility issues once your shoulder heals.â
Porthos stared at him, concern mounting when dâArtagnan nervously shifted his gaze away.
âWhere is he?â he asked again, more firmly.
DâArtagnan sighed and looked back at him in resignation.
âWe donât know. His phone is off and he hasnât check in.â
Porthos felt a rush of cold fear from his head down to his toes. He hated it when Aramis did this. Hated it. Heâd done it all the time after Savoy. He would disappear for hours at a time, sometimes days, without a word to anyone. In those days Porthos had worried that they would find him dead, buried under the weight of 20 lost souls and having finally decided to join them.
He didnât do it as often now, but sometimes when he took a mission too hard, he would go dark again.
âWhereâs Athos?â Porthos demanded, gripping the bedrail and hauling himself up to sitting.
DâArtagnanâs eyes went wide and he jumped up from his seat, hands hovering in midair as if he wished to push Porthos back down.
âHeâs out looking for Aramis.â
âHe wonât find him,â Porthos grumbled, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. âHe never knows where to look.â
âYes, thatâs usually your expertise,â a voice spoke from the doorway.
Porthos twisted, glaring across the room at Athos. Their team leader looked worn and worried, but otherwise composed.
âDid you find him?â Porthos wondered hopefully, despite the claims heâd made moments before.
âWould I be here alone if I had?â Athos countered, coming farther into the room and offering dâArtagnan a steaming cup of coffee. âIâve called the usual places. I had Constance check the apartment and Treville went to the Garrison. No one has seen him.â
Porthos shook his head, scoffing in exasperated annoyance.
âWhat?â Athos challenged. âIs there somewhere else I should have looked?â
âYeah,â Porthos snapped. âHERE.â
Athos frowned, looking uncharacteristically confused.
âHe shot me, Athos. He was forced to shoot me. Do you really think heâd be anywhere but here?â
Porthos watched the light in Athosâ eyes spark as he realized the truth of Porthosâ words. He met Porthosâ gaze again.
âHeâs staying out of sight, but close enough to keep up with your condition,â Athos theorized.
âSomewhere high,â Porthos added. âWith good sightlines.â
âThe roof,â dâArtagnan suggested.
They both looked at him sharply, having forgotten he was there, then looked back at each other. Porthos made like he was going to try to stand, but Athos held up a hand.
âIâll go. Heâd be furious if you came tramping up there in your condition.â
Porthos hesitated and Athos sighed.
âHeâs my brother too, Porthos,â he reminded quietly. âIâve got him.â
Athos was not as confident as he portrayed himself to Porthos. And as he pushed his way through the access door that lead out onto the roof, he wondered what he would say if he actually did find Aramis here.
At first, it seemed that Porthosâ uncanny ability to read his best friendâs mind had finally failed. The roof appeared deserted. But then Athos heard a dull, repetitive thudding from the other side of the enclosed stairwell. He ventured around it and was totally unsurprised to see Aramis sitting on the edge of the half-wall, feet tapping rhythmically against the brick as he looked out over the city.
Athos wasnât worried about startling him. Aramis couldnât be startled unless he was having one of his, now rare, PTSD episodes.
âHe woke up and you werenât there,â Athos stated bluntly. He grimaced, having come across far more accusatory than heâd intended.
Aramisâ feet stopped their swinging and the sniper went absolutely, eerily still.
âI only mean to say that he wondered where you were and was worried.â
He watched Aramisâ head tilted slightly, but he still didnât turn to face him.
âKnowing Porthos, he knew exactly where I was.â
Athos rolled his eyes, unwilling to admit that it had taken Porthos thirty seconds to figure out what Athos had been unable to unravel over several hours.
âAnd Porthos is always worried about me. Itâs his default setting.â Aramis added lightly.
âYou should be down there with him,â Athos pointed out. âWhat if his condition had worsened?â
Aramis held up an unfamiliar phone.
âIâm getting text updates from the beautiful, wholly unattached Nurse Jacklyn.â
Athos frowned.
âThatâs not your phone.â
âItâs one of my burners.â
Athos sighed deeply.
âSo youâre using a burner so that we couldnât find you? Youâre hiding from us now?â
âNoâŚâ Aramis hedged slowly.
âAramisâŚâ
âJust you.â
Athos flinched in surprise.
âIs it because I gave the order to fire?â
âBut you didnât, did you? You didnât give the order,â Aramis countered, turning sideways and bending a leg to rest on the top of the wall he sat on. He glared across the space between them. ââYou see the situation, Diablo. Youâre behind the gun. Make the call.ââ He quoted. âYou put that on my shoulders.â
Athos shook his head sharply, taking a step forward with wide eyes.
âNo, Aramis, I didnât mean⌠I had only hoped that you would step back and see the situation as I did. That you would see there wasnât another option. You didnât have a choice.â
Aramis swung around completely, jumping off the wall and striding towards him. He grabbed two handfuls of Athosâ leather jacket and jerked him closer.
âI shot Porthos!â he hissed. âPorthos!â
âYou had to,â Athos assured firmly. âThere was no choice, Aramis.â
âThere is always a choice,â Aramis denied with sharp shake of his head.
âNot this time,â Athos argued. âIf you hadnât made that shot, Porthos would be dead.â
Aramis shook his head and pushed Athos away. He turned his back on him again and looked out over the skyline.
âYou didnât have a choice, Aramis,â Athos repeated firmly. âPorthos knows that too. In fact, I imagine heâs grateful to you.â
âFor shooting him?â Aramis scoffed derisively.
âFor saving his life,â Athos corrected calmly.
Aramis sighed, scrubbing a hand over his face and then tangling it up into his hair.
âCome and see him,â Athos requested. âIf I come back without you, Porthos will just come looking for you himself and heâs in no shape to do that right now.â
Aramis huffed and though Athos couldnât see his face, he could imagine the sniper rolling his eyes in fond exasperation. They both knew how true Athosâ words were.
Finally, he gave a reluctant nod.
Porthos sat up straighter when Athos came striding into the room. He leaned to look past him and let out a relieved breath when Aramis came reluctantly trailing behind. His brotherâs already unruly hair was wind-tousled and he had his hands tucked into the jean jacket he always wore layered over a gray hooded sweatshirt. He was watching Porthos warily, as if worried about how he would be received.
Porthos gave him a warm smile of greeting.
âNice of you to turn up,â he teased carefully.
Aramis watched him from the doorway for another moment before a slight grin cracked his stern expression and he drifted into the room. Athos and dâArtagnan quietly slid out to give them a moment alone.
âYou know me, I hate all the waiting. Iâve no patience for it.â
âAh, but youâve missed out on meeting my night-shift nurse. Sheâs just your type.â
âBlonde and witty?â
âBreathing,â Porthos quipped with a smirk.
Aramis huffed a chuckle and rolled his eyes, shifting a few steps closer to the bed. His dark gaze was looking Porthos over, clinically assessing the bandages on his shoulder, expertly translating what the monitors were telling him, and doing everything but meeting Porthosâ eyes.
âIâd be dead if not for you,â Porthos stated bluntly.
That did it. Aramisâ eyes snapped to his.
âThank you for what you did,â he went on.
âFor shooting you?â Aramis challenged with an arched brow. Porthos could see the guilt in his eyes, the self-loathing, the doubt that heâd made the right call.
âFor saving me,â Porthos countered, âeven though it cost you.â
âIâm not the one in the hospital bed,â Aramis pointed out.
âIâm not talking about physical cost,â Porthos replied. âI know what it costs you to squeeze that trigger. I know what it takes from you every time you have to do it. And I know that making that choice last night wasnât easy.â
Aramisâ eyes moistened and he looked down to hide it.
âNo, it wasnât,â he agreed quietly.
âI forgive you for making it,â Porthos offered carefully.
Aramis eyes rose once again to meet his, looking surprised and hopeful. Whether Porthos believed Aramis needed to be forgiven or not, Aramis believed he did. So Porthos would gladly give him that peace of mind.
âYou do?â he asked.
ââMis, I forgave you before you even pulled the trigger.â
The tension drained out of Aramisâ posture and he finally finished his agonizingly slow journey to Porthosâ bedside. Porthos reached out and snagged his wrist, pulling him forward until he could properly hug him.
âYou were protecting me in the only way you could,â he assured firmly, before loosening his hold and allowing Aramis to retreat. The sniper merely sat on the edge of the bed, pretense of personal boundaries gone now that the air was clear.
âI hear you offered up some new code names for the pup,â Porthos commented with a grin.
âYes, he expressed dissatisfaction with the one heâd been assigned,â Aramis replied with an answering smirk.
Porthos nodded.
âI liked Labradoodle.â
#ficlet#whumptober#aramis#porthos#athos#dartagnan#musketeers#modern au#whumptober 2017#technically i whumped aramis with emotions and porthos with injury#double the whump#yay
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