#asploding the royals
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u ever just wanna YELL
#shakes the CUTSCENE AT THE END OF ROYAL WHERE JOKER SAVES MARUKI and SCREAMS and YELLS#who INVENTED such GOOD BOYS#shut up shut up dont TALK TO ME I am feeling EMOTIONS and it's been a while ok#Digit's P5R Tag#digitized voice: my heart asplode
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hxh 401 post
read the scanlations a few days ago but wanted to hold my thoughts for the official tlâŚ.

kurapika bro youâve been in the mafia too long!! you canât just solve everything with shooting!!!!!
in all seriousness i canât believe togashi just added plot 23. well this kind of replaces the existing beyond plot so whatever. more importantly though i canât believe he got me instantly invested in a character who was a rando last chapter. i feel like we got a lot of who longhi is hereâŚit reminds me when ikalgo came out of nowhere in the chimera ant arc and instantly joined the main cast. i really like how her âi have to tell the whole truthâ condition of her nen contracts reflects how betrayed she feels by not knowing the truth of her origins this whole time.

incredible panels. that middle one of beyond obscuring her/taking over her thoughts is so good
currently balancing three theories in my head rn:
tserriednich is the âobviousâ candidate for beyondâs kid due to his resemblance to a younger isaac and uncanny nen talent. this also kind of seems too obvious to me. (i do think theta is probably one of beyondâs kids, though- itâs her or one of tserriednichâs childhood friends.*)
duazul has not one but multiple kids with beyond. halkenburg bears enough of a resemblance to longhi that thereâs a panel in this issue close up on her eyes that both myself and multiple other people iâve seen mistook it for him, but tubeppa also has the high cheekbones. on top of that camillaâs plan with her have-nots is basically a copy of beyondâs plan, and she already knew nen. luzurus looks so much like brocco (the cha-r leader) that i figured he was his kid, but who knows. the only thing this doesnât solve is how they were able to do the seed urn ceremony if they donât have royal blood, which applies to the tserriednich theory too. which means my favorite theory iâve seen so far is:
oito is beyondâs child. woble would then be a legitimate contender to the throne by blood and a member of beyondâs family. i donât think oito would know this, and we know a little bit about her background- she grew up poor with multiple siblings- but i get the impression those are the kind of situations beyond was taking advantage of, unfortunately. oito appears to be in the 25-30 year old range, so the right age for beyondâs plan.
basically all of these have heavy drama potential, so they all seem valid depending on execution.
* edit: actually iâm thinking about it now and iâm like 75% sure that whatâs going to happen is that morena is going to kidnap and use one of tserridnichâs childhood friends like she threatened to and that friend is going to just happen to be the one thatâs beyondâs kid. and then everything asplode
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found family drabble in which balthierâs been flying all across ivalice avoiding coming to terms with vaan (again, probably age 25) and the orphan girl (age 4 or 5) in rabanastre - until finally a heist gets the best of him and he breaks a leg, pretty badly. fran flies them back to rabanastre where he is bedridden for quite some weeks. insert vaan and orphan bab - who iâve temporarily named cisne - taking care of him. which means a whole lot of cisne being adorable and working through the many walls of balthierâs resolve. this also does wonders for the gap cleaved by balthierâs hand between him and vaan. throughout the weeks the tension slowly works away until nothing is left but everything unsaid. will balthier stay? will he go? vaan needs to know. ty @kujicoo for talking with me randomly about it until we asploded into headcanons and bs. idk why this shit is like candy to write. *POINTEDLY AVOIDS OTHER FIC OBLIGATIONS WITH THIS SHIT*
across the room, vaan sits upon the tired velvet chair in a slump and wrings his hands. âbalthier,â he begins, voice quiet and taut, âi know that iâve...been putting this off-- for a while.â boy, his hands sure are interesting. âbut cisne, yâknow, sheâs nuts about you more than ever now. and i think--i think you like her too.â vaan allows himself a ghost of a smile here as he stares down at his hands and recalls the last few weeks, watching the sky pirate slowly fall victim to her whims. itâs been, truth be told, wonderful to see. he wants to see it every damn day - vaan knows this is what he wants. and this is why heâs here. âlook. i know this isnât really ideal for you, i mean--â a laugh, almost self deprecating, âi pretty much have you trapped here in a room with a broken leg. but, i canât keep her in the dark any longer. she... she wants to know if youâll stay.â
itâs harder than it should be, to drag his eyes from his hands to meet the sky pirateâs gaze across the room, but vaan manages. balthierâs eyes bore straight into his, unreadable and stoic, but the dalmascan says it anyway -Â
âand so do i.â
predictable silence stretches between them, a thread across the room vaan can practically see. he wants to grab it between both fists and pull until it snaps and everything between them unsaid can make sense again. balthier has always been a puzzle of a hume that vaan's had no qualms accepting with all his unclear, jagged pieces; heâs been content to leave the mismatched image as is, if balthier is happy enough with the picture heâs composed thus far. but that was then, before cisne... and whatever chasm grew between him and balthier during these months.
now, vaan needs answers, and thereâs a guilt that digs through the very centre of him in asking balthier to hand them over. but itâs not just his heart on the line anymore. itâs another orphanâs too, and vaan wonât keep her waiting any longer. he sees her falling in love with balthier, every day more that they spend together,
just as he sees himself falling more in love with him as well.
in the dim light of the inn room, balthierâs tired features are soft. the shadows curve along his cheekbones to dull his edges, and all that stands out in the warmth of the room is the crisp white of his tunic and the rumpled sheets pooled around his waist. vaanâs hands tighten with his throat as the silence pries at him. and then balthier moves, suddenly, shifts on the bed with a stiffness that he cannot hide - he winces, sucks in a breath through his teeth, and slides from the center of the bed to one half.
and then he expectantly pats the spot he just cleared.
âcome join me on the bed, would you? youâre awfully hard to reason with from across the room.â
vaanâs feet carry him before his mind can catch up, and soon heâs stretched alongside balthier on the cozy mattress certainly not meant for two men. still, they manage, and balthier is quick to wrap and arm around vaan to bring his blonde head to his chest. vaan obliges the motion, and lets out a long sigh through his nose as he settles against him.
âiâve been giving it much thought myself, as of late. iâve certainly had the time for thoughts,â balthier offers, still maddeningly full of pretense. vaan wants to shake him and he would were balthier not already bedridden from his heist-induced injury - instead vaan finds his impatience smoothed down as the older man runs his hands through the mess of vaanâs long hair, working out the knots between the strands, and between them both. âsheâs infectious, the girl. much like another once-orphan i know. hm,â a fond hum warms the room further, and balthier presses his lips to the crown of vaanâs head. âi admit you have quite a knack for mussing my script about in ways iâm ever hard-pressed to make sense of. and now indeed you have me trapped like a hare, with both yourself and cisne having at me mercilessly; showâring me in affections, tales, company alike that makes these drab days in this wretched sickbed seem almost tolerable. pleasant, even,â he adds, and vaan can hear the very rise of his brow as he speaks.
âi did tell her to be extra sweet to you,â vaan grins, âbut she took her own liberties and then i couldnât stop her. i created a monster.â
âdonât give yourself so much credit,â balthier snorts, âyou know iâve a way with the ladies in such a manner i canât even begin to make you understand.â
vaan swats at him dismissively, and balthierâs rich chuckle makes him want to smile. talk about infectious.Â
âcisne is special; iâll give you that, certainly. i was skeptical at first, lending most of your good word to that irrepressible heart of gold youâre ever-cursed with.â vaan smiles against balthierâs chest and recalls their conversation many months ago about her where he said just that. âbut it would seem your affections are well-warranted. i can see why youâre so enamored - whatever spell she has you under has, damnably, spread to me.â here, vaan wants to preen - he knew sheâd pry her little fingers into his heart if they could just get him to sit still long enough to pull it off. this broken leg business really ended up being a boon for all three of them.
âbut vaan, the sky is no place to raise a little girl.âÂ
the reality slices through vaan and his smile drops like a marionette with severed strings. balthier continues.
âsheâll do well to be raised here in rabanastre, what with your flat and all that can accommodate her and yourself both.â
rabanastre. home. rabanastre has always been that, whether vaan is in the heart of it or thousands of miles away in a sky heâs never known. home has always been here. outside the inn, the sounds of the royal city still weave through the streets below as night settles in, a richness vaan cannot hope to unearth in any sort of treasure.
but he cannot make balthier see this.Â
distantly, amidst the white noise filling his head and heart with trepidation, vaan can feel balthierâs fingers run through his hair again - though the knots have given to his ministrations and they slide through the flaxen tresses with ease.
âthere are, as you can imagine, a multitude of issues with this.â
the dalmascan sighs in defeat and screws his eyes tight, tight, tight - here it comes. the answer heâd been dreading. he told himself not to hold his breath, told himself not to, damn it all. but he couldnât help it. it was all too good to imagine, again, infectious - to picture a life where the past few weeks, barring the injury, could be a way of life for all three of them.
vaan knew it was too good to be true. but heâd hoped nonetheless. thatâs what orphans do, and heâll always be one at heart - a foolish dalmascan boy who hopes for a family again, one that he can keep this time. he moves to rise from balthier, the bed, this room, this very place--but balthier keeps him pressed to his chest as he continues.
âfirst thingâs first, that bed of yours in your flat is terribly small. iâll not be sharing it with you unless we replace it with something suitable. if that means i have to go purchase one myself and haul it up the stairs then so be it.â
vaanâs head shoots up so fast he nearly clips balthierâs chin. suddenly the white noise in his head switches to a ring, but the pirate continues, as if he hadnât just said the start of an absolute game-changer.
âsecondly, sheâll need to be placed in schooling. proper schooling, mind. surely our dear queen has implemented some arrangement these many years to rebuild your once less-than-stellar education programs.â
the ringing grows louder and vaanâs heart is in his ears as balthier drawls on.
âthird, weâll need some breed of proper documentation for this. now i know you, by technical terms, stole this homeless child from the very streets of rozarria and smuggled her across several borders, so donât fret; believe it or not iâm not terribly against forgery. just donât tell dear fran, heaven forfend. her fragile disposition wonât hold out on the shock.âÂ
vaan feels dizzy. that heartbeat thrumming in his eardrums has taken over his very pulse and he comes alive on the bed to wrap balthier in his arms, and vaan presses his face against the manâs neck to hide the wetness of his eyes. âbalthier,â vaan breathes out, and he curls his hands around the manâs soft hair like a child would, âdâyou mean it?â
thereâs no use hiding, vaan knows this. he lifts his head from balthierâs throat and locks eyes with the older man, whose gaze looks back at him this time with no walls; a puzzle rearranged in such a way that vaan can see the picture clearer now, one where they both fit, this time with no jagged edges.
âi do.â
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