#brother koria

[willowwee]

CW: Blood

Brother Joshua Koria

Kravitas after I gave him a full ahh manicure:

Inspired (or base idk)

[palilious]

Have any of your listener designs become the canon version? And for who if so?

Listeners are definitely tricky as they're supposed to be audience stand ins, BUT there have been a few cases where my listeners have become the VAs personal canon!

First one that comes to mind is Faith Koria from @goodboyaudios Bastard Warrior!

I came to GB with the concept that she had more African features, and he loved the idea and made it canon to his canon! Hence why the official art of her brother is also black! Now that Faith has an official voice, she's more of a character then a listener. So you can consider this art accurate to her character!

Another option would be Raven from @escapedaudios Neon Noir, but that's a more complicated story

I headcanoned that Raven got a Crow tattoo on her back, shoulder and neck to memorialize Crow at the end of the series and going into Neon Wings. Escaped really liked the idea! but my headcanons had already infected enough of that series and I felt bad, so I asked him to not include that one lol You can blame a lot of Ivan's look and backstory on me though! I came up with his birds and their names, his prosthetic leg, and his actual design!

[joshusten]

love the sinner (albus york/faith koria, bastard warrior || good boy audios)

Albus York takes a bath and Faithful washes his hair. (angst, slight argument, hurt/comfort)

2.2k+ words [ao3 link] [masterlist] [CW/notes: religious imagery ofc (this fic was basically an excuse to write that), typical albus york language, lots of self-loathing and some suicidal thoughts. albus is just having a bad time but hes also so whipped for faithful. speaking of her, i didnt make faith's physical descriptions vague or made it so that she's a "listener" but rather a character of her own! and i based it off of gba's description of her + my own interpretation hehe.]

once again THANK YOU SO SO MUCH to @slushiepizza for all the AMAZING suggestions and support like omfg i SWEAR i keep on saying this but this fic rlly wouldnt be finished without them!! i appreciate it sm!! and im shaking and kissing my irls that ive also bothered with this fic that will probably not see this THANK U SM!! edit: I FORGOT THE FUCKING READ MORE LMFAO

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Albus York steadily sank into the half-filled tub of one of the ship’s quarters—stripped of his clothes, and left bare to no witness.

Gentle waves of the bathwater rippled against hardened, battle-torn skin. He dementedly mused that if he could go down further, he might finally drown. 

He chuckled at the thought, shifted his position, and got to work. It's been a while since he last had an actual bath—way before he even agreed to this suicide mission of an adventure—with warm soapy water and scented products.

The constant near-death experiences and whatnot had interrupted the trio to get any time for themselves, much less to do any sort of basic hygiene. Since the route Devlin had charted for the ship to follow allowed for ample downtime, the Forgemaster had practically shoved his younger half-brother into the common bathroom and forced him to take a much-needed bath (Of course, not without a snobby comment about how his stench matched his personality perfectly well.)

Albus’ inexperience was made clearer with the stiff, awkward motion of his large, calloused hands as he attempted to wash himself. The unpracticed movement made the unfamiliarity of it all fully realized. How long has it been since he felt this safe? Does he even remember how to take care of himself?

Does someone like him even deserve this luxury?

The warrior submerged himself lower, down until his eyes were right above water level. He was thinking again. It was all that he had been doing for the past hour. If the gods wouldn't allow him to drown, then he hoped that the water would at least cleanse the grime and sin embedded into his flesh.

But he knew that filth clung to his skin like how a believer clings to the idea of repentance. No matter how hard—how desperately—he scrubbed (until pale skin turned into blood red, until rough turned rougher), it was all pointless. He had learned long ago that a bastard's prayers were never left answered. 

The mark on his chest was a bleak reminder of that reality. Damnation was basically his birthright. Albus York was dead the moment he came out of his mother’s womb—dead to his family, dead to society. 

Cursed to hell for being sin itself.

Life had a funny way to remind him—that goodness is something he can be in the presence of but never be a part of it.

"Albus?"

Speak of the devil, his ever-so-naive angel had arrived.

“Albus? Hello?”

Tender, serene, heavenly.

The voice was melodic—like the somber hymns he used to hear in his youth when his mother would take him into the temple and meet with her fellow brothers and sisters. At that time, he always felt drawn to the choir’s performance, despite not being old enough to understand the words (not that he was any more literate in the present). Back then, he was just a kid, blissfully unaware of the blasphemy he had committed for existing. 

He had grown since then—in every aspect of the word.

"Albus! Are you still in there?"

A deep grunt, muffled slosh of water, and the pitter-patter of droplets on the tiled surface were all that Faith Koria had heard from the other side of the metal door before a familiar, gruff voice answered back.

"Calm ya tits, woman. I knew you were eager to see my dick but I never knew you were this eager!" 

The outside replied with an annoyed groan, a sound Albus was all too familiar with, especially when it came from her. That being said, he couldn't fight the smile forming on his lips as he hastily dried himself up with a nearby towel.

"You've been using the bathroom for more than an hour, just what are you doing in there? Some people want to get cleaned up too, you know!”

The metal door swiftly slid open with a sudden 'woosh!', hot steam dissipating before the runaway nun to reveal Albus’ tall stature, half-naked and slightly dripping wet. Faith frantically averted her eyes on instinct, ears immediately burning with embarrassment. It wasn’t like it was her first time seeing him undressed—for gods’ sake, she treated his wounds like this when they first met! But to have him fresh out of a bath with his toned body exposed and his dampened long hair was—Wait! His hair!

"Alright, alright! I’m out, ya happy? I’m decent too so you don’t have to be a prude about it,” The bastard huffed, a little irritated with how his peaceful bath (or at least, as peaceful as it could be) was abruptly cut short.  

“Albus, your hair!”

The man scrunched up his face in confusion.  He gathered one of his dark locks and examined it with an intense focus. “Huh? Looks fine to me. What, you're not expecting me to be all prim and proper now, are you?”

“No, no, no! It's all matted and uneven!” The woman replied with a horrified concern in her voice that was rare for the warrior to hear directed at him.“It’s probably from all those monster attacks. Some of them must’ve managed to get to your hair! How long has it been like this? Does it hurt? Do you even have shampoo?”

“Uh…what’s that?”

“Ugh, never mind. Just—” Before Albus could process what was happening, Faith grabbed his arm with a surprisingly strong grip for a nun. She dragged him down near the bathtub he just got out of. He can even hear the water still slowly swirling down the drain. 

“Faithful, what are you—” 

“Stay right here. You got that, York? I’m just going to get something and I don't want you to move a muscle.”

A deep chuckle resonated within the man’s scarred chest—he always enjoyed it when she got this bossy. He gave her a mock salute and answered with a hearty “Yes, ma’am!”

The sister paladin made a face, letting out a flustered huff before hurrying to wherever she needed to be. So cute.

Albus had put on his clothes at this point while he waited (lest he risked Faithful suffering from a heart attack). A few minutes had passed by when she returned with a rather large pouch that Albus recognized was packed with the rest of her belongings. He deduced it must've been from her childhood with how worn down the embroidery was. Once vibrant floral patterns dulled from years of usage.

“Lean back by the bathtub,” Faith instructed. “I’m going to start detangling your hair. I might cut off some of the more unsalvageable parts too. If anything hurts or if I snagged on it too hard just let me know, okay?”

“Okay,” The man repeated simply, not really knowing how to react to all of the amount of consideration he was receiving. Abrasiveness was what he was more used to responding to, not the care that she unabashedly gave him.

She beamed brightly at his compliance (and no, his heart did not just skip a beat), soft hands found their way to his head and started brushing away the more manageable tangles before using a wide-tooth comb for the bigger ones. Despite the numerous warnings, her fingers were nowhere near to being rough. She was as gentle as a lamb—her slow brushstrokes eventually formed a rhythm that filled in the silence of the room. Albus decided to break the comfortable atmosphere.

“How are you so good with this shit?” He mumbled, voice heavy with drowsiness. Fuck, he felt like he could sleep until his next life. “Never knew sisters of Cindergorn get to be part-time hairdressers too.”

Even with his sluggish state, Albus could almost sense the nun’s eyes rolling above him, brushing out his hair with a slightly more forceful than usual tug.

“I'm the one usually taking care of the children at the temple. I’m used to seeing this kind of stuff whenever they play too hard. Obviously not on this level but you get the gist.” Faith snipped off the last of a particularly challenging knot. 

“I've also been doing my own hair ever since I was a kid, so really, it's like second nature to me at this point,” she followed up, running her fingers through his hair with a satisfied nod.

Now that Albus thought about it, he had seen Faithful braiding herself earlier on their journey when they had just…tastefully borrowed the flagship meant for his father. He remembered swift, practiced hands twisting sections after sections of dark, coiled hair and had mentioned in passing how it was a hairstyle she often did to withstand the Eastern Faithlands' harsher seasons (Fortunately, it also turned out to be great for going-on-a-quest-to-kill-your-priest-brother-and-save-a-child seasons too.)

Faith’s hands suddenly paused. Before the man could ask if something was wrong, she signaled him to stay still while she rummaged through the pouch to get a small bottle. She squeezed a moderate amount of product into her palm and spread it evenly. As she was about to apply the substance to his head, Albus jerked away, quickly stopping her hand with his own as a furrow formed on his thick brows.

“Faithful,” He chuckled. “Please, I’m a warrior. You don’t need to waste your fancy shit on me. My hair’s going to get fucked up again eventually so what’s the point?” 

Faith struggled to wriggle herself out of his grasp. “Wha–Albus, it’s fine!” 

“No, Faithful, I’m serious. It’s just hair. Hell, it’s my hair. Relax.” The man sat up straighter at this point, the water from his long, damp hair trickling down along the scarred tissue of his back but it was the intensity in those familiar brown eyes that made him feel a chill.

“And I told you it’s fine just let me—”

“Why are you making it a big fuckin’ deal? What do you want from me?” 

“What?” Faith’s voice cracked, appalled and confused. “Albus, what are you even talking about? I’m not asking for anything—”

“I’m just a bastard you hired to kill your brother! I was paid to do the dirty work for you, not to be your fucking toy—”

“Albus, wha—Y–You’re not a toy! Why do you—”

“If I’m not then why are you being like this to me? There’s a catch—there’s always a fucking catch. So what the fuck do you want from me?”

The nun managed to finally yank her hand away from his harsh grip and angrily slammed at the smooth surface of the tub.

“I just want you to stop being stubborn for once and let me do this for you!” 

The silence that followed between them felt suffocating.

Faith’s breath hitched, shocked by her outburst. She immediately straightened up her posture only to look down shamefully at the tiled floor. A shaky sigh left her lips, and Albus was doing everything in his power to stop himself from reaching out to her, seeking salvation he knew she shouldn’t give him because he was not sorry that he was like this. He wasn’t afraid to show his filth to the world because it was all he knew to do—all he was taught to do. There’s no excuse, no justification, no escape. She’s everything good and he’s just scum or worse yet—he’s a bastard. 

Because she’s an angel and he’s far worse than the devil.

“This isn't anything all that fancy…just something to keep it healthy and less stressful on your scalp. I just want you to feel okay. So please…” She trailed off. “Let me.”

“It’s…It’s just hair, Faithful. I’ll be okay, I’m a big boy,” Albus joked, but his words were sincere. He almost found the whole thing amusing—having the ever-so-snappy sister paladin fuss over him—if he didn’t get a feel for how much…his comfort seemed to mean a lot to her.

Faith pursed her lips, her gaze still fixed downward. “I just think…you deserve at least one good hair day.”

It's that word again. Deserve. Does she really think that? That he's worthy of all of this?

The man cleared his throat with a curt nod. Hesitantly, the nun's fingers slowly found their way back to the crown of his head, resuming whatever she was supposed to do. Steady, rhythmic brushstrokes filled the quiet once again. 

After what felt like hours of stillness, the bastard dared himself to shift his head and face her timidly—as if he was afraid he could melt under her piercing gaze.

"Thank you, for…for this," Albus grunted. He hadn't only meant for his hair.

Faith graced him with a dimpled smile—the one that made her eyes squint and showed the tiniest bit of the gap between her front teeth. She proceeded to tuck away a stray lock behind his ear, trailing down to hover over his cheek. Albus can practically feel the nervous tremble on her fingers as if she were hesitating on something. It all came to nothing in the end, closing her hands in a fist before withdrawing to her pouch to start cleaning up.

“Anytime, Albus. Besides, with how you always manage to find yourself in trouble,” the sister murmured, her voice playful (it never failed to leave Albus’ mind racing). Her eyes glinted as they locked into his almost like clockwork. “How can I not?”

Albus York sat by the empty bathtub of the ship’s quarters—fully clothed yet he had felt the most bare that he had ever been in front of someone. 

Faith smiled at him again and he swore he could make out the faintest halo crowning her head under the fluorescent bathroom light. ---- a/n: this is probably my most favorite fic that i wrote and i hope you enjoyed! lemme tell u this fic took way to long and got me so stressed for no reason idk ! i was worrying abt how this would happen in the timeline and all the lil details and then !! its a fic!! and im suppose to be having fun!! i am being self-indulgent!! (although i hope was able to characterize them well) again, feedback and comments r highly appreciated!! :DD have a good day/night and thank you for reading!!

[grim-has-issues]

i love how little faith gave a fuck when it came to death of her brother. she was like “fuck that bitch. lets go kill him.”

Not a single tear was shed for Joshua “bitchass” Koria.

[goodboyaudios]

I just wanted to say that the BW and BVZ are my favorite so far, I just love the storytelling and everything about it the romance, everything! and I wanted to ask a few questions

• how was faithfuls relationship with mother Koria? was mother Koria harsh with her and her brothers and sisters?

• Does faithful take care of the kids in the orphanage by herself or does she have any help at all?

•Will faithful ever see her family ever again? Does she miss them?

Faith and Mother Koria didn't always see eye to eye. Faith has had to show formal respect to her mother as opposed to being herself around her. That being said, they didn't hate each other by any means. At least not until she ran off with Albus.

She operates solo, but does get monetary support from both Albus and Devlin as well as protective care from Albus and emotional support from Devlin. It's not a lot, but she manages to get by.

Hmm, we might. I can't tell you right now.

[pandoraimperatrix]

Wandering Worlds

DickKory | Core Four Centric | Cannon Divergence | Longfic

Summary:

The story begins with the death of Dick Grayson. His life taken by his own brother, Jason. Consumed by grief, Rachel gives in to despair, losing control, a portal opens, but from it no destroyer of words come through. Instead a man who looks just like him, how can he be? The Titans, and especially Kory has to mourn their fallen leader and deal with this stranger with a lot of issues of his own. After that, when everything seem to be settling, Kory is forced to return to Tamaran, but she wasn't as alone in her destiny as she thought, neither her family of choice was willing to let her go that easily. But politics in Tamaran can be as complicated as travelling across universes.

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Part Four – Voyagers

Chapter Twenty-seven – I'd cut your name in my heart

He thought it was a dream when he opened his eyes and saw her.

A terrible dream.

The kind of terrible dream he used to have when he was hiding at the end of the world. The kind of awful dream that took him back to a life in which he had never held the lifeless body of the woman he loved, where he’d never felt that agony and had never violated his own soul by taking revenge murdering the his own father.

Or one of those absolutely heart-breaking dreams of a time he dared to believe that the past was truly gone, and the danger of losing her a second time was remote, to a reality in which asking her to stay was enough, where he was enough, and she had never flown away back to the stars.

The kind of dream that always ended, and was always that... just a dream.

And every time he woke up, he was still alone, and she was still gone.

But it when of her hot tears wet the front of his armour, and then she proved herself to me material, and there, and real, grabbing him, asking a million of questions, this was not an oneiric trick.

The last months flashed before his eyes with such violence that it took him a moment to start understanding what she was saying, and that what she was speaking was his own first language instead of her Tamaranean.

They had to break Rachel’s heart to get him here, they had to use Gar to do so.

For what?

And then he had to fight in another war that wasn’t his.

All for her.

Was it worth it?

He wanted to be angry, he wanted to shout, he wanted to ask what the hell had she been doing and thinking. He wanted to make her apologise for every tear Gar and Rachel had been dropping since she left. For putting him in a position that made him turn into a murderer again. He wanted a lot of things.

But he wanted her above all else.

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What that made of him? Did he even care? Did her?

So, after he managed to put in words a little of the kaleidoscope of questions he had in the form of a broken “we were happy, weren’t we?” and she touched his face.

Oh.

Oh it was.

He’d do worse things for her. He’d do anything. Even forgive her, even put himself in danger of being happy again.

In no time he her skin was under his lips, for he couldn’t stop himself, and he heard her sigh making him believe, even if only for a moment that she was so consumed by him as he was by her. All he had touched was her palms, and it was almost enough if enough were possible when it came for his hunger for her.

And right there, the realisation that he had been doing a poor job of playing himself hit him harder than any blow he had been stricken before.

Even after everything that happened, even though the bitter memories of the violence he had to perform to be able to cross the stars to get to her, something was crystalline.

There was nothing that woman could do to him, or make him do that would make him love her less.

“Koria?”

She pulled away abruptly and he felt like his centre of gravity was snapped, and it hurt, the lights became too bright, suddenly the hot herbarium, hot even for the stuffy tropical Tamaranean weather became chilly. Just as it had been in the Great Hall, it was like someone was screaming inside his head, so much that it became difficult to process Tamaranean, and Dick missed the start of the conversation she started having with the intruder Prince.

“This is… He is…” she pushed her tresses from her face, and Dick reached his arm to touch them, noticing they were different from the soft curls she had been wearing last time they were together “X’hal…”

“I know who he is. I can see, my lady.”

Koriand’r turned to look at Dick, and his hand fell, she didn’t seen to notice, returning her gaze to her promised one.

The Royal Couple exchanged a meaningful look, and jealousy ripped Dick’s already aching chest.

“Did you plan this?” Karras asked in a barely controlled voice, Tamaraneans, Dick became well aware in the last months, were not meant to suppress their emotions. “Did you tell your lover to infiltrate X’oyang’s forces and come here make a mockery of me on the day of our engagement?”

Koriand’r turned away completely from Dick, and all he could see was the glowing of her hair fading.

“What? Of course not!”

And then the Prince was breaking her personal space, far too closer than Dick was comfortable with, which was at least a few galaxies of space between them. He felt the adrenaline making his heart pump and his blood run faster but in a very different way from when he Koriand’r under his lips.

“Don’t lie to me, Koria!” the tone was unmistakably angry now, and then, to Dick’s horror, Karras grabbed Koriand’r’s face “I have been patient, I’ve done everything I can to keep you safe and protect you, and that… With no regard to my feelings or position, but X’hal help me if you’ve been lying to me!”

Dick didn’t think, his body just moved, he kicked the Prince who fell on the tall shelves of herbs, breaking the clay vases and spreading tiny flames all around the corner his backside hit the floor. Koriand’r screamed, and the Prince glowed red with anger, he rose his blazing hand and Dick saw a ball of fire coming in his direction, but before he could jump out of its course Koriand’r put herself between them, terror filled Dick’s soul, but instead of taking the blow, he used a starbolt of herself do deviate Karras’.

“Are you fucking crazy, Karras!? He’s human! You could have killed him!”

Dick chuckled bitterly, if only she knew how many of her kind he had fought and won. And the anger returned, for just like the day she left, she still didn’t trust him. She still thought she could protect him somehow.  

“Guards!” Karras called, floating to a standing position. And Dick walked away from Koriand’r and advanced towards the Prince, grabbing his flaming arm and pushing it away before using his free hand to punch his mouth.

The Prince used his knee to strike Dick on his belly and it just didn’t break some ribs, because of the armour Dick was wearing.

“Stop it Karras!” Dick heard her cry before flying to tackle the Prince herself.

“Guards!” he tried again but the band was still playing at the Grand Hall, so loud that nobody was hearing the tragedy about to happen. He pushed away.

“Stop it!” She said again.

Dick saw Karras give her a disgusted look as, like Dick, he pulled himself from the floor.

“He harmed a nobleman, he’ll go to prison for that!” Karras spat.

“Don’t be ridiculous. I swear by my whole bloodline if you touch another hair on his head you’ll never sit on the Tamaranean throne.”

“The bloodline you’ve spoiled?”

Koriand’r blazed with anger.

“How dare you!”

That, and Dick couldn’t understand why, made him stop. Karras’ feet touched the floor, and the fires he caused died.

“I’m sorry, Koria, I didn’t mean, I-“

“Leave us,” she said firmly.

“Koria...” the Prince begged like Dick had.

“I meant, Dick,” betrayal, confusion and jealousy made his insides turn more than the Prince’s strike. “Leave us. I need to talk to my consort alone.”

Nothing had changed.

“No,” he managed to say despite the knot in his throat.

She sighed or sobbed, he couldn’t say, couldn’t understand, his head was pounding.

And then she was touching him again, her hands on his arms and shoulders, Dick’s head leaned automatically towards hers, their fronts touching, her soft hands on his cheeks, her smell everywhere, until she said another heart-breaking thing.

“I wish you were Tamaranean...”

“Kory,” he found himself begging again, and just like last time, she let him go.

“Karras is not an enemy, and I need to set things right with him.”

“Don’t do this-“

“You will understand, I know I have no right, but please, trust me, just this time, please, lover.”

As he heard the last word, he noticed, she was not speaking Tamaranean anymore, that he was hearing English. She had found a way of saying her mind only to him, and that lament about him not being Tamaranean suddenly didn’t hurt as much.

Dick stared into her eyes, noticing the urgency in them, and let her go.

She smiled, a twitchy fragile thing, and watched in silence as Dick walked away.

“I’ll be in the barracks,” he said also in English before threading out of the herbarium.

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The headache only got worse as he walked away, hating every step that he took after so much sacrificed to get to her.

God, he was pathetic.

And to make things worse, his ears were ringing, so much that when he got to the barracks the sickness had grown too strong that he bent down and threw up on the silver grass that covered the Tamaranian grounds.

Something was wrong, something was very wrong with his body. Maybe he was dying. No human being was meant to be pulled across universes and galaxies like that.

Another hit of searing pain hit him, and then...

“Oh my god, finally!”

He blinked trying to clear his watering eyes and with difficulty stood up, looking around, but he was still in Tamaran, the two moons still high in the sky but getting paler and paler as the dawn approached.

“Dick!”

He took a raggedy breath and answered.

“Rachel?”

“Yes! He answered! Finally!”

“Rach is that really you?”

“Yes!”

“How?”

“How?!” she sounded flabbergasted. “How did you hide your soul for so long? I was terrified! I looked for you everywhere!” And considering Rachel’s powers, everywhere could mean the many interconnected webs of realities.

“I lost my memories.”

“Oh... She said it could be that.”

“Who is she? Where is Gar? Is he okay?”

“He’s fine. Are you?”

The tiniest drop of relief relieved him. He could only hope that was real and he wasn’t just going absolutely mad.

“Rachel, who is her?” he asked again.

“You are not going mad, it’s really me! Oh, and while we are at it I can hear you thoughts kinda? Please don’t think anything disgusting.”

Well, that was new.

“I know right?! Do you remember how we were trying to find Lilith? Well, when you disappeared we got desperate and contacted Bruce, and he sent us Zatanna, she’s training me!”

“Bruce helped?”

“Yeah, he said he was sorry.”

Isn’t he always? He didn’t hear it, but he somehow felt Rachel sighing.

“Don’t worry, I’m pulling you back.”

“No!”

“What? Why? He doesn’t want to come, stop Gar, I can’t hear him with you having a fit-”

“She’s here,” he said out load, he didn’t know if it helped instead of just thinking, but it was less weird somehow.

“What?”

“Rachel, I found Kory.”

“Oh... How is she?”

“Engaged.”

“ENGAGED? TO WHOM? I’LL KILL HER!”

His ears ringed again.

“Rach, Rach, you’re going to explode my head...”

“Sorry, sorry... I don’t know what to do now...”

“What you mean?”

“The plan was to bring you back... I think I’ll have to find a way to take Gar and myself to you, gonna have to find a way around The Red to do that. I don’t know if I can.”

“What is The Red?”

“Long story. But we won’t have to do that stuff we did before. Zatanna was super mad when we told her. Her way is so much more easier.”

The image of Gar’s lifeless body as Dick choked him flashed bitterly before his eyes, and Dick noticed, that thought wasn’t his. He couldn’t bring his children to this place.

“Rachel, it’s dangerous here.”

“Because of Kory’s fiancé?”

“The whole planet is at war, there are enemies everywhere, you wouldn’t be safe.”

“Just like Earth, then?”

“Rach...”

“Is it as bad as your last world?”

Dick never though in those terms, not really.

“No,” he answered begrudgingly, but honestly.

“Then we’re going. Hell, we were going even it was worse than the place I pulled you from. We’re not abandoning you. And don’t you dare to pull a Kory on us, we make our own choices, Dick!”

“Who are you talking to?”

“Tejan’g” X’oyang was standing behind him with a concerned or suspicious expression.

Rachel’s presence was gone. Dick felt like a part of him was taken.

“Ajik, I went looking for you at the herbarium and I found the place trashed and now I see you talking to the wind. Are you going insane?”

Dick sighed.

“Tejan’g, I need to tell you something.”

The concerned look of the General turned suspicious.

“What?”

“My story.”

“You remember now, then?”

“Yes, I remember everything, but…” Dick clenched his jaw. “What I am to tell you… It might be treason.”

“Ajik, what are you talking about?”

“Tejan’g, please-“

“Good evening, gentlemen,” he was interrupted by Koriand’r’s suddenly appearance.

“Your Majesty,” said X’oyang kneeling down and trying to pull Dick with him. “This is Ajik, he’s not brethren, and doesn’t know our customs, but fought bravely alongside our forces.”

“There is no need for this, please stand up…” and then she squinted, and approached Dick.

“You are pale, have you eaten anything?”

“I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine, lover.”

Lover she said. That woman would drive him completely mad.

Dick swallowed and contained the impulse of scream or drag her with him to somewhere far away.

“He speaks English.”

She frowned.

“Who?”

“The General.”

She covered her face with her hands.

“X’hal…”

“Whatever is going on here,” X’oyang said in a serious tone, “I’d not choose to take part, but since I have no choice, let us at least talk hidden from prying ears.”

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I think that extra chapter about Rachel and Gar’s POV is finally coming because my brain just refuses to write another flashback on Dick’s perspective.

And guys… I think I kinda made DickKory a little sick hahahaha I don’t care, I want it crazy and not always pretty, I want it desperate and suffocating, I’m tired of lukewarm romance.

So… Thank you brave soldiers that are still here, and the new ppl that leave kudos to this fic, don’t be shy, say your mind in the comments, I love to chat!

[starlitangels]

I find it low-key kinda funny that faithful met the kid once, and promptly decided she’d order the death of her own brother to save her. Faithful has no chill.

If my brother spoke to me like that, especially about the life of an innocent child, I’d probably consider it too

I don’t think I’d actually do it, but the entire BW series has been one big flashing sign “Sister ‘Faithful’ Koria has no chill” so I can’t really blame her

[piffany666]

GBA characters as hellsing abriged quotes:

Yargwin: yellow?~

Lyr: what did you do?

Yargwin: alright...but you can't be mad at me

Lyr: what. Did. You. Do?

Yargwin: ok first...I was minding my own business-

Lry: bullsh*t!

Yargwin: I wassss!

(This could also apply to albus and Faithful)

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Brother koria: serve the Lord with fear and rejoice with trembling

Albus: you got me a present?!

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Faithful: I'd like to talk to you about some important gests coming this evening

Albus: are they hookers?

Faithful: no

Albus: and like that you've lost me

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Albus: like what?

Faithful: property damage,

Albus: good times~

Faithful: dozens of noise complaints,

Albus talking over screaming and music: sorry I can't hear you!~

Faithful: killing innocent civilians,

Albus: oh so did mortalis and he got a f*king animatic for it!

Faithful: AND all the sexual harassment

Albus:.....I'm not apologising

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Devlin: what...

Albus: what?

Devlin: what. Do. I. Need. To. Give. You. To keep you down here for the evening?

Albus: im going to need a new sword (and one for faithful)

Faithful: but I already have a gun...?

Albus: get this b*tch a cannon

✨ b*tches love canons!✨

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Kravitas: I dot give a sh*t~ I don't give a f*k~ I don't give a sh*t and I don't give a f*k~ now if I give a sh*t I might just give a f*k...but I don't give a sh*t do I don't give a-

Albus literally dose anything*

Kravitas: F*K WAS THAT!?

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Devlin: sister! I apologise I tried to stop him but when I pleaded with him he merely responded with and mind my French (no offence)-

Kravitas: some taken

Devlin: "f*k the police" he then proceeded to tilt every painting he passed on his way here

Albus: evil giggles*

Faithful: oh gods going through that hallway us going to give me such a headache now...

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Albus: dear brother koria,

I wanted to send you this friendly little letter to inform you of your✨ immanent demise ✨ if your curious about the frequency of these letters it is merely to instill as much fear as I can. 🧚‍♀️💖

As if basting a turkey which I will then proceed to have sex with.

That's right

I'm going to f*k the fear turkey!~

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Albus: hey guys how's your health plan?

Literally anyone who tries to hurt faithful exists*

Albus: APPARENTLY ITS GREAT!

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Makkaro talking to frank: what do you mean you forgot the song?

Ok ok screw it! Screw it! Just take my phone and hit random- no just hit random! Ok 3, 2

*b*tch by meradith Brooks starts playing as makkaro invades another city*

Yea- ok turn it off! trun it off...it didn't work

It. did. not. work

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Mirin: enough focusing on the past...instead lest focus on the past!

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Albus: ah the return of the "why boner"

WITH A VENGEANCE

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Makkaro talking about zed and mirin: how did they get in here?!

Darling: we had over a dozen guards!

Frank: those were ours?

I mean oh my god how did they get in here!?

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Faithful: where is albus!?

The whole feking universe: I killed him!

Faithful: killed him?

The whole feking universe: kut off his bloody head!

Faithful: oh...well thats step 1....

What about 2 through 10?

The whole feking universe: ah gods

Albus comes back as a demon:

You done goofed

The whole feking universe: how in the blood soaked bastard did you do that!?

Albus: f*k you that's how

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Makkaro naming all the places he's gonna invade:

frank: even the black site?

Darling: keep that

No one will deny what we did...

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Kravitas: by God's woman! Surrounded by monsters and demons armed literally to the teeth! And what do you do? You get off your f*king ship! Pull out albus's sword, cut off one of there heads and yell "come at me you crowd sh*ts!"

No wonder albus wants to plow that virgin soil! I'm thinking about growing some flowers myself!

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Korano: albus...?

Albus: go with mommy korano

Daddy's got work to do

Korano: am I your child in this scenario...?

Albus: korano our group relationship can best be described as tags. On. Porn. Hub now go!

Korano: fine "dad"

(You'll notice that a lot of these are bastard warrior based...wonder why? Anyway if any other hellsing fans want to chip in feel free!)

[fruitbatwalton]

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[willowwee]

Lmao that one moment where u thought u would be able to kill a potential threat whos just a child just bcs the government told u to and u thought ur unstoppable bc u teamed up w a demon to give u powers but u got oneshot by an eyeless musty looking homeless dude that somehow got revived and was speaking holy language

(Could u tell that I'm trying my best to design Brother Koria)

[willowwee]

I FORGOT TO PUT FAITHFUL WHEN SHES STILL A SISTER IN THE LAST POST 😭😭😭😭😭 BUT HERE IT IS

I don't want this post just be about forgotten sister faithful so I'll just drop some stuff about her stuff🔥🔥

Faithful had a strict diet that was she was ordered to follow by Mother Koria because according to Mother Koria 'don't succumb urself into greediness and gluttony' but after BW series happened, Faithful gained that happy weight💗 she was already a bit pudgy before BW series

Both Faithful and Brother Koria has at least 1 long braid as a symbol of being faithful to their beliefs (and during BW series, faithful undo her braids because she was believed that she was 'faithless' because she went against Brother Koria's beliefs

Her and Kerano have matching heart lockets before Devlin visit for the first time (now after BW and during BvZ, both Devlin and Albus have heart lockets but Albus hid his heart locket whenever he away from the orphanage)

Faithful loves to take care of flowers at her temple and those flowers release some kind of pollen that attract butterflies, and because Faithful REEKS of those pollen, butterflies won't stop fluttering around her

Faithful love for flowers eventually got to Kerano and now Kerano loves anything flower related

Biggest middle finger to brother koria btw

[pandoraimperatrix]

Wandering Worlds

DickKory | Core Four Centric | Cannon Divergence | Longfic

Summary:

The story begins with the death of Dick Grayson. His life taken by his own brother, Jason. Consumed by grief, Rachel gives in to despair, losing control, a portal opens, but from it no destroyer of words come through. Instead a man who looks just like him, how can he be? The Titans, and especially Kory has to mourn their fallen leader and deal with this stranger with a lot of issues of his own. After that, when everything seem to be settling, Kory is forced to return to Tamaran, but she wasn't as alone in her destiny as she thought, neither her family of choice was willing to let her go that easily. But politics in Tamaran can be as complicated as travelling across universes.

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Part Four – Voyagers

Chapter Twenty-eight – What makes this fragile world go 'round?

As Kory let Xoyan’g lead her and Dick to the stables, as shouldn’t be anyone there at this hour, she felt like she was jiggling multiple plates and balls with both of her arms broken. Calming down Karras and trying to explain to him that there was no master plan (although, there was one, but it didn’t not involve Dick coming after her), to make him believe her, had sucked up all her political stamina, when playing the perfect princess at their engagement ceremony had already sucked her dry. Kory was very uncertain if he had believed her truly or just lied to her just like he was accusing her of lying to him.

“This is just like Okaara,” he sneered as soon as Dick disappeared thought the herbarium doors taking the better part of Kory’s heart and sanity with him. “I thought with Faddei gone you would remember your duties, and maybe find space in your heart for me, for us, but I was wrong.”

“Karras, this has nothing to do with Faddei.”

“No... You are right. It was never Faddei. Never was. If him,” he pointed to the door, “if this torq proves anything,” he spat the slur for outsiders and Kory bit the insides of her cheeks to not attack him. And maybe that was her mistake, because if she still were the person that used to run through the Okaara Palace’s walls with him, she would “is that I have never even had a chance.”

“Karras,” she tried, his name rolling through her tongue like rocks, she didn’t have time for this “listen to me-”

“Why should I, Koria?” And at that moment he looked so honest, so sad, she wanted to pity him and some part of her did, but she just couldn’t afford to spare the feelings he now claimed to belong rightfully to him as if Kory’s heart was like the crown, and Karras Faddei’s natural successor.

For Kory knew Karras loved her, and she had loved him too, all her life. But they were never in love, they never been in the position of being in love. A Royal Marriage was about a lot of things. But not about that kind of love.

They were promised to each other of course, grown together, and had a bond that couldn’t be broken easily, that had survived over distance, time, politics, the loss of Faddei, of their childhoods and the world they once knew. Still, Kory had never considered that he had been in love with her in the past. Or believed that all he had to do was wait and one day she would love him like that. She thought they were on the same page, but she was wrong.

She was wrong about a lot of things lately.

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“It’s never going to be me, won’t it?”

“I will marry you,” she promised again but the words fell flat.

He gave her a sad smile.

“Not if you can find a way out.”

Kory sighed.

“What you want me to say? I’m not going to lie to you, I respect you far too much.”

“Respect...” He hummed considering, “If that’s all you can offer me, I’ll take it, but Koria, be careful, you know how much I  care about you, but between you and the whole of Tamaran, I know my duty.”

Kory took a relieved breath although she was aware she had just heard a veiled threat.

“I don’t expect anything less from you.”

And when he had finally left her alone, saying that he too needed to think, Kory had to hold herself together, her entire body shaking. Why couldn’t things jut settle down for a moment? She felt a million years old.

She dragged herself out of herbarium, her whole body and soul screaming for her to run upstairs and hold her baby. She should be awake. Kory was relying on a loyal servant to take care of her, but...

A servant from Karras, since her entire court was in Tamarus pretending that Kom still had the crown.

Xha’l... What if he... He wouldn’t. And Dick... Dick needed to know about their baby. What would he say? He’d hate her when he found out that not only she had given up on the live they had together, their Rachel and Gar, their Team, and had stolen from him the birth of his child.

He should do just that. He should hate Kory. He should hate her and take their baby and run far away.

But how was even possible that he was really there? How could a miracle happen twice? And what had been the cost this time? Rachel once told her that the other universe, where he had come from, had do die for her to break him through. Not only Planet Earth. A whole universe had to die so they could meet.

Kory knew that and still she left. She left because that was her destiny and that was her duty. But now her soul cowered just with the notion of that the child she loved no less than the one that grew inside of her had to sacrifice to get him to Tamaran, to Kory.

And where were she? Where was Gar? For the past year she forbid her heart from asking those questions but now they were banging on her brain’s door with the urgency of a thousand battalions. The urgency of a concerned mother.

At the end, her legs took her to where he said he would be, and all the truths locked inside her throat were about to spill when her father’s best friend interrupted and then took them to the stables.

“Tejang, I don’t think this place is safe.” Kory winced at how eerie was seeing Dick talk to a man she knew all her life, it was like two realities, nothing alike, colliding, and somehow making sense.

“It’s the better we can make now, Ajik.”

“Then we should speak English,” said Kory in more parts than she could admit due to the queasy feelings that seeing him speaking Tamaranean caused in her.

“No,” breathed Dick “something else, the men know English.”

Dick just fit in that structure, as a warrior, as a second in command, as the ward of a powerful Knight.

A shiver ran through Kory’s spine, and not for the first time she felt like fate was punishing her for taking the wrong path even though he had given up everything she loved to go back to the right one.

“Why would teach them that?” She asked upset at how easily he gave away the walls between the two worlds, how he didn’t seem to care to separate Earth and Tamaran. He didn’t understand.

“Why would you leave us?”

She stared at him, words choking her.

He could never understand.

Lip trembling, Kory rose her head to the General.

“Loquerisne latine?”

“Loquor.”

She saw Dick’s eyebrows rise, evidently surprised that from all languages, Latin was common between the three of them.

“You Majesty,” began Xoyan’g in latin, “I know this man as a fellow warrior, I found him with no memory of who he was almost a year ago, before even I received the good news of your return. He has been a loyal soldier, and an unreplaceable asset to the Resistance. We’ve come to learn his real name and parts of his history recently, after he had already become Ajik to us. After he was already my brother and saved my life in battle countless of times. But I understand now that to you he is someone else.”

“I never meant to lie to you, Tejang,” Dick said, his tone a little desperate, it awfully reminded Kory the way he sounded while talking to Bruce, “Never. If I concealed my relationship to the Princess was because I had no way to prove, and to protect her.”

But Xoyan’g was no Bruce Wayne, and he unleashed his sword, pointing it to Dick.

“I ask you, then, my lady, what is this? Who is this man that I had been committing treason without knowing by harbouring?”

“Tejang!” Dick cried again, and Kory put herself between him and the point of Xoyan’g’s sword.

“He is Niwak’li.”

The word she said, in Tamaranean, meant, “the one with royal blood blossomed life with”, and it was clear from Xoyan’g’s expression and Dick’s silence that only one of them knew what it meant.

Xoyan’g lowered his sword, Kory could basically see the wheels turning in his head. She was the Rightful Queen, but she also had spoiled the bloodline and betrayed their strongest allies. She could end any chance of ever winning that war and uniting Tamaran again.

“Does Prince Karras know?”

“Yes,” Kory assured him.

“What are you talking about?” Asked Dick, pulling Kory’s wrist and trying to make her look at him. “What did you call me?”

“Unhand the Princess!”

Kory ignored the outrage on the General’s face, and made to move to free herself from Dick.

“I’m trusting you to keep this a secret, my lord.”

“My lady, I don’t understand.”

“I don’t blame you. Yet, it is paramount that you keep this a secret, our victory depends on it. Are you loyal to Tamaran, General?”

“With the entirety of the life-force that shall join X'hal’s when the glorious time comes.”

“Then don’t betray me, even if right now it looks like I’m a traitor.”

“I’d never have such thoughts, my lady.”

Kory bit back the answer she wanted to give, that if that was the case, after everything that Tamaran had been though and was currently going through, he still had that sort of blind faith in a member of the Royal Family, he was a fool.

“This is a secret not even the Niwak’li knows, General. Protect it with your life.”

“Would you please tell me what this word means?”

Dick pulled Kory one more time and she turned back to him right in time to see Karras’ personal guards bust in and take Dick down with a starbolt.

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Look, this chapter is not very good, but I'm tired of suffering over it, maybe the next one will be better, maybe it won't. It is what it is. Engaging with me and the fic always helps tho.

[starlitangels]

Might I suggest she could be also related to the child?

We know her family is very involved with the church, because of her own brother and it’s kinda implied that while she had faith, she never wanted to be a sister of the church but maybe the child is a sibling?

Ooooh that's a thought too! I like it

It'd be interesting for Faithful to be a sibling just by the sheer age gap Faithful is pretty well implied to be an adult or young adult, but it might make more sense if Faithful is the child's aunt and her brother who kidnapped the kid is the child's uncle? Like they have another sibling, who had this child, and Brother Koria snatched his own nibling because of the prophecy?

[starlitangels]

Aunt Koria would also be the only one who’d actually almost kinda like Albus, he would be refreshing to be around after dealing with people from the church all the time.

OMG

Faithful and Aunt Koria sitting together in the corner of a room full of people, watching Albus and Devlin bicker like brothers

Aunt Koria: That's the one you have feelings for? Faithful: -_- Unfortunately Aunt Koria: Well, good. He speaks his mind and he's clearly very protective of you. Exactly what you need Faithful: Auntie! Aunt Koria: I'm just being honest, my dear

[starlitangels]

is faithful actually related to the guy they're gonna kill??? i read it in a brother of the faith way.

imo it would mean more if she wasn't connected to the child in any way. this world puts so much importance on blood relations, making herself outcast for someone she's not connected to just because it's the right thing to do would align with how she sees past albus' and devlin's status.

Yeah I’m pretty sure Brother Koria has been all but stated to be Faithful’s actual brother, not just a “brother in faith”

I’ve been kinda assuming that Faithful isn’t connected to the child except in her desire to rescue them from her brother and get off-world because that feels like the moral thing but it’s fun to play around with either way until we find out for sure

[starlitangels]

I just think it’s an aunt who hears about faithful on her way to murder her brother and is just like “huh, good for her”

Yesss! Sassy, "spinster" Aunt Koria whose favorite nibling is Faithful and she doesn't even bother to pretend otherwise. I love it