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someone1348 · 3 years ago

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It feels good to be back! Apologies on being so inactive on here I've never had time, this summer has been too much but i found some time and inspiration to write so here we are!

People in this: Ler!Ranboo, Lee!Tubbo

This is a somewhat Irl fic!

(Lore is mentioned but its not based on the actual dream smp lore story so don't worry none of what you are going to read ever happened! It just fit the story!)

Tw: none, well i guess the smallest amount of fear, but other than that nothing!

I hope you all enjoyyy again im so sorry! Enjoy the fic my friends! And feel free to leave some requests in the asks! :]

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Enderwalking In Real Life!

Tubbo was the happiest of people on the planet right now! His favorite person ever ranboo! Who he'd been playing minecraft with for years it feels like was here! In the Uk! With him!

He could actually see him, hug him, he was real and he was here with him! For a few months too! Its perfect! The world seemed to let the smaller exhale, this is all i need.

The younger smiled contently as he watched him game on the pc he had set up on stream awhile back for his actual meeting. The Taller suggested they do some lore so that's exactly what happened, they logged on together and got started on some lore!

The chat went wild as they saw their beloved Ranboo start enderwalking as the Beeboy and their kid Michael slept

"⊑⟒⌰⌰⍜ ⎎⍀⟟⟒⋏⎅⌇, ⊑⟒⏃⍀⏁"

He spoke as he wondered around not being aware enough to stop or understand what he was saying, he eventually walked all the way back home resting back in his husband's embrace.

End stream,

Tubbo laughed to himself, Ranboo tilted his head looking at him "what are you giggling about hmmm?~" a slight teasing tone was hinted making him giggle a bit more

"Noho I'm just saying you are alot like your character!"

"Yeah? How so?" The taller asked curiously as the other shot him a big smile

"You both sleepwalk!"

"Hmm, i guess enderwalking is like sleepwalking but it was a one time thing for me! Irl me that is"

"Pffft! You kidding man you do it every night!" Tubbo lightly hit his shoulder as Ranboo giggled too "do not!" Pushing him back lightly going at it like two kids arguing over who did what

It was a great moment that was quickly replaced with the idea of food and bed. It was quite late so they got some snacks before brushing their teeth and going to bed.

"Hey! Let me know Tommrow if i sleep walk again tonight i wanna track these things"

"You got it bossman! Nighttt!"

"Goodnighttt!!"

And just like that the two were out cold, nothing but the sound of the wind, some crickets, leaves rustling ever so slightly, andd ranboo sleep walking and making noise.

It was almost peaceful, normally Tubbo slept through Ranboo's nighttime antics but this time the noise was to much so he stayed up studying him to make sure the poor guy didn't hurt himself.

It was the normal for the most part, a few small words or sentences barely noticeable by the human ear, some moving of things, bumping gently into a wall, staring out into the distance

Things seemed quite well so when Tubbo was about to go back to bed that's when he heard it

"Tubbo"

The sleepwalking 6'6 man had turned from his position by the window and looked him dead in the eyes

Tubbo tilted his head, he's said his name before in this state but something about it felt different, off, the smaller was slightly unsettled that was before Ranboo got closer saying his name again, Tubbo didn't notice anything strange about his walking, he was definitely sleeping but this was just weird.

Ranboo got close enough to where he was right beside the known goat hybrid twitch streamer, trying not to wake him up because walking up a sleepwalker is extremely dangerous he whispered gently

"Yeah man"

That was when he caught it "Tubbo,,,,,GOTCHA!" Ranboo's long arm's shot down to tickle alll over the poor sleepy boy's sides, his shirt already a little up from sleeping earlier, his bare skin being attacked without any warning or anything he shrieked, thanking the universe that the room was sound proof

"RAHahaAhaHanbOO!" The brunette giggled in different pitches squirming around on his bed as Ranboo smirked giggling to himself before pretending to sleepwalk again with his speech as his wiggly fingers found there way under his shirt and up to tickle all over his ribs, although it was less ticklish it was still fun!

"Tickle tickle tickle tickle" Ranboo repeated to Tubbo in his sleepwalk tone

"I knohohow yohohour awaha-AHHAGSAH!"

Tubbo's speech was cut off when the said sleepwalker tickled his underarms with such skill it was alot more ticklish then normal maybe it was because he was tired or Ranboo's tricks but he was definitely alot more ticklish than he thought he would be!

"Awww thats so cute, I've caught myself a ticklish little Tubbo for the road! Tickle tickle tickleee~" he teased tickling his neck and ears Tubbo scrunching up giggling his head off

"NahaHAha no EAhahArs NohohO RahaHanbooo!!" Tubbo whined a bit as the man cooed even more

"Dawww that's so cute! Ticklish little ears, hehe Kitchy Kitchy coo~" he whispered in his other ear blowing some air at the end so it's extra Ticklish, 'he was definitely ler mode now' Tubbo thought to himself before covering his own face

Ranboo giggled and paused the tickling for a second "Aww is the lee embarrassed"

"Not a lehee! And no! You just caught me off gaurd!"

"Whatever you say lee~ now uncover your face i wanna see your smile or else~" the open threat made tubbo smirk under his hands refusing to take them off yet

"Or else what big man~" The smaller teased back before hearing an deep inhale of breath

"Wait! wait! WAit RAN-BAHAHAHA NAHAHAHAAHA PLEAHAHAHASE!!!" Tubbo had uncovered his face but

The taller enderboy blew a gaint raspberry on his stomach right over his bellybutton

"RAHAHAAHAHANBOO WAHAHAIT! NO- AHAHAHA PLEAHAHAHASE!!" Ranboo had now begun tickling the man's poor ticklish stomach with one hand scribbling and digging (gently) as the other slowly and teasingly made shapes and other things with his nails driving the smaller into a giggly mess

"HAHAHAHAHA RAHAHAAHAHANBOO!"

Tubbo's mind was so sleepy all he could think about was how much it tickled 'it tickles, it tickles eep!' He was happy, giggly, red faced, smiling but most importantly he was comfortable, physical contact isn't really his strong point he's trying but with ranboo he was safe, comfortable, this was good. He was good.

"Tickletickletickletickle Tktktktktktktk~" the scribbling got more and more hyper as Ranboo got more into the babytalk, laughing along with his best friend

"OKAHAHAY PLEAHAHAHASE IHIHIHIHIT TIHIHICKLES! MEHEHERCY!" He immediately stopped rubbing the tickles away,

"You alright bud? Im sorry if i went alittle overboard" the taller rubbed the back of his neck in slight embarrassment

"Naha you're good man, that was fun!" Tubbo's smile was genuine and that is exactly what Ranboo wanted to see

The taller sat down on Tubbo's bed next to him as the said boy kept talking now that he was breathing normally again "i can't believe you tricked me like that!" He giggled pushing Ranboo again both laughing happily together

"It was the perfect plan! Im just surprised it actually worked!"

"I was sleepy, plus you're a great actor!"

Ranboo giggled

"Well played my friend, well played" Tubbo giggled before knocking out from already being sleepy to now tickled to peices he was down, giggling again the american smiled contently tucking him in before going to bed himself.

That nights rest was the best one they've both had in a long time, the rustle of the leaves and the sound of the fan in the distance everything seemed perfect, it was the best, Together.

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I hope you all enjoyedd!!! Again im so sorry for all the inconveniences! I love you all! Drink some water, eat something today, take a shower, take at least one water bottle out of your room, and take care of yourself because you deserve it! You are loved, appreciated, stronger than you know and everything is going to be all good! Big hugs from me to you my friends! <3

#k writes tk things #mcyt tickle #dream smp tickle #dreamsmp tickle fic #lee!tubbo #ler!ranboo #beeduo meetup #bee duo tickle fic

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twilightofthe · 4 years ago

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(Reposting the entire ask cuz it won’t show up in the fuckin’ tags and I need attention tf)

(Sorry anon, @duchess-of-mandalore ur prompt is here now lol)

So I see great minds think alike! And dawww thank you, this is such a sweet ship to write for, I have so much fun whenever I get the opportunity!

Since two people asked for the same thing, I sat on these prompts for a hot minute so I could come up with the best one! It is Very Blatantly Anastasia-inspired but I love that movie so much so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (holy shit this is the longest one yet whOOPS I am not joking this is like a full fic size lol I might put it on ao3)

Obitine 10 - Childhood best friends AU: Which one was super obviously in love with the other the whole time? Who was oblivious until they were older?

This is a universe in which Obi Wan’s family didn’t give him to the Jedi as a baby. They’re still not very well off at all, but maybe this time they try instead to seek better fortunes for the whole family, so off they go into the galaxy for a new life, and after a few years end up on Mandalore as refugees in Sundari.

At this point and time, let’s say the Duchess on the throne is Satine’s grandmother, and through a series of good fortune, Obi Wan’s family gets a gig where they can deliver things from the docks to the royal palace. Obi Wan’s about eight by this time, so as the eldest, he’s to go with his father to help with the deliveries when necessary. He’s got Special Gifts, though-- sometimes things break when he’s upset, he knows how to make some heavy things float if he thinks about it hard enough, and when other people are really excited or sad or something, Obi Wan can feel that too --and his parents have both stressed to keep that part of himself quiet on a place like Mandalore, here they only know Jedi can do those tricks, and the Jedi and Mandalore are enemies, so Obi Wan must be very careful, especially around the palace.

They’re running busy with extra deliveries for a celebration for the Duchess’s granddaughter who is coming to stay with her, when Obi Wan slips up for the first time in his life. He’s struggling to push a heavier crate out of the speeder while his father goes around to talk to one of the palace staff, when the repulsors levitating it fail. The crate is clearly marked fragile and Obi Wan knows they’ll get less money if they break something, and he doesn’t even mean to do it, he just thinks, and his hand is jerking out to raise the crate high over his head and has it settling gently down with the rest.

A gasp behind him has him whirling around and realizing he’s been caught. It’s another kid around his age, long blonde hair done up in twin buns and flowing down in pigtails (Sailor Moon, I am breaking story to stress that baby Satine had Sailor Moon hair because it’s adorable and I must say it). Wide blue eyes are staring back at him, and he feels a chill run down his spine as he’s asked how he just did it.

He starts talking, quickly, please don’t tell anyone, he promises he’s not dangerous, not a Jedi, he’s just helping his father--

Satine cuts the strange boy off. When she had decided to run to hide from her tutors today, a child her age who could do magic tricks was not what she was expecting to find. This seems much more fun than Mandalorian history. She had never really minded the Mean Scary Jedi from the stories, much to her parents’ chagrin, and their powers had seemed interesting, so she says that she won’t tell anyone about his tricks-- as long as he teaches her how to do that.

She has to comfort him again when his face crumples and he protests that he doesn’t know how, and she changes to promise him she won’t tell as long as he agrees to play with her. This is the first boy she’s met who isn’t one of her parents’ snobby friends’ kids she has to be nice to, or one of her annoying cousins who like to hurt when they playfight like Pre; she’s always wanted a friend before and this one doesn’t even seem to know who she is since he hasn’t started with all the bowing and the “milady-ing” that everyone else around her does.

He seems much happier at this arrangement, or at least really doesn’t want her to tattle on him, so he promises he’ll be right back, he just needs to ask his father if he can play. Something makes him pause, turning and asking her who she is, exactly. Satine falters, realizing that if the boy knows she’s Lady Kryze of Kalevala, he might be too afraid to play.

Obi Wan is amused when the girl replies her name is Sabine, and her grandmother works in the palace, because of course that’s her name. The folk heroine S’Tiin or S’Biin, depending on who you ask, is such a famous story around here, it seems like everyone on Mandalore wants to name their eldest daughters Satine or Sabine-- even the Duchess’s granddaughter is named Satine. Her dress is very fine, a deep, pretty green, and Obi Wan asks if her grandmother works making dresses. Sabine hesitates and says that no, but her grandmother is in charge of bossing the tailors around, so she can get nice things. Obi Wan nods, figuring her grandmother is some staff overseer like the bossy men at the docks that tell his parents where to bring things.

Sabine asks him his name, and Obi Wan tells her, only for her to wrinkle her nose and ask if she can call him something else; he doesn’t look like an Obi Wan. Bemused, he asks her what he looks like. She says he looks like a Ben. Obi Wan has never had a friend before, so he shrugs and says sure, she can call him Ben. Sabine beams. He likes making her smile.

She asks him if he can do cartwheels. He can, and demonstrates them for her. She smiles wider, and he really likes making her smile. She asks if he can teach her how.

They practice cartwheels and handstands and chasing each other throughout the crates, until Sabine sees palace guards coming out and hisses for him to hide under one of the crates with her. He asks why, and she pauses for a moment before saying that they don’t like the palace kids going outside unsupervised. After this, Obi Wan is getting ready to meet his father again, and she grabs his hand, asks him if he’ll come back to play with her again.

Obi Wan really likes having a friend. He tells her the truth, that his family makes the deliveries about once a week. He promises to meet her again then.

Satine hasn’t felt so free, hasn’t had a true friend in forever. She is unrepentant when she is caught and scolded for running off by the adults, and makes sure to be extra good in her lessons so she can wait for the next week to sneak off and meet Ben to play again. She feels guilty for lying to him about her and her grandmother, but she doesn’t want things to be weird between them, and people often are weird around the Duchess’s granddaughter.

They meet to play once a week for about a year; Obi Wan telling Sabine about his family’s adventures around the galaxy and how he wishes they weren’t so poor, and Satine tells Ben in the vaguest terms of why she was sent away from her family because her home was not safe, how her little sister is somewhere else entirely, how she misses them. Both become one of the most important people in the other’s life in a very, very short time.

Everything changes the night of the Grand Ball. Obi Wan tells Sabine excitedly over sandwiches she smuggled out of the kitchens that his family were offered extra money by the palace to help on the inside and serve the many guests that will be arriving from all over the galaxy. She replies that she will be at the ball too, and her parents will be visiting and she’s excited to see him, though he feels she’s acting a bit funny over the whole thing. Sabine assures him she’s not, and offers to teach him a waltz step. She’s elegant and graceful and very pretty; sometimes it feels like he’s friends with a fancy princess, not another servant girl.

Satine is a little worried now that Ben will be upset she lied to him, as he will definitely figure out she’s third in line for the throne at the party. Her parents are coming in from Kalevala, even if Bo Katan will not be there-- a shame, Satine misses her, and they will all be standing by her grandmother as royal family members. Still, she feels that maybe it will be okay; Ben is her friend! She’ll show her grandmother that he knows how to dance, and maybe her grandmother will let her marry him when she’s older-- Satine has not told Ben that she plans to marry him one day, but that’s alright, she has time to win him over.

The night of the ball, Obi Wan messes with his carefully brushed hair and fidgets in the slightly too big serving clothes handed to him and his parents by palace staff as they arrive and change and prepare to set things up. He looks around for Sabine, but he doesn’t see her amongst the servants. This disappoints him, he was hoping to introduce her to his parents. He thinks they’ll like her a lot. He hopes maybe her family will like him too. Satine dresses in her prettiest sky blue dress with a matching opal tiara and braids her hair into a crown over her head; maybe tonight Ben will see her and call her pretty.

The party is in full swing and Obi Wan is a little worried; he still hasn’t found Sabine yet, so he’s been sticking to his mother’s side and serving food to sentients and species he’s never seen before. The royal family has yet to appear, but Ben’s more worried that Sabine is sick; did something happen to her?

Satine stands in formation outside the hall with her parents and her grandmother and her other aunts and uncles and cousins. They raise their heads high, the doors open, they begin their procession through the room as the musical fanfare swells--

And shots are firing and transparisteel is exploding in showers as the all-windows ballroom is broken into from all sides by masked figures with jetpacks and a rain of blasters. Satine has exactly one second to see her father turn, reaching for his concealed sidearm, before he is shot and topples. Her mother’s scream sounds in her ears, but the woman is already drawing her own blaster to cover her grandmother and her grandmother is shoving Satine down under the newly made corpse and telling her to play dead until the whole thing is over. It still smells like her father. She doesn’t move a muscle as more blasterfire and screams echo around the room, and then the body above her is shaking with what seems to be more shots, and is being lifted off of her, and Satine doesn’t have time to raise a hand and cry out before her wrist is being seized and a masked figure holding-- holding a sword made of glowing black light? Is that the Dark--? is grabbing her and towing her out of the room. She sees far too many dead bodies amongst the smoke. She recognizes all of her family members amongst them.

Obi Wan and his mother had avoided the first round of attackers by hiding under a table, but as soon as they made a break for it to frantically search for his father, his mother goes down. Horrified, he tries to kneel next to her, but she looks him in the eye, and breathes out to find his father, run, take the service tunnels they took to get in here. Obi Wan knows how to deal with heartbreak even in this life, so, dying along with her, he lets go of her hand, forces himself to turn away and make a run for the tunnels. Along the way, he trips over his father. He’s not moving either.

Obi Wan Does Not Think About It besides a cruel sense of relief, that knowing his wife had died likely would have killed his father anyway. He keeps running, is small and fast and can avoid the masked soldiers in the darkness as the power fails, and is almost to the end of the tunnel, when he hears a familiar voice crying out.

Sabine.

Picking up speed, he bursts out of the tunnel to see his friend in a fine but bloody dress struggling in the grip of a masked figure with the strangest sword Obi Wan has ever seen. The figure resists even as she kicks him in the shin, and while Obi Wan is running, he will not get there fast enough as the figure picks her up and begins to lift off in a jetpack.

Sabine’s eyes meet his, he can hear her screaming his nickname.

He doesn’t think.

He feels the power surging in his gut and reaches out in fright towards the figure flying away, not focused on anything more than for fate or someone to please not take Sabine away too.

The figure’s jetpack sparks, sputters, stops working, spiraling down to one of the platforms in a crash. Obi Wan watches in horror as Sabine is flung out of their arms and skids across the platform to a stop, their fancy black sword vanishing back into its hilt and sliding in the same direction as her. The armored figure themself is not as lucky, tumbling over the side of the platform in the other direction and plummeting down at least ten stories for their jetpack to explode upon impact at the bottom.

Obi Wan tears over to Sabine, who is laying very, very still, a large, bloody lump on her forehead. Obi Wan is about to break down because no, not her too, but he can see the fluttering of her chest moving, and he can smell the palace beginning to burn behind him, and he does not hesitate in scooping her up and throwing her over his shoulder-- like they would do when they roughhoused, except now she is not shrieking in laughter and beating on his back for him to put her down --and last minute pocketing the hilt of the strange sword. He sees a nearby speederbike and gently settles her in front of it and tears off, saltwater streaming down his own face.

He’s never driven before, but he knows the way after a year of deliveries, and he takes them straight home to his family’s tiny apartment by the docks, locks the door, and drags Sabine under his parents’ bed to hide with him like the children they both are. No matter what he does, she will not wake up. While sirens wail outside, and the radio he leaves on reports everyone at the palace dead including the entire royal family, and the new leadership run by what is being called the Death Watch Junta, he lets himself cry, for her, for his family, for her own, for everything.

Sabine wakes up a full day later.

She doesn’t remember a thing.

Obi Wan is horrified.

She just remembers fuzziness and faint flashes of memory, of cold older figures, of a warm sunny room, painted wings on a canvas, the name Ben and bright silvery eyes that stare back at her now. The boy tells her her name is Sabine, she lives in Sundari, Mandalore, and-- here he stutters --she is an orphan, like him. Their families had all attended a party at the palace, where Sabine lived, but then bad people attacked, and they were the only ones to escape.

Sabine nods, this all lining up in her empty brain. She has no true connection to these people who raised her, and yet, she cries for their loss anyway. The boy says his name is--

Ben, she cuts him off, connecting the one name in her memories to the boy in front of her.

Obi Wan hesitates, about to tell her his real name, the one his parents gave him-- his parents who are dead and gone. He nods, yes, he says, you called me that. Ben Kenobi.

Sabine asks if she has a last name. Ben hesitates, says no, she never gave him one. She cocks her head pensively, analyzing him. Could I use yours?

He flushes, knowing only married men give women staying with them, their wives, their names, or they take the woman’s. But still, it’s not like he has any other family now.

He agrees.

Two days later, using some credits stashed in Ben’s parents’ safe for emergencies, Ben and Sabine Kenobi make their way off Mandalore as workers on a cargo freighter. Sundari holds too many bad memories for Ben, and the taunting of memories out of reach for Sabine.

Ben remembers Sabine’s distraught face, feels the hilt of the strange blacklight sword stuffed down the side of his pantleg, remembers how he couldn’t protect her, how she has no memory because of him. How she still trusts him anyway.

He will not let anything happen to her again.

And thus they live for the next decade, literally living hand to mouth and not having a single clue what the next day will bring.

Sabine remembers a grandmother, remembers her having fiery red hair and a stern voice, her mother’s eyes were blue like hers, remembers odd strands of music and lilies in a garden. She remembers the story told to her of the Darksaber, which she doesn’t have a clue why someone holding it would be after her like Ben tells her. She agrees he should hold onto it though, because from the little she remembers, it was never good news for Mandalore, and since Ben has Jedi powers, it’s best he keeps it for their defence.

Defence and safety is a slight issue for them. Sabine is brilliant and great at coming up with plans for how two young kids can find money and food in a galaxy that only seems to benefit the uberwealthy, and Ben has his magic that lets him lie easily, float things out of pockets, sense danger. But she always feels guilty after, and throws a fit every time one of their schemes results in someone getting hurt. Ben rarely uses the Darksaber except to scare people, and it’s not like they’ve killed anyone, but she wouldn’t speak to him for three days after he knocked out a man by collapsing an old roof on him. A man who was about to stab you with a fucking vibroblade, Sab, come on.

Someone taught Sabine how to shoot though, so they compromise by having her carry around a blaster set on stun, and a blaster Ben promises he’ll keep on stun, and then breaks it whenever there’s danger, and Sabine is upset again. But he can’t help it. She’s his family, and family looks out for each other. Plus, she comes up with the plans and she knows how to cook, which he’s never figured out without her insulting it. He should bring something to the table.

She doesn’t know why she’s like this, but she just feels this anger every time people have to resort to violence, because that’s what the galaxy has reverted to, that the Republic’s laws are so poor, that people need to hurt each other to survive. Things have to be better than that.

She feels like there’s more in life for her.

But she doesn’t know what, and running free by Ben’s side as they steal from rich bastards and give back to people needy even when they go hungry themselves more often than not, when they find ships and hop from world to world, experiencing culture after culture, it gives her a sense of purpose, and she knows he agrees with her, that people need help, and if no one’s going to stick up for them, Ben and Sabine will.

He trains with the Darksaber, picks up books on swordfighting, watches old holos about the Jedi when he can. Sabine watches him, watches the way his calculating eyes follow the motions, how his body moves when he practices. He’s handsome, and she cannot tell him that, because he’s all she has, but that’s okay, she’ll grow out of it. It’s just a crush.

Puberty is awkward and horrifying and hellish for the both of them, but they’ve lived side by side for too long for it to be a serious issue. But it is embarrassing, very embarrassing. Sabine does enjoy her three years of being the taller one though, and even when Ben finally passes her again, it’s only an inch and less than that when she’s wearing heeled boots.

Ben starts having to use both his powers and the Darksaber when their schemes get more complicated and them deeper into trouble with local authorities. He’s rough, untrained, but he has his own style, even if they have to flee near immediately afterwards because rumors of Jedi start flying around. They can’t have the Jedi know about them. They’ll take away Ben because he’s like them and leave Sabine alone.

They nearly die multiple times.

They fight so bad they split up twice, though each time, no more than a day or two goes by before the one who packed their bags and stormed off “forever” is trudging back, apology on their tongue, only to find the other on their way to apologize as well and beg them to stay.

They visit Mandalore once, when they are fifteen. It is a completely different place than how Ben remembers it, and to Sabine it doesn’t glow like memories that return do. It’s wrong. The ruling junta controls everything, everyone. Everything is bleak and grey, and they try to do the job there as quickly as possible. Sabine notices a lot of girls with her name, and the rarer ones named Satine; though, a local tells her when she expresses confusion at their question of what clan she’s from, the name Satine is dying out much quicker than its counterpart.

She is told a story of the warrior of old, S’Tiin/S’Biin that she remembers being told long, long ago, and how girls are named in her honor.

But then she and Ben are told of the Duchess Satine, the newer folk hero.

Sabine’s seen the name graffitied on various walls around the galaxy, there’s a Mandalorian bounty hunter phrase that talks of Duchess Satine’s luck being with them, but she’s never known what it meant until now.

Years ago, there was an old Duchess who ruled Mandalore fairly. Her reign came to an end when the Death Watch stormed the palace and burned it and killed the Duchess and the entire royal family. Sabine feels the dread in her gut, knows how her own lost family died that night, how she doesn’t even remember if she was with them when it happened, how Ben still wakes up screaming sometimes from the deaths of his own parents playing in his head, smoke and bodies sometimes haunting her own dreams.

But, the local whispers, rumors say that one body from the royal family was not accounted for: Lady Satine Kryze, the Duchess’s second youngest grandchild. The body of the young girl was never found, though the government insists that she too is dead. Dissidents and those who are unsatisfied with the Death Watch Junta’s rule pray otherwise, stake their faith that the young Satine escaped somehow, and is alive and thriving somewhere safe.

That now, as the only member of the royal family left, Satine Kryze will return to Sundari one day, overthrow the Death Watch and restore the throne, take her rightful place as the Duchess Satine of Mandalore and free them all.

Naming a child Satine now will earn you government attention you do not want, but people still have faith. It’s all they have left.

Ben thinks the story is admirable, though he’s always been open and curious, willing to give things the benefit of the doubt. Sabine personally finds it a tad ridiculous, and makes her even more furious at this “government” that mistreats its people so much they cling to dead children’s ghosts as prophesied saviors. Ben never pulls out the Darksaber on Mandalore. They leave soon after.

Ben and Satine as they grow up discover emotions like love, lust, want. Neither can remember who first started making eyes at someone they saw on the street, who paid attention to someone who wasn’t the other, but that too causes fights. The blowout when Ben almost lets Sabine get caught by an angry guard because he was talking to a pretty shopgirl, and then has the audacity to follow Sabine and brood from a distance when a pretty girl asks her to lunch because he doesn’t trust the other girl’s judgement.

They know the other has just grown more beautiful with age, and the painful temptation of how they can be so close, but so, completely, utterly forbidden, and besides, they don’t like me like that.

There are first kisses that aren’t with each other and brief flings with sentients on planets they aren’t on for more than a week. They talk about love and families, but decide they’re both too young for that, and both feel a relief they won’t admit when the other agrees.

Everything changes once more ten years after Ben dragged Sabine away from the smoking Sundari palace and she woke up with nothing but faint ghosts in her mind.

They’re on a fairly backwater mudhole, trying to scope out a new ride off the planet after helping feed a colony of sick minorities oppressed by the local government, when Ben tenses up next to her and his hand slips around her hip in that way she knows is only protective, but wishes was more. Sabine turns to see the blue eyes of a man watching her under a heavy brown robe and hood.

She murmurs in Ben’s ear, should they take an opportunity on this one? Sabine may hate violence, but her and Ben have both found out by now that there are people all over the galaxy who may look a little too close at pretty young children, and the ones who act on those urges, they’ve discovered that neither feels much remorse when they lure them into the other’s stun gun and rob them.

Ben tenses, he’s always despised it when Sabine does this, is worried she’ll get hurt-- fuck it, he doesn’t like seeing her smile coyly at these bastards, beseechingly like she wants them, has to watch them undress her with their eyes, he wants to vomit or stab something or both, but he can’t make decisions for her, though hells know she gives him enough shit when he’s the one doing the luring, though he can’t imagine why. It’s not like she feels anything for him. She probably just doesn’t like that he’s being violent.

But his Special Sense goes off with a ringing when he looks at the tall man with the beard staring closely at Sabine, and his gut has rarely steered him wrong before, even if he’s furious with its betrayal by agreeing with Sabine that she should lure this man.

Said luring kind of backfires when it turns out that the vibes Ben was getting off of the robed man was him being a fucking Jedi who quite easily avoids Sabine’s stunning attempts and is now holding his bright green laser sword up to protect himself from Ben who has the Darksaber lit and is fully prepared to get his ass kicked but come on, this is not fair. It’s especially not fair that the other man is smiling triumphantly.

Sabine feels sick. The Jedi have found Ben and he’s going to leave her alone.

Ben snarls that he’s not going anywhere with the man, pressing himself to Sabine’s side. This was his own fault for getting them caught

The man blinks, says he does not want anything with Ben. He would much like to speak with the Duchess, gesturing to Sabine.

Ben and Sabine stare at him like he’s lost his mind.

The man clarifies, gesturing to Sabine again, asking if she is not in fact Satine Kryze?

The Lost Duchess?

Sabine feels a high pitched laugh leave her throat, Ben snapping back that no she is not, but the Jedi just sighs, extinguishes his blade, and sits on the floor. He’s still in front of their only exit because they were foolish enough to lure him into a room with one door.

He introduces himself as Jedi Master Qui Gon Jinn, and says that he has spent the last two weeks following sightings of a black lightsaber very similar to the legendary blade that was wielded by the Mand’alors of old in the past in the possession of a young woman who appears to be the same age as Mandalore’s lost ducal heir.

Ben murmurs to Sabine that this man cannot be stable right now, feeling all the guilt at his own obsession with using his powers like a Jedi when a Jedi he is not and getting them in deep trouble. Sabine is developing a massive headache, like some of the cotton fog that’s been stuffed tight in her mind for ten years is finally starting to dissipate, but at a rate that it’s just slow and painful.

She asks Jinn scathingly, do the Jedi chase after all silly fairytales now?

Jinn shakes his head with a patronizing smile. No, he says. But the Death Watch Junta do.

He watches as both of them tense at the names of those who wiped out their families. He explains gently, that the Jedi and the Republic have had an eye on Mandalore as a recognized state sponsor of terrorism, and how new reports of them making threats against worlds with the description of the young woman and the lightsaber are making the worlds nervous enough to call the Jedi for help. The Jedi have figured it would be best to locate the targets the Death Watch are after, if only to keep the worlds the Death Watch would raze to the ground to find them safe.

Sabine and Ben look at each other in horror. Death Watch is after them? Ben instantly hands over the sword to Jinn, says he can have that, he and Sabine will be fine on their own, they’ll leave the world and go somewhere they won’t be found.

Jinn shakes his head, says that they need to come with him, Death Watch intends to take Sabine back to Mandalore and publicly kill her. It doesn’t matter if she’s truly the Duchess or not, they want to break the branches of resistance who view the Duchess as a symbol of hope.

With that, Sabine passes out, voices flooding her head, memories, castles, palaces, eyes, a throne, swarming through her brain.

She can’t be the Lost Duchess. She can’t. She would have--

What, remembered it?

Ben suspects foul play on Jinn’s part the second Sabine drops, and if he wasn’t so eager to take the opening and stun the Jedi, grab Sabine over his shoulder, and bolt, he would have known this wasn’t Jinn’s fault as he was surprised enough by her faint to let his guard down.

In his hurry, Ben leaves the Darksaber on the ground where he had tried to give it to Jinn.

He did not realize just how far ahead Jinn was of these Death Watch hunters, however, as not two hours later he’s ambushed, wakes up in a sewage ditch to very bruised everything and Jinn prodding him awake, and-- and Sabine is gone, he lost her. He failed.

Jinn is shaking him out of his panic, making him a deal that if they come with him afterwards, Jinn will help him rescue Sabine-- and, help Ben learn how to properly use a lightsaber, he adds, holding the Darksaber back out to him.

Sabine wakes up alone and in chains in a dark room on a ship she’s not familiar with. A helmeted man sits in front of her, asks her who she is, where she came from. Sabine-- at the encouragement of his blaster to her foot, tells him the whole truth, which is that she has no fucking clue what they want with her. She’s not the Duchess, literally every other girl on Mandalore is named Sabine or Satine, she’s an orphan, but so are half of the other kids in the galaxy, and she left ten years ago because the occupation was not proving safe or financially beneficial to a street kid like her.

For the first time in her life, her mind feels like she is lying when she tells the story.

As he and Qui Gon track down the ship that took her, Ben is kicking himself. As a kid, when he met the richly dressed girl by the storage entrance to do cartwheels, he always felt there was something she wasn’t telling him. Always felt like he was visiting to see nobility, not another servant girl. A girl whose grandmother commanded servants, like the Duchess of all people was supposed to do. A girl who was being taken away by someone wielding the weapon that symbolized the ruler of the people, that had to have been taken off of the dead body of the Duchess.

And Sabine had woken up with no clue who she was, and Ben could have quite possibly fed her an entire life’s worth of lies.

Sabine’s answers do not impress her captors. She braces for torture, and that seems to be what’s on the menu for the next time she gets visitors, as the man growls over his shoulder as he leaves threats of what might happen if she proves so uncooperative again.

Her mind spins again. Could she be? Is she really?

But why would Ben lie to her?

He wouldn’t. He couldn’t. Sabine has known Ben long enough to know how he lies. He was an emotional wreck who had lost his whole family after she had first woken up. He couldn’t have lied to her then to save his life, certainly not to that extent.

No, Ben genuinely believed his tale of Sabine Nobody the servant girl, Sabine knows this with all her heart.

That means Sabine cannot be Satine Kryze then.

But she could?

Ugh. Her fucking head hurts and she is utterly fucking confused.

Hmm. One would think she certainly swears far too much to be a fancy duchess.

Ben and Qui Gon Jinn find and board the ship Sabine is on. As they board, Ben’s anger and fury and worry is washed over by a placid cloud. He scowls at Jinn, who comments on how powerful he is. Says he would have made an excellent Jedi.

Something doesn’t feel right hearing that from a Jedi himself. Ben grips the Darksaber tightly, says that no, he is a Mandalorian. That’s who took him in. That’s what Sabine is. Ben stays with Sabine. End of story.

Says Jinn with a sad smile, You’re quite right.

They storm the ship as it enters hyperspace, they avoid guards by the skin of their teeth, Ben wants so, so badly to give into that dark voice inside him that’s snarling to tear, to destroy, to kill. But Sabine doesn’t like violence. Insists that the sword must be for defence. That’s what they do, the two of them, they defend people. Ben slashes and disables, but he does not kill.

They find Sabine in a cell and as soon as they open the door, they realize their sabers will not work against the metal of the chains, but Jinn waves a hand and they unlock on their own.

Ben sees the lost look in her eyes vanish at the sight of him, feels such warmthwarmthwarmth, oh gods above, he could have lost her--

Ben kisses her.

She stiffens for a second.

Holy shit. Ben is kissing her.

She kisses him back before he can back off and change his mind.

I’m so sorry, he murmurs to her. For so many things... he’s thinking.

Don’t be... she swears, knowing absolutely none of this was his fault, that he’s stood by her when no one else did. Don’t be.

Things go haywire and Jinn is shot in the shoulder and they have to make the breathtakingly imbecilic decision of all piling into an escape pod and launching it while in hyperspace. They nearly burn up tearing out of it and all of them black out from the g-force (this is Not any of their days for staying conscious for too long, it seems).

They wake up and Sabine and Ben are still holding hands and Jinn calls her Duchess again, and Sabine tenses, but Ben strokes her hand, admits miserably that he thinks she might be, that she might have been keeping something from him as children and he had never known what, but--

Sabine hushes him with another kiss. If so, she says, that was her own fault, not his. He couldn’t have known.

But not there’s no way to-- Ben starts, but Jinn interrupts by saying that actually there might be. He may be no mind healer, but the Jedi have a talent for going into someone’s mind and convincing it to do their will.

Both Sabine and Ben tense, recalling clearly all the times Ben has talked his way out of impossible situations, said things people never should have believed, but they did.

It is quite possible, Jinn says, that he can coax those memories in her mind back out. He feels them pulsing beneath in her brain, it’s not even that severe a case of memory loss at all, there was just no incentive to trigger their release.

Ben is about to protest, Sabine can tell, so she interrupts him to accept Jinn’s offer. She’ll be alright, she promises Ben. She will. She needs to do this, and he knows she does.

His grey eyes are stormy with worry, but she knows he knows he’s right.

Jinn waves his fingers over Sabine’s face, she feels herself falling asleep once more.

She remembers.

Her life comes back to her: Mother, Father, Bo, Grandmother, Kalevala, the Sundari palace, being raised by tutors before escaping for the freedom of a mysterious delivery boy who taught her to do cartwheels, lying to him to pretend she was normal.

The night of the ball, her blue dress, the tiara that fell off as she was shoved under her father’s body, Ben’s pale face as the armored figure with the black sword started to carry her away, falling, falling--

I’m Satine Kryze.

I am the Duchess of Mandalore.

Gods, help me.

She awakens. Her cheeks feel wet with tears. She meets Ben’s gaze, and she just nods.

He knows from the second she opened her eyes. He squeezes her hand, tells her, she was screaming. He almost fought Jinn, who assured him painful memories are often agitating.

She nods and he knows.

He doesn’t think he can call her by her true name just yet, but--

He’s crying too, begging her forgiveness, he would have told her if he had known, this is his fault--

She cuts him off, promises him it wasn’t. I was scared, she gasps, scared you wouldn’t want to befriend a royal. I was going to tell you at the ball, I swear it, but--

It wouldn’t have mattered, he declares, kissing the tears off her cheeks. I would have followed you everywhere, even then. I still will. I don’t care who you are to other people. To me, you’re everything. It doesn’t matter, Sab.

Gods, she loves him.

She tells him so.

He says it back.

And now that she has that assurance...

Okay now don’t be upset, she tells in that way he knows means one of her more outlandish and dangerous plans. But what if, what if she tried to be the duchess the Mandalorian people are looking for?

Qui Gon Jinn makes a muffled choking noise off to their right.

His eyebrows raise. But he doesn’t laugh. She is infinitely relieved he does not laugh at her.

Inside him, something clicks. He always did feel like he was visiting royalty. And he meant it when he said he’d follow her anywhere.

But he can’t help but ask: does she have any idea how to run a planet, honestly?

Sabine Kenobi has lived with the lowest of society for ten years, seen things Satine Kryze would never have come close to being exposed to outside her crystal towers. Sabine Kenobi knows the cracks in the system. They’ve kept her up at night, with that feeling that she was always supposed to be doing more with her life.

That purpose she was always searching for.

She looks Ben-- Obi Wan, he said once that his name was Obi Wan. Maybe we should get used to using the names we left behind... --directly in the eye, and asks him: would he be willing to stay by her side as she figured it out? She warns the process would likely be trial and error.

He meets her gaze and smiles that cocky smile of his she’s always wanted to kiss off his face. She can do that now, she realizes giddily. He tells her, absolutely.

She does kiss that smile off her face.

A cough sounds behind them and they separate, turning to look at Qui Gon Jinn, whose face seems torn between amused, intrigue, and likely wishing the Jedi had chosen someone else to find a missing girl and a black lightsaber.

Right.

Sabine Kenobi, Satine Kryze claps her hands, addresses Jinn. It seems that the three of them are to be fugitives for a while, she points out. How, exactly, does one go about starting a peaceful revolution?

#YEP THIS IS DEF GOIN ON AO3 I SPIT OUT OVER 7K WORDS AHAHA #morai's fic #peace out #our only ho #when we were young #obitine #ask #asks #anon #duchess-of-mandalore

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trashystar420 · 5 years ago

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Chapter 8 Maribat babysitter AU

“Hey did you boys enjoy the food?” The cook asked the Wayne brothers. They all responded with a yes or a nod.

“Alright, lets rest up a bit, Alfred will be here with the limo in a bit. How about we play a game in the meantime to pass the time?” She offered. Tim shrugs, but Jason looked excited. Even Dick looked ready.

“I’m gonna beat yo butt Pixie Bob! Just you wait!!!” It was a promise, and one Marinette was keen to break.

“Oh we will see Mon Cherrie. We will see.” And boops the young one’s noise in a playful manner. She dodged the slapping hand of Jason’s. Reflexes of a bug after all.

“So what’s the game Marinette?” Dick asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.

“Charades .” Jason made a face.

“Meh, no offense pixie bob but that doesn’t sound like a whole lot of fun.” Dick didn’t want to be mean to Mari but he also agreed with the older brother. Marinette was close to giving up, but then an idea came in mind.

“How about I show you instead.” Dick, Jason, and now Tim all give their undivided attention to her.

She takes a deep breathe, and then covers her face. The boys wait with baited breathe, wondering what on earth she would possibly do.

And she gave a very mock/scary glare. Her nostrils flare up to exaggerate on the anger, but the boys all knew it was fake. And she coughs, before she could speak.

“Grayson! Todd when I get my hands on you two!!!” Tim was laughing, Jason in a wheezing fit, while Dick giggled, pointing at Marinette while she performs a crab walk with ‘Damien’s’ face.

“Drake you need to lay off the coffee!!!”

“Never!” Retorted Tim. More laughter ensued.

“I-I can’t breathe.” Jason tried and failed to make another sentence and just kept laughing. Tim wasn’t fairing any better. Dick managed to calm down, and raised his hand, wanting to go next. Marinette scoots over your Dicks spot while the boy stood, thinking up an act. An imaginary lightbulb ‘dings’ as he makes that eurika pose.

“Got it!” And turns around to prepare himself.

Dick has his hands crossed behind his back, his chest puffed out, and his eyes closed. He proceeds to move his right hand over to his ‘mustache’ and makes stroking motions with it.

In a dying old man’s voice, he says, “ma-ha-ster Bruce, would care for a cup of teaaa?” Marinette giggles, she couldn’t help herself. Him being funny was just too cute. Tim was still bawling, while Jason laughed, although not as much.

“I wanna go next!” Jason went to the picnic basket and picked up too apples.

“Yes” he mutters to himself, getting himself ready, Dick already in Mari’s lap. Tim wipes a tear from his eye.

“Is everyone ready?” Jason asked. Everyone answered yes.

He turns around. The apples he used, are under his shirt, resembling large breasts. Dick already started to giggle, knowing this was going to be good.

In as much ladylike in his voice, Jason starts with, “oh good dearie Alfred!!! Why Does BRUCIE DEAR NoT CaLL. Doesn’t he know I must show off all my JEwelry to him?!? Hmmm Alfred you don’t understand, he’s a literal brick wall!!! GoSH he’s lucky he’s good in bed otherwise I’d leave his sorry ass behind. OH ALfreD, you always did listen to what I had to say. Hey Dearie, why don’t you be my owN PErsonal ButLer?!?” Dick was dying, Marinette was bawling, and Tim wanted to get in on the action, so he did.

“Ahem, b-But Mistress Selina, I shall not forsaken the one I was meant to serve. ForGive me, ‘tis I was the one who raised him. It appears I have failed to teach Master Bruce the, propèr etquite in the dealings of a woman such as yourself.” Tim finished in the funniest old man voice you can imagine.

“Oh AlfRed lets elope, forget that old Bat, yOur the real gentlemen!” Jason shouted in his feminine voice, rushing to Tim, putting both his hands on his chest as thou he wanted to embrace him.

“B-B-but Mistress!” Tim acted scandalized in his fake old man impersonation.

“But nothing Alfred. I WANT YOU TO LOOK AT MY JEWELRY AND BOOBIES!” Jason and Tim couldn’t hold it in any longer, for they proceeded to burst into laughter. Marinette and Dick were wheezing and pathetically trying to reclaim the air they lost to the laughter.

It took a good five minutes for the four to calm down, but eventually did.

“*cough* *cough* alright, well I’ll be beat, Jason, Tim that was the best yet.”

“Ya I liked it to Jason!!! And Tim you have a better Alfred expression then me!!!l

“Dawww well, when you have Alfred persisting you on what you can and can’t drink you tend to learn a few things.” He shrugs it off. Eventually Alfred pulled in with the limo.

“Young masters, are you enjoying yourselves?” Jason had a growing smirk, while Dick covered his cute mouth to hide his giggles. Tim just laughed at the family butler.

“Y-you could say that Alfred.” Marinette implies. The butler raises a brow, but leaves the conversation at that. More uncontrolled chucking ensues.

“Alright boys-“ and then the babysitter giggled at the sight of a wheezing Jason. Dick and Tim managed to relax from the laughter.

“D-Did you see the way his eyebrow moved with his mustache?” Marinette gasped. Dick and Tim lost it.

“Oh Mistress!” Tim yelled in his fake Alfred impression.

“Oh Alfred Dear!” Jason responded, putting one hand over his heart, the other over his head. More giggling ensued.

Eventually, the gang arrived at their destination. It was still half past four. Around two hours they can have fun at the amusement park before Marinette has to get the boys home. Curfew curtsey of one Bruce Wayne after all.

“Be safe young masters, Marinette. And if you need anything else, I will be here.”

“Of course Alfred.” The gang say their goodbyes, but Alfred stops them from taking another step. With a smug smile, he states that he has a much better impression of himself then whatever nonsense Tim made up. The boys and Marinette blush, embarrassed to be caught, but Alfred was impressed nonetheless.

“How did he find out?” Jason asked.

“It’s Alfred, Jason. He always knows.” Tim answered, speaking the truth and nothing but the truth.

“Well at least he liked it.” Marinette said, hoping to damper it down. Dick smiled.

“I wanna go on that!!!” Dick yelled, pointing at a rollercoaster that looked too dangerous. Jason and Tim also grinned. Marinette looked ready to pass out. Granted she has/ been Ladybug, and KNOWS how it feels to have her body thrown around like a sad rag doll. But it was in an indestructible suit made of magic. And she had a magic yo-yo. The guardian in hiding is in civilian casual clothing not meant for danger. What if something bad happened? Or if they get stuck? Or

“Marinette?” Dick’s concerning voice interrupted Marinete’s mental breakdown. Shaking her head to snap out of whatever stupor she got herself into, did a 180 and gave a smile, although one laced with nervousness.

“Yes?”

“Your afraid aren’t you?” Jason answered knowingly.

“I what me- pft afraid! Of that... thing.... of death...” she visibly gulped. Tim snickered at Marinettes suffering. Dick, being the innocent bean that he his, takes both her hands in his, and calms her down.

“It’ll be fine Marinette. I’ll hold your hand the whole time.” Dick offered. Jason was snickering, and so was Tim.

“Dickie poo, she doesn’t want to go on that ride.” Tim reasoned. Dick faltered. Marinette took a calming breathe. ‘For my Mon Cherrie!’ She told herself.

“I’ll take you up on that offer Dick.” Marinette said, surprising Tim and Jason. Instead of her nervous face, was instead one that held resolve. Dick is ecstatic, holding her hand the whole way, almost dragging her. Tim and Jason were behind them.

Luckily, there wasn’t a long line, despite it being a holiday. Eventually, Dick and Marinette sat in the back of the ride, while Tim and Jason sat in front of them. The duo mainly wanted to see how Marinette would deal with the ride. Tim holding his phone out, to get a photo or video of Marinette’s reaction.

“Alrightie passengers, make sure to keep your hands and feet, WITHIN the cart. Please. We are NOT liable for any lost possessions in the ride ok, and please, don’t be idiots.” The female roller coaster worker said with a tired voice. She glared at Jason when she said that. Jason just gave her a middle finger and stuck out his tongue.

“JASON!” Marinette berates. The boy flinches, but crosses his arms and looks the other way, like the little brat he is.

“I’m so sorry about him!” Marinette started, but the worker just sighed and pulled the lever activating the ride. Cutting off Marinette from the conversation.

The ride made a jolt at being activated, startling the poor French-Asian woman. Dick just held her hand tighter to reassure her, and it worked. Tim filming everything from a secret camera placed on his back without the knowledge of anyone else.

“Hey Pixie Bob, make sure to raise your hands up when the ride goes down.” The troublesome boy instructs.

“Didn’t she just say NoT to leave arms and legs OUT of the ride?”

“Relax, it’s still within the boundary.”

“Jason Todd you better not otherwise I-“ Marinette failed to notice that the ride was already at the peak of the mountain before it would plummet ride down. She screamed, tears flying out of her eyes from the wind. Everyone was screaming. Jason and Tim both had their hands up. Dick gave a comforting squeeze in Marinette’s hands, which grounded her.

And she lets herself calm down. She doesn’t think of anything. And slowly a smile creeps on her face. Surprising Dick she raising her and his hand up, shouting ‘wooos’ and ‘yeaaaaaas’.

“I TOLD YOU IT BEE FUN!!!” Dick yelled from all the wind rushing into their ears. Marinette nodded, but the young boy didn’t see. Every twist and turn made the Bluenette giggles and laugh and shout and scream. And then came the loop.

“OH KWAMI!!!” Jason was laughing like a maniac, his hands out the whole time.

The ride finally ends. It may have been five minutes, but to Marinette, it felt so much slower.

“So how was it?” Dick asked. She ignored how messed up his hair turned, and combed it up with her dainty hands.

“That was incredible!!!” And she really meant it too.

“Ha, Tim did you get all that on film?” Jason asked. Tim gives him a withering glare.

“What does he mean Tim?” She asked eerily calm. Tim eventually shows her the film he took on his phone.

“Are you telling me, you had your phone on the WHOLE time?” Marinette asked, crossing her arms. Ah gave an unimpressed look to the teen before her. Tim shrunk in on himself.

“N-No I uh had this!” He showed her the small device, and he mentally wanted to slap himself. This is tech he’d use as Red Robin!!!!!! And he showed it to an innocent civilian, in his civilian self.

Dick and Jason waited with baited breathe. Their faces remained neutral, but on the inside were panicking as well.

It was at this moment The eldest Wayne entered.

“What did you do now Jason?”

AND SCENE!!! That was chapter... 8!!! Wow can’t believe I made it this far. I hope ya all have a happy holiday!!! Like comment reblog yada yada

#damien x marinette #maribat #damienette #older damian wayne #younger dick grayson #younger jason todd #alfred pennyworth #miraculous ladybug #batman #batfam #rollarcoaster #fanfic #bruce x selina

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infartoomanyfandoms · 4 years ago

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This is so cute!! 😭

A Very Red Christmas in Blood Gulch

I have this scene stuck in my head, sorry if its not super great, its been a long time since I wrote anything decent

Hope you enjoy!

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"Merry Christmas, Sarge!" Donut saluted quickly (and improperly) before shoving a gift bag towards Sarge.

"Appreciated, now where's everyone else?"

"Just coming, sir", simmons wandered into the room with Grif in tow. Simmons was in his undersuit but Grif was still in pyjamas, looking like he'd just rolled out of bed, which he probably had. Lopez came in last.

"Good. Now men, today is the greatest, and reddest, holiday of them all. Christmas! And so we will be celebrating appropriately. Here's your cards."

Sarge quickly handed each of them a card.

"Uhh, where we supposed to be getting gifts? Because I didnt so that", Grif yawned while opening his card.

"Grif, I would expect nothing more than for you to be a disappointment even on the reddest holiday of the year, which is why I entrusted Simmons with buying a gift for me in your name"

Simmons was currently staring at the front of his card with watery eyes. The card said 'Merry Christmas to my Son'.

"....dude, are you crying?" Grif hadnt been moved at all by his own card, which also said son on the front but had a torrent of insults written inside it.

"What, no! Of course not." Simmons quickly dried his eyes and then handed over two gifts to sarge, "Merry Christmas, sir. Thank you for the card."

"Kissas"

"Shut up"

Donut looked over to where lopez was staring at his card, he couldn't really tell how lopez felt about it, because lopez didn't have a face, but luckily Donut was pretty good-ish at reading body language.

"Don't like your card, Lopez? Whats wrong, do you not like Christmas?... ohh, are you Jewish? We shouldn't have assumed"

".......No. No soy judío. Soy un robot."

Donut turned to Lopez, "robots can still celebrate holidays! I heard that Sheila is celebrating," he said teasingly, "I also heard caboose got her a really nice present, you'll have to get her something really good if you're gonna win her heart!"

Lopez didn't say anything but he walked away after few moments.

"Ah young robot love." donut sighed.

"Time to go deliver cards to the blues, men" sarge picked up his gun and another 6 cards before heading out.

"Fine, but I'm not putting clothes on." Grif grumbled before leaving, still in his pyjamas.

Donut grabbed more gift bags and skipped out after them.

Simmons was last to leave, he had taken his card back to his bunk and was just sitting looking at it. It was stupid, he thought, to get so emotional about something as small as a card. But he just couldn't help it, the card and the words on it were the best gift he'd gotten in years. He gave it one last look and smiled before running out to join the others.

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Lopez had joined them on the walk over.

"Did you find a gift for Sheila, Lopez?" Donut asked as they walked.

"Si." Lopez held up a spanner that he'd stuck a red bow on.

"Aww, I bet she'll love it!"

Grif leaned into Simmons. "Whats a tank gonna do with a spanner?" He whispered.

"...why are you asking me?"

They arrived at blue base.

"Hellooo! We're here for Christmas!" Donut yelled.

Church stumbled out of blue base still in his pyjamas.

"Hey, shut the fuck up reds, people are trying to sleep!"

"At 12pm? You're worse than Grif." Simmons responded.

"Not true, I'd get up at 3pm if you'd let me."

Sarge put his gun away and pulled out some cards.

"Alright blue, get the rest of your filthy buddies out here, we've got cards for ya"

"And presents!" Donut added.

"Presents?!" Caboose poked his head out of blue base's entry way, he was already fully dressed in armor.

"Here's yours, caboose!" Donut held out a dark blue gift bag for Caboose who quickly ran over like an excited puppy.

"Oh I love gifts! I got gifts for all of you too! Just wait here and I'll go get them."

"Now wait a minute there blue, I gotta give you your card", sarge handed caboose a card and then tossed another at church.

"I don't celebrate Christmas" church said flatly, bot bothering to open the card.

"Of course you don't, you're a blue and this is a red holiday! Consider this an act of war!" Sarge yelled back.

"Thats not— y'know what, nevermind"

Church wandered back into blue base.

"Tell the rest of your buddies to get out here!" Sarge shouted after him.

Caboose had torn open the his card and was slowly reading through it. His card said 'to my son' like the reds' cards but had 'blue' written in pen above the word son, inside it had a message about how caboose was pretty great for a blue and would always be welcome on red team (if he was willing to give up his blue ways).

"Aww, thank you seargent!" Caboose picked up sarge to big him a big hug, "I like being on blue team, but the card is very very nice."

Sarge tried to look unbothered by the bone crushing hug.

"Dont mention it blue." He crossed his arms, "seriously, never, ever mention it."

Eventually Tex and Tucker stumbled out the base, looking similarly dressed to church.

"Why did Church wake me up just to talk to you guys?" Tucker groaned.

"We brought gifts! For Christmas." Donut held up the gift bags to show them.

"Oh so this Christmas thing is actually a celebration and not just an excuse to get drunk?" Tex joked.

"Seriously, Tex, what planet were you born on that you haven't heard of Christmas before?"

"Earth"

"I dont buy it"

"Ahem!" Sarge interrupted their conversation. "Here."

The two took their cards as well as their gifts from Donut.

"How did you actually get cards that say 'to my enemy' on them?" Tex asked.

"To Minor Junior Private Tucker negative third class— thats not a real rank— have a terrible Christmas, lots of hate, from red seargent of the red army, the greatest army in all of blood gulch." Tucker read his card out. "Gee thanks."

"Your welcome."

"Thanks for the invitation to join red team Sarge but unless your gonna pay me I have to decline." Tex's card had included a very inspiring message about how great things would be if she joined the red team.

"Hey sarge, you want me to pay Tex 300 bucks to join red team?" Simmons asked.

"You clearly don't know my prices."

Caboose came back out the base carrying a pile of haphazardly wrapped gifts.

"I brought my gifts presents, here you go!" Caboose's tossed a gift at each of the reds. Each one was clearly some sort of gift wrapped weapon.

"Thanks.... caboose..." Grif said, looking at what was definitely a hand pistol.

"Oh I love grenades!" Donut said, "thank you caboose, these are perfect."

Caboose grinned.

"Your welcome!"

"Oh! You know what, I've actually been wanting to get a knife for ages," Simmons said, "thanks Caboose."

"Mm. No blue shotgun will ever replace my superior red shotgun, but I... appreciate it," Sarge said reluctantly.

"What did you get, Lopez?" Donut asked.

"Un rifle roto. voy a encontrar a Sheila."

"Huh, hey Caboose did you know that the gun you gave Lopez is broken?"

"Yes."

Tucker looked between caboose and lopez.

"This is getting weird again, I'm going back in."

Tex turned to the reds.

"Well thanks for coming by but we've got our own Christmas stuff to do I assume, see ya"

"Ah yes. I better go too, bye guys! Thanks for the presents, Merry Christmas!" Caboose yelled before running back inside.

"Well that was nice, should we go back?" Donut asked, " I made Christmas snacks and they're ready to eat!"

Why didn't you say so, let's go" Grif turned away and started heading back to red base, going faster than he had on the way there.

They all started heading after him, ready for a day of very-red Christmas celebrations.

Sarge watched his team with a strange warm feeling in his chest.

"Merry Christmas, boys."

#consider this an act of war #texas it IS super great #everyone's so perfectly in character too!!!#you're a really good writer ya know #i really love simmons with his card 🥺🥺🥺#and donut being a wingman for lopez agshdhdjsj #this made me miss sheila #caboose getting them all weapons was so sweet #i love that he gave donut grenades #poor tex 🤣#oh sarge ahahahahshdj #caboose hugging sarge 🥺😭#i love grif #i too would stay in bed to 3pm if I could #dawww i just love sarge being soft #'merry christmas boys' I 😭😭😭#this is all so sweet #thank you for sharing

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Weddings Are Great And All But My Mom Wants You Over For Dinner Tonight

It has been a boring day so far. Deceit was currently typing away on his fifth laptop (his personal one cause the other four are for his “business”). Remus had gotten a last-minute contract from a rather entitled older man who wanted one of his nephews or something killed. So here Deceit was, alone, bored and totally enjoying his day off. And even though he had just planned a “vacation” for them, he couldn’t get rid of the sappy loneliness in his chest. He groaned and shut his laptop because he needed a nap.

He went to their bedroom, a relaxed form of exhaustion seeping into his limbs once he entered the room. He turned his head to where Jekyll and Hyde were. The twin-headed snake was taking a nap after a rather indulgent lunch. Deceit smiled softly at the sweet creature before falling back onto the bed with his arms spread out. As he shut his eyes, he let his mind become passive, letting each thought come and go. With each thought he slowly drifted to that state between consciousness and sleep.

He didn’t know how long he was in this state, but he did know that he was now more on the conscious side. A soft, fond smile graced his lips before he even thought about it. “Hello Remus. How was the hunt today?” he asked.

Just as he thought, an uneven pitched giggle revealed that the crazed man was indeed there. Deceit opened his eyes to meet wide green eyes that were filled with a mischievous joy, the kind of joy a child who stole a toy from a person they didn’t like had. “Boo! I thought I could surprise you this time!” Remus laughed.

“Were you about to jump on me or something?” Deceit asked, raising a brow.

“Yep! You looked so peaceful I thought it would be funny to startle you!”

Remus crawled into bed, still in his lightly bloodied clothes and curled up by Deceit’s side. Deceit moved one of his gloved hands to Remus’s hair and gently scratched the man’s head. Remus let out a low, relaxed noise and snuggled closer.

“Turns out the whole family was in on the kill. They gave me a large tip for not getting the floors bloody!”

Remus paused before laughing.

“Heh! Large tip! Heh heh!”

Deceit rolled his eyes but smiled none the less at the crude joke. He gave a kiss to Remus’s head. Remus perked up and went to go kiss Deceit. Deceit moved his free had to Remus’s mouth to block the kiss.

“Did you dispose of the body?” Deceit asked.

Remus huffed and pouted.

“I did!” “Remus.”

Remus sighed and slumped a little.

“I did not eat the body this time.”

Silence.

“Or anything else from the crime scene.”

“Good boy.” Deceit softly praised.

Remus grinned as Deceit removed his hand and kissed him. Remus immediately and eagerly kissed back. And as usual Remus had to make the kiss filthy the second his lips met Deceit’s. They kissed for a while, enjoying each other’s presence. When they split Deceit decided to tell Remus the news.

“I arranged our little vacation.” Remus grinned and wiggled excitedly, moving Dee with him a little.

“Oh fun! Oh, we can use the blood money to get some things for the trip! Like toys! You know I love take two Ds at once!”

“Damn it Remus.”

——-

“Roman get out of the kitchen.” “What? I just wanted to see what you’re doing! It smells good in here!” “Roman get out of the fucking kitchen I swear to go-don’t touch that!”

“Ow!”

Roman huffed and held the hand Virgil whacked with a wooden spoon. Virgil glared at him and pointed the spoon at him. “Fine, fine! I’ll just go to Patton’s side of the kitchen!” Roman pouted and quickly moved over to where Patton was mixing batter.

Patton giggled as Roman hugged him from behind and peppered his neck and cheek in quick kisses. Roman smiled and looked at where Virgil was making fresh pasta dough.

“You could have this too, but you whacked me with a spoon! Also why are you making fresh pasta when we bought the quick pasta?” Roman had to ask.

Virgil looked at Roman with a deadpan look, stopping the pasta dough making process.

“I’m half Italian Roman. You fucking know this.” He said

“Well sorry for asking. Just figured with the time constraint you put on

Patton laughed again, interrupting

“Your mom makes the best pasta so I’m glad we’re having her recipe!” he praised.

Roman grinned as Virgil blushed and ducked his head down. The argumentative tension instantly vanished. Patton had that kind of amazing power.

“Anyways dear heart, what are you making?” Roman asked Patton, swaying them both gently.

“I asked Imaj what we should have for dessert this time and he asked if we could have brownies tonight so Im making brownies!” Patton replied before tasting the batter.

“Oh fuck yeah.” Virgil said while smiling a little.

The Petrovs love pasta and brownies more than life itself.

Patton and Roman chatted, Virgil putting his input every now and then. They talked about how Ginerva and Rosita were at the store, wondering what they were getting there. Patton brought up how excited his boss, Adam, accepted to come as Patton’s father to the wedding. Adam was Patton’s boss, but the southern man from the Lone Star State was the closest thing to an actual father Patton had. Plus, he paid for Patton’s top surgery out of his own pocket without asking for anything back, so the definitely liked him.

Plus he threatened to shoot them if they ever hurt Patton so..

“Is there anything I can help with?” Roman asked, mainly because he was bored

“No.” “Not really but I’ll let you know!”

Roman placed a kiss on Patton’s cheek before rushing to Virgil and kissing his cheek. He ran out of the kitchen with a laugh as he heard Virgil sputter and went into the living room where Logan was sitting on the couch talking to Missy while Imaj sat near the corner with his ukulele and sheet music.

“-used the blood eagle torture method to sacrifice to Odin and also get rid of people who have no honor in their lives.” Missy was rambling, probably about Vikings.

“You are very knowledgeable about Vikings in..many aspects Missy.” Logan attempted to praise.

It was a little awkward on how it came out but it made the irritable girl grin widely with pride. She pushed her Viking helmet up so it wouldn’t slide over her eyes.

“Well duh.” Is all Missy had to say.

“Hello Tiny! Teaching Logan about Vikings again?” Roman greeted.

Just like that, her smile turned back to her usual irritated frowny face.

“Don’t call me tiny! Im going to rule the freakin world one day! Im not small!” She said, which only made Roman laugh fondly.

He remembered when he had given Missy the nickname. She leapt off the couch and headbutted him in the gut so hard he curled up on the ground. Good..weird...good times.

“And how are you right now Imaj? Still practicing?” Roman asked.

Imaj startled upon hearing his name but he looked at Roman with a soft smile.

“Mhm. I think I got it this time.” He answered quietly.

“Good! Will you be playing it for us sometime soon?”

Just like that, the young teen squeaked with embarrassment and pulled the hood of his hoodie over his head.

“Nooooo..” he quietly whined.

“Alright, alright don’t disappear on me. I’ll leave you alone.”

Roman sat down next to Logan and wrapped his arm around Logan’s shoulders, pulling the nerd closer.

“And how are you my pocket protector?” Roman asked. “I am well as I can be.” Logan replied.

Ah, Logan was nervous cause this was his first actual family dinner (and the first family dinner they’ve had since all four of them got together). It’s taken him a while to work up to this moment, but they were so proud of him.

Still didn’t mean Logan wasn’t nervous about it.

“You’ll be fine mi amor. You know mama and Mrs. Ginerva love you.” Roman reassured.

“I know this, they’ve made it very apparent.” Logan said with a faint hint of a smile.

Roman smiled and leaned in to give Logan a kiss. Logan huffed a laugh and met Roman the rest of the way.

“VIRGIL YOUR BOYFRIENDS ARE BEING GROSS.”

The two men were startled by Missy’s loud shouting.

“I can’t help you right now! Cooking food!” Virgil called back.

“BUT ITS GROSS.” “You’re gross!” “NO YOU AND YOUR BOYFRIENDS ARE GROSS.”

Patton came in, apron gone, and hands washed which meant the brownies were probably in the oven.

“What’s this about being gross kiddo?” he asked. “They’re kissing!” Missy huffed.

“Kissing!” Patton faked a gasp.

Missy nodded and crossed her arms grumpily. Roman watched as Patton came over and put his hands on his hips and gave a disappointed look.

“Boys Im shocked at your behavior. How dare you be kissing-“ Patton then grinned widely. “Without me!” With that Roman’s arms were full of his bubby, kind boyfriend and Logan’s lips were being kissed by said boyfriend. Roman laughed as Missy let out a shriek and stomped to the kitchen. Soon Patton was kissing all over his face to, each kiss slightly ticklish and with an audible “mwah!” sound. They could hear Virgil chuckle from the kitchen. Logan was smiling softly, more relaxed with the ones he cares about near. Patton got up and sat next to the other side of Logan and held his hand tightly.

“I’m happy we’re doing this. I’ve had family dinners before but..they lacked warmth.” Patton admitted.

“That’s one thing our family doesn’t lack is warmth.” Roman said with a grin. “Indeed. You and Virgil have…exceptional mothers.” Logan agreed.

Roman grinned and wrapped around Logan’s shoulders.

“I wasn’t just meaning them my iridescent nebula. You both are part of this family too now.”

“Awwww Roman!!!” Patton squealed.

The sound of the front door opening interrupted anything else that could have been said.

“Booooooys! Missy! We’re hoooome!” Roman’s mother, Rosita sing-songed

“Hi Miss Rosita! Hi Miss Ginerva!” Patton called back.

Rosita giggled and came into the living room.

“Dawww I hope you weren’t mentally scarring poor little Imaj over there.” She said.

Oh shit Imaj has just been sitting there quietly. The thing about that kid besides having almost crippling anxiety is he could disappear from people’s view despite being there.

“Don’t worry Rosita. I don’t mind.” Imaj softly said with a smile. “This is why you’re my favorite.” Roman said.

Immediately there was a loud, high pitched angry “WHAT?” from the kitchen.

Rosita grinned and bent down to kiss Patton’s cheeks, the usual greeting she gives loved ones. Patton giggled and held onto her arms as she went “Mwah!” with the two kisses. She then bent down and did the same to Logan. His face went red as Roman’s varsity jacket, but he sat still and allowed her to do so, because he honestly didn’t hate it. He’s never had any form of parental love and he once admitted he liked the affection the mothers gave him.

“I’m so glad you both are here today. Our first dinner as a whole family!” Rosita cheerily said.

Roman grinned at his loves. They looked happy. Things were normal. This family was normal.

“Well hello my dears. Patton, thank you for making dessert.” Virgil’s mother, Ginerva said as she too entered the living room, holding two rather thick books in her hands.

“It’s no problem! I love baking! Plus, a meal isn’t complete without a sweet!” Patton said.

Ginerva smiled. Then she held up the book with a mischievous glint in her eye.

“Would you like to see some baby pictures after dinner?” she asked.

“Oh my gosh YES!” Patton squealed.

“Absolutely.” Logan agreed, his own grin on his face.

Roman gulped.

Maybe this was a horrible idea.

———-

“Going to the sex store~ We’re going to the sex store~” Remus sang, unashamed as they walked through the mall.

People glared at them as Remus walked next to Deceit, arms swinging back and forth happily. Deceit has once thought maybe he should stop Remus. Here’s the thing though.

He didn’t give a fuck.

These poor bastards can deal with Remus happily singing the lewdest things for a small portion of their lives, even if they weren’t going to the sex store.

A mother gasped, offended and covered her child’s ears.

“Shame on you!” she shrilled.

Deceit flipped her off with both of his hands while Remus held his index finger and middle finger in a V formation in front of his mouth, wiggling his tongue in between the fingers with a wicked grin. The mother shrieked in horror.

Deceit laughed as they left her. However, Remus grabbed his wrist and yanked him back to where Remus was.

“I want that.” Remus said, pointing into an arcade.

Inside the arcade was a claw machine with many stuffed animals. On top of the animal pile was a plush green octopus with tiny black eyes.

“I’m not wasting my money on a rigged game,” Deceit said.

“But Deeeeeeee!” Remus whined.

“that’s why I’m not going to.” Deceit continued, holding up a wallet that totally was his.

Remus grinned widely and held Deceit’s hand as they planned to spend every pound of an asshole’s money.

————

Dinner was good, as usual. Virgil was a phenomenal cook and every dish he made was some of the best Roman’s had (he wont tell mama that though). He blushed as they complimented him.

“This is yummy! What is this called again?” Patton asked.

“Bucatini all’Amatriciana. It’s nothing.” Virgil replied, eyes averted and blush on cheeks.

“I have no idea how to pronounce that but I love it! Logan loves it! Roman does too!”

Roman will deny he was shoveling the pasta into his mouth messily ‘til the day he dies. It never happened. No way. Thankfully he wasn’t the only messy eater in the family, for Missy was doing the same thing, but messier.

“You did good. I’m proud of you.” Ginerva praised with a soft smile.

“Whatever.” Virgil said, faint smile on his face at his mother’s praise.

“So how is the wedding coming along?” Rosita asked with a smile. “We found a venue. It has a garden area that looked rather appealing to us so we’re planning the ceremony will be there. The reception will be inside.” Logan found himself effortlessly saying to Rosita.

Roman was so proud of him and judging by Virgil and Patton’s smiles they felt the same.

Imaj smiled, looking a bit excited at all this wedding talk.

“I like gardens. They’re quiet and yet they’re lively.” He said, his approval and delight making the four men internally sigh in relief.

“Fuck gardens.” Missy grumbled as she stuffed pasta in her mouth.

“Marietta Ursa Petrov, you will not swear at this table. Do it again and you’ll be grounded.” Ginerva warned sternly

Missy huffed but nodded, shoving more pasta to get everyone’s eyes off her. Ginerva turned to Virgil with stern eyes as well.

“You too Mister. I know what a mouth you have.” “Yes mom.”

Roman snickered at the scolding.

“Oh! Remy got us measured for our wedding outfits a few weeks ago!” Patton cheerily said, changing the topic.

“Im so jealous of you boys. Friends with a famous fashion designer and won’t even get me a dress.” Rosita teased.

Roman chuckled.

“Mama he’d freak if he got to make you something. He’s our very own Edna Mode.” He said.

“Good to know! He better not hit me with a rolled-up newspaper or have heavy security in his studio.”

Yeah dinner was nice, but afterwards was downright embarrassing. You see, Roman was convinced Miss Ginerva forgot about the baby pictures. He was so wrong.

Logan and Patton sat on both sides of Ginerva as she pointed to pictures. “-on that Halloween I tried to get Virgil to be a cat or a witch or even Wednesday Addams. Whenever I’d propose an idea, he’d pout. He insisted he wanted to be Elton John for that Halloween, specifically Elton in the Im Still Standing video.”

And for sure there was a picture of a small Virgil standing next to Roman, who was dressed as Hercules from Disney’s Hercules in Elton’s iconic outfit. On the other side of Virgil was a kid dressed as a garbage can who looked almost exactly like Roman.

As embarrassed as he was, Roman smiled to see the picture of Remus, back when the three of them were the best of friends. Innocent.

“Oh, and this picture didn’t turn out the way we wanted it. Rosita sneezed so the boys started crying.”

“I’ve said I’m sorry at least once a year since then Ginerva! Get over it!” Patton giggled at the picture of Virgil in the middle of Roman and Remus in a purple onesie crying. Roman was in a red striped overalls outfit sitting up and crying just as hard. Remus was in the same outfit but green and he fell back as he cried. It was adorable.

“Mom please stop.” Virgil weakly pleaded, hood pulled over his face.

“Hush. They need to see these.” Ginerva said with a laugh.

They avoided pictures of Virgil’s father, who just up and left one day to go back home to Russia without a word. A slightly angry aura surrounded her, but she pushed on.

“Oh, this is Rosita’s favorite!” Ginerva pointed out.

“Is it the play time one? Oh my goodness I love that one so much! Their chubby cheeks and tiny hands aaah!” Rosita squealed with a grin, getting up from the armchair and hurrying over.

“Mama stoooop.” Roman groaned.

Logan gave Roman a look that suggested yes, this was indeed blackmail material. Roman flipped him off, only to be whapped lightly from his mother.

Damn you Logan.

The photo had a “castle” made from cardboard boxes. Inside the castle was a grumpy, if not bored looking Virgil with a plastic princess tiara on his head and a bright pink princess dress over his black sweater. Roman had a plastic crown and pointed a foam sword at Remus, who had devil horns and fairy wings on. That was the closest they could get to a dragon.

Rosita smiled wide, but it held a small bit of sadness. Roman knows, cause he feels the same way.

“Ugh this one?” Virgil grumbled, looking over.

“You guys are adorable! I love your princess costume!” Patton cooed. “It was Roman’s.”

Roman laughed nervously and rubbed the back of his neck.

“CUUUUUTE!”

Rosita was telling the story about that day, but Roman found he wasn’t listening. He just stared at Remus in the photo, his grin wide and his hands bared like claws. His eyes filled with his usual mischief. He always wanted to be the villain or the monster. He remembered a time when Remus built a city out of blocks and toy cars and proceeded to stomp through it and making monster sounds, making Roman laugh at his brother’s silliness as he altered between making noises or pretending to be the shrill voice citizens of the town either being afraid or just saying the weirdest thing like “Dang it I left my pudding at home and now my pants are on fire!”.

Memories came rushing. The times they tried to do a secret handshake but could never remember the steps. The times they slept over at Virgil’s home with red and green matching pajamas and sleeping bags. The times they’d fight over the last homemade churro and forced to split it and apologize. When Remus would come to him when he had horrible nightmares of terrible actions his mind told him to do and he’d cry while hugging Roman tightly, who would cry cause his twin was sad. The gap-toothed grin Remus would give him as they planned to do some mischief and even sometimes dragging Virgil into it. Their red and green “brothership” bracelets they wore until they broke.

“Im going to the bathroom. Don’t start dessert without me!” Roman suddenly blurted out, leaving the room and rushing quickly up the steps to the upstairs bathroom farthest away from the stairs.

He locked the door and turned the fan on. He let out a shuddered gasp and pressed his back against the wall.

“You’re fine Roman. You’re fine. You’re with your family, your loves are enjoying themselves. Don’t ruin this for them. You’re fine.”

Suddenly a sob escaped his lips. He couldn’t stop it. Oh god he was a horrible person. A fraud.

He was the one that abandoned the other two members of their little musketeer group just for some ill-deserved attention by horrible people.

He was the one who pushed his brother away, insulting him and ignoring him when Remus didn’t understand what he did wrong.

He was the reason Remus was gone, never able to attend his wedding, to see his loves or be part of their growing family and instead out there doing who knows what. Was he even still alive?

His loves had poor choice in men, since they were marrying him.

His mother was a fool to love him because he was a horrible son.

His fault.

His fault!

A knock interrupted his thoughts.

“Hijo I know you’re in there.”

It was his mom.

“I’m fi-“

“Open the door Roman.” She said, usual sass or warmth in her voice gone.

Roman gulped and unlocked the door. He opened it for his mother to come in. She stepped inside and locked the door behind her.

“Roman, my sweet baby.” She cooed comfortingly and cupped his face, which was wet with tears. “Lo siento mama. Lo siento!” he sobbed, burying his face in her shoulder.’

She stroked his hair as he sobbed and shushed him softly. He gripped her white blouse and sobbed, feeling like a child again, guilty for doing something wrong.

“Lo siento. I’m sorry! I’m sorry for everything. I’m sorry for turning those pictures into sad memories!” he cried.

It felt like a million eyes were glaring at him, a phantom hand was gripping his throat. Harsh voices whispered his guilt over and over and over until he was dizzy.

“Hijo it’s not your fault.” She whispered.

“But mama it is! I’m the reason he’s gone! I’m the reason family dinners feel so empty! I’m the reason I split our family apart!”

“Roman.”

Rosita’s stern voice made him push back to look at her. Her green eyes stared into his blue ones, filled with tears, but held a strong determination and a love he could never comprehend.

“Roman, it’s not your fault. Yes, you’ve made some mistakes, but it’s not your fault.” She said firmly, wiping his tears away with her thumbs.

She sighed shakily and frowned, which was never a good look on his usually happy mother.

“It’s mine.” “Mama how could y-“ “It’s mine because I didn’t do anything. I didn’t guide you to make better decisions back then, like a mother should.”

Roman’s lip wobbled, god he was an ugly crier.

“It’s my fault that I was so focused on fixing Remus because I was scared for him that I didn’t even think about how he felt or wanted. Yes, your brother’s actions were troubling, deeply so, but I did nothing to help him. I did nothing to understand or support him. And now, its my fault for having you endure so much guilt.”

It was quiet for a bit. Too quiet.

“You may never stop feeling that guilt, and I’m sorry. I’m sorry you carried this with you for so long. But honey, I’m so proud of you!” Rosita said with a wobbly grin.

“What?” Roman shakily asked.

“I’m proud of you for standing up for yourself and making a change. I’m proud of you for making things right with Virgil. I’m proud of you for being such a hard worker, and an amazing dreamer. I’m so proud of you for being a kind and determined man who puts everything into what he does.”

“And honey, I’m proud of you for being a good lover. For being true to yourself even though its scary. I’m proud of you for saving Patton from those god-awful people and supporting Logan during this dinner cause I know he was nervous. I’m proud that you and Virgil and Patton and Logan love each other so much. That despite polyamorous marriage not being legal here, you all said fuck it, cause love conquers everything.”

Roman whimpered before sobbing again. He may never get over the guilt, but with time he can move on. He was so fortunate to have people who he loves with all his heart, and they love him with theirs. He had the best family and the best friends, even if it was hard to see that at times.

He had the best mother.

————

“Why don’t we break it?” “Remus we need to remain as anonymous as we can.” “Boo!” “Do you want this octopus or not?”

It was their last dollar out of like, three hundred. They took a break ‘cause they got hungry, but they came right back. Remus watched, eyes looking between the claw of the machine game and his love’s concentrated and yet frustrated face. He looked like he was about to scream “YOU LOSE! Good DAY SIR!” in a shrill tone. The claw once again picked up the green octopus. Its floppy tentacles hang limp as the claw started to slowly move over to the little dispenser chute. It suddenly slipped through the claw’s metal arms.

“NO!” they both almost screamed.

Ah, but a miracle has happened! One of the octopus’s tentacles was caught on the claw! The claw moved over the chute and dropped the plushie down into it. “YEAH!” Remus cheered, hearing a startled yelp from someone.

—————

Roman came down with his mom, face clean and no longer blotchy. He smiled as he saw his family still sitting downstairs. They turned to him and Patton grinned, looking relieved. Logan and Virgil just stared at him like he had done something stupid.

“Dude I can’t believe you got your hand stuck in the faucet drain. What were you doing?” Virgil asked.

Roman turned to Rosita, who grinned. Oh, his mom made up an excuse to check on him, which was nice, but still that’s embarrassing. He came up with a lie to not seem like too much of an idiot.

“I was washing my hands when one of mama’s earrings she left by the sink went down the drain! I had to rescue it! It was her favorite pair!”

“Well now that you rescued the earring, we were gonna have brownies and watch Frozen 2! Interested?” Patton proposed.

“Definitely!”

Roman felt so much better. He sat down on the couch with Virgil pressed against his side and Logan’s head on his shoulder. Patton came back with brownies for everyone and gave Roman a peck on the lips as he gave Roman his treat. Rosita and Ginerva argued over how Disney Plus worked, only for Logan to instruct them carefully. As Ginerva got the movie set up, Imaj sat down on the floor with his knees drawn up in between Patton and Virgil, happily nibbling on his brownie. Missy walked over and crawled into Roman’s lap, still looking irritated, but there was a shy plush on her face. He decided not to say anything and just ruffled her hair. She smiled a bit at that. Then, she grinned a mischievous grin that reminded him of when Virgil jump scared them as a vampire last Christmas and..someone he used to know.

“I hope Olaf dies.” She said.

Patton and Rosita gasped in horror as Virgil laughed loudly.

———-

“What are you going to name it?” Deceit asked Remus.

Remus looked at the cute octopus in his hands.

“Can Mr. Squishyboo join your tea party Roman?”

“Yeah, but he can’t poison the tea this time! Ms. Fluffybottom got sick last time!” “Fiiine. Then you can’t call him a squid. He’s an octopus!”

Remus smiled softly down at the octopus’s happy little face.

“Squishyboo jr.” he said.

“Oh thank god. I thought you were going to name it hentai.” Deceit sighed.

“Oh! His full name is Squishyboo jr Hentai Lokir!” Remus laughed loudly.

“Do not use my last name for your stuffed animal.” Deceit huffed.

Remus giggled and kissed his love’s forehead. They walked hand in hand out of the arcade, past Pac-man games and children giggling and playing ski-ball. They were near the entrance when a man with a pink Sailor Moon T-shirt stopped them for a moment.

“Oh my stars I love your Invader Zim crop top sir!” he said, Irish accent prominent.

“Thank you! I love your anime titty lady!” Remus greeted back as they left, Deceit snickering and squeezing his hand with affection.

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The man just blinked for a moment before noticing his phone was ringing. He smiled and answered it.

“Heeeey babe! How’s your like, family reunion going?” a voice spoke from the other end.

“ ‘ello Remy. Its going fine! Mum, Mama and Dad want you to come next year!”

“Maybe I will go. Like, making wedding stuff is okay, but like, when its for your friends, it sucks. Like, I know im the best bitch in this business, but it has to be so perfect they cry.”

“You are the best Remy. They wouldn’t ask you if you weren’t”

A laugh on the other end.

“This is why I love you Emile, my little piece of Picani pie.”

Emile Picani giggled.

“So, what are you doing now?”

“I’m about to set a high score on the DDR machine. I saw they had some Miku songs and I wanted to try them!”

“Fuck yeah Miku. Hey, face time me so I can see you like, totally shame on everyone’s scores.”

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avellanas-nutty-empire · 4 years ago

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Silent Love Part 5

Muahahahaha!!! Have food, my children

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy

Pairing: Axel x Irish!OC

Time and Place: Spring, 1990 San Patricio

Summary: 1087 words of smol angst before kitty fluff

I’m purposely limiting your knowledge in this chapter, so please hang tight and wait for more to be revealed in later parts! Also FYI for those of you curious, the name Aoife is pronounced like Eva but with an F instead of a V. so like Efa. I hope that explanation makes sense!

A soft melody drifts through the room as you hum to the sleepy baby in your arms, rocking her gently. Poor thing... you think to yourself solemnly before setting the child down in her crib.

"Kelly?" Levi calls out through the door, knocking on it lightly.

"Yes? Come in" You respond, moving towards the bed where a pile of clean clothes lay. The young boy steps into the room timidly, fidgeting with the hem of his clothes and tapping his feet on the ground.

"Can I see Senaid?" He finally asks shyly. You nod your head, motioning to the crib as you pick up a garment to start folding. The young lad quickly makes his way over, slowing down right before gently placing his hands on the railing to look down at the sleeping baby. “She's so little...” Levi marvels at the little creature as a set of feet walk outside the door. “It's hard to imagine she just came out of thin air”

“Especially the thin air part” Sean butts into the conversation, entering your room without permission. You glare at him for his utter rudeness as he glances at the crib with menace in his eyes.

“Now Sean, I would expect that kind of behavior from an american but not from a fellow irish folk” He manages to cut you off before your next sentence.

“And that thing had no right coming into our lives-” In a bout of frustration, you slam your activity down and stand up to leave.

“Let's let her sleep now, Levi” The young boy looks over with a confused look between the two of you as you brush past Sean and make your way down the hallway to the first floor.

“Is it because Aoife's gone now?” He questions, turning his attention up at the taller man. “I miss her too... but she's not completely gone!” Sean pushes himself off the doorframe he was leaning on and marches down the stairs after you in the middle of the boy's words.

“Yeah. Her salve she left with you, Kelly. And you waste it on that man twice! You waste all of your energy on that thing that has no right replacing her!” He raises his voice. Good thing the pub isn't open currently.

“Hey, Levi. How would you like to meet someone your age?” You ask the boy, trying to change the subject while you sort through and organize everything on the bar. His face lights up with excitement as he responds.

“Can I really?!? Who are they, when can I meet them! How long have they been here?” He blurts out his questions with energy.

“She's swedish and doesn't speak hardly any english yet, but she's very interested in dancing-” You respond only to be cut off again.

“Oh, no not that girl you saved!” Sean expresses his grief on the matter with anguish in his voice. “You were serious? How are they supposed to get along if they don't speak the same language. Customs are different there, Kelly. There’s a number of things wrong with this-!” He exasperated, running his hands through his short black hair.

“You know what's wrong Sean?” You snap at him, venom filling your words as you harshly place a cup onto the counter with a clang. “Politeness over honesty is an Irish custom. Aoife left the child with me. Not you. Whatever your griefs are, you had no right to barge into my room and conversation earlier!” Instead of quipping back instantly, Sean closes his mouth for a moment to look anywhere but at you.

“...your heart is too big for your own good, Kelly. You are going to get burned - and I'm not going to collect your ashes"

"Are you gonna collect your sound waves then? Cause your spreading them all over the building like wildfire!" You angrily open up a cupboard to grab a bowl. "Get a grip, Sean. Before there's nothing left to grab" You take an empty pitcher and begin filling it with water, and start speaking in a more calm voice. "Now if you'll excuse me, there's a stray cat outside needing clean water to drink" When the pitcher's full, you shut the tap off and make your way out the back exit to the trash bins.

The cool night air hits your face, and you take a moment to absorb it and calm down from the previous argument. You close your eyes and let out a sigh, then continue making your way over to the cat's favorite spot in the alley. Rounding the trash bins however, you see the swedish man kneeling in front of the cat giving it Pat’s. "Dawww" You let out a fond sound as you go to kneel next to him, setting down the bowl and pouring the water in.

"You... sad?" Axel speaks up, looking at you. You look up surprised at him, setting down the now empty pitcher to run your hands over the cat.

"Well..." You start sheepishly. "Maybe" At your response Axel looks down at the cat drinking your water, to your hands on the cat, then back up at your face.

"...your...friend no help?" He asks, referring to the friend you mentioned who's family runs the pub.

"...my friend is dead" Your hands droop into your lap, and the cat nudges them in protest. “She liked medicine. Made the salve I used, actually” When you do not give more Pat's, the cat runs against Axel for attention. Soon enough his hands have returned to the brown furry body.

"My brothers.... also dead" he Scratches the cat's chin solemnly, your eyes soften in his direction with a smile. “Liked... animals, and cleaning” You let out a small giggle at this, reaching over to scratch the cat's bottom.

“And what do you like?” You question with more warmth and happiness in your voice.

“...Cooking” He decided to respond. “You?”

“I like... helping. This cat doesn't have a home, so I'll give her water and food”

“Name?” Axel questions, gesturing to the creature he was petting.

“Hmm... Don't know. You have an idea?”

“...looks like wood” Axel comments on account of her brown tortoiseshell fur.

“How about... Mahogany? It's a type of wood. She kinda looks like it I think”

“Ma...hoo...gann..dee?” He attempts to pronounce the word.

“Yeah... Mahogany” You say, pronouncing the word slower for him.

“Mahogany... I like it” You smile back at him, glad the word isn't too hard for him to pronounce. Forget what Sean thinks, Aoife’s salve is not wasted on this man.

#Silent Love TUA #the swedes #avellanahablando #axel the swedes #tua axel #axel the umbrella academy #axel x oc

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stitchwitchsapprentice · 4 years ago

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Fullmetal Alchemist Liveblog Ep.6

Fullmetal Alchemist Liveblog Ep. 6: The Alchemy Exam

Okay, I think I just figured out that when Al has his "law of Equivalent Exchange" opening, we're in the past... possibly meaning this whole thing has a frame story, beginning with the 2st two episodes (though scene 1 of Ep. 3 being part of that frame seems like a weird set-up...) Anyway, I feel stupid.

You know what would be interesting? If their father had the Philosopher's Stone... of course, there's not enough information to make an actual call on that right now, but if I were *plotting* this story, and only had come up with what I had seen so far, I would be considering it.

Ed screaming and getting bowled over by a dog is hilarious, and I'm guessing now that this dog is going to be super big and super friendly--one of those dogs that's half as big as a full grown man and wags its whole body.

Upsides to having your soul attached to a suit of armor #11: "Bigger Brother is very strong."

I can't decide who I like more... the four year old or the dog

I wonder if Tucker regrets the chimera he made.

Ed's love of books is kind of adorable.

Daww, Ed is so sad that Al can't eat.

Dawww, Al is basically acting like the older brother and having to take care of Ed. It's too much! I can't! I Can't!

"Let's hope the dog didn't think he was a hydrant." lol

Le gasp! Snow! Dawwww! They're going to get to pretend their kids for a while!

Did Ed forget his own birthday?

"You're stomach's a melon!" Okay Ed, let's cover a few things: First of all, that's what we call "pregnant." It means there's a baby growing inside her. Your mom probably looked kind of like that before you were born. Second of all, it's not very polite to say things like that. Lol, I love it when the super smart people are super dumb about ordinary shit. (And yes, I know that he didn't actually think her stomach was a melon)

Lol them freaking out by her asking if they want to feel the baby kick is hilarious too.

"it's here." "the tea?" "the baby dumbass!" And now all the male characters have been reduced to absolute idiots.

I hope this isn't a die-in-childbirth situation.

Nope. It looks like it's just going to be two very smart idiots and a little girl learning how to be midwives. Now I want to watch Call the Midwife, though it is not nearly this hilarious. Nor do people's faces look like that. lolol

Ah! Ed already doesn't need a transmutation circle. *That* is what will make him the fullmetal alchemist. But why? At least they don't know either.

lol Ed. "I'm not touching baby stuff!"

"It's all thanks to you kids. I couldn't have done it without the other birthday boy and his friends." "We didn't do anything." You certainly screamed a lot. Possibly more than the baby.

I love how characters like Ed freak out when a baby is being born, but then once it happens, they're like, "omg! It's so amazing!"

Poor Al misses his body! Dawww!

I love the image of Al sitting in that tiny little chair... well, tiny for him.

"You boys have a plan, right?" "Yes! Of course we do!" (Has no plan at all.)

I want to see Al pretend he's a talking dog! Alphonse, Alexander... they both shorten to Al.

Whenever I hear "colonel Mustang," I think for a moment they're going to say "Colonel Mustard."

This reminds me a lot of the Magicians.

Hurm. Why doesn't he want Al to pass the test?

Annnd... more of Ed being as dramatic as possible....

Dawwww! Al doesn't remember what it feels like to touch things! I'm going to cry! Wahhh!!!!!

Okay, Nina is the cutest. And can we talk about how she's still wearing the flower crown they made her?

So Al's going to pass the test by saving alchemist 1 from being killed by alchemist 2's creation.

Okay, his lack of a need for a transmutation circle is somehow connected to his putting his hands together... like... he is the circle itself. I mean... that would explain the name. Is it the wires connected to the nerves in his body, or what?

Okay, this was definitely my favorite episode so far.

Predictions:

They're not going to both get their bodies back. This whole story is about sacrifice, and it's going to be too big a sacrifice.

Questions:

Why doesn't Ed need a transmutation circle?

(I hope we get an actual answer at some point.) And for good measure...

Why is he called the fullmetal alchemist?

#fullmetal alchemist #liveblog #first time watching

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[Where My Twin Watches]: Full Metal Alchemist Brotherhood Episode 29

Quick moment to check out last episode for a post-credits scene, seems Gluttony’s just a bit worn out from the fight. Uncle- [Uncle]: “There’s no need to worry. You’re not my son.” Proceeds to rip out Gluttony’s Stone

Leto! Ok, so Gluttony’s out of the picture. Uncle says he’ll bring him back later with all his memories (including getting Kali Ma’d?). Last time: We had a semi-family reunion, the Protagonists faced the Dragon just a little too early in the story, and Ling got a personality change. Onwards!

Envy’s gone back to his humanoid form, and is walking the Elrics to an elevator. So after everything that’s happened, Uncle is just letting them go? I mean sure, they can’t really do anything against him right now, but talk about a blow to your pride. “I am so far above you that even after you invade my inner sanctum, I’ll have a minion walk you to the door.” Oh yeah, Uncle DNGAF about any “threat” from the Elrics; they got shown to an elevator that goes directly to Central Command, and the first thing that Envy says is that they look filthy and takes them to the showers. The brothers take the time to update each other, including the good news that Al’s body is (more or less) ok. Now they’re even closer to getting it back! Aha! Called it, Shao May is hanging out on Al’s shoulder, which means that May Chang is there too! Close your eyes little ones, Al’s not decent! Wait, just May? Then how did Scar get away? Pffft! Ok, no sympathy for Envy. That’s what happens when you barge into the bathroom, dude. Episode 29 - “Struggle of the Fool” Freshened up, Envy shows the Elrics to their new babysitter Wrath. You may know him better as King Bradley, your Fuhrer? The Goth’s having tea with a very annoyed Colonel Mustang, who breaks the news that the rest of the Conspiracy have been shuffled all across Amestris. No “practically” about it, Wrath is holding them hostage. So we’ve got the two Protagonists and their strongest ally in a room with only one Goth who’s not even fully armed. But if any Goth can be confident they can handle those odds, it’s Wrath. Oh crap, be quiet May! Play it cool, Elrics! While the Soul Armor fakes a cough Ed confronts Wrath, demands answers. Wrath just calmly tells him to sit down and shut up, stop digging any deeper. He’s “important”, after all. Ed’s not having any of it, throws aside his watch and resigns as a State Alchemist. Swears he’ll warn the others- [Wrath]: “What was that lovely young girl’s name again? Ah yes. It’s Winry Rockbell.”

Now really Ed, how did you think that Wrath was going to respond? He already did the subtle “look at me having tea with your friend” method, since that didn’t seem to work he’s putting it plainly: shut up or Winry pays the price. What else can Ed do, but take the watch back? Oh well, at least Wrath oh so graciously agrees to let them keep searching for a way to restore their bodies, and tolerates Roy’s ambition to climb the ranks. Not like it matters to him, anyway. They’re free to g SWEET LETO WHAT THE FUCK NO NO NO NO what Wrath just shanked Al went right through his armor but no blood how no blood tried to kill little girl how he miss did May dodge or what how Whew! Ok, while the Elrics have a little freakout we see that the Mays were hiding in Al’s legs. Way too close! The brothers just bummed some spare change from Roy (phone call?) and ran off, he’s off to find Riza. Hey, The Mighty Armstrong! And Riza’s still around, good. She’ll be tied up working for Wrath now, but at least they’re all still around. Winry! She gets a call from Ed and immediately assumes that he’s broken his automail again. To be fair, that does seem to be the precedent. He’s calling- ...well, he’s calling from that DAMNED PHONEBOOTH WHY DID YOU HAVE TO SHOW THAT LETO-FORSAKEN PLACE AGAIN AAAAARGH anyways Ed’s calling Winry to make sure she’s safe, no creeps hanging around the shop. Dawww, she’s speaking softly and twirling the cord and it’s sweet and cute and she has no freaking idea what’s going on aaargh. AAARGH it’s Greed! Dude’s just leaning against the Booth, chides them for their desperate worry that makes them so easy to manipulate. Shock and terror! But he’s not here to fight, just pass on a piece of cloth. “Your pal” asked him to pass it on? Hmmm, now why would Greed agree to pass on a memento for his host? He doesn’t get anything out of it, after all. He just claims that he has more class than using this as a trap and that he doesn’t fight women. And he never tells a lie? Man, Greed is really playing up the Noble Demon personality here, following his own code. And he’s off, with his new catchphrase of “It’s still Ling!” Very dramatic mid-episode pictures of Colonel Mustang and Doc Marcoh. So is he showing up this episode? Hey, Scar! So while May hid in Al’s armor I guess Scar just booked it out of there under the cover of steam. He’s still in the sewers killing monsters, when he runs into a familiar voice. Hey Doc! Gonna patch up the Ishvalan? Yes yes, he’s the serial killer Scar, but right now he’s your best chance at- [Marcoh]: *Mad laughter* “My God! This must be fate! I’m the Alchemist responsible for the extermination of your people!” Um. A) Probably not the best thing to say to your potential rescuer, and B) I remember there being quite a few more Alchemists involved in the Civil War. Back on the surface it seems the other Doctor (sorry I can never remember your name dude) is diagnosing May with a mild concussion, she just needs a bit of bed rest. Speaking off, dude is ticked that our heroes are treating his place as a hospital. Seriously, where’s he supposed to sleep?!

Speaking of injured, Lan Fan should probably not be out of bed right now, but she’s worried about Ling. Yeah, about that… Al passes on the message. He’s written that he found a Philosopher’s Stone? Well, he’s not lying. Greed’s up on top of Central, looking out over the city when Wrath comes up to have a word. Greed crows about having a royal body, how Ling just let him take over his body. Wrath derides the boy for his political ideals, all “caring for the people” as if they mattered- [LING]: ”Shut the hell up! Don’t underestimate humans!” HA! Called it again! And oh my Leto that wide-eyed look of delicious surprise on Wrath’s face! Oooooh, this is so satisfying. Ling’s still there, surviving in his body and capable of taking even the slightest bit of control. And this is being revealed to Wrath, the guy who was made a Goth like Ling was and doesn’t even know if his surviving soul is the original. The strength of will to exist alongside a Goth? That’s something that he may very well have not have. In your face! Roy, Riza and The Mighty Armstrong are crammed into a car as Roy breaks the news about the Fuhrer. The Mighty Armstrong is shaking with fury at the reveal, how he’s only wanted to protect his fellow people but now knows that he serves a monster. Roy remarks that he could resign, that he would suffer knowingly serving with his disposition. The Mighty Armstrong- Ah. It’s a flashback to Ishval, Mustacheless-Armstrong cradling the corpse of an Ishvalan child in his arms and crying out about how wrong the war is. His CO just dismisses him for disobeying an order and moves on. Armstrong is left kneeling in the dust with the body, we get the intro image of him crying at the wrongness of the war. In the present Armstrong grits out how he’s been haunted by his decision ever since, how he hates himself for giving up his beliefs to follow orders back then. Now? The Mighty Armstrong faces the choice once again, and refuses to run away again. Roy? Well, he calmly remarks about how he straight up told the Fuhrer that he wasn’t going to give up his ambitions, and that Wrath was apparently eager to reveal his true nature. To clue Roy into knowing even he has a commander? Wrath really is treating this as a test for Roy, isn’t he? Roy’s just happy to have another fight like with Lust, to live fighting monsters. Back to Lan Fan, who’s been updated about Ling. And of course she just blames herself for failing to be the perfect bodyguard. Welp, time for a new arm! You know an engineer, right? Al knows That Look all too well from the past, agrees to introduce Lan Fan when she’s got her strength back. Time to get some food oh hi May! Shouldn’t you be resting? Wait why did Lan Fan react in shock to that name? Gah, kunai! May, why are you trying to kill Lan Fan? Unless… Ha! For the third time this episode, called it! May Chang is actually the Chang heiress, 17th daughter of the Emperor, Princess May Chang. Oh yeah, they are totally going to throw down. May wants to stop her competition for the secret of immortality, Lan Fan wants to protect her Lord, and even Al can’t calm them down from their duel. This is gonna [PISSED OFF DOCTOR]: ”WHAT THE HELL DO YOU TWO THINK YOU’RE DOING?!” *Slams bowls onto their heads* [POD]: “You’re supposed to be resting in bed!” [May]: “Quit trying to interfere with the affairs of our-” [POD]: “I DON’T CARE ABOUT THE AFFAIRS OF YOUR COUNTRY, DUMBASS!!!”

So after the Doc shuts down ‪the clash‬ of the clans, he gets Al to help him clean up around the place. And geez, I may not have the tidiest room but that has got to be a health hazard. Al comes across a picture of the Doc’s family, and given this show’s focus on that subject obviously doesn’t like hearing that Doc doesn’t talk to his wife and son. He’s seen the other side of that. Back outside, it seems Ed’s back to patching up damage around town with his restored Alchemy. Some MPs remark that they had some other Alchemists were called in earlier that day, but their Alchemy just so happened to not work. Looks like Uncle’s Anti-Transmutation Field reached a bit further than just that room. Ed’s walking along later, thinking about that poor soul he had to sacrifice to get them out of the Stomach. But along with that, even when they were depowered by Uncle Scar and May were still able to fight. A weakness in Alchemy that’s not in Alkahestry, that if he can learn may help him get Al’s body back, and “take down that bearded bastard.” But first, he needs to give Roy his gun back. Credits! Post credits: Oh hello, the song’s been cutting off at Winry greeting the sunrise, but now it continued to Central at night and faded as it went down to Uncle’s Mancave. Uncle’s sitting in his as Doc Marcoh explains how the Goths made him make a Stone using the lives of the Ishvalans OK THAT’S GROSS did not need to see a little baby Gluttony crawling out of Uncle’s robe. Meanwhile Marcoh’s telling Scar he’s being used in another plan that may cause genocide, begs for the murderer to kill him. Guh. I mean, Scar’s whole deal is that he’s been an avenging killer striking down those who murdered his people, but after seeing Winry and learning that the instigator was Envy he has a chance to stop, to change. To go from that to Marcoh kneeling and begging for death, saying that his appearance is like a god? Scar is not happy.

#wmtw #where my twin watches #full metal alchemist #full metal alchemist brotherhood #fmab #fmab 29

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