#edyn drabbles

[quek-a-sketch]

New People On Board

"There's new people on board"

Chip bangs his head on the table he was tucked under, carving his new name in with a knife, at his sister's words.

"For real?" He asks crawling out from under the table, rubbing his head.

She nods, "yeah Finn brought them"

"Finn's back?"

"Yep" she says, popping the p.

"What're they like? Tough??-"

"Blue.. like Finn but way younger, ones really little"

"Like kid little?"

"Yeah"

Chip and Lizzie stare at each other for a while

"There's another kid on board, a blue one" chip says

Lizzie nods and a grin blossoms across chips face "oh I've gotta go see this"

And he starts taking off toward the deck, with Lizzie close on his heels, yelling.

"He's littlier than us chip be nice!"

"I'm ALWAYS nice"

She shoots him a look.

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This is a silly little dialogue drabble I found in my drafts for my Black Rose Kids au!!! An au where Gil and edyn are brought to the black rose as kids by Finn ! Feel free to ask about it!

[fatalwildfyre]

Edyn lays on the floor, moonlight glinting against the hilt of the shelled sword that sticks from her. In her final moments she turns and looks towards Gillion, the sky, then Gillion again.

"It'll be okay little brother, do not worry about me," she rasps with a weak smile as thick blue and black liquid bubbles from her lips "Go back to your friends and do what you need, be the champion I know you are."

Gillion steps forward, unsure and trembling, he just got her back, why is this happening. Why do the gods curse him so.

Edyn coughs, "I love you Gillion Tidestrider," she lays out a hand and Gillion rushes to take it. Her hands are coated in a dark bluish green.

She takes a wheezy deep breath, "Gillion Tidestrider, my little brother, guppy of the sea and moon, champion of us all. Promise me you'll stay safe out there."

Gillion nods, head rushing and eyes blurry as he brings Edyn's to his face and rests his head on it.

Edyn gives one last smile as her eyes close, "Good. Keep that promise, Gill. I love you."

"I love you a million, Edyn." He chokes out.

"I love you a million, Gillion."

[emmathompsonsmartini]

Lucy woke with a scream pouring from her lips. Her hands were shaking, sweat dropped down the side of her face—as well as tears.

She was in Flynn's room. In the bunker. It was a dream, it was a dream. It was a nightmare.

Flynn was at her side within seconds. He sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to her.

She flinched but realized it was him (and again that it was a dream) and threw herself at him. She wrapped her arms around his chest and buried her face there. It was a dream.

"Nightmare?"

Lucy didn't say anything. Her mind far off.

She bought into their lies. She became them. She hurt him. She lost him.

It was just a dream.

"Lucy?"

He pushed at her shoulders and held her face. Tears were falling freely, her eyes red and scratchy.

"Are you okay?" His voice was just above a whisper, so tender. He brushed away the hair that clung to her forehead.

Lucy looked at him. Really looked at him. Taking in his features like she was going to lose him. Because after she told him the truth, she could very well lose him. Her heart turned at the thought. She finally shook her head.

His thumb caressed her cheek. "Do you want to talk about it?"

She took his hand in hers and shook her head. He nodded. He understood. He always did. "But I need too."

Her throat was dry and her voice was hoarse. She cleared her throat.

"I'm here."

She took a deep breath and wiped away her tears. She willed herself to not cry anymore.

"When I was with Rittenhouse," He squeezes her hand gently, reassuring her. "I had some...interesting talks with my mother. None of which i enjoyed by the way. Especially one in particular."

A hum came from his throat telling her he was still listening. She gripped his hand like it was her lifeline, she didn't want him to let her go.

(But she would understand if he did.)

"She said...she said that I—" She paused. She wasn't going to cry.

"It's okay Lucy."

She shook her head. "She told me that I was a direct descendant of David Rittenhouse. That I, truly, would be the last living heir."

His hand fell away from her face and a piece of her heart went with it.  She winced.

He was silent. He didn't move. She wondered if he was still breathing. (But she saw the rise and fall of his chest.)

"Lucy—"

"I'm sorry," She said quickly. She put a little space between them, thinking that's what he would want. "I wish I could change it somehow. And I'm sorry. I'm everything...everything that you hate."

"Lucy—"

"The very thing you are fighting against—the reason Lorena and Iris—"

"Lucy! Stop."

She shut her mouth.

He was looking at her but she didn't dare look back. Afraid of what she might see. His eyes always give everything away.

Remembering her dream, what was in his eyes in her dream, she did. She winced.

She looked up at him. Her facial expression neutral; trying to hide the pain and worry of what could come out of his lips next. "Are you scared of me?"

A sound came from his lips. A scoff? A whimper? She couldn't tell.

"Why would I be afraid of you?"

"I'm...Rittenhouse. It runs through my body. If I—if we were to become something someday, something serious...if we had kids...you would be fathering Rittenhouse..."

He was silent again. She desperately to know what was going through his mind. (Or did she?)

"Garcia...please. Say something."

He sighed and his tongue flicked at his lips. A tick she found she adored. But it was terrifying in this moment.

"Lucy...you are..."

Her neutral expression held its place. She wasn't going to break anymore. Not in front of him.

"You aren't Rittenhouse. Rittenhouse is a choice—a choice that every one of its members chose. You didn't. You chose against it. You are fighting it." He turned to her. "You're still fighting it, right?”

"Yes, God yes."

"Then see." He scooted closer to her. "I meant what i said in Salem, Lucy. You are nothing like her. You are nothing like them."

He pulled her to his chest and she nodded, her heart breaking. But in a good way. She loved him.

"When we stop Rittenhouse—I'm sure we will, eventually—and we are still...us...and we decide to have kids, then there will be no Rittenhouse for them to be, will there?"

She shook her head against his chest. Her dream was still at the forefront of her mind. "January 1st...you told me you loved me."

She looked up at him. In his eyes, she didn't see fear. No trace of it anywhere.

"Do you still love me? After everything I've told you?"

He smiled and cupped her face. He placed a short but meaningful kiss to her lips. "Yes." Another one. "I love you, Lucy Preston."

The last tear she would cry that night fell from her eyes.

"I love you too."

Are you scared of me? // Garcy

Fighting through time. Two years ago it would have sounded like a dramatic tv show that Lucy Preston could definitely live without.

Fast forward one year, and it was her life. Finding and fighting this evil organization that sought to rule. Evil. Disgusting. But first it was one man. At first, she thought—for sure—that Garcia Flynn was the threat and that he was delusional, he was mourning. He was lost.

But no. He wasn’t delusional and he certainly wasn’t lost. (Not in the way she thought he was, anyway.)

Fast forward another year, never did she think that she would fall in love with this Time Bandit.

But was she really in love?

She was going to kill him.

“You only think you’re in love because you were lonely. You had no one else. So you tricked yourself into caring for the broken, lonely counterpart of you.”

Her mother’s words echoed like a broken record player. Over and over and over and over…

“He knew this. And he took advantage of you. He doesn’t really love you, either.”

It was true. She didn’t really love Garcia Flynn. She only thought she did. A twisted smile pulled up at the corner of her lips.

She would enjoy this. He wouldn’t trick her anymore. He wouldn’t trick anyone anymore.

The gun was steady in her hand. (Some small voice was alarmed by this but Lucy ignored it.) She pointed directly at his head.

His weapon was thrown across the room. Showing her he wasn’t there to hurt her. His hands were raised. He surrendered. He was unarmed.

She didn’t care.

“Lucy…? What-?”

“Ohh—” Her voice was sickly sweet. It was fake. “You didn’t get the memo did you?”

“Lucy, what’s happened? What did they do to you?”

She raised her finger to her lips. “Shhh! I have a story to tell!”

Flynn was highly unnerved. This was Lucy. This wasn’t like his Lucy Preston. He closed his mouth.

“A looong Time ago… there was a man who had an idea. An idea that would change the world. A world where he would be king. But, someone shot him. And almost shot his son—which would have erased my entire existence! Sweet, right?”

Flynn’s dark brows were furrowed. His eyes glinted with slight fear of what she was saying. His lips parted. He wet his lips. “What are you saying, Lucy?”

“Fast forward—years and years later. And I find out…fairytale dreams can come true! I’m a princess!”

Flynn shook his head. So many questions ran through his mind he didn’t know which one to ask first. And her behavior. This wasn’t Lucy.

“I am heir of Rittenhouse! Through and through. Descendant of David himself.” She inhaled and then exhaled dramatically. “Wonderful isn’t?”

“Lucy…this isn’t you. They’ve done something—”

“Shut up!” She pulled the hammer back and brought back her focus. “Anyway. You’re kind of in our way…so I’m just gonna take care of it myself.”

“Lucy—don’t. This is not who you are. These are not you’re actions. These are theirs.”

“No,” She shook her head, that smile still on her face. “No, this was actually my idea.”

His stomach turned. His eyes closed trying to will the tears away but he only pushed them out.

“August 25, 2018…”

Lucy’s smile faltered just a little.

“The first time I kissed you.” He opened his eyes. “December 3, 2018–the day you told me it was okay to open my heart again.”

Lucy rolled her eyes. Even fake yawned, for dramatic affect.

“January 1, 2019…”

Her smile disappeared. She held the gun tighter. She stepped closer to him.

“The first time—”

Another step.

“I said I—”

She pulled the trigger and the bullet went right above his heart. His eyes exploded with fear.

“…love you.”

That was his last breath.

(Rest is the story is in the reblogs. Click on notes.)

[glamjrwi]

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