#i used old!theo cause i wanted him to match the crew

[twiceasmanysunbeams]

Rage of the Titans LIs as Cartoons! 🏺🔱🌌⚡

what did you say? pierce is not an li? oh dont mind me im just manifesting over here

[woodland-knight]

I dunno why, but I'm obsessed with the idea of the Celestial interacting with other characters, even though its not possible. Maybe its because of the interesting things that could happen? Anyways, I have ideas: the Celestial talking to the Crystal Crew, them being curious about the Celestial Realm. Or maybe an interaction between the Celestial and Altair/Vega since they all came from the same world.

SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO GET TO, ANON.

When I first saw this, my reaction was “??? Am I becoming the member of the fandom people admit their fandom secrets to???” and wasn’t really sure how to respond at first. In the end, I figured writing some sort of fic based around the idea would be a pretty cool way of responding! …it just took me forever to finish because of other priorities. Thank you work.

As a warning, it kind of turned into a sappy Tiznes fic, but I made sure to include the celestials interacting at the end! I hope that isn’t a problem!

Also spoiler warning for both games. That’s probably important to mention.

“Tiz… Tiz….”

There was a loud thud as Tiz fell onto the cold, wooden floor of his room. He had been dead asleep only moments prior, but something had caused him to become restless. Unfortunately for him, this resulted in him rolling straight off his bed in a tangle of his own blankets and onto the less comfortable surface of the ground. As he attempted free himself from the mess he was now in, he tried his best not to wake his wife, who had been sleeping right next to him. When he glanced upward, however, he could see her on the edge of the bed, looking down at him in the dim candlelight of the room.

“…do you need some help, dear?” Agnès quietly asked her husband as he untangled himself. She sounded concerned, which wasn’t much of a surprise taking he had fallen off the bed, but he didn’t feel she had reason to worry. Falling off the bed was more of a minor inconvenience, and he had been through worse without injury before. Grabbing his blankets and pulling himself onto the bed, he sat down next to her.

“I’m okay, pumpkin,” Tiz whispered in response as he finished unravelling the blankets. “I just fell off the bed is all, no biggie.”

“Are you feeling alright? Did you hit your head? Does anything feel broken?” Agnès asked as she sat up and put her hand on Tiz’s arm. Tiz winced a bit in response but shook his head.

“Don’t worry about it, Agnès. If anything I’m just going to be a bit bruised,” he assured her as he rubbed part of his arm. “Nothing feels broken either, I promise.”

Despite Tiz’s casual response, Agnès didn’t seem convinced. “At least let me go grab the white mage asterisk! You could have easily hurt yourself and not even know it yet,” she pointed out as she checked Tiz for additional scratches and bruises. Tiz, however, immediately shushed Agnès and turned his attention to the corner of the room where their three-month-old son laid sleeping in his crib.

“Be a bit quieter, Agnès. You don’t want to accidentally wake Theo,” he told her as he watched their baby sleep. “It already took us long enough to get him to fall asleep once tonight, and I don’t want to imagine what the second time will be like.”

Agnès nodded her head in understanding and turned her attention back to Tiz, whom she was still very much concerned about. “Why were you so restless anyway? It’s not like you to move around so recklessly in your sleep,” she mentioned as she finished checking Tiz. Unsure of what had happened himself, Tiz shrugged.

“Maybe I was having a strange dream?” he guessed as he scratched the back of his head. “I don’t remember what really happened, but I think at some point I kind of just… Heard something and rolled myself off the bed.”

Agnès frowned at her husband. “That isn’t normal, Tiz. Are you sure there isn’t more to it? Are certain you’re feeling alright?” she asked, once again with concern in her voice. Tiz thought for a moment, but he couldn’t think of anything else that could have caused it.

“I feel perfectly fine, pumpkin. In fact, I’m almost certain I was just having a strange dream,” he insisted as he shook his head again. “It’s really not something you need to be concerned about.”

Agnès slumped her shoulders down, and her expression changed to one that better matched her concern. “Well, if you start feeling strange or ill, please don’t hesitate to tell me,” she requested as she put her hands in her lap. “I don’t want to wake up in the morning and find something wrong with you…”

Tiz reached over and put his hand on Agnès’ shoulder. “If anything happens, I promise I’ll let you know,” he told her, “but there’s nothing you need to worry about, okay?”

A bit hesitant, Agnès put her hand on top of Tiz’s. “…do you think you can at least tell me a bit more about your dream? I want to know what it was that you possibly could’ve heard,” she said with a little bit more concern. Tiz understood why him hearing voices would make her worry, but he didn’t feel it was as bad as Agnès made it out to be. Nonetheless, he knew he had to calm her nerves somehow.

“Give me a few minutes and I’ll see what I can remember,” he told her as moved his hand and leaned back to think. “It’s kind of cloudy, so it might take a bit.”

Agnès nodded her head again and turned her attention back to Theo. “Take your time, dear. There’s no rush,” she assured him as she watched their baby sleep. Turning his head and doing the same, Tiz tried his best to recall what had happened in his dream.

At first, Tiz couldn’t recall a single thing. All he did was stare blankly at his son and the shadows that slowly moved along with dim candlelight. His head buzzed with different thoughts as he tried to force himself to remember the dream, but nothing relevant was coming back to him. It was if he hadn’t dreamt at all, though he was most certain he had been dreaming by now. Perhaps in actuality, however, his mind had been tricking him; he couldn’t really know.

After many minutes of silence, however, he was finally able to recall something- the voice that had called out to him. He couldn’t tell if it had been male or female, and what they had said to him has been nothing more than his name followed by a mess of indistinguishable words. When he closed his eyes to try and visualize what he had seen, he was met with nothing but a mess of thoughts. There was nothing to discern the area his dream had taken place in, and nothing depicting anyone or anything had appeared. He had completely forgotten what had happened.

“Tiz… It’s time to go home, Tiz.”

…suddenly, an image flashed in Tiz’s mind. There was the night sky with stars shining all across it; lights of different colors floating down softly among them. Three people, all vaguely familiar, sat and talked with each other like they were all old friends. They were laughing and smiling; enjoying each other’s company at a small table outside of a building made of shining stones. It was as if they were living in an entirely different world from his own.

“…the celestials,” Tiz whispered as he continued to stare off. Agnès turned his attention back to him and tilted her head, confused by her husband’s sudden revelation.

“The celestials? What do you mean, Tiz?” she asked as she moved closer to him. She slowly reached her hand over to try and get his attention, but she was met with him suddenly moving and putting both of his hands on her shoulders.

“It was the celestials, Agnès! I saw them!” he exclaimed as his eyes widened. Without hesitating, Agnès put her hand over Tiz’s mouth and motioned for him to quiet down.

“You’re going to wake Theo, Tiz!” she warned with a quiet, yet stern voice. “Explain what you saw with your inside voice, please!”

Tiz rubbed the back of his head out of guilt but nodded, prompting Agnès to hesitantly remove her hand. “I remember it all now, Agnès,” Tiz told her with a much lower voice. “The sights, the sounds, everything!”

“What did you see?” Agnès asked as she watched Tiz closely. He could tell she was curious, but it seemed her concern was back as well. At this point, he’d probably never get her to stop worrying.

“Visually, it was similar to what myself and the others saw five years ago. It was bright, colorful, and filled with astonishing architecture,” he began to explain. “It’s everything that you’d expect from a fantastical world beyond our own.”

“What about atmospherically?” Agnès continued to ask. Tiz could tell how invested she was based on her fervent expression, but Agnès herself probably hadn’t realized she had one. He turned his attention away from her and to a candle flickering on the nightstand.

“Atmospherically? Well, it was a lot more cheerful this time around,” he continued to explain. “The first time just felt dark and heartbreaking as a result of Vega’s warped emotions, but that was all gone now. It felt like a place of hope and peace…”

Agnès leaned closer. “And the celestials? Tell me more about them,” she requested. Tiz was surprised by exactly how curious she was, but then again, it was an abnormal situation. It wasn’t every day a person saw the celestial realm, whether in their dreams or in reality.

“Well, despite having a clear view of everything else, their appearances are a bit lost to me,” he admitted as he watched the flickering candle flame. “I can remember certain things, such as Altair’s red eyes, Vega’s flower hairclip, and the other celestials ribbons, but beyond that I can’t recall a thing.”

Agnès put her hands in her lap. “That’s okay, Tiz. I’m more interested in if they said anything to you more than what they looked like,” she told him. “I just want to make sure you’re safe and that you won’t be needing their assistance again.”

Tiz looked back over. “Is that what you’re worried about?” he asked her as he furrowed his brow. Agnès fidgeted and looked down at her hands while nodding.

“I want to make sure this isn’t some sort of sign, Tiz… I’ve already lost you once, and I don’t want to think about having to lose you again, especially now that we have a son,” she said as she continued to fidget. Tiz could tell she was starting to get anxious, so he reached over and put one of his hands on top of hers.

“You know you don’t have to worry about that anymore. I feel perfectly fine,” he assured her. “In fact, I think they were trying to tell me that I didn’t have to worry about something like that happening again.”

Still anxious, Agnès snapped her attention back up to Tiz. “Are you certain? What did they say?” she went back to asking. Tiz could feel her start to squeeze his hand tightly, and it admittedly hurt a bit, but he knew it was only because of how she was feeling.

“Well, at first they didn’t really acknowledge me. I just heard them discussing things about you, me, Edea, Ringabel, Yew, Magnolia… Everything we’ve done for our world and theirs, and how we’re all doing now. Honestly, it sounded like they were old friends catching up after not seeing each other for a long time,” he explained. Agnès, who was still squeezing his hands, bit her lip.

“And when do we get to the part about you staying alive?,” she continued to ask. Tiz, trying to ignore the pain in his hand, shook his head.

“Well, they didn’t directly say anything about it,” he admitted, “but it became pretty obvious the more I listened to them talk. The way were speaking with each other, it felt more like they were trying to indirectly tell me something- like things were going to be okay now and that I didn’t need to worry about anything. They were all together now, and they’d ensure things stay how they are now.”

Agnès took a deep breath. “Well… If that’s what you truly believe, then I won’t make any objections,” she told him, though it was obvious she was still anxious. Tiz assumed she had more to say on the situation, but she probably didn’t want to bother him.

“…if it makes you feel any better, Agnès, the original Celestial did speak to me,” he admitted to her. “For just a moment, she stopped what she was doing to smile and wave at me.”

“And what did she say!?” Agnès asked without skipping a beat. She had been a bit loud, so Tiz shushed her and pointed at Theo to get her to quiet down. Nodding, Agnès covered her mouth and let Tiz continue to talk.

“She told me ‘Tiz…! Tiz! It’s time to go home, Tiz! You’re going to keep Agnès waiting if you keep listening in on us!’ Didn’t they ever teach you not to leave a lady waiting? And to think you’d still do it after all you’ve put her through!’ …I think the idea of keeping you waiting again worried me so much that I rolled off the bed,” he recalled before laughing. Agnès, though a bit hesitant, let out a small laugh as well and uncovered her mouth, and Tiz hoped that meant she would start feeling less anxious.

“I guess she knows how angry I would have been if they had tried keeping you there,” she said before giving Tiz a soft smile. “I’ve already been through enough just to be with you in the first place, so I’d never forgive them if they hadn’t made sure you woke back up.”

“Don’t you worry, Pumpkin. I don’t have any plans of leaving you and Theo any time soon,” Tiz promised as he pulled Agnès into a hug. Still smiling, Agnès happily returned the hug as her worries started to fade.

“May the celestials keep you safe, and the crystals too,” she whispered before closing her eyes. Gently holding Agnès close, Tiz once again glanced over at their son.

“And may they make sure Theo stays asleep for at least another few hours,” Tiz joked before laying back down with Agnès. “I’m not sure how much they can help with that one though.”

Unfortunately for the young parents, Tiz was right. Not even a moment later, soft sounds of crying came from the crib. It seemed the two parents hadn’t tried hard enough to keep themselves quiet and woken their baby. Freeing herself from Tiz’s embrace, Agnès quickly got out of bed and rushed to her baby’s side. Tiz, meanwhile, sat up and looked out the window at the night sky.

“…I’m blaming Altair for that one.”

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“Why is he blaming me!?” Altair complained as he placed his glass on the café table. “Just because I’ve woken young Theo up once or twice before when checking on him, it doesn’t mean it’s always my fault!”

Vega, whom was sitting next to her husband, laughed. “Altair, darling, he’s only joking! Remember, neither of them have any way of knowing that we still watch over them, so he has no reason to actually blame you,” she pointed out. Annoyed, Altair slid down in his chair and crossed his arms.

“I still don’t appreciate the assumption that I was involved,” he grumbled. “After all that I’ve done for the boy, he could at least show some respect.”

Across the table, another celestial smiled as she tried to suppress a laugh. “Perhaps because you spent so much time with him, he knows it would be in your nature to cause trouble,” she teased. “What was it you would you say? Life is like a brussel sprout; not as good if you’re not a bit adventurous?”

Even more annoyed now, Altair glared at the young celestial. “I see how it is, young lady… But I’d like to point out that you spent just as much time with the boy as I did. He should know just as much about you as he does about me,” he reminded her. Still smiling, the celestial wagged her finger.

“You seem to have forgotten I rarely ever spoke a word to him,” she said with a somewhat mocking tone. “He has no way of knowing what I’m truly like, and thus no reason to throw the blame on me.”

Interrupting the conversation, Vega cleared her throat. “Now, now you two. We didn’t come together in order to argue over Tiz,” she told them as she took Altair’s hand to calm him. “We came together to share our stories with each other.”

“Ah, but my dear Vega, that’s exactly what I was trying to do before Tiz decided to make his remark. I have not forgotten why we came together today,” Altair mentioned before looking in his glass. Inside, he could see the reflection of Tiz and Agnès trying to calm their baby. Curious, the other celestial leaned over to take a look as well.

“Just think, Altair! We helped all of this happen!” she said with a smile. “If it weren’t for the two of us, neither of them would be where they are right now!”

Vega nodded in response to the celestial’s comment and smiled. “The two of you have done a great good! You should be proud of yourselves,” she said before looking into her own glass. In hers, she could see Yew and Magnolia as they discussed the contents of a book written in the moon’s native tongue.

“And of course, Deneb was of great service too,” Altair mused as he put his glass down and leaned back in his chair. “Perhaps she and her son will visit us soon. It would be a nice to see her again.”

“And it’ll finally give me a chance to meet her!” the other celestial enthusiastically pointed out. “She’s quite the miracle worker it seems, and there’s a lot I could learn from her!”

Vega once again nodded. “Deneb is a good friend of ours and quite talented. I think you’d enjoy her company,” she said as she continued to watch her glass. Seeing how focused Vega was, the celestial grabbed her own glass and took a peek. From what she could see, it seemed like Ringabel and Edea were sharing a private moment, so she put the glass down and let them be.

“I hope I get to meet her soon. There’s so much that I’d like to ask her,” she mentioned to the two older celestials. “Besides, she’d probably also serve as a good distraction from our monitoring.”

Curious about the celestials words, Altair raised an eyebrow. “Are you saying you don’t like keeping everyone safe? You’re the one who has monitored them the longest, so if you hadn’t liked it you would have stopped long ago,” he pointed out. Laughing, the celestial shook her head and once again smiled.

“No. I just think it’s a good way to keep you from waking the baby again.”