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lazymilkshakecolor · 4 years ago

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Uncharted

Disclaimer: these characters don’t belong to me, they belong to the Naruto series created by Masashi Kishimoto.

(I’m baaacckkkk)

Summary: At 20 years old, Sarada had done everything she ever dreamed of, conquered all her demons, went to hell and back, but there is one more territory that she left uncharted...till now. (Borusara, Sasusaku)

Sarada had fought aliens, she had protected the village singlehandedly from it’s biggest threat yet, she created a jutsu even her dad’s genius have deemed impossible to achieve, she even managed to see what was under Kakashi’s mask, a feat she is proud of but refuses to admit to anyone what was the price.

Kakashi had already promised to take that secret to his grave, not that she’d ever admit that she was a fan of the Icha Icha series, and possessed a first edition copy of the book that kicked off the series, which she spent three S ranked missions worth of ryo on, only to be traded a few months later with Kakashi.

Totally worth it. Sarada thought

But something as silly as-

Sarada felt her cheeks burn up, not able to even think of what happened without turning completely red.

And now here she is, standing outside her mother’s office for what seemed like hours, attempting to knock for the hundredth time but stopping at the final moment cause she had no idea what to tell her mom.

Sakura had always been Sarada’s best friend, well adult best friend, she always listened to her, giving advice when she asked. To a younger Sarada her mother appeared the wisest, having an answer to everything. Now a 20 year old, Sarada knows that is far from the truth, and that there are many subjects her mother still falters in, nonetheless, she is still a third of the strongest shinobi team ever.

Come on, just do it already, shanaro!

So Sarada took a deep breath and raised her fist to knock, this time determined to do it, until the door flew open in front of her, revealing her mother, with a questioning look on her face.

‘’You’ve been standing outside my door for more than five minutes Sarada.’’ Sakura said, looking at her daughter up and down, accessing for damages, but she couldn’t find anything unusual, other than her reddening face.

‘’I-well I wanted t-to Talk.’’ Sarada stuttered out, mentally berating herself for stuttering like that.

Why do I feel like I've been caught with my hand in a cookie jar?

Confusion was apparent on Sakura’s face as she stepped aside, making way for her red in the neck daughter to pass through before closing the door behind her.

‘’Last time I saw you in this state you asked me if i was pregnant.’’ Sakura said in an attempt to help her daughter relax.

It was 8 years ago when Sarada confronted her parents with the deduction that her mother was pregnant, after noticing that she came home from the hospital early most days, even earlier than the time she arrived home from her daily missions or training sessions and her usually energetic mother was always a bit tired at those times too, her dad changing Boruto’s training schedule to be home at that time didn’t help her assumptions either, thinking he needed that time to take care of her and be by her mother’s side.

Of course Sarada got the fright of her life when Sakura thought that she was saying she gained weight before she explained her reasons for thinking she was pregnant, in which an amused Sasuke intervened that they just decided to dedicate some time to be spent alone. It wasn’t till a couple years later that Sarada caught on to what they meant.

Sarada shuddered at the thought.

‘’Hey I had sufficient reasons to believe so!’’ Sarada blurted out.

‘’Just like you had sufficient reasons to believe I wasn’t your mother.’’ Sakura responded.

She loved her daughter to bits, but detective work was not her forte.

Sarada had the decency to not respond to that, changing the subject instead.

‘’So...something happened…’’ she started, trailing off.

‘’Hm?’’ Sakura leaned forward in her chair, leaning her head on her hands as she gave a small smile to Sarada, a silent way to remind her that she can tell her anything.

‘’Between Boruto and I…’’ Sarada finally continued, fidgeting her hands and gazing at the floor, but she still took glances at her mom, enough to see her look of confusion turn into one of understanding, and maybe even a bit of smugness.

You sure you and Boruto are just friends…? Sarada could almost hear her mother utter that question again, she used to ask her that as far back as the academy days and Sarada of course vehemently denied.

‘’I see…,’’ Sakura said, raising up from her seat behind the desk to sit in front of Sarada on the guest chairs, ‘’Want to tell me what happened?’’

Sarada shook her head, to which Sakura sighed but couldn’t help the small smile that made its way to her lips.

Sometimes she’s just like Sasuke…

‘’Okay then, how do you feel about whatever it is that happened?’’

‘’Confused.’’ Sarada answered immediately. Her eyes were not daring to lift from the floor.

‘’Other than that?’’ Sakura prodded, reaching for her daughter's damaged hand before continuing, ‘’happy? Sad? Mad?’’

Sarada took a moment before answering, “ Happy,...and kinda scared and maybe relieved too…”, her gaze lifting only slightly to meet her mom’s comforting green eyes, then moved to their intertwined hands, getting a flashback to a time a month back. She could still feel the burning pain on her arm, Shizune-san was trying her best to heal it, damage it has suffered being extensive, so extensive an ugly burn scar was still apparent across her arm, while Sakura was holding her hand tightly, kinda like she is now.

‘’Yes?’’

‘’I was relieved cause I thought that he feels the same way.’’ Sarada admitted, knowing fully well the weight of what she just admitted for the first time.

Sakura smiled at her daughter’s words, opening her mouth to say something before someone interrupted.

‘’Sakura- Sama!” Sakura’s assistant barged into the office.

‘’How many times to I have to tell you to fucking knock you dumbass!” Sakura yelled, standing up and glaring at him.

Immediately, he took a couple of steps back, sweat trickling down his face as Sakura continued to glare at him.

Sarada almost pitied the poor man, her mother had a glare that would make her dad cower, other than the fact that that same man was subject to her father’s glare the many times he interrupted their time at home for hospital emergencies.

‘’I’m sorry Sakura sama! But the Suna delegate is here to check up on your joint medic training program, he said he came early because it’s predicted a sand storm will come in the coming hours..’’ He said, taking more steps backwards.

Sakura took a deep breath before she shot Sarada an apologetic look.

‘’I’m sorry Sarada, we’ll continue this talk tonight okay?’’ Sakura said, leaning down to plant a kiss on her daughter’s forehead and poking it as she leant away, but not before whispering something in her ear.

Sarada watched as her mother left the office, leaving her alone with her thoughts.

What the hell does follow your heart supposed to mean?! Mom’s as cryptic as always, shanaro!

Sarada got out of her mother’s office then straight to her favorite sweets shop, planning on mulling over what her mother told her while sipping through a cup of tea along with her fav dango.

But nothing is that easy in Sarada’s life, cause as soon as she stepped into the sweets shop she found her father at the counter.

Great, this is a new level of bad luck, what are the odds that I’d encounter Sasuke fucking Uchiha in a sweets shop.

But nonetheless, Sarada found herself smiling as she walked towards him, feeling the same joy she always felt when she saw him for the first time after a mission.

Of course his missions are a lot shorter, even so he still makes an effort to keep in contact, even using the cellphone Sakura got him all those years ago when he couldn’t send a hawk.

‘’Welcome home Papa.’’ Sarada said, beaming upwards at Sasuke, who offered a faint smile that wouldn’t be noticeable to anyone but her in this shop.

‘’Sarada.’’ He acknowledged, before turning to the lady at the counter and telling her to double his order and add two cups of tea to go, which they took for free.

‘’Anything for our hero.’’ The shop lady said, looking at Sarada fondly, who thanked her awkwardly, it’s been a month and she still hasn’t gotten used to this treatment from the village people.

A month since she felt truly alone on the battlefield, a month since she had felt like she was the only hope for hundreds of people, people which she swore she will protect and love since she was eleven, a month since she almost lost her arm, and a month since she saw the reason for her recent confusion.

As usual, her father doesn’t like to sit in public very much when has an option of going to a quiet place, which is where they were heading after his order was done and passing by an onigiri shop.

When they arrived at their usual destination, the forest in the Uchiha compound where Sasuke had taught Sarada the chidori and many other things, Sarada sat down on the ground and Sasuke followed after taking off his cloak.

This place used to frighten her, as a kid and as a teen, she knew no one will ever dare come here, this place somehow maintained its frightening aura even after being destroyed in pain’s attack, she knew that she shouldn’t be frightened of this place, because if circumstances were different, she would have lived here.

But she learned to feel at ease here, after her father took her to dock where his father taught him fire jutsu, where he taught her it too, then he showed her his childhood home, which somehow remained intact then finally took her to this forest, where he told her all kinds of stories about her uncle.

It wasn’t until she was 16 did she learn the whole truth, no thanks to her parents of course, she couldn’t blame them though, they are her parents, it’s their job to protect her, and the anguish she felt then rivals only the anguish of losing a loved one.

‘’I would have guessed that Boruto would have found you.’’ Sasuke said suddenly, in his usual monotone.

Sarada’s head snapped up, dango stick she was intently enjoying almost fell from her hand.

‘’Wha-why why would he find me?’’

Sasuke only looked at her with a look bordering on confusion.

‘’Isn’t that what he always does when he gets home from a mission?’’ Sasuke replied, gaze examining his daughter.

Sarada took a moment before she managed to muster a reply.

‘’Oh.’’

She could feel her cheeks turning red.

‘’Do you have a fever?’’He asked, which decreased Sarada’s mortification a bit cause at least her father is too clueless to notice this.

‘’Boruto might be under the weather too, his face was the same color as yours when we arrived home.’’

‘’What!? Really!?’’ Sarada exclaimed, her dango stick layed forgotten on the ground.

‘’I met up with him about a day away from Konoha,said he was on his way home from an important mission.’’ Sasuke said, a smirk still apparent on his face.

‘’Ohh,’’ Again that was all Sarada managed to say before continuing moments later,’’ He had to go on a mission a couple of days after that creep attacked Konoha.’’

Sasuke’s smirk again, this time out of pride rather than amusement, his daughter, the future of the Uchiha clan, stood up to an alien who wanted to destroy Konoha in vengeance of he and Naruto’s previous actions, both of them weren’t there, Sarada being the only thing that stood against them as Boruto went to free them from Kawaki’s seal.

‘’I know, though that doesn’t explain why his face turned to the same shade as yours right now when your name got brought up.’’ Sasuke said in a matter of fact way, almost sounding genuine.

But Sarada knew her father, knew that amused glint in his eyes, the way he smirks when he knows he’s on to something. She used to enjoy it when he was like that with her mother back when she was still getting used to him, but soon after he started teasing her too, even uniting with her mother against her, which often left Sarada a mumbling mess.

Sarada sighed, resigned to the fact that her father knew something was going on, focussing instead on the extent of his knowledge.

‘’Not funny papa.’’Sarada said, in the straightest tone she could manage.

‘’Hm.’’ Sasuke looked at Sarada’s half hearted glare, lips shaped into a pout and arms crossed, and suddenly all he could see was a younger version of Sakura.

She’s just like Sakura. He thought.

‘’You’ve been upset since I saw you.’’ Sasuke remarked, getting straight to the point.

At that Sarada’s shoulder slackened and her gaze went downwards for a few moments, but Sasuke didn’t pressure her, knowing that just like him, she needs time before talking.

A minute later she started to talk.

‘’Before Boruto went after Kawaki and I went to confront that creepy god like thing, we were together, and…,’’ Sarada took a breath before she continued her phrase, ‘’...We had a moment.’’ She admitted.

Sasuke raised his eyebrow slightly in an expression Sarada knows is curiosity, but as usual, he waited for her to continue instead of asking.

Other than the difficulty she faced when talking about this subject, she now has another difficulty in which she doesn’t know how her father would react to this particular thing.

Atleast with Mama I could predict her reaction…

Sasuke cleared his throat to get attention, taking the final bite from his onigiri pack.

Sarada seemed to get a bit of courage and looked at him, her mouth opening to say something but a moment later she reverted to her previous state, which is a blushing mess.

Sasuke sighed.

Definitely takes after her mother…

‘’Do you mean an intimate moment?’’ Sasuke asked, to which Sarada’s eyes widened, but she nodded.

‘’How intimate?’’

‘’Emmm…’’

‘’Sarada.’’

‘’He kissed me, and I kissed him back and before he left I poked his forehead like you do to Mama!’’

Sarada finally admitted for the first time since that day.

She could still feel it, still feel his lips on hers, still feel his skin’s warmth on her fingers, the feeling of pure passion and fire she felt when he looked at her, when he made her promise that she’ll be okay.

That was the last time she saw him, she knew from her mother that he stayed by her bedside the two first days of her unconsciousness, but he had to leave for an important mission, though he wouldn’t leave without making Sakura promise to write him a letter informing him of Sarada’s state.

Sarada woke up a week after he left, two days later, her father went on his mission.

‘’And why are you upset?’’ Her father’s voice took her out of her stupor.

‘’Cause this feels weird, I always knew I loved him, but I don’t know when it progressed to being in love with him, I expected love to be a strong feeling, but not like this, not this scary...not …’’ Sarada struggled for a moment as tears fell from her eyes, ‘’...intense and deep and passionate and-and...I’m scared cause this is the first time I feel like this, I’m scared cause this might ruin us, scared of feeling something so strong but....’’

Sasuke only stared at her, almost knowing what she would say next.

‘’I love him Papa.’’

Sasuke’s gaze softened, as he stood up from his seat and went towards his sniffling daughter.

‘’You should go find him.’’ Sasuke said, wiping the tears off of Sarada’s face, he waited till she nodded before he poked her forehead and smiled at her, he then leaned down to pick the dango box.

Sarada knew where to find him, it was nearing evening, and he knew where she would be normally at this time, and he would be waiting for her there, like he always did.

‘’Thank you Papa,’’ Sarada said, before straightening up and taking a step away from her father towards her destination, but she suddenly stopped and looked at Sasuke again, ‘’ Tell Mama I’m sorry, I know she likes her dango warm.’’

Sasuke grunted, clear annoyance at being caught red handed, but he smiled again looking at the Uchiha symbol of his daughter’s back, sheer pride taking over him at what his daughter has become.

As she expected he was there, standing on the hokage mountain, on the empty space near lord seventh, where she would normally spend her evenings.

He sensed her coming, but didn’t turn around till she was about next to him.

‘’Hello hero.’’

‘’Hey Bo.’’

They stood in silence, each sneaking glances at the other before their eyes finally met, they both blushed a deep shade of red and looked onwards again.

Sarada didn’t know what to do, what to say, so she decided to just act like she would normally.

‘’You stink.’’ She remarked.

Boruto almost fell off the edge, he expected anything, anything but this.

‘’Excuse me! I just got back from a month long mission, dattebaseh!’’

‘’Well you could have stopped by your house and took a shower shanaro!.’’ she responded, turning her body so her eyes could meet his.

‘’I’m sorry! I was left hanging last time I was in the village so kinda wanted to see what was up with that!’’

‘’I would have waited till the end of time, a shower is nothing!.’’ Sarada didn’t realise what she said until she saw Boruto’s expression turn from annoyance to confusion to shyness.

And then he was staring at her again, giving her the same look he gave that day a month ago, and then she felt it again, that intensity, passion, like a fire was burning inside her heart.

From the way he was looking at her, she knew he felt it too.

He took her hand in his, fingers reaching up to trace the scar on her arm, eyes never leaving hers as his other hand caressed her cheek.

‘’I’m sorry I had to go.’’ he muttered finally, in that soft tone he always used with her, just with her and no one else.

‘’It’s okay, you have your hero duties too.’’ she replied, a pure deep sense of satisfaction travelled through her body when his fingers descended from her arm to her hand, extending it, accessing the damage there.

That’s right, it was in bandages last time he saw me…

Sarada suddenly pushed her hand forward and put it over his heart, feeling an immediate sense of comfort at the thumping sensation she felt, his hand was still over hers, pure blue eyes she loves so much looking deep into her soul, making her feel like they were the only two people in the world, just them, in this frozen moment in time.

In a sudden bout of courage, she circled her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her height, as one of his hands travelled towards her waist, the other still on her cheek, eyes never breaking apart except when their faces were inches apart, and then it happened, their lips met for the second time, time froze for the second time, they were connected for the second time.

A few seconds later they pulled apart, Sarada immediately buried her head in his chest, hiding her blush as he leaned his head on her shoulder.

The wind picked up, small pecks of water descended on them, but they both refused to pull apart, having waited too long for this.

Though a few minutes later they were drenched from head to toe and they had to pull apart.

Stupid rain! Sarada thought.

‘’You kept nagging about me taking a shower and look what happened.’’ Boruto teased, still close to Sarada, closer than he used to stand, his grasping Sarada’s, tangling their fingers together.

‘’Way to ruin the moment baka.’’ Sarada said, tossing him a glare, to which he laughed before looking into her eyes.

‘’I love you Sarada Uchiha.’’ he said, feeling like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders as he has been trying to say these five words since forever.

She looked at him, deep into his eyes, and she couldn’t help keep her sharingan at bay as it appeared out of instinct, upon feeling a strong emotion.

‘’I love you Boruto Uzumaki.’’

Sarada leaned her back against the door of her family home, a smile spreading across her face at what just happened, hands still in the pockets of the jacket he gave her, fingers still tingling from his touch, lips still warm from his, the soft thumps of his heart still in her ears.

It wasn’t until a couple of minutes of sitting there did she realise that the lights of the living room were on, which was weird since it was the middle of night, both her parents would be asleep by now, her mother for her morning shift and her father for his early morning report.

She walked quietly towards the lit room, afraid to wake her parents in case they were asleep on the couch again, which till this day she can’t comprehend how two full grown adults fit on their tiny couch.

To her surprise they were both awake and sitting on the couch, tea cups in hand and looking expectantly at her, both sprouting devious grins, Sasuke to a lesser extent of course.

‘’What!?’’ Sarada asked, looking between the two.

‘’Nice jacket.’’ Sakura remarked, grin turning into a full smile.

Sarada blushed and looked at the floor.

‘’Yeah yeah...’’ Sarada said, cheeks turning red fir what must have been the millionth time today before turning her body towards the stairs, but before she was out of sight she said something.

‘’Thank you.’’

#Sarada uchiha #sakura #sasuke #sasusaku #boruto #borusara #fanfiction #fanfic

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pinehurst · 4 years ago

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My Take on the First 3 Episodes

Let’s talk about Fugou Keiji for a second because I’ve been dying to talk about it.

After waiting practically 5 months, the long-awaited third episode finally aired. I remember back when Fugou Keiji was first announced the hype over Daisuke took over the internet. Good looking? Check. Rich? Check. Parted black hair? Check. Nonchalant? Sign me up. I also gave into the hype; heck, who wouldn’t? He’s practically the whole package; my dream man so to speak. The Jumin Han of another dimension.

Disclaimer: This discusses the only 3 episodes out at the moment and as new episodes come out I’ll most likely just create new posts so everything here isn’t really definite so to speak? My theories and beliefs are just based on the first 3 episodes so they may not be the most accurate thing out there.

Disclaimer #2: This is me just rambling on so things may not be in the best order so please bear with me (it’s mainly just my thoughts on how our 2 main characters have developed so far and any theories that I have)

Once the first episode aired, I was absolutely hooked on both the synopsis and the characters. Two detectives working together despite having completely different beliefs? Imagine the drama that would unfold!

Haru Kato, our main detective, would put his life on the line in the name of justice, taking extreme measures to uphold his humanistic values. The first episode heavily emphasized this idea. He insisted he take part in the entire bomber mission even though he wasn’t apart of the First Division. Ranks mean nothing in the face of human lives. Once he and Daisuke, the richer half of the duo, closed in on the van bearing the bomb, without any hesitation he jumped onto the van only to warn the driver inside, who happened to be a thief. This seemingly innocent civilian’s life was in danger: they had no right to die from a terrorist attack. He knew well of the dangers as there was only a minute left until the bomb detonated, yet his morals took over. If nobody is going to save her, he must do it. Would he have still done this if he knew that the driver was a thief? We can’t be so sure yet.

Even in episode two Haru’s traditional values prevail as he continued to pursue Isezaki, the smuggler in question, despite being exhausted and practically lifeless. The first two episodes really painted Haru as this character who is willing to go to the extreme and literally kill himself for the sake of others. His work method basically revolves around these old-school techniques.

Kanbe Daisuke lies on the opposite side of the spectrum though. He is far more materialistic and uses his wealth to buy his way through every situation. In need of a car? Just buy it from the prince of the Abura Emirates. A tower is affiliated with a smuggler? Just buy the tower and do whatever you must. He marches to the beat of his own drum, refusing to cooperate with Haru and even ignores his complaints. Haru is very clearly repulsed by Daisuke’s ways as he views it as though he’s cheating at life. Using money instead of working hard? Pathetic. Daisuke, on the other hand, just doesn’t seem to understand Haru’s views. Why go through all that trouble when you could easily solve it through a few million bucks? He doesn’t necessarily value human lives in the same way that Haru does either. As seen in the first episode, he almost ran over a mother and her son if Haru hadn’t intervened. But Daisuke’s character is far more complex in my opinion.

This is where my theories come into play. I suspect that something happened in Daisuke’s past that caused him to lose trust in others or even respect for other humans if we could go to that extreme. The series began with Daisuke playing the piano while saying:

“I had a father, and I had a mother. I believe I had a happy childhood. However, ever since a certain day, everything had changed.”

This led me to believe that maybe possibly his parents died from a tragic murder or anything that would cause him to lose sympathy or care for others. Or any type of sad backstory for that matter. Maybe this is why someone of his rank and wealth even decided to join the police/detective force in the first place rather than selfishly indulge in his wealth.

Anywho, the first episode really helped build my theory. This is especially notable at the end as Daisuke is driving the prince’s car up the bascule bridge to push the cleaning van with the bomb. He smirks that devilish smile that we all swooned over the first time we saw it as the van crept closer to the edge of the bridge. Once Haru jumps out of the car to save the “civilian” inside, Daisuke’s facial expression changes to a much more soft, almost confused expression. A few minutes later when Haru is hanging off of the bridge, Daisuke watches Haru helplessly hang. He’s the one who decided to help the civilian, now he’s suffering the consequences. Why help him?

Episodes 1 and 2 really helped to establish the contrasting personalities and mindsets between Haru and Daisuke, which I really enjoyed. The fact that our two main characters are as different as night and day made the show much more comedic, which I absolutely enjoyed! The subtlety in the expressions too: stunning. *chef’s kiss*

The third episode elaborated on their personalities and really added a sort of “depth” to them. Oh boy was this episode chaotic and full of new information. This is the episode where we see their first step towards true partnership, Haru’s backstory, and even met grammy Kanbe. Let’s dive into it.

The episode started off with Daisuke, Haru, and Suzue visiting the Kikuko, or Daisuke’s grandmother. As of right now, it’s still unclear whether Suzue is Daisuke’s fiancé or sister, but either way she was in no way the focus of the episode. Daisuke seems much more submissive towards his grandmother, a side of him we’ve yet to see. This is even prominent in the opening song as Daisuke is seen smirking alongside the other members of the Modern Crime Prevention Task Force (MCPTF) yet he has a much more neutral face around his grandmother. Is it out of respect? Quite possibly. He is much more composed (even though he always has been) and compliant, furthering my case. Back to my theory, maybe his grandma raised him after his parents died and that’s where his respect grew from. The possibility is always there.

It’s also noticeable that Daisuke seems much more irritated towards Haru as in practically any screenshot from these first few scenes you could feel the pique radiate from him. Daisuke even gave Haru the stink eye a few times before Haru ratted him out to his grandmother (harsh). Whatever happened in Hong Kong must’ve been brutal, but it really helped throw a curveball in their relationship.

After that bop of an opening, it’s revealed that Haru is sitting next to a student facing lots of difficulties early on ranging from his sister’s bad health to failing his college entrance exam. Haru very clearly sympathizes with this kid as he also failed his first college entrance exam, and heck who wouldn’t feel bad for a kid going through this much stress? Imagine the absolute grief Haru felt when he found out that it’s that same kid who held a woman at gunpoint later on. When calling Kamei later on, Haru shouted:

“No! Don’t tell him. Absolutely not.”

Considering his relationship with his fellow peers, we can safely assume that he’s referring to Daisuke. At this point, we know that Haru doesn’t trust Daisuke at all. Like not even a sliver. That rich boy help him? No sir. No thank you.

This scene also unveiled the tension between Haru and the First Division. Haru and Hoshino are clearly not on good terms as they speak formally to one another, almost as though they weren’t partners a few years back. A flashback plays soon after and its revealed that all went downhill when Haru misfired and ended up wounding one burglar and killing one innocent civilian (who held a gun at Haru most likely out of fear; I mean, who wouldn’t be scared in such a situation). This ultimately led to his demotion to the Third Division. Lots of drama. Lots of tears. This backstory revealed exactly why Haru is unable to shoot anymore: his past trauma is to blame.

Haru still clearly cares for Hoshino though. When he and Daisuke listened in to the First Division’s call line, Haru practically prayed that the perp wouldn’t get shot, for both the sake of morals and for his friend. His “friend” is mentally incapable of shooting anyone and the perp just “isn’t a bad guy.” Haru is revealed to be an even greater advocate of morality and humanism than we previously thought. Even though this college student was hosting a stand-off, Haru refused to believe that he was any less human and hoped to find a way to prevent him from approaching death’s doorstep. So, to answer the question from earlier: yes, Haru would still save the thief if he was aware of it. He values human lives to the point that the First Division had the audacity to say that he “has no right to be a police officer.”

Daisuke listened closely to Haru’s wishes and worked to make them come true. He worked to find a way to bring the perp down without any bloodshed and practically did anything to conform to Haru’s wishes, ranging from allowing him to use HEUSC to setting off smoke rockets to prevent the perp from getting shot by the police. When the First Division chief insists that Haru shoot the perp, Haru is clearly hesitant. What if things go wrong again? No, why should he shoot him when he wants him to live? Should he just throw away his morals in the midst of panic? Haru is shown to try to reason with the perp and just couldn’t bring himself to shoot him. Maybe there will be some development in the future? Who knows.

Daisuke later on bribes the perp by stressing he’ll pay for his sister’s surgery in order to resolve the actual reason he decided to host the stand-off in the first place. Daisuke obviously did it for the mission and maybe he didn’t feel remorse whatsoever (heck who can tell what Daisuke is thinking) but I have a feeling that as the series progresses Daisuke will start to do these acts of kindness not only for the case but also out of authenticity. The perp seems intimidated (possibly by Daisuke’s lifeless expressions) and gives in and the day is saved! The third episode formally wraps up with another unforgettable bop.

The takeaway from the entire episode is that Daisuke started cooperating with Haru and even allowed him to use HEUSC. Was this because he had a change in mindset? Or was he just following his grandmother’s wishes? Personally, I believe it’s both but leaning towards the latter. Daisuke, as mentioned before, has a different kind of respect for his grandmother and would submit to her wishes. Since she said “don’t trouble your coworkers,” he decided to work with Haru rather than just alongside him. She also insisted that Haru help coach Daisuke, so once again, he’s following her orders. However, I do believe that Daisuke is rather curious about Haru’s lifestyle. They are quite different as a matter of fact. He wanted to understand how Haru could easily put his life on the line for other people and maybe even wanted to change himself. That’s unlikely considering it’s only the third episode, but that possibility is still there.

But I strongly believe that Daisuke had a change in mindset, even if it may be small. He jeopardized his life and walked towards the perpetrator only because he trusted Haru’s words: “He isn’t the type of guy to kill.” Maybe Daisuke did this only to follow his grandmother’s wishes. Maybe he did this out of sheer trust. Maybe he did this to try to better his relationship with Haru (the chances are, yet again, a bit low). Nonetheless, he still put his life at risk and this was one small step in their partnership (and one giant leap for fangirl-kind). That’s not to say that their relationship isn’t still iffy. Whenever Haru starts to speak in the car, Daisuke just puts the pedal to the metal and drives off into the distance.

Personally, I enjoyed this shift in character in Daisuke in the third episode. I've seen many comments regarding how it's sudden that his character changed, but I felt as though it made sense (as explained above). I see where they're coming from as we were robbed from the Hong Kong trip, and it’s evident that something happened in Hong Kong that caused a shift in their characters; however, I felt as though the third episode put emphasis on the fact that Daisuke is changing whether it be by his free will or his grandmother’s, or both.

In conclusion: I cry over pretty boys so much to the point that I wrote an entire review on them.

EDIT: So it’s been confirmed that we’re going to learn about what happened in Hong Kong in a drama CD. All I can say is yes

#i have nobody to talk to fkbu about #my solution: write an essay #harusupremacy #i actually enjoyed writing this lol #fkbu #fugou keiji #the millionaire detective #balance unlimited #fugou keiji: balance:unlimited

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danurso · 5 years ago

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I suppose Melting the Ice has to be with WK but Im interested in the story

@loganhunter2 you and elz asked for the same story, so just look here.

K, here we go.

Title: Melting the ice

Pairing: Jaune x Weiss (White Knight)

Status: abandoned.

Chapters wrote: 1

Total words so far: 5,700

Story:

This story is set still at the first year of beacon, weiss had just got through the reveal of Blake being a faunus and things were settling down for her, and during a early seturday she wakes up before than anyone and leaves to grab a coffee, in the middle of the way she meets jaune, she's ready to deny him as always but he just passes by her like he didn't even see her there, all that while carrying a somewhat troubled expression, she thinks about asking about it but considering it could probably lead to him flirting with her she decides against it...still, she can't shake the feeling that his expression is somewhat familiar to her.

After grabbing a warm cup of coffee to start her day and meeting up with her friends on the cantina, they start to ask where jaune is and team JNPR says he's probably training at the gym, and talk about how jaune has been off lately, while they talk about it weiss realizes that's been at least two weeks since he last flirted with her, and considering that he flirted with her at least twice a day that was weird, add the fact that he didn't looked great earlier and it was obvious that something was wrong.

Pyrrha said all of them tried to make jaune talk but he didn't said anything to them, and they had to make a plan to get him to open up, and this plan involved none other than the resident ice queen weiss schnee, the plan was simple, weiss would ask him out and then proceed to find out what's wrong with him, considering how much jaune likes her it would probably easy.

There was just one small thing they weren't considering, because it could never happen, right?

Weiss, after a long discussion and a lot of begging from her partner, accepted to help them. And so when jaune was leaving the gym, still with that same expression of earlier, weiss stopped him and asked him out, and it was then that the impossible happened.

"im sorry but i can't, i'm busy right now, maybe another day."

Jaune then walked away leaving a frozen weiss back along with six extremely shocked teenagers, and after the shock passed they moved on trying to think about a new plan, this time leaving weiss behind.

Weiss meanwhile thought about how it was possible that she of all peoples was rejected by jaune arc, it wasn't possible, she was shocked, confused and...just a tiny bit angry, and so she went after him to get an direct answer from him.

She followed him to the entrance of emerald forest, she had no idea why he was going there but still followed him, she looked around for a bit after losing sight of him but managed to find him after a few minutes, and when she pound him he was using one of the trees as punching bags, and kept punching it with bare hands until they started bleeding, he didn't even gave it time or focus for his aura to repair the injury...it was like he wanted to feel it hurt.

She had no idea for how long she watched him punching that tree, she only woke up from her traince when he cried in pain and kneeled on the ground holding his bleeding hand. Why was he doing that? She didn't knew, all she knew was that she had enough and intervened when she noticed that he was about to keep going.

Jaune was shocked when he saw weiss holding his fist back and stopping him from keep going, and before he could say anything she snapped at him, asking if he was crazy and what he was doing and to not dare to lie to her, because it was very obvious that he was not okay.

In other situations jaune would be overjoyed of seeing weiss concerned about him, but this time it had the exact opposite effect and they start to discuss about it.

A small piece of how it went.

"why would you care? you don't care for me remember!? i'm just an useless waste of space, have you forgotten already!?" he spat.

The heiress gave an step back, startled by the sudden outburst, but soon she collected herself and narrowed her eyes. "i know i'm not the greatest person with you but even i can say that there's something wrong, so spill it out!" she hissed back.

"WHY? WHAT DIFFERENCE WOULD THAT MAKE!?" he roared, his anger growing by the minute.

"I DON'T KNOW BUT IF YOU TOLD ME I COULD TRY TO DO SOMETHING!" she yelled poking his chest with her index.

"YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING, NOW LEAVE ME ALONE!" he turned his back to her.

"NO WAY! NOT UNTIL I KNOW WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU!!" she pulled his shoulder and faced him.

"IT DOESN'T CONCERNS YOU, YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT!" he roared again, this time his eyes started to get slightly wet.

"HOW CAN YOU BE SO SURE ABOUT THAT!?" she roared again, the heat on her voice growing.

"YOU JUST CAN'T!! WHY CAN'T YOU FIT THAT IN YOUR THICK HEAD!?" he roared back, an tearstreak rolling on his left cheek.

"YES I AM THICK HEADED BUT YOU ARE EVEN MORE THICK HEADED IF YOU CAN'T SEE WHEN A FRIEND IS TRYING TO HELP!!" she shouted back at him.

"SHUT UP!! WHY CAN'T YOU JUST ACCEPT THAT YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT!?" he roared, his voice starting to crack.

"AND WHY I CAN'T!?" she spat back.

"BECAUSE NO ONE CAN SAVE MY GRANDFATHER!!"

Weiss' eyes widened and her rage vanished, she watched as he breathed raggedly, with more tears streaming down his cheeks.

"no one can..." he kneeled on the ground defeated. "no one..." his voice broken as he let the pain and sadness overflow him.

After that jaune started to cry for a long time, and seeing him so broken like that made weiss heart sink on her chest, so even against her own reasoning she kneeled and pulled him into a hug. He hugged her back and cried for a long time.

Some time later, after he stopped crying, weiss started to bandage his hand while they both stood in silence, jaune started by apologizing for screaming at her even when she was just trying to help, she said she understand it and knows that despite being just as irritating as ruby, he wouldn't do that under normal conditions and asked what was wrong.

Jaune was hesitant at first but after she promised not to tell anyone he told her about how his grandfather was in the hospital and received the news that he has a rare and incurable disease on his heart, the doctors already tried everything but nothing works, he's now in coma and has only a month of life left, two at the very best.

Jaune told her how his dad was an asshole and his grandfather was the real father figure he had on his life, he was the first person to trust him and even gave his weapon to him, jaune loved him more than anyone else but now he was in a bed a few weeks away from death and jaune couldn't do a thing to help him.

Weiss was silent and just offered comfort to him.

This time jaune was the one who asked, he thought she hated him, why did she helped him?

Weiss answer was that she saw a familiar expression on his face and just now she realized what it was, that was the expression of someone losing what is most precious in their life, and weiss knew that expression all too well, since she herself had to stare at this expression every morning in the mirror when she was younger.

She was hesitant at first but jaune promised not to tell anyone, and so she told him of how her mother died of cancer when she was only nine, seeing jaune suffering brought a lot of memories back, good one and bad ones, the good memories of her mother cuddling on the bed with her and the bad memories of jacques not wanting to waste more money after a certain point saying her mother didn't had any solution.

After her mother died her life was hell, she had winter and klein to support her through her loss, but jaune was alone, she didn't told his friends anything about that problem and bottled everything for himself, and seeing him break after locking up did made her feel bad for him.

Weiss, without even noticing, started to cry at the dear memories of her mother and jaune confronted her just like she did for him, she wouldn't admit it but he hugging her did helped to ease the pain a bit.

After that they went back to beacon and found their friends who instantly noticed jaune's bandaged hand, weiss explained that it happened during their training, that the reason of jaune's bad mood was because of his disappointing sword skills and so she agreed to help him train a bit if he stopped moping around.

Their friends swallowed the lie and weiss told jaune to never tell anyone about what happened, if he did she would painfully murder him.

After that jaune would go and "train" with weiss for some time, but it was mostly so he could vent about his situation, with time weiss felt comfortable and started to talk about good memories she had of her mother, and so they bonded like that, with more intense feelings coming up later on.

That's pretty much all i had wrote and planned in general.

Planned scenes:

1- A scene where one where jaune's grandpa wakes up from his coma on his last few days and calls jaune, jaune talks about it with weiss about how he wants to go but is too much afraid to do so, and so she offers to go with him to see his grandfather.

Upon arriving they meet his family, his sisters and mother are very interested in the girl he brought along, the most interested is mia, the youngest of the bunch who was just seven years old, the girl who instantly called weiss an angel because of how pretty she was, and weiss could help but squeeze the adorableness out of the small girl.

2- the scene of the hospital where weiss meets jaune's grandpa who tells her to take care of him and that they already have his blessing, they both blush while jaune tries to deny it but the old man chuckles while ignoring the denials.

3- a scene where weiss is giving mia a piggyback ride and she tells her about how jaune looks happy when he's with weiss, she said her big brother would get sad all the time and he even tried to hide it from her but she knew he was sad, but when weiss is around she can see that he really is happy.

Weiss tries to say that she's just seeing things but mia says she's not, that jaune is like that because he loves her, weiss blushes and tells her that he doesn't. mia tells weiss about how jaune talked about her on the phone sometimes and how she really wanted a chance to prove how much he liked her, weiss is embarrassed and slightly guilt about that and mia says that it's because she also likes him, weiss tries to deny but it doesn't works and the girl just tells her she will keep a secret until weiss finay tell jaune that she likes him.

Fun facts: that's one of the very first stories i made for WK, it was probably the second or the third one. And the fact that weiss mother is dead on this story is because when i first wrote it we had no information about who weiss' mother was or if she was even alive.

#rwby #jaune arc #weiss schnee #jaune x weiss #weiss schnee x jaune arc #jaune arc x weiss schnee #rwby white knight #rwby whiteknight #whiteknight #white knight

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mrs-pissoff · 5 years ago

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Your eyes (part 2)

Part 1 here

Pairing: Reader (she/her) x Thane Krios

Disclaimer: I don’t own Mass Effect or its characters.

A/N: This will be a long one. I’m just verbose and love a slower burn. I have no idea how long this story will end up being, but hopefully I can finish it before my muse dies. I can tell she’s getting tired already.

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She retreated to her room hastily after the encounter, and if she wasn't feeling sleepless before, now she was definitely sure she wasn't going to get even a minute of restful sleep. It was all so surreal and his words rang in her mind endlessly.

You intrigue me.

Sitting down onto her bed a heavy sight escaped her lips. She wanted to understand why Thane of all people would say something like this, and to her. Someone who was less than kind to him. He didn’t seem to be the kind of man who’d say such things easily. The thought of him messing with her did cross her mind, but he surely has much better things to do than to get back at her in such a juvenile manner.

The need to remember and analyze her interactions with the drell overwhelmed her. She must have missed something that led to this moment. Surely she has.

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The last time they spoke was a few weeks ago, when he got word of what his son was about to do. The mission only required Shepard and Thane in the end, plus the cooperation of Captain Bailey and C-Sec, but she was still around while they gathered information on Kolyat's target and the person who ordered the hit. She was patiently listening from the sidelines, waiting for the pair to finish talking to Mouse.

She knew very little of Thane and his life. She never bothered to ask. ‘Assassins are not very complicated’, she thought. Meet contact, acquire target, fulfill contract by murder. Easy enough for someone who has the stomach to kill just about anyone regardless of their moral standing. Apparently, Thane was one such man and somehow that didn't make him appear in a more favorable light at all. Of course she was missing many of the pieces here. For example she never knew he had a son until yesterday. Someone was forgiving enough to love a man who kills without distinction if he's told to do so. The world was truly strange.

In hindsight her words seem awfully skewed now. Shepard had told her a few things about him since then, not that she cared to know any of it previously. It may have been better not to learn those things, but it was probably an attempt at trying to diffuse the situation by making her understand Thane's point of view a bit more. Not that it needed diffusing in the first place, it would never deteriorate further. She was done with that conversation, and with him. He was part of the team, and as such had to be tolerated, but that was the extent to what she could do for him. Nevertheless, Shepard, ever the peacekeeper, was relentless and in the end she learned certain things about him. Like how he was raised by the hanar and trained as an assassin from a young age, and how this was pretty much all he knew of the world around him. Seemed like an awfully meaningless life to her, having others make all the decisions for you as if you lacked free will, and being used as a tool. According to Shepard, Thane even referred to himself as such. It's hard to believe that anyone would think of living such a life as great honor. Senseless, all of it. Willingly giving away children to be trained as assassins, stripping them of the opportunity of a healthy and happy childhood. A fate like that can lead to no fully functional adult and Thane is a prime example of that. Life scars us all in different ways.

She knows these things now, but back then, at that moment when she first snapped at him, she didn't. These major differences in their culture flew right by her head and she never bothered to look deeper into why exactly Thane would do the things he had done. Perhaps it wouldn't have mattered anyway. Just because she knows, doesn't mean she has to accept it as well. It's just easier to understand now. But that day? That day when he admitted to abandoning his own son, who was now about to ruin his own life, Thane just looked like a dying coward with a filthy conscience, ready to save face. A man hopelessly scrambling to lighten his soul before the end. She thought his reasons were selfish and wanted to let him know how much of a hypocrite he was, how he failed to calculate the consequences of his negligence which culminated in this unfortunate situation. For the first time since joining the Normandy crew, she abandoned her cautious and reserved manner and let her words flow freely without filter. Words that were meant to tear at him. And she didn’t even understand why.

Shepard had just told him it was not his fault, and like a saint, he said he had to hold himself accountable. That was the last push, she couldn't stay silent any longer.

"How hypocritical of you. Leaving your son behind only to return now. Must have been one long journey finding that backbone." Her voice was low but bitter. She didn't want passersby to notice the conversation, but she wanted him to hear every word. Of course she wouldn't support his son's decision, but it was clear to her now where it was coming from. They never mentioned the possible motive during the debriefing on the shuttle, for good reason it seems.

"He faces a dark path." That much was evident, she wasn't debating it.

"If only he had a good example to follow, huh?" She felt her mood sink further as she faced him, and her tone mirrored that clearly. It was dripping with venom. And Shepard of all people told him just a few seconds ago how it wasn't his fault. There was no one left who was more at fault than Thane. No one.

"I left to protect him. To make sure that he would never be pursued by the people who killed his mother." A sound argument at first glance, but severely flawed at the second. At least he seemed to think it was the right choice, as his answer held a hint of resistance.

"You leaving isn't the biggest and only problem. It's the fact you never returned until now." Her jaw was clenched now and her eyes fixed on the male. His gaze was distant, almost as if a thick mist was obscuring his view. Perhaps she caught him off guard but his silence only angered her more and not waiting for a reply, she continued.

"Has it ever occurred to you that your son would have a different idea of why you left? Have you even stopped to think how it must have felt to him to lose not only a mother, but a father as well? Have you put so little faith in him that you've never considered returning to explain everything to him? You were fine leaving him in the dark all these years, but now that he's doing the only thing he can to understand you better, you decide to return!" Her voice was louder by the end than she would've liked, and she took a deep breath to calm herself. There was no need to draw too much attention to themselves. She wasn't even sure why she felt so affected, both Thane and his son were strangers to her. She couldn't even attach a face to the latter, as she's never met him. But here she was, getting worked up over something that wasn't even her concern.

She took one more breath and glanced at Shepard, half-expecting the Commander to step in and say something in Thane's favor like before. Instead she met Shepard's surprised eyes as they darted cautiously between Thane and her. There would be no fighting, no, Shepard didn't need to worry about that, but she would still bury Thane with her words. "It's almost as if the only reason you're here now is to clear your conscience."

"I wanted him to choose a different future, away from all the suffering I've caused. For him to live a better life than what I could have given him." His voice was almost too quiet to hear, his tone somber and remorseful. Her eyes met his once more.

"And so you decided to cause more suffering by leaving and never returning? So he could only guess why you left? Maybe even feel unwanted or responsible for it? You never gave him the chance to understand your reasons, you never asked him what he wanted and what would have made him happy. You weren't even there when he needed you the most! You hid like a gutless coward instead and would have died knowing that you were unworthy of being called a father!" There was little keeping her volume in check now as she hissed the last words, running out of breath as she finished.

The few concerned glances of the people around them made her snap out of her frenzy. Suddenly she felt more self-conscious than before. She glanced around uneasily before turning back to Thane one last time, careful not to be too loud this time.

"It may not be obvious to you, but it's certainly not rocket science either. Your son may have accidentally found the only way to successfully draw your attention to himself. Just think about how sad this is. Had he not decided to go through with this, you'd have never come here at all. It may not be his end goal to meet you, but I'm sure he hopes to gain an understanding of you at least. For his sake, I hope you can intervene in time and provide him solace. He deserved better."

There was nothing else she could or wanted to say. She felt drained of nearly all emotion, save for a drop of guilt. She didn't even know what she felt guilty for, it was certainly not for Thane. No. You reap what you sow, right? Right. She felt somewhat sorry for Shepard for having to witness this conversation, sure, but that wasn't it either. Perhaps it was the fact that she'd never shown so much of herself so publicly. A selfish reason, but who wants to make a fool of themselves in front of a crowd? Especially knowing how this whole issue had nothing to do with her. If only she managed to take her own advice and mind her business and stew about it alone, when no one was looking. She needed to leave. And right now. She looked up at Shepard, almost begging the Commander with her eyes to break the deafening silence and thankfully, Shepard delivered.

"Come on, we're wasting time. Let's go back to Bailey."

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She spent the rest of the time sitting on a bench not too far from Bailey's office where Shepard and Thane conducted their impromptu interrogation. The waiting was killing her, sitting alone and overthinking her previous outburst wasn't proving very productive. She needed to sleep, or cry, or both. Anything to purge her system.

The pained expression of Thane also haunted her more than she'd like to admit. The man made many mistakes, and paid for most of them. Now it was a possibility that he'd lose the only thing left that he may have held dear to his heart. It really wasn't her place to lash out at him. Of course Shepard's coddling of him also rubbed her the wrong way, for more reasons than one. So, so selfish. The thought of ruining an innocent child's hopes and future still sent her fuming though. Why are children always the ones who have to suffer the most? It was never fair, never. They'd have to carry the burden, be molded by it and grow up with it. If they were lucky, they'd become healthy adults who'll know better than to inflict the same on their own children. If not, then regardless of the reason, they could be tempted to follow a bad example, like Kolyat.

She snapped out of her thoughts when she saw Shepard return, Thane and another drell, his son, being escorted behind her by Bailey and his men. She didn't even realize they moved on from the interrogation. Just how much time has passed?

Thane and Kolyat were led into a separate room, while Shepard and Bailey discussed whatever happened and may come next. She breathed a sigh of relief as her eyes met Shepard's. They were all alive and seemingly well at the very least.

Bailey and the Commander continued talking for what seemed like an agonizingly long time before Shepard joined her. She spoke before the Commander could.

"Reunited at last. Did it go well?"

"Better than expected. We arrived before Kolyat could fulfill the contract. Bailey offered to provide a room for the two of them to catch up and... sort things out. They've been in there for a while now, we'll leave once they're done."

She listened but was somehow still distracted by how easily Shepard could solve problems. Attempted assassination, finding a ship that was lost a decade ago and saving its surviving crew, infiltrating a known criminal's home to steal something, and the list goes on and on. It never ceased to amaze her how Shepard managed to succeed at nearly everything. No wonder people put so much hope into them. But the Hero of the Citadel was still just one soldier and no matter how solid someone is under fire, the pressure of defeating yet another great threat, possibly relating to the reapers, could break anyone regardless of strength, training or experience. It's hard to believe she was a skeptic first.

Time sure proved her wrong.

Realizing that she's been staring blankly out of her head without acknowledging what was said, she nodded. "That's good, they probably have a lot to talk about. And Thane must have a lot of explaining to do." She regretted saying that immediately, fearing that Shepard may misunderstand it. She didn't mean any harm with this statement, not this time at least.

Luckily, before any more could be said, Bailey waved the two of them over, signaling that the family reunion has just ended. They could get ready to leave now. At last.

A silent shuttle ride later they arrived back to the Normandy and departed the Citadel.

The day finally ended, and not a moment too soon.

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I contemplated posting this, I’m not very happy with it, but I don’t know how to rewrite it. Oh well :/

Also, I’m very passionate about parents fucking up their own children (my personal experience is probably coloring my perception on this topic) and it bothered me how we can’t really call Thane out on his shit. I wish we could.

#mass effect #mass effect 2 #Thane Krios #fanfic

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swanqueeneverafter · 6 years ago

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After The Sunset, Pt.2

Storybrooke. Swan-Mills House. Exterior. (Henry is working on the car's engine when Granny intervenes.) Granny: “Stop! You're stripping the threads.” Henry: (Wincing:) “Sorry.” Granny: (Scoffs:) “Look kid, I'm happy to let you borrow my tools, but you got to respect the machine. This is vintage Curse-Era Classic.” Regina: (Joining them:) “Hey, Granny, would you mind picking us up a few grilled-cheese sandwiches - for lunch?” Granny: “Glad to. No one should be doing auto maintenance on an empty stomach.” (Granny puts down her oil soaked rag and walks off to collect lunch.) Henry: (To Regina, hesitantly:) “So I-I may have hit a curb and dinged the passenger door.” Regina: “Oh, Henry, do you know what I put this car through? (Chuckles:) Scratches are a part of life. Look, Emma and I have been thinking, and maybe your future is outside Storybrooke.” (Holds up several college brochures.) Henry: “Mom, I thought you didn't want me to leave home?” Regina: “Oh, I don't. (Chuckles:) But being a parent also means learning to let go.” Henry: “Really?” Regina: “Henry, I just want you to be happy. And even if happiness means a rowing crew in Ithaca. Or a chess club in Boston.” Henry: “Or studying film in Los Angeles.” Regina: (Grimaces momentarily then relents:) “Whatever you want. (Smiles:) Even California.” Henry: “Thanks, Mom.”

Enchanted Forest. Past. (Rapunzel pours tea for her daughters in the garden.) Rapunzel: (As the teapot runs empty:) “Looks like the kettle's run dry.” Anastasia: “It's your company we came for, not the tea, Mother. Right, Drizzy?” Drizella: “Actually, I am thirsty. (Rapunzel looks dismayed at this before Drizella notices her father approaching:) Daddy!” Marcus: “Hi, sweeties. You ready to head back to the manor? I need to speak with your mother.” Rapunzel’s Quarters. (Marcus and Rapunzel speak alone.) Rapunzel: “I'm losing them, Marcus.” Marcus: “That isn't true. The girls love you. Anastasia doesn't stop talking about you.” Rapunzel: “Drizella slips further away every day.” Marcus: “You have to give it time. She was so young when you left. Here. (Puts down his bag and opens it, removing a fur-lined cloak:) I brought you something.” Rapunzel: “That's my old cloak.” Marcus: “I mended it.” Rapunzel: “You kept it all these years?” (Rapunzel turns toward the fireplace and Marcus places the cloak over her shoulders.) Marcus: “Rapunzel, had you not made that deal that stormy night, I'd likely be dead and our girls in the streets. Our family owes all its happiness to you.” Rapunzel: “Do you still love me?” Marcus: (Turns her to face him:) “Of course I do. And our girls mean everything to me. But so does Cecilia. I have to go.” (Marcus quickly takes his leave as Rapunzel removes the cloak.) Gothel: (Appearing in a chair beside the fireplace:) “You're too strong for tears.” Rapunzel: (Quickly turns to face the witch:) “If you're here to put me back in your tower...” Gothel: “I'm not. In fact, I admire your resourcefulness in escaping.” Rapunzel: “I was surprised to find my family like this.” Gothel: “The deal was honored. They sleep every night in their cozy manor.” Rapunzel: “And yet I, myself, may as well still be locked in your tower.” Gothel: “That was the deal.” Rapunzel: “You knew that I would escape eventually, didn't you?” Gothel: “I had hopes.” Rapunzel: “Why?”

Gothel: “You proved pure enough to sacrifice yourself for your family's happiness. And now I'm curious to see if you'll sacrifice someone else's for yours. (Gothel stands and walks toward Rapunzel, conjuring a spotted toadstool into her hand:) Just a little something I unearthed in Wonderland. Squeeze it into Cecilia's drink when she least expects it. You can make her go away. You can have your family back.” (Gothel places the toadstool into Rapunzel’s hand but Rapunzel immediately turns and throws the mushroom into the fireplace.) Rapunzel: “Cecilia's an innocent in this. I won't hurt her. I'm not that person.” Gothel: “If you're truly who you believe yourself to be, then perhaps, over time, your path will bend towards happiness. If not - (Nods towards the mantelpiece:) there's always my way.” (Rapunzel turns to see the toadstool sitting upon the mantel, when she looks back, Gothel has vanished.) Drizella’s Birthday Party. Some Time Later. (Rapunzel serves drinks to the guests at the party when Cecilia walks over to her.) Cecilia: “You are amazing. You make the best lavender lemonade I’ve tasted.” Rapunzel: “Oh, well, Marcus mentioned they were your favorite.” Cecilia: “Well, as nice as they are, why are you working today? It's your daughter's birthday. You should be celebrating. (Looks over towards the girls:) Excuse me.” (Cecilia leaves and Marcus approaches.) Marcus: “She's trying, you know.” Rapunzel: “I do.” (At the sound of the girls laughter, Marcus and Rapunzel turn to watch Drizella open her presents.) Marcus: “You see how well the girls get along? Maybe us parents should take a cue from them.” Rapunzel: “Marcus, she's looking after my daughters. I'm alone here.” Marcus: “You're really not. Our girls need you.” Rapunzel: “I gave Drizella a gift. She didn't even smile.” (Rapunzel watches as Drizella opens Cecilia’s gift of a violin.) Drizella: “Ohh! It's amazing, Mother! Thank you! Thank you!” Rapunzel’s Quarters. (Returning with a tray full of empty glasses, Rapunzel places them down before grabbing a piece of silverware and hurling it at the fireplace mirror in anger. Spotting the toadstool, Rapunzel grabs it and makes a fateful decision. Walking back into the kitchen, she holds the toadstool over several glasses of lemonade, and squeezes.)

College Campus. Present. (Emma, Regina and Henry stroll through a collegiate-looking QUAD surrounded by ivy-covered buildings. Henry is grinning from ear-to-ear.) Henry: "This feels good. I think this place could be a good fit for me." Emma: (Trying to keep things light:) "And... we're only a six hour drive from Maine." Henry: "Don't get too excited. I still want to check out USC..." (Regina flagrantly steers Henry eagerly towards a group of similarly aged kids.) Regina: "But those kids look so nice and East Coast-y." Henry: "I think they're my tour group. Are you guys gonna be okay?" Emma: "We'll be fine." Regina: "There's a group cry session for empty nesters. Don't worry, there's wine." Henry: (Rolls his eyes:) "I'll see you back at the hotel." (Henry leaves.) Emma: “So... how’re you coping with all this?” Regina: “Oh, I’m... fine. Henry seems excited.” Emma: “Yeah, he does. It’s nice to see him happy since his breakup with Violet.” Regina: (Scoffs:) “Don’t get me started on that little madam.” Emma: “Violet?” Regina: “‘Maintaining a long distance relationship just seems too hard.’ What the hell would she know about it?” Emma: (Bemused:) “Regina, you never even liked Violet.” Regina: “That doesn’t mean she wasn’t useful. At least if they were still together there’d be a chance Henry would visit more often.” Emma: (Smirks:) “Well, ulterior motives aside, need I remind you that our son hasn’t even left yet? And who knows how often he’ll visit?” Regina: “Oh come on, he’s practically beside himself at the thought of leaving.” Emma: (Linking arms with Regina:) “Didn’t someone mention wine?” (Regina smiles and allows herself to be lead away by her wife, back towards the hotel. Meanwhile, in among the tour group, several excited kids are talking at once about the campus while Henry wears a pensive look upon his face.)

Enchanted Forest. Past. (Rapunzel stands with her daughters at the funeral of Marcus and Cecilia.) Rapunzel: (As the girls sob:) "It will be all right, I promise you. I will make everything all right." Gothel's Garden. (Rapunzel enters the garden to find the witch waiting for her.) Gothel: "What a terrible waste of a promising soul." Rapunzel: "You told me the mushroom would get rid of Cecilia. You never said it would kill them." Gothel: "What else could I have possibly meant? Pity. For long, I've sought after a hero pure of heart known as The Guardian. Someone incorruptible by evil, willing to sacrifice.” Rapunzel: “The tower. The poison.” Gothel: “When you accepted suffering to save your family, I thought you had the potential to be The Guardian. But you couldn't resist the temptation to harm an innocent. Perhaps someone else in your bloodline will do better.” Rapunzel: “You come near my children, you put them in that tower, and I will scale it brick by brick if that's what it takes.” Gothel: “I'm sure you would. But since your escape, I made a few improvements.” (Gothel reaches into her pockets for something but can’t seem to find it.) Rapunzel: (Holding up the bottle:) “Looking for something?” Gothel: “No.” Rapunzel: “Do it when they least expect. Isn't that what you told me?” Gothel: (Backing away:) “No.” Rapunzel: “Now, I can either use this to banish you to that tower, or we can make a deal. (Gothel nods:) Soon the people of this land will know I had something to do with their deaths, so I want you to send me and my girls to a new land. To a place where we can start our lives over, as a family. Do we have a deal?” (Wordlessly, Gothel reaches into her robes and pulls out a magic bean.)

#sq #swanqueen #swan queen

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sonicrainicorn · 6 years ago

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A Complex Solution

Honestly, I just wanted to write Logan having zero tolerance for people’s crap

Takes place within this AU

Words: 1370 TW: Homophobic language (though nothing too bad cuz I couldn’t bring myself to write that) Desc.: Five-year-old Virgil starts to get bullied at school by a little booger of a kid. Deciding that enough is enough, Roman tells one of their dads. Turns out the parent isn’t such a nice person either.

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Most of the time, Patton picked up the twins when they got off from school. He had the better schedule out of the two fathers, though lately, that had changed. Someone left their position and Patton had to take up some of their work. It wasn’t all that bad, but that meant he no longer could pick up the twins every day. So that task fell to Logan.

Logan started to pick up the twins just about every other day. It wasn’t the best situation for him but it was the only one. He’d rather leave work a few minutes early than have Virgil suffer through daycare. That kid was almost as antisocial as him.

It was about a week into this change that both parents started to notice that something was a little off. Virgil would leave with a forlorn expression on his face while Roman would leave with a scowl.

Patton asked them on more than one occasion if anything was wrong, but neither said a word about it. It wasn’t until he forced Logan to confront them that they even got anywhere.

Roman ended up revealing that there was a mean kid picking on Virgil. He wanted to tell them from the beginning but Virgil insisted that it remain a secret; it was okay because he could handle it. Well, he couldn’t handle it. Neither could Roman. He tried to stick up for his brother to the best of his abilities, yet it always ended up being a fruitless endeavor.

The fathers had a discussion and (Patton) decided that one of them would have to talk to the bully’s parents. Logan and Virgil thought that was abhorred. Human confrontation? Gross. But whatever Patton said is whatever had to be done.

As fate would have it, Logan happened to pick up the twins on the day that an opportunity arose.

All the students in the kindergarten classes had to wait in the front until their ride came to get them. It was a little inconvenient having to get out of the car but understandable. Logan walked up to the little patch of grass his sons were sitting on, with all the intentions in the world to get home, but saw that wouldn’t be an option.

Tears were streaming down Virgil’s face. It was obvious despite the fact that he tried to hide it. Roman was beside him, giving his best effort at being comforting.

Logan ignored the pull in his heart in order to ask them what happened.

Virgil didn’t want to speak, but Roman did. “Mathew said mean things. H-he hurt Virge.”

“Do you want to tell me what he said?” Logan was at their eye level.

Roman looked over to Virgil as if asking for permission, and responded aptly when Virgil shook his head. “No thank you, Daddy.”

Logan frowned. His sons weren’t secretive children. They were mischievous for sure, but they never kept secrets if it was a serious situation. Whatever was said to Virgil must have been rather upsetting.

“Come on.” He stood up. “We’ll get some cookies before we go home.”

The twins followed suit. They looked a little less upset -- which was a good sign. Logan still wasn’t the best at cheering people up.

However, before they could leave, Roman stopped them.

“There,” he whispered and tugged on Logan’s pant leg. “He’s right there.” He pointed in the direction of a woman and a little boy standing together.

Virgil hid behind Logan’s legs as they walked over to the bully and his mother.

“Excuse me,” Logan spoke before the woman could leave. His voice was polite and calm despite the fact he felt angered by the little boy at her side.

“Yes?” The woman responded, just as polite. She even added a smile.

“I don’t mean to disturb you, but my son, Virgil, has been telling me that your son has been bullying him for the past few days and I feel a need to intervene.”

“Oh?” The woman seemed puzzled. “I’m sorry, but I thought Patton was Virgil’s father.”

Logan quirked a brow. “Well so am I.”

The woman tensed. She not so subtly pulled her son behind her as if to create a physical barrier between him and Logan.

It made Logan frown.

“What my son does to yours is none of my concern.” All of her politeness melted away. It was as if a switch had been flipped inside her.

“I think it should,” Logan responded. He tried to be the reasonable one, but it took all of his effort not to snap at her. “If your child is acting out then you should address it.”

“I’d say he’s acting within reason.”

Logan clenched his fists, making Roman glance at it in confusion. “What makes you think that?” His voice caused the twins to take a step back. They heard him like this once before, and the outcome resulted in both of them on time out until Patton came home.

“You and your… children don’t really have a place here.” She sneered at him. “It might be best if you had a reason to leave.”

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When Logan opened the front door to the house, the twins rushed in with bright smiles.

“You three are home late,” Patton called out from the kitchen. The lack of smell indicated that he hadn’t begun cooking yet. “What were you up to?”

“Daddy almost hit a lady today,” Roman chirped, making Logan sputter in a panic.

He cringed when something crashed. He waited, with his heart in his throat, for the inevitable onslaught of Patton’s scolding.

“You what?!” Patton all but screeched.

“Uh oh,” Virgil whispered. He and Roman ran before any arguments could take place. If Logan was scary when mad they didn’t even want to see Patton.

“Logan Sanders,” Patton continued. His voice was even more terrifying when it was walking toward the person in question. “You better explain yourself right now.”

Logan thought the wall was rather interesting today.

“Logan.”

“Well you heard Roman,” he felt like a child who got caught doing something wrong. The nervousness in his stomach caused him to stutter, “I got into a little altercation with a parent while picking up our children. Our children, by the way, do you know the wonderful work --”

“Don’t try to distract me, Logan.” Patton crossed his arms. The seriousness in his face flickered for a moment. “I imagine they’re doing the best they can. But that’s not the point. What do you have to say about almost fighting a woman?”

“She was mean.”

Patton would have snorted at the child-like response from the usually professional Logan if he wasn’t so mad. “That’s not good enough, Logan.”

“She was homophobic, is that better?”

Patton was taken aback. That’s not something he was expecting at all. He figured it was over something silly like a parking space. “What do you mean? A-are you sure?” He didn’t know anyone in their community to be like that. Everyone he had talked to seemed nice.

“Oh, I’m pretty sure.” Logan frowned. “She went so far as to start using slurs. What she said about Roman and Virgil…” He clenched his jaw.

Now Patton understood. “But I’m still surprised at you.” His voice was gentle, the anger seeping out of him like water out of a cracked vase. “I understand that you lose your temper but that shouldn’t mean that you need to fight someone. Honestly, I’m a little disappointed.”

Logan found the wall interesting again. “So I guess now wouldn’t be the best time to tell you that I’m prohibited from stepping foot in the school for a while?” He spared a glance at Patton.

On the outside, Patton showed no reaction to having heard the news. On the inside, he was screaming into the void. Then he brought up a smile that was deadly as it was sweet. “I think maybe you should cook dinner tonight, honey.”

Logan was already in the kitchen.

#sanders sides #logan sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #logicality #homophobia tw #bullying tw #human au #berry done au

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kiruuuuu · 6 years ago

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Sledge/Maestro oneshot in which they go shopping and Maestro is panicking not very secretly. (Rating T, fluff³, ~1.5k words) - written for @kapcan as a continuation of my aggressively pleasant streak >:|

(Also, this is set after Maestrom and contains a major spoiler that should be obvious from everything else that I’ve written so far because I’m a big softie and would never, ever write a longer fic with a sad ending. So yes, there’ll be a happy ending. Wooo!)

“You wanted kiwis, right?”, Sledge asks while squinting at his own chicken scratch on the note with which Maestro has entrusted him. “Or what does this say?”

“Yes, kiwis, but the golden ones, as bright and marvellous as your smile, caro mio”, comes the easy answer. Maybe a little too easy. He’s reminding Sledge of a flustered bird, fluttering to and fro, forgetting things left and right and unable to concentrate well. It’s a good thing Sledge is in charge of the shopping list or else Maestro would lead them up and down the aisles entirely too many times.

“Get the onions in the meantime, we don’t have many left at home.”

“Onions, yes, they seem biting and sharp at first but add a little heat and they mellow out and turn lovely and sweet – just like you, tesoro.”

As Maestro hurries off, Sledge tests how ripe the kiwis are with a small, secret smile to himself. It’s rare enough to witness the Italian lose his countenance in public, even rarer when it happens without him noticing, and watching him flail both verbally and physically never fails to entertain Sledge. If it were serious, he’d immediately try to reassure him but right now, he’s enjoying himself too much, especially since Maestro’s anxiousness usually manifests in a flood of exaggerated compliments – a quirk which he steadfastly denies. He’s already squinting suspiciously at Sledge now and then, probably guessing his mood, suspecting Sledge knows what’s up better than Maestro himself. The only missing piece is a reference to how much Maestro suffered during the three years they spent apart and Sledge will have a bingo on his ‘Maestro is both troubled and in denial about it’ card.

“What else? Don’t just stand there, amore, we have places to be and they’re not here.”

His impatience is almost endearing. “We need brown sugar for the chutney.”

“The only sugar I’ll ever need is standing right here.” Maestro’s palms come to rest on Sledge’s cheeks and he presses a few quick yet loud kisses to his lips before running off again. It’s cute, hilarious and heartwarming and Sledge shares a grin with an older couple standing a few metres away before shaking his head and setting out to gather a few other groceries on the list. When his lover returns, Sledge asks him to go get dark chocolate to which Maestro wistfully replies: “I completely lost my taste for it after we parted, vita mia, did I ever tell you? One of my sisters bought me some to try and cheer me up and only made it worse. I’m so glad that now I get the chance again to smear it all over -”

“Adrianito, please, there are children present”, Sledge gently scolds him and is pretty sure Maestro would’ve flipped his hair in indignation as a response if it’d been long enough. Also: bingo. He should intervene soon before Maestro fully self destructs. For the moment, he seems content in likening the food they’re buying to various parts of Sledge’s body or to personality traits of his.

“Puff pastry as pale as your beautiful British skin, caramellino, basically begging for me to mark it.” This one isn’t even an exaggeration, he ensures there’s plenty of lovebites covering Sledge at all times.

“Get some clotted cream while you’re at it.”

“As thick as your thighs, carissimo, you really have been training hard though I fear my cooking will eventually fatten you up like an elephant.”

Apparently, Maestro has witnessed this one too many times in his own family due to his mother’s excellent cooking. Regardless, Sledge can’t help but laugh at the unexpected comment. “Very smooth. I’m flattered.”

“Just as smooth as clotted cream. Which, incidentally, is just as smooth as your juicy -”

“Adrianito. Stop talking filth and grab the cayenne pepper.”

“No cayenne pepper is nearly as hot as you are, luce dei miei occhi, though just as titillating as your company. I’d eat handfuls of it if only it meant we’d never be separated again.”

“You were the one who left”, Sledge reminds him politely which Maestro waves off with a dismissive ‘details, fiorellino, details’ before stalking off once more.

By now, they’ve reached the point where both of them make jokes about it since their frankly ridiculous contentment has healed any wounds, pushed the painful time so far from their minds that it’s barely more than a distant memory. Maestro being the first thing Sledge’s eyes focus on each morning has become the norm though he makes sure not to take it for granted, wakes the love of his life with affectionate touches and takes the time to savour their embrace for a few minutes before getting up to walk Diana and returning to a full fledged breakfast. It’s bliss and Sledge regularly reminds himself of this fact, refuses to let habit take over or lose that special something which makes it seem like Maestro radiates pure delight.

When he returns, his lover almost trips over his own feet and Sledge decides to address the elephant in the room (which isn’t him, thank you very much, he’s begun jogging with Diana by his side to counteract the number on his scale which is slowly creeping upwards). “You’re nervous”, he states and grins as Maestro nearly drops the cayenne pepper.

“Don’t be ridiculous. What would I be nervous about? I’ve made the chutney before and -”

“You’re nervous about my family”, Sledge clarifies and simply stops walking when Maestro threatens to book it with their cart to avoid the conversation. He gets to the end of the aisle, halts, visibly braces himself and hesitantly approaches the Scotsman with empty hands.

“We’re leaving in two weeks, carissimo, that’s plenty of time, it’d be completely stupid to be nervous already.” Sledge stays silent but lifts a mocking brow accompanied by a smile. “Two weeks, tesoro! I care, but even I don’t care that much.”

“Mark mentioned earlier how his family would probably eviscerate James before he can even set foot inside their home”, he points out and watches Maestro deflate in defeat. Despite the Italian being the one who’s a master at reading others, Sledge is finely attuned to his moods by now – besides, the panic in his lover’s eyes was visible for everyone who happened to look at him right after Mute’s offhanded remark. And Sledge looks at him a lot. “Come here.”

Maestro allows him to pull him into a hug with a sigh yet doesn’t miss the opportunity to grab two handfuls of Sledge’s backside. He never does. “What if they don’t like me?”, he mumbles against Sledge’s shoulder and earns a snort.

“Then they don’t like you. It happens. Not much you can do about it.”

“You’re supposed to tell me everyone likes me.”

“Being universally loved is unattainable, Adrianito. Please stop groping my ass in the middle of the supermarket.”

“Curse you and your unshakeable realism.”

“It doesn’t matter what they think. We barely speak as it is, therefore they have no say in my life choices whatsoever. I know you’re hoping to expand your already excessively large family but if you don’t get along, so be it. None of it will influence my love for you and you can’t lose what you never had, so don’t worry about their approval.”

“And what if you were forced to choose?”

Sledge laughs softly and kisses his temple. “Now you’re being overdramatic, luv, they would never. I’m not going to entertain your wild what-if scenarios because that’s how you end up asking whose leg I’d eat first in a pinch, Mark’s or my own. We’re going to visit them and it’s going to be awkward because you’re going to compliment my mum and anger my dad simultaneously, they’re going to take a while to get used to everything that is you and my brother is probably going to endlessly mock you for personifying all Italian stereotypes he knows of. And afterwards we’re going to go back and nothing will have changed. Alright?”

Maestro basks in the embrace a little longer but the sigh he heaves indicates he’s relenting. “I can compliment your father too if you like.”

With a low chuckle, Sledge kisses him before withdrawing and leads them back to their cart. “We can talk more about this later, the puff pastry is thawing.”

“Were you not nervous when I invited you to meet my family?”, Maestro wants to know defiantly and seems to actually be pouting.

“No, not really.”

“You could at least lie so I’d feel better, amore.”

“We just have one thing left on the list now”, Sledge switches topics and turns to his companion, “gherkins.”

Maestro looks at him and opens his mouth before closing it again at Sledge’s amused, expectant expression. “I’m not going to go there”, he eventually grumbles, “I’m not. It wouldn’t even be true.”

“Suit yourself.”

“Alright. You know what? They’re fucking sour. Just like your attitude.” And yet he laces his fingers together with Sledge’s once the Scotsman is done laughing.

#rainbow six siege #sledge #maestro #sledge/maestro #fanfic #maestrom #i will flood tumblr with sledge/maestro content and if it's the last thing i do #also when will you give up kapcan #*shakes fist*

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grimahearted · 6 years ago

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below the cut is a 1.6k-word meta turned drabble about the first timeline. PLEASE be mindful of the trigger warnings listed in the tags--i don’t think it’s too graphic, but i do name certain actions and it might be disturbing. everything has either been drawn directly from canon, has been plotted with another mun, or involves a muse who i have not interacted with.

this is canon to my blog

ruya is a lot less trusting and a lot less forgiving in the first timeline. her past is...painful, shall we say, between being on the run, losing their mother, being forcibly teleported away on the brink of being captured, and suffering from abuse/assault at the hands of previous employers, because in ylisse no one in a court of law is gonna believe the brown girl over the white man--especially when the charge is rape. moreover, she’s faced a lot of racism (both in terms of microaggressions and in overt stuff).

she joins the shepherds out of necessity. she’s running out of money, and sure, she’s not exactly leaping at the chance to be employed by the crown, it’s money and a place to stay, and she figures she’ll leave them within a couple of months anyway. she doesn’t trust the shepherds any farther than she can throw them, and she can’t throw ‘em very far because she’s not the physically strongest person around. also, she’s less likely to forgive someone for a slight, especially if she perceives it to be racial. of course, she doesn’t do much outwardly because she’s clearly the outsider in the shepherds, and doing so wouldn’t be safe (in her mind, anyway).

it’s also harder for people to excuse her lack of social skills. as an amnesiac, there’s a clear explanation. but when she refuses to talk about her past and clearly has some odd mannerisms, people tend to keep their distance. not everyone, of course, but some.

so, fast forward to them reaching regna ferox. she’s not too happy with chrom’s comment about the plegians being sent to cause trouble at the border (even if she understands his frustration), and the only shepherd she feels like is maybe a friend is lissa, because lissa feels the safest out of the shepherds and also being mean to lissa would feel like kicking a puppy, and ruya’s not one to kick puppies.

she does sort of get along with virion, and is one of the first shepherds to realize he’s from roseanne (though even she doesn’t know he’s the duke), and once she tells him to buzz off on the flirting and they discover a mutual interest in chess, they’re at least...somewhere on the way to becoming friends.

by the time they’ve rescued maribelle, ruya’s friend list consists of lissa, virion, chrom (who managed to make amends after some serious conversation), and sumia (whom she bonded with over books). it’s just enough to give her some ties to the shepherds, and with aversa and gangrel knowing exactly where she is, she figures it’s better to stay put.

then the assassination happens. chrom is severely wounded in an attempt on his life, which will leave him with a permanent injury on his leg and prevents him from rushing to emmeryn’s aid once the main force arrives. ruya does her best to cobble together a defense, but she has to get chrom medical attention first. they run into gaius on their way, and the candies that fall out of chrom’s pockets while ruya is trying and failing to soldier carry chrom plus gaius’ own misgivings about the assassination thing. it’s a good thing she does, because gaius can carry chrom better than she can, and he gives her a vital piece of news: rajya is among the assassins, looking for her.

by the time ruya manages to rejoin the fray, gaius in tow, the shepherds are in a bit of disarray, seeing as they basically ran over after hearing the explosion, and there are holes in their defenses even after ruya starts giving orders because ruya doesn’t know the layout of the castle. she manages to recruit rajya, who was all too happy to defect from the other side to join her under the name raven, and a taguel named panne, who claims to owe the exalted line a debt.

it’s not enough. assassins use the secret passages known to only a select few to run right around their defenses, and by the time ruya realizes and scrambles to catch up, emmeryn is lying in a pool of her own blood, and the fire emblem is gone.

it’s not her fault, chrom tells her. but she feels like it is, and what’s more, most people (including many of the shepherds) blame her. it’s bad enough that she’s a plegian who’s tightlipped about her past, worse still that she recruited two of the enemy, and worst of all they find out that validar is her father--something even she didn’t know. chrom is hastily crowned exalt and puts his foot down, promising ruya a place in the shepherds if she wishes it, no matter what uproar the nobility might create.

with the few friends she has in the shepherds suffering from wounds both physical and mental, ruya decides to stay. chrom is grateful, and several of the shepherds relieved. others, not so. rumors begin to swirl, stories of blame twisting into stories of collusion--she was a spy all along, planted to ensure that the assassination runs smooth.

with chrom on her side, she finally has the safety to fight back. she no longer just takes the cruel words and snide laughter, nor the thinly veiled accusations or slights that go beyond just words. but it doesn’t matter. she can insist all she wants, gaius and rajya can corroborate all they want, but the specter of guilt hangs steadily over her shoulders. still, she stays.

the war with plegia is long and grueling, with them facing the full might of the plegian army with their smaller force and low morale. but they see it through. with gangrel’s head lopped off in the desert sands and the fire emblem back in their grasp, they return home, weary but triumphant. chrom makes her his formal advisor and grants rajya a place to stay, should she wish it.

her new position only fuels the anger held by many in the court, and the slights increase to even a poisoned drink. deliberate snubs and rumors of an enchanted exalt, beguiled by plegian magic, begin to swirl. ( if ruya marries chrom, it is only worse)

luckily, she won’t have to put up with them for long. valm attacks port ferox, and the shepherds ride again after just shy of a year of peace, and ruya’s relationship with a majority of the shepherds is as rocky as ever. none amongst them doubt her loyalty any longer, years of fighting erasing that doubt. but they aren’t exactly close, either. ruya holds many of them at arms’ length, save for the precious few whom she trusts. but things are better, and she’s happy to call each and every shepherd a friend, or at least a friendly acquaintance.

the war with valm proceeds more or less the way it did in the second timeline, save for the occasional complication made by chrom’s leg. say’ri and tiki join their party, and while ruya takes to both of them, she’s left chilled by tiki’s occasional musings on their own similarities, and the knowledge that the manakete brings--the grimleal are trying to revive their fallen god, and the only way to safeguard against it is to collect the remaining gemstone and complete the rite of awakening.

plegia has sable. in hindsight, it is just too convenient that they extend an invitation. but alas, validar had been careful to keep distance between himself and his most devout followers, and even rajya does not realize that it’s a trap before it’s too late.

ruya seizes the emblem under validar’s command, bound to his will by the rite performed on her as an infant, and rajya launches an assault on the prince, validar’s aim to end as much of the exalted bloodline as he can. chrom does not want to fight rajya, but frederick cannot simply stand by as his liege is attacked.

frederick’s lance pierces rajya, and the surge of emotion it wells within ruya is enough to break the last of validar’s grip on her mind. she breaks free just in time to cradle her twin sister as she dies. fearing what else they might lose, the shepherds flee castle plegia, rajya’s body left behind.

ruya rounds on frederick in her grief. validar’s control left rajya wide open to attack, her sorcerer’s robes no match for the strength of a lance, but ruya doesn’t know that. she blames frederick, only to find herself facing the business end of his lance, still red with rajya’s blood. he delivers his judgement: she is a threat to chrom, and she must die.

chrom intervenes, placing himself between frederick and ruya as he professes his complete faith in her. frederick reluctantly agrees not to harm ruya without provocation, but it means little to her emotionally, even though she can concede that she understands.

fragile trust grows even more strained in the wake of her forced betrayal, and no matter how much her closest friends try, ruya’s perception of the shepherds is irrevocably soured--in no small part due to grima whispering in her ear.

ruya knows little about the rituals required to revive the fell dragon, but she has ammi’s stories of an altar deep in the desert, where grima supposedly slumbers. if grima will be awakened anywhere, it will be there.

and so they go, grima’s influence on ruya’s thoughts and feelings growing as he takes firm root in her psyche. they enter the dragon’s table to find validar ready for his rite, but the presence of the gemstones has grima so awakened in her that she can barely think straight. still, she leads the shepherds to victory...but alas. the lives lost during the battle--including some of her friends’--at the altar are enough to feed grima just enough, and he takes control for only a moment--driving thoron through chrom’s chest.

“this was not your fault...promise me...you’ll get away from this place.” but it is, and there’s no going back from what she’s just done. chrom’s pretty words of peace and goodwill are nothing, for she has seen that nothing changes that she is plegian and they ylissean. their differences cannot overcome the bonds that she’s made.

the fell dragon calls to her, and she gives in.

#°❀•°: even with ashes in my mouth i was still born to breathe ( headcanon. )#murder cw /#manipulation cw /#abuse cw /#assault cw /#racism cw /#rape cw /#attempted murder cw /#oh i guess ot3 would actually change some stuff but not in the overall narrative hmm #god i hope this readmore works on mobile if not i'm sorry

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askhewtahmas · 7 years ago

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Puppet on a String || Solo Para

Word Count: 1,729

Warning: Like, one swear word.

Note: So, this took wayyyy longer than intended. But between struggling to find muse for Hew and being ill for two weeks, that’s just what had to happen. Still, I hope it was worth the wait and that you guys enjoy the big reveal ;)

Hew often remembered his dreams, so it didn’t feel too strange when the familiar weight of his subconscious fell on his shoulders, but rather like an old friend.

“Old friend, huh?” The voice made Hew jump as he turned to face where it had come from, only to frown as he saw the familiar bearded face seated on the armchair beside him.

“No way...” He trailed off, approaching the man who seemed rather smug with himself, although he couldn’t for the life of him pinpoint why.

“What? Aren’t you happy to see me?” The man frowned, teasingly, before leaning forward. His attitude, however, caused Hew to take a step back. He wasn’t an idiot, he knew that something was off.

“I don’t know, it’s been a while. Besides, you’re imaginary.” He argued, although he doubted that he sounded particularly convincing with the way his voice wavered. “...Right?”

“In a way.” The man replied, with a shrug. “You’ve only ever seen me in your head - illusions, magic tricks, that kind of thing. But I can assure you that I am very real.”

“Then, who are you?”

“Loki, Norse god of mischief and fire,” The man suddenly disappeared, causing Hew to spin around frantically until he caught sight of the man in a low bow behind him, “at your service.”

“...Get out of my head.”

“Now now-” Loki gestured weakly as he took a few steps towards the younger, dark haired man.

“I said get out of my head, now!”

“No need to cause a ruckus. I only came to ask for your assistance.” Loki fired back, now more sure in his movements.

“Assistance?” Hew hesitated.

“Yes, assistance.”

“And why would I want to assist you?”

Hew wouldn’t admit it, especially not to Scotta, but he was a nervous wreck. He hadn’t particularly cared about who their biological parents were until they were suddenly expected to meet them. He knew that he needed to at least look strong, since his sister had always been the sensitive one, but he wasn’t sure how. Putting on a front usually came so easily to him, but this time the wall just wouldn’t come up.

This discourse within himself almost caused him to miss the light sobbing from behind the door he’d been pacing in front of. A door that he knew lead to his parents’ bedroom. With a worried crease in his forehead, he gently knocked before poking his head in. The brunette hair quickly gave away exactly who it was, and the quick movement of her hand to wipe away her tears gave away that she hadn’t been expecting him.

“Oh, H-Hew. What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be-” Isobel began, still sniffling, as Hew gently shut the door behind himself.

“What’s wrong?” He asked as he sat next to her, now able to visibly see her body shaking from the effort to stop the tears.

“It really doesn’t-”

“Don’t you dare say it doesn’t matter.” Hew warned. “You’re clearly upset, you’re crying for God’s sake.” Isobel sighed as she ran a hand through her tangled locks, clearly still trying to hide her tear stained cheeks.

“You don’t want to hear about my problems, not right before-” This time Isobel cut herself off as more sobs fell from her lips.

“Isobel, you’re my mother. For you I have all the time in the world.”

“Why, because I’ve been dealt a great wrong, of course. You were always the nice one, after all.”

“I can’t imagine you didn’t get anything that you didn’t deserve.”

"I may have indirectly killed a man, I'll admit it. But does that mean my sons deserved to be murdered? My children to be banished? My wife to suffer?"

“...What?” Hew questioned, blinking.

“Oh, you don't know? Either no one told you, or you just never paid any attention.” Loki began, condescendingly. “I was - involved, shall we say? - in the murder of Baldur, Odin and Frigga’s favorite child.” The look he sent Hew implied that he had expected this to upset him in some way, but he remained stoic, causing the god to roll his eyes in disappointment. “Now, I understand my own punishment. Of course, I was only messing around, but I more than anyone can understand the anger and distress that comes with the loss of a child. Your father did murder two of my own sons after all; simply so their insides could be used as my chains. I was locked away with my mouth sewn shut as a venomous viper drools onto my face for the rest of my days. But that wasn’t enough for him. The monster then allowed my wife to stay with me in my captivity, holding a bowl above my head just to keep the venom away. But even she has to occasionally empty the bowl.”

The look of combined horror and disgust on the Scottish prince’s face confirmed that the blond had him hook, line and sinker.

“I, I thought your children were banished?” Hew replied, dumbly, as if wanting some semblance of good news from the man before him. Loki sighed dramatically.

“A few were, yes. Fenrir, Jormugand and Hel were taken from me, and from the halls of Asguard, because your kind found them to be too monstrous. Sleipnir was only allowed to stay to serve as the king’s steed.” The last part was spat, clearly a particularly sore spot for the father. Because of this, Hew opted not to ask how the humanoid had a horse for a child. “So, tell me, young prince, do you really think that I ‘didn’t get anything that I didn’t deserve?’“

The news hit the twins like a brick. They had always assumed that their parents had been regular people, nothing special.

“Turns out he had a wife at home. Kids, too. Even grandchildren.” Caroline, their biological mother, continued. Although at this point it seemed more akin to nervous rambling, with which Hew doubted his and his sister’s silence was helping. A glance over at Scotta confirmed that she wasn’t going to intervene any time soon, so he took it upon himself.

“So, he was an ancient, seductive asshole?”

“To put it lightly, yes.” Caroline seemed to find more humor in the situation than either of them, but he supposed that she’d also had seventeen more years to accept it.

“Great. Just, great.”

“...No.” Hew sighed.

“Then we have an understanding.” Loki’s grin was sad on the surface, but Hew missed the smugness underneath.

“So, what do you want me to do?”

“It’s simple, really.” The blond began as he started circling around the younger man. “I need you to release me from my prison.”

“And how am I suppose to do that?” Hew shifted on his feet, trying his best to keep his eyes on the man before him.

“If you’d let me finish then I’d tell you.” Loki snapped. “I’ll help you get to where I’m held - it will be easier to communicate with you once you’re nearer to me. The largest issue is going to be the giant snake guarding me, but a strapping young archer such as yourself shouldn’t have much trouble with that.” He winked.

“Then what?” Hew asked, carefully.

“Then we steal a golden apple, make you a god, and get even.”

“Get even?”

“Your father ruined my life, ruined my children’s lives, and hardly improved your own. I’d say it’s time he had a taste of his own medicine, don’t you?”

By this point Isobel was openly sobbing into her son’s arms as she spoke, having given up any semblance of calm that she had formally been attempting to uphold. To Hew’s credit, he simply stroked her back and listened.

“I-I just, I know that we haven’t been the best parents, me and Merida. We’ve been so busy and we probably weren’t ready - I mean, we were so young.”

Hew had grown use to this over the last few minutes; Isobel starting to say something before hiccuping and losing her train of thought, causing her to quickly move on to a different topic that tended to span the same umbrella.

“But we loved you - we still do. You and Scotta. But now your actual mother’s here and what if you prefer her? What if you click and leave us all alone in this giant, empty castle-” Hew finally decided that he didn’t want to listen anymore.

“Isobel, look at me.” He commanded as he carefully turned his mothers face, gently brushing away her tears as he did. “She may have given birth to us, but that’s all she’s done. You and Merida took us in despite everything, and you raised us as your own. Sure you were busy, but you were there as much as you could be, and I promise you that we’re not going to up and leave you for a woman we knew for maybe two minutes as newborns. You’re our mother, and Merida’s our mother too. As far as we’re concerned this woman is just the uterus that we came from.” Luckily that last comment got a small chuckle, although it didn’t quite stop the water works.

“Thank you. I suppose I needed that.” Isobel sniffled, wiping away at her own face in an attempt to make herself look presentable again as she offered her son a wobbly grin. Rolling his eyes, Hew clutched Isobel further into his chest, before burying his face into her hair as he continued.

“Stop it, you’re gonna make me cry too.” He shook his head, laughing a little as tears pricked at his own eyes. “But for the record, you’re welcome.”

“Yeah, actually. I think I do.”

“Then it looks like we have an agreement, DunBroch. Or do you prefer Odinson now?” Loki asked, a smirk on his face as the dreamscape distorted around him.

“It’s McKendrick-DunBroch.” Hew replied stiffly, crossing his arms.

“Whatever you say.” Loki grinned, stepping into his personal space. “So, do we have a deal?”

Despite his heart telling him that he was doing the right thing, Hew’s head had never felt more like a lamb to the slaughter. When he shook the god’s hand, it was as if he was signing his own death warrant, yet he didn’t feel guilty. Not one bit.

“We have a deal.”

“Then what are we waiting for?”

#solo para #oneshot #askdescendants

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thatsjustsupergirl · 7 years ago

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Random but I'm still peeved about the Alex/Kara argument in 2.02. Especially the part where Alex claims to have given up a career in medicine to protect Kara. I mean, I'm not sure if that's bad writing or Alex IC blatantly ignoring reality because Alex was not gonna graduate due to academic probation plus she was in jail for at least public intoxication if not a DUI (I can't remember if she got arrested before putting the keys in the ignition or not). 1/

She wasn’t exactly ‘days away’ from graduating med school or anything. Now Alex may have taken the job with J'onn to protect Kara but I’m pretty sure J'onn made the offer to throw a lifeline to a drowning Alex not to protect Kara. But the whole protect-Kara angle really doesn’t hold water since Alex didn’t give Kara even an ounce of potentially life-saving information that she learned at the DEO. Nothing about Kryptonite or secret anti-alien agencies who could blackbag her. 2/

It feels more like Alex enjoyed the leverage of knowledge even while Kara expressed dissatisfaction with her own life. (Did she like lying to her sister? Probably not. Was there a selfish satisfaction to knowing more the Kara, to being part of something bigger? Yeah, I think there was a bit.) 3/

But outside of the influences of redK Kara would never pick apart an argument like that IC but IDK it seems like a very significant character flaw that fandom tends to ignore which is disappointing because the selfishness plays so well off Alex’s deepseated guilt and sense of duty. Alex!Discourse usually focuses on her relationship with Eliza or making her a martyr for her sister which does as much disservice to the nuance of her character as it does to write Kara only as a space puppy. 4/4

This ask made me so happy.

I just finished my S2 talk time project a few days ago and then went back and rewatched the pilot, and let me tell you it is very easy to forget just how much progress Alex and Kara have made, because wow is it jarring to see them at the start of S1 where Alex is so much worse at emotional vulnerability and amped up on passive-aggressive snark.

I really loved that scene in 2x02, which I have written about before, because it highlights all of those flaws without taking away from the fact that Alex still makes a valid point that Kara needed to hear.

Nobody is perfectly consistent in how they express themselves. Ever. People are chaotic and messy and complicated, and they find ways to rationalize bad choices to themselves. They find ways to rationalize good choices, too. They forget about the emotions that motivated a decision over time, or their relationships change and suddenly a memory is recolored into something that isn’t quite reality anymore. A person’s internal logic or truth is not always *the* truth. But none of that means they are “out of character” the second there is a mismatch.

It just means they’re human.

And you hit the nail on the head: Alex was not telling the objective truth in 2x02, but she might well have been telling a truth she believed. Alex has spent years inventing excuses to justify her life choices and coming up with lies to tell her sister and her mother to keep them off her back. At some point the truth and the fiction are going to start blurring in her mind, at least a little. That’s just how our brains work.

Plus, we’re talking about a woman who was so confident she could beat a polygraph that she didn’t even break a sweat about having no time to prepare. The mental self-trickery that requires is insane. Alex Danvers is good at lying to others, but she’s even better at lying to herself.

So, when it comes to Kara and the complicated relationship they have as siblings? Alex can absolutely be petty, and mean, and hurttful. That doesn’t mean she loves Kara any less. It doesn’t negate all the things she does that are generous or compassionate or selfless.

What it does is make her a well-rounded character. Just like how Kara is more well-rounded for being impulsive and self-centered and stubborn in addition to all of her good qualities.

To return to your point about that period in Alex’s life where she was struggling and J’onn pulled her out: yes, she was absolutely giving Kara a revised interpretation of events. Alex’s memories from 1x17 were not actually things she spoke out loud during that interrogation. (At least, I am 99% confident she was not sharing all of her personal failings in explicit detail, especially since long-winded rambling is not part of a polygraph.) So Kara, as far as we know, still remains in the dark about the exact depth of her sister’s issues. And Alex clearly doesn’t ever want her to find out, because that would be damaging on a wayyyyy worse level than her occasionally being an asshole when they fight.

But, within that scene from 2x02, do we know for sure that Alex is lying? We can’t see into her head, after all. Maybe she genuinely believes she would’ve clawed her way out of her funk eventually and gone into medicine if J’onn hadn’t intervened. Maybe she legitimately wanted to be a doctor even though she was a depressed, self-loathing mess and on the verge of failing out. Maybe she only said yes to the DEO because she was afraid Henshaw would blackmail her or her family, or get Kara carted off to some creepy government lab if she turned him down.

All of that, however, does not negate your point, which is that once she got to the DEO, that choice became about her. Not her family, not her sister. Just her.

For possibly the first time in her adult life.

That had to be powerfully liberating. And I agree, it probably gave Alex some immense satisfaction to know that while she might not have Kara’s superpowers, she could still be out there in the world kicking alien ass anyway. We also know she felt good about the fact that her coworkers and her boss recognized her efforts and her talents, and that she was happy to find a space where that was even possible. Those were not things she’d ever had before. And yeah, she guarded them rather selfishly.

I am iffy, however, on criticizing Alex for not telling Kara about Kryptonite and such, because it’s one of the very first things she and J’onn explain to Kara in the pilot ep. (I’m also iffy because Clark knew Kryptonite existed for way longer than Alex did, and he never told her about it either!) And I don’t think Kara would’ve needed a warning about “secret anti-alien agencies,” at least not prior to her decision to start superheroing. Given that strange men showed up at their house when she was a kid and her foster dad changed jobs almost immediately thereafter and her family was constantly afraid she’d be taken away, I have a feeling Kara was already aware of that risk, at least on some level. You’ll note that she never questions the motivation behind Alex’s “never do something like that again” in 1x01, even though Alex is extremely harsh and hurts Kara’s feelings.

tl;dr: Alex, like the rest of us, has her flaws. She has a nasty tendency toward repressing or hiding negativity at her own expense, in part because she’s afraid to disappoint her loved ones, but also because her sense of empathy runs deep and she doesn’t like seeing others suffer. She can be passive-aggressive. She loses her temper in immature, ugly ways.

None of this means she’s a bad person. She’s usually a very good person! But it also doesn’t mean that we get to handwave the ugliness away as “shitty writing” just because it presents a challenge as far as understanding her character.

#alex danvers #danvers sisters #long post #my meta #anonymous #asks

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ventingblacklist · 7 years ago

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3x22 Alexander Kirk Pt. 1

“That house by the water, holding a gun in your mouth? I should have pulled the trigger.”

Scottie is in Indonesia. This is a separate thing that happened in the past. Red will later tell the task force about it as if it was a past incident. The people captured already back home.

The mission supposedly involves ransoming some woman back from terrorists, but really she’s already had Halcyon rescue the woman. And she’s taken the dude’s brother hostage and ends up getting three times the amount she was supposed to pay him.

And then she starts talking.

I don’t know if it bothers you telling people things they don’t want to hear, but it makes me uncomfortable, which is ironic because most people think I’m a bully. They think I enjoy it, being blunt, making people feel small, but nothing could be further from the truth.

Years ago, I-I suffered an unspeakable loss. And since then, I’ve been crippled by free-floating anxieties that attach to pretty much anything. Some days I-I can’t even get out of bed. I haven’t slept through the night in two years. 4:00 a.m., I’m up doing Sudoku.

Normally, I delegate a meeting like this because, conflict, it’s debilitating. But I’m working on the power of positive confrontation.

I think she thinks that everybody is a therapist.

We pick up pretty quickly after the airport incident.

Red seems to go right from the airport to Liz’s apartment. Tom enters and immediately asks about what happened at the airport.

Tom has things packed up. I guess he’s moving. Ha. Maybe Kaplan is shipping stuff down to Cuba.

Red has come to offer his resources in the raising of Agnes. And to tell Tom they need to go into a safehouse until he can dispatch with Kirk.

He’s in Liz’s apartment alone. He stops to pick up Liz’s bunny from a packed up box.

Tom enters, gun drawn. Sees it’s just Red and tells him to put the bunny down.

grrrr

Red: Tom, I want to speak with you about your daughter...Even if you don’t want me to have contact with Elizabeth’s child…I have virtually unlimited resources. I want you to know that those resources are at your disposal in the raising of Agnes.

Tom keeps breaking in asking about Hargrave.

Red: Alexander Kirk. Tom: I don’t know who that is. Red: The man who ordered the attack on your wedding. He’s ultimately responsible for Elizabeth’s death. I’m going to find him. Tom: No, no, Susan Hargrave… Red: Was a contractor. A hired hand. Tom, until I end this, your only concern is to keep Agnes safe.

Tom wants in on going after Kirk. Red says no. But Tom is like, you want me to accept help for Agnes? Then you need to let me in on this.

Tom should know about hired hands who screw things up. He was one himself. Like mother like son, apparently. He should be thankful Red was more interested in killing the power behind him.

“Alexander Kirk is the alias of an oligarch who made a fortune after the fall of the Soviet Union buying mining operations for pennies on the dollar. In 2002, he went into hiding after falling out of favor with the Kremlin. He owes his survival to some of the world’s most powerful politicians whose careers he secretly bankrolls.”

Everybody’s all hesitant about working with Halcyon. Red says Kirk is ultimately responsible and he lists some of the good operations Halcyon has pulled off, like the Jakarta one, to get people on board.

But Red tells Scottie later that he still holds her responsible:

“I think you’re responsible for her death. I’m looking past that because I want Alexander Kirk’s head.”

He’s putting her aside because this is personal.

But back in the war room:

“She’s a brilliant strategist. And if we want to get Alexander Kirk, we’re going to need her help to do it.”

Scottie knows things about Kirk’s operations. His money and such. That will come in handy.

Red and Scottie brainstorm on how to get to Kirk. Scottie says through Kirk’s finances. Red says they’re untouchable. Scottie tells him about Kirk funneling around $300 million into Diaz’s campaign.

Scottie: Diaz is the front-runner. If he gets elected, Kirk’s reach will extend into the White House. Red: ...If we steal Diaz’s money, Kirk won’t be far behind.

Scottie is concerned about Tom’s anger. Red says that they’re both looking past her role in what happened in order to get to Kirk.

Red says he’s never liked Scottie. But he’s a tad giddy at the thought of robbing the next President of the United States.

Scottie: It’s a presidential campaign. If that money goes missing, everyone on the planet will take notice. Red: You make it sound so fun.

Tom arrives at the hospital to see Agnes. He nods to a couple of bodyguards, FBI guys, I think. But Scottie is inside holding Agnes.

She’s come to make sure Tom is willing to work with her.

"I remember my little one looking up at me, eyes full of wonder. They say losing a child is something one never recovers from.”

“I hope you never experience that kind of loss.”

There’s something a little threatening in the whole scene.

Tom says he’ll work with her for the moment. She sends Solomon to pick him up. They helicopter into the place.

The task force is already there waiting.

Ressler: I’m sorry. I can’t. I thought I could, but I can’t. Cooper: Remember, we’re doing this for Elizabeth. Ressler: Yeah, but they’re the same people who killed her.

Kirk is having a meeting. Saying something about approval being a formality after the U.S. election. I guess some oil deal or something.

An aide breaks in to whisper to him that they know the location of the child. Kirk says he wants it done today.

Lots of technical stuff in this ‘Grey Matters’ meeting. Suffice it to say there’s a terminal at a bank that wires Kirk’s money into buying campaign ads for Diaz. So they’re going to ‘rob’ the bank, then skedaddle, then the FBI will come in after them to investigate the robbery and access the terminal.

Cooper and Ressler are all like, ‘we’re not going to rob a bank, bladey blah.’

Scottie -

"You work with the single most sought-after criminal in America. Thanks to you, he’s not only free, his criminal empire’s expanding. You, all of you, have proven quite capable of parking your selective morality when the moment serves. I suggest finding Elizabeth Keen’s killer is just such a moment.”

They ‘rob’ the bank. A kid gets shot in the crossfire. Tom rushes her to an ambulance. They blow up their van for... I have no idea why.

Ressler and Samar come in to do the actual robbing.

Ressler: Tell me you’re not okay with this. Samar: I wouldn’t be if I had a better idea, but I don’t.

Ressler goes with the bank guy while Aram directs Samar to the terminal. She puts the dongle in the thingie and Aram and Dumont, Halcyon tech guy, have a bit of a pissing contest over generating the bank president’s password.

They also need a retinal scan.

They must leave the FBI hack thingie in place until they can finish grabbing the money.

Tom returns to the hospital to find a dead nurse and a missing daughter.

The hospital tells him Scottie took Agnes. He stomps over to Scottie’s place. She’s holding a fundraiser dinner for Diaz.

Scottie sees Tom watching her.

She gets her guy to have Tom wait somewhere else.

Tom paces and looks at pictures. Including the one at the beach. He hears a noise and goes down the hallway a bit. Scottie’s guy closes the door.

Sounds like some kind of medical equipment.

She tells him that the girl from the robbery survived. Tom is out of patience.

Um.

Yeah.

Is this some GSA thing? (Which, apparently is a thing. Thanks internet, for telling me another thing I did not need to know.)

They’re definitely trying to show that there’s a draw there.

It’s a good thing Red told one of them they were related, or some really screwed up stuff might have started happening.

Agnes to the rescue!

“My people received word Kirk was on the move. I alerted the FBI, and because of it, more people weren’t hurt.”

From the deleted scene from this episode, it appears that Reddington is the one who tipped Scottie off. He had Scottie intervene at the hospital since his own goons weren’t welcome.

Scottie goes back down to Diaz. She’s supposed to be ‘hooking the fish.’ I’m guessing the deleted scene took place right after this one. In it, Tom reiterates his desire to kill Hargrave.

Deleted Scene.

Deleted Scene Analysis.

Back in the aired episode, Tom is back at ‘Grey Matters.’

The president of the bank that was robbed is staying at the Turkish Embassy in Berlin. He’s also the treasurer of ‘Futures America,’ the PAC that Kirk used to buy ads for Diaz. Explains why Kirk’s money is funneled through that bank.

“Pruitt manages assets worth over $4 billion belonging to fugitives like Alexander Kirk.”

In order to access Kirk’s money, they need to scan this guy’s retina. So they need to get into a reception at the embassy.

Tom offers up a plan to have him go undercover as one of his aliases.

Tom: Pavlenko is a fugitive wanted in Turkey on money-laundering charges. When the ID gets flagged by INTERPOL, it will require my provisional arrest. Once that happens, officials in Ankara will immediately insist that I am transported to…

Solomon: To the Turkish Embassy.

Tom will get in, escape the authorities, poison Pruitt, and Halcyon will be waiting with an ambulance and a retinal scanner outside.

Um. What the frick? How does Tom still have the box?

Was it not taken into evidence in season one? Maybe it’s not the same? But I seem to recall the hinges being that way.

Is this just a prop sloppy thing? I feel like this might be a prop sloppy thing.

Dumont creates a loop on the security camera so he can escape undetected.

He swipes a key card from one of the guards, finds a waiter jacket, and is on his way to Pruitt.

Tom replaces Pruitt’s cigarettes with poison ones.

Tom speaks German. We already knew that.

Pruitt smokes. Pruitt collapses. Nez and Solomon are waiting.

The first retinal scan fails. Aram figures out it’s because his pupils are too tiny. So they have to go to a pharmacy and get pupil biggener.

Solomon pushes Tom a step too far. Tom shoots him. Solomon survives.

Cooper gets on the line with Tom. The guy at the bank has gotten word of Pruitt’s abduction. He’s on his way to the bank now to freeze the accounts.

It’s a race as the locking out and the transferring are happening at the same time. The funds win. Scottie calls Red. Time to talk to Diaz.

Diaz gets home. He’s on the phone demanding that someone get a hold of Pruitt.

Scottie is waiting on his couch. She tells him she took the money. Or rather, they did.

"Unlike Scottie, I have little use for politicians and even less for their politics. Who occupies the White House is of no interest to me.”

Diaz goes to call the police, but Red tells him to call Kirk.

Red has just taken Kirk’s most powerful potential ally away by taking away his ability to bribe him. Red knowing about the dirty money makes him immune to any action Diaz might take against Red. And without Kirk’s money, Diaz won’t win. So he calls Kirk.

"I have your money. I have your senator.”

"Do you know what I’m thinking, Raymond? That house by the water, holding a gun in your mouth? I should have pulled the trigger.

“So, you have my money and my senator. You don’t have me.”

Red turns back to Diaz.

“You’re gonna hold a press conference to announce you’re taking a moment away from the campaign trail to compel billionaire Alexander Kirk to testify about some of his business activities before the Congressional committee you chair.”

Scottie tells Diaz that once Red has Kirk, he’ll get his money back. Freshly laundered to a PAC of his choice.

Diaz: I am not gonna be an accomplice to murder. Red: You are if you want to be President.

Apparently he really wants to be President.

Cooper and Ressler are talking. Aram comes in and tells them that Diaz is compelling Kirk to testify.

Cooper: When this started, Kirk was the criminal who was going to be controlling the next President. Now it’s Reddington.

Ressler, Cooper, Aram, and Samar are all made Agnes’ godparents.

“You know, Liz and I never really had a family until we met you guys. Albeit a slightly dysfunctional family, the kind where you try to kill each other occasionally.”

Sam continues to be chopped liver in this story. Poor guy. You take in a child and love her as your own and nobody remembers you existed.

Also, as much as that last line pissed me off because ‘haha, oh, it’s so funny how meera’s dead and everyone else almost died, haha’ I think it has more to do from the writer’s perspective with the revelation of who Tom’s parents are.

He’s literally part of a dysfunctional family that tries to kill each other. Ya know. Occasionally.

Red appears in the doorway for a sec. Tom is the only one who sees him.

Red leaves.

Tom goes to kill Scottie, still in his christening suit. Despite Red warning him against it earlier.

He struggles with the decision a bit. I’m not sure if the struggle indicates that he’s killing Scottie because of Agnes, or in spite of Agnes. Based on the deleted bit with Red, I would say in spite of?

See, I get this if Liz actually died. Tom wanting revenge. But, ya know. She really didn’t die. And Tom knows that. And Scottie wasn’t trying to kill Liz at all and actually just saved Agnes and is not at all a threat to Agnes in the future.

The guy who was waaay too gung ho and handled the abduction of Liz with the finesse of a bull in a china shop is shot dead in Germany for all Tom knows, so why the need to kill Scottie?

Tom goes in and the assistant tells him she’s not there. Tom says he’ll wait.

In other words, if he kills her, someone will know exactly who did it. This is not a tie up of a loose ends here, this is an opening of a giant can of worms if Tom does this. Apparently he thinks he can just kill Scottie and the full force of Halcyon, which he has seen with his own eyes, will not pursue him to the ends of the earth.

Anyway, Red calls him and tells him not to do it.

Red: If you kill her, the answers you’ve been looking for your entire life will die with her. Tom: What are you talking about?

Tom looks at the picture. And puts together that she’s his mother.

Tom: My mother. Red: Yes. Which is why I didn’t want you involved. Tom: Why didn’t you tell me? Red: You have a child to raise, Tom. If you start asking questions, it will put her at risk, it will put you at risk.

Tom: But her son is dead. She told me that herself. Red: Christopher Hargrave went missing when he was only 3 years old.

Tom: Christopher… Hargrave. Is that my name? Red: Susan Hargrave genuinely believes her son is dead.

Tom: So, she has no idea who I am? What, did somebody fake my death and hide me from her all these years? Why would anybody do that?

Red: Listen to me, Tom. Susan Hargrave has many secrets. Some of them concern you. If you want answers, you must conceal your true identity.

And there’s your basis for a new show.

“My perfect baby boy. He loved the water. Found that necklace in a trinket shop during a trip to Ocean City. We had rented a house that summer, spent the whole week on the beach building sand castles with drawbridges and moats.That night, Howard and I had a… big fight. Too much to drink. Next morning, Christopher was gone. The police searched everywhere, but... nothing. He was just… gone. Like his castle.

“It’s been 28 years, and not a day goes by where I don’t walk into a room… hoping, praying he’ll be there.”

She half-jokingly asks if he’s here to kill her again. Tom says he was, but he won’t for his daughter’s sake.

She tells him he’s hired.

“In my experience, there’s a very fine line between love and hate. We could do incredible things together.”

He seems mistrustful. Says he’s sorry about her son and leaves.

#rewatch 2017 #alexander kirk part one

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dailynarutoimagines · 8 years ago

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Omg,, could I please have a sweet scenario with Pein and his adopted daughter (reader)? Maybe with her being a little fearful of some of the other Akatsuki members?

Like Akatsuki Oprhan? Lol, I’ll try my best. Also, I realized after I posed this that you requested a reader-insert, but since it’s already up it’d be hard to change it...sorry!!

“You’re not the most inviting father figure, ya know.”

As the Akatsuki gathered around the table, a little girl sat at the head coloring in a blank piece of paper. Next to her was the leader of the Akatsuki, Pein, and his second in command Konan.

“And neither are you, Hidan,” Konan retorted. “Which is why you’re the crazy aunt figure in her life.”

“FUCK!” Hidan was getting increasingly exasperated. Pein shot him a deadly glare, covering the young girl’s ears. In turn Kakuzu simply stomped on his partner’s foot to try and distract him from making anymore unnecessary outbursts.

Kisame stepped forward, clearly confused. “If I may ask, Leader, how and why did you come by the girl? She’ll only get in the way.”

This time it was Konan who gave someone a nasty look. “In time, Kisame, don’t be so morose - it’s not like you.”

“…The circumstances can be discussed later,” Pein interjected. “We must assign the rest of the roles now.”

At this statement, everyone in the Akatsuki stiffened, save for Itachi. His eyes betrayed little, however, except for a small twinkle of amusement as he looked at the girl. Sasori was making his way towards the door while Deidara merely squirmed uncomfortably.

“Now,” Pein said, standing up. He tapped on the girl’s shoulder. “Kiyoko-chan, why not pick out who would make the best mommy?”

The girl - Kiyoko - looked from Pein to Konan, then to the rest of the group. Her reaction was less than excited, though, as she eyed some of the more imposing members with unease. Seeing the door at the far end of the room open, however, she pointed and mumbled something inaudible.

Pein, realizing Sasori was trying to escape, used his push-pull powers to shut the door in the puppet master’s face.

“…Get out of that hideous getup, Sasori,” Pein ordered. “It will scare Kiyoko.”

There was a dreadful pause as the room tensed. It was unlike Pein to be so scathing in regards to something so trivial, but with a child around there was a general assumption that it made him soften up a bit, in turn becoming more critical of those that may pose a threat to little Kiyoko.

After what seemed ages, a puff of smoke appeared and out came the red-head. Sasori sneered at Pein as he quietly rambled about the artistic beauty of his puppets; the only one who was tuning into the puppeteer’s rant, however, was his hot-headed companion Deidara.

“Sasori-Danna, all due respect, but Leader - for once - is right. Your puppets are nothing but hideous caricatures that contain no real artistry, un.” The entirety of the Akatsuki sighed as they knew what was coming next.

“And you call your petty blasts art, Deidara? You’re hopeless.”

“That’s my line, un!”

“Just like an eight year old who plays with clay.”

“At least I’m not some everlasting grump, un!”

The facepalms were all around as the argument continued, knowing it was futile to try and intervene. Just when it seemed all hope was lost, Kiyoko jumped on the table and marched over to the duo, a curious yet determined look burning in her eyes.

She pointed to Deidara: “MOMMY!”

Then to Sasori: “DADDY!”

“WHAT [un]?!”

Before either could devour the girl with their jutsu, a flash of black sped between them and scooped up the girl. Itachi now held Kiyoko on the other side of the room.

“Now, Kiyoko-chan, wouldn’t you consider one who saved your life a better parent then…” He began.

“No, Nii-san, that’s Mommy and Daddy because they fight about stupid stuff all the time,” she replied jovially. At the opposite end Deidara and Sasori flinched, but dared no further as they saw Pein’s menacing gaze bearing down on them.

Itachi, on the other hand, seemed extremely pleased. He set Kiyoko down who skipped towards Konan, clutching her leg.

“Baba, I’m hungry.” Kiyoko said. Konan’s eyebrows lifted as the room stifled laughter. In turn the woman sent a few paper shikigami towards the select few who couldn’t keep their mouths, causing some deep paper cuts in the process.

“Does this make me a grandfather?” Pein asked curiously.

Kiyoko nodded. “Yeah, because Baba and Jii-chan never argue about stupid stuff, like Mommy and Daddy.” Again, Deidara and Sasori flinched, but kept their tempers this time.

“And Uncle and Auntie can have tea parties with me!” Kiyoko continued, pointing first at Kakuzu then at Hidan. “Nii-san can join in too.” Itachi smirked, the only one in the room who seemed okay with his new role.

“Hey, what does that make me?” Kisame whined in the corner. Everyone turned to see the shark man trying his best to come off as affable, sporting a toothy grin.

Kiyoko eyed him warily as she slowly marched over to him. Looking Kisame up and down, she took her time assessing whatever it was she was assessing, then finally blurted out,

“PET!”

“WHAT”

“Sorry I’m late, what’s going on?”

Before Kisame could grab Kiyoko, Zetsu appeared beneath her and as he stood, took the girl upwards atop his head. At the same time the door busted open and in stumbled Tobi, who upon seeing the girl stopped and became rigid.

“Great! Tobi!” Deidara declared. “You have a mind of a child, tell that little witch that I am NOT GOING TO BE HER MOTHER, UN!!!”

Yet another awkward silence beset the group; Zetsu stood there with his mouth agape and unsure of what to say. Meanwhile Kiyoko jumped down and headed back to Pein to resume coloring. Deidara eyed Tobi with an increasingly dangerous glare, losing his patience.

“…Tobi doesn’t like kids,” the mask finally said, sitting down at the table scrupulously. No one said anything as Deidara looked like he was about to bust a vein, Sasori blinked at Tobi’s response, Hidan was readying for a sacrifice, Kakuzu restraining the aforementioned troublemaker, Itachi was kneeling to Kiyoko’s height as she drew, Kisame looked absolutely heartbroken, Tobi sat there unmoving, Zetsu decided to simply stay out of it all, Pein didn’t look surprised, and Konan merely hid her face in her hands.

It was after a period of silence that Pein finally stood and addressed the crowd.

“Now I want you all to keep your new roles in mind as we raise Kiyoko,” he said unwavering. “If I catch any of you out of line - especially Mommy and Daddy -” he eyed Deidara and Sasori while Hidan snickered uncontrollably - “then you WILL suffer the consequences.”

“Meeting adjourned. Come Kiyoko, let Grandma and Grandpa take you out for ice cream.” Konan hoisted the girl on her hip as Pein headed for the back door.

“Yay! Can Pet come along?”

“NO.” Kisame was the first to storm out of the room.

“Well, at least I find the role of Uncle suitable,” Kakuzu said, heading for the door.

“Does this mean Auntie has to one up you?” Hidan asked, brandishing his scythe. As the two marched through the doors, everyone could hear him making a fuss as he told Kakuzu he’d be a better Auntie than he would be an Uncle.

“You - no words, just shut up and let’s go.” Sasori opened up Hiruko again and climbed in, giving Deidara a poisonous glare. The latter complied but seemed to boil underneath his skin; Tobi nodded and said he’d expect quite a show tonight with Deidara’s fireworks. If it weren’t for Sasori, Tobi would have been part of the show.

Itachi held Kiyoko’s drawing aloft. “…This would look spectacular on the fridge.” He rushed through the doors and after Kisame to help locate some magnets, clearly taken with the fact he was now a proper Nii-san again.

Zetsu disappeared without a trace, although White did complain that he wanted to go grab ice cream with Kiyoko and company - which Black declined vehemently.

“See, Kiyoko-chan? They’re not as bad as they look,” Konan said.

“Yeah…one big family.” Pein sighed, unsure yet satisfied.

- Admin Rhia

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nylaaaaa · 5 years ago

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Chapter 6. Creature Problems

I had been walking for what felt like a long while but realistically I had just passed the stump that told me I'd been walking 5 minutes. There isn't much in the forest that I had to pass to get back home, but the scenery alone makes the trip worth while. It had a breathtaking emerald green that swirled into mossy brown. The wood trunks that held the leaves lined a million year story in the vibrant wet mud brown that glossed over all the trees. The floor was an autumn brown thanks to all the leaves falling down. The satisfying crunch of the leaves told you autumn was in it's prime and we get to hear these sounds for a good couple of months longer. I had walked at most 2 minutes more before I felt a horrid pain in my right leg. It shot up abruptly and made me fall on myself. The pain was so unexpected I landed on the floor in shock and couldn't make a sound. I wanted to scream but even opening my mouth created no sound. The pain was extreme but so odd. It felt like it wasn't in my leg but I could feel it. I grabbed onto the nearest tree stump I could find and used every fiber of strength I had to lift myself on to it. I have no idea why I'm in pain but I do know I can't keep walking like this. When I finally managed to sit on the stump my hand immediately went to my leg to try soothe the pain. In the midst of it all a faint sound flew around the air. I've heard it before but it's so faint I couldn't make it out.

Ne.....g....h

There it was again. It sounded broken and hurt. The sound was more clear this time but it still felt foreign.

NEIG........H

Is that....? Did I just hear a horse? Are you kidding me? Is this the sound of death? I've heard that same horse all damn day.

The pain evaporated as suddenly as it came and I shot up unexpectedly. Am I really going to chase this sound again? yes.

I steadied myself as I attempted to guess where the sound came from. I could've sworn it was more dominant in my right ear, so right it is.

There it is. The horse. The light grey beauty was lying on the floor with it's hooves sprawled out. The majestic creature was in a horrid pain and I could pinpoint it was in their back right leg. I could only tell this because that's the leg that was twisted in a bad way. This horse must've tripped. I felt horrible seeing this sight. If a horse couldn't walk it served no purpose. I didn't know how to help it but if I don't the poor thing will suffer untill someone else stumbles upon it and kills it. So without thinking I timidly stalked closer to it and attempted to stroke its mane.

"Easy there, I won't hurt you. I'm here to help." I forced ny words to come out slow and smoothe, like that of a mother calming their child. In an odd way I felt like this horse was my child. The horse kicked a bit trying to back away only to fail and hurt itself more. I paused allowing the horse to see I would take it at their pace and it calmed down a bit. It's grey body had white spots dotted around it and the mane complimented the colours with its silver hue. The sun wasn't poking through the crevices so the horse looked darker than it really was. I settled my hand down and gently stroked its back. It didn't try to move so I slowly brought my hand closer to it's leg.

This was going to hurt both of us.

Without much warning I snapped the leg back into place and the horse's cry brought tears to my eyes. It kicked and fought against the air and I couldn't help but feel terrible. What else could I have done?

The horse's cry came to a sudden end when I noticed my hand had found it's way to it's leg again. Maybe the pressure and warmth of my hand was helping ease the pain? The horse's eyes stared at me, I saw a lot of emotion from this one creature.

"You'll be okay." I tried to convince myself more than the horse. This poor thing. I gently removed my hand and watched as the horse slowly attempted to stand. It took a while and eventually I had to step in to help but the horse was finally on it's feet. It was limping but moving. Hopefully the leg heals before someone finds it.

I didn't want to dwell on the horse so I continued to go on my way home. This was an interesting event that Isaieth would more than likely not believe.

...

"I'm not here to kill her Isaieth I'm just here to wish her a happy name day!" That voice... I recognized it. I had only just reached the farm again and saw there was a woman seemingly having a fight with Isaieth. My fighting instincts kicked in but I decided not to show I was here just yet. Isaieth taught me to stay back if I ever saw trouble and only to intervene if it seemed necessary. Although I slightly feared his life was in danger every second I stayed back I still listend to his words. If this woman was dangerous I would need to stay alive to warn others.

"You don't have permission to see her anymore, Tiana." Wait... Tiana. As in.... the woman who abandoned me, Tiana?

"Oh for heaven's sake Isaieth, will you just let that go. So I had other things to do when she was young, it's not my fault. I'm here now, surely that's all that matters." I looked deadpan at the scene that was escalating infront of me. This women had left me so she could get drunk all her life and she's acting like it was "important business". I can't believe it.

"You lost the rights to her the second you left her alone." Isaieth's voice was raised and honestly it scared me a little. Even when he was a knight he never raised his voice at anyone. I knew Isaieth knew who Tiana was, that's why he adopted me, but I didn't know he absolutely despised her.

At this point in time Tiana had to be 51. She had me when she was 33 so it had to be 50 or 51. I don't really know and I don't really care. I stopped caring before I even learnt about her existence. She chose to go, I only wish she chose to stay gone.

"She's my kid Isaieth, no matter how much you're against me seeing her I will always have more of a right than you." She's actually wrong with that. If a parent, for whatever reason, abandons their kid, they lose all rights to the child and are not allowed anything the kid has. The law was made years ago when a woman who abandoned her child tried to come back after her kid became rich. It was a horrible thing and I'm glad the law got set in place.

"Would you like to ask the king that." I, and probably Tiana, knew his threat was an empty one. No matter how angry he might be he wasn't strong or capable enough to go along with his threats.

"Oh shush Isaieth. Why don't you let the kid decide, I'm sure she misses her mother." ha. No I don't.

"No." Tiana turned around with a bit of shock on her face. It was true what the king said. Looking at her felt like I was looking at an older version of me. The only difference we had was that her hair was greying and her stomach stuck out from all the alcohol she had chugged throughout the years. The rare platinum blonde poked through the greys and made it look like an ombre. I don't know how but Tiana and I were one of the only beings on earth to have this hair colour. The king labelled it platinum blonde after discovering that it looks like someone had poured melted platinum over blonde hair. Her summer-y blue eyes looked like electric and made her tanned skin more pale. It was odd how an eye colour can change your skin tone. Because I lived outside the majority of my life my skin was more tanned than hers but we had the same olive undertone. And just like all the men said, her body was overly curvy, like mine. No one could try claim she wasn't my mother. We were basically twins. But it doesn't mean I accept her as though she is my mother. She is merely another human who breathes the same air as me. That is all.

It took Isaieth a bit longer to realise I was here because, obviously, he couldn't hear me. When he did however his face changed so much you would almost believe he mutated. He went from angry to calm in a split second.

"I do not want to see you." I continued. Isaieth had to squint to read my lips but really he didn't have to read my lips to know what I was saying. We've spoke, well I've spoke, about my mother before and I made it overly clear I wanted nothing to do with her like she does me. I have no idea why she's here now but I do not care enough to find out.

"Natalie.... Is that what they named you? Natalie I'm sorry I had to go but I'm here now. We can work out our issues. Just let me wish you a happy name day first. I can't believe you're an adult now. It seems like just yesterday..."

"You abandoned me." I finished her sentence for her before she could blink. It stunned and annoyed her, she didn't try to hide the emotions that stuck to her face. Tiana let out a loud sigh. I was bored of her presence already. I just want her to leave now.

"Listen, Nat... I'm in town for a month, you might aswell try to be civil." Uh, no. I don't have to do a thing for her.

"Don't call me Nat. You didn't give me the name you have no right to shorten it. And I do not care where you are I will not be civil to a person who is not worthy of kindness." Isaieth was struggling to keep up with our conversation, I could tell. He had to keep looking between us to know just a few words we had said. I felt bad that he was in the dark right now. He doesn't deserve to be left out, she does.

"You're being a bit harsh child." I stopped looking at her immediately and gave a warm smile to Isaieth.

"Is dinner ready?" I signed the words as well as said them so he doesn't have to read my lips to know what I said. He let out a breath and smiled to me. He nodded and it made my smile grow. It was about midday right now but I was starving. We both missed breakfast because of how excited and scared I was to go to the castle by myself. The tour lasted a while, longer than I wanted, but it made a good couple of hours pass by and made my body get hungrier and hungrier. I sidestepped to avoid being any closer to Tiana and left her outside. Isaieth followed and did the same. I do not care where she goes so long as she isn't in my sight.

(A/N The mother's backstory is really interesting and I want to add it in here but I also don't want a redemption ark for the mother. She's bad through and through.)

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