Finally getting around to watching season 2 of Good Omens, and it reminded me that I started (but never posted) an Undeadwood fic with the same premise but with Mason and Clayton as angel and demon, respectively. This was started ages ago, back when season 1 came out. Maybe I will poke at it again. Only half way through season 2, so no spoilers please.
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Okay so I just finished The Old Guard (beware spoilers ahead? Maybe?) and I am now thinking about an Undeadwood Old Guard au and having ALL the feels.
Ok so thoughts:
Arabella as the newest baby immortal, and god she's so angry when she realizes she's immortal - because if she had married Eugene Whitlock first instead, she would have lived through it, and her sister wouldn't have died
Miriam's husband Harrison was immortal, but he lost it and died right before Arabella gained her immortality (his passing making space for her)
(and he wasn't supposed to die like this, wasting away from disease in a shack in the middle of nowhere, he was supposed to die in battle, when his time finally came -)
Clayton and Aly and Matthew who have been together on and off for a millenia, and either had a falling out or had to leave each other and haven't seen each other in decades
They knew all know each other (except for Arabella, they've only seen her in dreams) but they don't want to let on, it's dangerous to let on, so when Swearengen calls them in to his office they just nod and smile and introduce themselves by the names they use now
But once they're barely out of town, Arabella whips around in her saddle; "I've fucking seen you in my dreams, how the *fuck* have you all been in my dreams?" Clayton mutters "not here", leads them further out, so they can stop, and explain, and hand out weapons
And they do, explain to her their lives, going place to place, trying to save lives where they can, and stop atrocities from taking place. She's confused, and so angry at the unfairness, that she should live while her sister dies.
Miriam tells them, then, of Harrison, tears streaming down her face. They don't have time to grieve, but they take a moment anyway, Clayton pulling her in for a hug, muttering how sorry he is.
They fight, and they return, and maybe the Dealer still calls to them
(and oh, it's not good, that it wants their souls, that it's offering them more power than they already have)
But they ride into town, fight the undead thieves, try and hide the way their wounds close in moments. They are immortal, but the dead walking is so terribly *wrong*
(and that first night, Aly and Clayton and Matthew hesitate before they part, just for a moment, but still go to their rooms, try and ignore the ache, the yearning. But they don't go to each other, not yet.)
But then Arabellas sister and Wild Bill are trying to kill them, and they're trying to keep the town alive, and Arabella's grief spills over. ("Maybe she's like me, maybe she just came back -") and Cynthia is dead and rotting and they can't focus on repair, can only focus on ending whatever it is that's threatening the town
They ride back to the pit. They fight, and it's so much *worse* than they imagined. They die, and rise again, and die, and rise again, but they kill the goddamn snake, with magic and bullets and the sword Matthew brought, the one he always carries when he can, when it won't give him away
And when it's all over, Clayton staggers over to Aly and Matthew as their wounds slowly stitch themselves closed. He kisses Aly deeply, grabs Matthew by the collar and does the same, muttering about how they have to be more careful, about how they never know, how each wound could damn well be their last
But their wounds do close, without magic or bandages or time, so they ride back to town, get their money, and celebrate another victory
"Maybe... maybe we should stick together for a time," Aly suggests, seeing the reluctance in Miriam's eyes to part, the relief in Clayton's at finally being with them again.
"Yes," Matthew says, brushing elbows with Aly, sipping at his whiskey with a smile, "maybe we should."
"You should come with us," Miriam says to Arabella quietly. "Unless you want to stay, with your husband -"
"Yes," Arabella says, no hesitation in her voice, only certainty and hope, "Ive got no more ties here, anyhow."
("Matthew, huh?" "Well, Matthias was startin' to sound a bit old fashioned")
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