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fortress-of-iserlohn · 6 years

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aka where i got baited HARD (mostly by myself)

(and emy for bringing this up last night in the first place. and then chris for basically asking me one question oops - sorry!!!)

originally just wanted to type up the below headcanon quickly, but it kind of morphed itself into a ficlet idek how that works pls just let me cry in a ditch.

where Yang’s power is to nullify all and any other power (if he’s not touching them, it’s optional, he has to make a conscious effort, but it’s instant if he touches them - so he’s taken to wearing specially crafted gloves that in turn nullifies his power because he just wants to be normal) and reuenthal has mind manipulation wherein he can basically get people to always feel whatever he wants them to feel (it’s a power that is borderline taboo, mind powers are extremely rare and they’re always feared and rightly so).

and Reuenthal falls in love with Yang, of course, but he spends a lot of time wondering if Yang actually loves him back, or if it’s his power subconsciously influencing him. Why would Yang fall for him anyway, he’s the shining star of the Alliance, the man with half the galaxy at his feet and a power stronger than almost any other in the world.

superpower!au - reuenthal/yang: ~ 1200w

It’s raining, not just light droplets but rather a proper storm. Thunder booms over their heads as lightning flashes through the thick, grey clouds. The streets are void of people by now, chased away by both the storm and the incoming darkness as the sun sets, almost hidden behind the cloud cover.

Reuenthal is soaked through by now after long moments of standing unmoving beneath the downpour, staring at Yang, trying to commit his face to memory for the last time.

The shield charm around Yang’s wrist blocks him from the worst of the rain and his fingers twitch at his side like he’s seconds away from grasping Reuenthal by the wrist and dragging him under some cover.

“Reuenthal,” Yang says, voice pleading and soft, but he doesn’t reach out, curling his gloved hands into fists by his side instead. “Oskar. Please.”

Reuenthal hardens his heart even as pain twists through his chest, making each inhale a struggle. He doesn’t want to leave, he would stay here with Yang forever if he could. But that’s not an option that’s available to him any longer.

It’s a fact - Yang doesn’t love him, at least not in the desperate, heartfelt way Reuenthal loves him. He knows this as the hard, vicious truth that he’s blinded himself to for too long. It is more than likely that without the influence from this damned power of his, Yang wouldn’t even have given him a second look on that fateful day.

Reuenthal manages to summon a smile though, because, in the end, he’s doing this for Yang to try and rectify for his mistakes. He would rather lose Yang forever, to have him hate Reuenthal for the rest of his life than to see Yang’s beautiful spirit wither and die slowly beneath whatever cursed spell his power has cast.

And if along the way, his own soul has to fade away from the pain of a broken, shattered heart, then so be it. Reuenthal will embrace that desolate fate willingly and with a smile, holding the memory of Yang’s smiling lips on his cradled close to his chest.

Reuenthal had thought of the many ways this could end - of Yang turning away in disgust when he realises the truth, of Yang looking at him in wide-eyed confusion as he realises everything was just a lie. He’s prepared for all of those and more, but what Reuenthal doesn’t expect is for Yang to take a step forward and push out between gritted teeth a furious, low, “How dare you.”

The anger is a little startling as Yang raises his head to glare at him, eyes narrowed and the curve of his jaw set in a stubborn, mulish line.

“You don’t get to make my choices for me,” he says, voice tight, the barest hint of fury threading through his words. He’s so beautiful at that moment that Reuenthal has to remind himself to breathe, to not reach out and touch what isn’t his.

He swallows instead, eyes flickering downwards to break their contact. Reuenthal shakes his head sharply and the movement causes his wet fringe to slide across his eyes, obscuring his vision for a moment before he raises a hand absently to push it back.

“Yang,” he says eventually, the rain hitting the asphalt around them providing an endless soft thrum of background noise which Reuenthal does his best to concentrate on instead of his own unsteady breathing. “This is the final choice I make for the both of us.”

He smiles, bitter and self-deprecating and finally looks up again. Yang’s eyes are dark and unreadable, and maybe it’s because of the last flickers of muted daylight that still remain, but his eyes are devoid of the glimmer of starlight that Reuenthal has lost himself in too many times to count.

“But your affection for me, that was the first choice I made for you,” Reuenthal says softly, almost drowned out by a roar of thunder that cracks through the sky in that moment. “Every single moment you thought you felt something for me, every single one was a fabricated lie, none of it was real.”

There’s a moment of stillness then, when even the very weather seems to hesitate, raindrops turning into a soft mist that brushes over Reuenthal’s cold, damp skin in a way that almost feels warm. Yang is staring at him, and the quick flicker of emotions across his face is far too rapid for Reuenthal’s numb mind to keep up with.

“You think that I would,” Yang starts, the words falling and almost tangling together in a furious rush. He clenches his jaw a little and forces himself into a slow breath or two before he tries again.

“Just how arrogant are you, Oskar von Reuenthal?” Yang demands and he takes another step forward. In response, Reuenthal automatically leans back, body moving almost on its own volition, trying to keep his distance.

“How dare you,” Yang repeats and he lifts a hand to his mouth, using his teeth to tear open the fastening on one wrist and then the other, pulling off his gloves. They drop to the ground, the leather hitting the pavement with a soft, wet sound that, to Reuenthal right now, is louder than a church bell tolling overhead.

Reuenthal realises what Yang’s going to do half a second too late and Yang’s hands, almost sickly pale from the lack of sun, fingers slim and so blessedly warm against his skin, curl around his face.

The hum of his power, always a constant at the back of his mind both asleep or awake, vanishes immediately. Reuenthal thinks absently that he has never truly realised how comforting he found the feeling and how much he’s taken it for granted until now.

They stand like that for a moment, Yang’s fingers pressed against the cool, rain-slick skin of his cheeks, feeling like thin fiery brands of heat, staring at each other in the soft fall of misty drizzle.

Yang’s hair is wet now too, his shield shutting off automatically when Yang had touched him, too small to be able to expand and shield two people. The messy, dark strands fall flat, framing his face in a way that makes him look younger and much more vulnerable. Reuenthal’s heart aches even as he waits for the inevitable rejection that he knows is coming.

“Oskar,” Yang says and whatever he sees in Reuenthal’s eyes makes him shake his head slowly. He gently tugs Reuenthal’s face towards himself, the tips of his fingers curling around the nape of his neck to help in that endeavour.

Yang tilts his chin up, pressing himself up against Reuenthal’s body and brushes a kiss across his lips shyly.

Reuenthal’s eyes are wide and he’s almost too terrified to believe in this moment right now - Yang still here on his volition, standing well within touching distance even without the influence of his power.

“Oskar,” Yang repeats again and the way he says his name makes both Reuenthal’s hands and heart tremble. He allows himself to reach out, finally, and skim the very tips of his fingers against the soft skin of Yang’s jaw, thumb brushing over the sweet curve of his lips.

Yang is still looking up at Reuenthal, eyes soft and gentle, and he leans up to close the gap between them, voice a barely audible murmur.

“Can’t you believe that I fell in love with you of my own free will?”

#logh #legend of galactic heroes #reuyang #linc ficlets #i feel like i should stop spamming the tag #whoops

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dungeons-and-denizens · 7 years

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02 - JAILBREAK

The party returns to their manor after an eventful day of archeological discovery and monster-fighting. Upon arrival, however, they are immediately faced with an unfamiliar prospitian sitting casually in their lobby.

She introduces herself as Katrina Aldmeri, but tells them little else of why she’s there or what she wants. Unable to get more out of her, they go about their usual business around the manor. DD arrives soon after, and when the party asks him if Katrina can be trusted, he tells them definitely not, but if they need to get behind locked doors, then there’s nobody better for the job. Hearing this, and after a brief yet wily conversation with the prospitian woman, Jude strikes up a tentative camaraderie with Katrina, as he can relate quite well to her work in the shadows, being a Void player.

After some deliberation, the party hatches a plan to infiltrate Derse to finally get Jack Noir out of prison, as he had intentionally gotten arrested to foil the party’s objective to exile him. Having enlisted the help of DD and Katrina, the party sans Freddy head off to Derse to begin the mission. Freddy requested some time to speak with his grandfather, and that it would be brief, promising to catch up with the party as soon as he finished.

DD ferries them over to Derse and the plan is set in motion. He drops off Jude and Katrina along the jail tower that Jack is being held in. The two shadowy members of the group set off scaling the building while the rest of the party is deposited on the nearby bridge, where they are to cause a distraction that would allow Katrina and Jude to sneak past the guards easily. As soon as everyone exits DD’s cab and his car speeds off into the darkness, the prison guards immediately aggress the group on the bridge.

Despite Sarah’s request to keep the mission casualty-free, Abigail’s flail launches a dersite guard over the edge of the bridge. Sarah leaps off the bridge after him, distressed beyond logic. However, the disturbance has sufficiently drawn the attention of all of the nearby security, and all eyes are on the chaos unfolding on the platform.

Meanwhile, Jude and Katrina have successfully scaled the tower up to the first parapet, and sneak past the guard with little issue. Having realized that Jack would be held in the topmost cell, they continue their brisk climb up the tower and soon reach the second parapet, which connects to the bridge hosting the party’s commotion. Despite a few brief slips, the two manage to slip past the guards again with more or less success.

On their way up the last stretch of the tower, a green and white explosion erupts from the other side of the bridge. A silhouette stands-- or floats, rather-- shadowed by the light, and with a burst of green flames several nearby dersites are flung off of the bridge as rubble rains down on the streets below. When the smoke clears, Freddy hovers slightly above the violet cobblestone-- before rushing into another cluster of guards and shoving them over the edge as well with another pulse of electric green energy. The telltale sparks and crackles of Doc Scratch’s power courses around him, as the party stares dumbfounded at this newest development.

The now destructive force that Freddy has become completely tips the tide into the party’s favor despite the large troop of guards that came to contain the situation. Given that everyone was sufficiently distracted, Katrina and Jude had no issue climbing over the last parapet and tipping over the two guards leaning too far forward over the edge. With security out of the way, Katrina gets to lockpicking the solid iron door that separates them from the only cell on this level of the jail tower.

It slides open with a clink and they quietly swing open the door. A hulking giant of a dersite stands turned away from them, arguing with his prisoner-- Jack Noir. With a nod of understanding toward each other, Katrina darts behind the iron door, and Jude stands directly in the center of the doorway, where he taunts the large guard.

However, Jude’s taunts didn’t go as he planned, and instead of charging at him like the two thieves had hoped, the large guard instead pulls out a massive spiked flail and whips it at the unfortunately defenseless Jude. He opens up a portal, redirecting the spiked head of the weapon to smash into the skull of the prison guard, before closing the portal and severing the chain holding the weapon together. Immediately as the portal closed, though, the large dersite guard slammed full force into the unsuspecting Jude who wasn’t expecting a charge immediately afterwards.

As he’s pinned between a parapet and a dersite, he glances over to Katrina, who, after deliberating briefly, decides Jude could find his own way in, and runs into the room with Jack’s cell, swinging the large door shut and locking it. Jude looks over the edge of the wall, where he sees that down below, a new enemy has entered the fray.

The slim, elegant, dark figure of the Black Queen stands before Freddy, a sinister blade in one hand as she surveys the damage. “I suppose the Doctor isn’t on my side after all,” She laments aloud, “even after he gave me such a lovely gift.” as she slides a gold band with six orbs onto her carapaced finger.

The transformation begins immediately as scales begin to grow off of her body, and a reptilian snout stretches out from her face. Leathery wings unfurl from her back as she lifts up into the air, now a terrifying mix between a cross Black Queen and a dragon.

Mark and Freddy charge the obsidian royal, making an immediate attempt to remove the ring from her body. Despite several blows to her arm, most of them glance off the armor-like surface of her scales. Earlier on, Abigail and Axel had leapt off of the bridge after Sarah and to escape the oncoming rush of personnel headed their way, leaving only Viktor, Freddy, and Mark on the bridge to fight the Black Queen. Raising her hand, the Red Miles stretched out over the crumbling bridge, piercing Freddy and Mark in several places as they clashed against the Queen. Viktor uses his Doom abilities in order to cause the bridge to erode in the near future, preventing any more guards from joining their now chaotic battle. Mark and Freddy make another attempt at cutting through the Black Queen’s arm, and manage to take a chunk off of her shoulder.

However, the green energy pulsing around Freddy begins to weaken and fade as his time runs short, and the power of the Green Sun begins to ebb away. With a malevolent gleam in her eyes, the Queen unleashes a torrent of flames in the direction of the Time and Light players, finishing off Freddy and knocking him to unconsciousness. Viktor’s spell then takes effect as the bridge cracks and collapses, sending the three party members standing on it plummeting downwards.

Meanwhile, Jude takes advantage of being in close quarters with the guard, and pickpockets the keys off of the dersite’s belt while he’s pinned, before using a small portal only large enough for the Void player to fit through to teleport himself back inside of the room with Jack’s cell, where Katrina waits. Jude and Katrina make swift work of breaking out Jack, demanding that he drop the makeshift pike he had crafted, before creating an opening in the cell wall for the three of them to climb into the waiting passenger cabin of DD’s limousine. Jude hesitates, and instead takes a moment to call Emile, asking if he should leave the area or attempt to grab the ring. After a distressed response from the Gaian, he decides that he’d look a lot cooler going for the ring, as he’s warned by several different people to not die (he makes no promises). Swinging the door of the car shut and waving DD and Katrina away, he uses a portal to bring himself down to the base of the tower, where the bridge has just collapsed.

As he arrives, the ring on the Queen’s hand begins to glow once more. The scales covering her carapace shake and shudder as they extend outwards from her body, sharpening to deadly points as sharp blades and knives blossom across every available inch of her form. To the party’s collective dread, it becomes clear that the Queen has only reached stage two of her prototyped form, and that the immense strength she showed earlier was a mere fraction of the pain about to be served up.

With a cheeky declaration of “hashtag worth”, Jude uses a portal to launch himself directly on top of the bladed Queen’s arm, the sharp edges digging into his arms and chest and cutting deep gashes into his body, dealing heavy damage. In a moment of pure disregard for self-preservation, he spawns a guillotine around the two of them in mid air, lined up directly with the Queen’s shoulder. Through incredible luck, the large, heavy blade of the medieval structure came plummeting downwards onto the two of them, managing to avoid damaging Jude as it crunches into the Black Queen’s thickly armored shoulder.

But, the arm does not sever.

The force of the impact, combined with the blood streaming from Jude’s wounds, makes it impossible for him to maintain his hold on the Queen, and he slips off of her, unable to retrieve the ring. The blade of the guillotine, still lodged deeply into the arm of the Queen, finally manages to rip through the last bit of muscle and carapace keeping the arm intact, and severs it from the dersite royal, sending the Queen, her sundered arm (with the ring still on its finger), and the executory contraption plummeting to the ground below.

With a loud thunk, three bodies land in the cab of DD’s limousine. Viktor, the unconscious Freddy, and the now-unconscious Mark (who had attempted to use his Time powers to see if he could circumvent the conservation of momentum, and subsequently sent himself falling faster into DD’s car, knocking himself out on impact), all slam into the floor of the passenger cabin. Shortly after, a black severed arm falls in after them, a gold band glimmering on its finger. All eyes lock onto the ring, and the air between the 3 conscious passengers goes tense as they realize what is about to happen. Jack, Viktor, and Katrina all dive for the arm.

Jack makes it first, with a craze in his eyes as he leaps onto the floor and swipes up the arm before the other two make it. Katrina quickly turns and leaps at the dersite, but instead of going for him like he was expecting, she deftly slides the ring off of the limb Jack has clutched to his chest, and immediately puts it onto her middle finger, flipping off Jack as she jumps out of the limo and transforms into a scaly dragon-prospitian. The furious dersite snarls at her as she flies away from the car, cursing her vehemently as she disappears from view.

Viktor uses his last potion in order to resuscitate the nearly-dead Freddy, and together they tell DD to take Jack to the Veil and take care of the exiling, and grab the unconscious Mark, leaping out of the car after Katrina, and the dark limousine speeds off. The impact of the three of them hitting the violet cobblestone damages Mark further, causing him to nearly perish, but as they are now on the streets below, Sarah (who has been healing fallen dersites the whole fight) rushes over and manages to drag him back from the brink of death. All of the party except for Jude has made it more or less safely to the ground.

Jude, seeing that their new prospitian ally has gained wings, cries out desperately for her to catch him, as hitting the ground would definitely knock him out, and probably kill him. Katrina tries to catch him with her new found powers of flight, but, being unaccustomed to using her wings, overshoots the catch and he plummets past her. In a last ditch effort, she throws the rope down towards him, which he manages to catch. His shoulder dislocates from the force of it, but manages to maintain his grip on their tenuous link. He calls up to her, asking her to lift him up to her to ease the stress on his damaged arm, and the two of them each pull the rope until Jude is being held in Katrina’s arms. He babbles at her an endless stream of “thank you”’s as she begins to lower the two of them to the ground below.

While the prospitian woman is preoccupied, Jude takes the opportunity to slip the ring off of her finger, since she can’t avoid it while holding onto the red-headed thief at the same time. He slides it free from her hand, and shoves himself away from her, sending her falling 30 feet to the ground, and teleporting himself to the Furthest Ring, the ring safely in his hands.

Jude coughs roughly into his phone, informing Emile that his risk was, in fact, “worth it”, when he hears a voice behind him.

“Give me the ring.” Baldur holds his hand out, expression serious.

Hesitant, Jude says into his phone “Emile...should I? Do you trust him?” but when no reply comes back, he looks down to see that the signal has been lost. Or rather, voided. “He doesn’t know you’re here, does he.” Jude tightens his grip on the ring in his palm.

Baldur only shakes his head at Jude, before once again restating his demand.

“Give me the ring, Jude.”

====> CONTINUE THE STORY AT SUMMARY #3: STRINGS AND SUNS !

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