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mirkwoodshewolf · 3 years

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Robin and Gale Hood; Ben Hardy x reader Chap. 9

*Author’s note*

WHOA IT HAS BEEN A LOOOOOONG TIME SINCE I UPDATED THIS STORY!!! But now with my Rock Angel series finally complete, I finally had some time to sit down and catch up on this series so here I have for you all 2 NEW chapters of my Robin and Gale Hood Disney AU! So I hope you all enjoy this new update and be on the lookout for the next one in just a few minutes :)

Chapter 9,

Jailbreak chaos

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Two hours before dawn, two hours before Gale Hood would be burned at the stake before the entire town of Nottingham, Robin and his friends slipped over the gates and ducked the guards as they crossed the courtyard.

They all hide within the stables and hide from a patrol that was coming around the corner just a few yards away from them. Once the guards passed, Robin gathered his friends and whispered.

“Alright lads, this is it. There can’t be room for error. Share your positions, go.”

“Kit, David and I will meet up with Arthur to free the prisoners from the tower dungeon.” Gilbert said.

“Marian and I will go down below the palace to free Gale from her cell.” Little John said.

“While James and I will sneak into the master suite and bring out the royal treasury. And we all must do it before the clock tower chimes at dawn. And remember, Don’t. Get. Caught.” They placed their right hands over each other before shooting them in the air and went on their way.

Little John circled around towards the gardens where a secret entrance that Marian had found when she first went to visit Gale after she had been brought in. He soon spotted a dark cloaked feminine figure standing by the tower of the castle and he could already see from the moonlight that it was Marian from her blonde locks hidden underneath.

He let out an owl’s hoot to fool the guards but it told Marian that a Merry Man was nearby. She turned and when she saw Little John coming towards her, she relaxed with relief.

“Thank God you’re here Little John.”

“Alright, so how do we get in?”

“Just stand back and let me do the code, keep watch for me okay?” he nodded and stood in front of her to hide her from any guards that could walk along the tower. Marian grabbed hold of the lock and first twisted it to the right till her hand was fully horizontal, then she turned it left to the point where the bottom of her palm was facing upward but her fingers stood diagonally from her palm. Then she twisted it back towards the right twice.

The secret door soon unlatched itself and Little John allowed Marian to lead him down the stairs. Grabbing a torch from the wall, Marian led on till they reached the darkest dungeon that Little John had ever seen.

“This is where Gale’s been kept?”

“I’m afraid so. Thankfully, she still has her sanity intact.” Marian thought it best to not mention the fact that the Sheriff had been raping her multiple times since her capture. That wasn’t her story to tell.

“Seriously? God I would’ve lost myself in this darkness within the first hour. Never did I think Gale could be that strong willed.”

“Well best believe it Little John. This is it.” She ran towards a locked metal door that had a sign over it that read in bold letters.

BEWARE THE WITCH

SENTENCED TO BE BURNED AT THE STAKE AT DAWN ON AUGUST THE 24TH.

BY ORDER OF THE KING

And at the bottom was Prince John’s signature and the family Lion crest to make it official. Little John went to the door but Marian stopped him and said.

“Let me go in Little John. It’s best if she sees a—a womanly presence.”

“What do you mean? What have they done to her?!” he demanded the last part.

“That I cannot say. For it is not my story to tell. If Gale ever gains the confidence to tell any of you men what happened, she will. But for now, I ask that you don’t immediately embrace her or touch her.”

Little John already began to have an inkling on what she meant, but he prayed to God that she was lying and that it was only just physical pain the Sheriff of Nottingham had bestowed upon her. Marian revealed the key from her breast and unlocked the door before grabbing Little John’s torch and entered inside Gale’s cell.

Gale was now chained up to the wall wearing an all-white gown that they forced all witches to wear before they were burnt at the stake. Her hair was a mess and her lip was blood-stained. She lifted her head to see that it was only Marian standing there.

“Marian?” she croaked out. She set the torch down on the floor and knelt down beside Gale and unlocked her from her shackles.

“Shh, quiet. We’re busting out of here. All of us.”

“Thank God!” she softly wept as her arms were finally free. “My prayers have been answered.” She rubbed her raw, blistered wrists as Marian helped her stand up.

The two women left their cell, Little John bowed his head in greeting to Gale who greeted him the same way.

“Come on, we can head to the garden’s back entrance to escape.” Marian said.

“Wait, what about the others? Shouldn’t we try to help?” asked Gale.

“There’s no time Gale. Arthur and the others can handle getting the town’s people out. And Robin and James can handle the royal treasury. We’ve only got till sunrise to do this and there can’t be room for error.” Little John told her.

Gale wanted to argue but she knew that whenever her brother said that a plan of theirs had no room for failure, that was a code meaning stick to your position and nothing more. She nodded and then Marian lead them out of the lower dungeons and towards the garden’s entrance (the very same gate that Michael, Robert, Jimmy and little Laura used when they first met Marian, Arthur and Prince James).

Over at the tower dungeon where the people of Nottingham were being kept, two guards were pacing by the front door with one guard sleeping right by the door.

From some old crates and barrels hid Kit, Gilbert and David. Kit looked over to see the two guards pacing steadily in front of the tower. Each one holding their swords close to them as they paced.

“Safe to say we’re not gonna easily sneak by the front door.” Kit whispered as he slunk back behind the barrel beside his friends.

“I hope Arthur comes through and knows what he’s doing.” Gilbert said.

“He’s the future advisor to James. I think he’ll hold his own.” Soon enough Arthur comes out and he quickly goes over to the two guards and urgently gestures them towards the stable, which was just a few yards away from where Gilbert and the others were hiding.

The plan was for Arthur to lure any guards from their position by order of Prince James who ‘claimed’ to see a member of Robin’s Merry band sneaking into the stables. From there Gilbert, David and Kit would knock the guards out and disguise themselves as the guards, followed by getting the key and freeing the townspeople.

As the two guards were racing towards Kit and the others, David extended out the end of his bow which caused the guards to trip and soon Gilbert and Kit dragged them towards the barrels and knocked them out. They stripped them of their clothes and wore the guard’s uniform.

“Right so David stay out here till the first batch of townsfolk come out, then lead them to the back entrance where Marian and Little John helped Gale escape to.” Gilbert told him.

“Right.” David nodded as Gilbert and Kit went back to their guarding positions. The two of them met up with Arthur and Kit said.

“You got the key?”

“No. Apparently this drunken fool forgot to take it off his belt before he passed out.” Arthur explained as he gestured to the sleeping guard that was snoring like a pig at his post.

“Alright then. Leave it to me.” Gilbert said as he rolled his sleeves up. Much like he learned from Robin and Gale, Gilbert was the 3rd best cat burglar of the group.

He could swindle your pocket change and you wouldn’t have even known about it till you tried to buy something. He could swipe the prized necklace off your neck with just a feathery touch and a broken finger, and your wedding ring well—Gilbert could take that off your finger with just his fingernail and sell it to the highest bitter.

He spotted the keys hanging off the left side of the guard’s belt. Slowly he unbuckled the guard’s belt and using one of his arrows, he hooked it into the key ring and slowly pulled on it till it slid off his belt.

Gilbert grabbed the keys and unhooked all three of them off the ring as Arthur unlocked the tower gate doors and the three of them raced up the tower stairs towards the jail cells upstairs. Arthur unlocked the last door and there they saw the people of Nottingham all together in chains, some barely hanging onto life, others broken spirited.

The three men all worked together to free the people who looked at them with hope and gratitude. When he unlocked the Sharpe family from their bonds, young Michael held his bow and arrow and said.

“Alright I’m ready where’s the bad guys!?”

“Whoa, whoa take it easy laddie.” Kit told him. “We admire your courage but right now we could use an extra hand in getting all these people out of here, think you can be the man to do just that and lead the first batch to David?” Michael nodded strongly. “That’s a good lad.” Kit ruffled Michael’s hair before telling everyone the plan.

Once his family and the first dozen of townsfolk were free, Michael led them downstairs and using the special techniques that Gale taught him, he first peeked out and let out a robin whistle towards Daniel who replied back to him in the same tune.

“Okay, follow me everyone.” They quickly raced out towards David who led them across the courtyard and back towards the garden.

Inside the castle, some of the guards were patrolling the castle when one of them came up to the Prince James’ bedchambers and quickly looked inside to see the young prince fast asleep in his bed.

He nodded before closing the door and left to continue his patrol. James opened one eye then quickly pulled himself off his bed and quick as a flash opened up his balcony window. Down below he could see Robin scaling up the side of his balcony, just a foot or two from reaching him. Once he got close enough, James pulled him up and Robin said.

“Did you do it?”

“Slipped my bastard of an uncle and his slithery snake advisor a little something in their food? Yeah. Knocked them right out. Good news is that his bedchambers lines up exactly with the prison tower where Arthur is helping your men free the towns people.”

“Excellent. So all we need to do is a simple deposit from one tower to the next.” James nodded and the two of them left his bedchambers and snuck up towards his uncle’s just down the hall.

They slowly crept inside to see hills upon hills of sacks filled with gold. Not only did the gold belong to the people of Nottingham, but all of England’s riches lied within this very bedchamber.

“We better work fast.” Robin whispered to James. He nodded and Robin opened up the main balcony window and readied an arrow with a long rope attached to the feathered tail. He carefully aimed straight for the prison tower and let the arrow fly.

It flew straight through the barred windows and landed right along the wall. Gilbert looped the arrow through a iron keyhole before walking back towards the window to aim the arrow back towards Prince John’s bedchambers. With a careful eye and steady hand. Gilbert released the arrow and it landed right into the Prince’s bedchamber. After tying their end to the top bar above the royal bed, they had their makeshift pulley system ready to go.

The two men nodded to each other and proceeded to grab a sack of gold, tie it off and send it down towards the prison tower for the remaining prisoners as well as Robin’s men to collect.

As the gold arrived at the tower, Gilbert and Arthur pulled the gold inside while Friar Tuck and Kit handed the gold to the people.

“Praise the Lord and pass the tax refund.” Friar Tuck said as he handed an elderly couple a sack for each of them to carry. The elderly couple smiled warmly and the woman even embraced the gold close to her breast.

This plan continued to go along smoothly as the clock continued to pass on and the night slowly shifted to dawn.

The clock tower chimed 4am, dawn was fast approaching. James and Robin looked at each other and James said as he tied the last sack of gold.

“That’s the last of it, let’s go.” He whispered to Robin. He nodded and the two of them quickly raced towards the balcony and grabbed ahold of their make-shift pulley system and rode it the rest of the way towards the dungeon tower. Robin slid through the window first and he then helped James.

“Going somewhere gentlemen?” that haunting, gravely baritone voice spoke. The two men slowly turned around to meet over 30 arrows pointed right at them, and the Sheriff himself standing before them with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Sheriff of Nottingham, As Prince of England I hereby sentence you—”

“So sorry your majesty but I no longer take orders from you, by order of your uncle. In fact,” he snapped his fingers and soon the two of them were taken into custody as several men forced Robin and James to their knees. “It shall be my honor to say that you both shall hang by the neck until death. Just shortly after we burn the witch in trial.”

“Yeah, well good luck finding her. By now she’ll be miles away from you.” Robin sneered.

“Hmmm. Think so?” the Sheriff hummed. At this they could hear the grunts and screams of one Gale Hood.

“No! NO!!” Robin thrashed wildly at hearing his sister’s screams.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t have thought you’d be coming? So the King and I had the royal army hidden within the forest to capture anyone who tried to escape. Including those meddlesome townsfolk.” Robin struggled like a rapid animal trying to get to the Sheriff but the guards held him strong and firm.

Soon the Sheriff sucker punched him in the gut which made Robin crumble to the ground as he coughed out harshly. James struggled in his hold and he spat venomously at the Sheriff.

“I swear to God above Sheriff, you won’t get away with this!”

“No need for petty threats your highness. You’ll soon be joining alongside them. Your death will be the perfect leverage against your father.”

“What are you talking about?!”

“If I told you straight away we’d have to kill you. Oh wait, we’re already gonna do that. Take them away, and make sure they have a good view of Gale’s execution.” The guards soon took the young Prince and rebel of the people away from the tower’s dungeon.

As the sun slowly rose above the gallows, a man was throwing hay and sticks around Gale Hood’s feet as she was tied to the stake. A few feet away from her, the executioner held the flaming torch in his hands, his masked face making him look like the Grim reaper about to snatch her soul away and send it to Hell. All the while the sound of the executioner’s drumbeats echoed throughout the air.

“The Prisoner Gale Hood has been found guilty of the crime of witchcraft.” The drumbeats paused as the Sheriff continued to read out, “The sentence……Death!”

The people of Nottingham who were forced to witness this gruesome execution all fought against the royal guard who held them back with their spears or axes to keep them from interfering.

“She’s harmless!”

“Let her go!”

“She’s done nothing wrong!”

“She is innocent!” were some of the screams of the town’s people. Gale Hood’s heart was rapidly beating out of fear as she watched as more piles of sticks were being added till finally they felt it was good enough for a big fire deserving for her. She stared at the executioner in pure fear.

While down below Robin and his friends along with Marian and Arthur were all in cages surrounded by guards so that even if there was a slim chance of them escaping, they’d never make it pass the guards. Prince James however, he was dealt with the worst punishment.

For he was forced to stand at his uncle’s side on a makeshift platform where the throne looked over the gallows. He was chained by his hands and ankles right by his uncle’s throne like a dog forced to watch as his beloved would be burned alive.

“The time has come Gale Hood, you stand upon the break of the abyss. Yet even now it is not too late. You can spare yourself the flames of this world, and the next. Choose me, or the fire.” The Sheriff spoke to her in that deep, low voice of his that sent terrifying shivers up Gale’s spine.

After all that he’d done to her. Captured her, raped her, Gale knew better than to submit to him. In her last ditch effort to give the Sheriff what-for, she reared her head back and spat right in his face. The crowd all gasped as the Sheriff looked at her appalled.

“Go…….fuck…..yourself!” she hissed.

“Then in the name of his royal majesty King John the 1st, I hereby sentence you to burn at the stake until death, and may the Lord have mercy on your soul.” He nodded to the executioner and the two of them traded spots.

Not wanting to bare this anymore, something in James snapped. He pulled as hard as he could on the chains until his uncle let go of the leash-chain that held James in place. He raced towards the gallows and stood protectively in front of Gale.

“If you kill her you’ll have to kill me too!”

“James no!” Marian shouted.

“James you can’t.” Gale whimpered to him. “England needs you.”

“They’re going to kill me either way. And I’d rather die with you than watch you die before me. I told you Gale, I’d rather spend one lifetime on this Earth with you, than face all the ages of this world alone. I love you.” Gale’s eyes filled with tears as James leaned his forehead against hers.

“I love you James Lionheart.”

“And I love you, Gale Hood.”

“Well what are you waiting for? Kill them!” ordered Prince John as he now stood by the Sheriff’s side at the gallows.

“WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!?!?” a loud boom of a voice cried out.

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thisbluespirit · 3 years

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James Maxwell TV/Film List

More of a guide than a recs list, because old tv/film depends so much on availability. It’s also hard as there’s nothing surviving that’s really like SotT for him (his voice is always slightly different, too & rarely the grand one from SotT) - I found it hard to find where to start back in the day, so I hope this makes it easier. However, I have starred my favourites (rated for JM content only).

I’ve divided things into categories and @jurijurijurious (or anyone) can make up their own mind as to what to go for. (Also @jurijurijurious I have NO idea what old telly you’ve already seen, so forgive me if I’m telling you things you already know.)

Where to find it: Luckily in the UK, it’s not too bad! Network Distributing are the DVD supplier to keep an eye on (they do great online sales), you can find secondhand things cheap on Amazon Marketplace & eBay, and several Freeview channels show old TV & film, especially Talking Pictures. I’ll note if things are on YT or Daily Motion, but they come and go all the time, so it’s always worth searching.

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Film serials (ITC mainly)

British TV made on film in the US mode with transatlantic cash, so generally pretty light, episodic (continuity is almost unheard of) etc. Some turn up on ITV3 & 4 on a regular basis (colour eps).

*** Dangerman “A Date With Doris” (ITC 1964) James Maxwell is a British spy friend of Drake’s (Patrick MacGoohan) called Peter who gets framed for murder. Drake goes to Fake Cuba to rescue him by which time JM is dying from an infected wound and faints off every available surface, including the roof. It’s great. On YT. (The boxset is v pricey if you just want 2 eps.)

“Fair Exchange” (ITC 1964) JM is a German spy friend of Drake’s called Pieter who helps him out on a case. Not as gloriously hurt/comfort-y as the other, but it does have some excellent undercover dusting. (Why Patrick MacGoohan has JM clones all called variations on Peter dotted around the globeis a mystery.) On YT.

The Saint “The Inescapable Word” (ITC 1965) This is pretty terrible, but entertaining and James Maxwell plays the world’s most hopeless former-cop-turned-security guard. With bonus collapsing. On YT.

“The Art Collectors” (1967). JM is the villain of the week. It does include a v funny bit, though, where the Saint (Roger Moore) goes for JM’s fake hair (and who can blame him? How often I have felt the same!) This one’s in colour so should pop up on ITV3 or 4.

The Champions “The Silent Enemy” (ITC 1968). Surprisingly good JM content as the villain of the week who drugs sailors and steals their clothes before realising that maybe he should have worked out if he could operate a sub before he stole it.

The Protectors “The Bridge” (ITC 1974, 30 mins.) Not worth seeking out on its own, but ITV4 seems fond of it and James Maxwell gets to do some angsting and wears purple, so it’s worth snagging if you can, but too slight otherwise.

*** Thriller “Good Salary, Prospects, Free Coffin” (ITC 1975; 1hr 10mins, I think). James Maxwell moves in with Julian Glover and runs an overcomplicated murdery spy ring where they bicker a lot in between killing girls by advertisement and burying them in the back garden. What could possibly go wrong?? Anyway, it’s solid gold cheese, has bonus Julian Glover and a lot of natty knitwear. What more does an old telly fan want? (tw: Keith Barron being inexplicably the very meanest Thriller boyfriend.) On YT but tends to get taken down fast.

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Films

Design for Loving (1962; comedy). Can be rented from the BFI online for £3.50. Isn’t that great or that bad (or that funny either), but does have JM as a dim layabout beatnik, which is atypical.

***The Traitors (1962). This is a low-key little 1hr long spy B-movie, but it’s also thoughtful and ambiguous with a nice 60s soundtrack and location work (it’s a bit New Wave-ish) and the central duo of JM and Patrick Allen are sweet and it all winds up with James Maxwell going in the swimming pool. One of the things where JM is actually American. (Talking Pictures show this occasionally & it is out on DVD as an extra on The Wind of Change.) The quality of the surviving film is not great, though.

***Girl on Approval (1962). A Rachel Roberts kitchen sink drama about a couple fostering a difficult teenager. It’s dated, but it’s also really interesting for a 1950s/60s slice of life (and very female-centric) & probably the only time on this list JM played an ordinary person.

***Otley (1969). Comedy that’s generally dated surprisingly well & is good fun, starring Tom Courtenay +cameos from what seems like the whole of British TV. JM is an incompetent red herring & there are more cardies and glasses as well as a random barometer.

Old Vic/Royal Exchange group productions

(Surviving works made by the group that JM was involved in from drama school to his death, made by Michael Elliott or Casper Wrede. I like them a lot mostly, but they are all slow and weird and earnest & not everybody’s cup of tea.)

Brand (BBC 1959). The BBC recording of the 59 Company’s (the name they were then using) landmark production, starring Patrick MacGoohan. This was a big deal in British theatre & launched the careers of everybody involved. It’s very relentless and weird but interesting & I’m glad they decided it was important enough to save. First fake beard alert of this post. It won’t be the last. On YT & there is a DVD, which is sometimes affordable and sometimes £500, depending on the time of day.

***Private Potter (1962). The original TV play is lost and this film has an extraneous storyline, but otherwise has most of the TV cast & gives a pretty good idea of why as a claustrophobic talky TV piece it made such an impact. Tom Courtenay is Private Potter, a soldier who claims to have had a vision of God during a mission & James Maxwell his CO who needs to decide what to do about this strange excuse for disobeying orders. Tw: fake eyebrows (!) and moustaches. Only available on YT.

[???]One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovitch (1970). Again, no DVD release (no idea why), but it is on YT. I haven’t seen this yet, but it’s another Casper Wrede effort starring Tom Courtenay and apparently JM is especially good in it. (I’m just not good at watching long things on YT and keep hoping for a DVD or TV showing.)

Ransom (1974). A more commercial effort starring Sean Connery & Ian McShane; it gets slated as not being a good action movie, but is clearly meant to be more thinky and political with the edge of a thriller. JM’s part isn’t large but Casper Wrede shoots his friend beautifully, & it’s a pretty decent film with nice cinematography, shot in Norway, as was One Day. I liked it.

[I think this post might be the longest in the world, whoops. Sorry!]

Cardboard TV (the best bit, obv)

One-off plays etc./mini-series

Out of the Unknown “The Dead Planet” Adaptation of an Asimov short story; this is very good for JM, but hard to get hold of unless you want the boxset. I think someone has some of the eps on Daily Motion. (His other OotU ep is sadly burninated.)

The Portrait of a Lady (BBC 1968). Adaptation of the novel; JM is Gilbert Osmond, so it is great for JM in quantity and his performance, but depends how you feel about him being skeevy in truly appalling facial hair. Do the bow ties and hand-holding make up for it? but he’s in 5 whole episodes, and Suzanne Neve, faced with Richard Chamberlain, Edward Fox, and Ed Bishop as suitors, chooses instead to marry the worst possible James Maxwell. Relatable. XD

***Dracula (ITV 1968, part of Mystery & Imagination). JM is Dr Seward, fainty snowflake of vampire hunters, who falls over, sobs and can’t cope for most of the 1 hr 20 mins. More facial hair, but not as offensive as last time. Suzanne Neve is back again, although now JM is nice, she’s married Corin Redgrave, who’s more into Denholm Elliott. Anyway, I love this so much because it turned out that I love Dracula as well as shaky old TV with people I like in getting to fight vampires and all be shippy. Good news - TP keep showing M&I, the DVD is out, and there are two versions of it up on YT.

The Prison (Armchair Cinema 1974). This is the one with Lincoln in it, but it’s not that great & JM isn’t in it that much, so depends how curious you are for the modern AU! (But my Euston films allergy is worse than my ITC allergy, and I watched this when very unwell, so I may have been unfair.)

Crown Court “Fitton vs. Pusey” (1973) - part of the Crown Court series, set in a town full of clones who all keep returning to court. JM is on trial for his behaviour in (the Korean war? I forget?) although he ought to be on trial for his terrible moustache. It’s not that great, but it is nice JM content. He probably did it, but for reasons, and he wibbles & panics whenever his wife leaves the courtroom. Also on YT.

*** Raffles “The Amateur Cracksman” (ITV 1975) - He is Inspector Mckenzie in the Raffles pilot & is a lot of fun. At one point when there was a Raffles fandom someone in it claimed he was too gay for Raffles, which I’m still laughing about, because Raffles. Anyway, watch out if you try to get the DVD because it is NOT included in S1, whatever lies Amazon tells. It is up somewhere online, though, I think.

Bognor “Unbecoming Habits” (1981). Some down marks for possibly the worst 80s theme & incidiental music ever, but fun & has been shown on Talking Pictures lately. JM is an Abbot running a honey-making friary that is actually a hotbed of spies, murder, gay sex and squash playing. This is the point at which he chooses to strip off on screen for the first time, because strong squash-playing abbots do that kind of thing apparently.

Guest of the week in ongoing series/serials

Since even series with a lot of continuity tended to write episodes as self-contained plays (like SotT), these are usually accessible on their own.

Manhunt “Death Wish” (1970). This is one of the most serialised shows here, but this episode is still fairly contained. WWII drama about three Resistance agents on the run across France. JM is... a Nazi agent & former academic trying to break an old friend (one of the series’ three leads, Peter Barkworth) with kindness, possibly?? (Manhunt is very angry and psychological & dark and obv. comes with major WWII warnings (& more if you want to try the whole thing), but it’s also v good.) Up on YT, I think.

Doomwatch “The Iron Doctor” (BBC S2 1971). “Doomwatch” is the nickname of a gov’t dept led by Dr Spencer Quist that investigates new scientific projects for abuse/corruption/things that might cause fish to make men infertile etc. etc. JM is a surgeon who comes to their attention because he’s a bit too in love with his computer for the comfort of one of his more junior colleagues. (I think it’s perfectly comprehensible & a nice guest turn, but it is hard to get hold of outside of the series DVD. Which, being a cult TV person, I loved a lot anyway, but YMMV!)

***Hadleigh “The Caper” (S3 1973). Hadleigh is a very middle of the road show, but watchable enough (lead is Gerald Harper, who’s always entertaining) and this is pretty self-contained as it centres around an old con-man friend (JM) of Hadleigh’s manservant causing trouble by pretending to be Gerald Harper, for reasons. JM seems to be having a ball.

Justice 2 episodes, S3 1974. He guests twice as an opposing barrister & gets to be part of some nice showdown court scenes. Again, a middle of the road drama, but stars Margaret Lockwood, who was still just as awesome in the 1970s as she was in the 1930s & 40s. On YT.

Father Brown “The Curse of the Golden Cross” (1974). JM is an American archaeologist getting death threats; stars Kenneth More as Father Brown. Just a note, though, that 1970s TV adaptations tended to be really really faithful and this is one of the stories where Chesterton comes out with an anti-semitic moment... (JM was unconscious for that bit and, frankly, I envied him.) But otherwise lots of angsting in yet another fake moustache about someone trying to kill him.

The Hanged Man “The Bridge Maker” (1975). Confession time, I have v little idea what this one was about apart from Ray Smith being an unlikely Eastern European dictator, as this whole series went over my head and was not really my thing. (Ask @mariocki they’re cleverer than me and liked it & can probably explain the plot!) I don’t know if it’s available anywhere off the DVD but on a JM scale it was v good/different as he was a coldly villainous head of security & it wouldn’t be too bad to watch alone, but there was an overarching plot going on somewhere.

Doctor Who “Underworld” (1978). This is famously one of the worst serials in the whole of classic Who, but largely because of behind-the-scenes circumstances, not the guest cast. There is some nice stuff, though, esp in Ep1 (JM is a near-immortal alien who’d like to lay down and die but still the Quest is the Quest as they say... a lot) & it’s bound to pop up on YT or Daily Motion. The DVD has extras that include v v brief bits of JM speaking in his actual real accent (which he otherwise does in NONE of these) & making jokes in character. Honestly, though, this is the only DW where the behind-the-scenes doc is genuinely the most exciting bit as they desperately invented whole new technologies & methods of working to bring us this serial, and then everybody wished they hadn’t.

*** Enemy at the Door “Treason” (LWT 1978). This is a weird episode but I love it lots - from a (v v good) series about the occupation of the Channel Islands. (So obv warnings for WWII & Nazis.) JM is a visiting German Generalmajor, but he’s come for a very unusual reason - to ask for help from his brother-in-law, a blackballed British army officer (Joss Ackland). It’s all weird and low key and JM is doomed and nevertheless probably my favourite thing of his that isn’t SotT.

* The Racing Game 2 eps (1979). Adaptation of Dick Francis’s first Sid Halley novel Odds Against (ep1) + 5 original stories for the series. This is an interesting one - JM plays Sid’s father-in-law & they have a lovely relationship that’s central to the book BUT Dick Francis loved this adaptation and Mike Gwilym who played Sid and was inspired to write a sequel Whip Hand, which he tied in with TV canon - and adopted at least three of the cast, including JM. Which means that all the Sid & Charles fanfic is also JM fic by default and it’s quite impressive. (There’s not much but it’s GOOD.) On YT.

Bergerac “Treasure Hunt” (1981). Not a major role, but pretty nice & it’s one a Christmas ep of the detective show (also set on the Channel Islands) that involved Liza Goddard’s cat burglar, which was always the best bit of Bergerac.

His guest spots in Rumpole of the Bailey (1991) “Rumpole a la Carte” and Dr Finlay (1994) are both really just cameos, but both series come round on Freeview; the Rumpole one is funny and the Dr Finlay one his last screen appearance before his death the following year.

Not worth getting just for JM: Subway in the Sky; Bill Brand and Oppenheimer.

These films only have cameos but some quite fun ones and they come around on terrestrial TV: The Damned (1962), The Evil of Frankenstein (1964) & (more briefly) Far From the Madding Crowd (1967). (I think his cameo in Connecting Doors must be at least recognisable as someone spotted him in it just based off my gifs, but it’s not come my way yet.) I’ve never been able to get hold of any of his radio performances, not even the 1990s one.

ETA: I forgot The Power Game! This is the one surviving series where he occurs as a semi-regular (at least until halfway through S1 when he went off to the BBC to be in the now-burninated Hunchback of Notre Dame). This isn’t standalone, but it’s a good series and it is on YT. See how you go with crackly old TV before you brave it but it’s the snarkiest thing ever made about people making concrete and stabbing each other in the back. JM is a civil servant who tries to run the National Export Board and is plagued by Patrick Wymark and Clifford Evans as warring businessmen.

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[... Well, now I just feel scary. 0_o In my defence, I have been stuck home bored & ill for years, and often unable to watch modern TV while trying to cheer myself up with James Maxwell, so I didn’t watch all of this at once. It just... happened eventually after SotT. /waves hand

But if anyone feels the need to unfriend my quietly at this point, I understand. /o\]

#james maxwell #masterlist #rec list #well sort of #1950s #1960s #1970s #1980s #there are some things i haven't seen #and some things i know to be extant but unreleased #everything else is burninated or status unknown

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... So what is the... Thing. Plot. What's the story?- I get that there was something with Arthur bein an abusive ayhole and Matthew drinking Arthur's words, so Alfred became all angsty and went to like with the Nordics but, what did Arthur do exactly???? Like, what's the backstory-

K, so Matthew and Alfred first lived with the Nordics as small children. Arthur came along and saw they were keeping a siren and ratted them out to the Royal Guard. Royal Guard said “hey, y’all did a bad thing for keeping this dangerous thing around, but he’s still a kid so maybe he can be raised so he’s not dangerous,” so they gave the twins to Arthur because he must be a responsible citizen for doing his civic duty and reporting them.

So the twins are living with Arthur. They miss their family and they don’t like Arthur. They won’t listen to anything he says and make his life harder for him. Arthur goes “Frick it” and erased their memories. Problem solved. A few years later, Francis starts living with them. Arthur thinks it would be safer if he didn’t tell Francis what Alfred is. The less mers that know the better.

Francis gets along fine with Matthew, he adores the child, but Arthur doesn’t really try with Alfred. He knows the boy’s secret and won’t let himself be fooled. He tries to keep Alfred in the house as much as possible, because what if someone sees him and connects the dots? Leading Alfred to start resenting him for trying to control his life.

Apparently Arthur didn’t think the same thing for the mers inside the house, because Matthew had a big brain moment and saw the similarities between Alfred and the description of a siren in one of Arthur’s books and asked him about it. Seeing as there was no point trying to hide it, Arthur confirmed and told Matthew he had to keep it a secret and distance himself from Alfred, because if Alfred finds out he might realize what he is capable of and try to destroy them all.

Matthew then went “Shoot my brother could be a potential killer” and tried to distance himself from Alfred. Few months later, Matthew realized he can’t do it and tried to apologize, but the damage has already been done and Alfred is scared to talk to Matthew in fear of getting hurt again. Matthew gives up and goes “Well who needs him anyway.”

So now Alfred is depressed because he has no one left and he thinks he’s this big mistake in the world, because what did he do that could’ve made everyone hate him? So time skip and he meets Gilbert and Mathias. They were trying to eat Octavius and Alfred goes “Oh heck no” so he bashes a rock over Mathias’ head and takes off with Octavius. The trio came together for the first time.

Mathias goes “Snap that’s my little brother” but Alfred doesn’t remember and it would be kinda awkward to say “Hey I’m actually your big brother but you were taken away from me when you were younger” so he keeps his mouth shut for now. He eventually gets Alfred to visit the rest of the Nordics and they’re overjoyed that their baby came home. Mathias explains to them about his memory loss and they’re devastated, but it’s okay because he’s here and they can make new memories with him. They don’t ask Alfred about Matthew because it would be weird if these strangers ask you about a brother you didn’t even tell them you had.

So now Alfred is with the Nordics and thinks “Hey, I really like these guys and they treat me like family” and starts hanging out with them more and preferring them over his other family. Arthur gets mad because Alfred is seeing the exact mers he’s trying to keep him from and he’s losing his grip on Alfred. He tries to forbid Alfred from seeing them but Alfred has this freedom moment and gets into a fight with Arthur, like “Hey you can’t control me, I can make my own decisions.”

The fight gets a little physical, but with the help of Gilbert and Mathias, Arthur is overwhelmed and leaves with a grudge and a dent in his pride.

So ye, just to simplify things

#tw mention of abuse #tw mention of depression #does this count as lore #fish boy #snek talks #long post

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invisibleicewands · 3 years

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The skyline where I grew up in Wales was dominated by steel mills, tangles of pipes and shooting flames. I loved it all. There was an energy and charm about Port Talbot.

But it could be terrifying at times. As a child, I was obsessed with soccer at school. A bus dropped us off to compete locally, but we were on our own after.

To get to the public bus stop, you tied your soccer boots around your wrist and fought your way out. The rival team was always waiting for us—win or lose.

My entire extended family lived in Port Talbot. When I was 5, our family moved near Liverpool for my dad’s work. Three years later, when we returned, I felt a little like an outsider. I constantly wanted to prove myself, to show that I belonged.

Our house was unremarkable from the outside. It was a two-story detached home that sat on the side of a hill. The elevation gave us an amazing view of the sea.

My father, Meyrick, was a middle manager at British Steel. He did an apprenticeship there as a young man and worked his way up.

His step up at work was a big deal for us. Very few people in our area went to college. They went to work. His job exposed my younger sister, Joanne, and me to education opportunities we never would have experienced otherwise.

My mother, Irene, did the same job as my father at a variety of companies. One of them made plastic cases for Sony’s cassette tapes. She was able to bring home music by artists I liked.

Singing in Port Talbot was fundamental to the town’s fabric. So was performing. Anthony Hopkins and Richard Burton were from Port Talbot.

Several operatic societies were in our area that performed American musicals and Gilbert & Sullivan. It was a way for people to socialize.

My entire extended family took part in these societies. Long before I saw a play for the first time in my teens, I saw these musical shows.

Given this tradition, acting wasn’t viewed as a silly, pointless pastime but a legitimate, man’s occupation. My parents admired my early interest in the stage.

I rarely left Port Talbot to travel around the countryside. The exception started on my 12th birthday. My family would drive to a town called Hay-on-Wye. I’d take along plastic refuse bags and whatever money I’d earned to buy second-hand books at the shops.

My introduction to drama was in school. Our director, Ken Tucker, began casting me in plays. I soon wound up in a more select group, which motivated me.

Ken suggested I join the local youth theater based in nearby Swansea, run by Godfrey Evans. There, as my passion for theater intensified, my life apart from my parents accelerated. A lot of the things that shaped me were part of this other life. I was 14, among 20- and 21-year-old actors. It opened my eyes.

At the residential youth theater, there were four of us to a room. We rehearsed all day and socialized at night. Eventually, I was assigned to work in stage management on “The Crucible.”

When the older acting students arrived, I sat on the rehearsal-room floor to watch a run-through. It was the first time I’d seen a play from the audience’s perspective. By the time the run-through was finished, I knew what I wanted to do with my life.

I attended Neath Port Talbot College, where I studied English, drama and sociology. Then I attended the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art in London.

Playing Tony Blair in “The Queen” was a big turning point in my international visibility. In fact, 2006 was a big year. I co-starred in London’s “Frost/Nixon,” “The Queen” opened the Venice Film Festival and I was about to start filming “The Damned United.” Peter Morgan wrote all of them.

But one of my proudest moments occurred in 2012, when I took my daughter, Lily, to the youth theater rehearsal room in Swansea. I showed her the exact spot on the floor where I sat and my life changed. She took it in.

Today, Anna Lundberg and I and our baby daughter, Lyra, divide our time between Los Angeles, New York and Wales.

My favorite home is the one on the edge of Port Talbot. The house, built in 1876, belonged to a childhood friend. His father was an artist. I love the bohemian feel.

Being back in Wales is always rejuvenating. It’s where I began and where I belong.

What is “Prodigal Son” about?

- An FBI profiler enlists the help of his father—a jailed serial killer—in solving a case.

Your role?

I play the enigmatic father.

Who was more difficult to play, David Frost or Tony Blair?

Tony Blair. He was more complex and elusive.

Favorite Wales pastime?

Building up my army of sheep.

#Michael Sheen #Interview #Wall Street Journal

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madllamamomma · 4 years

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Journey Back to the South~ Part 2. No Smut, but still 18+...Just be smart people. FLUFF!

[Hey trash pandas! Don’t forget I’m also now on AO3! Under madllamamomma]

Journey Back to the South Part 2~

Muriel gets to his feet as the mysterious woman turns around to the group by the tombstones, “Mo ghaol!! It is Glenna and Artturi’s boy!” Glenna and Artturi… is that..? The others look to themselves confused but the tall man comes barreling down the hill with a wide smile.

You can’t help but stare up at the tall man, his features are undeniable. You gasp and tug at Muriel’s arm directing his attention to him. “Muri, look!!”

Muriel jumps a little as the man approaches, even he has to look up at the man…And I thought Muriel was the tallest man I have ever seen.Despite his short beard, his longer silvery and black hair, and his age, he scarily resembles Muriel. “Can it be? —Una, is it really him?”

Una. That must be the woman’s name.

The tall man’s voice is booming and deep, just like Muriel’s, but he projects so loudly and clearly, you could probably hear him for miles. He suddenly grabs Muriel by the shoulders and stares deeply at him making Muriel tense and incredibly uncomfortable, but he doesn’t attempt to pull away. The man’s gaze softens, and a smile takes over his mouth. “HA!! Mo bhrathair!!!...” The man lets out a huge belly laugh, then swings his arms around Muriel’s chest and arms, giving him a massive bear hug, he even lifted his feet off the ground, literally taking Muriel’s breath away. “...It is you, my brother!! It has to be!!”

You just gawk at the scene, trying to not let your mouth drop to the ground. This…. this is alarmingly new…It’s like watching two mountains embrace one another.

“Br—brother?!” Muriel manages to spit out the words as he fills his lungs back with air.

The man sets him back down, returning his hands firmly on his shoulders. His energy is intoxicatingly jolly, welcoming and warm, “I am your cousin! Your father was my kin!” He slaps Muriel’s back affectionately, taking him by surprise and making him stumble forward a little. Holy shit! Muriel was pushed off balance?

“Mo ghaol!” The woman tugs at the tall man’s sleeve, shooting him a scolding look. “We just got him back, don't scare the poor cub off!!”

The man scratches the back of his head still sporting a huge grin on his lips. “Sorry, my moonlight! But just look at him!!! Doesn’t he look just like Artturi??” So much is happening currently, the both of you are a bit dazed and lost for words. The tall man sees both your blank expressions and shakes his head. “—Oh right, right, right, right—introductions!” He takes in a large inhale, puffs out his large chest, then slams his fist into it, “I am Gilbert! The Master Speaker! Teller of tales, Keeper of history!” He grabs the woman’s waist tenderly, tugging her into his body much like Muriel does to you. He looks down at her face sweetly, bending over and placing his chin on top of her head. “This, wonderful, beautiful vision, is the love of my life, Una.”

“Oh stop it, Berty!” She smirks and playfully smacks his large arm.

Muriel flutters his eyes in astonishment. “You… you knew my parents?”

“Knew them? Artturi was my best friend! We grew up together! He was like my brother! He even introduced Una and I. We are your kin, my boy!!” Gilbert chuckles with his loud hearty deep voice.

“K—Kin?” Muriel looks at you searching for what to do or say next, still looking like he’s unable to comprehend what is going on.

You grab his hand and you feel a smile spread across your lips. “Muriel…. They're your family!”

He blinks rapidly. “I… I have family...left?...” He looks to the ground completely dumbfounded. “—I-I thought everyone died years ago in the fight with the Scourge...”

“Do we look dead to you, son??” Gilbert laughs pointing to the other people next to the tombstones, still confused looking. “We maybe few, but we are still alive!”

"I... I have family...left." Muriel murmurs to himself, slowly somewhat grasping the concept.

Una finally notices you, with wide eyes. “Lets not forget our other guest!” She smiles tilting her head slightly. “....And who is this lovely creature, Muriel?”

You step forward beside Muriel, “I’m Rhemi.” You grab his hand tightly and he squeezes back, he’s still dazed from all this excitement, but you feel him slowly becoming grounded with your touch.

Muriel shakes his head and starts to slightly flounder. “—She my—my…. ummm…ahhh...” He even seemed to have forgotten what you are. He’s so cute.

Gilbert chuckles as he watches Muriel turn a few different shades of red. “She's your ‘umm, ahhh’,eh??” Muriel suddenly holds his breath looking a little flustered.

You smile then pat poor Muriel on the arm. “—I’m his fiancee.” Answer for him, then he relaxes and starts to breathe again.

Una tuts then elbows Gilbert’s side as he laughs to himself, taking pity on Muriel. “Ohh! Stop teasing the poor cub, Berty!”

Una grabs your free hand and tugs you away from Muriel’s side. “You’re his betrothed, eh? Let old Una take a good look at you.” She starts to inspect you all over. “Hmm….very strong aura… With that shield you made, you're clearly a magic user, but you're a magicianif I’m not mistaken.” You nod with a wry smile. She runs her fingers through your loose ponytail, feeling the small wavy curls, nodding to herself. “Good genes...” she whispers.

She swings open the traveling cloak, grabs the wide part of your hips with both of her hands. You let out a confused low, “Ahhhhh…”.Your arms awkwardly hover over her’s, unsure what to do with them, then starts to shake your hips a little making you blush crazily. She smiles and looks up at Muriel who is very confused of what she is doing as you are. “Sturdy, thick Pelvis,” Una turns you around and lifts your traveling cloak. You feel her eyeing your ass, a chill runs down your spine, making you yelp a squeak uncontrollably. “...good for childbirth.” She glances up at him and winks, “Kokhurians need a good pair of sturdy hips on top of them.”, making Muriel suddenly shudder, becoming flushed and speechless. You whip yourself around swiftly pulling your traveling cloak tightly around your body, trying to hide yourself. Slightly feeling like an animal being inspected for slaughter for a royal holiday feast. She chuckles a bit at your sudden shyness and Muriel's reactions.

Una’s smile falls then looks very seriously at you. Her hands hold your face and she starts to stare deeply into your eyes, squinting as if she’s searching for something behind them. Her green eyes are slightly darker, but are full of wisdom and warmth, you can’t help but relax a bit. She softens her gaze and then lightly presses her forehead to yours closing her eyes, feeling a little magic in her hands again. “Ah… yes, yes, yes…” You keep your eyes open but glance down to the ground unsure what to do. “Yes….. one who came from ashes.” She loudly whispers, pulling away from your face, then starts to lightly stroke your cheek with her thumb. Very motheringly gazing at you and a wide tender smile takes over her mouth.

You flutter your eyes, completely shocked at her words. How—how did she know that?! How could she?? Is she some kind of psychometric or something? Again that’s objects, not people!She lets go and looks up to Muriel, still shaken from her talking about your wide hips. “Hmm…A strong one indeed! She will make a fine wife, Muriel!” Una pats his arm. And once she is done, Muriel grabs your waist and pulls you in close to him. Trying to shield you from any other odd inspections of any kind.

You are however still completely shocked. She couldn’t possibly just know that you came back to life. So what does she mean you came from ashes... “How—how did you—?”

“—Papa!!! Momma!! Who are these people?” One of the women yell, holding a baby, cutting you off from your question.

“Ah!! yes!! Come, come! We must introduce you to everyone!” Gilbert wraps his arm around Muriel, grabbing him by his opposite shoulder tugging him along. Muriel is still so shocked he’s unaware what to do. He’s never had something like this happen before- neither of you had. Una threads her arm around yours. You and Muriel both exchange wry glances, then you shrug. Looks like you both don’t have a choice.

Meeting a crowd of people always makes Muriel a bit on edge, but it was strange. They all took him in like they already knew him, making him already relax a bit. Being around them all felt… good. (Well… that is most of them made you feel welcomed).

Turns out the two people who attacked you and Muriel were both Una and Gilbert’s children. In fact the entire crowd was all their children! Together they had eleven kids, and a baby, twelve in total.

The ones that stuck out were the first born, a pair of identical twins, Ava and Shona, a bit younger but around their 20s. They’re tall…. about Julian’s height (maybe a little taller), but seeing their father doesn't surprise you at all. The two may be twins, but other than their faces and their dark brownish-black hair color, they couldn’t be more different:

Ava (one of the attackers) has shorter hair they wore down, shaved on the sides, and a septum piercing. They are very muscular, strong, rather intimidating. Most definitely a trained fighter. They wore a thick fur cloak like poncho over their shoulders, a dark blue scarf tightly wrapped around their neck, and wore dark leather pants, and a thick, lighter blue long sleeved shirt underneath, making them nimble and ready to fight at any time. They were dead quiet, never spoke a word. But they used their hands and face expressions while looking at their sister. ...Maybe they can’t talk. Deaf perhaps?

Shona has long flowing hair loosely braided in the back with a pink ribbon. She’s rather pretty. She has tassel earrings and a little headpiece across her forehead like Una and Khamagali did and wore a long parka lined with fur, but without a hood. She had a nose ring in her left nostril and she was much more feminine. She didn’t look like she fought at all. But she was just as intimidating looking as Ava, not just because of her height but because of her piercing judgmental glaring that made you a little uncomfortable. She was holding Una’s baby tightly in her arms.

You hold out your hand to the two of them, but they both look at you like you were an ugly bug. Why do I know this look?....They do however soften their gaze and nod to Muriel. Shona even says, “Welcome, Cousin.” but they both still look wary.

Next was their oldest son named Shawn, (the second attacker) he was around 17 or 18. He looked like a younger, (somewhat) smaller version of Gilbert, his hair a few inches past shoulder length, but it’s pulled back into a ponytail. He was the one that was only a few inches shorter than Muriel. He wore a thick parka like-coat lined with fur to keep warm, long thick leathery pants and a belt around his waist. Despite attacking earlier, he gives you a warm friendly smile and greets Muriel by firmly holding his forearm, out of instinct he does the same. “Cousin! Welcome!” He then gingerly shakes your hand and with his free hand he scratches the back of his head. “...Sorry about attacking you… we have been robbed before—Can’t be too careful, ya know?” He has such a young face, it makes you wonder how Muriel looked at his age.

You return the smile and reassure him. “Don’t worry about it! We did somewhat sneak up on you.”

After Shawn was the second eldest girl, Keavy. She was about 16 and closer to Asra’s height, a few inches below six. She had very long black hair half up in a long fishtail braid, the rest down. She was rather petite framed and cute compared to the twins, much like Una. She also was very warm and inviting. Smiles wide and speaks softly, “Welcome, Rhemi! Welcome Cousin Muriel!” She raises an eyebrow and leans in closer, shielding her mouth with her hand so the others don’t see. “...Don’t pay no mind my sisters. They are always that dreadful!”

You turn away to hide a giggle. “Thank you for welcoming us.” She snickers then pats the top of your hand. She’s so sweet.

Una and Gilbert had seven younger children between the ages of 14 to even 4 years old, most of them were boys. It was hard to remember them all or get their names straight because they were scattering all over the place. How do they keep up with all of them?! But the one that stuck out was one of the youngest, a little girl. Muriel and you noticed her hiding behind Gilbert's leg while everyone was getting to know each other.

“Ida!” Una nags, tuting at her, pulling her away so she couldn’t hide behind her father. “Go on! Say hello to your cousin!” She’s around six, she's so bashful, she pulled her small parka hood over her very red face when being told to introduce herself.

Gilbert huffs, “She is shy... as you can tell…” he laughs a short bark.

Despite Muriel being obviously overwhelmed, he gives a warm smile to her. “It’s ok…. She doesn’t have to say hello if she doesn't want to.”

Inanna suddenly trots over and wuffs at Muriel looking like she is feeling left out. He grunts as he sees her, sounding a bit irritatedly, “... Aren’t you supposed to be with the horses?”

She awwos a little in response and Muriel just rolled his eyes. Inanna takes notice of little Ida and starts to sniff her all over, slowly wagging her tail.

The other children scampered off seeming to be afraid. Inanna nuzzles her face into Ida’s little hood. Her bushy tail starts to wag faster and peppers Ida’s face with wet sloppy kisses. She starts a bit, but slowly lifts her hood, a little smile comes across her face as she gets slobbered by Inanna, and she cutely starts to giggle. Inanna seemed to have taken a quick liking to her. She reminds you a lot of Muriel demeanor. Shy, easily embarrassed, and slow to warm up.

Ida steps forward sheepishly holding onto Inanna’s thick fur. She won’t look Muriel in the eye but she obviously wants to ask him something. He kneels down on one knee petting Inanna’s fur along with her. “Is... is this your wolf?” She finally asked occasionally looking up from her feet. Muriel and you exchanged the same face before he answered her. Oh my god she’s so cute.

Muriel looks back and smiles, “No. She’s my good friend. I don’t own her at all…. if anything she owns me.” Inanna headbutts his hand for a head scratch, still affectionately wagging her tail, tongue hanging out.

“W—what's her name?” Ida’s green eyes light up and are full of wonder as she continues to ask him questions.

“Inanna….Nana for short.”

Ida snuggles her face into Inanna’s chest hugging her and enjoying her soft fur. “Inanna… That’s a nice name. You have a nice name!” She giggles as Inanna licks her face again. She wipes off the slobber and her smile falls, looking down at the ground and twiddling her small thumbs. “...I’m…. I-I-Ida.” She mumbles, then looks at Muriel with her big adorable emerald eyes.

“...Muriel.”

Ida steps a little closer to him and whispers loudly. “Are you really my cousin?”

Muriel just plays along, whispering loudly back. “I… guess I am...”

“Is she my cousin?? She doesn’t look like us at all!” Obviously talking about you. Your heart just feels like it's going to explode. She’s so precious!!!

Muriel stifles a short laugh, “No… n-not exactly—”

As Muriel and Ida keep chatting, you lean over to Una for a moment. “So what are you all doing here?”

Sadness washes over Una’s face. “We've come early this year to bless the graveyard. Last year we found the protective barrier was broken…. My aunt is no longer her to keep the barrier up.”

Muriel glances up with a somber expression. Letting Ida continue to pet Inanna. “...Khamagalai… she was your Aunt?.... thought she was all alone too.”

Una sighs. “My mother was her twin. That’s why we looked so much alike…. We were close. But once we all started joining distant bands, she refused to leave the graveyard unattended…she said she had to wait for someone.” She walks over to her headstone, placing her fingers gently on the top. It’s covered with various wild flowers and forget-me-nots. “I told her to come with me… I told her… that if she stayed, she would die here.”

“...Are.. are you able to see the future, too?” Muriel asks.

Una shakes her head slowly, “...I have others gifts…Glenna, your mother, she was the one who told me that.” She stares at the headstone, looking a little heart broken. “How did you know Khamgalai?”

Muriel stands beside you and holds your hand tightly. You feel your heart sinking. “She…. she protected us…protected me.” It's hard, but Muriel tell them a summarized version of the trip last time and how you both were on a mission to stop an evil entity from coming into the realm.

Una looks down to the ground thinking expecting her to be more upset, but instead she looks almost relieved. “So—She.. she didn’t die alone here?” Una quickly darts back up to Muriel. “Are...are the ones who buried her? Made the headstone?”

Muriel nods, fighting back the water in his eyes. Una eyes track the grogious carvings of the headstone, wiping a tear away and smiles softly. She walks over to the two of you, then grabs Muriel’s other hand. He tenses for a moment, but relaxes right away as she stares at his large hand for a moment, then looks up with a somber smile. “You did a beautiful job on her headstone, my boy. She’d be very proud.” Gilbert comes and wraps his arms around Una’s shoulders, a proud smile across his lips.

Muriel drops his gaze to the ground, clears his throat, tears still welling in his eyes. He curls in lips pressing them tightly together, and nods his head a little. Squeezing your hand even tighter. You can’t help but have tears too.

The entire crowd is very quiet for about a minute, honoring her sacrifice. Una suddenly shakes her head sniffling, vigorously wiping the tears out her eyes, and clears her throat loudly. “Well… That’s enough of that! We came here to celebrate our loved ones' lives, not sit around and mope about!” Her words quickly knock you and Muriel out of your melancholic mood. She pats the top of his hand and leans in a little closer. “Feel free to visit whoever you need. I’m sure they would be happy you're here. Shona, Keavy and I are going to strengthen the barrier.” She releases his hand and turns towards Keavy and Shona.

Muriel reaches out his hand as Gilbert and Una start to walk away. “—Wait!!... U-Una!” She stops dead in her tracks and turns around, tilting her head as Muriel continues. “—why did you call me here?”

Una looks at him looking lost. “Call you? What do you mean, my child?”

“I… I had dreams. About you...about the Steppe…. but you were a bear…you were singing to me.” Una and Gilbert exchange surprised glances at each other for a moment, then smile widely. Muriel suddenly looks embarrassed again, he was rather quick to share for some reason.

Gilbert throws back his head and starts another large jolly belly laugh. Muriel’s face and chest starts to heat up even more. Gilbert grabs his shoulders again and he uncomfortably jolts, tensing his upper body. He’s definitely not used to having someone taller, and just as strong as him around. “You arejust like Artturi! You have been blessed with his gift, my boy!”

Muriel just looks at him blankly, completely lost. “...Gift?” You utter. Gilbert releases Muriel’s shoulders, Una grabs your wrist and Muriel’s, tugging you along. “There is much to tell you.”

Una, Shona, and Keavy start a ritualistic chant in Rune and the dome over the graveyard shimmers strongly. While they complete it, you and Muriel take some time to place new flowers in his parents' and Khamgalai graves. They too have fresh wild flowers covering it. Una and Gilbert mentioned they were their family, it only makes sense that they lay flowers there too. Muriel takes a moment for himself. Last time he was just hurt when looking at the headstones. This time, it felt more bittersweet. You even catch him mutter, "I'm back..."

After the ritual is completed, they all start to make their way east of the graveyard. Una shouts, “Come! Our camp is not too far this way! Bring your wolf and horses!!”

You both follow behind a bit distantly so yo both could take a moment for yourselves. So much just happened in a short amount of time. At least this time is was good. Muriel's gaze finally meets yours after awhile. “So…This wasn’t exactly what we thought would happen!” You say, breaking the silence.

“...No! Not at all!” Muriel shakes his head in disbelief.

You thoughtly look ahead towards their large party. “Are you... happy?”

He sighs curling his lips tightly into his mouth, looking up into the blue clear sky, thinking hard. “I…. I don’t know what to feel right now.... I—I think I’m happy… but this is all just ....so quick… just a few hours ago I didn’t have kin. And now—half a village of people are calling me their cousin! It’s just…. just…”

“Overwhelming?”

He exhales hard, “…Very.”, then scratches his neck. “...is… is that bad?”

“No! You can’t help how you feel, Love! This is....a lot! It’s shocking! We didn’t even think there was anyone left. It’s a lot to digest all in one morning!”

Muriel smiles a little nodding to himself. “...They even know my parents…..never thought to ask Khamgalai for their names…” He smiles to himself a little. “Artturi and Glenna…” Their names seem to give Muriel a sense of pride and power as he says them out loud. You enjoy this new look on his face.

But one thing is weighing on you, you want to know what Una is exactly. “What did Una show you?” You finally ask.

“M-me….” He blinks rapidly. “..She was…younger…..holding me—Singing that lullaby in whatever language. I looked like I was a toddler. I was wrapped up in the same blanket I had for years as a kid.... It was the only thing I had left of them.” He starts to look so sad when he thinks about it, but shakes it off. "I wonder what language they're speaking in."

“I think they speak a dialect in a language called Rune. It’s ancient—thought to be dead. And she did said she babysat you.”

“....I… I just have so many questions...but I’m also afraid to know.” Muriel looks so torn all of a sudden. “...If they’re answered… will not getting to know my parents just hurt more?”

You loop your free arm around his tightly, looking him dead in the eyes. “It’s ok to feel for them, Muriel. You have the right to know, or not to know... You should do what feels right—What do you want?”

“.... I….. I want to know… what they were like. They seemed like they loved each other endlessly. I know now that they cared a lot about me. I... I apparently look a lot like my father—I never thought about that before….Who I look like.”

“Do you remember their faces?”

“Not really…. I did when I was kid. But… they faded away over time.”

The thought of Muriel and Asra as orphans at the wharf hurts your chest a bit. “I’m sorry, Muriel.”

He snorts and shakes his head. “You shouldn’t be…..Do… do you even remember yourfamily?”

You think about that question for a second before answering. “Before Julian found that necklace with my old will, I didn’t have any clue….. But then I remembered my mother died when I was teenager…. I don’t remember her face... just glimpses. We didn't have any portraits painted or anything either. I still don’t remember anything about my father… if I had one—After that, it’s mostly feelings—I know I apparently the spitting image of her. I think Aunt Athena told me that often. I remember feeling that she was so loving and kind… when she’d hug you, everything bad just melted away.”

He softly laughs through his nose, grinning a little away at the vast tundra. “...Guess you are like her.”

“Hmm? What do you mean?” You laugh back looking up at his cute embarrassed face.

He sheepishly scratches the back of his head, cheeks iconically red. “.... when I’m in your arms…. you make me feel like that....like there is no wrong in the world...”

You mirror his blush and you try to hide a stupid smile. Comfortable silence takes hold as you both keep walking, pulling the horses behind. But you finally have to ask. “—Is it weird for you to look up to someone?”

Muriel’s shoulders shake as he lets out a full chuckle. “Yes! Absolutely. It is the strangest feeling…. Feeling shorter! Don't mind it though. It's nice not being the only tall one around."

You both laugh a bit. “Those two have a lot of kids….” You mutter, watching as they somehow caravan them all together.

“I know! How do they keep track of them all?”

“I have no idea. They look like they all look after one another.” You giggle, “Little Ida seemed to like you a lot!”

Muriel smiles even wider. “She’s cute. Nana says she likes her too... Those twins don’t seem to like us though.”

“I have a feeling that it’s methey don’t like… Shawn did say that they were attacked before. Outsiders must be rare.” Muriel looks at you blankly, he’s already forgotten. “... the eldest boy, a few inches shorter than you—That’s Shawn.”

“..I.. I knew that.” He scoffs cutely then sighs, “... just.. lots of new names to remember.”

“Yeah, there are! And don’t worry, I’ve already forgotten about five of six of them.”

You both laugh a little, then laps into a comfortable silence for awhile, watching as the multiple children run and scurry about in front of you both.

—---—---

It look almost an hour to reach their camp. The graveyard was still in view from the camp site, but it was far enough away from out of sight from Khamgalai’s hut. The tents were strange, they were very tall, and circular. They had a variety sprinkled around, some small, some quite big. But one very, very, large one in the middle. It looks like it could fit around fifty people in there.

They also had makeshift pens that appeared to be made off the land. They were equipped with a few horses, sheep, cattle and oxen with very long shaggy hair, the fluffy chickens that you wanted to adopt last time, and last but not least, they had a few.....goats. Motherfucking goats.....One in particular was very off-putting, it was white with yellow eyes and it immediately bleating aggressively as you both walked by. You and Muriel stop for a moment and exchange a very funny look, you both were thinking the same thing. Not another goddamn goat....

From the look of it, people were here off and on for years, perhaps decades. Ava and Shawn guided you both to where the horses were kept. For now you tied them down and kept them packed. There were a lot of questions that needed to be answered. What are they doing here? Where have they been? What are these 'gifts' they are talking about?

Una and Gilbert both coax you to a medium large tent, you let them enter first. Muriel stands there for a moment gazing up at the large tent as if it felt like it looked familiar. “You ok?” You lightly tug in his cloak.

He breathes deeply, closing his eyes. Then lowers his head, and holds your hand again. “I… I think so.”

"Are you ready?" You squeeze back.

He pauses for a moment, then raises an eyebrow. "No....But...When am I ever?”

“Lets go.”

To Be Continued~

Sorry! I didn't like leaving this one short, but I’m still working on the next part. I also made some shitty artwork so you ppl can get a face with with names. There are a lot of new characters, so I felt like that may help with the confusion.

I should have the next part up here soon, I just need to refine it and what not. As always thank you for reading my hot trash!

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Chapter 13: Separation

(Gilbert)

Gilbert was walking out of the ballroom. All night he had danced with noblewomen and important officials to keep himself busy from not looking at Nathaniel and that whore. It just breaks his heart that he had to stand back as the crowd cheered and praised the newly weds. There were some moments where he and his lord. No, his king glanced at him. He could tell Nathaniel was getting jealousy due to him mingling with other people. It does bring him the thrill sensation. Gilly liked getting attention especially from his lover.

Now, watching both royal couples leaving the wedding feast to perform their matrimonial duties. The assistant decided to leave since his mood had been ruined. Gilbert was lost in his thoughts when his petite body bumped into someone else.

“Oh I’m sorry. I didn’t see you there.” He realized how careless he was for not paying attention.

“It’s alright. I should be apologizing for bumping a pretty creature such as yourself.” The figure was tall, he had blonde hair and his eyes were hazel green. Gilbert blushed at the comment from this mysterious stranger.

“I’m curious, why are you alone? Shouldn’t you be enjoying the party?” The same man continued.

“I’m not in the mood to be around many people.” In a way it was true. Gilly didn’t want to be around with people talking about how king and queen look perfect together. It irates him.

“Ah I see. You look sad. Come, we can have a drink or few and you can tell me what’s bothering you.” the tall man said.

“But don’t you want to go to the party rather than spending time with a low status person like me, my lord?” Gilbert said. This nobleman is very kind.

The man laughed. “Oh I’m not a lord or any fancy title person. I’m just a simple man who endorses the king to help keep this island alive with resources.” The blonde man grins. Gilbert notices this man has an unfamiliar accent.

“Sir, I hope you don’t mind me asking, but where are you from? You have a strange but interesting accent.” The petite man felt his face flushed.

“I don’t mind, gorgeous. I’m from a country called Itay, but I moved to America until now. I go wherever my men go.” The Italian man said.

“Your men?” Gilly gave a confusing expression.

“Let me introduce myself. I’m Alexander Di Lorenzo, Grandmaster of the Order of Templars.” Alexander grabbed Gilbert’s hand to kiss it.

“It’s a pleasure meeting you. I’m Gilbert Fischer.” He glanced at the taller man.

(Levi)

The assassin rode on his horse racing to the capitol. He needs to get there. Throughout his journey getting to the city, his dreams of Historia crying and pleading to save her.

“Hang on there, Historia...I’m coming.” He mumbled.

As hours passed, Levi had reached his destination. Before entering further to the District Plaza where the military and politically officials buildings were located, the captain tied his horse in a stable where the creature rested to eat and drink to replenish. Levi already had his gear equipment on and let the mental object grip into a building to send him flying towards the palace.

The ODM gear had been upgraded since the battle with his uncle, Kenny Ackerman. The Scouts had started to use the new version of the gears during the Eren Jaeger attack on Marley. Levi was grateful because his gears made less noise while walking. They are still a bit heavy, but not that much before. Instead on both of his hips, they are on his back which it’s more efficient. Thank the Walls for Hange talents in making weapons as her side hobby beside fetishing over Titan science.

He made sure his hood is covering mostly his face so no one will recognize him. The raven haired man climbed on to a building then jumped onto a rooftop. Finally, he spotted the palace. His silvery grey eyes reflected from the moonlight and glared down where each of the entrance was heavily guarded. He gives props for the templars in security measurements.

Levi knows some weak points of the palace. The perks of being the husband of the queen. Quickly, the short man went to one of the weak spots and saw the window. He uses his gear to shoot up and the small crack of the building to lift himself up. Levi leaned closer to see if anyone inside was there. Since there was no sign of anyone, Levi pulled out a small switch dagger knife to unlock the window open then he slid into the palace’s hallway.

He glanced both ways to see anyone coming this way. Once everything was cleared, the male Ackerman quietly walked through the empty halls of the palace. He uses one of his gifts, the Eagle’s Vision. Now, the view is dark with blue and grey mixed. He skim through the walls which show the empty rooms being transparent.

Levi remembered every detail of the palace inside and out. He knows where he was right now. Historia’s room was located on the other side of this palace. He kept walking silently to the stairs. He avoided the unfamiliar guards at every corner of the halls. He saw a big light but there were loud noises. The captain spotted the ballroom was filled with people laughing and dancing having a great fucking fantasic time.

“Tch.” He scoffed in disgust. Nobilities and their fucking parties. In times like this, they will always make an excuse to throw parties while their nation they love so much was on the brink to collapse.

Levi resumed moving forward to find his wife. Ugh, why does this palace have to be huge? It took more than 20 minutes to get to the wing where Historia was at. He can sense her. His titan can smell her sense very near. It was always alluring whenever she’s near him. The assassin used the vision to see a petite figure in the room. It looks like Historia. It’s a good time she’s alone. Hm, what worries him is why was this too easy? Quickly, Levi opened the doors to slide into the room then closed it.

He heard a quiet sobbing noise. How it crushed him listening to the love of his life crying. His grey eyes turned to stared at the figure, Historia, who was on the bed hugging her legs to her chest. She had her face rested on her knees. The more Levi gets closer to her, the more he spotted very disturbing things on her.

Historia was completely naked from head to toes. Her golden hair that smelled sunflowers were dull and disheveled. Her body looked ashy and pale. It’s like the glow that she used to carry within had been sucked out.

“Historia?” He whispered to her.

Historia stopped sobbing and looked up when she heard a familiar voice. “L-levi? I-is that you? Oh Walls, I’m already going crazy hearing you…” Her shiny blue eyes are now lifeless. Levi felt his heart drop from the sight of his queen….his goddess.

“You’re not going crazy, my sunlight. I’m here in the flesh to rescue you.” His tone was soft. He will show his soft side only to her. She’s his sun’s rays. He sat on the edge of the bed to slowly let her absorb from what she saw.

The queen slowly crawled on the bed to get closer to Levi to see if this wasn’t an illusion. She places her shaking hand on his face to feel the familiar soft but roughness from the stumbles of his facial hair on his cheek. Still taking her time, her both hands caressing all over his face. Her heart beating fast the more excitement she realized he was here. He has come to save her. This time Historia cried for another reason. Her love is here and she’s not alone anymore.

“Oh Walls, you are here. I fucking missed you.” Her arms wrapped around him to hold him tightly with her life. Levi holds her tightly as well. Both lovers are reunited since the uprising. How ironic they caused an uprising to place Historia on the throne and yet karma is a bitch.

“Tch. I promise you. I will always be here and save you. I missed you so fucking much too.” He led her to sit her on his lap to hold her in a better position. Gently, he cradles her like a child.

“I-I’m Levi...I’m sorry.. I try to stop it. I try.” She began to mumble while sobbing. Levi can feel his shirt wet from her tears and other fluid but it doesn’t matter how gross it feels because seeing her alive is all that matters.

“Sorry for what? You have nothing to be sorry about.” He said while his hand stroked her hair softly.

“N-no Levi...they...annulled our marriage. The High Priest annulled our marriage because our union was unfit and unholy in the eyes of the Ymir and the three goddesses.” She was trying to explain.

“That’s fine it’s just a stupid paper. We don’t need anyone's blessing or permission. In my eyes, you’re my wife and I love you with every fiber of my being.” He looked into her soft eyes that he adores.

“Would you still? Would you still love me if I was married off and bedded to someone else? I feel I’m not worthy of you anyone. I feel so unclean...it hurts Levi. It still hurts.” She won’t forgive herself for not being strong enough to escape the horror she had endured.

Suddenly, Levi started to understand what she meant. He smelled the copper metallic of her blood along another scent that he despised so much. That Lord pretty boy will regret what he did to his Historia. How fucking dare he harmed her in that way? Oh when he finds him, Levi will gladly carve his body. He can feel the darkside of him when he used to live in the Underground City. The thug Levi wants to come out. He’ll let it come out soon.

“Look at me. I love you no matter what, but you will not say or think these awful words about yourself. You’re worthy as fuck. You are so clean you’re untouchable. You’re so strong. So fucking strong than I am. You use your strength to make sure our son escapes alive. Historia, you’re the most strongest and bravest woman I fell in love with. It hurts me seeing you in pain. I will make a promise that I will keep that cunt alive for you to punish him in any form you want.” He growled low in the thought of what Nathaniel had done to his wife. Fuck, he is now number one on the top list to torture the shit out of people who crossed the line. The second is Zeke. Third, some templars. Once again Eren Jaeger got saved. He does have a weak spot for that brat. No one haven’t heard from him so far.

“Will you? I want his body to be cut into many pieces but leave his head so everyone can watch what’s the consequence of being a traitor.” Her tone gave off a venomous vibe.

“I will do anything that you command. I’m your shield and sword.” Levi nuzzled the top of her head.

“You are more than just that to me. You’re my moonlight. Just like my rays of sun shine on your darkness. You maintain my light by shining my soul.” Her hand caressing his face.

“Have you met him? Our little miracle?” Historia brought up their son.

“I did. He’s perfect because he came from you. Atticus has your eyes.” Still his voice was low.

“I’m glad you got the chance to meet him. I want to go see him, Levi. I missed our boy.” She continues admiring his face.

“We will. Let’s get you out of here. I have to send him along with the Potato girl to babysit him. Levi said while gently having her stand up.

“Where did you send our son?” This made her feel anxious. She didn’t get the chance to hold him enough. It had been killing her for being away too long from Atticus.

“To New York. I need to send him. I won’t risk our child in a danger zone. We’ll be with him. Once we get out of here, I will send you to him. Both of you are going to be safe and I can be at peace knowing my family are far away from this hell.” He doesn’t want the same argument where she was reluctant to go alone.

“I see. But you will come back to us? Right? Come back alive to us?” She pleaded.

“Don’t worry. I will keep that promise.” He said.

Levi uses his cloak to cover Historia completely. He couldn’t find any clothes for her. She had explained Nathaniel punished her for being a disobedient wife and had her naked until he saw fit in giving back her clothing privilege. God damn it, is this guy trying to meet Death? Levi was disgusted at the false king.

He and Historia quietly left the room. They walked through the halls. What was strange? The atmosphere was silent. The palace felt dark and cold. Levi’s instinct told him to run. To get out quickly.

“We need to get out fast.” He told Historia. Both lovers started to run. Just when they were about to turn to the corner, they met an armed full of guards and both figures. One was that pretty boy the other was Grandmaster Di Lorenzo.

“Oh my what do we have here? The star- crossed lovers trying to leave without a greeting.” The grandmaster said with a grin. On the other hand, Nathaniel was angry. His wife was trying to escape with that criminal.

“How dare you filthy peasant to steal my queen. I will send you to your death immediately.” His yells sound like a madman. Luckily, Alexander was there to remind him of the plan.

“Now now, your majesty. It would be displeasing to kill Levi Ackerman. My Order needs him. His bloodline is an essential to our years of work. I promise after we’re done with him; you may do whatever you want.” He uses his authoritative tone at Nathan. Nathaniel may be king but the real power was Alexander as the older man can dethrone him and put someone else in charge.

Of course Nathaniel bit his tongue from trying not to say anything. Levi glared at the other man. “So who the hell are you?” Levi drew his blades, but had Historia behind him to protect her.

“Oh how silly of me, I’m Alexander Di Lorenzo, Grandmaster of the Order of the Templars. I know you very well, Assassin or isn’t it Captain?” He chuckled in toying with Levi.

“Tch. So you’re the main boss of the templars? My old man mentioned about you.” The grey eyed man glared at the templar.

“Ah yes the Mentor of Assassins. William Miles has always been a pest. I see you inherit your family’s obnoxiousness.” Alexander said.

Before Levi was about the charge at both of them, he felt a dart or two aimed on his neck. Historia screamed when she watched the darts land on Levi’s neck. The Humanity’s Strongest fell on the ground. His body became paralyzed. How could he been so stupid? It’s like all his senses have been blocked for him not to notice the danger. HIs eyes glanced at his wife who was screaming his name while being restrained by two guards.

“Have a nice nap, assassin.” The sinister smirk of Alexander was imprinted of Levi’s vision. As darkness took over, the last thing he heard was Historia’s begging and screaming.

“Levi! LEVI!” The sound faded as quietness took over.

(Mikasa)

Both girls had been walking to the destruction of the city of Liberio. The site was worse than what Eren caused back then.

“Which way again is the base?” Mikasa asked. Gabi pointed at the direction.

“It’s this way. We’re almost there.” The little girl said. Gabi had been trying to focus on getting to the military base. Most of her thoughts were about the death of her family. She prayed Reiner is fine and alive. He is her only family.

They had fought few soldiers from the enemy lines. Mikasa worried for the girl. Gabi used her rage to shoot at them. Mikasa aimed at their fatal spots to end their lives in the quickest way. The faster they get through this, the faster they'll reach their destination.

When they both were about to shoot another couple of soldiers, the soldiers shouted their names. “Gabi Braun! We’re not the enemies. We’re your comrades.” Their hands were up.

Mikasa lowered her gun and whispered to the girl. “Gabi, lower your gun they are on your side.”

Finally, Gabi lowered her weapon. She sighs as help has come for her and Mikasa. One of them asked Mikasa.

“Hey, who are you? Are you from Hizuru?” One of them said. Mikasa raised her brow in confusion. Until she remembered where her mother’s clan originally came from.

“No, I’m from the island of Paradis.” She spoke truthfully. The Asian woman awaits for them to shoot her.

“A devilspawn.” This made Gabi growl in anger. “Hey! Knock it off. She’s with me. She’s not the enemy either...not anymore.”

Mikasa nods but still has her hands up to offer peace. “I’m not here to fight or cause trouble. I’m here to help you if your superior allows it. My name is Mikasa Ackerman and-” One of the Marleyans interrupted her.

“Wait? The Mikasa Ackerman? Our Commander gave us orders to escort you safely into our base, Ackerman.” The dark eyed Marleyan said.

“You’re Commander? May I ask who would be your Commander that made this order?” Mikasa was curious because their commander wanted to protect her.

“Reiner Braun, he’s our new commander of the Marleyan army. “ Both Mikasa and Gabi were surprised at this news. They are happy that Reiner was looking for them.

“Reiner? He’s the commander?” Gabi was still processing the news. Who would ever thought her cousin got promoted to the highest ranking in their military? This is shocking for an Eldian to be promoted as such.

Mikasa let a small smile appear on her lips from thinking about Reiner. He was always meant to be a leader. A man with internal struggles trying to do what’s right. It’s difficult to achieve but she believes he can pull it off with the right people supporting him.

(Flashback)

Both Mikasa and Reiner were taking a break from their insatiable rounds of love-making. Mikasa laid her head on his chest comfortably while she felt his arm wrapped around her waist to have her closer to him.

“Who would ever thought we would be together?” Reiner said. His hand gently played with her raven hair.

“Yeah, I’m still surprised that all this time you had a secret crush on me. You didn’t seem like that when we were novices. Didn’t you have a thing for Historia?” The Asian woman glanced at her lover.

Reiner was off guard with that question. “No, I mean kind of…” The blonde haired man felt nervous from giving her his answer. He noticed Mikasa’s expression changed to annoyance. Her jealousy had shown which Reiner found it cute.

“I did also like her, but she hung out with Ymir so much. Most of the guys and I were too scared to approach her. Back then, when she went by Krista; she was every guys’ ideal wife.” He said.

Mikasa scoffed. She had heard enough. Don’t get her wrong. She loves and adores Historia. Their friendship had grown throughout the years. They may have different lives now, but once in a while they spend time together along with Sasha then later Annie joined in even though everyone was wary towards her after she woke up from her slumber.

Something deep inside her felt an insecurity that she’s not good enough to be anyone's ideal girl. Eren definitely never had liked her romantically. Even as plutonic, he always felt annoyed by her. Yes, she can be overprotective and smothering. She does it because she cared about him. Even now she still loves him, but not in a romantic way. Eren will always be her brother. No matter what he says or thinks towards her. She doesn’t regret how she felt towards him in the beginning. At least, she had learned to love someone on an intimate level. This had helped her to be ready to open her heart for someone else like Reiner.

Still, it bothered her that she was too “masculine” for a girl. The guys during their cadet years had ranked the girls in the academy based on looks and other qualities they wanted in a girl. It had pissed her off that the boys judged a girl based on how they should look or act. Guys can be such misogynistic pigs!

Mikasa was hurt when she found out they ranked her last out of all the girls in the academy. Of course, she didn’t let anyone have the satisfaction to see her; it bothers her. She tried to brush it off, but there were times it bothered her that she had broken down into tears. The only guy who saw her more than was Jean Kristein. Whenever he gets the chance to remind her, she’s beautiful too. Mikasa felt this guilt that she couldn’t give him a chance too. Jean was always kind and considered which it’s different how he acts around with everyone especially to Eren.

Since the battle at Trost, Jean slowly becomes more a leader than less of a horseface jerk. Well, the only thing it doesn’t change is between him and Eren. Besides, nobody doesn’t have the time to worry about crushes or wanting to be an ideal towards others. They are soldiers. It’s their job to fight and protect what and or they love and care so they can go back home safe and sound. These shallow thoughts were a luxury at the moment.

Her thoughts were interrupted when Reiner’s arm wrapped around her waist to have her back pressed on to his solid chest. “Mikasa, that was long ago. At that time, I didn’t know my feelings were starting to grow more towards you whenever we got the chance to spar for training. You’re more what you seem.” She could feel his breath on her ear. His lips gently kissing on her neck and shoulder like feathers.

“Hm, either way...I was too focused on Eren and making sure he doesn’t do anything reckless; but I failed. I failed him and his mother. He had gone into a dark and dangerous path yet he is so convinced it’s the only way. I’m sorry Reiner...I’m sorry for not knowing what his intentions were. Now, more deaths are counted.” Her face looked down. She doesn’t know why the attack on Liberio by Eren haad caused her a heavy burden of guilt and shame. Eren should be the one feeling those emotions. But as his sister, she could have stopped him. She watched innocent people getting killed. Bodies piled up. It shook her to the core. This hate was poison to everyone on this side of the world. This is why her generation must make the change for the future. All the deaths won’t die in vain.

“Stop Mikasa. This is not your burden. You didn’t cause the attack. Eren made his choice. You can’t always protect him of his own actions. He’s not that angry kid anymore. Do you hear? It’s not your fault.” He held her tight. Mikasa shifts her body to embrace his hug.

“I’m sorry. I’m not usually like this. This is new to me sharing my burdens to anyone.” She whispered while hugging him back.

“I’m glad you told me. It shows you have trust in me with your pain. Also, they are not bothersome if it causes you pain. I hate how it makes you sad. You have a beautiful smile.” His thumb slowly rubbed on her bottom lip.

Both her heart and stomach fluttered. He makes her feel she matters as a woman. Damn, she’s already feeling passed liking him, but not yet being in love. Her attraction with him was like a moth to it’s light. The more she spends time with him, the more she’ll admit to him saying those three simple words.

The raven haired woman comfortably rested her head on his chest again once Reiner laid back on the bed dragging her along.

“You’re my world, Mikasa Ackerman. I won’t let go of you until my dying days.” he mumbled.

“Would it be bad of me to be scared to let you get close to me?” Her eyes stared at him.

“No, it’s not. I understand why. We were bred to hate each other and to try to survive day by day. It is scary for us to open our hearts to someone else in a screw up world. Maybe instead of making it as our weakest; we can turn it into our strength.” He said.

“Seriously, you have ways with words. You can give hope in people. You’re a leader. I can see in it you.” She said.

“A leader? I don’t know...I don’t feel like I’m capable of being one.” He frowned.

“Of course you are. I've seen you act like one whenever a situation goes down hill. You step up to take charge. I hope one day you realize that. I’m sure you’re comrades can see what I see.” Her hands cupped his face to lean into a kiss.

“I’ll keep reminding you what you’re truly capable of as you do to me. We’re now a team.” Her tone became confident.

Reiner smiled and kissed her lips back. “You’re the only woman who will ever be my equal in so many ways. You are my girl always.”

(End Flashback)

The group walked to the base. Instead, where the battle is happening; Mikasa and Gabi follow the two men to a smaller entrance. As they got in, the girls were led to a big room where a long huge table with many chairs and on top of the table was a model of the city of Liberio. Mikasa saw Reiner discussing military related topics to few of the soldiers.

The assassin couldn’t help stare the way he takes charge. His sleeves were rolled up so that his biceps were flexing naturally. God damn, why does he look so hot? Mikasa’s face flushed from thinking about very explicit thoughts of Reiner. Seriously, this isn’t the time to drool at whatever Reiner is to her. He did claim she’s his girl, so is she now his girlfriend? When the time is right, she will bring it up.

She already saw Gabi run towards him to hug him tightly. Reiner turned around to embrace his cousin’s affectionate. He looked up to see Miaksa and give a warm smile. This made the Paradisian woman to shy smile back at him. The hard part of telling him about his family is coming at close. This will crush him.

Just when she was about to walk towards him, Gabi already told him what happened because his expression became angry and grief. His body was shaking. Quickly, he steps away from Gabi to walk away to be alone.

Mikasa was about to follow him, but Porco stopped her. “Let him be. He wants to be alone. He just lost his family you wouldn’t understand.” This triggered her. What is his problem towards her? She does understand what Reiner is going through. Porco has no right to assume what she does understand. Does he still see her as a villain? Hm, it doesn’t take a day for the long years of hatred to vanish.

“Don’t you dare tell me what I don’t understand. He needs someone and I promise him, I’ll be there for him.” Mikasa gave her cold tone to Porco. Of course, he flinched when the notorious Ackerman glared towards him. Her shoulder shrugged off from his hand to head towards where Reiner went. The Jaw Titan holder was about to say something, but Annie beat into it.

“Let her go to him. Reiner does need someone right now, especially her.” Annie was behind Porco who turned around to glance at the Female Titan holder.

“He doesn’t like when people check up on him.” He said.

“True, Reiner hates to let people in; but with Mikasa it's different. She’s the only one he’ll drop his wall.” Annie knew during their mission pretending to be cadets; she had caught Reiner staring at Mikasa. That's it too obvious he felt something for her. Heck she was also aware Bertholdt took a sneak peak at her. If only, she had the courage to walk up to Bertholdt and tell him that she also liked him. It’s too late now. She has Armin and it made her happy.

Annie left an contemplative Porco as she goes back to her boyfriend who was busy making contact to the Mentor to suggest forming an alliance with Marley in fighting against the Templars.

Mikasa found Reiner in another room where he was sitting on a bed. She noticed there were frames with pictures on the nightstands. She entered. “Reiner-”

“Please Mikasa...go away.” he said in sorrow. His heart is broken from the news of his family’s death.

Mikasa frowned instead of leaving him, she went towards him. Reiner heard her footsteps. He sighed and glanced up. Already, she’s in front of him. “Mikasa, I’m serious. I need to be alone.”

“Don’t lie to me. I know you need me right now. You don’t need to hide anything from me. I know what you're going through. Trust me, it's the most agonizing feeling I don't ever want anyone to feel.” She stubbornly stayed.

“Then you understand that I want to be alone.” Now, his stubbornness showed.

“Do you? Do you really want me to leave you alone and face your grief by yourself?” Mikasa was being persistent. For a while, he didn’t reply. She doesn’t want to leave him there dealing alone, but if this is what helps him. She begrudgingly turned around to leave.

Reiner finally spoke up. “Wait. P-please. D-don’t go….you’re right. I don’t want to be alone. Mikasa, m-my family are gone. Gabi will have no one after I die. I don’t know what to do?” The female assassin felt her heart squeezed from seeing his cry for help. It’s like watching the small boy in him scared of feeling alone in this world. She sat next to him and held him to comfort.

“Shhh it’s ok baby. I understand the feeling, but you’re not alone; not anymore. Gabi will never be alone either. Once you pass away, I will raise her. I promised your mother and now I'm promising to you.” She whispered to him. Her shoulder is wet from his tears. She wants to take away his pain. He is just a soul like her.

“You met my mother?” He looked at her. Mikasa nodded and gave a warm smile. “I have. She’s told me to take care of you. I guess you had told me a bit more huh?” she chuckled. “You weren’t kidding about her being insistent of wanting grandchildren. I told her I promise, I will give her one.” Her finger wiping away his tears.

“Mikasa, you don’t have to keep that promise. Just being with you has already made me happy.” he whispered.

“Reiner, I still want kids...especially you being the father. Hopefully, faith will bless us with one at least. We are already a family. You, Gabi, and me are family. Do me a favor? Don’t ever shut me out. We’re a team; remember? Grief all you want right now. I’ll go tell everyone they need a minute or more alone time to process.” Mikasa was about to get up but Reiner had moved her to his lap to cuddle her.

“Thank you Mikasa. Thank you for existing. You really are a gift to the world. You’re kind, caring, compassionate. You don’t hate others. You’re strong minded; not just physical too. I don’t know what I will do without you.” He felt grateful that Mikasa came back into his life. “Can we stay like this a bit longer?” She can feel his inner child coming out.

“Of course, we can stay here a bit more.” She kissed his forehead affectionately. She will make sure this war will end so Reiner can enjoy his months on earth peacefully and Gabi can take back her childhood that was stolen. Beside her friends and her blood family, Levi; Reiner and Gabi are her new family.

(Armin)

Armin was using an advanced device to communicate with William Miles. He remembered what it was called; a smart phone.

“Sir, I think this alliance will benefit us to defeat the templars. Also, once the war is over; with our help to win; the rest of the nations will be open for peace with the people of Paradis.” Armin was convincing his mentor about this idea.

“Hmm will they be willing to make this alliance happen? While you and Annie had left New York City on an important mission; Paradis was also under attack by the templars and dethroned Queen Historia as the rightful ruler. She gave birth to a baby boy which thank god she was enough to have him sneak out into our care. Right now, Sasha is his guardian on their way to New York. Levi left on his own to rescue her. This isn’t like him to be impulsive, but I can understand why he did it. I’m worried he hasn’t returned. Hange and I are trying to find an escape route for everyone here.” On the screen Williams was stressing from the events that happened.

“Sir, I can try to get into contact with the Ambassador Azumabito of Hizuru. She can help to find a route for you guys to escape. I’ll give her an update on what has been going on.” He said.

“Alright, Armin. You do that and let me know what she said. We couldn’t find both Commanders Nile Dok and Rico Brzenska of the Military Police and Garrison. We got information that Premier Pixis Dot is their prisoner along with some other higher officials and a few noble families who support her majesty, Historia.” Miles said.

Armin grunt his teeth. This wasn’t supposed to happen. They had calculated wrong. Now, Captain Levi left in time of their needs. Everything's in disorder.

“Should we try to rescue the Premier and the noble families?” Armin suggested.

“We don’t have enough resources. We can try to find both Commanders and unite all three regiments to figure out a way to win this war and take back the island.” The Mentor said.

Armin nodded in understanding what William said. “I see. If you want, I think I know someone who will help us to look for them.”

Will raised his brow curiously. “Is this person an ally we can trust?” In times like this, it’s difficult to trust anyone.

“Yes, sir. He had been in contact with me. He wanted to help change the world...the right way.” Armin was a bit anxious on how the Mentor would react along his friends.

“Who is this ally that can help us?” Bill asked.

“My old friend, Eren Jaeger.” Armin finally said it.

(Eren)

The dark haired titan holder was walking on a dirt road leaving the town of Trost. His face was mostly covered by his hood to conceal his identity. Eren Jaeger glanced back where the city limit of Trost stood ahead.

Eve...

He can’t believe the terrible things he had said to her. The way her eyes stared at him in disbelief. The Eldian man felt disgust at himself for hurting the woman he had grown to love. She was everything that he never thought he needed. A part of him wanted to go run back to her and beg for her forgiveness. No, he can’t. It’s better this way.

During his time with Eve, Eren had reached out Armin by letters. At first, his old friend was wary towards him. He doesn’t blame Armin since his betrayal had made a negative impact on his old comrades and friends. He had hurted Mikasa in so many ways. He may not share the same feelings as her but she is his sister. He will always love her as her brother who had saved her when they were kids. Armin had been like another sibling to him. Eren felt if they hated him it would be easier to go through the Path of awakening the Rumble.

When Eve came into his life, his mission and perspective slowly changed. He struggled if all this was worth it? Will it be worth it? What if it gets worse and he loses everything. He can’t lose more people that he loves and cares so much. Maybe there is another way but he was too blind to see it. That’s why contacting Armin was the first step to fix his errors.

Eren was grateful that Armin had a good heart and gave another chance. His blonde haired friend warned it’s not best to reach out to Mikasa yet. She still felt hurt on how Eren had treated her which it’s understandable.

Through the letters, Armin gave him an update on what had been happening. What crushed Eren was his older brother, allied with these groups called themselves The Order of Templars. What was strange? The same woman in his dream, Minerva warned him about these people.

He also found out that the government along Historia were overthrown. These templars replace a new ruler who’s Lord Nathaniel Evans. Eren heard of the nobleman before. In his opinion, he dislikes this nobleman. Humans like him made the world cruel for good people like his parents, and many more. That’s all Eren wanted. A world where people can worry small things like getting their work done by the end of the day or enjoying being with the person you’re in love with. Those are luxurious for anyone in this part of the world.

Ever since his brother, Zeke had joined with these templars; Eren had made his decision to distance himself away from his brother and the followers. To be honest, he had found them annoying. He used them to go through his plans, but their paths had changed. So his plans had changed too.

He needs to reach another town to send a letter to Armin. The last letter from his friend had mentioned asking for his help. Of course, Eren would gladly help his friend since he wants to be in his good grace along with everyone.

Hours had passed from leaving Trost. The green eyed man felt his stomach growls. Huh? Is it already supper? He had missed lunch and breakfast since he lost his appetite from leaving Eve. Her warmth presence had melted away from the years of pain and anger at the world. She had taught him the world doesn’t have to be cruel if you do let it be cruel. He chuckled at that thought and closed his eyes from remembering that conversation.

(Flashback)

“Where would you take me if I go with you?” Eren was comfortably laying on the bed with Eve.

“Hm, all over the world!” She said with enthusiasm. Eve nuzzled on his chest as just cuddling him made her smile brighter. Eren loves seeing her happy.

“Alright then.” He chuckled. “...but where to first?” He asked her with curiosity.

“To Egypt first, then we’ll go from there to see many cultures, sites, and try the local foods. So you better leave some room on your stomach ok.” The brunette teased him by poking on his stomach which they’re solid from his abs.

“Oh have you been there?” He wondered how many places she has been to?

“Yeah, a few times for my internship. I am a student at the university I attend. I am double majoring in Ancient Civilization History and Culture Anthropology.” She said.

“Wow, you must be smart or wealthy to have an education like that.” Eren was impressed.

“You can say in a way I’m smart and as being wealthy; no. My grandmother on my mom's side is wealthy. She’s the one who paid my tuition. I won’t inherit anything until she passes away which I hope she lives a bit longer…” Her tone became sad when she mentioned her grandmother.

“What’s wrong with your grandmother?” He asked in a concerning tone.

“She was diagnosed with a fatal illness five years ago. She had been strong to fight it; but before I came here, the same disease came back again and I have been taking care of her. I’m her only family she ever has. My mom died when I was very young from a terrible tragedy. I don’t think I want to talk about it. It still gives me nightmares. Let's just say I was the only survivor.” He can relate the pain of losing a mother. Eren still has those nightmares of his mother getting eaten by the titan.

“I’m sorry to hear that. Did she pass away?” He added.

“Not yet, but I wish she would because all it does is make her suffer. She was always in pain. I hope I get to see her again before it’s too late…” He can see her tears forming.

“You should do that. Go to her before you would regret it not going sooner.” Eren said.

Eve sighs. “If I could, I would. It’s just hard to go see her now.” Her tone sounded vague the way her response was to him. “Can we change a different topic?” She said. Eren nodded.

“Then what would be the last stop on our journey in seeing the whole world?” He gave a smile in letting her know her request was his command.

“My hometown.” Eve gave a small smile.

“And where would that be? This place is called New York CIty?” He remembered she had mentioned before.

“No, but we can also visit there too. New York is where I had lived since I was 12. My hometown is on a different island. Ha’ena on the island of Kauai of the Hawaiian State is where I was born and raised until age of 4. It’s full of lush green mountains. It’s more like a tropical jungle when you hike there. There are many cascading waterfalls and the beaches are clear white sands along the water crystal clear transparent blue. Basically it’s a true paradise. I get it why my parents had settled there when they just got married.” The way her eyes lit when she described her home; Eren wants to see this haven place. Hopefully, one day.

“We’ll go there after I finish my business. Just me and you.” He pulled her closer to nuzzle his nose on her neck which she began to giggle from how ticklish.

“Eren your nose is tickling me.” She continued laughing. He smirked. “Oh am I? Then I will tickle you more.” This time he uses his fingers to tickle her sides while making a nom nom sound on her neck with his lips. Both laugh and enjoy their little game.

(End Flashback)

He had already reached another town. Eren went to a post center and before he slipped the letter into the box, a hand was placed on his shoulder. The titan holder was alarmed and removed it from his shoulder as he turned to face his opponent.

“Are you Eren Jaeger?” A man with foregin accent said to him. The dark haired man raised his brow.

“Do I know you?” His tone was cautious. Eren doesn’t trust strangers easily.

“No, but your friend Armin had mentioned about you and your help to us.” Now Eren slowly dropped his guard. He looks around in case someone was eavesdropping.

“Let’s go somewhere safe to talk.” He said. The man with a hood nodded in agreement then both walked to a safe location. Once they get comfortable talking, Eren begins to speak freely.

“You must be an assassin that most of my old friends had joined.” He said.

“Yes, I’m an assassin. My mentor had sent me to you to help out find the two Commanders. If we’re lucky, we might find the rest of the garrison and military police regiments.” The assassin explained to Eren.

“Alright, but we’ll need very good disguises. I’m very noticeable and it seems you are too.” He said.

“Let me introduce myself since it’s rude of me if you don't know my name. My name is Ratonhnhaké:ton or Connor Kenway as what people prefer to call me by.” The mysterious assassin said.

(Levi)

Slowly, his eyes open to see the room white and so bright that he could go blind soon. “Damn it why is this strange place so fucking bright?” He groaned. Seriously, can they lower it? Fuck, his head is throbbing loud.

“Ah good evening Levi Ackerman. I’m Davos Andersen, the head scientist of the Animus Program.” Dr. Andersen introduced himself.

Levi glared at the scientist. He was about to attack him, but something very hard and metallic restrained him from moving on both his wrists and ankles. Levi feels the cold hard surface table he was laying on it. Over his head where its level on his eyes, a clear glass like hovers too closely for his liking.

“Where am I? What did you bastards do to me? Where’s my wife, Historia? If you fucking hurt her you piece of shits; I will gut you with my blades.” Levi is trying to wiggle while threatening at the scientist and his crew. Most of the crew stepped back in fear which satisfied him. Good, they better be scared.

“Please, Mr. Ackerman. I would appreciate it if you wouldn't scare my coworkers. They are just doing their job. As for your wife, I think you’re confused. Historia is the king’s wife. Anyways, you’re in an animus room which we built here in the dungeon area. We just put you to sleep to make sure you don’t escape or try to slaughter us. Mr. Jaeger had warned us how dangerous you and your bloodline from your matrilineal side are. Today, this is very exciting. This machine will show your DNA memories of your ancestors. Since we have enough data from your assassin’s bloodline through your grandfather, your deceased uncle, Desmond Miles. We can look it up later since my boss wants to know more about this Ackerman bloodline. Are you ready for this exciting adventure?” His light blue eyes sparkled.

Is this guy for real? He better not make him as a science subject like when Four-Eyes made Eren as one for Titan science.

“No, I’m fucking not!” He growls as his eyes glow silver. Everyone felt jumpy when they saw his eyes. The scientist jumped too but giggled with excitement. Holy shit, this guy is like the male version of Hange when she gets too excited with anything titan related.

“Oh my, you are such a majestic creature.” Davos grinned.

“Shut up you fucking human! Once I break away, I will galdy rip you into pieces and devour you. I’m a titan, superior to you lowly humans.” Iapetus came out to take control. He had enough of these weaklings.

“Gale, right down this observation. We’re going to have a field day.” The scientist whispered at his coworker. In the background, Iapetus growls animalistic. These metal cuffs were hard to break. They were made especially for him.

“Alright, Levi we’ll begin the data so have a great time on your adventure.” Before Iapetus/Levi say anything, their view becomes dark again until a disembodied voice is heard.

Welcome to the Animus Project. New DNA. Levi Ackerman aka Subject 18. Activate.

A/N: I’m just gonna leave it like that for the next chapter lol. I know I know, once again I’m cruel because Levi and Historia finally were reunited but that was short as they got separated again. But there are sweet moments from my other favorite ship, Reikasa. Finally, we have some Armin in it and Annie. There will be more of them in future chapters. Yes, Connor Kenway had made his appearance which there will be more details how and why he’s there in the modern time. Eren had slowly acknowledged that his plan was not a good idea. How will his former comrades take once they find out he joined on their side. Levi has finally become Abstergo's latest subject. I’m happy from the reviews I received from AO3 and Fanfiction. You guys always made my day. For those who kudos, thank you. This made my heart happy. All of you are amazing for your support in so many ways. I hope this new chapter will satisfy you until the next one. See you later until next time!

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