#sorta crack writing

[cursedzucchini]

Well fuck me, i just spend an hour looking through my liked posts, to find that one angst Damian and Danny twins. Still didn't find it. Imma describe it lil more bellow, but if anyone knows what prompt I'm talking Abt pls tell me, imma tag it in the morning.

Prompt: Danny and Damian twins, but they hate each other. I think in the og post there were two versions, like Danny hoping Damian likes him now, but Damian tries to stab him, or both of them hating each other. I didn't take any route, i just wrote this prologue thingie. I think i might continue this, but if anyone gets inspired, feel free to add anything?

Something Abt Danny and Damian hating each other (or Damian hates Danny, Danny... Tried to survive, and later Damian regrets everything and Danny is bitter/scared of Damian) just scratches this part of my brain. Anyway yee that's all

Danyal al Ghul was gone.

His body was left to rot in some abandoded bunker. His grave empty, because Damian never bothered to bring his body back. His name deleted from every record, no failure has place between the best.

Damian didn't remember much about him. He knew his brother looked similar to him, they were twins after all. He was also pretty sure the younger one was shorter than him, though that couldn't be correct. There weren't any memories of Danyal being sick, so how could he be shorter than Damian? There was also the distinct impression of an awkward smile, but he might've mixed the memories up. Why would his twin wear such an unsure (pathetic) expression (grimace)? He was also the son of the demon, even if he was a failure. There is no such a place for weakness.

No, it must have been someone else. Damian had another clearer memory where his face was perfectly neutral. There is no reason to make such a face, if you are able to hide it.

Though that... Wasnt correct either?

Richard had recently taken to try and explain more about how their family functions. He reasoned that surely the League and Batman work diffefently, giving Damian many sound arguments. Yet he was sure the real reason for these... Lessons, was to explain more about the mundane side of things.

In one of the evenings spend arguing with the older man over the most idiotic things (if Drake was acting stupid, obviously he deserved a knife thrown at him), Damian somehow found himself talking about his annoyance, with his family uselessly emoting. How is Damian supposed to know, when they are truly proud of him, when they are truly disappointed, when they always show all of their emotions? How is he supposed to see which one is just them being weak, and which one is true?

His brother looked at him. There was pity in his eyes. And guilt. And pain. Damian wished Richard wasn't his brother.

Richard explained it. He spoke of emotions, and how they are natural, and none of them are false.

Damian didn't understand. He's not sure if understabds them now. But. If no emotions are false. And none of them make him weak. [Than why did mother taught them]

He doesn't like thinking about it.

But he hates thinking about Danyal more.

All his supposedly true emotions don't make sense. He... He feels his chest fill up with warmth when he thinks of him. He feels similar pain as when he is hungry in his chest. A strange mist falls and chokes his mind, whenever he is even reminded of his younger twin.

And there is bead of pure hatred inside his lungs, hating his crooked smile, detesting his small hands and despising his bright eyes.

[Wishing death on himself for not remembering their color. How could he forget his own twins eye color? Why does he only remembers the disgusting lightness making his stomach churn, their ugly staring at all his faults, wishing him fail]

Damian is quite sure Richard lied. There is no way all these foolish emotions are true. They don't make sense by themselves, how can they make sense mixed together? And after all they aren't strong enough to overcome hus brilliant self control, so they cannot be that true.

Or they weren't, until he caught the eye of a stranger.

A stranger with bright eyes.

With an awkward crooked smile, but other wise empty face.

A stranger with their hands playing with their shirt in obvious show of nerves

A little shorted than himself and...

A face almost the same as Damian's.

#dcxdp #dpxdc writing prompt #dpxdc #dc x dp crossover #dpxdc crossover #crossover #danny fenton #damian wayne #damian al ghul #dick grayson #well he was sorta mentioned.... whatever #damian and danny are twins #twins au #tbh my thoughts to continue this were like damian would throw a knife at danny #in reaction to his emotions and danny who just ran away from home still weak from his injuries sorta..... #uhhh becoems a full ghost #and liek after damian doesnt know that. so after like five mins hes like i fucked up in the past i wanna make it better #but now danny..... uhh yeah danny is a ghost #he died for real #the balance was cracked by no one else but his greatest bully and hero #oh wow oh ouch #angst #haha anyways

[lablass-2882]

I might be spoiling my own fic a bit but this was too funny to keep in my head.

The commander's reaction is to finding out that they are dads. (Minor swearing)

Cody (mother hen reaction)

Tally: So.... you adopted me when I wad like 8 or something.

Cody: Bullshit. I want proof. Official documentation only. Also, have you been eating enough? Do you have enough cold weather clothes? Prime, can Clone medic count as natborn doctors???

Fox (please restart your computer after updates)

Aurora: So yeah.... after my buir died, you and the rest of the guard took me in.

Fox: Blue screen and static noises.

Woffle (lost a bet)

Mako: So you're horny medic....

Wolffe: Stopping ya there, kid..... God Damm it. Now I own Kix 10 credits.

Bonus: Plo Koon

Somewhere in the distance.

Plo Koon: ........ I sense that I am now a grandpa?

Plo Koon: 😃

#my fic stuff #fanfic snippet #sorta #clone commander #commander cody #commander fox #commander wolffe #my ocs #plo koon would make an amazing grandpa #90% of this was me wanting to write wolffe's reaction #the clone wars #star wars au #crack au idea #crack fic

[jlfletcher]

I want a fic about normal non-spectacular human reader. They're not a spider-person and they have no powers. However, they've been stuck in the spider verse for a long time now and just can't find a way to get back home for some reason. They've been around so long that Miguel and them have been dating for a while......

My attempt at the fic below 👇

They actually work at the spider society doing the tasks that the spider-men are too busy to do. Like filing reports, building watches, tailoring and repairing suits, helping maintain Lyla's software (Lyla and Reader are besties now), ect. The reader has become so capable that when they head back to their universe (if they head back) they'll probably be a certified genius......

They're actually really capable despite feeling like they don't belong (bc they're not a spider-person) but everyone thinks they're really efficient and helpful. The fact that a normal person is able to keep up with the maintenance and care of HQ and the spider people in general amazes them anyway. The only thing is that Miguel doesn't know. They usually don't have a lot of free time together, what with reader's various jobs to do around HQ and Miguel busy running the place. Reader doesn't mean to keep it from Miguel, it just never comes up. And it's basically that trope of like reader walking around working on like some maintenance checklist and then as soon as they turn the corner, Miguel enters the room they just left. It makes sense because reader does odd jobs all around HQ and Miguel doesn't have spider sense anyway.

Until one day Miguel sees reader in the cafeteria talking to the spider fam. He sees reader holding a container of food and assumes they swung by to drop it off for him like usual. He just watches like a creep because he hasn't seen reader in a little while and gets a bit bothered when he sees Hobie swing his arm around their shoulders and lean on them as they converse with the others. And Miguel just stands there thinking, "Wait a minute, when did they grow so acquainted with them?"

He enters the cafeteria and reader turns and smiles warmly as they see him, walking up to say hi to him. Reader greets him softly which makes his lips twitch up in a smile before Hobie slinks around reader again and mentions with an amused smirk to Miguel, "Haven't seen you around in a while. Thought you were allergic to the café."

Reader softly chuckles with a quirked brow, "C'mon, Hob. You know I always grab food for him, it's not his fault."

Miguel's lips pressed into a line as he viewed the interaction up close, thinking to himself, "Hob? You have a nickname for his nickname?"

"Yeah but who gets you food, love?"

"Hobart.", reader sighs with a warning tone being clued in enough to gauge Miguel's tense aura.

"Ouch, the full name, huh? And here I thought I grew on you.", Hobie leans closer to the reader. Smirking not only at their banter but at the intense glare Miguel's shooting at him that he can see in his peripherals. Truthfully, there's nothing romantic between the two of them. Hobie and reader are more akin to siblings with the elder reader handling the younger Hobie's mischievousness.

"Get out of here, you rascal.", reader says with a chuckle, gently nudging Hobie back towards the others and away from Miguel. Hobie only winks at the reader before returning to his seat at the table with the others, knowing exactly what he's stirred up. The group all not so subtly watching Miguel and reader interact, their favorite topic of gossip.

"So, who gets you food?"

"Huh?"

"Who's the one that gets you food?"

Reader releases a wry chuckle, "I usually get my own food but sometimes... Hob."

Miguel stares at them for a second before grabbing their wrist and leading them out of the cafeteria. And reader can only think with a small smirk, "Ah, here we go." , unable to contain their happiness about finally spending time with him despite the context of the situation.

He leads them to his office to discuss what all that was about and as soon as Miguel's about to speak, reader cuts him off quickly as they present him with the food container, "I made chicken molé, it's my grandma's recipe."

He can't help but mirror the smile reader gives him as he gently takes the food, "Thank you."

Reader sighs before speaking, "Look. I know you're upset about how close Hobie is with me."

"I thought it was 'Hob'.", Miguel grumbled.

"Miguel.", reader spoke in a firmer tone, with their arms crossed over their chest as they look at him similarly to how they did earlier at Hobie.

Miguel just sighs as he waits for reader to continue.

"He's just a kid from a really unfortunate universe. I know you know that. I am very grateful that he is able to be that comfortable with me and I wouldn't ever tell him not to be. ¿Entiendes?"

Well when they put it like that... Miguel's shoulders slump a bit as he nods reluctantly, "Si entiendo."

Reader gently cups his cheek as they look up at him lovingly with a soft smile, whispering tenderly to him, "No one will ever hold me like you do, mi amor."

Miguel leans into their touch before wrapping his arms around them, sighing softly in relief into the crook of their neck, "How long has it been since I last held you, querida/o?"

Reader smiles softly as they turned to kiss his cheek while running their fingers through his hair, "Too long."

Soon the moment is cut short as Pavitr's happy voice echos off the walls, "Readerrrr! My suit ripped again and I don't know how to patch a hole like this! Can you put the little- Oh! Am I interrupting?" Pavitr's eyes widen as he sees the two releasing from each other's embrace and reader can sense the smile under his mask.

Reader sighs and hops down from Miguel's platform to take a look at the new hole in the fabric of his suit; nodding in relief as they see he's not injured. Reader digs a necklace out of their satchel before handing it to Pavitr, "Here. Take off your suit for me to repair it. Then put this on and press the center medallion. It's a temp suit but don't go running around with it and don't return home. It has a time limit." Pavitr nods and bounds out the door while shouting a giddy, "Thank you."

Reader sighs again and turns to Miguel, shaking their head with a smile, "That's his third repair this month. I need to research a more durable material in his universe."

Miguel looks confused as he jumps down from the platform in front of reader, "Why are you repairing it?"

Reader tilts their head in confusion as they answer slowly, "Because I repair things......?"

Miguel and reader stare at each other for a few seconds before they both speak.

"How often are you here?"

"You know I work here, right?"

Miguel eyes grow wide with concern. He's somewhat rushed when he voices his worries as he gently grabs reader's shoulders, "You can't work here, it's dangerous! Do you know how many anomalies we capture everyday? What if you get hurt?"

And reader just stares at him before chuckling softly, holding his face in their hands to still the mild panic roaring through him, "Miguel, cariño, calm down. I just do mundane work here. Plus, I'm usually in the engineering lab on the other side of the building (away from the anomalies)......"

Soon enough, the reader explains some of the things they do there as they sit, tinkering with a faulty gadget in Miguel's office. Him watching them work, intrigued by the way their hands move. That is until Miguel snaps out of his thoughts, confused by the way they talk about HQ and the other spider people so casually, "Wait... how long have you been working here?"

Reader hums in thought as they continue to work, "Uhhmm. I think about....... a year and a half, give or take."

"YOU'VE BEEN HERE FOR A YEAR AND A HALF AND I DIDN'T NOTICE?!"

*cue Lyla cackling in the background

I started this as a writing request but ended up writing it myself by the end, huh? Well in my head this version of reader is based of my bff. She really is a jack of all trades kind of person and she's actually my muse but...... Am I shipping my bff with Miguel O'hara? Yes, yes I am. I hate to admit it (because I would definitely tap that) but they're a match made in heaven 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Reliable mom friend reader + stressed leader who needs some of the burden lifted off his shoulders Miguel = OTP

#??? idk #fanfic #y/n #gender netural #miguel o'hara #miguel x reader #across the spiderverse #atsv #fanfic prompt #writing prompt #this is basically a shitpost #fluff #crack post #sorta #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel ohara #miguel spiderverse #spiderverse #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara fluff #reader insert #ngl #reader is hispanic #hispanic reader

[missjoolee]

Guessing Game Juke AU

Try and guess the source i mashed with jatp before I reveal it about 3/4 of the way through this. lololol

enjoy 😊😊😊

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Rose was a rock goddess that left the world, and her family, too soon. but she had quite the legacy left behind that went solely to her family. Julie wanted to follow in her mom's footsteps but she's trying to figure out what the best route is for her and not just bank on her mom's name to get there.

one of those attempts is to go to a less known club's open mic night, where she meets the lead singer of one of the bands and they get to talking about each other's music/lyrics and just really connect (so much so they forget to introduce themselves)

a seedy talent scout approaches her when she steps away to use the restroom but quickly makes it clear what he expects from her if she wants to move upward in the business. Before anything too terrible happens, the guy steps in "that's enough, you should know that's not how the scouts are expected to conduct themselves at Eats and Beats." or soemthing along those lines and the scout growls back "stop butting your head into my business, Patterson. I will blacklist your little band from ever getting signed"

OR SOMETHING.

but THEN

Julie can't let that stand. She is offended on how she was treated but she couldn't let scum like this man threaten those who try to help like that so she comes clean.

"what label did you say you were from, again? Jasmine Records? Let your boss know that your CEO Sandra will be hearing from the Petal Pushers management about the decorum of their talent scouts and their treatment of musicians including the daughter of Rose Sanchez"

OR SOMETHING

and luke is there like whoa whoa whoa, i just wanted to help the wrecking ball of talent and beauty, this is ROSE SANCHEZ'S daughter?! Holy shit

and then julie has to go home and face her dad

and aunt

(DO WE RECOGNIZE THE SOURCE IP?)

from here, their lives go on separately, but luke can't get her out of his head and he knows the best way to get another chance to even talk to her.  SC needs to get signed so they go looking anywhere, follow any lead (not that they weren't already before) to try and get a record deal and move up into the world of those who've made it

and Julie's dad is well meaning but doesn't understand why she went to such a seedy part of town alone and refuses to use the resources left to her if she wants to follow in her mom's footsteps

and then Caleb enters the story

he's been talking to Ray for awhile, trying to convince him  that  Rose's songs should be managed by a label, his label. Why leave the day to day management to the family when they have other things to worry about?

Ray hasn't known what to do but he realizes that he doesn't know what he's doing and he needs to be there for Julie and mentions what happened to Caleb one day during one of their talks and Caleb offers her a contract right then.

"it's the least i could do for dear Rose and sweet Julie"

Julie is put in a strange position, not wanting to turn down such an opportunity but its also not sitting right with her

meanwhile SC get wind of a real exclusive club and manage to get booked there. It has a strange deal, you impress the owner, you get a contract right then, and it's worth looking into

they show up to the HGC and a man with piercing eyes looks down from a VIP balcony

they do it!

they get the deal

it's like a wish come true

life changes for them overnight

skip a bit forward, they are at the recording studio and while taking a break and wandering the halls, luke walks into Julie again. It's obvious that she doesn't recognize him (but unbeknownst to him, thats more because she is preoccupied by everything going on in her world, her dad had dropped the idea of giving a label management of her mom's songs) but they hit it off again

swirling romance?

THEN WE DISCOVER THAT CALEB IS BOTH JAFAR AND THE GENIE BUT DEFINITELY EVIL

Caleb tricks Ray into signing something that basically is a contract for Julie and all of Rose's solo songs

because she is still barely a minor she's "locked" in

and the guys discover that there is a downside to signing the first contract you get on the whims of a club owner, aka HGC owns all songs produced by SC and there is a fashion clause that they were unaware of

they have to help each other out but to break free of the contracts, they have to be willing to risk their music careers,

ultimately, the guys believe in being true to themselves and helping julie out

so SC and Julie expose caleb's underhandedness

Caleb sues SC for defamation and they get shut up real quick. also, Sunset Curve will never make music again

Caleb tries to do something similar to Julie but it comes out that he actually did some real illegal shit regarding her contract, and since she was a minor, it all got nullified and void and so she gets off fairly unscathed

But it's as all this is coming to a close and being more familiar with legalese, julie notices something interesting about the settlement with SC

they can't do anything about the songs already recorded and released by Caleb's label, but when told they wouldn't make music again, the word choice was something along the lines of "the band known as Sunset Curve will cease all current and future creations" but it never names the guys by name.

SO they make Julie and the Phantoms

and GET BIG

#HAPPY JUKE JEUDI! #joolee's crack-like thoughts #juke #jukebox #it's an aladdin au lads #sorta #yes #confidence joolee #hope it makes sense! lol #julie molina #luke patterson #julie molina x luke patterson #julie molina/luke patterson #julie x luke #jatp #julie and the phantoms #is this considered writing? #i'll throw my writing tag on it anyway #joolee attempts writing

[the-rogue-mockingjay]

In amber light she mourned, Aymeric getting stabbed, and Apocalypse state of mind!

Answered abt apocalypse state of mind [here] ! As for the other two, ehehheehe >:))))

In amber light she mourned is set maybe 24hrs after The Royal Menagerie and it's Aymeric tracking O'ravi down to check in with her. She's...a mess. The things Zenos said to her really did a number on her and he sort of plants the seed in her mind that she's actually a monster at her core, same as he is. Which....Aymeric has Thoughts(TM) about lol. The title is a nod to one of Stormblood's recurring phrases, In Crimson It Began.

"Aymeric got stabbed rip in pieces bro" is about Aymeric and one of my non-WoL OCs, Marielle, a childhood friend of his. It's set soon after that one guy tries to kill Aymeric, and Marielle drops by to check on/bully him. Snippet:

The frame of Aymeric’s bed creaked as a new weight settled on it, rousing him from an uneasy sleep. He cracked one eye open and found an old friend seated beside him, prim as you please, her smile lacking its usual sharpness. An ebony pipe dangled from her fingers, not yet lit. He nudged her hand as far away as possible. “Word on the street is that the lord commander got shanked while passing through Foundation," she said. "Shocking, isn’t it? I choked on my beer when I heard.” “Marielle. The chirurgeons would be quite cross if they knew you were here.” “Then it’s a good thing they don’t.” She clicked her tongue, rifling through her pockets for a match. “How bad is it?” “Naught that won’t heal in time—but surely you didn’t trouble me just for that.” “Well of course. I wouldn’t dream of wasting the lord commander’s time, especially not after he’s danced so close to death."

#i wanna write more of marielle and aymeric but i sorta lost the damn plot and don't know where to go with this fic ;-; #but hey the snippet cracks me up so. im glad i have this much of it written at least lol #in amber light she mourned feels too melodramatic i gotta tone that shit down #that's why there's no snippet lol #i wrote it so many months ago but aaaauuuuugh the cringe.... #cringe is dead!! except when it comes to writing big emotions. then there is so much cringe i take 4587403537 psychic damage and die. lmao. #my greatest struggle in writing.....alas i have yet to overcome it #anyway aymeric downplaying the fact he almost got assassinated is so funny to me. bbygirl WHOMST do you think you are fooling #rogue writes #o'ravi soltholia #marielle de dzemael

[reireimur]

ac crossover but it’s Desmond rebuilding the Assassin Brotherhood in Skyrim

#somebody stop me now #I’d write it. I would. I’d write it. #I’m gonna lose my fucking mind I need to finish chapter two of the tlou crossover #someone needs to shoot me #asscreed #IT WORKS. IT WORKS. IT WOULD WORK SO WELL. #desmond miles #NO BECAUSE I HAVE IDEAS FOR IT PLEASE I NEED HELP #SO. OBVIOUSLY. Isu garbage. yes? but. wouldn’t it be funny if Desmond was the listener #and maybe it could be stupid and sorta crack-y #and it could have slash with Nazir or something I’m laughing #Miraak reminds me of Altaïr #sorta. #desmond rebuilds the dark brotherhood and basically reinvents it in 480E #NOO CAUSE I WANNA WRITE THIS #he could be the listener or the dragonborn #the chosen one never gets a break.jpeg #HE’D BE SO GOOD AT MAGIC MAYBE. #OUGH MAN I DONT /KNOW/ #I THINK DESMOND WOULD FIT SO WELL #the reason the assassins creed fandom was voted as annoying #is because we don’t stop putting Desmond miles everywhere #my bad guys I’ll pull the trigger

[questionablemusesmoved]

Me shifting through anything Cash related; Fuck, why do I love him again?

#( T_T ) #( funny how half the fandom hates him & yet here I am ) #( just basically staring at him like any other sorta 'crush' ) #( gfdi Josie ... ) #( crack tbt. ) #( there'll be another queue running later later. ) #( I'm just browsing -ahem- >>;; ) #( also yes hi I wanna write Cash & Paimon more <3 )

[jcs-writing-hell]

Imagine a TGCF AU where XL, instead of accepting the debt, he just... Jumps back down as soon as he's like in heaven.

And everyone's there is like "didn't someone just ascend?" - "thought so too, who was it??" - "xl but he was like.. nope"

Or, alternatively, he never takes on the mission because while people don't wanna help him, they don't want him around either so they're just like "those few measly merits? I'll pay, bye crown prince, highness, ciao"

#tgcf #tian guan ci fu #heaven official's blessing #xie lian #xl #tgcf crack #jc wips and writes #idk #it's just that sorta mood

[feybarn]

I have no regrets. None.

#fey's writing #Cad Bane/Obi-Wan Kenobi #Hondo Ohnaka/Obi-Wan Kenobi #Crack Treated Seriously #Sorta

[partyinthemysterymachine]

I'm reading GOOMT rn and every time I saw a reference to 'the author' I thought it was a self insert. Then I remembered that Harry is an author. I was so confused for about a third of the story till it clicked.

hi there! thank you much for sending me this ask 🥺🥺🥺🙏🙏💖💖💖 and thank you SOO MUCH for reading GOOMT!!!! i hope you've been having fun and getting a kick out of it :3c

and you know, now that you mention it................. i suppose there are two types of authors when it comes to GOOMT. so i thought it wouldn't be such a half-bad idea to whip up a handy-dandy reference sheet in just in case there is ever any doubt about who "the author" descriptor refers to and the connotations involved. :3c sooo here we are!!: how to use "the author" descriptor correctly in GOOMT, vs how NOT to use it oh mhy god the. power the power thE POWER THE POWER TH E

P O W E R

--- hahahahaaaaaa so yeah!! i hope that helps!! :)!! thank u so much for reading GOOMT and i hope SOOOO much that you are enjoying it, and continue to!!! see u in the next chapter ;)c

:3c

...... >:3c!!!!!!

#my art #ches writes #goomt #harry mason #anon this was hysterical i just HAD to do this. the inspiration was THERE in an instant thank you so much #this was SO FUN LMAO #boops harry's nose. i must say this must me just about my most adorable harry yet 🥺🥺🥺🙏 #also i sorta. forgot his birthday. Oops. happy belated birthday harry mason goomt u imbecile i love u <3 < #3 #i have got a LOT of anons in my askbox right now WHO ARE YOU AND WHERE AREYOU ALL COMING FROM LMAAOOO omg it's a crack up #i'm having a blast :3

[therealjammy]

More plotty, angsty fic from me featuring dynamics I've wanted to write about for a while? Sure is

Posting here for the Tumblr crowd xx

#writing things #fic stuff #hotd #rhaenyra x alicent #rhaenicent #i'm amazed i finished kinda-sorta editing this before bed #maybe the thunderstorm and heavy rain helped #anyways #time to head to bed because i have to be up at the ass crack of dawn

[imabiscuitinthousandworlds]

Chapters: 7/? Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Clone Commander Blackout & CT-7567 | Rex, ARC-77 | Fordo & CT-7567 | Rex, Coric & CT-7567 | Rex, Clone Commander Blackout & ARC-77 | Fordo, Clone Commander Blackout & ARC-77 | Fordo & CT-7567 | Rex Characters: Clone Commander Blackout (Star Wars), CT-7567 | Rex, ARC-77 | Fordo, Clone Trooper Coric (Star Wars), ARC Trooper Stec (Star Wars), Anakin Skywalker, Ahsoka Tano, Original Clone Character(s), CC-1010 | Fox Additional Tags: Planet Teth (Star Wars), Post-Battle Of Teth, Post-Battle of Christophsis, Teth is its own warning, Battle of Hypori, there's a lot going on ok, Alternate Universe, Jai'galaar Verda AU, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, No Beta we die like. like. everyone from torrent-, Author Is Sleep Deprived, The Author is Screaming, Stec Is a Good Bro, warning for incredibly unrealistically aware internal monologue, depression go brrrrrr for most of them :(, this is not a very happy fic and it's making Me sad, but i won't pull a canon and ignore all the trauma Series: Part 3 of Jai'galaar Verda Summary:

Blackout received his Jaig eyes recently - only to learn that, apparently, he now is part of ancient magic. Fordo and his squad have been called in to save Jedi, but there is more than just one thing off about... well, everything, unfortunately. It just can't ever be easy, can it? Rex has a lot to do, between the shriek-hawk in his head and the new padawan in his legion. Soon, both will be the least of his problems.

[You have to read at least Blue before this one - it's a direct continuation.]

#two chapters in a month?? its more likely than you think! well. once #captain fordo #captain rex #commander blackout #jai'galaar verda au #latest chapter took a hard dip from *depression* to kinda sorta crack #this is bc all of my wips atm feautre depressed characters and its starting to depress Me #i still cannot shut up in the tags #anyway shout out to the headache that was a perfect excuse to not do anything but write :)

[iturbide]

Only GA thoughts you say?? I’ve been reading the posts with metaphorical popcorn in had, so- have some questions to ramble to (but I am Eager to hear any other thoughts you have, even if they have nothing to do with these).

For the Golden Attempt, is there anything you think would eventually convince Claude to trust Byleth? Or, well progress the amount of trust he has for them? Obviously it would take time, but any ideas for Events that might lead to him trusting them despite their obvious secrets?

And I must know- what was going though Claude’s head as he heard that his imposer killed his brother? There’s always room to assume the rumours were wrong, or that his brother was killed in battle, or that he died to spite ‘Claude’ but�� yeah, if he ends up hearing the details of what happened, it’s going to shake him up quite a bit, and I am having so much fun watching this AU unfold.

okay so to your second question first: there was a lot of warring thoughts when he heard that news. On the one hand, trying to come to grips with the fact that his imposter might have killed his brother (even if he and Shahid had never gotten along well) is devastating -- but on the other, it's entirely possible that the facts have been warped in passing from person to person to person along the line. Jeralt said himself that it was what he heard, so he didn't see it first-hand.

And there would probably be a lot of conflicting reports of the event as they go through the Empire and into the Kingdom. Some people say that the Almyran commander died in battle, some people say Claude von Riegan executed him, some people say that he fell off a cliff...getting a real, clear picture would be basically impossible until they actually get in touch with someone who witnessed the events firsthand, which isn't going to be for a while. But that certainly doesn't stop him from trying to plan based on the worst things he's hearing: that whoever stole his name and face executed his brother in cold blood.

No, he and Shahid weren't close. Yes, he knows Shahid hates him. But even if he wasn't a fan of Shahid, he didn't want him dead, either. They're still family, and for all that he might want to lace Shahid's undershirt with itching powder something he probably did at least once in their youth, he wanted his brother alive. Not near him, maybe, but alive. And even knowing that Shahid would absolutely hate the world he had set out to create -- one without prejudice, where people can learn about each other freely rather than operating off stereotypes and assumptions -- he was hoping that his brother might come around someday...or, barring that, just live the rest of his life seething that he can't get away with blindly hating the people of Fodlan.

And then there's the news going back to Almyra. Beyond the fact that executing Shahid constitutes an act of war since he was, in fact, an Almyran prince, and I tend to think that killings in cold blood like that are grounds in Almyra for a blood vendetta -- the worst case news is that Claude did it. Claude, who is also an Almyran prince. Will his parents realize that something isn't right? That this doesn't sound like the son they know? Or are they going to take it at face value, leaving him with a target on his back should he ever go back home since any of his other siblings, not to mention the king of Almyra himself, would have grounds to kill him on account of that aforementioned blood vendetta? And then there's the very real and very terrifying possibility that, because of Shahid's execution, Almyra takes off the kid gloves and mounts a real and earnest invasion force in place of Shahid's ill-conceived attempt at winning their father's favor. And all this on top of the fact that the person who stole his name and face is not stopping and is, in fact, actively making things worse, and he can't put a stop to it on his own, and it's just...

Turning off his brain to get some decent sleep is not exactly the easiest thing in the world at present.

as for your first question: how did you know exactly what it was I wanted to dive into next? Are you psychic?? Are you in my brain right now??? if so i apologize i know it's kind of scary in there

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Byleth’s father returned as afternoon turned to evening, his contract with the king of Faerghus in hand.  The Knights of Seiros arrived with the deepening twilight, their torches illuminating the otherwise dim streets and drawing out adherents and mourners both.

Night fell, and no word came.  

Dawn turned to morning, morning to midday, and midday once more turned from afternoon to evening.  At sunset, a messenger arrived from the palace, calling Khalid before the throne once more, and Byleth accompanied him up the icy stairs and down the smoky hall to the room where Dimitri and Rhea both awaited. 

When the king spoke, announcing that the Kingdom of Faerghus and the Church of Seiros had agreed to back his claim, they heard Khalid breathe a near-silent sigh of relief, the tense line of his shoulders relaxing a monumental fraction.  There were conditions, of course -- they had both expected as much -- but surveillance by guards from the Church or Kingdom seemed a meager concession for all they gained.

A fortnight passed in relative quiet.  Khalid spent much of his time in the Faerghus Castle library, studying everything he could about the Kingdom’s history, terrain, climate, resources, and the noble houses that comprised the bulk of its leadership.  Ashe and Annette shadowed him there most often -- likely because they were most familiar with the archives, if Byleth’s memories of their school days held true -- though sometimes Sylvain kept subtle watch while feigning boredom, and others Ingrid breathed down their necks seeking ill intent in every book they pulled from the shelves. 

Aside from those ventures, Khalid kept mostly to himself.  Many among the Kingdom and Church gave him wide berth, unwilling to trust a man that looked like their enemy’s commander; if not for Byleth’s habit of taking meals with him, they suspected he would have eaten alone, poring over the map of Faerghus he had painstakingly copied from one on display in the library.  And yet he spoke as often to them as he did to the Kingdom agents keeping watch over his every move.  They tried, sometimes, to engage him in discussion when he happened to look up from his notes -- but he only offered a brief, vague response before turning back to whatever work he’d set for himself. 

He was not the friend they’d lost in that other life.  He’d not learned the same lessons, or achieved the same triumphs.  They had, by now, lost track of how many times they’d reminded themselves of that fact. 

It did nothing to help the aching grief they felt at seeing him this way.

It was commotion that alerted them to the changing tides of war: the clank of armor as guards rushed through the palace halls, voices raised but still too distant to be distinct.  Byleth caught Khalid’s eye as he looked up from the biography he’d been examining -- and they rose in unison, abandoning their texts open on the table and hurrying toward the site of the disturbance. 

They found Dimitri in the main hall, a piece of parchment crumpled in one fist.  “What’s happening?” Khalid asked. 

The king looked at them, the silence stretching so long that they feared he would simply leave them to wonder…until he finally drew in a sharp breath.  “The Federation is approaching Fraldarius territory by sea.”

“By se--by sea?” Khalid repeated.  “Derdriu barely maintains a merchant fleet, let alone a navy, how are they making an approach by sea?” 

Dimitri shook his head.  “I could not say: the Fraldarius messenger only said that the ships looked foreign.”  Khalid went perfectly still again, his hand tightening on his walking stick.  “Felix has already mobilized to reinforce his father’s position, but if that line fails the Federation will doubtless march on Fhirdiad next.”

“Can you spare troops from Arianrhod to fortify Fhirdiad, send along an extra contingent or two to reinforce Fraldarius?”

“I would -- but Margrave Gautier sent word that Sreng has mobilized another assault on the northern border, as well.”

“...they saw the ships,” Khalid muttered under his breath.  “They saw the ships and decided to take advantage of the opportunity to strike.  He had to have expected that, he wanted to divide the Kingdom’s defenses--”

“I’ve summoned what forces we can spare from Arianrhod to hold the city,” Dimitri said, cutting through the spiral of Khalid’s thoughts, “ but with three fronts to keep watch over…we don’t have the manpower to hold it all.  We’ll be forced back to Fhirdiad and subjected to a siege we can’t endure--”

“Send the mercenaries to reinforce Fraldarius.”

Dimitri startled, looking over Khalid’s shoulder at Byleth as though he’d forgotten the contract he’d signed with their father.  “One band of mercenaries hardly seems sufficient--” 

“They’ll be the advance guard, shoring up Felix and his troops,” Khalid explained.  “Jeralt is a force to be reckoned with on his own; Byleth’s earned a reputation, and they live up to it -- and then some.  If you can spare a battalion, send them afterward: the mercenaries will get there first, so even if they and Felix and the Duke’s troops fail, the Federation will have another wave to deal with on top of everything else.”

“What of Sreng, then?” Dimitri asked.  “The Gautier family has led the northern border defense for generations, but they cannot hold the line alone--”

“I’ll go.”

Byleth frowned while the king gaped.  “You -- what?  Alone?”

“If you want to send some guards along you can, keep an eye on me--”

“No, that’s not what -- what do you propose to do?”

“Hopefully open up a discussion and work something out without a bunch of people dying,” Khalid replied easily.  “Barring that, probably try to rig a trap on the fly and go through a couple quivers of arrows--”

“Do you realize how mad that sounds?”

“Which part, the talking or the impromptu trap design?”

“Th…both!” 

“Fair, I suppose,” Khalid shrugged.  “If you’re worried, though, send along what troops you can spare -- the smaller the group, the faster they can travel, and Margrave Gautier would probably appreciate the reinforcements sooner rather than later if he’s asking for help.  I can pack and be ready to move out within the hour, but if you’re going to send more people it’ll probably take longer to get them briefed and supplied…”

“Are you certain about this?” 

The question was almost gentle, in spite of how fraught the king seemed.  Khalid only smiled that practiced smile, one that never reached his eyes.  “I said I wanted to help.  Now seems like a good opportunity to make good on my word.”

“...if you’re sure,” Dimitri conceded.  “I will gather a contingent to accompany you and inform you when everything is ready--”

“I’ll get started on my own preparations, then,” Khalid said, starting toward the barracks.  “Don’t forget to send word along to the mercenaries that they’re moving out.”

“Byleth, would you…?” the king started -- but they had already turned to follow Khalid, their mind a blur of overlapping questions.  Why was he suggesting them for the eastern front?  If the worst came to pass with Sreng he would need the support, he had to know that, so why would he give them up so readily?

They had found no answers by the time they reached their quarters.  With so much of the army engaged elsewhere, Dimitri had offered the mercenaries a block of rooms in the Fhirdiad barracks to make use of until their deployment; Byleth had, much to their father’s apparent surprise, chosen to room with Khalid rather than bunk with him as they always had before.  And now, as their friend set to gathering his things, they closed the door behind them and caught his eye.  [I will go with you.]

[You should go with your father,] he signed back, pausing barely long enough to get the gestures out while he packed. 

[It’s dangerous to go by yourself.]

[I won’t be alone,] he replied.  [You heard Dimitri, he’s sending some of his men.]

[If your plan falls through, will that be enough?  My father can head up the reinforcements to the east, but I will go north with you.]

Khalid shook his head firmly.  [You should go east.]

[Why?] 

He did not respond, instead wrapping a collection of vials in a yellow scarf and tucking them in his bag.  Confused, they reached out to touch his shoulder--

He jerked out from under their hand, fixing them with a flat, unreadable look.  [Why are you really sending me east?] Byleth signed carefully.

Khalid breathed a short sigh and raised his hands. [Because I want to be out from under the enemy’s watch for a while.]

Their mind reeled at the accusation.  [You think I am the enemy?]

He shrugged.  [I don’t know.  It seems as likely as you really being a friend.  I thought it was pretty strange, how someone I’d never met before managed to find a place no one in Fódlan seems to know about, then managed to get to a prisoner who no one had realized was even missing because he’d been replaced, navigating a maze of a city to do so without any trouble -- not once, but twice, coming and going -- then getting out again despite being forced to take a slower pace.  Don’t think I didn’t notice that we weren’t attacked after we got to the city entrance, and they didn’t bother to pursue us once we were out in the cave.]

He sat down on the edge of his cot, gripping his bad leg with a shaky hand before continuing.  [They tried everything they could manage in there to get the information they wanted.  Nothing worked.  So for all I know, you could be their next attempt.  Sending one of their own people in -- how else would you know the place so well? -- to stage an ‘escape,’ putting up just enough resistance to make it seem like the whole thing was real…and then letting me go, leaving me under the watch of their agent who obviously would have earned my trust by ‘rescuing’ me.  You haven’t left my side for more than ten minutes at a time.  It feels like you’re watching my every move.  And while I appreciate the help, getting here and working things out with Faerghus and the Church, this could all be a ploy to get what I wouldn’t tell them.  You’re keeping secrets -- and I know that’s rich, coming from me, the pot calling the kettle black -- but how can I trust you when everything that’s happened points at you being in league with the people who did all this?]

Byleth sank down onto the end of the cot.  They had thought it strange, when no one came for them while they crossed to the gate, but once they were out beyond the veins of light they had been too relieved by their success to care about the lack of pursuit.  For Khalid -- a man who knew even before setting out for Garreg Mach that his secrets would be deadly in the wrong hands, and who had already been subject to horrors Byleth couldn’t imagine…they could see, all too clearly, why he still suspected them. 

They bowed their head, folding their hands briefly in their lap…before lifting them again.  [You keep your secrets because the truth could prove dangerous to you.  I’ve kept my secrets because I’m afraid you won’t believe their truth.”

His face remained impassive, though they saw one eyebrow twitch up a fraction.  [Try me.]

Byleth sighed and steeled themselves.  [What do you want to know?]

[How did you know the imposter wasn’t really me.]

[He couldn’t sign,] they replied without hesitation. 

[And how did you know I could?] he pressed. 

[Because when we met, you were the first person outside my father’s band that I could talk to without needing an interpreter.]

[But we only met a few months ago.]

Byleth shook their head.  [It was the first time you met me.  It wasn’t the first time I met you.]

A thin furrow drew itself across his brow.  [So where did you meet me?]

They drew a deep breath, held it…and raised their hands.  [The better question is when did I meet you.]  

He frowned, but did not dismiss the idea.  Instead he watched them, waiting for them to continue.  [I met you several years ago near Garreg Mach.]

[I’ve never been to Garreg Mach,] he pointed out. 

[Not this time,] they agreed.  [But there was a time when you reached the monastery, and led the Golden Deer House.  That’s the time I lived in.  And when something went…wrong…I came back to try to fix it.  But things have happened differently this time, even though I’ve tried time and again to change it back to how I remembered it -- so since I can’t change it, I decided to try fixing it, instead.  By saving you.]

He considered their explanation for a long moment, his expression thoughtful.  [How?] he signed eventually.  [You said you lived in another time, and came back.  How?]

“Are you sure it’s wise to tell him?” Sothis cautioned. 

Byleth saw no other way. 

[The Goddess of Fódlan -- the one worshiped by the followers of the Church of Seiros -- has the power to stop and reverse time.  Her heart exists within me.]  They raised a hand to their chest, touching the place where their heart did not beat.  [I can use that power to change the outcome of events.]

[Can you prove it?]

They blinked, tilting their head slightly to one side.  [You know it sounds unbelievable,] he continued.  [You already admitted it: you’ve been keeping this a secret because you didn’t think I’d believe it.  And you’re right, it sounds insane.  But if you can prove it, then there’s no room left for doubt.  So can you?]

[How would I prove it?] Byleth asked.

Khalid looked briefly thoughtful.  [How about this: I’ll think of a word, and you tell me what it is before I tell you,] he signed.  [If you really can control time, you should be able to get the answer and then go back and give it to me before I tell you.  Right?]

“That’s actually quite clever,” Sothis mused over their shoulder.  

Byleth nodded, agreeing as much with Sothis as the proposal.  They had never forgotten how keen their friend’s tactical insight was -- but it still impressed them, seeing how easily he could find solutions to strange problems.  [Alright.]

He nodded.  [I have something.  Do you know what it is?]

They watched him for a moment, seeing the first hint of a smile at the corners of his mouth before they shook their head.  [What word?]

Khalid made a sign they had never seen before.  They gestured for him to repeat it, and he did without hesitation: palms facing out, thumbs linked together with fingers splayed, then shifting smoothly so that his wrists crossed, palms facing up, thumbs remaining linked but fingers half-curled.  They tried to make it themselves, fumbling a bit in the transition -- but he nodded approvingly, even so.  They still did it a few more times, though, just to be sure. 

[Is this right?] they finally asked, making the sign one more time. 

Khalid nodded in agreement. 

Time reversed.

***

Khalid had been half expecting Byleth to lunge for him when he confronted them about his suspicions.  If they really were allied with his kidnappers, knowing he’d found them out seemed like just the thing to spur them into action. 

But they didn’t.  Which was probably for the best, because while he was carrying a particularly noxious powdered poison in very easy reach for just such an event, he didn’t really want to use it in such close quarters because he’d probably get a lungful, himself. 

He hadn’t expected them to come right out with their secret when he asked, though.  And he definitely hadn’t been expecting them to claim something so wild as turning back time.  He might have thought it was too crazy to believe -- but he’d been getting a little too comfortable with crazy ideas being the truth, after watching someone turn into a perfect copy of him. 

He still needed proof, though.  It was one thing to see something that defied belief, another entirely to just take it on faith, especially when he’d always had a short supply of that.  And Byleth had agreed to his proposal without even blinking.  Either they were telling the truth, or they were really confident in their ability to guess. 

If it was the latter, he had a surprise for them. 

[I have something.  Do you know what it is?] he signed. 

They lifted their hands and replied, effortlessly, with the word he had in mind -- one no one west of the Locket should know. 

He stared at them, his thoughts spinning wildly out of control.  Sure, it had been a possibility that they were telling the truth, but seeing the proof of it was more than he’d been ready for--

Byleth raised their hands again.  [Was that right?] they prompted.  He nodded, still a little too stunned by the fact that he was talking with someone who could turn back time to form a coherent response-- [What does it mean?] they asked. 

The question caught him so off guard that he laughed.  They knew the sign but not the meaning: he couldn’t think of any more telling proof than that.  [It’s a special signal used by wyvern brigades in combat, telling all the riders to have their wyverns roar together.  It’s mostly an intimidation tactic, but it’s the kind of sign that only a wyvern rider would have a reason to know.]  Or someone who’d been obsessed with them since childhood, which is how he’d learned it. 

[Is it Almyran?]

Even though there was no risk of someone overhearing a sign, his breath still failed him for a second.  [You know about that?]

Byleth nodded.  [You told me.]

[You mean…the last time?]

They nodded again, a hint of a smile softening their usually serious expression.  [You said you stayed up most of the night trying to figure out how to do it, and it was still the scariest thing you’d ever done.  You never managed to tell the others, either -- you implied enough, but you couldn’t say it in front of them.]

[The others?] he asked. 

[The rest of the former students from the Golden Deer House.  And Judith.]

[To be fair, she knew I was Almyran.]

[She didn’t know you were friends with Nader the Undefeated, though.]

…in fairness, he hadn’t told her where in Almyra he’d grown up, so that made sense.  [How did Nader get involved?] he signed -- and then waved his hands to clear the question.  [Actually, start from the beginning.  What happened the first time?  Before you came back and everything changed?]

Byleth released a long, slow breath.  [You made it to Garreg Mach and became the leader of the Golden Deer house, as heir to the von Riegan family.  During a routine exercise outside the monastery, you and the other two House leaders, Edelgard and Dimitri, were attacked by bandits, and my father and I helped to drive them off.  Because of that, the archbishop asked me to be a professor at the Officer’s Academy to replace the one who had been lost in the bandit attack, and I chose to teach your House.]

[All that because I could sign?] he joked. 

They nodded, apparently not realizing how funny that sounded.  [My father was a Knight of Seiros, once, and left soon after I was born because he had concerns about the Archbishop.  He loved me, but in trying to keep me safe, he ended up isolating me.  There were a lot of things I didn’t know when I got to the Officer’s Academy, including how to be a teacher, because I’d been a mercenary all my life.  So it meant a lot to have someone I could talk to without needing an interpreter, and who could interpret for me with the other students until they learned.  It made me feel less alone.]

Khalid scratched the back of his neck sheepishly, feeling more than a little bad about making light of something that clearly meant a lot to them.  [So you made it as a teacher?]

[With help,] they agreed.  [But it was a strange year at Garreg Mach.  There was a great deal of unrest, caused by the group that kidnapped you here.  What we did not know was that Edelgard had allied with them, and helped them operate within the confines of the monastery.  …they killed my father.]

He had seen how close Byleth and Jeralt were during the months they’d spent on the road to Fhirdiad.  However gruff he might seem, the mercenary clearly loved his kid, and that affection was wholeheartedly returned.  It had made him homesick, early on, especially knowing how he’d left things with his own father -- he couldn’t imagine the pain they must have felt, losing him like that.  [You couldn’t change it?  Even with your power?]

They shook their head.  [I tried.  But when I attacked the one who killed him before she could strike, another appeared and deflected the blow.  My father still died.]

[I’m sorry,] he signed, wishing the words meant more. 

Byleth smiled, though, like they at least meant something.  [You helped me through it.  You helped me find answers I never could have reached alone.  But then Edelgard declared war on the Church of Seiros and attacked Garreg Mach.  She captured the Archbishop, and I…don’t know what happened.  I remember being attacked by the man who’d prevented me from saving my father, and falling over the edge of a cliff, but when I woke up five years had passed.]

Khalid gaped for a moment.  [Five years?  Can that power turn time forward, too?]

[No, only back.  I think I fell asleep, to recover from my injuries.  And Fódlan had changed in that time.  Dimitri had apparently been executed for killing his uncle who had been acting as regent.  The Empire had conquered much of the Kingdom, with only a few of the far northern territories holding out.  And despite the fact that Adrestia held the Great Bridge of Myrddin, the Alliance had maintained neutrality for five years thanks to Claude von Riegan keeping the Leicester round table embroiled in arguments with each other, rather than taking soldiers to the field.]

That, admittedly, sounded impressive.  Apparently he was pretty good at diplomacy in some other world.

[We reunited at the monastery and claimed it for a central base of operations, since it had been abandoned after Edelgard’s first attack.  When the Empire took notice and mobilized against us, we realized that our options were limited and took the bridge before the Imperial army could arrive.  From there, the remnants of the Kingdom rallied at Gronder Field along with the Adrestian and Leicester armies -- and Edelgard was forced to retreat.  We chased her back to Enbarr, but in the battle against her…]

[Something happened.]  Seemed the likeliest guess. 

[You were killed.]

He’d had a suspicion, but that didn’t make it any less eerie.  Not many people expected to be talking about their own death.  [Did that group keep you from undoing it?]

Byleth shook their head.  [I went back too far, without meaning to.  I was…distraught.  I lost control.  I came back to a moment before I ever met you, and when I arrived at the time where I should have, things happened differently.  I tried so many times to go back hoping that things would go right, and I would meet you again, but they never did.  So instead I started trying to find you.  It took a long time, and even once I found the city it took so many attempts to get the escape right that…]

[You memorized it.]  All that effort, all that pain…for him?  [Why did you try so hard?]

[Because you were my friend,] they signed, like it was the easiest thing in the world.  [You told me your dream, to break down the borders between people and nations and drive out prejudice by bringing them together.  Your last words were to thank me for helping you chase that dream.  I still wanted to help you reach it, even after I wound time back too far.  I still want to now.  So let me come with you to deal with Sreng.]

He could hear movement in the rooms around them, when he bothered to pay attention.  Dimitri must have gotten word out to Jeralt’s men.  [What about your father?]

[He should have no trouble handling things on his own.]

[No, I mean, what if something happens to him because you’re not there?]

Byleth went still, their hands curling into fists for a moment.  [It’s happened before, hasn’t it,] he signed.  [Someone in the imposter’s camp killed him.]

They didn’t deny it, which seemed about as close to agreement as he was likely to get.  [If I go and something happens to you--]

[I’m not the one going up against that imposter and his army,] he pointed out.  [Your father is.  I’m pretty sure I can handle things with Sreng: they do a good bit of trade with Almyra, I know enough of the language to get by, and if worse comes to worst I won’t be alone in it since the king’s sending along some more soldiers to cover me.  Odds are good that I’ll get out of there in one piece.]  Hesitantly, he reached out to touch Byleth’s shoulder -- and felt them lean into it, like a wyvern shoving its head into their rider’s hand after a long time apart.  “Go with your dad,” he said quietly.  “If something happens to him, you’ll be there to change things and make sure he gets out okay; if something happens to me, you can come back here and we’ll try it again.”

The sudden knock at the door made them both jump.  “Who is it?” Khalid asked. 

“It’s me,” Jeralt’s voice called back.  “Is Byleth in there?”

They looked at him again, and he could swear he saw the unspoken question in their eyes.  He nodded, giving their shoulder a final pat before sitting back to let them up.  “They’re on their way.”

After a final moment’s hesitation, Byleth rose from the end of the bed and moved to open the door.  Khalid didn’t bother to watch their conversation: their expressions told him everything he needed to know. 

That little pang of homesickness struck again.  How was his own father holding up?  Especially since news of Shahid’s death at Khalid’s hands must have reached him by now.  Would he realize that something was wrong?  Or like everyone else, would he take the word as truth, and assume his son wasn’t the man he thought after all?

…well.  Only time would tell.  And first he would have to do something about the imposter that stole his name and dragged it through the swamp.  

And if everything worked out, this would be the first step on that path.

#answered #cheeseandcake #golden attempt #fanfiction #snippets #fire emblem warriors: three hopes #fewth spoilers #kinda sorta #i'm losing it okay you asked about exactly what i wanted to write #this behemoth is ten pages long #it's 4.5k words #i have been thinking about this for /a solid week/ #this is such a turning point here #this is where he finally accepts that someone is in his corner #that he has someone he can trust and rely on #and no those don't come easy still but #he can start working on it because he has the proof now #that byleth is in fact a friend and an ally #it's the crack in the door that makes all future progress possible #i love them your honor #byleth and claude platonic partners go

[take-ya-to-the-ghey-bar]

No thoughts, head empty--

#{|Eh? No... I haven't touched that drink yet. I swear: Crack posts|} #{|ooc notes transition--|} #okay so this is mainly a crack post lol-- but-- also sorta a mutual mood atm #granted-- there *are* some thoughts... but-- if i could manage to write them is another-- #considering while more awake now-- earlier i almost dozed off on the keyboard lol #and that's also considering the fact that most of said thoughts were... jumping straight to the middle of some spicy things if ya get me-- #which i won't lie-- did half tempt me to just hoe mah boi out earlier to indulge in them LOL #but then i got busy and the mood waned a bit-- plus it got late af-- so-- *shrug* #might still be heathen and post a call for that in a bit tho lol-- but rn idk if i will #also! if you're down here-- thanks for dealing with my wall of tag ramble X'D

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doing a writing sprint rn and realising i might actually be able to finish this one shot that’s been languishing in the drafts for a while. is this, perhaps, gonna end up being a doable sirius & harry saturday? 🤭🤭

#haven’t written anything in days #hence the anarchy on here imo #but this is!! a fun oneshot!! i’ve been adding to for weeks #it’s like outsider pov and mob boss sirius and kinda sorta crack-y #but less commentary in the tags and more writing lol #i really do wanna get this done #pen’s writing

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     “Alright, I’m just gonna lie down for a hot thirty minutes and then I’m poppin’ right back up. Just need a quick thirty minutes to freshen myself before I get back to work. Yup. Just a sweet, smooth, and rejuvenating thirty minutes.”

Five hours later.

     “So that was a fucking lie.”

#(CRACK.) ''Incomprehensible technobabble.'' #((i got home from work and it was on sight yall DSVFHTGRFD)) #((i'm still sorta tired so im not sure when writing will occur. but writing Will occur))