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victoria-daydreams · 2 years

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Till Kingdom Come

Chapter Sixteen: Interlude to a Cunning Cottage

AN: Long time no see! Writer’s block is a bitch, and honestly I still have it but somehow I was able to churn out this chapter. So, hopefully you enjoy.

Word Count: 2.6k

Trigger Warnings: none

Taglist: @leahnicole1219, @nerds4life246

Chapter Seventeen: A New Era Emerges

Third POV

Booker hadn't always been a drinking man, of course, he did appreciate the occasional glass of brandy or bottle of beer back in his day. However, after his first death in Russia and the subsequent discovery of the curse he called immortality, Booker soon found himself heavily drinking away his grief. Nursing a tumbler of whiskey, Booker furrowed his brows and stared at the half empty glass which he had been doing for the last hour or so.

"You trying to drown a broken heart?" the bartender asked, cleaning a shot glass while staring at Booker. "I can always tell when someone's trying to drink away a broken heart. Seen them one too many times," she commented, chuckling a little.

"Do not take this the wrong way, as I understand if you would," Booker responded quietly, never looking up. "But I'd prefer not to speak with anyone at this moment," he said, his finger lightly tapping the side of the cup.

"Hmm, suit yourself,” she answered, shrugging her shoulders. “All I know is, you're not going to find whatever answers you’re looking for at the bottom of that glass," the bartender pointed, turning away to continue her cleaning of the bar.

Just as Booker brought the glass of whiskey to his lips, a raven-haired woman wearing a bright, red coat gracefully slid onto the stool next to him. It was silent as he swirled dark colored liquid around before slowly sipping his drink. He closed eyes briefly, savoring the burn of the drink.

"She left me," Booker stated gruffly, reopening his eyes.

"Of course she did," Quynh said, causing him to look at her. "You didn't actually think she would join you, did you?" she asked, signaling for the bartender.

"The slightest bit of hope," he answered, swirling his whiskey again. "But hope nonetheless," he murmured, as Quynh told the bartender her order.

"Well, in the end, both of you got what you wanted," she said, returning her gaze to the Frenchman.

Booker placed his tumbler down on the bar countertop, the glass lightly clinking against the wood.

"Meaning?"

Quynh quickly flashed the bartender a smile as they came with her order, a glass of red wine.

"You got to see Sabine after all this time, presumably sleep with her as well," she remarked, with a knowing expression. "And she got information she needed," she deduced.

He chuckled, "She pulled the information right out of me like I was one of her marks, and I never caught on," Booker remarked, shaking his head and picking up his drink again. "Clever woman," he commented, smiling into his cup.

“She’s probably landing in London right as we speak,” Quynh reasoned, raising her own glass.

“Most likely,” Booker agreed, his eyes meeting hers again. “But I know Sabine, she’s going to visit her old haunts in England before rejoining the team. She’s...sentimental like that,” he explained.

"Sabine’s very fond of England then?”

He slightly chuckled, “It wasn’t always like that,” Booker answered. “England had to grow on her due to some unsavory experiences during the Victorian era,”

“Hmm,” Quynh hummed, dabbing the corners of her mouth with a napkin. “Tell me more, I want to know all about Sabine Lavelle,”

~~~x~~~

Third POV

Nile softly let her finger run along Copley’s board that displayed timeline of events that the team was apart of, paying specific attention to anything that Sabine was involved. Some she had read about from Sabine’s journals or heard from Joe, Nicky, or Andy; but some events were still a mystery to Nile. Not all of Sabine’s journals were all in one place unfortunately. Nile began to walk along the board, still amazed by Sabine and everything she had endured and subsequently accomplished. The old photographs and paintings that Copley managed to find captured many moments now frozen time, waiting to be told.

"Nile!"

The arrival of the Italian caught her off guard, as she was still deep in thought.

“Josef said that Sabine is most likely in France right now,” Nile began, turning around to face him. “But what if she’s not? What if she went home, to America?” she asked.

Nicky laughed incredulously, “Oh no, I very much doubt that,” he answered, shaking his head.

“Why?”

“Because Sabine hates it there, quite frankly,” Nicky answered. “She rather live in Europe or Canada than step foot back in the States,” he explained. “That’s not to say, that either of those places don’t have their own terrible histories that they’re guilty of,” he said, walking closer to the board.

“So, she never visits America? At all?” Nile asked, slightly shocked. “I mean, I get why she wouldn’t, but she’s never curious to see if the country has changed?”

“Sabine visits occasionally, but she only goes to places that have meaning to her. Those are mainly her family’s graves and The Martin Plantation,” Nicky replied, briefly glancing at Nile before staring at the board himself.

Nile focused her attention on finding any photos from the turn of the century, Sabine’s last journal she could find was the 1889 journal she had just finished. Hopefully, she could find more journals from the twentieth century stashed away in their current safe house. That’s when her eyes landed on a vibrant painting filled with figures in a park.

In the most basic of descriptions it was a depiction of an Edwardian era park, the grass was manicured and a flower-strewn meadow on the edge of a dark forest in autumn. Women were dressed in lovely, in long-sleeves blouses and tulip skirts, while men wore bowler hats and waist coats. Her eyes were drawn to five particular figures that were either sitting or standing along the grass. Two women, one Black and one white, both sat on a picnic blanket and held umbrellas. While three familiar men stared down at them, each of them smiling at the seated women.

“Nicky, it seems someone found you all interesting subjects for their painting,” Nile commented, with a smile.

“Huh,” he chuckled. “So it seems,” he agreed.

“When was this?”

“Hmm,” Nicky hummed. “Maybe early 1900s based on the clothes, I think we’re in England,” he continued.

Nile folded her arms against her chest, moving further down Copley’s timeline. With each photo she passed, she began to notice a pattern. The team wasn’t pictured together as frequently as before.

“Did something happened between you all?” Nile asked, glancing at him. “I’m noticing that there’s less and less photos of you all together in the early years of the twentieth century,” she remarked, pointing towards a random picture on the board.

“No, nothing happened,” Nicky answered. “Sabine was gaining her independence from us. She felt that she was ready to venture out on her own and we felt that too,” he explained.

“Would Booker travel with her?”

“Often, they were inseparable,” he said fondly.

The sound of shuffling behind them caused Nile to look over shoulder. It was just Copley, carrying a small cardboard box, he sent them a small smile.

“Still trying to piece together Sabine’s life?” he asked knowingly, and she nodded.

“Hard not to,” Nile responded. “She’s quite the interesting character,” she continued, laughing a little.

“Well, allow me to intrigue you further,” he said, his lips curving.

Copley placed the box down onto a table and carefully shifted through its contents. One by one, Nile watched as different items emerged from the box. Old newspaper articles that were laminated, books, folded maps, and finally a small picture frame.

“Ah, here it is,” Copley said, flipping the frame face up. “Look like someone?” he asked, handing the picture to her.

Nile’s brow raised as she took the picture from him and glanced down at the old frame. Immediately, she was transfixed by the old, sepia-toned photograph in front of her. It depicted a beautiful, Black couple picnicking on the grass in front of the Eiffel Tower. Unmistakably, it was Sabine, but who the man was remained a mystery.

“It’s like I said, Paris is her favorite place to visit,” Nicky commented, looking over her shoulder.

Nile glanced at Copley, “I found it at a flea market of all places,” he said, answering her silent question.

“Were they lovers?” she asked, looking at Nicky.

“I don’t know,” he answered, with a small shrug. “If he was, she certainly kept quiet about it,” he added, as Nile handed Copley the picture back.

She plopped down on a nearby couch, “So...Booker didn’t mind her seeing other men while they were together?” Nile questioned, a frown forming on her face.

“Well,” Nicky began, scratching at his chin. “That’s why Joe said, ‘they were in a relationship of sorts’,” he reminded, sitting down next to her. “It was clear they had deep love for each other, but they did see other people when they weren’t traveling together,” Nicky explained.

“It was an open relationship, essentially,” Copley chimed in.

“One could say that,” Nicky responded, nodding in agreement. “They never put a label on their relationship,” he went on.

“Do you know why?” Copley asked, now curious himself.

Nicky shook his head, “Your guess is as good as mine,” he said, throwing his hands up slightly. “Although, I do have a theory. Of course, it can’t be proven but it’s the only one that makes sense to me,” he finished.

“What’s your theory?” Nile questioned, leaning forward.

“You must remember, Booker and Sabine both lost their spouses in traumatic ways,” he reminded, glancing between the two of them. “For Book, he outlived his wife and she resented him for it. Sabine, watched her husband be taken away to be auctioned off to a different plantation,” he continued. “I think they’re scared to commit to each other. Both of them are afraid of getting hurt again,”

“Huh,” Copley hummed, processing the information. “That does make sense,” he agreed, nodding. “But now I’m curious, so they never discussed their lovers to each other while they were together?”

“They made it a point to try and not to, however there past lovers did come up at times,” Nicky answered. “Usually it wasn’t all that bad....until the incident in the 1950s,” he informed. “That was an ugly fight to witness,” he muttered, shaking his head.

“Sabine—,” Nile began, stopping herself to breathe before she got too excited. “She wouldn’t happened to have any more journals lying about, would she?” she asked.

“How would you feel about an impromptu road trip?” Nicky asked back.

“I feel I would like that very much,”

~~~x~~~

Sabine’s POV

Although Renford Manor had been carefully preserved and restored to its original glory, Sabine could still see the tiny cracks that ran up the old, plaster walls near the ceiling of the countryside English manor in which she stood. The mint julep green painted walls were splitting like hairline cracks of a broken mirror. To the untrained eye these defects were unnoticeable, their attention would be drawn to the beautiful Florentine mirror on the far wall, a gold leaf baroque frame. Not to mention, the romantic and impressionist paintings that hung all along the walls.

"We are now about to enter the ballroom," the tour guide announced cheerfully, before pushing the large, richly carved double doors open with a grand flourish.

And for a moment, Sabine could feel herself being transported back into the past. The faint clicking of her heels as she walked across the white Italian marble floors into ballroom’s wooden surface. The thick fabric of the dress she wore, cut to the style of the early twentieth century, in the shape of a bell.

“Was my dress blue or purple that night?” she thought.

Sabine could envision it now, the orchestra playing on one side of the room as men and women waltz underneath the huge and truly magnificent crystal chandelier lights that hung high above. Among one of the dancers was a young, light skinned woman with curly black hair styled in an updo and dressed in a green gown with flowers embroidered on it. The man she was dancing was young, with brown hair and was wearing a standard evening tuxedo for a man of his class. The two of them were very much deeply in love in with each other.

The creaking of floorboards snapped Sabine from her reverie, the foundation needed to settle from the weight of the sixty odd tourist group. Soft thumping of people’s shoes on the floor echoed in the room. Everyone filed in behind the woman, who moved to stand in the middle of the spacious room.

"This," she began, her tone bordering theatrical. "Is the pride and glory of Renford Manor," she said, spreading her arms out like a game show assistant.

As the tour guide spoke, Sabine took in her surroundings of the room, the walls were covered in maroon paint with artwork and family portraits decorating the space. Her eyes lifted to the ceiling and was greeted with the sight of the magnificent mural of angels depicting a variety of stories. It’s just as Sabine remembered, a surge of memories washed over her of that night. The party, the food, the dancing.

“We’re going to have so much fun tonight, Clara!”

Sabine lowered her eyes back to the woman, still droning on about the history of the room. She turned her gaze to a painting in the corner of room with mild curiosity, giving the figures a cursory glance. Quietly, she backed away from the group and moved over to the painting to get a closer look. The same two figures who she had envisioned gracefully waltzing earlier, now stared back down at her, captured forever in oil paint.

Lord Arthur Anderson & Lady Josephine Anderson, 1906.

Josephine was so terribly nervous that night, Arthur had proposed to her, but she wasn’t sure if she should accept, they had came from two very different worlds.

"Man, to live a hundred years ago," a girl said, standing next to Sabine. “Those dresses they wore were simply stunning,” she remarked wistfully.

Sabine turned to the voice, her eyes meeting a teen girl in a school uniform, holding a tour provided phone for self guided tours.

“I suppose so, if you ignore the racism,”

The girl removed half of her headphones from ear, “Josephine, she was an illegitimate child from her father’s mistress and biracial,” she said, looking at the down the phone screen. “I couldn’t imagine living a tougher life than that back in those days,” she continued, briefly glancing up from the phone to look at the painting. “She got her father’s fortune in the end, so I guess that makes up for something,” she finished, shrugging her shoulders.

“Money doesn’t solve everything unfortunately, not when you’re half black during that era,“

The girl nodded in agreement as she stared at the two figures.

“Still, she got to meet a lot of interesting people because of her money. I read that Josephine met an African American woman, a small heiress, at the train station once and they became fast friends. They were described as being thick as thieves,” she informed.

A small wistful grin appeared on her lips, “Oh? What was the woman’s name?” Sabine asked curio sly, raising a brow.

“Clara Matthews,” the girl answered. “Apparently, she stayed here until the wedding before being forced to leave due to a family emergency. It’s quite sad, her and Josephine were never able to establish contact with each other again,” she sighed.

“I wonder what she like, this Clara,” Sabine mused.

“According staff and friends of the Lord and Lady, they described her as eccentric which I think is bullshit,” she stated, causing Sabine to snort. “Her eccentricities was believing in a woman’s right to vote, equal pay, civil rights, etc.” she listed. “They say Clara’s ‘eccentricities’ had rubbed off onto the lady of the house, she began to do charity work for those causes,” she informed.

“Sounds like my kinda gal, a progressive thinker ahead of her time,” Sabine stated, staring warmly at her old friend.

“Exactly!” the girl exclaimed quietly. “It’s sad that we’re not taught about people like Lady Josephine or even Clara who will be forgotten to the sands of time,” she complained. “It’s not fair,” she added, shaking her head.

Sabine turned to the young girl, “Sometimes, history has a funny way of staring at you right in the face, and you are none the wiser,”

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captainpikeachu · 4 years

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I kept wondering why Booker and Copley’s “plan” seem like such a mess that don’t really make much coherent thought-out sense, and I think I figured out why. Because they had no thought out plan at all and just made shit up as it went along.

Now obviously before the film even started, Copley clearly reached out to Booker and they were in on it together to get the team to Sudan for the mission that ended in the killbox.

That original plan was likely get video of the team’s abilities as “proof” and then get samples from the killbox site. It was a naive idealistic plan.

The rest of the team wasn’t suppose to get involved really. Because right after they survive the killbox, when Andy is saying they have to go find Copley, this is Booker’s response.

He is trying to subtly dissuade Andy from going down the path of looking for Copley, probably because the idea is they all go back, maybe go separate ways and hide until this all blows over. This way it’s simple, and no one else needs to be involved anymore than necessary.

But as I said, it was a naive plan, because of course Andy doesn’t let it go.

And then they get dreams about Nile and Andy plans to go find her, Booker is the first to speak against it, he’d rather they go after the Copley angle than drag Nile into it because again, the plan wasn’t to put everyone at risk. And his agitation in all of this scene shows a bit of his fear that the plan is unraveling because nothing is going according to his “plan”.

Now, you might ask, couldn’t Copley and Booker have anticipated that Merrick was an evil no good bastard? Well, no, not really. Because at this point, Merrick is still just another pharma CEO whose products are actually helping people. There’s nothing for Copley to assume he’s some sadistic evil jailer type of a person. His work, and Doctor Kozak’s work are actually helping people. We see Merrick talking about this at the presentation, we see Copley react to it. Someone could be a businessman and not be an evil sadistic cruel monster.

And there is really nothing illogical to what Merrick is asking either.

Of course if they want to do research, they are going to need those things. It would not raise any alarm bells for Copley. And as Merrick even stated, the video evidence is not hard proof, and it doesn’t tell Doctor Kozak the “how” all of this works and what is causing it.

And if anything, it seems that the plan wasn’t even necessarily to bring anyone in, but rather get samples from the killbox site. Obviously they did not anticipate the amount of unexpected carnage. They weren’t ready for how fast the team healed and how fast they took out everyone. The reality is that there was no thought-out mastermind plan, it was just really adapting and changing the plan to suit the moment. Make it up as you go along.

I mean, Copley literally scoffs when Merrick says he needs all of the team. And even then he’s like, maybe just one.

Copley isn’t even sure at this point that he can be guaranteed to get Booker. He THINKS he could but even he’s not sure. So clearly the plan was never for Booker to end up in a lab either. The plan wasn’t for any of them to end up in any labs. Copley’s even like, “they are extremely resistant to capture”, he’s not even got any heart in that plan working out after the killbox, but Merrick is insistent, and again, if the team is immortal, then they can’t die so I’m sure Copley’s reasoning is that nobody is dying from this, nobody is really getting hurt if they capture the team.

Now when Andy calls Booker after picking up Nile, Booker says he’s got no leads on Copley. I’m not sure when between this scene and the attack on the safehouse that Booker and Copley may have spoken, and I’m also honestly not sure what the whole plan was for that attack. Because it seems like the soldiers sent in didn’t know about Booker to also take him, yet the dialogue also doesn’t make it seem like Copley had meant for Booker to be left behind either.

Copley doesn’t chide the soldiers or tell them to go pick up Booker too. I don’t know if Copley thought just get the other three and wait for Booker to piece himself back together before calling Booker to join the rest? Really, this whole attack is honestly not that well planned out. Because why didn’t Copley attack when everyone was inside the room? Why did they go in when Andy and Nile were outside and likely to escape? And why didn’t Booker have a signal for Copley if he was in on all this?

Wouldn’t a guarantee plan be attack while everyone is inside or everyone is asleep? I mean, was that the original plan, to attack when they were all asleep and Nile kinda ruined that by waking everyone up? But even if so, if they didn’t know everyone was going to be awake, shouldn’t Booker and Copley have some communication device where Booker can signal Copley and tell him when to attack so that Andy isn’t outside when it happens and thus giving her the chance to escape in the first place if they wanted her? This all seems to attest that none of this plan was really thought out. And the moment Andy got loose and they saw the carnage she was leaving behind, Copley just NOPES THE FUCK OUT.

So when Booker is telling Andy how he doesn’t know how many soldiers and what happened, honestly I don’t think he was even lying because this whole “plan” seems to lack any kind of decent communication between Booker and Copley at all????

It’s not until Merrick meets Nicky and Joe and he stabs Joe that Copley starts to have some alarm bells, and he says to Merrick that this is about science, not profits or sadism. But at this point, the plan is already in motion, and Copley probably could justify his actions that they’ll take a few samples, the immortals will heal and go free, and everyone benefits. It’s not entirely unreasonable when they’ve already spent so much effort getting them there. He could still make excuses.

EDIT: had to fix the sequence of events that I got incorrect in the original post

Now Copley’s next time talking to Merrick is either hours or days later, I’m not sure because Copley has a new coat but Merrick is still wearing the same one from the previous scene. This is where they have the conversation about proprietary data and we learn that Merrick plans to keep the team basically forever.

Copley even questions that idea but Merrick is like, okay if this takes decades, what does it matter to immortals who’ve been alive for thousands of years. It’s the blink of an eye. Again, Copley here likely justifies this by the benefit of the greater good. Nobody is permanently dying, a few decades locked up but it could still save a lot of lives. He’s busy digging into that “greater good and saving lives” idea.

Now I wasn’t sure when Copley had time to reach out to Booker to form the plan to lure Andy and Nile to Copley’s place. Everyone was together for most of that so it’s not like Booker could slip away to make a phone call, unless their discussions were through messages on the computer? But then we know that Nile and Andy were outside discussing things in the morning, so Booker could have waited until Nile left and he was alone and then contacted Copley about what’s going on and Copley could have given him the location at that time.

I’m not sure what Copley said to Booker, or how much time they even had to be able to talk about what’s going on, but we know that Copley now knows that Merrick wants to keep the team at least for a good chunk of time. However, I’m not sure what he actually told Booker. Maybe he didn’t say anything about being locked up forever because he didn’t want to risk Booker calling off the plan due to that change. I mean, Booker at this point also hasn’t told Copley about Nile at all so it’s entirely possible that both Copley and Booker held back things they didn’t tell the other. So Booker likely still thinks that this is gonna be okay, it’s just get some samples, it’s not a permanent thing.

When Booker finally admits what’s going on to Andy, he simply thinks Merrick could find a way to end their immortality. There is nothing here to indicate that he somehow planned for them to be locked up forever like lab rats. Even the way Booker talks, he just thinks when Merrick finds out a way, then he and Andy could just choose to take the drug and end it. He still thinks ending the immortality is a choice, not trying to force it on anyone to permanently end it.

This is shown through his panic when he realizes that Andy is not immortal anymore and that she could die, not by her choice but by him shooting her. It makes it rather clear that he didn’t intend for anyone to die, he just wanted to give them all a choice of death if they wanted it.

The moment it became a possibility that death not by choice could happen, Booker was ready to take Andy and run. Fuck the plans.

And if Merrick’s people didn’t come in at that moment, they’d have gone. Hell, even Copley was gonna help Booker to get Andy out. He also, like Booker, is not planning for anyone to die. The whole point was that these are immortal people who can’t die, so they could take the risk of this procedure. But not to torment on people who can now actually die.

Booker truly realizes the mess he’s gotten them all involved in when Merrick clearly doesn’t care that Andy is injured and still plans to take her. He realizes then that all this time he thought they had somewhat of a choice, but they really didn’t, Merrick couldn’t care less about what they think. And I think he’s fighting so hard to get to Andy because he doesn’t want any of them to be stuck in a cage. This is not what he wanted. And Andy’s possible murder is not what Copley wanted either. Unfortunately Copley only realizes that before it is way too late and he gets knocked out because Merrick doesn’t really need him anymore.

So at the end of the day, Booker and Copley’s plans were a confusing mess because they never really masterminded some really thought-out manipulating plan. They were really just adapting and changing and making shit up as they went along. Booker was caught up with finding a way to die, and Copley was so caught up in finding a way to help everyone live, that neither of them even realize that they were the lambs being led to the slaughter. They both were way too naive and way too idealistic about the outcome.

Seriously, they made the Ned-Stark-mistake, they thought everyone else was playing by the same honorable ethical rules that they themselves followed. And in the end, they both got stabbed in the back by Merrick and played for fools. The road to hell is paved with good intentions indeed.

#the old guard #sebastien le livre #james copley #the more times i watch this the more im just like you two naive doofuses #you are such ned stark types #i love yall but yall should have known better

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wickedpact · 3 years

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re luca singing on 2o2g i love to think about the team going undercover for a mission and having to get on stage and sing karaoke like the rest of the crowd to avoid suspicions. this would be a very high end party. maybe a super tacky wedding or dinner party full of rich people and some criminals? so ofc we have joe, nicky and andy in suits (colored, navy blue, black), nile in a yellow long dress and quyhn in a burgundy jumpsuit. booker is busy bartending in order to fish for some info so he lost his tie 20 minutes in. idk what is andy quyhn and nile's role in the mission but they look badass doing it (nile gets a guy unconscious with her high heels. quyhn is really proud). joe's role was supposed to be charming the pants off the guests but it turns out the white old ladies wearing obnoxious perfume are all over in nicky instead (its the accent. and the nose. and the eyes) so joe eventually pulls him to the stage to escape from them. and then for some reason or other the whole team has to do karaoke. booker is exasperate with the song list but ends up singing nicki minaj - starships with nile. joe and nicky keep making eyes in the middle of dolly parton's jolene and dont even finish the song. q and andy are still a bit skittery around each other so nicky chooses elton john ft kiki dee's dont go breaking my heart for them to sing. after they leave the stage andy means to throw a punch at nicky but is stopped by quyhn who pulls her for a bruising kiss. gpb i trust you cmon

'its the accent. and the nose. and the eyes' asdfghjk and JOE AND NICKY SINGING JOLENE SDFGDJJDF

#incredible showstopping spectacular #anonymous

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with-my-murder-flute · 4 years

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by the sword (Nile genfic, 2.6k)

Fic summary: Nile learned fencing and longsword and hand-to-hand fighting long before she ever met Andy's small army. But learning with them is a new form of difficult. Not because they've got thousands of years more experience (though they do), but because this time the practice doesn't stop when somebody gets hurt.

So she has to learn about war and how you balance it out with peace. Figure out how they do it and who she wants to be. And decide which weapons suit her best.

Content notes: Explicit depiction of the injuries Nile gets when training in knife fighting and quarterstaff combat with Nicky and Joe. There are also discussions of the physical damage done by different kinds of weapons, the butchering of animals, and people cutting off their own body parts in industrial accidents. (Oh, and a positive/sympathetic portrayal of Nile as a Christian)

They promised that in March they'd start teaching Nile how to fight with a sword, but when March came, Nicky gave her a knife.

A hauntingly familiar one, even though she'd never touched it before. For a second she thought it was her own, the Ka-Bar she planted in Andy's shoulder the day they met. Instead, as she turned it over, finding it familiar in every groove and contour, she found it an anonymous and identical match to her dad's instead. Not new, with the black paint worn down around the edges of the handle, but not a knife she knew. It could have been used by any Marine in the world except her. Except her father.

"You know too much," Joe explained from the side of the hangar, where he'd tumbled an umbrella stand of swords out onto a tarp and started removing their rust with fine-grit sandpaper. "We're not knights or cavaliers. For them, swordfighting was about honour. There were rules. We don't have any of that."

Nile knew going into this that nothing she knew so far was real swordsmanship. Like yes, she could fence; she'd competed in foil and saber for two years as a teenager. But that was closer to stagefighting than actual combat. It was all so staged and carefully managed. Even in her longsword league they said over and over again, it was a martial sport, not actual combat. They could imagine what it might have been like—could land heavy blows on armour, could mime falling down dead—but that wasn't the reality of it.

It seemed to her that the purpose of beginning with knife-fighting lessons was to go over territory she already knew, and do it for real this time. Nicky said he had something else in mind, some principle of combat he meant to teach. But that wasn't what Nile noticed.

What Nile noticed was that this time, she really died.

The old people argued it over, about how to teach Nile. Andy's example made them newly-cautious, but this was the way they'd always trained: You had to do it through blood and pain, you had to fight when you were still resurrecting. It was the way Andy and Quynh had trained Nicky and Joe.

Nile wondered, in the back of her mind, if being trained like that had something to do with the way Booker... well, Booker. After he'd already had such terrible experience of war that he'd wanted to desert. But that was the kind of thing she didn't air out loud, because they'd only just stopped having that kind of useless, circular, self-flagellating argument. She figured she'd keep her own peace on Booker.

She also opined, after hearing them wrangle over it for a day or two, that she'd rather practice with live weapons and get injured among friends than play it safe and incur a dangerous injury among enemies.

And when the knife fighting started, she was grateful they hadn't moved directly to longswords.

They taught knights how to do this, Nicky said, by having them slaughter and butcher animals. It taught you your way around muscles and tendons and joints. He offered to take her to a bullfight sometime, which she didn't say sounded so barbaric she had to wonder why PETA bothered with picketing rodeos.

He said that after her trachea healed over. She hadn't actually died that time; you had to aim further up or to the side to get the carotid artery. But the horror—not actually the pain, but the horror of feeling the air wheeze through the gash in her throat—had been so overwhelming that she'd barely resisted the pin he got her in. She'd just shuddered with her arms behind her back and his weight pressing her down until it healed, and tapped out of the rest of the afternoon. He'd been understanding when she didn't want to be around him for a bit, and let Joe gather her into a hug and let her cry.

That was when he told her about the bulls. She told him about Chicago's meatpacking district, about the old men she knew who'd butchered hogs every day of their lives for decades. About how they said they got numb to it, until one day one of them cut off his thumb with a machine and didn't feel it, until the guy next to him looked over and noticed all the new blood. About how after you see too much violence, your brain just stops processing it. About how a study on kids in the next neighbourhood over from hers had shown they had permanently elevated levels of cortisol, a sign that their bodies were under stress all the time and didn't know how to calm down.

Those were the kind of conversations Andy couldn't stay in the room for. She slunk off somewhere and got drunk, and you saw her the next morning, maybe. Nile used to judge her a lot more for it, but the day her throat got cut she let Joe and Nicky feed her a red wine as soft as velvet and fell asleep pressed against Joe on the sofa and understood, deeper than words, just how much keeping sane meant feeling anything other than your body shattering into pain.

Nicky braided her hair, the next day. Slow and careful, a little unpracticed, singing ballads in a language that wasn't exactly dead, but only had a few thousand speakers left in northern Italy. Their composer hadn't been good, exactly, but they'd been snowed into a castle with him one winter in the 1680s, so Nicky remembered his entire repertoire. Nile listened to the music and knew he'd refuse if she offered to record it, or write it down. One of the songs felt like the length of a novel (but was, when she checked her phone, more like one hour twenty) and by the end of it she was singing the chorus along with him, and it occurred to her that she could simply ask him to teach her.

"You can't rescue every one you see," she remembered her mom saying, when she found a half-stunned bird on the sidewalk. That was what it felt like with languages.

That afternoon Andy took her to the market. Ostensibly it was for groceries, but Andy didn't do simple errands, especially not when it involved food. She stopped to smell fruit Nile had never heard of; Google told Nile that medlar and quince were related to apples and also, apparently, roses. Nile had to try pine nuts, wild mustard, and three different kinds of yogurt drinks, one of which tasted of roses. Andy protested when she added a bag of potatoes to the load, saying they were bland, but Nile, who'd had enough of turnips, sweetly told her to pay the fuck up.

If you were lonely, and hurting, and didn't have someone to hold you, you could comfort yourself like this. Sunshine and sweetmeats and the steady hands of friends. Something, but probably still not enough. Nile understood it but it made her chest ache. She felt, sometimes, a little glad that Andy would die someday, the way families felt helping someone keep alive from cancer. Of course you wanted them to be alive, but you didn't want them to suffer.

Joe moved her on to staff fighting the next day. It was, he said, not the most useful of weapons in the current day and age, since it was most useful against long bladed weapons, "And who else but us uses those?" But there was some kind of theoretical basis behind the progression of her teaching, from weapon to weapon, and after knife came staff.

To tell the truth, Nile liked it. She'd learned about quarterstaff in her longsword weapons, as something that could defeat a swordsman, but nobody anybody she knew actually practiced it, because while you could wear percussion-resistant cloth and keep safe with blunted swords, there was simply no defending your bones against the percussive strike of a giant whirling stick.

There was something less offensive about getting your skull split or your collarbone broken, compared to getting stabbed. Partly it was because Joe was just a much nicer teacher, slower and more patient, while Nicky would keep stabbing you as you fought to reach your own knife. But also it felt more impersonal, more like an accident that had happened to you.

Okay, and it was also more fun. Knives created small imaginary hemispheres of pain, the angle of the arm as it swept out. Quarterstaves were huge, so long that if you wanted to get around them, sometimes it was literally easier to flip yourself into the air or dump your opponent to the ground instead of getting the staff to move. The first time she managed to run up a wall to get leverage on him, it felt so awesome she didn't actually mind that much that he popped her shoulder out taking her back down.

It was bloody and violent and really would have been impossible if dying had been a significant barrier for them. It made Nile laugh in a high-on-endorphins way, because it felt like she could finally push past the pain and find a place beyond her limits. It felt like being free. Like all her life she'd been wearing a heavy armor of caution, knowing she'd had to keep herself alive, and now she just felt the lightness of taking it off.

There were tears at the back of that laughter, about everything she'd lost because of it, but she pushed that away and went to shower. She and Joe spent the evening on Youtube, watching videos of capoeira and wushu, while the other two made a batch of some kind of pickled egg they thought they remembered from three hundred years ago.

Nile hugged Andy sometimes, because she looked like she needed to be hugged. Andy almost never turned her down.

A long time ago, she thought she remembered, holding a sword had seemed to transport her to some other time. Some other place. Like the sword had been a tangible connection to the past, to a time when things felt... clearer, or truer, or more real somehow. Like the feeling the word "honour" gave her, of something echoing and amplifying through a vaulted space. There was a time when people fought with swords for what they believed in. There was a time when you knew what was right and what was wrong and laid down your life accordingly.

She'd been twelve and believed in fairytales. So sue her.

The swords in their armory spelled out a long story of misery and war. When she held them now, Nile felt like she could feel the bodies that had come into contact with their blades. Curved single-bladed sabers and scimitars, ideally wielded from horseback, meant for a decisive downward chop. Nicky's giant longswords, meant to peel an armored knight like a tin can. (He'd used it, he said, to similar effect on a tank once or twice.) Andy's axes showed her age; before they had the metallurgy to make an entire blade, it was better to use a wood polearm with a blade on the end, and focus the sharp metal to a curved edge, to as small a surface area as possible.

Andy's axes showed her age, but not theirs; they were less than ten years old. Steel, especially steel that came into contact with blood, aged fast enough (and could only take so much of a beating) that the old people knew and had opinions on all the modern replica manufacturers. The oldest blades in the collection were used at Waterloo, only a little more than 200 years ago.

(Nile wondered, as she polished one and rubbed a state-of-the-art hydrophobic finish on it, if the quarterstaff lessons were actually preparing her to fight Booker, should she ever find herself opposing him. It was the kind of thing she couldn't help but think about the logistics of. Surely firearms would be more effective, she initially reasoned, except... guns jammed, guns broke, guns overheated, guns ran out of bullets. And then your gun became a very expensive bludgeon. And you're facing a swordsman who's had 200 years to train. So... why not try a very big stick?)

She knew that even this team could betray her. Even they could fight for the wrong cause. They'd supported revolutions that turned into dictatorships and fought alongside people who turned out to be monsters. There was no promise, no moral certainty, in violence.

So she felt really stupid about it, but the truth was that holding a sword... still brought back that old emotion. That feeling of being capable of doing things. Fighting for a better world. It made her feel taller. It made her feel like her life had a purpose that she'd been heading towards since she was young.

Like God had called her for a special purpose.

Which she'd never say to any of the rest of them, since Andy had been a god and Nicky had been a holy warrior and Joe had broken down completely once, when they let him get too close to a newspaper. They'd only ever hear it with the weight of all the horror they had seen.

So instead she had to carry it as a private conviction, a calling she would have to follow by herself, her own career to make holy instead of horrific. Like when she joined the Marines. Freer, in some ways, but even more out of her depth, not sure she totally understood the situations she was injecting herself into.

The fact that she wasn't sure she ever could walk the path of righteousness and keep herself always on the side of good... was absolutely no inducement not to try. It never had been.

"Picked one yet?" Andy asked, from the door.

"What, you guys weren't gonna pick one for me?" Nile asked, craning her neck around. Andy had her hands buried in the pockets of her jacket, smiling faintly.

"Some things, nobody can pick for you," she said. She picked up one of Nile's polished sabers and admired the sheen along its blade. "Your last-ditch weapon, least of all."

Nile already had a secret favourite of all the swords, but what she found herself saying was, "I want us to do some training in de-escalation."

Andy looked aside from the blade. "Sorry?"

Nile took a deep breath, her heart suddenly pounding like crazy. "That's what I was trained in, aside from combat. De-escalating conflicts. When I was a security guard, we... I got a course on mental health crisis from a guy who does hostage negotiation. I want... we should practice it."

She was ready to be seared by Andy's instant, caustic sarcasm. By a reminder that they were a specialist unit brought in when negotiation failed. Instead Andy looked back at the sword, twisting it to catch the light. "Was it useful?"

"Yeah," Nile said, trying not to let the breath shudder out of her in one long exhale. She didn't want Andy to know how nervous she'd been. "There's a... a lotta conflicts that don't have to turn violent, if you just approach it in..." She ran out of steam for an instant, and shrugged. "If you know how to respond."

"See if there's a webinar," Andy said, which flabbergasted Nile so much—coming from Andy!—that she didn't have anything to say while Andy set the saber down and sauntered back out of the building.

Nile sat for a good long while after that, surrounded by swords on a floor stained with her own blood, and got her breathing under control. Eventually she took her knife out of its sheath and looked it over.

It felt silly, to take a sacred oath on a Ka-Bar knife.

"I swear to almighty God," she said to it, anyway, "that I will use you as my last resort. Not my first."

#nileweek2020 #nile freeman #the old guard #my stuff

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ladyjanstories · 3 years

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In my mind, Nicky throws the first punch in the van. He sighed when he heard the homophobic jab. Then Joe told them about a beautiful love. He kisses Joe in return and they’re pulled apart. And somehow from that, all I can think is Nick having a “screw this. He tried” attitude and just attacking. They’ve had a rough couple of days. Woke up in the middle of the night with Nile learning about Q, then they were attacked while they relaxed with sports and a book. Shot at and gassed. Woke up in the van. And the guards are ignorant and rude. Like, “you should have listened to my love” and he doesn’t have time for this, and Joe joins in because “you should have let us kiss.”

(And, after realizing no guard had keys to their locks, then they spent the rest of the ride discussing how they think Andy, Nile and Booker escaped and what they think Copley’s boss is like— and they’re thoroughly disappointed it’s not a mastermind but some young pompous jerk who quotes Shakespeare to impress and wears a hoodie under a suit jacket to be cool. )

#headcanon #tog #the old guard #joe x nicky #just a thought

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bookersebastien · 4 years

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some spare immortal family halloween costume hcs for a poor soul? 🥺🥺🦇

HEGEL💕💕💕 asjddjfd I LOVE YOU

some inspo taken from @nilefreemans halloween party fic

First nile is the only one who has grown up with halloween, and as i’ve seen the way the united states does halloween is just so much MORE than in other countries, so the others probably haven’t celebrated it much in any kind of way

And nile LOVES halloween, grew up making costumes with her mom and brother and she loves the classic costumes, ghosts, witches, vampires, etc. and she is GOOD at making them and finding just the right things to make them

Except now nile has a resource she didn’t have previously, these ancient ass motherfuckers

She’s a HUGE fucking art/art history nerd, and now at her disposal are four immortals who have a combined over 8,000 years of life on this earth so her costume potential has just skyrocketed

Nile now has the opportunity to dress as any and all historical art figures she wants with COMPLETE accuracy (assuming at least some of the guard met that person - which they’ve definitely met lots of them)

Nicky and joe are absolute GIDDY with the idea of matching costumes, and a serious thank you to kayla for blessing us with the image of them wearing matching abba costumes

But also imagine nicky and joe doing the thing where one of them is an artist and the other goes as one of their works, like van gogh and his self portrait OR pls imagine joe going as michelangelo and nicky going as the david (because listen nicky was the inspiration behind it) or also alexandre cabanel and nicky as the painting of lucifer (it’s the EYES)

But also: decade costumes. They love to reminisce about old fashions and what the world was like and what they were doing at the time, and you know joe probably has several pieces of clothing from various eras tucked away somewhere so when they get the change they go FULL on with the costumes, down to the last detail

However i will die on the hill that nicky LOVES pun costumes, like imagine them as ‘ice ice baby’ with their cat (cattulus because i remember the cat hcs hegel lol) as the baby

Also pls imagine them or andy and quynh as gomez and morticia addams

Quynh goes dramatic as hell, full on makeup and prosthetics. Like nile, she’s a halloween QUEEN, and loves the sexy scary route, vampires, ghostly warrior, zombies, etc. whatever it is she will KILL it. Loves the scary face makeup with the scratches and blood everywhere

She also probably loves the holiday and loves to scare the rest of the guard, so far she’s scared nicky the most though they now are teaming up to get booker

Loves anything that will make andy SPEECHLESS and anything where she can wear heels

Nile and quynh are a force to be reckoned with about halloween, they prepare MONTHS in advance, buying what they need and taking the time to make their costumes perfect and they WILL show you the fuck up at any party with their skill and beauty

Andy does like the holiday but she will only wear something where she can carry a weapon, bonus if the weapon is her axe but she’ll settle for a sword

Loves to do pirates or warriors, and like nile will occasionally take the historical route and go as joan or arc or artemisia or the like and gets quynh to go as Lady Triệu (which who is to say that wasn’t her in the first place)

Gets at least a little drunk wherever they go and will sword fight someone, too bad for the other person for not realizing her sword is real though

Quynh always helps her with her costume, but andy prefers a more relaxed approach and will sometimes just choose old armor she has and go with that

Booker is the wild card of the bunch

He’ll act like this is all silly but LOVES watching everyone dress up and have fun

Some years he’ll be lazy and throw on jeans and a cowboy hat and that’ll be it, one year he went a little wild and did a brown leather jacket and was indiana jones (which i’d love to see)

He’ll try many times to see what he can do with the clothes he has, instead of going for a whole costume - even going as james bond with a suit he had

A favorite of his is going as famous athletes, soccer or american football, HOCKEY (he’s fucking BUILT for it ok)

Also i firmly believe he went as batman one year in a full batsuit and he LOVED it

Lykon’s gonna be included too, but i think he’d be relatively laid back about his costume. Not going quite as lazy as booker, but he choose simple over the all the makeup and stuff. I think he’d love to do SUPER cheesy classic costumes, a sheet for a ghost, big fangs and a cloak for a vampire, etc. or sometimes as a surfer or something where he can wear hawaiian shirts because i think he would’ve loved them. He mostly just wants to have a good time with his family and focus more on that

now we can also talk group costumes in which i am extremely partial to them going as the scooby doo gang, because this is one of my fav fanarts and nicky going as scooby is the funniest shit ever

Also you just KNOW they went as the avengers or star wars characters or some shit at least at one point in their lives (idk anything about star wars so)

For your consideration: quynh as black widow, andy as hulk, nicky as the winter soldier (the HAIR and the EYES), joe as nomad steve or falcon, booker as thor (they would all make so much fun of his wig because of course they’re gonna make him do the long hair look), and nile as the scarlett witch because she's that POWERFUL

#ask #rowdilya #hegel tag #the old guard #tog hcs #usrbkr hm #lmao loved this sm #ty hegel!!

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fonulyn · 3 years

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fonulyn’s 2020 in fics

this is kind of exciting since in 2020 I did get a lot writing done, and it marks the second year in a row that I’m able to actually make one of these posts after that horrible not good at all terrible disastrous three and a half years when I wrote absolutely nothing. so it’s a triumph to get another one of these up! personal victory haha.

in total, in 2020 I wrote 148 fics, ranging from like 200 words to 34k (idk if those short things can be called fics but i just did). by pairing, there’s

13 of Joe/Nicky

58 of Piers/Leon

56 of Chris/Leon

(1 with Piers/Leon and Chris/Leon)

5 of the ot3 (Chris/Leon/Piers)

11 of Krauser/Leon

3 of Wesker/Chris (lmao still can’t believe this)

1 of Chris/Leon/Krauser

so. in retrospect, i did okay.

it’s over 300 thousand words and I am kind of. surprised. and that is not counting the approximately 50k of wips i’m ignoring :’D

I’d also like to take a second to thank everyone who has ever sent me nice messages, commented on the fics, left reblogs or kudos, and the like. you’re what kept me going, I wouldn’t have gotten even half as much done otherwise.

without further ado, links to all of the fics under the cut! they’re organized by pairing, and the links take you to tumblr posts (bc I’m lazy) and a lot of them have a link in the post that takes you to ao3. (also can you see I put ~~so much~~ effort into naming the tumblr ficlets :’D feel free to laugh at me)

Joe/Nicky

a dog by any other name | 1,5k | The one wherein they end up owning a dog.

within the heart a flame of desires | 5,0k | Nicolo watches Yusuf have sex with others, desperately wishing he was with him instead. Until things change. He much prefers having Yusuf all for himself.

the world will wait | 2,4k | The one wherein Joe takes a lot of naps and the whole team gets to relax.

catch this | 650w | Every time Joe gets distracted (by Nicky), Andy tries to take him by surprise.

nobody’s perfect | 1,9k | Even immortal warriors have their weaknesses, Nile learns. Those just aren’t what she expected.

only in these arms | 780w | Nicky has trouble sleeping alone. Andy is a decent substitute, but only when Joe returns so does Nicky’s ability to get a decent night’s rest.

(please don’t explain) that time in Malta | 580w | Nile doesn’t think at first it would even be possible for Joe to be embarrassed. By anything. Until one evening, they talk about Malta.

cool it down boys | 400w | Andy gets no sleep. She gets revenge, though.

cowboy, baby | 340w | Nicky has the fashion sense of a sack of flour, and he is fine with that.

that day is not today | 4,9k | They struggle through the whole lab-experience. It isn’t the time yet to forgive Booker.

tea, soup and tlc | 2k | The one wherein Joe is not sick. At all. Nope. He isn't.

two drinks too many | 770w | Nicky is a little drunk. Joe loves him anyway.

safe haven | 3,9k | The one wherein everyone gets quality cuddles from Joe.

Piers/Leon

it was you that I found | 23,4k | Leon doesn’t really do relationships. Not because he doesn’t want to, but because he always seems to be so bad at them. Of course entirely by accident he manages to build one without even realizing it.

unexpected visitor | 690w | Piers is forced on bed-rest. At least Leon stops by.

got me all tied up (never let me go) | 4,0k | Piers doesn’t like suits. Leon loves Piers in a suit.

not so subtle | 210w | “Soo, were you checking me out all night, or was that just my imagination?” Leon asks suddenly, Piers chokes on his drink in surprise.

nighttime fools | 4,8k | Piers and Leon get arrested for public indecency. It’s not their fault, honest.

piers isn’t sick, really, he isn’t (he is) | 670w | “Oh, hi,” Piers said immediately, a goofy smile slipping onto his face. Man, he was happy to see Leon. So happy to see him.

so you’ve met Xena | 620w | “Xena?” Leon turned to look at Piers, decidedly unimpressed. “You named your dog after the Warrior Princess?“

you’re cute, you know | 680w | Piers took the opportunity the second their gazes met. He grinned, as charmingly as he possibly managed, and said “You’re cute, you know that?“

kiss the nightmares away | 470w | Sleepily Piers blinked, trying to make his eyes work properly. He squinted at the digital clock on the bedside, and its harsh red numbers that told him it was 3:30, and confusedly he turned to frown at Leon. “Why aren’t you sleeping?“

smooth talking, Nivans, very smooth | 1,4k | Piers can not control what comes out of his mouth.

dream a little (dirty) dream of me | 1,3k | Piers wakes Leon up. That's it.

your shirt is my shirt | 950w | With a sigh Piers grabbed the only shirt available that wasn’t battery operated and obnoxious. It was Leon’s, so old that the print had faded completely, leaving only faint outlines behind. And when Piers pulled it on he grumbled again, realizing how tight it was.

here for you | 620w | Leon can’t sleep, but somehow Piers makes his anxieties bleed away.

grand plans | 260w | “Are you seriously going to wear that?”

new puppy | 430w | “Hey there little guy.” Leon bent down to pick up the little puppy, straightening again to hold it against his chest. His hands looked almost comically large as the dog was so tiny, and carefully he cradled it close.

a little bit funny | 850w | So maybe Piers hadn’t slept properly in days, and the sleep deprivation was making him a little hysterical, but he didn’t even remember when a stupid comedy would’ve made him laugh so much.

for now our time is here | 4,4k | When Chris had told them to wait up and left them alone for a while, this probably wasn’t what he’d been expecting, but the second he’d closed the door behind himself the tension that had been brewing between Leon and Piers had snapped like a cord.

wanting too much | 1,1k | “Fucking hell, never do that to me again,“ Leon huffed out, clearly relieved beyond anything.

the prettiest agent with the prettiest hair | 1,2k | Piers stress-braids. Leon doesn't mind. And besides, Piers always undoes the braids whenever he's done with them. Until one night he forgets.

you can be the air that i breathe | 1,0k | It wasn’t the first time Piers got punched in the face by a gigantic BOW so hard that the hit sent him flying. It was, however, the first time he was sent careening off a bridge and into the river below. And it was, definitely, the first time Leon saved his life.

before I found you | 890w | The second Piers realized that the spikes covering the monster actually came off, and it was able to shoot them towards its attackers, it was already too late for him to react.

you don’t need to stay | 950w | Piers did his best to take care of Leon. And as much as Leon appreciated it, he didn’t want to be a goddamn nuisance.

need me, baby, just a little stronger tonight | 2,1k | Leon really has to practice perfecting his poker face. At least he gets what he wants in the end.

be my valentine | 920w | “Are you sure?“ Piers asked for the tenth time, frowning down at the bar of Fazer blue chocolate. “I still think it’s… not a lot?”

you're the world that I wanna discover | 7,5k | The one wherein they buy a house, fall even more in love, and Leon reaches a breaking point.

call me (tell me what you feel) | 1,7k | Leon is stuck at the airport. At least he gets a nice phone call with Piers.

incentive to stay alive | 1,0k | "Hey, Nivans, wake up,” he tried, but there was no answer, and he couldn’t help but let the worry in his voice. “Piers. Don’t you dare die on me. Chris would kill me if I let anything happen to his best sniper.”

blanket hog Leon | 880w | Grumbling, Piers turned around, and as he’d expected Leon was cozily wrapped in at least four blankets, leaving nothing for Piers, who was currently freezing his ass off.

I give you all I am | 2,0k | “Leon?” Piers approached in quick steps, watching recognition flicker in Leon’s eyes as he lowered his own weapon too. Leon was slumped against the wall, hunched over and holding his side, and there was something feverish about his eyes. Yet as soon as he realized it was Piers he gave a shaky grin, even if that was all he managed.

why are the gorgeous ones always taken | 810w | Piers blinked his eyes open slowly, expression scrunched up, and it took a long moment before he managed to actually focus his gaze on Leon’s face. When he did, a smile immediately bloomed on his face, and he even tilted his head a little. “Have I died and gone to heaven?” he croaked out, his voice rough from lack of use.

still intact | 1,1k | It took a week before the level of painkillers was correct and Piers woke up with a gasp instead of a scream. And the first thing he asked was for someone to kill him.

of guns and ...guns | 270w | Leon likes the way Piers handles his rifle. There’s drool involved.

always fashionable | 540w | Apparently having a crush on the well-dressed, professional Leon translated into being absolutely fucking in love with the sleep-mussed and squinty Leon.

misplaced phones and revelations | 660w | Chris finds Piers’ phone. Which turns out to be Leon’s phone. The two turn out to be dating. Chris feels kind of blind.

yee-haw! | 1,0k | Leon rides Piers. Wearing a cowboy hat.

you’re cute when you’re angry | 620w | When he’s stressed, Piers washes the dishes. Angrily.

want to drink (with) you | 1,1k | Piers is an embarrassing drunk. Leon loves him anyway.

and each one of us is a path somewhere | 22,2k | Piers gets thrown twenty years back in time. Into Raccoon City, 1998. He’d heard about what Leon went through that night, but he never thought he’d have to actually experience it himself. Together with bright eyed rookie Leon.

hold me close | 560w | Leon falls asleep against Piers’ shoulder.

goatee man | 890w | Piers thinks growing a beard might make him look more manly.

promises kept | 2,9k | Leon finds out Piers isn't dead after all. He's just locked up in a BSAA research facility with no one allowed in to visit.

stay with me tonight (stay until the end of life) | 2,2k | Leon doesn’t know I’m contacting you, but a fair warning, because I’m worried. He was found unconscious on the bathroom floor at 10AM. They took him to the hospital, but he checked himself out. Look after him, okay?

4am | 760w | “What can I say,” Piers grinned against Leon’s neck, “I was dreaming of you.” He had no reservations about moving his hips, letting Leon feel just how nice the dream had been.

caffeinated | 550w | Someone gives Piers coffee. Leon knows what to do with that excess energy.

and i'm you and you're me | 7,0k | The one wherein Leon and Piers accidentally swap bodies.

girls’ day in bed | 780w | Piers and Leon wake up one morning with boobs and other assorted lady parts. It’s a fun day. (Spoiler alert: they have a lot of sex.)

worlds apart | 3,2k | Krauser kidnaps Piers to lure Leon to him. (feat. past Krauser/Leon)

not again | 530w | Watching Piers’ mutation brings Leon some very unfortunate flashbacks. (feat. past Krauser/Leon)

gorgeous | 300w | Piers calls Leon gorgeous.

the most comfortable pillow | 350w | Leon falls asleep with his head on Piers’ lap.

beautiful | 840w | Even after losing an arm and ruining half of his face, Piers is the most beautiful thing to Leon.

as seen in adult films | 580w | Piers doesn’t know one damn thing about dishwashers. He volunteers to fix one anyway.

never letting go | 260w | Leon is goddamn comfortable right here. He isn’t going to move a single inch.

nose kisses | 390w | Piers is cute when he’s cranky. Just ask Leon.

no other half could ever make me whole | 6,3k | The one wherein they get a scare and there's a proposal.

the luxury of being held | 690w | The fabric of Piers’ hoodie is the perfect place to hide. (feat. Theo’s amazing art)

just one step from heaven, one step from paradise | 2,7k | The one wherein Piers makes sure Leon doesn’t freeze, and they enjoy their vacation.

all is fair in war, love and Mario Kart | 600w | Piers sucks at Mario Kart.

Chris/Leon

if i never see all my dreams come true, the one that mattered the most was you | 5,9k | Chris enlists Leon’s help on a mission as a clever ruse to make the man take a break he so obviously needs.

and I don't want to know how slow the time must flow | 11,1k | Chris and Leon try to fight their way out of a castle and feelings take over.

you are my heart, you are my home | 3,2k | Chris is sick, and he’s being extra dramatic about it.

from the gates of longing | 5,5k | Chris volunteers to take Leon home, but ends up getting a lot more than he bargained for.

how to accidentally get adopted - a guide by Piers Nivans | 2,3k | Piers accidentally keeps calling Chris dad, and Chris and Leon sort of unofficially adopt him.

right here by your side | 1,9k | When Chris shows up to check up on Leon, four days into his self-imposed flu-exile, at first Leon wants to just throw him out. But then it turns into a relationship-building moment and suddenly he can’t mind all that much.

about time | 1,8k | Leon is freezing. Chris warms him up.

yet you'll lose yourself in me | 3,3k | The one wherein Chris is generously proportioned and Leon kind of loves it. (whispers: size kink)

beyond tomorrow | 1,7k | Leon ends up in the hospital after a mission, Chris hurries to see if he’s okay. Claire is already there.

look at those heart-eyes | 180w | Quickly Chris shook his head, reluctantly pulling his attention away from Leon.

there’s a cat in the sink | 220w | “There’s a cat in the sink, and we don’t own a cat.”

from the future | 300w | It’s 1998 and Leon comes face to face with himself, from 2017.

surprise redfield | 250w | “Don’t worry,“ Chris says, nonchalantly as if it’s an everyday occurrence that he’s standing in Leon’s kitchen.

need this feeling to last (there's no denying) | 2,4k | “Why don’t you fuck me yourself, you coward!“

something solid, something good | 520w | Chris was so warm, and that together with all the glorious skin-on-skin contact made Leon happily sink back into the embrace.

come closer | 520w | Leon is done with Chris being so careful around him.

your arms around me | 690w | Chris woke up cold and alone.

a needed break | 440w | Sometimes Chris got so single-mindedly stuck on a task that he forgot everything around himself.

the iron maiden | 820w | Suddenly it was hard to breathe, like he couldn’t fill his lungs with oxygen no matter how much he tried, to the point that his vision started to get blurry.

robin hood: chris in tights | 480w | Chris’ face was twisted into a theatrical grimace as he tugged a little on the green tights we was wearing. They were like painted on and although he didn’t really have body issues in general, he couldn’t help but feel self-conscious about it.

luckless romance | 4,0k | Leon and Chris turn a drunken argument into something better. (Please note: The link takes you to the last part of six.)

take my hand | 920w | The worst part, by far, is not seeing anything. There are sounds, people talking like he isn’t even in the room, machines beeping and doors opening, quick busy steps against the floor.

let me take you to the edge of the stars and back again | 3,0k | Chris takes his sweet, sweet time before he gives Leon what he wants.

I’m going to seduce you | 1,1k | Jesus Christ, they’d had sex. Leon groaned again, this time less because of the headache and more because he felt so unbearably dumb. He’d probably had the best sex of his life, and he couldn’t remember it.

a little help | 430w | Those fucking idiots, Claire thought for the millionth time, as she watched her brother give the biggest dumbest heart eyes at Leon, who was blissfully oblivious about everything going on around him.

the way to anyone’s heart (the answer is food, good food) | 2,4k | Chris asks Leon to teach him how to cook. (Spoiler: Leon doesn't know how.)

oh the horror | 270w | “I seriously don’t understand why you want to watch this shit,” Leon groaned, pressing his face into Chris’ chest.

jealousy | 670w | Chris swallowed hard, downed the last of his beer, and took the leap. “I’m jealous okay.”

twist me up | 510w | Sure Chris had always known that Leon was flexible. Sure he had seen him even do these weird-ass yoga poses more than once. There was nothing new to it.

meet the parents | 600w | Leon brings Chris home for Christmas.

precious cargo | 930w | Chris lugs Leon around like luggage.

it's always been you | 870w | The hardest thing for Leon was when someone he cared about was in danger but there was nothing he could do about it. And then Chris fell into a ravine.

come away with me (to another world) | 2,0k | Leon finally gets a vacation.

first time sucker | 930w | “I don’t know, because it’s fun?” Leon said. “I promise you, you’re missing out.”

read my scars | 1,9k | Chris learns about Leon's scars.

battered and bruised | 650w | Ignoring the bruises and scrapes he had, Chris turned around and sprinted towards Leon, gritting his teeth against the strain moving put on his side.

a different kind of proposal | 500w | “If you keep fucking me this good,“ he breathed out, unsure if Chris even heard the words, “I’ll have to marry you.“

welcome home | 370w | The door had barely fallen shut behind Chris when Leon was in his personal space, grabbing him by the lapels of the trench coat he was wearing so he could pull him in close for a kiss.

I’d always choose you | 280w | Ada was something they didn’t talk about. When someone, anyone, brought her up Leon clammed up and changed the subject. And Chris had tried to be understanding, had tried to be patient, had tried his very best to respect Leon’s boundaries with this. But Chris was only human.

fuck or die | 1,7k | Chris gets hit by a weird plant, and his hard-on just will not go down. Until Leon takes matters into his hands.

i need a hug | 470w | “I think,“ Leon sighed, but then it was like all fight bled from him and he slumped a little forward. “I need a hug.“

oh no there’s only one bed | 990w | “Don’t be ridiculous. It’s just one night. I’m sure you’ve slept with worse persons than me.”

the butt that became a pillow | 420w | Chris falls asleep on Leon.

like father like son | 2,8k | Leon finds out he has a son.

monster magnet | 1,1k | Leon didn’t know when it had become something he recognized so easily. When had it become so normal for mutated creatures to look at him with such unadulterated lust.

please be okay | 620w | Leon faints from sheer exhaustion.

like father like... grandson? | 4,1k | Liam proposes to a girl but ends up with Piers anyway. Chris and Leon are the friendly neighborhood grandpas. Their grandson is adorable, and Leon thinks he takes after him. Obviously. (feat. Piers/OMC)

black lace | 790w | Chris gets to come home to Leon in thigh high black lacy stockings and matching lingerie, instantly sending Chris’ brains into an overdrive.

at least let me help | 790w | Leon opens the door an inch, Chris uses the given opportunity to slam it wide open. Metaphorically speaking.

bridal style | 200w | Leon refuses the medical check up. So Chris carries him.

dance with me | 1,0k | Wedding planning with two schmoopy idiots in love.

drunken cravings | 480w | Chris and Leon are drunk, hungry, and incapable of cooking.

blow me | 650w | Chris gets his brains sucked out through his dick.

Claire knows best | 610w | Chris tries to set Leon up with Claire. Then Claire does set Leon up with Chris.

chase the demons away | 940w | Chris struggles with nightmares, Leon is there to hold him through them.

dance me to the end of love | 550w | Leon struggles to learn to dance.

Piers/Leon, Chris/Leon

fate changed (we keep loving as if the story isn't over yet) | 34,3k | In hindsight, Leon knew the second he opened the door and saw Chris standing there, dressed in his service uniform, mouth pinched to a grim line and unable to meet Leon’s gaze straight. There was only one logical reason for it, only one way to explain why he was standing there like he would rather be anywhere else, and Leon almost slammed the door right in his face. -- Or the one wherein no one really knows how to handle their grief, but somehow life goes on anyway. (I’m still so proud of this one negl)

Chris/Leon/Krauser

hearts beating fast (let's make this moment last) | 5,7k | Chris gets invited in for a threesome. The clever thing would’ve been to refuse, knowing his unrequited, helpless feelings. But then again, he’s just a man.

OT3

double the fun | 3,1k | Truthfully, Leon hadn’t thought his day could get this much better. Everything had gone wrong from the second he’d woken up and he’d already written the day off entirely, until the moment Chris had looked him dead in the eye and asked “How do you feel about two at once?”

of cuddles and blanket forts | 620w | Piers and Leon build a blanket fort. Chris would think they’re idiots, but they might actually be kind of brilliant.

hair straightener or waffle iron? | 310w | Chris and Piers break Leon’s hair straightener.

the last piece of the puzzle | 2,7k | The one wherein two becomes three.

not alone | 2,3k | Completely on accident, Piers and Chris happen to be there to save Leon from a tight spot. Cuddles ensue.

Krauser/Leon

drive me crazy (your eyes made me crave for this) | 2,3k | It was the best sex Krauser had ever had in his life. That’s why he kept coming back to Leon, kept saying ‘yes’ every single time the man as much as hinted that he might be up for meeting. He was getting off, and he was enjoying every second of it, and that was the extent of it. There certainly weren’t any feelings involved. None. None at all.

enjoying the view | 200w | Krauser likes ass-watching.

carry me to bed | 440w | Slowly Leon was coming back to his senses. Sweat was cooling on his skin, the hard surface of the table underneath him starting to feel uncomfortable.

and I lied that we would be fine | 1,1k | Leon knows he isn’t supposed to be doing this. There’s a vague recollection of something more important, something he should be focusing on, but the vast majority of his world has narrowed down onto the slick slide of their bodies, on the cheap scratchy sheets on his skin, on the sound of Krauser’s voice in his ear, and he can’t bring himself to care.

yet never enough | 1,9k | Krauser likes mirrors.

of wanting | 400w | Leon’s laughter echoed in the room as Krauser pinned him against the wall, before shutting him up with a ravenous kiss.

better with you | 590w | Despite knowing Krauser had his back, Leon was genuinely surprised when the man sat down right next to him instead of telling him to suck it up and get moving.

breakfast | 530w | Lately things had slowly begun to shift. And Leon wasn’t sure yet what was going on. Or how he felt about it.

kill me now | 900w | It was more than clear how much Krauser enjoyed their frantic attempts to kill one another, and Leon’s traitorous body shivered in response, the memory of times long gone returning like no time had passed at all.

lust that I've already spilled | 1,4k | “C’mon, Leon,” Krauser taunted, grinning as widened his stance. “This cock isn’t gonna suck itself.”

will you just look at me | 650w | Krauser refuses to do feelings.

Wesker/Chris

I am the light that shall lead you to darkness | 1,8k | In all honesty, Chris wasn’t entirely sure how he’d ended up here: a panting mess, bent over a massive wooden table with Wesker holding him down laughably easily.

the light to drown in darkness | 2,0k | Wesker craves Chris. So Wesker takes Chris.

love-hate-(obsession?) | 470w | Wesker is a lovesick fool. If he wasn’t also a homicidal maniac, Jill would almost feel sorry for him.

#the old guard #resident evil #kaysanova #chreon #metaltango #nivannedy #chrisker #kreon #idk what i'm forgetting it's 2 am and i've spent seven hours on this #have pity on me :'D #my fics #2020 #this was so much work #i am praying for the links to work properly #so i don't need to touch this again nnhhh

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oldguardbigbang2021 · 3 years

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Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: The Old Guard (Movie 2020) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Booker | Sebastien le Livre/Nile Freeman

Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Undercover as a Couple, Mission Fic, (but really only as window dressing), Post-Movie: The Old Guard (2020), Future Fic, Domme Nile Freeman, Service Sub Booker, Porn with Feelings, like a lot of very explicit porn, Enthusiastic Consent, Kink Negotiation, Power Exchange, Praise Kink, Bondage, Orgasm Delay, Mild Painplay, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Pegging, Strap-Ons, Corsetry, Evening Wear, swimwear, business suits, Safe Sane and Consensual, Risk Aware Consensual Kink, please seek sex ed content outside of fanfiction, BAMF Nile Freeman, Nile Freeman Needs a Hug, Booker can have hugs too I guess, Jewish Booker | Sebastien le Livre, OP hates capitalism, References to Covid-19 pandemic, Nile Freeman Marine Discourse, politics? in my fic? it's exactly as likely as you think

Summary:

Nile's undercover doing corporate espionage to stop climate change, and she's got to pack up her boss bitch suits and spike heels for the upcoming executive retreat — but she's expected to bring a partner. Booker, who's become her best friend since returning from exile, agrees to come with her. She's glad at least one person who appreciates her leadership will be there.

Or,

Nile "I can top the shit out of you lying flat on my back with my eyes closed" Freeman

and Sébastien "I will give you whatever you ask of me" Le Livre

star in

There's Only One Bed in the Fake Relationship turns D/s Porn With Feelings with a Mission Fic cherry on top!

#posted work #the old guard #oldguardbigbang2021

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x-winging-it · 4 years

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Old Guard hair reviewww Pt1

Sooooo, I saw someone in the notes of a post (I can’t remember where) talking about hair in this movie.

And I love this movie.

And I love hair.

So here we go (in order of my screenshots lol)

Oh Nicky. Oh this hair

Pros:

- Joe likes it???

Cons:

- Looks like a middle aged teacher

- Is so unflattering

- like Luca Marinelli is a beautiful man- but this is not his style

- does this??? later on???

3/10

Joe!

Pros:

- most solid facial hair of the whole movie

- Those! curls!

- so bouncy

Cons:

- goes off at weird angles occasionally?

- I like it but I don’t love it

solid 7.5/10

Copley

Pros:

- Is well put together

- a solid fade

cons:

- this is currently-not-coping-great copley. I wish he looked a little more sad

- they seem to have forgotten to get the glass out his hair in this scene later on??? Did they shoot this scene the same day as an action sequence and forget???

soley because I spotted this and was upset like 7/10

Booker

Pro:

- proper half beard

- kinda hot but still struggling to cope

- looks kinda feathery- needs a good ruffle

- we get pretty tendrils in front of his face sometimes?

cons:

- looks kinda greasy at points

- forms a weird duck tail at the back

Like he looks sleazy but also weirdly vulnerable

-10/10 but also 8/10

This hat look!

pros:

- keeps his hair out of his face?

- not the worst combat look??

Cons:

- the point of a cap is to keep the sun out of your eyes! You are in a desert

- the triangle poof just gets me. 100%

- slight disaster

1/10

The worst combat look

pros:

?????

Cons:

- his hair isn’t going to get in his face anyway?

- a black wool hat. In a desert. need I say more

- looks like an egg

The Worst

-100/10

combat 2

Pros

- best of the combat looks

- practical but also stylish

- gets to be half hidden by his hood and moody

cons

- could just be going for a jog

6/10

Our first proper look at Nile’s hair

Pros:

- sleek braids

- tiniest bun

- so much pure in such a solid look

Cons:

- not my favourite of her looks? (but she is still the most stylish character hairwise lowkey)

8/10

Nile’s full braids!

Pros:

- practical for kicking ass but still looking good

- so much braid hidden in that bun

- a proper protective hairstyle! practical for a black woman on military tour! Not at all sexualised or straigtened!!

- also shout out to Kiki Layne’s eyelashes! (while taking all these scs I couldn’t help noticing how beautifully they curl

Cons:

- brilliant but not my fave of her looks

9/10

Our lovely shop girl! Celeste (according to IMDB)

Pros:

-black as the night

- modern and soft

- encapsulates her aesthetic and vibe so quickly

- kinda complements Andy’s hair and its blunt slightly gay vibes

Cons:

- we don’t see enough of her

- far too glam for a night shift imo

8/10

(pls forgive my captions, i always use subtitled)

Pros:

- Nice-ish curl pattern?

- encapsulates how I feel about this character I guess

Cons:

- pretentious

-slightly greasy

- so stylised

- It’s Merrick

He’s wearing a polo shirt, hoodie and matching suit. If that isn’t enough to condemn any look then .....

1/10

Science ladies hair Dr Kozak

Pros:

- professional?

- expensive looking highlights

Cons:

- Dull

- French twists that tight ache after a while and she has it in the whole movie ? how many days?

2/10

Keane

Pros:

- salt and pepper in his beard!

- just that slight tiny curl at the front

- very Military

Cons:

- bit meh?

- Not Keane (hah pun) on the overly shaped beard

- very rigid

5/10

My favourite lewk of the movie tbh

Pros:

- form a crown for my Queen

- modern and more casual than her military look

- quite long braids!

- just stylish af

Cons

None

11/10

Quynh

Pros

- we love to see her thrive

- I also want to spend 500 years missing and come back with a blow-out

- sleek af

Cons:

- such a short moment

- would be impractical for when she inevitably throws hands

10/10

I have so many SC of this look don’t judge me

Pros:

- look you aren’t going to convince me this is not Andy being slightly butch badass

- Kicks ass

- Short hair! On women! we love to see it

- looks so comfortable

Does This in the wind!!!

- Charlize Theron is already hot af and this just *chef’s kiss*

Cons

- slight call the manager vibes (I’m sorry don’t kill me)

immortal/10

part 2

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justnerdystuffs · 2 years

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I posted 8 422 times in 2021

381 posts created (5%)

8041 posts reblogged (95%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 21.1 posts.

I added 508 tags in 2021

#signal boost - 134 posts

#mutuals - 86 posts

#emma reads - 60 posts

#reblog bait - 58 posts

#emma rambles - 48 posts

#fandomchaosposts - 43 posts

#yes - 32 posts

#johnlock - 16 posts

#esc - 16 posts

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Longest Tag: 135 characters

#he asked her to help him sit down in his chair bc 'i think i'll risk falling on my ass if not' i believe is how she recounted his words

My Top Posts in 2021

Umm so I absolutely didn't predict this happening /s

What's the Janeway/Chakotay ship name? 😅😅

43 notes • Posted 2021-04-28 12:34:33 GMT

So y'all

Demi Lovato is non binary and uses they/them

I am so proud of them 💛🤍💜🖤

45 notes • Posted 2021-05-19 12:21:36 GMT

Okay SO an idea struck me today:

John was trained to be a Kingsman. Sherlock had the option bc of his family but rejected it. He doesn't think about it again for years before he introduces John to his parents, thinking that it'll go okay bc everyone loves John. It goes PERFECTLY. Mummy loves him. Mr. Holmes is suspicious bc I mean the man HAS TO be a spy or something no one slips into a scene that perfectly without training

I'm talking John being his usual polite self

Multilingual conversations where Mycroft condecendingly tries to translate for him and John diplomatically retorts in perfect French

I'm talking ettiquette and being proper

I'm talking they start talking about Mrs. Holmes' work in science and John follows it quoting living with Sherlock as his largest source of knowledge

I'm talking Mr. Holmes and John going off about classical litterature

I'm talking they talk about John's time as an army medic and how he got into the army with perfect gun control and top physical condition (let's say he was recruited from med school?)

I'm talking they joke about Arthurian legend

Mycroft name-dropping 'Arthur' as is supposed to be a veiled threat and John replying saying he always preferred Merlin

I'm talking John gets a mysterious call after that night from Harry, informing him about Eggsy, who he sees not much later

I'm talking John quoting 'Manners maketh man' whenever someone is a prick and discretely getting back at them

I'm talking John talking affectionately about this dog he trained who died saving his life

I'm TALKING JOHN STARTING TO WEAR SUITS AND SHERLOCK LOSING HIS MIND BC DAAAAMN

I'm talking after the events of Kingsmen: The Secret Service, or The Golden Circle, John is invited to become a Kingsman

Queue John coming clean to Sherlock and Mycroft knowing nothing

Queue the Kingsmen, with help from Sherlock, stopping some terror act, and Sherlock and John walking into Mycroft's club, dropping a file on his desk.

He opens it, scans it, glances between the two of them, and John stating 'Compliments of the Kingsmen tailors.'

Nothing really changes in John and Sherlock's lives. John quits working as a doctor and occasionally works his own cases.

Sherlock stops calling him an idiot after the third time he prevents WW3 erupting

How could I forget: JOHN STARTS USING THE GLASSES (!!!)

51 notes • Posted 2021-08-23 16:01:53 GMT

Fun visual for all of you

Imagine the Guard talking about all the things they've lived through.

Andy: 'I was worshipped as a Goddess in ancient Greece.'

Quyhn: 'I flirted with one of the first 'witches' during the Salem witch trials'

Joe and Nicky: 'Several rennaisance painters have painted us'

Booker: 'I had one of Napoleon's passports.'

Nile: 'The internet is older than me.'

Everyone but Nile: *Stunned silence as it sinks in exactly how young Nile is*

Nile: 'I've never gotten a physcial letter from anyone. Bills and notices yes. No letters.'

Nicky: 'What?'

And that's when everyone starts leaving notes to Nile whenever they're away from her on missions or vacations.

Booker sends her letters during his banishment. Postcards, full-lenght novels, small updates, inquiries, you name it. He starts them with 'Chère rivierette'. It's how Nile learns French. Her French accent is very american.

People assume she's from NO or Quebec. She just tells them she's learning.

Edit: I forgot the tags! *Shakes head* *mutters* 'plot bunnies my ass more like plot elephants'

90 notes • Posted 2021-07-29 09:42:30 GMT

No but you know what I would LOVE to read in a Merthur fanfic once?

Arthur asking why not all sorcerers would come out after he legalizes magic, and Merlin is like 'Well you legalized same-sex relationships too, but you don't ask why they don't all come out because you know' and it just hits Arthur 'Emotionally repressed, light haired bisexual in love with his best friend' Pendragon like a tonne of bricks

And when Merlin tells him he's Emrys he's like 'Hold on a bloody second'

100 notes • Posted 2021-09-05 21:23:54 GMT

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