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bigskydreaming · 3 years

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Doing some writing today off and on between errands and work, and jumping around various Kings of the Sky installments, specifically Dick, Jason and Cass stuff, so probably gonna post snippets from a bunch of them as I go.

(Kings of the Sky is an AU that goes canon divergent from the point of Jason calling Dick for advice for dealing with Bruce after the Garzonas case and where things end up going dramatically different from that point on. Including Jason not dying, being part of his own lineup of Titans between Dick and Tim’s, Dick being adopted not long after the Church of Blood incident, Cass being the third Wayne kid to be taken in and adopted and with Tim and Duke being next and then Damian coming along later once they find out about him. This is basically my ‘the family’s alright’ AU with largely ‘Good Dad Bruce’ except for Dick and then Jason yelling some sense into him about the other, respectively, in the first two installments, just FYI).

Anyway, this bit is from a story called “In Their Shadows Grow Trees Of Good and Evil,” set about a year after Cass has been adopted, when she and Jason are both sixteen and Dick’s twenty-one. Also just FYI, because canon has never been specific about what ways Cass is neurodivergent due to the comic-book style ‘rewiring’ of her brain so that she could learn to speak later in life, I tend to go with her being dyslexic and having aphasia. She sticks exclusively to sign language and being a silent presence in her costumed personas, so that there’s no chance of people connecting the dots between Black Bat and Cassandra Wayne, as she mostly speaks verbally in her civilian persona and doesn’t hide her aphasia. The reason there’s not likely to be any obvious signs of aphasia in the snippets of her I post is because I wait until I complete something to choose words at random to replace with aphasia-born mixups, so its more realistic and I’m not gearing her dialogue towards deliberately placed moments. Just in case you were wondering.

In Their Shadows Grow Trees of Good and Evil

“Hey Todd,” sneered an exquisitely obnoxious voice. “Why’s your sister so fucking weird?”

Jason sighed the sigh of a soul a mere century into its eternity of damnation as he rose from the lunch table he’d been studying at and crammed the rest of his books into his backpack. Then he pasted a cheerfully bland smile on his face and turned around, geared for academia warfare (teenage prep school edition).

“Hey Craig,” he said brightly. “Why’d you come out of the womb so ugly your parents had to tie a piece of steak around your neck just to get the family dog to go near you? Mysteries abound.”

The advancing junior slowed a step, momentarily rocked by his truly impressive return volley. The grimace Craig’s already gargoyle-esque features twisted into made his face even more unpleasant to look at than usual, which was quite the feat. Jason would have applauded if just looking at it hadn’t already turned him to stone.

But the bargain basement basilisk kept on towards him rather than turn tail and skulk off to pop his emotional blisters, so Jason sighed a sequel to his first one. Looked like it was one of those days where Craig felt up to powering through. Guess someone had eaten their self-esteem Wheaties that morning. Joy.

“You think you’re pretty hot shit, don’t you, Todd?”

Jason shrugged. “I mean, to be honest I kinda have a one track mind, so right now I’m mostly just thinking about punching you in your mistake.”

“My what?”

“Your face,” Jason elaborated with exaggerated patience.

“Huh?”

“Oh my god, I’m saying your face is a mistake. See, its not as fun when I have to stop and explain it to you. Ugh, you ruin everything.”

He neatly sidestepped the older boy as R2-Dumbass stayed frozen, smoke coming off of his internal CPU while trying to catch up. For a second Jason thought he was home free, but then he remembered the universe fucking hated him so haha, sucks to suck. Also, a small crowd had gathered to witness the verbal jousting match, and nothing invigorated an asshole like Craig more than an audience of like-minded peers. So there was that too.

“Whatever. Laugh it up all you want, you little shit,” the junior rallied. “But just remember, mocking your betters will never change the fact that you were born street trash and you’ll be street trash until the day you die.”

Honestly? Not his best effort. Jason almost felt bad using any of his good material. Seemed like overkill at this point. But he did have a strict Scorched Earth policy to maintain, so.....

“Yeah but my dad could buy out and ruin your dad so that means I still win, right?”

He smirked as the barb landed and Craig’s face set into a sunset vista of strangled purple and furious red. Bam. Direct hit.

“Listen, you - “

“Oh for fuck’s sake, it was rhetorical,” Jason interrupted. “I don’t actually care what you think even a little bit. Nobody does. You don’t matter. Please go be irrelevant elsewhere, you’re fucking dismissed, you loser.”

“Speak for yourself, charity case.” Oh goodie, Craig’s backup singers had finally arrived. Now if only he could remember to care enough to learn their names in the first place. Seriously, who told the extras they could have lines? “All the jokes in the world can’t change who and what you are.”

Jason shrugged and continued nonchalantly up the hill to where his sister was standing with arms crossed, staring down at something on the other side.

“True genius is never appreciated in its own time,” he tossed back over his shoulder. “I’m sure I’ll be immortalized in song eventually.”

The mob of morons deigned to let him go without further incident. Though he suspected that had less to do with his scathing wit and more to do with him being headed towards Cass. She was immaculately presented as always, wearing the Gotham Academy uniform like she was born to it despite hating its uncomfortable stiffness every bit as much as he did. But that was just Cass for you.

For all that she still struggled at times to engage verbally or speak up in social settings, her mastery of body language remained without peer. She could chameleon-camouflage her way into matching poise and posture with anyone - a skill that had allowed her to walk into school on her very first day with her head held high as though she owned everything in her sight. Exuding so much Queen Bee Intimidation Factor even the other hive queens were afraid to approach her themselves. Sending forth their drones to try and woo her into an alliance, only to see her remain oh-so-casually above it all, a slightly contemptuous smile adorning her lips.

Basically, she scared the shit out of their classmates without them having anywhere close to a true understanding of why, and Jason was outrageously jealous. Rude. Unfair. Why did his siblings always get all the cool toys when all he had was his rakish charm, scintillating intellect and debonair.....nah, who was he kidding. He was fucking awesome.

“Sup, sis,” he said, cresting the hill to stand beside Cass. “Just FYI, I just took a popularity bullet for you, which means you owe me your dessert tonight. Its a family rule that’s totally a real thing and definitely not something I just made up right now because Alf is making chocolate soufflé.”

She made no acknowledgment and remained stock still, a Colossus at Rhodes peering down into the shifting shadows of the parking lot below.

He peered down as well, though with absolutely no idea what they were looking at. Solidarity, yo.

“So are we staring fixedly at anything in particular, or should I just pick my own spot and commit?”

His humor was totally wasted on her as always. Instead of laughing and telling him what a lovable goof he was, she just inclined her head in the direction of a blonde girl where she was standing next to the driver’s side door of a Mercedes-Benz, dictating final commandments to her peons before departing. Well, probably. Jason was just guessing, based on his own body language reads, and like, general disdain for literally everyone at this school that wasn’t related to him.

He made a face. An extra special one reserved just for this classmate in particular. “Ugh, Madison Dunleavy? She’s the worst.”

Cass raised a cool eyebrow. “I thought Craig Hendricks was the worst.”

“He is. They’re both the worst. Its a hotly contested position here at Gotham Academy.”

She rolled her eyes and nodded back down at the Queen of Air and Darkness. “So. You know her?”

“Nope,” Jason said. “Come to think of it, I’ve actually never seen her in my life. No idea who that is. Can’t help you, sorry. Shall we go home?”

The Eyebrow of Inquisition speared him with clear intent. Who the fuck needed words when you could pack the Encyclopedia Britannica into a single facial expression?

Jason sighed gustily.

“I had a slight altercation with her freshman year that led to her declaring her undying enmity for me until the end of time. The word nemesis may or may not have been thrown around once or twice. I can’t recall.”

The Eyebrow of Inquisition lowered nary an inch. Ugh, she wanted more? Why did everyone in his family hate privacy, with the obvious exclusion of himself when snooping through Cass and Dick’s rooms for blackmail material, which was actually intel-gathering and thus another matter entirely.

“Okay so basically what happened was my first week here I overheard her talking shit about me and not even twenty minutes later she was pretending to kiss my ass in homeroom, like probably because of Bruce, y’know? So I just busted out laughing and told her to fuck off and die and she has inexplicably loathed me ever since.”

Avoiding further Eyebrow Inquisition-ing, he made a show of peering around aimlessly. When the silence extended and it was clear Cass was absolutely not going to break first, Jason waved a hand in dismissal and took to peering oh so casually at his fingernails. "I suppose I was less tactful back in those days.”

He chanced a look up, finally, and saw his sister’s eyebrow had somehow managed to mighty morphin power ranger its way into a configuration evoking both judgment and disbelief, with the latter perhaps aimed at the idea he was significantly differing in the tact department these days either.

“I don’t love the implications your face is making right now,” he told her.

She ignored him, because of course she did.

“Does she know Dick?” She asked instead. Jason shrugged.

“I mean, maybe? She’s probably seen him around at one of those stupid galas we have to go to, and actually I think maybe she has an older brother who was either in Dick’s grade or like, one above or below it? I don’t know.”

Now both eyebrows were doing the dance of disbelief. Okay, so maybe that was poor situational awareness on his part, since it wasn’t like Gotham Academy was a big school with a ton of other kids and also he’d only been in the same class as Madison for like over two whole years, but whatever. There were extingent circumstances.

“Look, she’s a total snob who’s always looked down on me and in return I willfully ignore both her existence and that of everyone and everything even tangentially related to her. Its called equality, Cass.”

She pursed her lips and went back to the peering, because of course in the mind of Cass it made total sense that the Grand Inquisition didn’t need to be followed up by any explanation on her part, what the hell. Like was he supposed to have inferred it?

“What’s this all about anyway?”

“I heard her talking about Dick earlier,” she said without peeling her eyes away from her personal recon mission. “I don’t know what she said though, I just heard her say Grayson, and then I was busy looking at what her body was saying. I know it was about Dick because she shut down when she saw me. And I didn’t like the way she....looked....before that happened. The way she was talking. It was.....”

Jason frowned but held back any follow-up questions while he waited - with total patience because he wasn’t an absolute cad, thank you very much - for his sister to find the word she was hunting for. It was a major source of frustration for her, that whatever neural map her brain followed put body language and spoken language in totally different regions of her brain, separated by a fairly great divide. Meaning she usually had to make a conscious choice to focus on body language or conventional languages - whether verbal or sign. But it tended to be one or the other; she’d yet to master taking in and comprehending both forms of ‘language’ at the same time. And none of them had quite figured out how to convince her that she wasn’t actually missing anything when she chose to focus on one specific form of communication - that she was still observing far more than most people ever would.

“Proprietary,” Cass settled on at last. She nodded her satisfaction with her choice of word, and Jason waited a whole two point five seconds before sticking his whole foot in his mouth.

“Proprietary?” He asked with a scrunched nose as he weighed that for possible context and implications. “You sure?”

She glared. He winced. It was a whole thing.

“Yeah, I know, sorry, sorry, I heard it the second it was out of my mouth. We don’t actually have to experiment with the legitimacy of if looks could kill.”

Cass rolled her eyes, but eh. That could’ve gone worse.

Jason swiftly redirected attention anyway. Discretion is the better part of valor, after all.

“So. The Queen of Air and Darkness was talking about our big bro, and her mood was.....proprietary, huh?” He recapped while digesting the info like a boss. “Well. Definitely not loving that, I gotta say. Hold please.”

Pulling out his phone and pulling up his most recent texts, he began typing furiously.

“What are you doing?” Cass asked.

“Texting Tom,” he replied, because duh. Hah, now it was his chance to have the answers that should be patently obvious and thus make with the ‘are you kidding me’ when she asked obvious questions she should know the answer to! How do you like them apples, sis?

“Why are you texting your boyfriend right now?”

Jason rolled his eyes, because fair is fair, but never ceased texting for a moment. Time was of the essence here, probably. Well, maybe. Okay probably not. But it’d still been like half an hour since he and Tom had last texted and that’s a very fucking long time in teenage years.

“To be our getaway driver tonight, obviously.”

She stared at him. He didn’t look up, but he could feel it anyway. He was very intuitive like that.

“What?”

Jason heaved another sigh, one keyed to tones of ‘oh my god, do I really have to spell this out,” exasperation. He was just racking up the bonus points here. It was really too bad this wasn’t an actual competition he could actually win and this was all just pettiness taking place wholly in his own head. Lame.

“Well, clearly we now have to go snoop in Madison’s house aka lair to see if its actually a house or a full on lair. Because she’s either a creeper or like, legit evil, and its important to know which one before we proceed, because obviously we can only bust her for being a weird creeper about our brother as Jason and Cass, whereas if she’s legit evil, that’s gotta go down as Robin and Black Bat. I’ll handle the snooping, you’ll take look-out, but we still need a wheelman and that’s why I’m texting Tom. This is all very mission-oriented, okay. I’m a professional.”

“Right,” she affirmed, while sounding anything but convinced. “Why don’t we just tell Bruce?”

Without looking up or breaking stride, he said: “I’m going to give you til I finish typing this sentence to figure out what was wrong with what you just said. Remember that we are talking about hypothetical danger to our brother, and also Bruce’s idea of a proportionate response to any of his children being in even hypothetical danger. And also our brother’s idea of a proportionate response to Bruce’s idea of a proportionate response. Look, you’re still new so I’m gonna need you to just trust me on this one. Its gonna be a no on telling Bruce without further intel.”

Cass said nothing in response to that, which meant that she was conceding the point and recognized the wisdom of his words. Or maybe that she was just gonna go ahead and do what she wanted anyway and just wasn’t bothering to fight about it, but it was probably that first thing.

“Well you better not just make out with your boyfriend all night,” is what she said at last, and that got his attention reeeeeal quick like.

“Umm. Wow. Okay. So, first off, you’re not the boss of me and who I make out with and when, so jot that down. And second, now I’m definitely going to make out with my boyfriend extra hard, with the exception of when we are actually on our recon mission because as previously established, I am a professional. And also, again, you’re not the boss of me.”

Jason ignored her Eye Roll With Extra Emphasis, and instead just held up his phone to Text With Extra Emphasis, as he read along with what he was typing.

“By the way babe, we have to make out extra hard tonight,” he said, tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth while he dragged out his dictation with the kind of focus that usually led to Bruce asking why he couldn’t apply as much intensity to training as he did to pettiness. “Cass has suddenly decided she can dictate terms to me and I need to shut that shit down ASAP, so thank you in advance for your assistance in this matter. Smoochies and other gay stuff to the best boyfriend ever.”

Jason frowned as a response pinged back seconds later.

TheCatsMeow: ....the things I put up with for the sake of your weird family dynamics.

TheOnlyRobinThatRocks: Yeah, yeah. You’re a saint among were-panthers. Must you mock? Why can’t you just tell me I’m pretty instead?

TheCatsMeow: Sorry. Let me try again. OMG you’re so pretty Jase how did I get so lucky xoxo.

TheOnlyRobinThatRocks: No. Its too late. It feels forced and unbelievable now. You’ve ruined it forever.

TheCatsMeow: Got it. From now on I will only tell you that you’re repulsive and hideous.

TheOnlyRobinThatRocks: I’m breaking up with you.

TheCatsMeow: But after I help you with your mission tonight.

TheOnlyRobinThatRocks: Obvsly. I’m a professional. Why do people keep forgetting this?

TheCatsMeow: And also the making out to spite your sister.

TheOnlyRobinThatRocks: Yeah we should do that first too. I mean we already penciled it in.

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gaamagirl565 · 4 years

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Matters of the heart S2 ep 7

Matters of the heart Season 2 Episode 7 How the tides turn Special thanks to @1a-lchemist for help with the Romanian {OPENING CREDITS} {Zapada comes down the stairs to see Isaiah sewing something} Zapada: Copilul meu? Isaiah: Oh! Good morning Zapada! Zapada: what happens here? Isaiah: oh, I’m sewing something for my baby brother or sister! Zapada: May I see? {Isaiah holds up a tiny red bear with jingle bells attached to the limbs} Zapada: Ohhh! Isaiah! That is so…*sobs* Isaiah:...Zapada? {Zapada pulls him into a tight hug} Isaiah: ACK! Zapada: Copilul meu dulce! {Varian walks in with a cup of tea but stops when he sees them} Isaiah: Dad! Wait! Save me! {Varian sneaks back out} Isaiah: Ah!..W-wait!...no! You traitor!! {Varian smirks and goes to walk away when a villager runs through the front door; Varian drops his teacup and Zapada and Isaiah are immediately at attention} Villager: Varian! Sir! Message from the King and Queen! Varian: What’s wrong? Villager: The cult made an unprovoked attack on a neighboring kingdom! Multiple casualties, homes destroyed and crops burnt… {Isaiah gasps and Varian covers his mouth in horror} Varian: a-anything else? Villager: The King and Queen are going with a small group to help aid the survivors. The Queen requests the Royal engineer’s attendance. Varian: Understood. Tell Rapunzel I’m on my way. Villager: As you wish sir. The group will leave at noon. {The villager leaves and Varian hurries over to his desk and begins packing a satchel; Zapada walks over to him} Zapada: Varian? Varian: I don’t understand...they’ve never made an unprovoked attack before… {She takes his hand} Zapada: are you alright? Varian:...I’m...I’m fine…*he brushes her cheek*...I’m just confused and I feel like I could have prevented this... Zapada: Perhaps we have answers when we get there? Varian: We? Zapada: Isaiah and I are going with you! Varian: Zapada no! You’re too heavy with child! I won’t risk losing all of you. Zapada: Varian! Te iubesc, dar oprește această protejare obsesivă stupidă sau te voi sugruma până la ultima răsuflare!

{Isaiah looks on shocked and Varian shrinks back} Varian: I...Have no idea what you just said but I feel like I should fear for my life... Isaiah: Dad please let the severely hormonal albino lady go with you...I don’t wanna die. Varian: *sigh*....fine Zapada: good...I go pack my saddlebag… {She walks away; Varian slumps against his work bench} Varian:....Get married dad said...it’ll be fun dad said...ugh. {Cut to the forest with Noremoth sitting in a tree with Catalina} Catalina: haha! Stop it! Noremoth: and why would I do that? You make the funniest face! Boop the nose! Catalina: haha...I can’t believe your mission is almost over… Noremoth: yeah… Catalina: You’re gonna come back sometime right? You’re super fun to hang out with… Noremoth:...*sad smile*...Yeah...I’ll be coming back. Keira: Hey love birds! Catalina: Keira! Stop calling us that! We’re not “love birds”! Keira: Whatever, Eugene and Rapunzel need us… Catalina: what for? Keira: that cult attacked another kingdom last night. {Noremoth jumps down} Noremoth: WHAT!? Catalina: You know about them? Noremoth:....yeah… I heard of them...I have to go… {Noremoth runs over and mounts his horse} Noremoth: Catalina it was lovely to meet you...Keira...bye…. {He gallops off; cut to Isaiah on a horse looking conflicted and Eugene notices and rides up next to him} Eugene: Hey kiddo. You alright? Isaiah: yeah...just...I kinda feel like this is my fault. Eugene: W-what? How? Isaiah: I made the cult mad cause I attacked miss Cass...and then she attacked me and now I have some of her power. And...now they’re attacking innocent people and it’s all because they want the moonstone sliver! {Pink magic crackles around him} Eugene: Hey easy buddy...deep breaths okay? Isaiah: sorry… Eugene: it’s not your fault..these people are...unstable...they’re crazy with anger and I bet half of them aren’t even angry they just are cruel and bloodthirsty. Isaiah: Then how do we stop them? {Rapunzel rides up} Rapunzel: With Corona spirit! Eugene: Sunshine! Rapunzel: We’ll all get through this...it may seem bleak and hopeless at times but as long as we have each other and keep the faith we’ll make it through. {Isaiah smiles at her} Eugene: Oh my god… {Isaiah looks and gasps in horror as they ride up to the kingdom; in the distance, Noremoth rides over a hill and sees the carnage and looks shellshocked; the place is practically burnt to the ground with people trying to dig through the remains and set things back in place} Varian:...They’ve never gone this far. Rapunzel:...Varian go with Eugene and help make plans to rebuild, Angry and Catalina look for survivors, Zapada and Isaiah you can help the wounded, I’m going to go find the leader here and get what happened. All: Yes you’re majesty… {Everyone goes to do their respective jobs and of in the background Noremoth skulks in the shadows looking at the destruction in utter horror} Noremoth:...I don’t understand...why did they…? {He steps on something and it crunches; he lifts his foot and picks up a singed toy wooden horse; his eyes widen and he drops it and covers his mouth as he runs over to a wall and gags; after a few moments he just rubs his head against the stone wall} {begin song “fighting”} {NOREMOTH} So many things happen in a year

But mostly bloodshed paints all my time I watch eyes fill with fear So many things in my life I regret but still I’m fighting So many days I wondered “was my birth a crime?” But as I grew I realized my only crime

Was being an orphan! “A drain on society” “a filthy pest” Well maybe now they’ll feel Remorseful. As I run my sword through their chest So many times I wonder is it worth it? To keep on going or to give up and die. My existence until now had no meaning. So why? Why do I keep Fighting!? I see the destruction that I cause and kills me It kills me deep inside. I hear children cry the same cry I did I wish to help but my hands are tied I ask in my mind that they forgive me. So why? Why do I keep fighting? Oh, why? I’m fighting… But why...do I still fight?

{End song with Noremoth wiping his tears and overhearing talking and he lurks closer in the shadows to evesdrop} Kingdom leader: It was just terrible you’re majesty...we stood no chance… Rapunzel: Just take a breath and try to explain it. Kingdom leader: Well they came in the middle of the night... none of us were expecting them. they were like animals. setting fire to everything, pillaging, they killed a great many of us, but I know what they mainly wanted, they broke into the treasury of our kingdom... they took so much I fear for my people… there was one woman who I assume is the leader once she had what she needed from our Treasury she told her band to retreat... but by then... the damage has already been done. {Noremoth growls with anger and slinks away} Rapunzel: I assure you Corona will do whatever they can to help this Kingdom get back on their feet… Kingdom leader: Thank you, your majesty… {Cut to evening and Isaiah walks over to a basin and washes blood from his hands with a sigh} Varian: Hey buddy… Isaiah: Dad… {Isaiah hugs Varian and snuggles into his torso} Varian: Rough day? Isaiah: a lot of these people are really hurt...Dad, why are people so mean? Varian:...That...That’s a good question, buddy. And unfortunately, I don't think anyone will ever have the answer to that one. {Zapada walks over} Zapada: Isaiah was quite the little helper today... he helps me tend a lot of burns and cuts today. He’s a little hero. Varian: tell me something I don't already know. {Isaiah smiles and suddenly Zapada jumps and grabs her stomach} Zapada: Oh! Varian: Zapada!? Are you alright!? Zapada: I’m fine!...little one is kicking me!..wanna feel? {Isaiah nods and gently puts his hand on her stomach} Isaiah: ….wow...hi there!... Varian: we still need to decide on a name… Zapada: we said Clover for girl...we need boy name. Isaiah: I got one! Varian: Oh ho...really? Let’s hear it. Isaiah: Sterling! Zapada: Sterling? Varian: Like sterling silver? Pfft.. {Zapada smacks his vest} Varian: OW! Zapada: act nice! Isaiah: *laughs* {Cut to the Cult HQ where Larkspur sits drinking from a goblet; Noremoth then storms in and walks up to her} Noremoth: YOU HEARTLESS WENCH! Larkspur: Well you're back... how was your mission did you learn any valuable information? Noremoth: Yeah I learned your backstabbing cutthroat! Larkspur: oh am I now? Noremoth: you knew I would never agree with a plan to pillage and commit genocide Larkspur: I wouldn't call what we did “genocide”. {Noremoth slaps the drink from her hand} Noremoth: what would you call it then!? did you even see what you left behind!? both men, women, and children slaughtered like pigs! when I joined this movement I joined because I too wanted to see a new world order and I also wanted Corona to pay for what they did to me. I did not join to slaughter countless innocent civilians. do we even need the money you stole!? or was this just a little fun Rendezvous for you!? Larkspur: you know how the men can get...they tend to get a little tense when they haven't battled something in a while. and our vessel did need the exercise. I needed to make sure her powers were still at full potential. well potential enough without the moonstone that is. Noremoth: this is not what we originally stood for. Larkspur: is that so? and pray tell how do you plan to fix it in your little mind? {Noremoth unsheathes his swords} Noremoth: it's time we got back on track. Larkspur:... are you truly sure you want this, Norie? {Noremoth swings his sword at her and she blocks it with her dagger} Larkspur: you filthy bugger… {Larkspur shoves him away and they circle one another} Larkspur: who would have thought this is how it ends? you know I did like you, Noremoth. Noremoth: no you didn't…. {she shoots some throwing knives at him; he deflects them with his sword and charges her; Cassandra hears the fighting from her cell} Cassandra: What the hell? Larkspur: Urgh! Noremoth: you know I always wondered why you never listen to me but now that I'm fighting you I think I finally understand. Larkspur: oh really? Noremoth: your pathetic little girl who's had nothing go right for her in life. what's wrong mommy and daddy didn't love you enough? {Larkspur charges with a scream and swings down at him; they lock swords} Noremoth: admit it I'm right! aren't I!? you're pathetic and scared, and were pushed around all your life! you put on this front acting like you care but in reality, you don't care at all you just want everyone to suffer under your thumb for the crappy hand you were dealt! you're no better than a whiney child! {Larkspur punches him and Noremoth falls back on the ground; Larkspur goes to jump on him with a knife and cuts his arm but he kicks up and flips her over; Larkspur lands harshly on the ground} Larkspur: AUGH! {Noremoth gets up and points his sword at her and wipes the blood from his lip} Noremoth: as I said before... pathetic. you don't even know how to fight. Larkspur: ….. that maybe but I do have one thing that you will never have… Noremoth: and that is? {suddenly swords are at his throat with cult members surrounding him} Larkspur: I have faithful followers… Cult member 1: what should we do with him, Mistress? Larkspur: Throw him in the dankest little cell that we have here... and let him rot for the time being... I'll figure out what to do with him eventually… Cult member 1: yes mistress… {The grab Noremoth and drag him away} Larkspur: Buh-bye Norie… {He’s taken to a cell and harshly thrown in; Cassandra looks up and sees him in the cell across from her; Noremoth groans and clutches his injured arm; Cassandra tears part of her clothes} Noremoth: Urgh!... Cassandra: Hey!... {Noremoth looks up and sees her toss some bread with a cloth wrapped around it to his cell} Cassandra: tie the cloth around your arm tightly... it'll stop the bleeding. and I was saving that bread but you can have it… Noremoth: ...Thank you… {END CREDITS}

#tangled #TTS #RTA #tangled the series #rapunzel’s tangled adventure #fanfic #matters of the heart #MotH #Isaiah #Varian #Zapada #Rapunzel #Noremoth #Eugene Fitzherbert

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hollygreenmantles · 4 years

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meet HOLIDAY CLARISSA GREENMANTLE, she has been living in milton for twenty two years and is generally known around town for being responsible and obsessive. the twenty two year old, is apparently a chef but you didn’t hear that from me. when i think of him i think of: meticulously colour coded notes, adjusting things ever so slightly until they’re perfect, returning a love letter with the grammar corrected. - zoey deutch, cisfemale, she/her as written by pepper, 23, est, she/her.

ABOUT THE MUN. me reading my own posts: hmm.. that’s an embarrassing thing 2 post on the internet

you know who it is. *jason derulo vc* jASon dERulO! but no really i have never been more ashamed of jason derulo than i was as i watched cats. and i have never been more sad for magneto than when i was watching cats. magneto deserved better, but jason... god, we deserved beter. anyways, it’s 2am and i’m rambling shall we talk about holly.

BIO. “live fast die young bad girls do it well” i sing as i organize my sock drawer at 9:30pm on a friday night

i’m gonna tell you from now that this is gonna be a lot shorter than cass’ because holly is a brand spanking new muse and idk what i’m doing

so holly is the mayor’s daughter and she has been ever since she can remember?? literally can’t remember a time when her mom wasn’t in charge of the town meetings, when she wasn’t walking around town hall like she owned it, and when the pressures of that weren’t placed on her shoulders.

honestly grew up in town hall. was waddling around the place in diapers. but when she wasn’t in town hall she was growing up in the big greenmantle house on the top of the hill, right by the beach with that sweet, sweet seaside view. yeah they were rich rich and the greenmantles have been in milton for like?? ever?? probably settled down here in revolution or something. when discusing the history of milton their name comes up basically, and holly simply had to get used to all the kids in the class turning in their seats to gawk at her when it did. so yeah, they were big rich and holly grew up with that silver spoon in her mouth that she honestly never quite figured out how to take it out.

honestly it’s not that holly was spoiled but... she was??? she’s wanted for nothing all her life but her parents like love and attention, which she never got btw, rip for her. her mother was always working, a fact that drove her father to cheating. with her mother’s young hot secretary. when holly was like ??? two??? it was a big town scandal, made all the more scandalous by the fact that said secretary got pregnant. and that not only did her dad decide to stay in town, but he also decided to build a place right next door to theirs. yup. holly could see her dad and his new family right through her kitchen window if she wanted to. yeah it was fucked up. ~ just small town things ~

honestly the tea is that it was probably this and the sympathy that the town had for holly’s mom that led to her being re elected again. and again. and again. and again. and probably next election too tbh, because greenmantles don’t lose. they never lose.

so holly was raised with that mentality. she had to win no matter what the competition. if it was school, holly had to be the best in her class. popularity contests, holly had to be prom queen, or queen of the summer masquerade, or may queen. and when it came to family, she had to beat her sister. always. at everything. otherwise her mother would feel like a failure, and therefore holly would be that failure.

it was kind of a weird way to grow up, just surrounded by all that pressure constantly by holly thrived under it kind of. like she managed and she even blossomed. holly was the perfect child from ages 0-22. she never did anything wrong. honestly she would almost be considered like a robot if it wasn’t for how fucking hard she tried to be that. like she busted her ass to get where she is, and even if she was falling apart internally on the outside she could never have anyone know. she wanted to be perfect. she needed to be perfect.

holly learned how to cook from some of the staff at her family home, and she loved it immediately. it was something that relaxed her from her normally high strung state. something that pretty innocently made her happy and made her unwind. despite holly doing everything in her power to excel academically, cooking was the only thing she really loved you know. it was something that brought her joy. but it wasn’t until holly had gone through four years of a law undergrad the she realized it was what she wanted to do for a living.

but her mother wasn’t having it. she wanted holly to follow in her footsteps and become the next mayor of milton. she wanted her to stay in the family business basically, and nothing holly said could change her mind. she wouldn’t pay for holly’s culinary school or even allow holly access to her trustfund money to pay for the whole thing herself. it wasn’t the first time that holly was pushed to bend to her mother’s strict rules, but she wanted it to be the last.

so. now she’s rebelling. she’s paid someone in town to pretend to be her partner just to rile her mom up and put a bit of pressure on her for once to finally give her what she wants, aka her trustfund money that is rightfully hers or even just the money her grandfather left her in the will. this fake relationship will likely be with someone who is maybe a bit less like picturesque than holly?? like someone her parents wouldn’t approve of basically so if you think your muse fits that vibe than come get your juice, let’s fake relationship plot my dudes!!

PERSONALITY. imma fill this in tomorrow but she’s basically a mix of monica geller and rachel green like that’s the vibe honestly. got a pony for her birthday but also needs to be the best at everything, cleans obsessively, like that’s the vibe.

HEADCANNONS. this too.

WANTED CONNECTIONS. also this.

#h.g. | bio.

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For the angst prompt thing Maybe Cassian has a pair of twins ( girl and boy) but the boy dies in a war or at the camps so the girl trains to become the next commander and honour her brother ?

Okay. How dare you.

Nonetheless.

Here, Anon, I hope it makes you tear up.

She was sitting on the hill, overlooking the camp, her long,curly brown hair gently blowing in the breeze.

Cassian had barely spoken to her for the last two weeks, hadbarely spoken to anyone. No one should have to lose a child. No one should haveto lose a brother. And yet, Cassian had always known it was a possibility. Thiswas the life they lived, the immortal life of love and war. He hadn’t prepared himself, though. He had lost countless men during his manytrips to war……but his son.

It was his son.

Nesta came up beside him, and rested her head idly againsther mate’s shoulder. It was the first day she’d come out of the tent for morethan a minute or two, the first day she got dressed and entered their smallsociety since they laid him to rest two weeks prior.

“Has she moved since sunrise?”

“No,” Cassian responded, his voice breaking as he watchedtheir daughter. “No, she hasn’t.”

“Have you tried to talk to her?”

Cassian took a deep breath, and slowly let it out as heshook his head. “No.”

A small, dainty hand brushed along the stubble on his cheek.“I love you, Cass.”

That was it, the key to healing. Love, and adoration, andstaying close to those he loved. She had lost a son, too. But she was trying.They all were trying.

They had people to protect. They had duties to uphold. So they were trying.

All but Laila.

“I love you, sweetheart,” he smiled, wistfully, as he gaveNesta’s forehead a kiss. “I’ll check on Lai. Make sure the others are tendingto their duties.”

She was thankful for something to do, Cassian knew that. He hadbeen sending her on errands all morning, to make sure everyone around the campwas doing what they were supposed to. She needed a reason to stay out of bed, adistraction.

With a nod of her head, Nesta was off, her long braidswishing gently behind her, knocking against her Illyrian fighting leathers.

Keeping his eyes on his second born, Cassian began to ascendthe hill.

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Laila never cried.

She was tough, a warrior, born and bred.

Death was not meant to bother her. It was a part of the lifethat had been chosen for her, a part of the path that had been laid before herat birth.

But she had never expected him to die, not like that.

They had taken him, captured him, to piss off the InnerCircle. When Rhysand found out, his face fell, ashen, tears instantly brewingin those deep, lavender eyes. He brought them together, and handed it over toher father – to Cassian. Tell us what todo, the High Lord begged. It is yourcall, how we get him back.

Him – your son.

Father had made her stay at the camp. He couldn’t risk it,he had said. I can’t lose you, too.

She had obeyed, to her dismay. Mother had stayed with her,holding her hand, until they returned. Father, Azriel, and Rhysand had landedright outside their tent just before sunrise with a group of Illyrian Warriors……anda limp body, in which Cassian was cradling in his arms.

A scream escaped her mother as she ran to the scene, butLaila was frozen in place. She had felt it, the bond that held them togetherbeing broken. Her brother, her twin, when he took his last breath….She felt it.

She hadn’t been aware she was walking, but a moment later, shestood above her parents, who were huddled together on the ground, their handsand leathers covered in his dark crimson blood. His eyes were open, glassy,staring at the stars, his favorite view. He loved the stars, and he lovedVelaris.

He would never see the city of starlight again.

Laila fell to her knees, the sound of her parents weepingall that could be heard for miles. As the others in the war camp gatheredaround to see what had happened, a gentle hand touched her shoulder. Her eyesblurred as she turned to face a misty eyed Azriel.

She wailed as he pulled her into his chest.

It was the first time she could remember crying since shewas a child, since father had taught her how to fly when she was five, and shefell and broke her arm because she panicked mid-air.

Now, as she sat on the hilltop, she was used to the tears.

They hadn’t stopped coming for two weeks.

“Little Lai.”

She knew that voice, so she didn’t turn around. She didn’tacknowledge her father, or the nickname that her Uncle Rhysand had gifted herwith at birth, and the rest of the family instantly picked up.

“I’m fine,” she said, although unconfidently.

“I know,” he said, simply, as he sat next to her, and threwan arm around her shoulder.

Laila wiped at her eyes angrily, and turned her head, so hewouldn’t see her cry.

“It’s okay to mourn, Little Lai,” he said, quietly, hisvoice barely heard above the howling of the wind. “It’s okay to miss him. I dotoo. I always will.”

A moment passed before she glanced at him, and the hazeleyes that mirrored her own softened. “I think that’s what hurts the most. Ialways will, too, and we live long lives. A day will not pass where I do notfeel empty, like the other half of my soul has been broken off and lost inoblivion……We were born on the same day. We learned to walk, and talk, and fly together……We healed each other’swounds and laughed at each other’s jokes and told each other secrets that noone else knew. I feel lost, dad. Without him…..”

“I know,” he said, when she couldn’t say anymore. “I know.”

“I hate this feeling,” she cried, her wings drooping behindher.

She was too young. He was too young to die, and she was tooyoung to lose her brother.

“I want to honor him.”

Cassian glanced at his daughter, who was watching the otherstrain in the valley below them. “Yeah?”

She nodded, her eyes clearing as she pushed off her fatherand rose to her feet. “Dre…..” her voice broke at his name, but she cleared herthroat and continued, “Dre was training to take your place as Commander. I wantto take his place, if you would have me. I would like to begin training to takeyour title.”

Her father stared at her for a long moment before meetingher on his feet. Pride filled his eyes as he took her hand, and gave her awistful smile. “I cannot think of a better way to honor Dre. It is what hewould have wanted.”

She smiled. For the first time in weeks, she smiled.

“Fly with me,” Cassian said, as he led her to the edge ofthe hill.

The camp was rustling below, full of activity. White flagsflew, in honor of her brother, whom the people in that camp loved and adored.

Who everybody in those lands loved and adored.

She would stop mourning, and she would do what she could tomake him proud. She did not know how many years she had, but she did know thatDre would have not wanted her to spend them in mourning, in waste.

She didn’t wait for her father before she jumped, and rose abovethe hills and their people below. In his honor, the future General Commander ofthe Night Court’s legions spread her wings and flew.

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