Big question I have for the Tallstar kitten, where does Jake go at the end? If they are co-parenting, then does this child get separated from one of its parents? Would shake come visit? Did Tallstar and Jake have a messy breakup? It would make a very interesting parallel for Onewhisker, Tallstar proudly returning to the clan and claiming the kit as his
The child would very much get separated!!
Tallstar’s Collapse heavily involves the infamous BB!Heatherstar, and the death of tunnelling as she sacrifices it to advance the war with ShadowClan. Kitten or no kitten, the entire book is a lot more bitter as a result.
Tallkit grows up in a Clan that is a community. Palebird is loved and helped through her depression, Tallkit learns from all sorts of different cats. There's issues-- the war and Shrewclaw-- but this is home.
At the same time, he watches Sandgorse and the Tunnelers grow angry and desperate, realizing that Heatherstar is killing their tradition to make more fighters. It's likely that she, or one of her supporters, encourages Tallkit's fear of tunnels and division with his father.
Jake is freedom. He's a paw to offer him an escape from the drama and politics. To see that he does not have to live that way.
But the tragedy here is that Tallstar can't leave it behind. He loves his mom, his half siblings, Woolytail, his mentor, his friends... the moorland is home. Doesn't he have a responsibility to it? To serve WindClan and to fix its problems instead of running away?
WindClan is home. It's family. And Jake is family too but...
Without a kitten it ends here, basically. Tall decides to go home at this point. If he DOES have the kitten...
Then the kitten is probably adopted from parents who died, and that causes Tall to have a bit of an existential crisis. The idea of that is ALIEN to him, there's always someone in a clan to care for the kittens, community is the core of Clan life.
Even at its worst, even when Palebird couldn't take care of him, there was no question that he was loved and valued.
But here's kittens with NO family. If him and Jake and the Nomads hadn't found them...
He can't stop thinking about WindClan after that. The lessons he was taught, the gorse and the heather and the bounty it provides. Palebird and his new siblings, Heatherstar and her aging deputy. How this child he's raising would never know a trip to the moonstone or see its grandmother.
And most importantly; Talltail believes there is value in serving a Clan, and being put to the Stars in death. Where will he go? Where will Fly go??
But Jake does not want that life. He can see that his mate is growing unhappy, but he would be equally unhappy if he went with him. They love each other like a breeze loves a stone; try it might, the wind can't lift the rock.
So they have to part ways.
I think Jake visited for a few years after that, but abruptly stopped. The war grew more intense and it wasn't safe to visit anymore, especially as tensions between Clans got even worse. Tallstar chose his destiny, and Jake chose his.
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This is not really a question but just popping into say that I am OBSESSED with your boy king Seb au.
Is this partially because Seb is my favourite driver? Yes. Is this partially due to the fact that history and by extension, historical fiction one of my favourite things ever? Yes.
This is a really random tangent but when you mentioned the AU being loosely based on the Spanish War of Succession, I was like I recognise this but from where? I looked it up and realised that I learnt a little about it when I studied Louis XIV. This also reminded of how much I used to love making fun of Louis XIV as well.
This just struck me as I was writing this but since Fernando is based on Philip and if I remember correctly comes from Renault (basically) in this au, would that make Flavio Briatore the Louis XIV in this universe...
Sorry for the really long text - I got carried away lmao
Nooooo don't apologize!! I absolutely love long asks, and I'm so glad you like the au so much!!!! That makes me so haopy to hear 🥹 But you're so real, this au does in fact stem from my obsessions with my f1 boys and history. I'm very happy to have found a way to combine my two major interests into one thing 🤭🤭 But as I said to someone earlier today, it often feels like this AU is just a way for me to force-feed people niche history trivia LOL
Imagining Flavio as Louis XIV gave me a heart attack sjkfkflf, that man cannot and should not have that amount of power 😭 Flavio is Fernando's top advisor!! I think he works better as someone working behind the scenes, in the shadows, the little devil on Fernando's shoulder. I like to imagine he's some merchant who gained enough reputation and favor, that Fernando's father or smth was like, yeah sure you can be my son's advisor....not knowing he'd become king later on.
I think he obviously genuinely really cares for Fernando and makes decisions in his best interest but uhhhhh is not upset when it also happens to put a bit of money in his own pocket. I imagine he was like, super gung-ho about the arranged marriage, and giving fernsndo all these platitudes like "don't you think this is your best chance at being King 🥺 maybe you can find true love 🥺" but then is also making deals behind the scenes sjkfkv. Just constantly doing mental arithmetic, weighing out and balancing how much he's benefitting Fernando, and how much he's benefitting himself. Also lol, I like to imagine he tries to be all schemey with Seb, but then can't help but become endeared with him(reminds him of a younger Fernando 🤧)
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There was a loud knock on the door, followed by hushed arguments. Lydia and Cora both made their way to the door.
"It was definitely too much force."
"Then you should've knocked!"
"I'm not knocking! This is terrifying enough."
"You killed a giant snake, I think you can knock on a door."
The door abruptly opened, Lydia peering out to the four late teens awkwardly standing in their front garden.
"Mrs Pettigrew?" The only girl asked, curly brown hair bouncing as she pushed past two boys, "We're sorry to come to your home unannounced like this, but we got your address from Headmistress McGonagall."
"She's the head now?" Lydia blinked.
The girl nodded, "Yes. And my friend here thought we should come visit to talk to you about something that may be quite upsetting."
The girl's gesture to the boy on her left got Lydia's attention, as she looked at him properly and suddenly found herself in the past- James Potter showing up out of the blue practically every week during the summer, begging to grab Peter to hang out with.
"James?"
The boy almost rolled his eyes as he stepped forwards and awkwardly waved, "I'm Hari, actually. James was my dad."
Lydia's eyes widened, "I'm sorry for your loss."
"Well I should probably be saying that to you."
She paused, "Excuse me?"
"Hari!" The girl hissed, elbowing him in the rib.
Lydia opened the door wider, "Why don't you kids come in, we've just put the kettle on."
"Thank you", the girl smiled, grabbing the hand of a ginger boy behind her as she walked through the doorway.
"What if they're evil rat people too?" The ginger boy not so quietly whispered.
Cora guided them to the sofas, "Us? I wouldn't say we're evil and sadly not rat people, I do love those little worm tails."
The ginger boy snorted, cheeks turning red.
Hari took a seat, followed by a fourth boy.
Lydia poured them all a cup of tea, "So, you came here to tell us some upsetting news? Best get to it, our usual tea companion usually gets right to business with telling us bad news."
The girl nodded, "Yes, right. Well, Hari? Did you want to tell them?"
"No, not really."
She huffed, placing her own tea cup down, the ginger boy wrapping an arm around her waist, "I'm really sorry to tell you this, but your son is gone."
Lydia smiled, sipping her own cup, "I'm well aware, my dear. He's been gone for a long time now, seventeen years."
Hari frowned, "Do you not know about what's happening in the wizarding world?"
Lydia shook her head, "Not a clue. I left that place behind completely when I was about your age. Only stepped my toe in now and then when Peter needed me to. And my wife's a muggle so we've never really felt the need to go back there."
"Your son wasn't really dead", the girl started to say.
"But he is now", the ginger boy continued.
Hari nodded, "He got killed for being a traitor."
"Right, but by his own side, or hand, I suppose."
"Is your hand not on your side, Mione?"
"I really don't think that's the point, right now."
"Anyway, he died properly this time. When before he was a rat so he escaped and was ron's pet."
"Can we not mention that?"
"Right, sorry. And then he helped voldemort again and now he's proper dead."
"There's a funeral for him. A second one, I suppose. But that's why we're here, to tell you and invite you to the funeral."
"Sounds a bit bleak."
"Well, death is a bleak subject, Ron!"
"I know that!"
"Everyone knows that!"
Cora coughed, trying to get their attention, "Can we maybe explain this a little clearer?"
The fourth boy sat up straighter, "I brought a newspaper with me, I thought it might make it easier."
He passed the paper to the two women. They carefully read it, articles on Peter being a spy for the order and his recent death.
Lydia clutched the paper tightly, reading the words over and over and over again.
Cora smiled hesitantly at the four teenagers, "Thank you for coming to tell us. When is the funeral?"
"The fifth of next month", Hari spoke, "I found a graveyard close by here, I thought that might be what you two wanted."
Cora nodded, "Yes, that means a lot. Thank you."
They all stood up to leave, Cora showing them to the door.
Hari turned to her, "We'll all come to the funeral. But I wouldn't expect the place to be very full."
"Of course."
The fourth boy stepped forwards, a bouquet in hand that he passed to her, "I grew these for you. The flowers represent loss and innocence."
Cora smiled back, "Thank you, although maybe that last meaning isn't so accurate anymore."
The boy shrugged, "Well, there is a certain innocence through death, isn't there? No matter what you did in life, your body is now giving back to the world as you decompose."
"Neville!" Ron shouted.
Cora laughed slightly, "Right you are, neville, was it?"
He nodded, "And. Well you and your wife knew Peter Pettigrew at his most innocent. So no matter how much darkness he put into the world, you still hold the memories of his innocence. Which may have been tampered out but were still very much real."
Cora squeezed Neville's shoulder gently, "You're a good kid. And I know my wife would want me to tell you this, so can I just say. Your self worth comes from here", she pointed to his heart, "not from the outside world. And if people aren't paying you enough attention then get right in their face and just shout at them. What you do for others isn't what makes them care for you, they just do care for you. Okay?"
"Yes", Neville nodded, "I, um, I think I already knew that."
As the door shut, Lydia stood in the darkened hall, staring at the shut door, a photo of a young Peter clutched in her hand and the other holding the newspaper.
"He reminds me of him."
(for @jegulily-stuff <3)
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