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NEW WORK DROPPED LETS GO-
Bad Future AU: Ruler and Empress
This is not canon, it’s too sad, but the idea occurred to me and I wanted to jot it down even if it’s not as polished as the canon ones are.
Lian walked into the throne room, robes sweeping behind them. This was not the throne room of their home land; this was another palace, far away, that had once belonged to yet another conquered kingdom.
They accepted the smart salute from the captain of their guard, and sank down to sit in their throne – the smaller one, sitting lower and to the side of the one that now sat empty, waiting for the empress to return from the border.
“I’ll be meeting with the representative from the combined trader’s guild this morning,” they said. “I want a full formal escort for them on the way in. Fully armed.”
Lian sighed internally, propped their elbow on the side of the chair, and sank their chin onto their fist. Veiled and not-so-veiled threats. They hated doing it this way, what the empress (in the privacy of their own head, they still didn’t like to think of her as my wife) referred to as diplomatic pressure with a sardonic half-smile.
The guard saluted immediately. “Yes, your highness.”
“Dismissed.”
They gave the order without even thinking about it, and it would never have occurred to the guard to disobey or show anything less than the absolute respect due to the empress’ consort.
The door creaked open, and Lian looked up with a puzzled frown. Nobody had been announced.
The Parting Glass
This is a serious AU one-shot to help me break myself from this angsty worry over Qrow’s safety next episode... 😳 imnotworriedyouare...
Set prior to the events of Vol. 1, AU. So here we go.
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In the end, it wasn't one too many drinks or an inebriated mistake. Hell, he thought, It wasn't even my gods-damned luck.
No, it was simply arbitration. The numbers were stacked against him. He could be the youngest, best and fastest Huntsman in Remnant, and the numbers would have overwhelmed him.The dozens of little razor cuts, ironically, bothered him more than the mortal blow had. In his logical mind, he recognized it as the ill omen it was: his body was in shock, hiding the major blood loss behind all the minutiae.
As stubborn as ever, he pressed on, fighting and fighting. Finally, only a handful remained, the piles of smoking carcasses surrounding the bloody, angry-eyed Huntsman. The remnant seemed to take stock of their situation, pausing to assess their determination, and in the staggering losses they had taken, or just in the realization of the condition of their enemy, they chose instead to retreat into the dark forests.
The last was safely behind the tree line, and the sounds rapidly falling away, before the huntsman released the tension between his shoulders. In that simple moment, all the small razor lines across his skin burned like embers, as the mortal wound burst forth into his consciousness like a fire. It had been a long time since he had felt this sort of intense pain, but he steadied himself on his broadsword.
Attempting to step forward, however, was a bad mistake, and his legs gave out under the weight of his own body. Even as he tried to correct his fall, using the sword as one might a crutch, the coordination required was too great, and he tumbled forward onto his slain foes.
Refusing to die face down in the heap of disappearing carcasses, he mustered enough strength to roll himself over on to his back. Above, the night sky weaved over him, emerging through the cloudy night. As the final wisp of the smoldering carcasses dissipated into the night, he felt the cold soil beneath his back. Surprised that he could tell at all, since his extremities had long since grown numb, he savored the cooling effect it had on his wounds.
No one would find him here until he had long passed, if ever. A small part of him was glad that was the case. Ruby would go looking, and that saddened him, but of all of them, she’d be the only one to truly care. Tai was too caught up- he might be sad to hear of his death. Maybe even wax some sort of prose over his loss to the girls, adding it to his growing checklist of misery, but in the end, there’d be no real sorrow.
Yang would worry, but she had her mother’s pragmatism. She knew it was part of the risks. And yeah, while the fiery girl might be worried and upset that her uncle never came home, she’d be more concerned that Ruby would try to find him.
Her mother. Raven. The Lady of the Bandits. In her quiet hours, she might admit to sorrow over his loss. But, she would surmise, evidently he wasn’t strong enough. The strong survive.
No, the only one that would be the deepest hurt by his loss would be Ruby. Everyone else either had something or someone to preoccupy them. Oz, James, even Glynda- they had a main goal to focus on. The only others who would have cared had long passed on themselves.
Summer.
She would have cared, if she hadn’t beaten him to the other side. Ruby would find out the truth one day. It didn’t matter now anyway. Both parties would be long dead by then. No, he dreaded seeing Summer again. He had failed her...
“Qrow?”
It was a familiar voice- one he knew too well. But the strength to turn to confirm its owner was too great for him, and instead he kept his eyes firmly on the wheeling stars above.
“Qrow?!”
A frantic note changed the voice’s tone. Vaguely, the frail man felt his body shift as a warm hand grazed his cheek. A black and red blur emerged on his peripheral, but he could not bring his eyes to focus. Even as he watched, the stars streaked the sky and the clouds settled back over his vision. Abstractly he wondered if they were filling the sky or just his mind...
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Gently, Raven pulled her broken brother’s head into her lap, tears streaking her face. While the evidence of the vicious battle that had obviously taken place there was mostly up in black smoke, Qrow’s wounds told enough of the story.
His breath had been ragged and raspy when she had arrived, but now his labored breath was gasps for air. Eyesight clouded over, his consciousness was slipping, and he was long past gone.
Sometimes, Raven had to admit, sometimes even the strong will fall at the hands of the many.
As he gasped for air, she could see the frantic last few moments in her brother’s sightless gaze, and she wanted nothing more than to soothe him. A memory stirred in her mind- a song that she remembered from their childhood...
Ever so softly, a mild tenor filled the silent night air.
Of all the money that e’er I had,
I’ve spent it in good company.
And all the harm that e’er I’ve done,
Alas it was to none but me.
And all I’ve done for want of wit,
To memory now, I can’t recall.
So fill to me the parting glass,
Good night and joy be with you all.
A shift happened, and while the gasps still came and shallower, they were calmer and his brow softened. Despite the sorrow that clawed at her throat, she pressed on.
Of all the comrades that e’er I had
They are sorry at my going away.
And all the sweethearts that e’er I had
They would wish me one more day to stay.
But since it falls unto my lot
That I should rise and you should not
I’ll gently rise and I’ll softly call.
Goodnight and joy be with you all.
A final shudder, as his face fell peaceful. Raven gently closed his eyes, and placed a soft kiss on his forehead. Two tears fell.
Goodnight and joy be with you all.
Kimi no na wa au
The day of the comet, they switch bodies and taki dies in her body
Horrible Au
“Sometimes I steal flowers from your garden on my way to the cemetery, but today you’ve caught me and have demanded to come with me to make sure the "girl is pretty enough to warrant flower theft" and I'm trying to figure out how to break it to you that we're on our way to a graveyard” AU
Decided to make an AU for the old fella. Au where the hunter ( player ) never did kill Gascoigne in a series of lacking events. The old hunters wish to put him down as he is a beast but Eileen ( don’t know why I keep choosing her ) opposes this and insists they simply tie him up where he can not harm them and tries to use the music box to help “ bring his sanity back” thus either failing and him haveing to be put down anyway, or succeeding some how and he remembers what he did to his wife, sees his daughters are dead and either commits suicide in battle, or looses all intrest in everything. Ok now back to reading dank memes.
The more I think about the depressing AU (new working title: Relationship Chicken), the longer I think it needs to be. This is a problem.
Eeeeeeeee I figured out the endgame of the depressing AU!!! I mean, there are still tons of other issues to figure out, but there's pretty much no chance I'll finish anything I don't know the ending of when I start writing.
