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shadowglitter) wrote2017-11-25 11:18 am
shadowglitter) wrote2017-11-25 11:18 am
PSL || poe/odin
WAY TO REJECT ME YOU FLIGHTY AIRBORN PIECE OF SHIT! WAY TO FUCK EVERYTHING UP FOR ME AND MY HEART, FOREVER AND EVER, ALWAYS UNTIL FOREVER
HEY YO YOU TOLD ME TO WRITE A LIST SO GUESS WHAT!!!!!! IT'S TIME FOR US TO GET FUNKY AS FUUUUUUCKKKKKKKK
god i am not going to bother formatting this
TO DO LIST:
1. SEXTING FROM BOOT CAMP ringverse AU
2. prince/concubine AU - owain's the prince, poe's a concubine to the king, paranoia and political assassination ensues, etc etc etc etc etc
3. vampire hooker AU?? owain gonna get his gothic goth goth dick wet in that spooky vampire butt
4. HAHA BOOM WE'RE DOING IT I LINKED THE POST DOWN THERE
5. enemies of war AU - owain's a good guy on the bad guy side who almost loses his life trying to save poe even though he's an enemy soldier, poes like What, Shit, Damn, gay shit ensues
6. HNENENGH
7. ANGELS AND DEMONSSSSSSsss
8. 20s AU///?? YES. YES ALRIGHT
9. WW1 AU WHATS Up
10. ?? there was something that was supposed to go here from the kink meme
11. samurai champloo AU what up. chon'sin. Shit
12. bBODYSWAPPpappapp
long-term AU posts:
HEY YO YOU TOLD ME TO WRITE A LIST SO GUESS WHAT!!!!!! IT'S TIME FOR US TO GET FUNKY AS FUUUUUUCKKKKKKKK
god i am not going to bother formatting this
TO DO LIST:
1. SEXTING FROM BOOT CAMP ringverse AU
2. prince/concubine AU - owain's the prince, poe's a concubine to the king, paranoia and political assassination ensues, etc etc etc etc etc
3. vampire hooker AU?? owain gonna get his gothic goth goth dick wet in that spooky vampire butt
4. HAHA BOOM WE'RE DOING IT I LINKED THE POST DOWN THERE
5. enemies of war AU - owain's a good guy on the bad guy side who almost loses his life trying to save poe even though he's an enemy soldier, poes like What, Shit, Damn, gay shit ensues
6. HNENENGH
7. ANGELS AND DEMONSSSSSSsss
8. 20s AU///?? YES. YES ALRIGHT
9. WW1 AU WHATS Up
10. ?? there was something that was supposed to go here from the kink meme
11. samurai champloo AU what up. chon'sin. Shit
12. bBODYSWAPPpappapp
long-term AU posts:
⚔⛉☆ PLEDGED
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The War went on for several years. How Poe actually lived through it, he had no idea, but by the time it was over he was an Admiral, and he had lost pretty much everyone he'd ever cared about. It was war - that was what happened - but when Peace was finally found, he was a cog that no longer fit. Peacetime wasn't for him - it never had been.
Earth had been the only place where he'd been able to make peace make sense.
The Republic didn't need him, anymore. He was young, to retire, but everyone understood. The ring at his neck had never left him. There was no life to settle into. No family. His dad had died years ago, and that had been the last link.
All his squadmates had died during the war. Rose. Finn.
Rey had survived, but it was almost worse, seeing her. Reminding him of a past full of Hope.
He wanted to go home.
But home wasn't the same.
He tried to settle back into Earth, but the faces weren't the same and neither was he. The grey sprinkled through his hair was obvious, as was the mechanical arm, the slight haze to his right eye. Those wounds were visible.
But most weren't.
He looked for Owain the day he arrived. Didn't know how he felt, that he hadn't come back. The war, maybe, still raging. He tried to chalk it up to another loss - another death - and let it be - but he couldn't.
Instead he found himself booking passage to Nohr via the porter.
The reception wasn't warm, but they gave him the information he needed. Odin had survived. And then he had disappeared.
It took a lot more, to find out where he'd gone.
But when he the porter finally sent him to the dead world, it was only a week after Owain had arrived there.
Time just didn't line up.
He would have preferred to go the moment that Owain went, stop him, bring him back - but the Porter wasn't a completely accurate device.
It took him two days, until he saw any other sign of life on the mostly-barren planet. Signs of a fire, off on the horizon. It had to be Owain. There was no other explanation. He walked the entire day, his feet sore and blistered, but he didn't stop. And when he finally reached the fire - burning low - there was no one there. He couldn't have been far - the embers were still burning - but the disappointment was heavy. He slumped down on the closest object to him - only to immediately stand up when he realised what it was.
Graves.
He was surrounded by the dead.
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His hearing had always been one of the best among the humans in any of his fleets. Soldiers relied on him, on his reflexes, and when he held an arm out to stop the Shepards or the Army from moving, they knew to follow his every order. A broken branch a mountain away, boots crunching through leaves in the distance - all of it sent red flags through Owain's mind in a way nothing else ever did. He could pick up footsteps and know by the weight of them how many enemies were closing in, and he knew, as Poe stood away from that grave, that there was only one.
Only one. It had to be a Risen. There were no survivors, not in Ylisse. He'd worried, before coming here, that corpses would still shamble among the vines and the rot, ruining whatever peace and beauty could be found in this shell of a planet, this husk of a world. He hadn't found any yet, but in the silence he'd spend wasting away in front of his mother's grave, he's filled with hate when he realizes he'd finally fucking found one.
He wasn't going to fucking let them take anything more from him.
He sees the figure, standing by Sully's grave, and his heart is blinded by red. She was his aunt, almost, strong and ferociously independent, the woman who gave all of her fire to Lucina and all of her stubbornness to Kjelle. To have one of the dead - who else could be here, who else could be here, who else could even want to be here - standing over her grave, over her, it's too much for him to bear. He won't let them dirty her rest, he won't let them take his quiet death away from him, he won't, he won't, he won't--
His sword is drawn, when he steps through the graveyards, drawing in on Poe. He steps closer and closer, blade steady, ready to ram through the undead's back and pour its insides to the ground, one last drop of blood spilled in this hell. His sword is shaking in his hands, and it falls to the ground, when he sees the Risen's face.
Poe--
He's aged. They both have, but none more than Poe, and if Owain wasn't already shattered into so many different pieces, he might have been able to break just that last fraction more. He's not sure what to do, where to go, what to say, he just-- that's Poe, that's Poe, that's his Poe, that's his fucking Poe, the man he wanted to give the world for, once, the man who took his heart and kept it warm and saved him from so, so much without even noticing he was doing it.
"Wh--" His voice cracks and dies, as he tries to speak, having gone so long without use. He goes to rub his eyes, finding they're starting to sting, and he's shocked when he realizes he's crying. He looks up at Poe, again, and takes a step forward. And then another, and then another, and then another.
He slams his lips to Poe's with every last fucking drop of energy he has. He forgets where they are, forgets why he came here, forgets everything as he pulls his shaking hands through Poe's hair and tugs, making sure he's real and alive and that this is real and he's alive--
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The sword clattered to the ground.
He'd had words prepared. Had spent days attempting to find the right ones. But then Owain was standing before him, barely any older than he remembered him - younger, still, than Poe had been when he'd met him - and yet here in this world of graves, ready to die.
He couldn't see out of one eye anyway, and the other blurred dangerously as tears started to fill them, start sliding down his cheeks. Both sides. Apparently he didn't need to be able to see, to be able to weep. He didn't make a sound, though, all those words still caught in his chest, overwhelmed by grief. His hand twitched, wanting to reach out, a half step in Owain's direction--
And then suddenly Owain's lips were on his and Poe sobbed against his mouth, hands grasps the back of Owain's neck, thumbs clamped hard against the man's jaw, returning the kiss like he was afraid that Owain might disappear from his hands at any second.
Might burst into nothing but a mist of blood.
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They have all the time in the world. This world is nothing but time. Death in stasis, empty and unwilling to find progress.
When he breaks from Poe it's with a violent shudder that makes him look like he's about to be ill, so resistant as he is to the thought of letting go. He's dizzy, for a moment, and his fingernails curl against Poe's shirt and he's blind from tears - but then that illness is real, and he feels like hell. His knees buckle from hunger and from days of walking with little to no sleep, and he collapses, forehead against Poe's collarbone, the rest of his body unwilling to hold itself up.
"Fuck--"
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Everything else was pushed from Poe's mind - the time, the distance, the loss- because he knew what this was and what it looked like.
"I'm taking you home," he told Owain roughly, his voice far grittier than it bad been, over a decade and a half ago. "I'm not losing you, too."
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The world tilts and he shuts his eyes tight, burying into Poe's chest. His thoughts are a mess, and he still doesn't know if this is real.
"Even if I did-- I can't," he says, weak, voice so much like a grave covered in dust. "I'm supposed to-- this is where I'm supposed to be, this is what I'm supposed to do. I let this-- I let this world die, I let my family die, I let everything die and I've got a duty to my kingdom and to my country to fade away with them, I--"
The argument sounds weaker than it ever did before, now that he's wrapped up in the false arm of his savior. He's still leaning too heavily on Poe to feel like anything less than a burden, so he struggles to stand, and he-- succeeds, mostly, but he's still too woozy to walk. He leans on Poe's shoulder and finally, finally gets a good look at him. He's still so fucking handsome, but it's under so much age, so much pain, and Owain can barely look at him without his heart breaking.
"What... happened to you... since I last saw you?" His eyes dart down and away. "Who-- did you lose?"
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He wasn't sure what he would do, if Owain refused to leave this place.
Poe's a lot more stiff than he used to be - a lot more still. His reflexes not quite as fast as they used to be. But he's stable, and unwavering, and he takes Owain's weight easily.
"We won," He said, his voice still gruff from being unused the last few days. "... The Alliance won," he corrected. We was too great a word.
He had lost everything. Winning the war was all he had.
"But it's done, Owain. And so is this. There's no point- your death here would mean nothing. But if you decide to stay -" He let out a hard breath, his good eye meeting Owain's. "... Then so will I."
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This graveyard is a part of him. This world is where he came from, it's what he bled for and fought for and it's where he should have died when he was just fourteen years old and ready for it. In another timeline, he saved everyone who lived here, but it wasn't-- them. The mother he saved in the other Ylisse isn't his mother, whose grave he stands beside - the father whose shoulder he cried on wasn't the same man who bled and crumbled with his hands clawing at his son as he told him to run. And they should have been. He should have saved them, and he didn't, so he should die with them, like he deserves.
This world is a part of him.
But it isn't a part of Poe.
The thought that Poe would stay here by his side, despite everything, despite what that might mean, ruins every good part of him that still beats. He breaks out in a sob that's more of a wail, hands shaking like earthquakes, his whole body a tremor wracked with sorrow. All he's ever wanted was to be with someone who would give anything for him - that he could give anything for - and now he has that and he's so, so, so, so close to throwing it away just because he thinks he doesn't deserve it.
The tremors get worse, and-- he cries.
He cries for a long time. A long, long time. Half an hour, maybe more. It starts in loud, violent sobs that almost drag Poe to the ground, Owain throwing himself with what little strength he has against him, knocking the pilot back to have a grave against his spine as Owain just fucking loses it in his arms. He screams into Poe's chest for all the years he's lost, for all the sins he's committed, all the people who needed him that he could have done so much more for but didn't. He screams, and he screams, and he screams, and he screams, until-- finally-- he chokes out a fragile, dragging hiccup, an eternity later, falling as silent as the rest of the world around him. Frayed, empty. Lungs raw with energy and too much use. Every part of him drained all but dry.
And then he stays quiet, for a while. Just needing to be held, not to talk. Curled in on himself with grief and with guilt and - for the first time in so, so long - with a spark to stay alive. If Poe lets him, Owain will be the first to break the silence that falls between them, raspy and quiet.
"I--"
It feels like a betrayal, saying this. He can't look at Poe when he does, hiding against him.
"I'm not ready to die," he confesses, like that's the most fucked up, awful, disgusting thing for him to say. But he can't say more than that, not here, not in the shadow of his parents. He wants America, he wants home, he wants Poe, he wants Poe, he wants Poe.