[They come in shades, the three of them. Despite the duality of magnetism, he feels it fitting to describe the manner in which they drift towards one another, like a collection of black holes set on their inevitable path to calamitous union.
Who takes care of the legends, when they are at their lowest? Who supports the unbreakable when they break? Who defends the infamous from their own undoing?
One another, of course.]
Using DestinyTober prompts to slowly introduce and further my ambitious OC/Canon/Canon agenda. OC-centric, but relates to the 'Playing Nice' verse. Not necessarily in chronologic order.
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27 Nov 2020
"I miss you," says Saint. With his optical receptors shuttered, he can almost feel the words straining across millions of kilometers of empty space--the long, raw cold between Earth and wherever Osiris's research has taken him.
Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types
20 Nov 2020
When Jango is thrown into the cell he is pissed, bleeding, and ready to kill the next person that gets close to him. He hits the floor hard and by the time he gets up on his knees the cell’s energy shield is back up and the guard has walked away. Jango’s arms are shackled in front of him and his armor is gone, but his feet are free and he is barefoot. The cell is tiny, maybe 1.5 m wide and 2 m long, there is no bed and there is a hole in the floor in one corner for him to piss in, three of the walls are metal, and the one wall of energy shield. All in all, not the worst place he has ever been held, but not the best either.
“Hello there.” A smooth voice says and Jango looks out into the hall, but he can’t see anyone. Jango stays silent and keeps his ears and eyes peeled.
On your left.” The male-sounding voice says again and Jango realizes that the voice comes from the next cell over.
Jango considers his options and then huffs. “Hello.”
“Ah, he speaks.” The voice says and Jango can hear the relief. “Are you alright? You didn’t look too good when they carried you in.”
Severus Snape has always loved the ocean. Unfortunately, the tides of his own life are drowning him, and he thinks that death is the only way out. After throwing himself into sea, he suffocates under the waves, and his body was never found
Unable to save her friend, Lily mourns, but eventually is able to move on and marry James Potter, who is constantly wrestling with guilt over Severus' death.
Years later, their son, Harry Potter is saved from drowning by a peculiar young merboy, with black hair, glittering eyes, and a telltale hooked nose, who has no memory except waking up on the ocean floor, covered in seaweed.
Knowing that the Ocean gave Severus a second chance at life, Lily and James take Severus in as their own, and hope to give him a better childhood than the one that he had. But what if it's not that easy? And what if Severus has continuous nightmares that point him to the truth of who he really was?
19 Nov 2020
Obi-Wan stood in front of a young boy, no older than nine standard years, his hair dark and curly, and his eyes wide. He looked at Obi-Wan in disbelief, a quiet “Gaa’tayl?” falling from his lips.
“Elek.” Obi-Wan answered with the same accent of the boy hanging off his words.
aka Obi-Wan and Anakin run into a rather lost Boba while on a mission in the lower levels of Coruscant, deciding it's a good idea to return the child to his father before Jango's murderous reputation is put to good use.
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24 Nov 2020