My favourite thing in all of Xena is when Gabrielle’s spent a whole season being a pacifist. And she’s met sort-of Jesus and he’s very much endorsed the whole not-killing-people thing and she’s really feeling pretty good about the new non-violent her.
And then the instant Xena’s in serious danger Gab picks up a sword and just fucking LAYS INTO the motherfuckers who hurt her. It’s BRUTAL. Because there’s literally nothing in the world that matters to Gabrielle more than Xena.
It’s seriously the most romantic moment in anything I’ve ever seen.
[OW Shapeshifter AU] Oh yes, now with human forms too! (͡• ͜ʖ ͡•) These are their animal forms
[HERE Purr ❤]
[Story]When Reyes was in charge of the Blackwatch Clan he tended to break in unnecessary fights to (in his opinion) defend the Clan. Morrison spoke up for all the clan members in order to stop this and settle down but that made Reyes even angrier. Not only Morrison was a beta, but also his lover, and he felt the whole thing like a betrayal.
While looking up angel stuff, I came across the fact that “Balthasar” was the name of one of the three wise men, so that got me thinking.
Balthazar actually was one of the wise men. He brought the gold.
“You twits! Frankincense? Myrh? She just gave birth in bleeding barn and you’re bringing her perfume?? They need money! Cash! I don’t care if they could sell it, you’re making the process much more complicated than it needs to be. Gold is not uncreative… it’s practical. This is, for all intents and purposes, my half-brother and I’m not about to bring a lousy gift.” (passes an angel sitting outside, smoking a pipe) “Hey, Gabriel.”
“’Sup, Balth. Still on for drinks later this week?”
I was super in love with this prompt, and then it tried to kudzu its
way out of my hands so that was a thing. So now it’s kind of… divided into 3
parts? Because this thing would’ve never seen the light of day due to me
obsessively picking at it and going back instead of moving forward. By chopping
it up it’s… somehow a lot easier to move forward.
This will ideally eventually feature some of my headcanons about the
fall of Overwatch, slightly modified to apply better to this particular fic B)
Also mildly canon-divergent in regards to Mercy’s position and role in the
story/organization, shh, don’t worry I promise I kind of know what I’m
2068 – OVERWATCH, ZÜRICH HEADQUARTERS
“The Iceland labs have gone dark, sir.”
Jack stood slowly from his desk, eyes slowly narrowing as the words
sunk in, sent the gears in his head turning.
“What do you mean they’ve gone dark?”
Lab goes quiet, lights out,
alarmed yelling, the first round of a firearm cracking into the darkness.