me too henry

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“Your mother was a housewife! Why couldn’t you swallow your goddamn pride and just come home to her? You tell me why!”

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Rhyne, Henry reborn lolol. My fatesona’s child with his Henry!canon colours~

CANON CLASS WOULD BE FALCON KNIGHT I spent too long unlocking that class but I also like the looks of diviner and wyvern rider, so here they are

anonymous asked:

1. The fifth time they meet, it is because she seeks him out at the Royal castle. It is several weeks after he allowed her to escape from the Dark One’s dungeon, and she has recovered fully from her wounds. She tries to tell herself to let that be their final interaction – he had the opportunity to end her life, but chose not to, which means he’s moving on from thoughts of vengeance. She should lie low and permit him to walk that path without having to deal with her - the person he blames.

2. She should also be making the most of her second chance, moving on from her old life and family. And yet, if there is one thing she can’t do, it is to let go of her son completely. Facing an existence without seeing him is even harder when another version is so close. So, against her better judgement, she finds herself one evening pushing her dinner to one side, taking a deep breath and allowing her magic to transport her away.

3. She reappears next to a bench set amongst some rose bushes. It is a small, private side-garden, accessible only to those who know both where the door is hidden and also have the key. The bushes look cared for, so she can tell at least someone tends the plants inside. Her instincts told her to come her, so she settles on the bench and waits. A long time passes, her fingers becoming cold from the breeze. Her wounds may be healed but her body is still more tired and sensitive than before.

4. Finally, when the last of the daylight has vanished and the stars have made their appearance, she hears the sound of a key in the lock. Someone enters, closing the door behind them, and then footsteps near. She waits patiently as the person approaches, letting herself smirk slightly when the feet come to an abrupt halt. ‘We’ve spoken before without guards,’ she pushes, when the silence lingers. Henry – King Henry, as she always has to tell herself – moves into view.

5. ‘How do you even know about this place?’ he asks, a curious expression on his face instead of exhibiting fear or hatred. She supposes that is definitely a step in the right direction. ‘I gather you read that book back to front several times?’ she replies, already knowing the answer. He nods, choosing to lean against a statue rather than join her on the bench. He’s dressed in typical night robes for this land – not something her Henry would be seen dead in. She smiles at the thought.

6. ‘Well, when we had that year where we were all sent from Storybrooke back to the Enchanted Forest, and I was separated from my Henry-’ she breaks off, pain in her heart at the similar situations. And yet this time, there is no Snow or David or even Belle around her. ‘We stayed in our version of this castle – the entire pathetic group of people. I would come here every night, just to have some peace, and think about Henry without Snow asking me every five minutes if I was alright.’ 

7. She almost bites her tongue when she realizes she’s mentioned Snow’s name. The death of his grandparents and disappearance of his mother is of course all on her head in his eyes – even if she wasn’t the version to actually perform those acts. Henry crosses his arms, but appears to contemplate what she says. ‘If what is written in the book is true,’ he begins slowly, ‘And I’m not saying that I believe it - it could just be your way of trying to trick me.’

8. He glances sideways at this, and she knows he’s lying – he does believe the book, at least somewhat. ‘If it were true though, you two ended up being close then? You and Grandma?’ She smiles sadly at him, and nods. ‘We forgave each other, and became family. She was always giving me ridiculous hope speeches. Emma became a dear friend too. I miss them.’ He bites his lip, clearly turning something over in his mind. ‘If it was so difficult during that year, why did you leave again? Leave Henry?’ 

9. ‘It’s all there in the book, Henry,’ she says gently. ‘I didn’t have a choice about leaving. And I miss him, every single day.’ Silence falls for a moment. Her hands are getting colder, and she rubs them together slightly. ‘I’m not him,’ Henry blurts out suddenly. ‘I’m not your son. I have no memories of growing up with you, or living in that world.’ She remembers then – remembers mistaking him for her Henry when she lay dying. Maybe that is what made him believe in the book. 

10. ‘I know you aren’t my son,’ she admits, twisting her fingers together. ‘That doesn’t mean you aren’t like my Henry in many ways though. You’re him if he had had a very different upbringing, is all.’ He snorts at this, rubbing a toe into the dirt. He looks very much like a teenager in this moment, and nothing like a King. ‘I’m not trying to replace my son,’ she continues, watching his face closely. ‘And if you want, I can leave and you’ll never have to see me or think about me ever again.’ 

11. He becomes quiet again at this offer, and the silence stretches on so long that she makes a move to stand up and transport herself away. If that is his choice, then she will respect it. But as soon as she’s standing, he holds out a hand. ‘I have to welcome all the nobles in the Kingdom to the castle next week,’ he tells her, in an odd shift in topic. ‘I’m slightly terrified that they won’t take me seriously, considering the fact that they’re all at least two decades older than me.’

12. ‘Overwhelm them with polite steeliness,’ she advises him with a twitch of her lips. ‘I became Queen at a rather young age myself, and found if you’re polite but don’t let them get away with anything, the old curmudgeons learn to respect you quite quickly.’ He nods, and at last smiles back. ‘I know, I read the books,’ he tells her. At her confused expression, he elaborates. ‘Our history books, about your reign. When you weren’t trying to track Grandma down, you were a pretty good ruler.’ 

13. She laughs slightly, and shrugs her shoulders. ‘Helped that a lot of them were scared of me,’ she admits, pursing her lips. ‘Not a prudent route for you to take.’ He drops his chin in agreement. ‘Most of my advisors are terrible,’ he confides with a wince. ‘Half of them don’t know what they’re talking about, and the other half want to run the kingdom themselves.’ She knows that feeling well, and extends a hand out, letting it hang in the air between them for a moment in a gesture of peace. 

14. ‘I understand that, I do,’ she tells him seriously. ‘If you ever need another person’s opinion, I’m always available.’ She feels stupid at the offer, but there is a flicker of relief in his eyes, or so she chooses to see. ‘I come to this garden every night myself,’ he informs her. ‘None of my guards are allowed to disturb me here.’ They stare at each other for a moment, with new-found understanding. ‘Good night, Henry,’ she says, and she sees him smile before she transports herself away.

last night i had a thought that consisted of little more than “lesbian blue sargent” which is of course not only canon contradictory but bluesey contradictory which is more than maybe my poor heart can take but also like.. imagine this

imagine blue sargent who’s been told her entire life that when she has her first kiss he’s going to die and well, when your future’s already been written in the stars next to that telltale “he”, you don’t really think about sexuality too hard 

the curse still means everything it did before, that she needs to stay away from boys, and especially away from kissing them and somehow that’s just never been that big of a deal but she knows it should be, that she should want it the way other girls do and in a way she does, because she sees that comfort and familiarity and love and wants those feelings for herself but never seems to want the boys that are supposed to come with it

when adam asks her out she says yes, because he’s good looking and polite and maybe this can be something even if they can’t kiss and eventually this warm fondness she feels will turn to something else and she’ll realize that this is how all the other girls felt before they fell in love, that her anomaly was misunderstanding and nothing deeper than that

gansey finds out about her curse. “don’t tell adam,” she says. “it’s like that, is it?” he asks, a little surprised and little playful. god I hope not, she thinks before catching herself. If she doesn’t want that, then what does she want?

she still kisses noah and hopes that maybe she’s found her loophole, that her first kiss was with a boy already dead. but she knows deep down that kissing the incorporeal doesn’t really count as her first. it’s sort of nice in an empty way that leaves her wanting to do it again and again until she can pinpoint exactly how it made her feel and also makes her wish she had never done it at all

it’s because im not in love, she tells herself, it’d probably be different if it was with adam (but she knows, somewhere deep and painful, that it wouldn’t be)

maybe that’s part of why she breaks up with adam, but it’s also because he’s been so angry and lost lately and she just can’t deal with it. she feels bad because she knows he’s hurting and needs someone who can be with him as he goes through whatever this is and part of her wishes that could be her but it’s just not

gansey picks her up not long after because she called him and asked him to and he’s not totally sure if this means he’s taking sides in whatever transpired but blue asked him to be there for her and he knows adam would never. she doesn’t want to talk about adam but that’s ok because he doesn’t want to either so they drive for a while before he finally tells her everything that happened in dc and asks what happened with their breakup

everything comes out in a way she didn’t expect it to, a way she’s been too afraid to even admit to herself. how she wants it to be about the curse but knows that it isn’t, how she knows how deserving adam is of love, and how resentful she’s been of herself for knowing she was never going to be able to give it in the ways he wanted

“well you can’t expect to have chemistry with everyone who likes you,” gansey says. “yeah,” she admits, “but I don’t think that’s it. I just don’t think I like boys.” something drops in gansey’s heart for a moment because despite everything, despite adam, he’s started to notice blue’s soft skin, the way the bridge of her forehead crinkles when she laughs, but he gets over it because this is blue, his friend, opening up in ways he can tell she hasn’t before

“that’s cool” he says, and then after a careful moment, because he knows his words have a way of being unwitting weapons and this is a sensitive topic, “girls then? or nobody?” “girls,” she says with a fair amount of confidence. “okay then I have to ask… that waitress at nino’s? with the dark curly hair? she’s attractive, right?” blue laughs, “yeah.. yeah she is”. gansey nods, satisfied. “ronan wouldn’t give me his opinion.” “well I think there’s other reasons for that.”

so maybe blue doesn’t really date in high school, even as she grows more comfortable and open with who she is. there’s a lot going on in her life between high school and welsh kings and still knowing that gansey is going to die and she might kill him because… well she still saw him on st mark’s eve and true love is pretty much off the table. also, the dating pool for girls who like girls in henrietta is pretty limited but that’s ok because she has a whole future ahead of her and she has friends who she loves and that’s what feels important right now

it’s adam who figures it out once she tells him what happened in that graveyard that night, how a mirror soul like hers and one made a mirror by the ley line like gansey’s cant connect, how this is how the curse and gansey’s not yet dead ghost must intersect. “I mean that makes sense,” blue says when he tells them. “but I don’t see how the kissing part is going to happen. gansey isn’t exactly my type”. they all laugh, but soberly, because they’ve learned not to believe in coincidences

“jane I hope you don’t mind kissing me” he asks her months later with a good nature that doesn’t seem to fit the direness of the situation. and she does, of course she minds, how can she not mind knowingly being used as an instrument of death? but it was too much written in the stars to ignore, that her first kiss would be his last, too sickeningly convenient that she can get her ill fated first kiss out of the way with her best friend who thinks he needs to die

she kisses him, and still holds him like a shouted word, like love, love, love just of a different kind and he falls from her arms

but this is not the end either and gansey wakes up, newly made by cabeswater, and the road trip goes ahead like they had planned before, never really believing they would all be alive to take it. sometimes someone will ask blue which of the boys, gansey or henry, she’s dating. “I’m gay,” she replies matter-of-factly. “me too,” says henry. gansey raises his arms in mock surrender. “I’m surrounded,” he says good naturedly and whoever asked will laugh, sometimes uncomfortably, and apologize

sometimes blue will leave her number for a cute waitress at one of the diners they stop by on the road. it never hurts to try and sometimes it works

logistically nothing has changed. she still can’t kiss gansey. but that’s not really a problem

“Today I watched one of the kids bust ass when he was trying to slide into a base. Watching them hurt themselves while they’re trying to show off always makes my day. What makes my day even better is telling them how stupid they are. But, kids are kids,” he paused to chuckle. “Stupid is as stupid does.”