Dreams and Nightmares

[ataashihunter]

A catch all post for PSLs, memes and things that are not related to TLV.

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[ataashihunter]

Who: Finn (Human Bull) and Tommy Shelby
What: A PSL
Where: Tommy's world
When:
Warnings: My guess: blood and violence will happen.

Finn had already been working on this for a few months before he ever set foot in the Garrison. He didn't want the men there to question his intentions so for the first few months he had simply kept his head down, worked hard and made sure he was seen around as someone who belonged in this community. For the last few weeks he'd stepped it up a little, made sure people had seem him as hard working, eager to step on up in the world and loyal. He knew it would take a more than a few weeks but it was a good start.

Then he had started stopping by the Garrison, having a few drinks, acting drunker than he was, playing some cards and talking to people. Polite and friendly to the people clearly in charge.

Then one night he walks up next to Tommy Shelby to order himself another drink. "Evening, Mr. Shelby" He smiles, friendly enough, as he waits for it to be poured.

[bleak_midwinter]

Everyone knows about him by now- and so, by extension, does Tommy. No one gets settled in Small Heath (of their own volition, to boot) without Tommy hearing about it. The man's trustworthy, a little too friendly but not in a suspicious way. He buys generously and gets just as drunk as the other men.

He's never talked to him before, but he indicates that he knows of him by nodding at him, raising his drink in greeting.

"Finn, is it?"

[ataashihunter]

"It is, sir." He smiles and raises his own glass. "Finn Gilman, at your service." He turns to lean on the bar, watching Tommy and the crowd. "Good turn out tonight, sir. Your brother will be pleased I guess. This is his place, is it not?"

[bleak_midwinter]

Tommy eyes the man steadily, not looking him up and down- just looking at his face, impassively.

"It is," he confirms. "And he has the luxury of not usually having to worry about turnout."

[ataashihunter]

"Don't doubt it." Finn chuckles, meeting his eyes. He doesn't challenge him, keeps the smile on his face, but he also doesn't blink away for a good long moment. Finally he does however, looking back at this glass. "Been meaning to ask your brother if he needs another hand around here. I can't pour a drink, but I can stop pretty much any fight that might break out."

[bleak_midwinter]

That stare is- lightly unsettling, the intelligence and challenge there not something he encounters often in this bar. He may not be lord and master of the place, but people know who he is, and who they really have to defer to.

"We have plenty of strong men around," he remarks, slowly, measured. "Why should we hire you?"

[ataashihunter]

"Because I do as I am told and I don't ask questions." He smiles softly down at his drink. Asking openly like this was bolder than he's used to playing it, but nothing ventured nothing lost. "Since you know my name, you most likely know that as well."

He shifts, looking back up from his drink. "And unlike anyone related to you, I don't trace back to you should something happen, I am a fresh face, people don't know me."

[bleak_midwinter]

"That's exactly the reason why we shouldn't hire you," he remarks, still leaning back against the bar. He goes about calmly lighting a cigarette as he waits for his answer.

[ataashihunter]

"Is that so, Mr Shelby?" He raises an eyebrow. He takes out a cigarette and lights it. "Well, guess I was mistaken then. My apologies." He finishes the drink and turns to leave.

[bleak_midwinter]

He lets him, this time- he wants to see how long he'll stick around for, what kind of contacts he makes. But after a few weeks Tommy still hasn't heard a single bad thing, and he thinks to himself-- he might actually check out. He might be just fine.

And so he walks up to Finn's table one night and just jerks his chin at him, motioning for him to follow.

[ataashihunter]

Finn doesn't ask, he just finishes the rest of his drink before he gets up to follow him. He grabs his jacket in case they are going outside and smiles when he finally catches up with Tommy. "Evening Mr. Shelby."

[bleak_midwinter]

"Hmm," he hums in reply, lowering his eyes as he lights a cigarette, hand cupped around it to protect the flame from the bitter chill of the wind.

"You're still here, then."

[ataashihunter]

Who: Bull, Iris and Vic (and anyone else who wants to be a pirate
What: Pirate AU
Where: Somewhere warm, sunny and with ships
When:
Warnings: Blood, gore, violence and pirates

[Starter for Iris]
The Iron Bull had been undercover for years as a pirate, traveling with various crews and sending information back to his masters. Captain Creed's ship is only the latest of many targets, and he can't help but smile as he steps up towards where her crew is resting. He mentions looking for work and someone points him in the direction of Iris.

"Ma'am." He greets her with a winning smile. "You don't happen to be in need of a few more hands, do you?"

[Starter for Vic]
He plays it cool for a while. Too eager would be a bad idea after all. But after about a week he knocks on the door to the captain's office. About time to trade some information for some trust. "Captain?"

[stands_for_hope]

WHO: Bull and Clarc [Thedas's own Kryptonian]
WHAT: Meeting
WHERE: Somewhere in the wilds
WHEN: post-DAI
WARNINGS: none so far? possible violence

The sad reality is that no matter how many battles are won or days are saved, there are always unsafe roads and those roads are unsafe due to bandits. Such a troupe had seen the lone young man bringing the remainder of his wares back from town as easy pickings to provide the group with ample foodstores but they hadn't exactly counted on the fact that said young would have skin that turned aside sword blades and enough strength to toss three of them forty paces into the trees. It made a much bigger commotion than they were counting on when they attacked him out on the road, though the young man in question wasn't making much of the racket. Instead, he was quietly sighing at them as he bashed two of them into each other seemingly effortlessly.

"-really wish you hadn't done this. Now I'll have to spend all tomorrow repairing the cart."

[ataashihunter]

Bull turned a corner in the road and spotted the fight in the distance. He had heard the fight and now quickly made his way closer. His men were elsewhere in Thedas and he was on this mission alone. The fight was over by the time he got there. He raises his hands as he approaches, making sure the man knows he is not a threat.

"Need any help?"

[stands_for_hope]

He blinked as he looked up from one of the moaning mounds of bandit to see the rather large Qunari making his way over. There weren't exactly many Qunari in the area so he must be a traveler. Made sense on a road. Hopefully, he hadn't seen much.

"No, I'm all right. These cowpies weren't very competent at anything but breaking my cart."

He breathed in quick as he looked at the damage.

"Father is going to kill me..."

Then his attention went back to Bull.

"Thank you, though. Just passing through?"

[ataashihunter]

"On my way back to Skyhold." He smiles and looks around. "I highly doubt you'll get in trouble for defending yourself."

Then he moves to check out the bandits, patting them down to find any identification or sign of them being anything other than just plain bandits.

[stands_for_hope]

"You don't know my father..."

Who had entirely reasonable expectations given what he knew his son could do but Clarc had been trying to give them the benefit of the doubt, perhaps even sell the rest of his wares. But they'd had to be thieves.

Very sore thieves now.

There wasn't anything strange on the bandits; they were just local roughs out for something free and easy. As they stood and talked, a few of them came stumbling through the trees to see how their companions had done. Upon seeing Clarc and a newcomer, one of them pointed at the boy.

"Demon! He's Demon-possessed! He threw us half to Kirkwall, three of us! With one hand!" He looked over at Bull. "I'll give you the last of my gold to cut him down with that big sword of yours, Giant! Cut him down before he kills us all!"

...Clarc's response to this wasn't particularly demonic. He facepalmed.

[ataashihunter]

Bull looked over at Clarc, looking him up and down. In his book that was a serious accusation and not one to just dismiss. "Are you?" He raises an eyebrow, hand reaching for the handle of his axe.

[stands_for_hope]

The facepalm was followed by face scrubbing.

"No, I'm not a demon," he said firmly.

The bandit shook his head FIRMLY.

"I saw 'im! His eyes glowed an unholy red when he got angry!"

Clarc couldn't help the flush of shame at the mention of it. That was a new ability, one he was still getting a handle on, and sometimes it showed when he was extremely annoyed. But it didn't make him a demon!

"I'm the one trying to sell vegetables and you're the one trying to rob me on the road. Which one sounds more like a demon, huh?"

[ataashihunter]

Bull raises an eyebrow at that. "Your eyes glowed... red?" That sounded disturbingly like something the red templars might do. He rubs his forehead. Something in his gut told him this guy wasn't a demon though. "I have some friends who can help with that."

[stands_for_hope]

That just got a huff out of him.

"I'm fine and I'm not demon and I don't need any help with anything." He pointed at his cart. "I just want to get my cart home, or the pieces of it anyway, and not get in trouble with my father."

He turned to glare at the bandit.

"And if you don't stop with this nonsense, I'm going to toss you back into the woods and then the bears can deal with you since I'm tired of it."

Bull just got a withering look.

"Sorry you got involved in all this."

[ataashihunter]

Bull frowns and then rubs his forehead. This sounded like a headache, but he also knows he has to investigate it. No matter what Clark was he has to make sure he isn't dangerous.

"How about I help you out? A qunari tend to scare scum like them away." He nods to the bandit.

"Not that I think you need it but it can't hurt."

[stands_for_hope]

He'd been about to say something because he didn't want the other man to trouble himself, but he can figure out what the real angle is as his shoulders slump. Ugh, this could get complicated.

"If you really want to. I just figured you have better things to do than escort a farmer and his broken cart for no pay."

[ataashihunter]

"Not really." he lied smoothly. "A day or two off work won't harm me." He heads over to the cart to inspect the damage, trying to see what he could do to fix it.