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[#009] Alba Gu Bra (Original)
Theme Prompt: #009 – The Night Before
Title: Alba Gu Bra
Fandom: Original
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes. Sorta.
Word Count: 719
Summary: Making the most of their April Fool’s day tradition, they had set up camp on the far end of the field, and Mark was getting ready to go through his usual pre-paintball tradition before the sun comes up and they are launched into the fields of battle.
“Sons of Scotland, I am William Wallace.”
There’s a long period of silence as Mark stared down at his two best friends, both of them looking entirely unimpressed in their paint ball gear. Making the most of their April Fool’s day tradition, they had set up camp on the far end of the field, and Mark was getting ready to go through his usual pre-paintball tradition before the sun comes up and they are launched into the fields of battle. He huffs as the silence prolongs, blowing the long sandy blond hair out of his face as he looks between the two of them.
“C’mon guys.”
“Nope,” Adrian sighs as he checks he over his weaponry, making sure everything is in working order. “Not doin’ it this year.”
“Why not? It’s tradition!”
“Okay, first of all?” Jules says as she pulls her long brown hair up into a ponytail. “Not a son of Scotland. And you’re not even freaking Scottish.”
“Additionally, you want me to recite lines from the whitest white movie ever made.” Adrian glances up under a furrowed brow and shakes his head. “Not happening.”
“Never mind how the Celtic armies totally would send in women warriors to confuse the fuck out of the Roman soldiers and give themselves the upper hand. Women warriors are so underappreciated in mainstream Hollywood.” Jules rolls her eyes. “Their defensive tactics were on point for dealing with uptight Puritanical Romans.”
“Seriously, Jules?” Mark looks annoyed, while Adrian tips his head to the side curiously.
“What do you mean?”
“I learned about it in one of my women’s studies courses. Female Celtic warriors would get all painted up and ride in naked alongside their male counterparts to slaughter hordes of repressive men.”
“Are you volunteering to emulate their example for morale?” Adrian grins before waggling his eyebrows at her. “Because I think that is a much better pre-war prep talk.”
Jules glares at him for a moment before promptly punching him in the shoulder. The other boy hisses out an ow, while Jules turns back to Mark. “Why don’t we table the inspirational speeches this year and just … relax.”
“I can’t relax.” Mark huffs as he drops down between the two of them, running a hand over his face. “We have lost every year. I do not want to lose again.”
“You also do the Braveheart speech every year. I don’t think sticking with tradition is going to save us this year.”
He sighs heavily. “I’m team captain. I should at least do something inspirational.”
“I still think Jules showing us her tits would be very inspirational.” This time Matt punches him, but he laughs through it, as the blow doesn’t nearly have as much force behind it. “Alright, alright – what do we have to work with here? I have a feeling your wealth of inspirational speeches are from war films and inspirational sports movies.”
“Or he could just … say something from the heart?” Both boys stare at her for a moment, and she rolls her eyes. “Right. Now presumptuous of me that you would actually use your own words.”
“Let’s try the other end of things.” Adrian claps his friend on the shoulder before shoving him up. “Inspirational sports movies. Let’s do this.”
Mark gets to his feet, considering for a moment before grinning. “Alright. I got it.” He takes a deep breath, composes himself, and prepares to move forward. “Anybody know what this place is? This is Gettysburg – ”
“Dude, I am going to stop you right there. You cannot do Denzel.”
“You said you were tired of the white people movies.”
“I said Braveheart was the whitest white movie. Please, like black people didn’t exist in Scotland. But that doesn’t mean you can try and do Denzel Washington.”
Mark throws his hands up in the air as the sun begins to rise, signaling that the battle is going to begin soon. As he turns away from them Adrian and Jules glance to each other for a moment, before they both sigh and Jules turns back to their friend’s back.
“William Wallace is seven feet tall.”
There’s a pause, as a small smile crosses Mark’s face that they can’t see, and then he turns to face them again. “Yes, I’ve heard. Kills men by the hundreds … ”
Title: Alba Gu Bra
Fandom: Original
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes. Sorta.
Word Count: 719
Summary: Making the most of their April Fool’s day tradition, they had set up camp on the far end of the field, and Mark was getting ready to go through his usual pre-paintball tradition before the sun comes up and they are launched into the fields of battle.
“Sons of Scotland, I am William Wallace.”
There’s a long period of silence as Mark stared down at his two best friends, both of them looking entirely unimpressed in their paint ball gear. Making the most of their April Fool’s day tradition, they had set up camp on the far end of the field, and Mark was getting ready to go through his usual pre-paintball tradition before the sun comes up and they are launched into the fields of battle. He huffs as the silence prolongs, blowing the long sandy blond hair out of his face as he looks between the two of them.
“C’mon guys.”
“Nope,” Adrian sighs as he checks he over his weaponry, making sure everything is in working order. “Not doin’ it this year.”
“Why not? It’s tradition!”
“Okay, first of all?” Jules says as she pulls her long brown hair up into a ponytail. “Not a son of Scotland. And you’re not even freaking Scottish.”
“Additionally, you want me to recite lines from the whitest white movie ever made.” Adrian glances up under a furrowed brow and shakes his head. “Not happening.”
“Never mind how the Celtic armies totally would send in women warriors to confuse the fuck out of the Roman soldiers and give themselves the upper hand. Women warriors are so underappreciated in mainstream Hollywood.” Jules rolls her eyes. “Their defensive tactics were on point for dealing with uptight Puritanical Romans.”
“Seriously, Jules?” Mark looks annoyed, while Adrian tips his head to the side curiously.
“What do you mean?”
“I learned about it in one of my women’s studies courses. Female Celtic warriors would get all painted up and ride in naked alongside their male counterparts to slaughter hordes of repressive men.”
“Are you volunteering to emulate their example for morale?” Adrian grins before waggling his eyebrows at her. “Because I think that is a much better pre-war prep talk.”
Jules glares at him for a moment before promptly punching him in the shoulder. The other boy hisses out an ow, while Jules turns back to Mark. “Why don’t we table the inspirational speeches this year and just … relax.”
“I can’t relax.” Mark huffs as he drops down between the two of them, running a hand over his face. “We have lost every year. I do not want to lose again.”
“You also do the Braveheart speech every year. I don’t think sticking with tradition is going to save us this year.”
He sighs heavily. “I’m team captain. I should at least do something inspirational.”
“I still think Jules showing us her tits would be very inspirational.” This time Matt punches him, but he laughs through it, as the blow doesn’t nearly have as much force behind it. “Alright, alright – what do we have to work with here? I have a feeling your wealth of inspirational speeches are from war films and inspirational sports movies.”
“Or he could just … say something from the heart?” Both boys stare at her for a moment, and she rolls her eyes. “Right. Now presumptuous of me that you would actually use your own words.”
“Let’s try the other end of things.” Adrian claps his friend on the shoulder before shoving him up. “Inspirational sports movies. Let’s do this.”
Mark gets to his feet, considering for a moment before grinning. “Alright. I got it.” He takes a deep breath, composes himself, and prepares to move forward. “Anybody know what this place is? This is Gettysburg – ”
“Dude, I am going to stop you right there. You cannot do Denzel.”
“You said you were tired of the white people movies.”
“I said Braveheart was the whitest white movie. Please, like black people didn’t exist in Scotland. But that doesn’t mean you can try and do Denzel Washington.”
Mark throws his hands up in the air as the sun begins to rise, signaling that the battle is going to begin soon. As he turns away from them Adrian and Jules glance to each other for a moment, before they both sigh and Jules turns back to their friend’s back.
“William Wallace is seven feet tall.”
There’s a pause, as a small smile crosses Mark’s face that they can’t see, and then he turns to face them again. “Yes, I’ve heard. Kills men by the hundreds … ”