thebackstage | a little kink [the It's Curtains kink meme]

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So the Balladeer is Round 1's new Omniscient Narrator/Guardian Angel.

What if that omniscience comes with the side effect of immortality? His cast- his friends are scattered all across time and space, and they're all beautifully, woefully, mortal.

Give me something bittersweet, with B realizing that every time he visits they're getting older. Or maybe he's started noticing some silver at Hans' temples or some smile lines around his eyes, while he himself looks exactly the same.

Or maybe the first time someone passes on of natural causes. Or maybe the last time. Does he sing their stories, preserve their legacies, keep them alive in spirit by remembering them? Not as they were in their own shows, but as they grew to be in his, and the stories that they wrote for themselves afterward.

I wrote this on my phone so I hope there aren't any weird typos. Also it became super Hansadeer but whatever it's midnight and I'm posting it. But this prompt is honestly so good everyone should write it, don't let my shipping stop you.

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The Balladeer notices it in Hans first. Time. Without an anchor to the narrative like he has it was only a matter of time before his age began to show. Silver begins to dust his temples, and though Hans still enjoys the way the Balladeer can choose whatever eye color he's feeling that day, the attention also draws him to notice the wrinkles gathering around his eyes.

"They make me look dignified," Hans jokes, well aware that it's been a long time since anyone besides Winslow called him otherwise. Even Arendelle allowed him back nowadays, so long as the Balladeer remained by his side. And when didn't he?

"Don't worry about it so much. Billy looks practically the same too, your actor must age really well," Hans reassures him. Eventually the Balladeer couldn't keep lying to him. He explained it as best he could, about actors and works of fiction and they'd spent enough time together that Hans sort of gets it. He doesn't see, of course, he can't see his words as text or feel the narrative shift in tone when the Balladeer finally realized what that means.

It's hard to keep track of dates and times when you exist outside of it. Hans is good at that, at least. Two years since they last visited Paris, one year since Chicago, four months since they were last in Arendelle. Time only passes because Hans seems to say so. The Balladeer knows he could show up before, or after or anytime they wanted (they are essentially time traveling, he explains, and Hans nods. He read something like it in the library.) That was almost twenty years ago. The library, but they've been to so many different worlds and seen so many things that Hans knows better than to doubt what he can see.

"You don't look a day over twenty." Hans smiles at him. Of course, The Balladeer never looked twenty for as long as either of them have had stories. He won't look a day older even after they are finished. They're already off-book, existing in stories and what-ifs:

In one, Billy and Anna's children call the Balladeer Uncle Bal, and ask him how he stays so young, now that they're older. The Balladeer responds that he is simply a wizard. It sounds a lot nicer than saying he is simply a narrative device who exists so long as he can tell a story.

"You'll always have a story to tell," Hans laughs, still catching his breath bring chased out of Seymour and Winslow's house in a pointless chase. (Even after 30 years the two of them still cannot get along.) The Balladeer would say Seymour is a saint for putting up with them, but then there's the whole alien plant thing, so it's not a perfect metaphor.

Billy, of course, seems to want to study the phenomenon. A serum to give him a taste of mortality. The Balladeer considers it. Maybe in a different prompt, he could do it. Or he could snap his fingers to match his appearance to what Billy looks like now, royal and regal, ruling Arendelle by Anna's side. He'd grow old with Hans, still enjoy their adventures till the wear of old age slowed them down.

But he doesn't. They had so many happy endings. This one calls for something bittersweet.

Time stops for no one, unless you've defied the narrative. Even then, it catches the Balladeer by surprise. Hans was too young to die... wasn't he?

"You have no control, who lives, who dies, but you can tell our story." Hans says to him on his deathbed, weak grip tight around the Balladeer's hand. They're not his last words (those are intimate, meant only for him, so he won't be sharing them,) but when he passes, the Balladeer knows he will keep them to heart. It's a catchy song, for all that it makes everyone who listens to it cry.

"I won't forget them. Any of them. Or you," he says for your benefit, or perhaps for some closure. Hans had told him he could do more than narrate, but narrating is what he's good at. It's why he remains when the others all continue to die all around him. His life is surrounded by death.

But he'd tell their story, share the memories and reread their posts. Maybe even update TVTropes. The characters that had so changed his existence will not die in obscurity here. He'd make sure they will live on. In kink memes, fourth walls, and whenever the crack jamjar or r2 came along. But until then, he already knows he can't wait to see us all again. It's only a matter of time.

And yeah, Hamilton references. The ultimate prize had to stay relevant somehow, right?

It is way too early for me to be crying this much, hdu?

(this was so lovely tho holy fuck)

glad u like it! :D

Aaaaaaah this is everything I ~~ever~~ wanted bless you authoranon

I'm so glad haha B) enjoy my pain

I'm crying thank you so much

:'D

THIS IS TERRIBLE AND I LOVE YOU

GLAD I ENJOYED IT \o/

a little kink [the It's Curtains kink meme]

"My whole life is surrounded by death." Balladeer, Immortality

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