Pacific Rim AU for my dear Thranduil~

[isabettershotthanyou]

No one expected monsters, nightmare-ish creatures unlike anything humanity had ever seen, to come from under the ocean. Sure, the ocean held secrets and was vast and most of it unexplored but no one had imagined it would house such terrifying beasts as what became known across the world as Kaiju. Humanity was defenseless against the creatures, completely unprepared for such enemies, and it wasn't until the development of the Jaeger program that there was any sign of hope whatsoever.

With a new line of defense, humans began to fight back against the Kaiju, brave individuals stepping up to the plate to pilot the immense robots known as Jaegers, most of them willing joining the rangers knowing that they may never come back home.

Bard was one such individual, the widower and father of three an excellent candidate for the program though it took awhile to find someone that was drift compatible. When his partner was found, the pair couldn't have been more different--though they shared a common trait in that they had both lost their wives and cared for their children alone. Many questioned just how they were drift compatible given that they butted heads more than they seemed to be able to work together but when push came to shove?

Their jaeger was a force to be reckoned with.

Seated on the catwalk that ran in front of said robot, Bard leaned on the railing as he watched the maintenance crew run their diagnostics, a few stitches crossing his brow and over his left temple from where the kaiju had caught them off guard. The downfall to being synced with their jaegers was the potential for injuries sustained because of damage to the robot itself but Bard never thought much of it.

It was just a part of the job.

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SCREAMS ABOUT THIS FOREVER quietly whispers about needed to watch this again now

[thorencalenaran]

When the first monster graced the earth with it's delightfully horrid self, Thranduil never thought that he might oneday be one of the people fighting against them on a day to day basis. He had a family then, a wife, a child, something of the perfect life. Tragedies and horrors like the Kaiju happened to other people, to other families, not his own.

At least, that was what he thought.

Just when things seemed as normal as they could get; evacuation, relocation, rebuild, the unthinkable happened. Thranduil lost his wife in an attack. And not even from collateral, but directly from the Kaiju, the damned thing crushing his wife as Thranduil scrambled to get their son, barely even five years old, out of the wreackage that formally their home. It was not a thing that the blond was ever going to forget. Or forgive for that matter.

So when the Jaeger program came up, there were no questions about it. Thranduil did everything in his power to get where he was, and his son, Legolas, following in his footsteps (he was too young to truly remember, but he knows his father, knows the scars it gave him, and he vows to not let the same happen to him). Thranduil figured that he would be compatible with his son, that they could, despite his misgivings, protect each other (he had tried arguing about the whole thing, but Legolas was his father's son, and there was no talking him out of something his mind was set on). And yet-- He son ended up with a Scot named Gimli, and Thranduil--

"You're a bloody idiot, you know."

There's probably still blood in his hair, and worry in his bones, but the blond ignores it to stare at his partner, Bard. The reckless, far too kind and far too humble pilot he was paired with. They were everything that Thranduil thought drift compatible people shouldn't be; they fought about everything, sniped at each other at every chance they got, and yet--

They were one of the best.

That still did nothing to quell the roiling feeling in Thranduil's gut when his eyes the stitches above Bard's brow. Remembers the echo of pain when he got it. The feeling of his stomach dropping to his knees at the blood in the cockpit, and the--

He dismisses the thoughts, focuses on the pilot before him.

"Do you mind explaining that little fiasco back there?" His tone is haughty, almost cold, but his eyes are ablaze.