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samatedeansbroccoli · 2 years

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Right back at you 😎:

🤡🛒💋 (this one I must know for my own sake lol)

You gave me a long answer, so here’s my long ass answer XD

🤡 What’s a line, scene, or exchange you’ve written that made you laugh?

Oh god I have so many 😭 Before I tortured characters for fun, I was a comedy writer. I actually have my writing career (so far) divided into two segments because the first era (2012-2018) was straight comedy with a side of historical fiction, and the second era (2019-present) is angst with a side of comedy. Two sides of the hemisphere.

That being said, I went back and read some of my finest and funniest stories I had written and did my best to collect “quickie humor moments”. I’ll get into the full reason why I call it quickie humor in the next question.

The first example is from the first fic I ever published. Age of Ultron had just released to theatres, and unsatisfied with how it ended, this story was about the Second Age of Ultron, in which Ultron is rebuilt and debating whether he should destroy the world again or flip it on its side.

[ID: I don’t like sunglasses. They make my already red-sighted world a darker shade and now I can’t see a single fire hydrant.]

Then we have two from my Wattpad story. My most popular story actually to this day despite it turning 6 years old this December.

In the left one, Chirrut is naming 10 rules the Rogue One characters should consider adhering to. In the right, Lyra is yelling at Jyn and Galen for… well, it’s pretty obvious.

[ID left: Chirrut Îmwe: NUMBER 8: Don't steal

Cassian Andor: I stole Death Star plans

Bodhi Rook: You also stole my heart

Cassian Andor: Oh. Let me give that back /end ID]

[ID right: Lyra Erso: Then eat your spinach. Both of you

Jyn Erso: No

Jyn Erso: slimy icky arugula ripoffs /end ID]

These next two are from a more modern fic written in 2020 in which Adler takes care of a 7 year old Bell.

[ID left: “What kind of person is Perseus?" Adler asked.

"Who's Perseus?"

"I thought you knew who Perseus is."

"Is?"

"Isn't Perseus a person?"

Bell took a second to think. Then her eyes widened. "Ohhhhh! Yeah! I know Perseus. He's weird. He's all naked and stuff."

"Wha—"

"I saw the statue. The Greeks like him but I dunno why." /end ID]

[ID right: Bell's short attention span took note of the evidence board. She stood up and wandered over to it, Adler following while massaging his hand. He trailed her gaze to the picture of Perseus.

"When was this taken?" She asked.

"1950s," Adler said. "Handsome man. Hope the years haven't been too kind to him."

"They haven't. Papa's uglier now." /end ID]

Finally, we have one from my current wip. It’s an exchange between Count Dooku and his apprentice Rael Averross when the two are stuck on a ship (I know fucked isn’t a word in Star Wars, but Rael Averross has crack energy in this story, so crack moment for the crack head)

[ID: “So, Master." Rael drummed his nails against the panel, the clicking crawling through the floor and up Dooku's spine to raise the Jedi's ire. "How are we supposed to get out of here?"

"Be quiet, young one. You should know patience is a virtue."

"In other words, you have no idea."

"I didn't say that."

Rael threw his hands up. "Welp. We're fucked." /end ID]

Also if anyone finds these stories on the internet, please note that some of the scenes are slightly edited to draw faster connections between the setup and the punchline.

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

There are two primary things that I can think of that have been in both my writing eras. All others have really only been confined to one or the other.

The first goes back to the humor thing. The reason I called it “quickie humor” before was because it didn’t take a lot of context to understand the joke. Which is contrary to my “slow burn” humor style. No, not the type you hear on the radio stations that last 3 minutes long. The type where there’s snappy moments to set the scene, but the actual joke pays off later as characterization, and it turns out the first half was building up to the second half. A lot of my humor takes multiple lines to build up. Sometimes the full joke can take paragraphs if not chapters to completely set up. From my kid!Bell fic, there was a joke where Bell asked Adler where babies came from, and Adler told her to ask Woods. The joke wouldn’t be completely resolved until 5 chapters later when Woods would get peer pressured by Mason into answering the question. And he dragged Adler down with him for even starting it. There isn’t a grand thing to this or some literary study thing. Or me just trying to be some god of smart writing. It’s just something I do. I have literally no explanation for it, but it lands with me so it’s staying.

The second is that I always have a crying scene. Somewhere. Somehow. Whether it’s something silly like Captain Phasma crying because she loves Poe Dameron but Poe is in love with Finn, or it’s Ghost and Roach crying as Roach saves Ghost’s life from the edge, at least one person cries in nearly every story I write (there are, like, five exceptions I can think of right now, but it’s far and few between). I think part of it has to do with my repressed emotions XD. But also I see crying as such an important aspect of communication without words. You cry when you’re laughing too hard, you cry when you’re in pain, when you’re relived, when you’re scared, happy, sad, tired, angry, the list goes on. Crying is the first instinct of babies, and really one of their few ways to communicate, and it doesn’t stop being a method of expressing feelings at infancy or at toddler years. There are so many unique ways to make characters communicate through tears. Plus, it helps slowly remove the stigma of crying being bad when it’s put into different contexts.

💋 First kiss fics. Love em or hate em?

This answer is short. It would be wrong to say I hate them because I literally wrote and published one last week XD. Granted, one of the characters couldn’t kiss so it was a tender forehead kiss instead. So yes, I love them!

That said, if they’re creepy, I hate them XD

Ask game here!

#WOW this was long #i stayed up to finish this because I’m insane apparently #thebroccoliresponds #thanks Sarah!

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palaceofpassion · 2 years

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Team RWBY goes to a fortune teller who shows them the future. She shows the rest of the team their future but when it is Weiss' turn she sees this. How does she react to seeing this as her future?

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I've actually wanted to do a fic based on this image, and some other red headed/green eyed characters to act as arkos kids one day. Since they're both my biggest actual ships.

"Ruby this is rather childish isn't it?"

Weiss gave her leader a stern look, she couldn't believe what her leader was planning to have them do.

"What? no! I heard she was the real deal!"

"From Neon." Blake interjected, showing her own lack of interest in this 'fortune teller' that Ruby was so interested in.

"Oh come on guys! It could be fun, if she tells us our futures maybe we'll get to see who we end up with, wouldn't that be fun Blakey?"

"Yes well..." Blake made sure to hide behind the book she'd brought along. "It would be nice-koff."

"That's what I thought." Yang waggled her eyebrows at hergirlfriend, which Weiss promptly went back to ignoring.

"I don't see how this can even work, I doubt anyone could actually see the future."

"Oh come on Weiss! I'm sure you'll love it."

"If you say say Ruby."

30 Minutes later.

"This was awful!" Yang was fuming, her hands balled into a fist, the yellow terror stormed away, with Blake following after her.

"Wait Yang come back!"

"Okay... well... maybe this wasn't the best idea?"

Weiss simply gave her leader a stern look, "You think?"

"Well- I mean, mine came out alright!"

"I suppose it did. Well if we're done here, we should head after them before Yang breaks a bar or a club. We wouldn't want another charge on us. I'm sure the General wouldn't take so kindly to that."

"Wait! But you haven't had your turn yet."

"Ruby look I don'-"

Ruby was having none of Weiss' backtalk, quickly pushing her into the tent and closing the blinds behind her.

Weiss grumbled something inaudible, but not in the slightest pleasant as she gave up, taking a seat in front of the old woman who was giving them their 'fortunes'.

"Ahhh yes, I see- you have a pleasant future in front of you. Trusted by many."

Weiss rolled her eyes, of course the woman would try the old generic answers.

"I can see you achieving many things, very few would get in your way."

Again something easy to come up with, and achieving many things was incredibly vague.

"Oh! What's this? Hmmhmm! Darling, may you take my hand?"

Weiss' gaze narrowed, her brow furrowing as she stared the woman down.

"You will want to see this."

"Fine."

Removing her glove, Weiss extended her hand. The moment they touched her vision went white followed by a loud ringing bell.

An image began to form in front of her, something unfamiliar yet still warm and fuzzy. Eventually the hazy white died down revealing to her a single image. The first thing she noticed was herself, with long flowing hair.

At first glance Weiss could hardly see a different, but after a bit of examination she realized that she was older in this image. By how much she wasn't sure, but there was a mature air about her, "Oh my, I still look gorgeous."

It wasn't like her to be vain about her appearance, but, she was still quite youthful looking.

Then another image showed, next to her was a boy, "Whitley? No... no that's not Whitley..."

At first she mistook the boy for her brother, they appeared rather similar. But upon further inspection she realized it wasn't him. The boy was smiling, not the kind of smile that her brother had learned from father either. It was a genuinely ear to ear grin. He was happy, incredibly so.

He also appeared to be just a bit shorter than Whitley, her brother was as it stood about the same height as her. The boy in the image was smaller, younger even. There was no way it could be him.

"Oh my!" It didn't take her long to realize by the amount of affection she had in her eyes, that this was her son.

Her heart swelled with joy, they looked so happy together. So much more than her current family. That was enough to fill her with a sense of pride, that she'd given her child something more.

Then the image pulled back, another person began to shift into existence. A youthful young woman, in what appeared to be a biker outfit took to her right. Her arm slinked behind her, with a hand held onto her shoulder.

This girl looked so much like her, almost like Winter even. But where her sister was strict, straight laced. This girl seemed cool and in control of herself. She held herself in high regard but at the same time was genuinely happy. Something she could have sworn she'd never seen on her face. Also the little robot keychain she had on her belt was just the cutest thing.

Then there was the other thing, she didn't have the same icey blue eyes that her and her siblings had. they had a deep blue, as deep as the bottomless ocean or the vast sky above.

Her heart began to race as thoughts of whom her husband could be. One particular image came to the forefront. But she wasn't willing to place her bets on it just yet.

Then the forth person came into view. This one on the far right of the image, a space missing between her and the boy. Weiss wondered if the mysterious man or woman would eventually appear there?

Despite her earlier disposition she was starting to get into it. Curiously enjoying the thought of having future children.

The last girl was interesting, she was too was smiiing. Something that Weiss realized all of them had been doing at this point. Whoever she was with, the two of them must have been doing something right if all her children and her were happy.

That alone was good enough for her.

The last girl was just as gorgeous as her other children. Her eyes were the same sky blue as her own, but her hair was much shorter, not even coming down to her shoulders. The black gown she wore contracted quite nicely with her pale skin and hair.

Finally the last person began to show, the only thing she could make out at first was that he was taller than her. Their younger? daughter was now shown clinging to him. "Oh she's quite the daddy's girl."

The thought of any of her children or any current Schnee being able to say that confidently? That was something worth touting about then!

Finally his face began to show, a scruffy beard, blonde hair that went into a small pony tail and clear deep blue eyes.

"Oh! Oh my."

She couldn't fight the smile on her face any longer.

The image came to an abrupt end, but that had been enough.

The old woman simply stared at her with a surprisingly loving smile on her face, and all Weiss could really say was, "Thank you."

"Any time deary. Please send in the next customer."

"Of course."

Weiss made sure to leave an extra big tip for her.

Heading out she found Yang and Blake still trying to cool off, Ruby staring off into the sky, and a hole world to explore.

"Oh! Looks you had a good time!"

Ruby spoke, noticing her right away.

"Yes... yes I think I'm quite pleased with what I saw."

"oh oh! What was it?"

"Well... I do believe I'm quite happy."

That's all she would tell Ruby, her hands now pulled behind her back, "I should see if Jaune would like to go on a date today."

#Weiss Schnee #Jaune Arc #White Knight #Future Whiteknight Kids

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ordinaryschmuck · 3 years

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What I Thought About "Knock Knock Knockin' on Hooty's Door" from The Owl House

Wow. They are really pushing it for that secret message, huh?

Anywho--Salutations, random people on the internet who certainly won’t read this! I am an Ordinary Schmuck. I write stories and reviews and draw comics and cartoons!

I think it goes without saying at this point that Season Two of The Owl House is setting itself up as a season without filler. Now, filler episodes aren't always bad. Yes, it hurts when a series turns away from the main plot for a week. But at best, they're utilized as a chance for the writers to play around with the characters and developing said characters without it relating to the overarching story. So, some people who see that consider it a bad thing that a series doesn't have that many filler episodes.

I like to call those people: F**king morons.

Don't get me wrong, I see where some of you are coming from. And I'd be willing to agree...if The Owl House was a plot-driven series. Which it's not. It is a character-driven series. Because for every plot thread and narrative that the show presents, they always relate to the characters and develop them further each time these threads get brought up. For example, look at "Knock Knock Knockin’ on Hooty's Door" (It pains me just to write that). Several narratives move forward, and it’s all done to make the characters grow. And to explain how requires going into spoilers. So keep that in mind as you continue reading.

Now, let's review, shall we?

WHAT I LIKED

Hooty: Might as well start with the character that this episode is about.

To tell you the truth, I wasn't a huge fan when I found out we're getting a Hooty-centered episode. I've grown to love him over time, but he is a comedic character that's best used in small doses. Primarily due to how his voice is grating to me (My ears are still bleeding...). With that said, I do really love his contributions in "Knock Knock Knockin' on Hooty's Door" (Seriously, there couldn't have been a less awkward title?). Hooty's antics when trying to help everyone are as hilarious as they are heartwarming. He deeply cares for his friends but just doesn't understand how his plans could do some unintended harm, which is pretty lovable if you ask me. We also get some surprisingly great insight into his character, as he feels insecure about basically being the comic relief who doesn't really do that much other than being funny. Rarely do you get that level of dimension from a comedic character, and it's even more uncommon for that to work out as well as it does here. It once again proves just how competent the writing is in this series to the point where we get an episode about Hooty, and it's funny and heartwarming instead of being annoying. And whoever is responsible for that, you're the best.

Lilith’s Letter to Hooty: I mean it when I say that I love how Lilith kept her word about her and Hooty becoming penpals. Their friendship was something I would have never expected to love, and I'm still shocked that it works so well, so seeing it continue like this just warms me to the bone. Plus, it is pretty sweet that Lilith's kind words are what inspired Hooty to do what he's done in this episode...meaning it's Lilith we should thank here--SON OF A WITCH! Even when she's gone, she's still working her way into my heart!

King going through Puberty: What?! KING IS EVOLVING!

(There, I made a Pokemon reference. Do I get my cookie now?)

Eda Keeping Herself Awake to Train Herself: I'm willing to bet a large sum of money that this has everything to with Raine getting captured last week. If Eda was still the most powerful witch in the Isles, she might have actually saved them. But she isn't, and now the love of her life is in the clutches of a tyrant planning something that could potentially be the end of everything. So I can understand Eda pushing herself to her limit to get back on top again, as I would probably do the same. It's not healthy in any way, and Eda would be doing more harm than good. But when it comes to the people you love, logic doesn't always win out in the end.

Luz Wanting to Make her Way into Amity’s Heart by Making the Echo Mouse Happy: ...That's it. I Just...I just love everything about it, ok?

This was also when I knew that I was wrong to doubt that there would be zero Lumity in this episode. I realize my follies now, and I humbly apologize.

Hooty Teaching King About Demons: This was so funny. So, so funny. Probably doesn't come as a surprise, especially since The Owl House proves itself as a comedy before, but the jokes have never hit as frequently and as hard as they did here. From Hooty getting offended by King's dance to him and Dana's insert wanting a "DNA sample," everything managed to successfully make me lose my s**t. It does come at the expense of King suffering, but I can stomach that much more than if it were Eda or Luz. And, as a bonus, we get lore about how demons work, added with another great joke of King getting in trouble with Hooty for saying he already knows this stuff. Humor isn't always the show's strong suit, but when it works, it f**king works.

King Wanting to Know What he Is: But despite how funny King's vignette was, we still get to see more of his character grow. We learn that he's frustrated now that there's this big question mark over his life now, feeling extra angry that his father "abandoned" him to leave such a present mystery. It shows the hidden resentment he has that Lilith inadvertently brought out, made even worse when King's father hasn't responded to the video yet. King hasn't really gotten that much development until "Echoes of the Past," so it's pretty cool that the writers haven't really slowed down on it. Especially when it leads to these great moments of King venting his frustrations.

King’s Shouting Powers: KING learned FUS RO DAH!

(And now that's a Pokemon reference AND a Skyrim reference. WHERE'S MY GOSH DANG COOKIE!?)

Eda’s Nightmare: If King's vignette hits you hard with the laughs, Eda's will absolutely hit you harder with the feels (never make me say "feels" unironically again). Knowing that Eda's life got thoroughly screwed over by the curse is something we could figure out on her own. But seeing just how much the curse ruined her life and tore apart relationships that mean the world to her really does a swell job at ripping apart the soul. What's even more tragic is, technically speaking, it's all sort of Eda's fault too. She kept hiding the curse, refusing to be a burden to others who would do all they could to help. If she had only been open and honest, things probably wouldn't have changed much, but they most likely would have been better than they are now.

Eda Attacked her Father as the Owl Beast: ...I don't know what I was expecting when "Keeping Up A-Fear-Ances" hinted that there was some possible tension between Eda and her father...but it definitely wasn't this.

The fact that we see blood where his eye used to be doesn't make things any happier, either.

Raine Broke Up with Eda: Before we get into anything else, let's celebrate the fact that it's now confirmed that Eda and Raine really did use to date in the past. Because this show is just f**king phenomenal with its LGBTQA+ representation!

But, seriously, this is a fantastic reveal that goes far beyond just shipping...well, sort of. It shines a new light on Eda and Raine's interactions from last week, revealing that while they're not a couple anymore, they still very much love each other. It helps make their last interaction especially tragic, as they were both on the same page now and could very well be together again. Only for them to be forced apart for the second time in a way that's much worse than the first. And I frickin' adore that this series changes the impact of one episode one week later. Again, it shows just how competent these writers are, and kudos to them for making something so...perfect.

The Moon Person: WHO THE FU--Nope. Nope! We have more than enough mystery bulls**t to deal with through CreepyLuz and Philip Wittebane, so I am PUTTING YOU ON THE BACKBURNER FOR NOW!

(They're probably nothing more than a one-off character, anyway)

The Owl Beast and Eda are Connected: Through visuals alone, we, the audience, can clue into what the curse really means. The Owl Beast doesn't want to be a part of Eda as much as she doesn't want it to be a part of her. Whether they like it or not, and they very much don't, they're stuck together. The thing is, and this is what I love the most, they still decide to make the best of their situation rather than let it ruin their lives even more. This might be the best possible turn Eda's curse could have made. It'll still affect her, and there are probably more negatives than positives, but at least now, it's not the worst thing in the world. And I feel like that's all anyone can ask when in a position like her own.

Eda's “Pretty Dream”: I don't know what emotions are toiling inside me more with this moment. Awe and wonder over how beautiful Eda's dream is, or heartbreak over the implication that she has only had nightmares since getting cursed...I'm gonna say both. Yeah, it's definitely both.

Eda’s Harpie Form: Well, fan artists are gonna have a field day with this...especially the freaks.

(You know who you are. And you're weird!)

Luz Calling Amity a “Cotton-Candy Haired Goddess”: ...Have I ever mentioned how much I love this show?

Hooty Kidnapped Amity: ...Hooty, if your stupidity wasn't charming, I would be more than willing to call the authorities over how you kidnapped a girl in your version of a knapsack and locked her in the basement. For that is going to ring SO MANY alarm bells in people's heads.

Amity and Luz Stuck in a Tunnel of Love: *Smacks lips* Mmm. The adorable awkwardness of this moment is just *chef's kiss* magnifique!

Luz being afraid of getting made fun of:

Amity’s look of hope: I mean...just...f**king--LOOK AT HER:

That is the look of a girl who, while embarrassed as hell, still is ecstatic to learn for a brief moment, everything that she is hoping for has a high chance of being real. Who, in their right mind, wouldn't go "Aw!" at something so pure and innocent?!

Luz Destroying the Tunnel of Love: This is how to effectively utilize dramatic irony. The audience can understand why Luz is tearing the place apart because she explicitly states that she's afraid of Amity rejecting her in the end. They also know that's bogus, thus making it extra painful to watch Amity's heart break more and more with each second (which is perfectly represented through Amity's expressions). You feel bad for both of them, and even worse when you know that it can easily be prevented by the simple art of communication. That's what makes it great dramatic irony. Knowing the point of view of each character results in a scene that evokes emotions in two different ways.

Hooty’s Breakdown: This was...genuinely hard to watch. Not that it was badly written, far from it. It just...hurt seeing how destroyed Hooty was when he realized he failed the people he has such an admiration for. On the upside, a wholesome moment follows soon after as the Owl House gang tries to reassure Hooty that he's done a lot of good that night. It's a pure action that shows even though Hooty gets on their nerves all the time, they still care about him...damn it. I think I'm gonna cry.

Eda’s Advice for Luz: ...Eda...You're the best.

You found out that your surrogate daughter wants to ask a girl out, and not only were you quick to deliver the best possible advice ("Just go for it!"), but you also quickly reassure her that it doesn't need to be perfect.

And you know what? That's it. Eda is the best cartoon mom! She might not technically be Luz's mom, but I don't give a s**t because she is the best!

Luz and Amity Ask Each Other Out: Shh-sh-sh-sh...

Do you hear that?

...

...It's the sound of dozens of Lumity fans collectively losing their s**t...and I'm one of them.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

HOO-HOO-HOO-HOO!

IT!

IS!

CANON!

AH-HAHAHAHAHA!

HOLY S**T! Holy s**t! Holy s**t...might just be the best way I could possibly describe this! Finally, after all the waiting, speculating, and praying, THESE TWO IDIOTS FINALLY GOT TOGETHER! AND IT WAS PERFECT! I mean, it was awkward as s**t, but that's what makes it perfect! You know why? You wanna--Hey! *snaps fingers*. You want to know why? It's because they're teenagers. Of f**king course, it's going to be awkward! This is their first relationship, so there will be a lot of missteps along the way. And that, in itself, brings me to the best (second best part?) thing about it happening in episode eight of the new seasons. Most endgame couples get together in the climax or even at the end of the series. But to have them get together this early on, means there will be quite a few episodes dedicated to showing them grow as a couple.

And better than that--EVEN F**KING BETTER THAN THAT--dozens of kids are going to see these two, a realistic depiction of young love that just so happens to involve two girls, and are going to learn once and for all that there is nothing wrong with being who they are. That fact alone is f**king incredible. Yes, it sucks that season three got cut short, and we'll have even less time with Luz and Amity, but knowing how many kids have felt seen today almost makes it worth it in the end.

And if I see one mother f**ker saying this was poorly paced, I might just hunt them down for SPORT...Sorry if that was an overreaction. I'M JUST SO HAPPY! Because they're happy! Look at them. Listen to them! It's so...GAH-HAHAHA!

“They’re adorable! And deserve all the happiness!”: You're darn right, Hooty! You're darn right.

King’s Father(?) Shows Up: What the--WHAT?! They're doing this now?! Here?! After everything else?

Oh, man. What could this mean? What dynamic changes will this cause in the main cast? How could the writers fit this in during the next two episodes? And what--

Hooty Eats the Letter: ...Pfffft--HAHAHAHA!

Oh, man...I should be mad, and I wouldn't blame others if they are...but that is too much of a brilliant f**k you that I can't help but appreciate it. Bravo writers. Bravo.

WHAT I DISLIKED

...Dislikes? Dislikes? You would honestly believe that after everything I witnessed in this episode, that I would have the gull to list anything wrong with it?!

HOW DARE YOU ASSUME THAT I WOULD BE SO CALLUS TO--Actually, I do kind of have an issue with the episode's title. It's just too much of an awkward mouthful for me to get behind. I understand that the writers wanted to sneak the K into the secret message, but were there really no other titles starting with K that they couldn't come up with?

But that's just a personal issue, and in no way do I think anybody else would feel the same way. Especially with how well-written everything else is anyway.

IN CONCLUSION

"Knock Knock Knockin' on Hooty's Door" (title aside) is another A+ episode. It was hilarious, heart-wrenching, and downright adorable while keeping me entertained with every minute. I'm sure there are some issues I was willing to ignore due to how expertly written everything else was, but why bother looking for the chinks in the armor when I could just enjoy a perfect episode for being so...perfect! Some of you might be willing to disagree with me, but to that, I say: Don't knock it till you've tried it.

(Now, if you don't excuse me, I'm going to go lie down. It's...It's been a day.)

#the owl house #the owl house season 2 #the owl house reviews #the owl house spoilers #toh spoilers #toh hooty #king clawthorne #eda clawthorne #raeda #luz noceda #amity blight #lumity #lumity is canon #what i thought about

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cerasus--flores · 3 years

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Tartaglia is streaming: Hades

"Streaming Hades with Sulien in a bit guys!", aka the streamer au ajax/mors caeli headcanons I promised the server

cw: it's just mors caeli fluff/crack tbh, bulleted headcanons, lots of brainrot so true

Ajax starts playing the game on stream out of a mix of curiosity and desire for a challenge

You see, the guy is very, very skilled at action and fighting games. Of course he is, have you seen him?

So when he saw this new action rougelite that everyone was losing their minds over, it piqued his interest quite a bit. Then he saw that it took his oh-so-skilled boyfriend around 25 runs to finish the story, and well, he was sold

his particular liking for greek mythos might've helped tho

Anyhow, he brings the idea of playing the game on stream to chat, they immediately start taunting him, saying how he'll "get his ass handed to himself" and whatnot; usually he wouldn't listen, but this time he snatched his chance, and asked Sulien to step in and play navigator for a bit

Famous last words, cause Sulien is a bastard navi

"You should pick the bow first chance you get, Fruit Tart, you'll do great with it"

Ajax dies five chambers in

The weapons he handles best are the spear, the gauntlets, and the gun, because of course

A completionist at heart! Will not stop until he's at least completed a max heat run with all the weapons, to his own dismay and Sulien's amusement

"You know you can dodge, right, my love?" "I don't recall fucking asking, babe."

Alright now what you fuckers came here for

Of all the characters, Ajax gains a particular appreciation for Achilles (ironic), and, of course, Thanatos

Achilles was already a figure he enjoyed quite a bit, and the seeing this take on how he ended up after his rage filled demise was really pleasing to him. "He's just a really cool warrior, what can I say"

And Than, oh dear

When he first appeared in-game, everyone in chat was already chanting Sulien's name.

He instantly falls in love with him, gives him nectar and ambrosia, tries and follows his storyline super closely.

Ajax: I think Thanatos is pretty cool

Sulien: Really? I liked Zagreus much better, myself

Kisa has cheered: "please get a room"

Everyone starts saying that they're literally just Thanatos and Zagreus, Tart thinks it's adorable, Sulien is mentally screaming

"what do you mean we're like them omg stop >/////<" and the like

So like s/o to Lane and Mendra for this one but

The bell tolls and Ajax, albeit unintentionally, goes "Than :D!" just like Zag does in-game, Sunny immediately deadpans with "Right here, Zag"

Ajax just looks at him with stars in his eyes and one-shots Sulien right then and there on stream

And chat? Chat is losing it, calling them "cuter than the actual in-game ship". Sulien would pull his bf in for a hug to hide his blush, who would then go "Death's sweet embrace, right, solntse?", laughing to himself.

What came afterwards was the closest anyone other than Ajax ever came to hearing Sulien whine.

They get asked to cosplay them a lot too. Ginger over here thinks it's a great idea, and mister tsundere thinks that no it isn't actually. They eventually settle on a sub goal.

But embarrassment and purposefully shitty navigation aside, Sulien loves cheering Childe on.

He'll give him a pet or a kiss on the cheek every time he finishes a boss fight and/or floor successfully, and when he finishes a particularly good run, he'll just go straight for the lips.

And every time, Ajax's face lights up as if he hadn't gotten a kiss earlier. The sense of accomplishment, and the sheer happiness he always gets, every time his boyfriend gives him attention? What a high

And, while he was a bit embarrassed about it at first, there's a point where Sulien can't be bothered to think about the fact that they're on stream anymore

His boyfriend is enjoying a game he also likes, he's having fun and winning, he gets to give him affection, and he gets to see the face he loves so dearly light up like that?

For that, he'll deal with the shyness later. Him and his love are having fun, and that's all he cares about now

bro that ended up SO SAPPY anyways @heyitslane-sl @almond-adeptus aha

#ciaran writing away #mors caeli #tandrone #ajax tartaglia #sulien ambros

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seasons-in-the-archives · 2 years

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Hi there!! Apologies for bringing discourse in, but I just wanted to check before applying. Are artists and writers welcome if they sometimes write about unhealthy relationship dynamics but are all good to follow the event guidelines for their piece for the event? I have some previous pieces that are definitely not Wholesome and I wanted to make sure that wouldn’t disqualify me!

Mod Martin here. Hey anon, thanks for reaching out! Sorry this got kinda long.

Our guidelines about joining the event are there because we don't just run events; our Discord server is a community, and we want to be sure people will feel comfortable and happy there.

That said, the answer to this kind of depends on what you mean by "unhealthy ship dynamics." I think (and other mods agree) that framing things as "wholesome" vs. "unhealthy" is kind of a false dichotomy. Any healthy relationship can have its difficult moments. Jon/Martin, generally seen as a "wholesome" ship, has difficult moments in canon. That's honestly one of the reasons I like them so much! Relationships can be difficult!

Writing "unhealthy" content doesn't make one a bad person--all too often villains are portrayed best by people who are genuinely kind and wonderful people in real life. A couple of the mods, myself included, have written--for SitA events!--stories that can be dark and difficult, so we definitely aren't looking only for "wholesome."

As an example: my first fic for SitA, The Last Rose of Summer, is a Beauty and the Beast AU where Elias is cast as Gaston. There are some definite weird overtones in Elias' relationship with Jon in the fic, and they're put there on purpose, mindfully, and it's not anything I support. The key thing there is that I don't think anyone would reasonably watch Beauty and the Beast and cheer for Gaston--he's the villain, Belle has zero interest in him, and so his interest in her is weird and gross and should be read as such. On the other hand, I changed the relationship between "Beauty" and the "Beast" so that they're both captives of Elias/the Eye, rather than one being a captive of the other. That sort of relationship, unexamined, is definitely unhealthy.

The real thing we're looking to avoid is people upholding racist or abusive ship dynamics as something good, or not looking at them critically. The question isn't "have you ever written about a bad ship" but "did you recognize it was a bad ship and why."

Most importantly: are you willing to listen to other people when they talk about why those ships or dynamics upset them? We have a lot of people of color in our server, and people who have histories of trauma. We don't shy away from difficult topics, far from it, but we also do our best to have trigger and spoiler warnings, to let people engage as they're able. We don't always succeed, but we do try.

If you think you'd like to join our community and participate, feel free to sign up! I you don't think you'd be a good fit, that's okay, and we wish you well.

--Mod Martin

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lexi-evans · 4 years

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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚢 | 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝙿𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚇 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

“come on!! This way” He motioned.Ron and Ginny marched in obediently; Hermione, Neville, and Luna squashed themselves in after them; Harry took one glance back at the thestrals, now foraging for scraps of rotten food inside the dumpster, then forced himself into the box after Luna.

“Ready, y/n? ” He held out his hand, you happily grabbed it. Meeting the others.

“Whoever’s nearest the receiver, dial six two four four two!” he said. Ron did it, his arm bent bizarrely to reach the dial. As it whirred back into place the cool female voice sounded inside the box, “Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Please state your name and business.”

“Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger,” Harry said very quickly, “Ginny Weasley, Y/N Y/L/N, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood . . . We’re here to save someone, unless your Ministry can do it first!” You looked around boringly.

“Thank you,” said the cool female voice. “Visitors, please take the badges and attach them to the front of your robes.” Half a dozen badges slid out of the metal chute where returned coins usually appeared. Hermione scooped them up and handed them mutely to Harry over Ginny’s head; he glanced at the topmost one.

After the verification, All of you entered the Atrium. You carefully scanned the Arena. “where's the security? ” You asked, finding no one at the place.“I don't know, Hey! Hey!Y/N!Sweetheart, stay close to me! Don't wander if like that, you're gonna be me a heart attack” Harry grabbed you're hand, his firm grip tightened making sure you're close to him. “eh? Sorry for trying to have a little fun, Harr” You said, playfully.

As you all walked towards the lifts. Man, they were noisy. You saw Harry clicking the button '9' . With that the lift started moving very fast. Causing you to hug Harry.

Ginny giggled when you looked over Harry's shoulder you saw Luna hugging her lover tightly. Ugh, I ship it. They're such a cute couple.

“Department of Mysteries,” and the grilles slid open again, all of you stepped out into the corridor where nothing was moving but the nearest torches, flickering in the rush of air from the lift.

Harry turned toward the plain black door. After months and months of dreaming about it, he was here at last. . . .

“Let’s go,” he whispered, and he led the way down the corridor, Luna right behind him, gazing around with her mouth slightly open.

“Okay, listen,” said Harry, stopping again within six feet of the door. “Maybe . . . maybe a couple of people should stay here as a lookout, and —” “And how’re we going to let you know something’s coming?” asked Ginny, her eyebrows raised. “You could be miles away.”

“We’re coming with you, Harry,” said Neville. “Let’s get on with it,” said Ron firmly. You didn't even hesitate, walking towards the door as they were talking.

“Y/N? Y/N!! Hey-dont!!” Too late. The door already swung open. He caught you and now he started scolding you. “Harry—We have to go! Now! ” You dragged him a long with others by your side.

You guys were standing in a large, circular room. Everything in here was black including the floor and ceiling — identical, unmarked, handle-less black doors were set at intervals all around the black walls,interspersed with branches of candles whose flames burned blue, their cool, shimmering light reflected in the shining marble floor so that it looked as though there was dark water underfoot. “Wow, so cool” You were about to run, again. But Harry caught you. “you're not running away, Missy”

Suddenly, all the lights lit up and sound was heard and the walls seemed moving. You cling on to Harry's side, this time listening to him. “stay by my side” He whispered. You nodded, feeling a little bit scared of what might happen next.

For Harry you kept on repeating the words in your head. Suddenly, everything just... Stopped. “what the hell was that all about? ” you asked, throwing daggers at the doors.

“I think it was to stop us knowing which door we came in from,” said Ginny in a hushed voice. “uh-huh” you said, gripping Harry's hand tighter. “I'm right here,Darling, don't worry! ”

“How’re we going to get back out?” said Neville uncomfortably. “well, that doesn’t matter now,” said Harry. Harry walked straight towards another door. “Luna stay by my side” Ginny said, protectively. Holding her girlfriend next to her.

Opening it, it wasn't shiny like the before once. In the room middle was there a huge tank in green water number of pearly white objects that were drifting around lazily in the liquid.

“Even if I feel like swimming, I'm not swimming with those in there” you said, bluntly as other laughed. You tend to smile in serious situations so that's no surprise for them.

“Aquavirius maggots!” said Luna excitedly. “Aqua—what? ” you asked, confused. “Aquavirius Maggots” she repeated. “Right, Aquavius Faggots” you beamed. Luna sighed.

“Dad said the Ministry were breeding —” Hermione cut her off.

“No,” said Hermione. She sounded odd. She moved forward to look through the side of the tank. “They’re brains.” “Brains?” you asked bewildered.

“Yes . . . I wonder what they’re doing with them?” Harry joined her at the tank. “I'm really starting to hate this place, now. ” Harry caught a glimpse at the horrified face of his girlfriend which is enough for him to decide.

“let's find another door” He stated. “In my dream I went through that dark room into the second one,” he said. “I think we should go back and try from there.”

“Eh, I wonder if you were dream about me Harr” You said, teasingly. He rolled his eyes. While walking.

You allhurried back into the dark, circular room; the ghostly shapes of the brains were now swimming before Harry’s eyes instead of the blue candle flames. “Wait!” said Hermione sharply, as Luna made to close the door of the brain room behind them. “Flagrate!”

The sound from earlier came again and now another door has appeared. This time there's a veil in the room, no bright blue lights like before. The place felt really odd. Hermione kept saying we should get out but Harry wouldn't budge.

“What are you saying?” he said very loudly, so that the words echoed all around the surrounding stone benches.

“Nobody’s talking, Harry!” said Hermione, now moving over to him.

“Someone’s whispering behind there,” he said, moving out of her reach and continuing to frown at the veil. “Is that you, Ron?”

“I’m here, mate,” said Ron, appearing around the side of the archway. “can’t anyone else hear it?” Harry demanded. “I can hear them too” said Luna. “They're whispering” you said, Pointing the veil.

“they're people in there” Luna stated simply. “what?” Ginny pulled Luna away from the veil. “Luna Baby you can't go around trying to touch stuff like.. That! Something might happen to you, okay? ”

“Let's go” Harry grabbed you're hand pulling you towards the door. He tried to open it but it wouldn't. “it's.... Locked? Hermione! ” you moved away, letting the smartest try it.

“Alohamora! ” she casted but nothing happened. “great, we're stuck” You huffed. “Aww, baby don't give up now” Harry cooed but the frustration is clearly visible in his face. Neville rolled his eyes. "Why Neville? Sad Zabini isn't here?” you teased. “shut it, Y/N” He said, playfully.

“Is—is that who's I think it is? ” you pointed the knife laying on the floor. Harry picked it up “It's sirius it's his” as the walls are spinning, you found yourself staring at the new door. “This is it!” As Harry’s eyes became more accustomed to the brilliant glare you saw clocks gleaming from every surface, large and small, grandfather and carriage,

hanging in spaces between the bookcases or standing on desks ranging the length of the room, so that a busy, relentless ticking filled the place like thousands of minuscule, marching footsteps. The source of the dancing, diamond-bright light was a towering crystal bell jar that stood at the far end of the room.

“This way!” Harry led all of you. You simply followed him, anywhere he led you. You trust him, and you'd do anything to make sure he's okay. “D'you think I could find mine? How cool would that be? ” You said, to Luna who agreed knowing how cool that would be. “Yes, it would be nice. Y/N, but we shouldn't” she said, softly patting your back. “I know I'm just saying”

For him, even if it mean you have to sacrifice yourself. You zoned off thinking of you're prophecy is here or not? Or you're parents? “I don't think sirius is here” you're head snapped towards him.

“Harry. . . ” You squeezed his hand, placing your hand on his shoulder. “After coming all the way... ” He looked down, disappointed. “Harry — this thing got you're name on it” said, Ron.

He took the prophecy. Examining it. Suddenly black shapes came out of nowhere and now surrounded all of you. You held you're wand steadily. Glaring at Lucius Malfoy and Bellatrix Lestrange.

“give it to me, potter” Lucius held out his hand. Harry refused “where is sirius? ” He's trying to contain his anger. You can feel it. He's triggered. “Give it to me, potter” He said, yet again a little more Harshly.

His fellow death eaters laughed. “I want to know where sirius is?!!! ” Harry demanded. “I want to know where sirius is!! ” Bellatrix mimicked. You're grip tighten around the wand.

“Shut up, Bellatrix” You said, angrily. She glared at you “Oh, look the little one can talk” She mocked.. “I can do more than talk” You said. “enough” Said, Lucius.

“I know you’ve got him!” more of the Death Eaters laughed, though the woman still laughed Loudest of all. “Why don't you shut up, it's so annoying” you said, making a Disgusted face towards the lunatic woman.

She snarled. “it’s time you learned the difference between life and dreams, Potter,” said Malfoy. “Now give me the prophecy, or we start using wands.”

“Give me the prophecy and no one would get hurt” He gestured towards You, Neville, Ginny, Luna, Hermione and Ron.

Harry Rose his wand steadily ready for battle. “what kind of prophecy, does Voldemort want? ” Harry asked. Threatening to drop the ball.

“You dare to speak out his name? ” hissed Bellatrix. “Voldy” You said, causing others to giggle. She shot a death glare towards you. “I've go no problem saying Vold-”

“Shut your mouth!” Bellatrix shrieked. “You dare speak his name with your unworthy lips, you dare besmirch it with your half-blood’s tongue, you dare —” “Shut Up you filthy pureblood! Just because you're pureblood doesn't make you any better than Voldemort” She hissed at your words.

“Did you know he’s a half-blood too?” said Harry recklessly. “Voldemort? Yeah, his mother Was a witch but his dad was a Muggle — or has he been telling you lot he’s pureblood?”

“STUPEF —” “NO!” Harry kept stalling them until you guys were ready to make a run for the door. “NOW!!! ” He yelled as all of you started sprinting. “REDUCTO”

Curses and spells Echoed through the walls. You and Harry got separated in the middle and now you can't find him. “Y/N, this way” Ron grabbed you're hand and started running.

“STUPEFY!! ” you yelled when you saw a death eater Approaching you and Ron. “EXPELLIARMUS” The red light shot from right behind you, Ron's wand flew out of his grip.

“Levicorpus” You yelled sending away the death eater. “Let's go let's go, come on, Ron” Both of you lunged towards where Ginny and Luna were.

“Luna watch out” You shot "stupefy" Just in time before it can hit Luna. “thanks Y/N” she smiled. “Expelliarmus” you're wand flew out the grip. “Expelliarmus” Ron Shot the spell at the man.

“Let's do this Muggle way, then” You cracked you're knuckles. Harry came in just time but stopped when he saw you lunging towards the death eater punching him in the face.

He rose his arm you caught it twisting and threw him the other side as some of the prophecy's hit his head. “Do Not Underestimate a girl” You dusted you're hands grabbing your wand.

“Harry!! ” You gasped when you saw him smiling proudly. He walked over and hugged you tightly. “That was amazing, Love” He gave you a kiss as a award, dragging you with him towards the door.

“HERMIONE!! ” you heard Ron screaming, you found him and three of you started searching others fighting any death eaters come on your way.

you got separated from everyone. Suddenly a death eater came and got you. Then everything went black.

“Crucio” You heard, Neville screamed, his legs drawn up to his chest so that the Death Eater holding him was momentarily holding him off the ground. The Death Eater dropped him and he fell to the floor, twitching and screaming in agony.

“No.. ” You're eyes bloodshot as the scene in front of you was terrifying. “Oh, Look the little baby woke up!! Had a nice dream? ” Bellatrix Laughed. “Yeah, I did! I dreamt about kicking Your Ass” You spoke gritting you're teeth.

“Now, Potter, either give us the prophecy, or watch your little friend die the hard way! And you're little girlfriend here is going to suffer” Harry looked at you, “No...Harry.. NO!!” He's going to give away the prophecy!!!

“Sorry, baby” Harry gave you an apologetic look. Bellatrix snorted. He held it out, Mr. malfoy Grasped within his hand immediately. Suddenly, two more doors burst open and five more people sprinted into the room: Sirius, Lupin, Moody, Tonks, and Kingsley.

“Let go off, her!! Now!! ” Remus held out his wand pointing towards the death eater who held you. You clearly forgot you were being held??? “That! Won't be necessary professor” You bought up you're leg high enough kicking him right in the shines, as the death eater fell on the floor holding his pants.

“Take that sucker” You ran towards Remus, who's smiling. “good job, N/N” He gave a pat on the head before heading off to fight the other death eaters.

Kingsley was fighting two at once;Tonks, still halfway up the tiered seats, was firing spells down at Bellatrix. You see Harry was being held by death eater. You ran upto him. “Hey! Arsehole” He turned his attention towards you, his grip loosen on Harry. “Harr—Duck” everything seemed to happen in slow motion.

Harry pulled away. As you kicked the death eater right in the face. He fell on the floor his hood falling off. Showing his face, Mcnair? “You? You were the guy supposed to kill buckbeak? ” You attack him again but Harry pulled you off.

“petrificus tortalus” Harry hugged you tightly, “I was scared... I thought I lost you” He whimpered. “You'll never loose me, You can have me all for yourself when we get back, okay? Now let's Fight” he nodded.

You somehow managed to find your wand, and started taking on death eaters. “Impendimenta” You shot towards another death eater who's trying to attack tonks. “Thanks, Kid” she smiled.

You took on one after another. You were too busy to even see Dumbledore has arrived. “Come on, you can do better than that!” You heard Sirius laughing. Bellatrix shot another spell, Oh No the veil. He missed it and you know Bellatrix would not let him live any longer. You ran as fast as you can using all the energy left in your body. No! No! Sirius!!!

“AVADA KAD-” You pushed him before he can fall into the veil. This is it?? Is this how you're gonna die? You thought but unfortunately you stumbled on to your left resulting on kissing the floor.

You winced in pain. You heard sirius yelling “Expelliarmus” you slowly sat on wincing even more. It hurt like hell. You're lower lip burst as you can taste you're own blood. "Y/N!!! ” Sirius ran to you, kneeing reaching down for you. Remus heard Sirius he catched a glimpse at you're small figure. Horrified, He sprinted towards you.

“Why'd you do that for??!! You could've died!! Now you're hurt” Sirius exclaimed, you're lips played a small smile. “Y/N? Y/N are you okay? ” Remus kneeled next Sirius. You nodded. “If it means I could save you, I'll take my chances siri” You're voice pained but you didn't care. Remus was shocked hearing the younger. Yes, Remus know how much Sirius means to both Harry and Y/N but he didn't think like this?

Sirius is important too, like everyone of you're friends to you. “Don't ever do that to me, again!!” said, Sirius As tears escaped his eyes. He hugged you placing a soft kiss on top of your head. Remus smiled. “If I'm ever going to be in you're family then you're my family too, sirius” you pointed towards the promise ring on you're hand Harry gave you.

“Does it hurt, Y/N? Can you move? ” Remus examined the wound on your knee. You shook you're head. “No... I don't think so professa I can't feel it” You stated simply as it doesn't matter. Even after he left Hogwarts, you never missed a chance calling him professor. Honestly, he always felt proud to have you as his student.

“we're getting you out of here, you already got hurt enough” Sirius and Remus slowly helped you stand up. “But—” “No means No, Y/N. No buts” Sirius said seriously. Remus chuckled. “Molly will take good care of you, okay? Go with him” Remus kissed your forehead.

You glanced at Harry one last time before Both you apparated to Grimmauld place.

“Remus? Remus? Have you seen Y/N?? And Sirius?? I can't find them? ” Harry asked, worriedly. “She's hurt, Harry. Sirius took her back and they're fine” Remus explained, calmly shooting spells and hexes at the death eaters.

“Y/N, Oh my god what happened to you?? ” Molly exclaimed giving a hand helping you as they leapt you towards the room.Both of them,carefully lied you on bed. “Sirius” it came out more like a whisper. “I'm here, Y/N. I'm right here” He took your hand into his. “Harry.. ” You said before darkness took over.

“How did this happen” You heard Harry's angry/worry voice. Your head pounded as the images from earlier came back. “She tried to save Sirius, Harry. And she did save him then she fell down, right after she saved him” Remus spoke softly. There uneasy Tension in the room? You didn't like it. “Again” Added Tonks. Everyone fell silent.

“I hope she'll alright” Luna said, worried about her fellow partner. Ginny hugged her. “she's going to be fine, Luna. She's just injured and needs... Rest”

“Harry... ” You open your eyes, then closing them again trying to adjust the light. “Y/N!!” He helped you sit up. “You made it back” you said in hoarse voice.“Y/N...” He looked at you with tears in his eyes. As he was neatly seated next to you.

“Hey—I'm fine, really. ” more tears escaped his eyes he buried his head into your lap crying. “Aww, baby I'm so sorry for scaring you but see I saved Sirius now you don't have to worry about anything. Look I'm a hero now” You spoke ruffling his hair.

“or is it more like. Heroine? Either way I'm great” you joked, a few chuckle left from others. “I love you” He murmured. You smiled softly. “And I Love you.... ”

“Bloody Hell, Y/N! You scared us!!” Ron said, dramatically. “Oh, shush Ron! We're glad you're fine, Y/N” Hermione smiled at you. You nodded. “You never fail to surprise me, L/N. Never” Neville shook his head smiling a little.

“You can't get rid of me that easily, Neville! Besides who's going to tease you about zabini everyday eh? ” You joked. Causing the rest to laugh.

Sirius walked over sitting next to you, and hugged both you and Harry. “Now Now!! Enough with the emotions here I think I might be sick.!! ” You said, jokingly. “Molly~~” You whined, Mrs. Weasley smiled. “Yes, dear? ”

“I'm starving” you pouted. “Alrighty then, Everyone hurry downstairs,Time for dinner!!!” said, Molly as she hurried downstairs. “Y/N? ” Harry called out.

“yes, Harr? ” you replied. “Marry Me” He breathed. “That my dear Harry Potter, I shall gladly” you giggled. Remus and Tonks chuckled. “Welcome to the family, Y/N” Sirius said, happily. Him and Remus exited the room. Going downstairs.

Ginny sighed “when should I propose you, Love?” she asked Luna who giggled. “How about Right now? ” “Hey, Luna! You both are not 21 yet!? No marriage! ” Ron said, being the overprotective one.

Hermione rolled her eyes. “God, I love these kids” Tonks said, laughing at the younger one's. “Trust me, Tonks! You'll love us even more when you see Sirius and Remus with Rainbow colors hair tomorrow morning” you said, giving her a playful wink.

“How did you—” “I have my ways, People” You laughed. “the little devil, you are” She ruffled you're hair before leaving the room.

“I'm serious, Y/N” said, Harry. But Y/N laughed “I thought he's sirius”. “Y/N...” you stopped laughing, for real this time. “I actually want to marry you.. Not now but maybe in the future, y'know when there's no dark wizard trying to kill me? ” He said, playing with your hand.

“Right, of course I'll marry you... After you defeat noseless!! ” Everyone burst into fit of laughter knowing it's actually true.... Noseless Voldemort. Hilarious!

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ The end　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

✾a/n: now that fic has finished.. Which one do you guys reckon I should post next? Hermione Granger fic or else Drarry X reader Fic? *sigh.... * there's a lot going on with me right now, and idk why I'm so moody lately. Everyday seems like hell and I just don't have any luck? It's like no. Matter how much I try.. Everyone still seems to think very less of me. Anyways, I hope you guys have a great day and also don't forget to like and follow for more♡ I love you all so much💚

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eryiss · 3 years

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Ship: Freed x Laxus

Rating: Matrue [Guns, Violence, Unnamed Character Deaths]

Prompt: Savage, Deadly

Summary: Perhaps having an affair with Russian spy in the middle of the cold war wasn't a good idea, particularly when Freed worked for the American Secret Service. But it was fine, America and Russia were never going to actually fight. Killing those they saw as traitors, however, was apparently a different story.

Notes: This is the forth Fraxus Week submission, hosted by @fuckyeahfraxus. This story has gunshots, death and description of blood, so be careful if those might affect you. If that's not something you worry about, I hope you enjoy it.

Links: Event Masterlist ||| Archive of Our Own, Fanfiction

A War to Be Ridiculed

Year: 1963

Location: Moscow, Russia

When their affair had started, Freed had been paranoid. He'd picked up the habit of looking over his shoulder, trying to see if another American agent might have discovered his behaviour and was trailing him to get evidence against him. At the time, the paranoia had seemed justified: an American secret service operative sleeping with a Russian secret service operative in the middle of an international stalemate between nuclear superpowers was hardly something that would be celebrated.

The paranoia had died out fairly quickly. Now Freed's main concern was how he'd spin his meeting in the quaint little café as a business expense.

Russian pasties were divine, but pricey.

His bosses would have a fit if they knew what he was doing. Hell: half of America would brand him a traitor if they knew he'd even thought about Laxus in that way. But America seemed to throw a fit over anything for the past few years. A Russian so much as coughing unexpectedly seemed to be enough provocation for an international incident.

Ridiculous, the lot of them. Freed was just thankful that he'd found a way to profit from them.

"What can I get for you, sir?" A waiter asked.

"Just a tea," Freed requested, leaning back in his chair. His Russian was perfect both in accent and in syntax. "I'm waiting for a guest; I expect we'll be eating when he arrives. He'll have a coffee when he gets here."

"Of course."

The man left, and Freed spared a glance towards the door. He had gotten there early, he knew that, but he was starting to get impatient. His job – when he chose to do it – was a stressful one. It was what he had signed up for, of course, and the thrill of it was truly exhilarating. But sometimes the pressure of it all got on top of him, and he had come to grown fond of these meetings in their infrequency.

It was a twisted situation, he supposed. He was sent to Russia on a two-year undercover operation, trying to uncover all information that the enemy forces had on their attack plans. For the first few months, Freed had been diligent in his actions, only to find that Russia had as much on them as they had on Russia. Nothing.

Propaganda was a fascinating thing. Everyone back home seemed to think the bombs would be dropping any moment. They wouldn't. Both sides were shit-scared of doing anything.

Once Freed had discovered this, he had reported back to his commanders and had been told to remain there for the rest of the mission and continue gathering intel. Three more months of gaining the respect and trust of Russian diplomats and governmental workers had led to nothing of interest. Both countries were entirely focused on their defensive measures in case the other country attacked, so nobody had any intention on actually attacking. It was a big, boring stalemate that would never actually come to blows.

It was getting rather tedious, and then Laxus came along. A thrilling, beautiful enemy with stunningly blue eyes and a sense of menace and distrust that drove Freed wild.

Their meeting had been a setup, it was obvious. Freed's rise in Russian society had been suspicious, and so the Russian government had wanted to better understand him and the threat he posed. Freed's alias had been a businessman wanting to help the government and in return get investments, Laxus' alias was that of a rich man wanting to invest money and get a return. Freed had known what Laxus was doing, and Laxus had known what Freed was doing.

Still, pretending he was in the dark about Laxus' true intentions was fun. They both spun lies, tried to catch the other out, and there was the constant reminder that they both had weapons concealed, and the person who slipped up first would end up dead where he stood.

The thrill was brilliant.

Their third meeting had been where Laxus had taken things further. He'd worn a suit so snug nothing could be hidden if you were determined to see it. Freed had gotten chills from the sight of it, and he couldn't remember if he was more excited by the curve of the man's ass or the outline of his gun against his chest. Laxus was silently proposing advancement in their roleplay: increase the danger and increase the pleasure.

Freed almost thought it might be an interrogation tactic, a way for Freed to spill his guts once sated. After their night together it was clear Laxus saw the war in the same way Freed did. Pointless, without risk, and something that should be mocked. He wanted Freed; he didn't want information.

You went submissive if you wanted intel. That night, Laxus had been anything but.

And so, their affair had begun. At first it was just sex, with the occasional meeting of their businessman and investor character to keep up their charade. Then, as time went on and they got more comfortable, their meetings became more public, and their facades dropped slightly. They could only meet once a month or so – they had to do their jobs, of course – but it was the most fun Freed had had in years.

Eventually, the quaint little bell above the door rang, and Freed looked to see the object of his affections walking in. Say what you want about Russia; they knew how to breed a handsome man. Broad shoulders, stern features, trim waists, and large thighs. What more could a man ask for?

Freed watched as Laxus spoke to the host of the café, before being guided to sit opposite him. Freed stood and shook his hand as if they were colleagues, and they underwent their normal childishly competitive hand squeezing ritual. Laxus relented first this time, taking a seat at the table after Freed motioned for him to do so. The host left them alone, and it took a moment for Laxus to break the silence.

"So," Laxus rumbled in his beautifully accented, deep voice. "You've not been murdered."

"I'm afraid so," Freed smirked. "Nor you, it seems. We should congratulate ourselves."

"We should," Laxus agreed, mirroring Freed's expression. "How so?"

"I'm sure we're both creative enough to think of something," Freed purred as he saw the waiter approaching with their drinks.

Under the cover of the tablecloth, he brought his foot to slowly glide against Laxus' calf. He raised it higher as the man placed the two drinks on the table and asked if they wanted anything else. Freed allowed Laxus to answer, putting pressure on the part of his thigh his foot found rested at. Laxus didn't stammer or blush at the action – he was a professional, after all – but Freed knew he was just a little bit more tense. He spoke calmly and dismissed the waiter, glaring at Freed once he was gone.

"You wanna get us caught?" He growled.

"If we got caught, it would be entirely your fault," Freed hummed. "Keeping a straight face is rather standard for what we do."

"I'll get you back for it," Laxus promised.

"I certainly hope so."

Freed raised his teacup to his lips, then halted.

He sniffed as subtly as he could, then slowly brought the teacup back down to the saucer.

Arsenic.

Someone wanted to poison him.

Instincts took over, and a list of questions needed to be answered. Who wanted to kill him? Who in the café was behind the attempt? Who outside of the café might be involved? Who had noticed he hadn't actually drunk anything? Where was the quickest way to safety? How quickly could he leave the country without anyone noticing? Was this anything to do with Laxus? Had Laxus been an informant, or was he in as much danger as Freed was?

As he watched Laxus raise his own drink to his lips, Freed quickly took a chance on the latter question. Before the drink could touch his lips, Freed pressed his foot firmly against Laxus'. The flirtatious teasing was now overpowered by strength, and Laxus paused. Freed glanced to the drink with only his eyes, then gave Laxus a meaningful look.

Laxus sniffed his own drink, then brought it back to the table without drinking.

Fuck. This was a setup for them both.

They had to assume everyone around them was involved. Freed had absently noticed how there was nobody younger than twenty in the café despite families milling around the square. He'd been placed at a table in the centre of the room as well, secluded and in the centre of attention. Likely everyone was an agent of some kind, and they all had been watching them from the moment he arrived. This was manageable.

"You must tell me about your sister's birthday," Laxus said, as if the revelation hadn't happened. "She's turning twelve, correct?"

Twelve. There were twelve agents in the room. That was passable, given some luck. But they needed to know the situation outside of the café as well.

"She is," Freed nodded, leaning back in his chair, casually glancing out of the window. He caught a glimpse of something reflective from atop the town hall, and sighed. "Her cousin is getting rather angry about it, apparently her mother couldn't afford the gift she wanted, and so they've been fighting. But you know how young girls are, always sniping at one another."

"I suppose so," Laxus agreed, body tensing slightly. "I don't know how I'd deal with them. I'd want to just leave the situation behind me, but sometimes even doing that means you'll get caught in the crossfire."

They agreed then. They couldn't just walk out.

"It is rather an impossible situation," Freed chuckled, idly toying with the teaspoon as if uncaring. "Sometimes it feels like you can't escape family, doesn't it?"

"Well I don't see any of my family here," Laxus laughed. He didn't recognise any agents.

"Nor do I," Freed agreed. "Thank heavens for small mercies."

They could be facing either Russian or American forces. They had to assume that, as they'd set up their assassination attempts when the two were meeting up, either side had come to know about the situation and saw them both as too big of a risk. Whoever wanted them dead, it would end up with them both on a most wanted list. This was bad.

Conversation without drinking could only last them so long. Eventually, any agents in the café would know their attempt had been discovered, and they'd act. No doubt they'd be armed to the teeth. A bloodbath was inevitable, they just needed to be smart, and they'd survive it.

"The food here is divine," Laxus commented, picking up his menu again. "The last time I ate here, I nearly congratulated the chef."

"Perhaps this time you will."

They'd be leaving through the kitchen then. The sniper was positioned so that he could shoot through the window, so probably they'd not be prepared for any kind of escape, certainly not one through the back alleys. So long as they could fight their way to the back, they should be able to outrun them and get somewhere safer. If even for a few moments, it was better than being in the jaws of their trap.

Just as Freed was about to continue the conversation, he caught something in the reflection of the window. A man tucked around the corner of the café's counter was looking directly at them both, hand scratching at his thigh where a gun most likely was hidden. Damn.

They hadn't finished a plan, and they were suspicious. But it was avoidable.

Freed, very slowly, wrapped a hand around his teacup and brought it up. Laxus watched, face unmoving but arms tensing. Freed tried to make his movements look loose and uncaring as he brought the teacup to his lips. He tipped it upwards, clenching his lips shut as tight as they could be. The hot tea bumped against his lips and stung – either from the arsenic of just the heat of the drink – and he swallowed as if drinking. He could only hope that had sated them.

"Good?" Laxus asked, voice a little stilted.

"Enough," Freed dismissed. "I do wish I'd ordered something a little stronger. Though I suppose it's a little early in the day for that." He casually looked over his shoulder to the clock, to see it was eleven fifty-eight. Perfect. "To think, in two minutes it would have been perfectly fine."

"It's a bastard, for sure," Laxus grinned, gently tapping his knuckle against the table in a sign of acknowledgement.

When the clock struck twelve, they'd go.

What followed was a tense minute and a half, where they attempted to fill the silence with general conversation. Neither man touched their drinks, but it seemed Freed pretending to drink his tea had been enough to convince them that their plan was working. They talked about nothing, though their eyes darted from place to place to make sure they wouldn't be attacked before they could move. The seconds seemed to stretch into an eternity.

Eventually, the bells of the grandfather clock rung, and they both spurted into movements.

They stood, chairs flying back as they reached for their weapons. Freed felt the wind of a bullet passing past him as he shunted himself to the left, and the back cushion of the chair exploded into feathers and dust. Nobody in the café screamed nor jolted; they'd been expecting it, meaning they were all agents sent to kill them. Good, no civilians made things simple.

Freed shot the man opposite him in the chest, a little to the left of his heart. The man staggered back, dropping his own gun as the sound filled the room. Freed quickly emptied another bullet into the man's skull. One down.

Laxus grabbed Freed's shoulders and shoved him back, banging him into a table. Freed watched slightly dazed as Laxus raised his own gun and emptied some shells into an elderly man and a young woman, who had been acting as a father and daughter. The man lurched back, falling against the window that had now been splattered in blood. The woman, who had been shot in the side rather than anywhere vital, tried to rush forward. She was holding a steak knife rather than a gun, and Freed quickly picked up a serving tray and struck her in the neck with it. He did so multiple times, before she stumbled to the ground, where Freed kicked her in the head enough times to knock her out. Either that or kill her.

Nine left.

When the window shattered again from another shot from the sniper's gun, both Freed and Laxus took refuse behind the counter. Wood splintered above them, and they could hear the sound of the other agents getting closer. Gunshots were near constant, blocking off their route to the kitchen and back entrance.

A lull in the shooting came, and Freed rose above the counter with his own gun in hand. He had expected that, with the number of agents involved, they wouldn't be as well trained as Freed and Laxus, and as such had to reload at the same time. Freed quickly shot the nearest agent, a woman in her fifties who was quickly spinning the barrel of her pistol. Freed's bullet landed between her eyes, and she staggered her final movements before falling to the ground in a lifeless pile.

Laxus, in an attempt to save bullets, picked up a sharp knife that had been put aside for cleaning, and threw it through the air. It struck a nearby agent in the cheek, and he stumbled back and grabbed at the deep, bleeding gash in his jaw. Not dead, nor incapacitated, but distracted.

Another agent shoved the bleeding man forward to get a better shot at Laxus and Freed, but Laxus acted faster. This time he did use his gun, and Freed almost winced as he saw the bullet slam into his face, eyeball exploding as the man screamed in pain. He fell to the ground, crumpling up and screaming as he rolled around the floor. Freed might have felt sorry for him, but he was an assassin, so mercy was the last thing on his mind.

An explosion of glass shattered behind Freed, and he winced as glass cut into his cheek. He grabbed Laxus' shoulder and dragged him down again.

There were seven agents unharmed and two badly injured. Feasibly they could kill them all, but it was a miracle they hadn't been hurt yet and their luck would run out. They had limited bullets available, and their impromptu weapons would progressively get less and less effective. They needed to leave and run, because if they didn't then logic dictated they would be killed. The kitchen staff seemed to have fled, so they were clearly not agents, meaning they had a clear escape route. They just needed to get across to the other side of the café without being killed.

"You go first," Laxus demanded. "I'll cover."

Freed nodded, and waited for another lull in the fighting. Knowing he needed to trust Laxus, he ran across the empty café without protection, ducking down to avoid the bullets flying towards him. He heard yelling and Laxus shooting, and hoped that Laxus was the cause rather than the victim. As he ran, he picked up the eyeball-less man's gun.

Once he was ducked behind the kitchen door, he tucked the agent's gun into his belt for later use and brandished his own gun. It was his turn to provide cover for Laxus, and he started by shooting at a woman with a pistol. She yelled and clutched her shoulder, though screamed when a bullet hit her forehead.

Freed shot as best he could as Laxus ran across the room and towards the kitchen. Freed only stopped when Laxus was inside, and the door had been slammed shut. Freed went to run, but Laxus placed a hand on his shoulder.

"What?"

"They'll pursue," Laxus grunted, moving a cabinet against the door.

"Yes, that's why we're running," Freed hissed.

"We need 'em dead. It's safer."

Rather than arguing, Freed decided that Laxus was right. They might not be top agents, but anyone left alive was a hazard to them. Three of them were completely unharmed and could track them. They needed to take any advantage they could get. Freed thought for a moment, before an idea hit him.

It took him a few seconds of routing through the kitchen to find what he needed: a gas canister for the kitchen's oven, and a blowtorch for their deserts. It was nasty and cheap, but it was a bomb. He removed his tie and quickly wrapped it around the handle of the blowtorch, holding down the trigger so that the flame would be constantly ignited. He then placed the gas canister against the barricaded door, which was being banged against by the other agents.

"The torch powerful enough?" Laxus asked.

"In time, it will be," Freed nodded, resting the lit blowtorch against the metal canister. "We need to go."

They did. They ran through the winding back alleys, utilising their maze-like qualities as best they could. They couldn't be sure who was following them and how close they were, so their paces didn't waver, and their determination kept firm. Freed felt his body aching but couldn't stop, not when stopping might mean their lives were over.

Faster than expected, they reached the edge of Moskva River. They couldn't see any bridges to cross it, and running along the river to find one was practically advertising their location. Going back into the alleys wasn't a possibility, and as such they could only do one thing. They climbed the barricade and jumped in.

The water was freeing cold, and it took Freed a moment for his muscles to acclimatise. He brought himself to the surface and saw Laxus had done the same. If nothing else, the quick submersion in the water had washed most of the blood off them both. They both began to swim to the other side of the river, Freed silently plotting how they'd hide now that they were both soaking wet. No plans came to mind, and Freed found himself hoping that Laxus had an idea.

"Boat," Laxus rasped, and nodded his head. "Look like yer struggling."

Freed didn't question the demand, and his practices swimming gave way to thrashing and panicking. He put on a façade of dread, deciding to yell when he knew the boat was getting closer. Laxus wrapped his arms around him as if trying and failing to save him. The two men in the boat noticed, and were rediverting their trajectory immediately.

When the boat was close, they climbed aboard it. The men peppered them with questions, asking what had happened and if they were alright. It took them a moment to see the injuries the two men had sustained, and their weapons.

Freed raised his gun and pointed it at them. It wouldn't work, but he felt like they didn't know that.

"We're going to need your boat I'm afraid," He demanded. Laxus raised his own weapon.

"And yer clothes," Laxus added; always thinking ahead. Two men in drenched suits might be somewhat conspicuous as they traversed the waterways. Two men in fishing apparel would be less so. "Quickly."

The men, fools that they were, took the threat at face value. With stumbling hands they began to strip and hand over their clothes. Within moments, Freed and Laxus looked like any fishermen that you might see on a river, and they'd given the poor men their suits in an act of mercy. They looked absurd and cold, of course, but it was better than finding themselves naked in the streets. Not once did Laxus or Freed remove their guns from their targets.

"You will tell the authorities you were drunk, fell into the river by mistake, and that you're incredibly sorry for causing a ruckus," Freed demanded, voice icy.

"And if you mention us, we'll kill ya," Laxus threatened.

Just as one of the men went to argue, an ear-splitting explosion shook the city. A plume of smoke burst upwards behind them, and the men watched in horror and fear. Freed and Laxus didn't react, and instead nudged their guns forward and looked at the men with feral grins as screams and shouting filled the city.

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Year: 1970 Location: UNKNOWN

Freed woke to the sound of grunting, and the now familiar sound of an axe meeting wood. He padded to the window of the small cabin, opened it, and looked down to watch as Laxus split the firewood. The man really was a sight to behold; unbridled masculinity in all of its glory. His muscles flexed and the axe splintered the wood spectacularly, and even now Freed felt a twisted thrill at the knowledge of what that man could do when called upon.

He bathed himself in the cold tin bath, and dressed quickly. He attached his gun to his belt and walked to their shared kitchen. He placed a kettle over the fire and began boiling it, walking outside and into the forest where they now called home.

The gun was pointless, in reality. They were nowhere near either of their home countries, where no doubt they had been touted as traitors and been deemed as instant kill targets. They weren't on the same damn continent, but Freed had learned his lesson about becoming complacent. It didn't matter that they were tucked away in a Scandinavian Forest, with only a small town of people knowing of their existence; he would remain armed as to best protect himself and his lover.

Also, the gun was useful in killing the dear.

Laxus grinned at him as he approached, placing the axe down and running a hand over his sweat drenched face. Freed was undeterred, kissing the man he called husband slowly and smoothly. Laxus wrapped an arm around his waist and grinned.

"Sleepin' in again, huh?" Laxus teased, still speaking his mother-tongue in his beautifully harsh accent. "Because it was your turn to cut wood today, I think."

"It was," Freed agreed. "And yet you seem to be doing it."

"Maybe I'll find a way to make you do it."

"Maybe you'll have to."

Both men smirked, tight hand's grasped tighter, and Laxus pulled Freed into a brutally incredible kiss, one he greedily returned.

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008. Adroid [FFXIVwrite2021]

"So just...pick a big room?" she asks the punkish apparition, head canting a little.

The redhead nods, smirking a little. "You're a clever girl, Quil - I trust ya won't pick somewhere with so little space, the bulkheads get blown up."

There's the briefest moment of blue screening brain at the compliment, but it's gone in a microsecond.

"'Cept when it comes to that other thing you brought up," she chides, crossing her arms and leaning against the wall. "That was stupid as fuck, and we're gonna be discussin' it when you're done kicking this Miqo'te about."

Quila can't help but wince, giving the Arcadia a sheepish expression.

All the apparition does to such is wave her hand a little dismissively. "I said later. Call your new potential toy - just be sure ta gimme a show~."

Then just like that, Quila's alone again. Sort of. Mostly. Sighing, she reaches up for the linkpearl that's paired to her tomestone. "Karuis...found us a place to train."

"Ah, and here I thought I was gonna resign to watching the rain bounce off the bulkhead. Where am I meeting you?"

Xe has busied xemselves with taking up a curled up position somewhere in one of the Outlaw's more out of the way pieces of real estate, some cross beams nearby to some of the larger guns. Xe hops down from their Miqo accessible locale as xe wait for the exact location, tail flicking idly behind xem.

"You grab a place ground side, I assume?

"Nah. Arcadia's letting us pick a room," she explains but doesn't. "I figure one of the cargo bays is gonna be best, yeah?"

She's already making her way through the massive ship. She's trying to find where the cargo bays actually are, given she's near the bridge out of habit.

"Long as we have permission, that's fine with me. And aye, cargo bay works fine."

Xe didn't really require an explanation, everything after talking house, living through the memories of others, a massive skeleton trying to kill xem, and whatever the fuck the past few moons have been...

Xe assumes the Arcadia is just as alive as anyone else, and she told Quila what room to use. As xe make their way over to the other airship, xe give some idle thoughts to where precisely in the cargo bay they were meeting before deciding that finding out could be the adventure. Xe gives a slight bow of respect as xe come aboard the Arcadia before xe start moving like a shade through the halls, the map the Viera had shown before of this great airship bouncing about between their ears; as xe try to find... oh, there she is. By providence, luck, or maybe just The Arcadia being well designed xe spot the Garlean and give a half-wave, tail flicking behind xem.

"Didn't get lost, did we? Would be a little concerned if you did."

"Pfft, she'd let me if only to watch in sadistic amusement," she chirps as she turns, startling a little physically due to their lack of footfalls. "But, there are multiple cargo bays here. This is just the first one I've found. This ship is MASSIVE, and I feel like it's some sort of game to her to not just...give me a map."

"I could certainly see that; watching people wander around aimlessly can be pretty hilarious." The Seeker blinks at the noise before rubbing the back of their head as xe put on a small smile. "Sorry, someone had the bright idea to put a bell on me when I was young, fucking menace ever since, apparently. But! I have a map.. kind of, at least I remember the floor plans or whatnot. Rika managed to snag, so I mostly know my way around.. but that doesn't stop me from being thankful that I haven't gotten lost.. yet."

Xe glances about the cargo bay for a moment before turning their gaze back to her and motioning to her, finding a nearby support beam to lean on.

"So, what's the plan for today? Am I starting with teaching you the basics of Thavnarian dance fighting, or are we sparring to see where you are in hand to hand generally and working from there?"

At this point, she's in a pair of shorts (black), stockings (dark purple), her almost-trademark boots (black & gold), and one of those tank tops that the Isghardians were handing out to crafters (wine red). While she doesn't have Talekeeper with her, at least, as far as can be seen, she's still wearing the Warmage magicite Locke'd given her as a pendant to the collar she seems to wear 24/7.

When he speaks of the bell, she ends up giggling a little, trying to picture xe with a collar bell...which was surprisingly easy.

"I'm thinking we try some hand-to-hand so you can figure outplacement," she notes with something of a wicked grin, suddenly ramping towards manic. "Just don't go easy on me."

Xe has swapped over to something more warm with their Bozjan coat now missing for The Twelve only know how long. So the Seeker has thrown on a currant purple anemos gambison, some modified jet black strife pants, and one of their constantly swapping pairs of combat boots, these ones an Alliance make in soot black. Xe still has the twin onyx and dark amber revolvers gifted to xem by Locke on their belt though, besides that, xe aren't carrying any type of polearms. The two accessories that stand out are a watch on their left wrist that has a faint hint of aetheric energy coming off of it and a dull grey gunmetal tin clipped on their right, just about the size of a soul stone.

Xe raises a brow at the snickering and just shake their head a little; that smile from before staying before it turns into a grin at she's request.

"I wasn't planning on it; it wouldn't be an accurate assessment if I did take it easy. So I'll give you one warning before we do go; if you're gonna try and flow again, I'll start using my stone. On your mark, Aquila."

As soon as those words leave the Seeker, their demeanour switches with all the effort of a light switch, mismatched gaze narrowing as xe drop into a defensive stance, the style more reminiscent of an Imperial martial discipline than anything else.

"I uh...kinda don't know how to make those moves otherwise, so game on?" she replies as she falls into...absolutely no stance. There's nothing. Her stance is absolutely neutral all around, and suddenly, all but the most necessary of movements evaporates as she begins to focus on xem. It's slow, but there's a pronounced shift in her entire being, down to an aetheric level. A change she doesn't seem to be aware of.

She's almost maddening to fight. Any and all movement happens with barely a microsecond of warning, yet all of them still flow as though she's dancing, not fighting. Even watching the triangle, her telegraphs are tiny as hell; she always falls back to neutral if there's time, otherwise flowing from one motion to the next as xe fight.

And just like that, she blinks into the Lifestream to close the distance, ejecting just in reach of xe - as she had on the deck, only this time with the intent of actually striking him right in the solar plexus.

Xe would have clarified that xe head meant the blinking manoeuvre, but when xe takes in that she lacks stance, any of those thoughts leave xir mind. The Seeker catches the shift instance, their ears pinning back and tail puffing up as xe prepare for that same focus xe encountered on the deck of The Outlaw.

The dance-like flow to the spar thus far and the speed on display put the Seeker right in their element, moving with all of the grace that being both a Miqo'te and professional performer granted them as xe keep in sync with the Garlean. The Seeker shifts between and around styles like breathing the longer the fight goes on, prodding and poking at her defences to find her responses and strengths to certain things. The Seeker seems to favour a style favoured by Doman resistance cells, sending out elbows and fist and knee strikes in rapid succession.

Like a viper, the Seeker waited for that shift in the air as she went into the Lifestream. Xe know that point for point, xe weren't going to be able to match the manoeuvre for sheer speed, so instead, xe rely on the anticipation of the strike's previous flow. With an utter lack of hesitation, the Seeker moves to send out a swift dragoon kick, less focused on power but more on sheer speed as it snaps the air around the two. xir's body twists for the kick and hopefully moves the blow to somewhere less disastrous should it land. Xe was not about to hold back here, she deserved the Seeker at their best, and xe weren't one to disappoint.

Given that xe is a clever catte, xe'll quickly pick up on certain hallmarks of what she's capable of combatively: one of her biggest strengths is the lack of movement telegraphing, as it makes finding any sort of opening complex, at first. While her eyes seem to be unfocused, she locked onto the triangle that's formed by the Miqo'te's collarbones and sternum, that distant gaze seeming to more stare into their soul than past xem.

Blinking back into a kick sends her strike wide, the palm of her hand skimming along the side of his leg as she adjusts to try and block the kick before sliding around the side of Karius' body. Should she slide past him, her next attack is towards the middle of his lower back - another snapping strike with a bit of aether behind it, her second hand following to make a small follow-up strike.

With a better sense of what xe were working with when it came to her, the Seeker decides to switch up tactics. Xe shifts energy from trying to read the Garlean's movements to instead focusing on following through on their own and keeping a sense of spatial awareness in the room. Xe decides to eat the strike to their lower back, the energy needed to counter that far too much of a gamble; the weaker follow-up was a different story, however.

Turning on a dime on their heel, xe move to face she, using the speed and momentum of the rapid turn to try and veer the strike off to their left with their palm. Now fully facing she and the distance relatively short, xe go on the offensive, taking a far more aggressive stance as xe unleash a combination of palm and knee strikes. Xe wasn't relying on all of them to hit but instead overwhelming the other fighter with a complete switch from their previously tight defence. Xir's aim at the moment seemed to get the two of them out to a far smaller section of the cargo bay or at least push them to fight closer to this area.

Surprisingly, she doesn't smile at landing the strike. In fact, her expression is little more than deadpan as xe launch the continuous series of strikes. At first, she manages to keep up on blocking or redirecting the hits, but the longer xe continues the tactic, the more she has to pivot or dodge than she does block. Finally, it's becoming clear xir is going to overwhelm her with the rapid strikes...

...and as the Miqo'te overwhelms her, she blinks into the Lifestream, crossing through xe before flashing back into existence at their back. She's already executing a roundhouse kick as she solidifies, aiming for her opponent's middle back.

The Seeker was not about to let up the advantage of xir's rapid combos as xe continues to press her further into the smaller section of the cargo hold, boots squeaking against the metal floor as their speed increases. xe were, however, incredibly aware that xe couldn't keep it up forever; either she would come right for their throat or-

The sensation of being teleported through gets xem to shiver, warning xem what may be coming alongside dreading that blink. Unfortunately, there just isn't enough time for xem to dodge the strike, at least not in a way that wouldn't give her another big opening to exploit. So xe quickly turn on their heel and brace their arms up to catch the blow, which still sends the Seeker sliding back and does some solid damage. Xe hiss in pain as xe take a moment to centre xemselves before rushing into the Garlean's space. xir's method swaps now to something far faster, using their stone to gather as much momentum and speed as xe can while bleeding into these dancer-like strikes and spins. Thavnairian dance fighting, and xe gave her a crash course like an Imperial locomotive coming down the tracks.

Active learning at this speed is possible for the Warmage, though it was more of a slow build-up rather than a sudden gift of knowledge the way it can be when there's less going on. Falling back to focusing on dodging more than redirecting or blocking, xe would start to notice the more xe does a particular mood or technique, the more likely it is that she works it into her side of the fighting. With movements the Miqo'te's using heavily, she can almost perfectly mirror them; with the less frequent movements, she's a little unstable and erratic, her form nowhere near as tight and proper.

The continued attacks again start to press her, causing her to play defensive more than offensive.

Xe's next high kick ends with a different result: she doesn't attempt to block, redirect, or dodge such the way she has been. No, instead, she just...bends back at the waist, forming an almost perfect arch as her hands drop to the floor behind her. And then she pushes her feet off of the floor, intent of kicking her opponent with each foot as she shifts into a handstand before vaulting from such to her feet - facing xe, but several fulms away now.

As xe starts to notice she putting xir's techniques into her fighting styles and the like, that.. certainly gets a reaction from xem. But, then, something snaps from behind their crimson and amber eyes. The Seeker continues darting into she's space as much as xe can up until that next high kick, eyes going a bit wide as xe watch that arch and then the kick lands.

The hit lands nicely and sends xe sliding back, getting their tail to puff up and to show off their sharp canines, which are considerably sharper and pointed than even a vast majority of Keepers. Unfortunately, this fact doesn't stay in the spotlight for long as black aether sparks around xem as xe concentrates on their stone and go on an onslaught. Xe was going to put pressure on the fact she couldn't precisely copy their techniques perfectly or keep up with their speed to the same extent. If she continued using flow, then xe wasn't going to go easy, sending forth kick after dashing elbow to shin strike. One of the main strikes xe go into xe get right in her face and attempt a sweeping kick the Garlean before spinning into another kick to her midsection.

The initial onslaught causes her to start losing ground rapidly, causing her to dart backwards as she refocuses on trying to dodge as many of the strikes as possible. However, the moment the Seeker starts to focus on her face, she blinks backwards three separate times - putting as much distance as possible between them. Although she retreats, xe' leg sweep fully lands while the second is more of a light graze across her stomach.

She crashes to the floor as she exists the Lifestream the third time, rolling several times due to the force of the impact. Such is only stopped when the back of her upper body slams into the metal wall with a loud clanging thud. For a few heartbeats, she's propped up against the wall before her eyes fully roll back into her head as she falls sideways.

Xe was in the zone and was hard-pressed to get out of it, especially with the amount of blinking around the place that she was doing. Despite the serious expression on their face, xe were having so much fun with all of this. Xe goes to try and bring down another combination when xe hear that crash.

Xe pauses a few fulms away from the Garlean before their eyes go wide, and xe dart over to her side. Then, cursing under their breath as xe tries to force xemselves to not only calm down but try to figure out what might be wrong with their limited medical experience.

"Shit, shit... Aquila, are you alright?"

((Adapted from an RP session with Karuis.))

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outcast-thingz · 4 years

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Hello, my lovelies! I'm not going to lie, I'm really nervous about posting these stories... but hey, you miss every ball you don't swing at right?

Pairing: Tsukishima X femReader

Summary: You've had a crush on Tsukishima for the longest time and your friends know this. You thought you were pretty obvious but apparently not since he got a girlfriend and it wasnt you. Who needs that tall blonde idiot anyways it's not like you life depends on him liking you back. Right? Sure, but it still hurts...

Warnings: fluff, angst

~You Dummy~

‘At least it’s all about you-ou-ou-ou-oooo~; I think the blondes are done with fun; At least it's all about you-ou-ou-ou-oooo~ ; I think the blondes are done; we're all too cool for fun’

《 "Hey Tsuki~!" You greet the tall blonde. He shoots you glare for the nickname.

"Don't call me that, Shorty" he jokingly retorts

"Fine, sky tower" you shot him back a glare. You stick your tongue out playfully and giggle while he smirks rolling his eyes at your childish antics. A sigh and familiar voice came from behind you,

"Sometimes you two worry me. I can't tell when you guys are actually angry with each other." It was Yamaguchi.

"And hello to you too." You greeted. The three of you start walking to lunch. "If you really can't tell just listen to the names. If you hear our real name you know we're angry. Me saying Tsuki doesn't count because it's a shortened version therefore still a nickname." You clarified, "isn't that right tree top?"

"Whatever Halfpint" he rolled his eyes playfully. The boys start walking to lunch with you skipping beside them.》

BRRRRRING. The sound of the bell startling you awake. You let out something resembling a chuckle at your own stupidity for thinking it was real. It’s been a month since you two had your fight and he seems to have forgotten your existence. Whenever you’re around him he will look everywhere but you and if you try to talk to him his only responses are ‘mhmm’, silence, or he changed the subject. You shook your head and slapped your face to pull yourself out of these thoughts. Other students stared in concern,

“y/n, do you have anything to add to the class?” the teacher asked from the front of the room. You shook your head slightly, “then, please refrain from interrupting the class.” other students giggled and the teacher continued the class. Unfortunately, slapping your face was a fruitless effort because soon enough those distracting thoughts came back. You didn’t even remember moving to the next class let alone reaching the end of the day. When you came out of your haze you realized you were in the boy’s volleyball gym.

“Hey y/n, it’s been a while. What are you doing here?” Yamaguchi greeted. Your eyes weren’t looking at his eyes but rather through them.

“I don’t know… I guess I came here out of habit. I’m going to go-” You mumbled before a thought hit you

‘I go blonde when I'm sad, Blew motivation I had-’ you always went to him when you couldn’t get something off your mind.

“Hey, we’re about to start stretching. Ah- y/n, didn’t think I’d see you here shorty.” His voice called to you like a siren. One look at Tsukishima is all it took and your heart was a ship at sea crashing into the rocks.

‘To make my still-beating something, Not hurt that bad’ You couldn’t bear it, seeing that smile on his face. So, your gaze cascaded to the floor.

“Somebody looks happy.” jealously dripped from your words.

“What can I say pipsqueak, some things have changed.” he chuckled. It bothered you,

‘How can he act like nothing happened? He’s been ignoring me for weeks and now he’s suddenly Mr. Sunny Disposition?’ a growing anger stirred itself in the aching pot in your heart.

“You know for someone who’s been acting like I don’t exist you seem to be talking to me pretty easily right now.” you hissed. Tsukishima shifted his stance.

“...Speaking of that, I’m glad you came because I wanted to apologize.” Apologize? aPoLoGIzE!? The pot in your heart bubbled with seething anger. He has no idea what it’s been like for you, watching him laugh and smile around some other girl. How much it hurt to see her do what you couldn’t, get that stupid blonde to like you back. The pain of seeing him draw further from you. All of those hurtful memories flooded your mind.

‘Haven't been home in some months, I haven't loved myself, Just watching friends online, Look like they need some help’

It was almost dizzying having these emotions, any emotion really in weeks.

“Pipsqueak?” he reached his hand out to touch your shoulder and you shoved it off. Tears ran down your cheeks, steam blew out your ears, and that boiling pot of poisonous anger spilt,

“Do you have any clue what I’ve been through!? You do realize you are the only person I talk to when something is wrong, right!? I haven’t been able to talk to anyone about my feelings and do you know what ignoring does to someone?” He was left speechless.

“y/n maybe you should calm d-” Yamaguchi cautioned.

“NO! I’ll tell you what it does Tsukishima. First, it acts like a blade and it stabs you in the heart. A new one appears and makes its mark for each time you’re ignored. Eventually, you can’t feel the pain anymore because here’s a little secret about those blades, the tips are dripping with a poison called apathy. I haven’t felt anything but empty for weeks!” You fumed. “It's a horrible feeling. Being yelled at for doing something I thought was normal for us and not knowing why until I saw you and her together. And do you know what made it worse?” You lifted your eyes so that they met his. He stayed silent. By this time the rest of the boys had stopped what they were doing and were just as speechless as Tsukishima was. “If you weren’t ignoring something I said you would change the subject and it would always be about you.” You advance towards him. “It’s. All. About.” you jab his chest with each word, “YOU!” you bellowed as you shoved him. To everyone’s surprised Tsukishima almost fell.

“Y/n..” He spoke softly and you could tell he was hurting. You could see him screaming he was sorry behind his eyes.

“I never asked to have feelings for you, even though I thought I pretty obvious with all the nicknames I gave you and how I would always lightly punch your shoulder and giggle after you told a joke or even how I joking called you a dummy when those rare moments something would go over your head.” a tear ran down your cheek. Nothing, not a word from anyone.

“Y/n.. I-” He sighed, “please if you just let me-”

“Let you what? It’s been a month Tsukishima, A MONTH! The worst part is, I thought you knew…” you stammered. More tears ran down your cheeks. “I never wanted to be thinking this loud I never asked about the when, why or how; I wanted privacy, routine and everything between; While they're just finding me out; I never wanted to be thinking this loud.” You screamed.

The room was filled with a suffocating silence that would occasionally be interrupted by your sniffles.

“..y/n.” his voice gentle but wavering. He reached out to wipe your tears,

“ No one cares how I feel but at least It’s all about you!” You cry as you swat his hand away and punch him in the chest. You huffed and puffed for a moment and when you look up to see the shock in everyone’s faces. When you finally gained the courage to look at Tsukishima again you too were shocked. You had managed to hit him hard enough that he stumbled and hit the floor. The damage had been done and there was no taking back what had been said. The bubbling pot was empty of anger. Its waters had been replaced with guilt, regret, and heartache. Feeling empty was one the but this? It was like you were drowning with chains around your limbs and a cement block tied to your feet. “Tch” You spun around and sprinted away. One foot in front of the other.

“Y/N!” the others call out for you but it was nothing but fuzzy words fading behind you. One foot in front of the other is all that you mind focused on as your heart tied more cement blocks to itself.

‘I think the blondes are done with fun; At least it's all about you; I think the blondes are done; We're all too cool for fun’

Tsukishima knew exactly how you felt when you ran off. That feeling of the weight holding down his chest as he cursed and screamed at himself mentally while you were yelling at him. The punch was like a thousand knifes slicing through his heart.

‘No plastic or paper can take her or make her; Shake from the fact she's my world devastator’

‘Get up… get up damn it.’ he scolded himself as she ran off, ‘Get up and run after her… You’re going to lose her forever.’ Yamaguchi walked in front of the self-disgusted blonde and extended a helping hand,

“Tsuki?” the worry hit Tsukishima hard. He scrambled to his feet ignoring his friend’s hand.

‘You… I think the blondes are done; We're all too cool for fun’

“Y/N” Tsuki screamed out as he ran after you. For once in his life he let his tears fall as if for them to act as a symbol of his shame and guilt.

‘I go blue when I've had; A break at home to breathe’

He screamed out your name once you were in his sights. It felt like you were a world away from him. Even so, he pushed himself further, faster, and harder with every step he took.

“Damn.” he curses under his breath rain began to pour. It didn’t take long for the roads to get slippery and you found yourself slipping. You scrambled to your feet once again and continued running a little longer. The weight was becoming too much causing you to slow down with each step until you were at a complete stop. Seconds later you could feel Tsukishima’s arms wrap around you tightly. You couldn’t find the muscle to push him away, you just wanted to disappear so the pain would stop. “I used to crave a getaway, Now I don't wanna leave” His lamented, “I broke up with that girl a week ago because I realized I was only dating her to get my mind off of you. I pushed you away because I didn’t think you would ever like me back. I’m sorry, and I know that sorry means nothing right now but… I was stuck at home for some months, I didn't love myself, Before we sold out shows, Before I needed help…” His voice increasingly cracks and waivers with every word. He pushed you back so you could see his face. “I never wanted to be thinking this loud, I never asked about the when, why or how; I wanted privacy, routine and everything between, while they're just finding me out; I never wanted to be thinking this loud” They two of you stared into each other’s pained eyes. He leaned over and placed his forehead on yours, “I’m an idiot..” He admits as his tears roll off his cheeks falling onto yours. A giggle worked its way out of you between blubbering tears,

“That’s right... you dummy.” you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer so your lips could collide. He is happily surprised by this and decides to tighten his wrap around your waist so he could spin the two of you around once. Once your feet hit the ground the two of you stand there for a few minutes both in silence and in each others arms. To be honest, the two of you were lucky it was raining so hard, no one wanted to be out driving in that weather. There you two stood on the road. The rain softens but doesn’t go away. The lamppost turning on qued your want to leave. Fingers intertwined and swinging back and forth as the two of you walked home together.

“Were you really crying?” you tease and squeeze his hand once,

“Must have been the rain falling off my face.” he squeezed back.

‘At least it’s all about… us.’

#Spotify #kei tsukishima #haikyuu tsukishima #haikyuu x reader #tsukishima x reader #angst #heartbreak

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kenmasgameboy · 4 years

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PIPSQUEAK

a kuroo x gangmember!reader

summary;

" you like to cause a bit of trouble, pipsqueak?"

" pipsqueak? seriously?"

Life for you got turned upside down after your first year at Nekoma high. Realizing it was too dangerous, your parents sent you back to live in Miyagi and attend Karasuno with your old friends. Kuroo Tetsuro, the Police Chiefs son, comes into contact with you in the most unexpected way possible, bringing trouble wherever you both go.

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Prologue.

High school was never that interesting to you. Though, you'll admit that it was a good way to help the days pass. You always found different games to help.

At first, games to you meant sneaking out of the house, slashing tires, almost getting arrested, going to parties. You had a bad reputation. You had been mixed up with all the wrong people before at your old school. But now you were going to turn your life around. Even if that means that now games to you would mean studying. Kind of.

The closest you'd probably get to your new life would be getting in trouble for minor things at school. For example, falling asleep in class was a specialty of yours. Truly, an art form. Waking up to that sweet slap of a ruler against your desk was better than any alarm clock you'd ever hear. The rush in your chest, the heat to your cheeks, the sweaty palms. Incredible. But that is it. You promised your mother that this year you would be making her proud at Karasuno. You wouldn't be hanging out with those "thugs" as she liked to call them. You would keep up, maybe pay attention, and maybe make some more real friends.

The truth was that school never felt like a real challenge to you. Sure there were plenty of difficult subjects that made you feel stupid but you always kept out of the drama, minded your business, and kept your head down. It was fine. There really was a target on your back now that you were the new girl at school though, and you had adjusted week by week meeting new people and reuniting with some old ones, too. But ultimately you decided the social system just wasn't made for you. There wasn't really a good place for you to fit in, or maybe it just wasn't comparing to the kind of family you made before.

Today was one of those days where your motivation was at its peak, you were taking good notes. Studied for a quiz, been overly diligent. Then that sweet beautiful sound of the lunch bell rang, you pulled out your food, grabbed your skateboard, and left the classroom in a bit of a hurry. As you were leaving you started to hear a conversation:

Dude, don't worry, I have it completely handled. Watch...

"(Y/N)!" Narita, your classmate called for you once you exited the room and into the hallway. He stood next to Ennoshita who looked like he would explode any second. You knew Narita, him and Ennoshita were in Class 4 with you and you really didn't have that many real friends at school but you wouldn't mind calling them that. They were some of the friends you were reunited with from middle school, they were a big comfort to you when you transferred in.

"Hey, how's it going?" You slowly walked over, trying to find your excuse to leave and take a nap without seeming impolite.

"Great, good. Thanks, yourself?" Narita answered for him and Ennoshita. He also seemed in a hurry for some reason but was much worse at covering it up.

"Pretty tired, but uh, for the most part—" You started but your sentence didn't last long.

"You should come to my party! Uh— Our party. We're having a party it would probably wake you up. It's in Tokyo! I mean—" Narita came in strong.

"Nice, buddy. You really do got this handled." Was all Ennoshita followed it up with, "Gotta go, see you guys in class."

"A party?" You laughed a little, just because these guys were anything but the partying type. You started walking and Narita was following you like a hawk, "Don't you guys have volleyball practice or something?"

"Yeah, of course. But not this Friday night! I mean technically we do but we'll be done at 6:30. Party can start at 7:30." Narita followed up, "All the volleyball guys will be there, too. We have a summer training camp in Tokyo starting on Monday so this is kind of the only day we can get everyone together. We already had our friends from Nekoma invite pretty much everyone they knew."

"N-Nekoma, huh?" Your smile wavered, "That sounds like it'll be really fun for you guys. Thanks for the invite, but I don't really know anyone on your team. Plus, I can't get to Tokyo by 7:30." You said, declining as well as you could without making your answer too suspicious.

"Well, yeah about that. Um, by 'it's in Tokyo' what I meant to say was Tokyo guys will be there. They're volleyball players, too, actually." He explained, rubbing the back of his neck and adjusting his satchel, trying his best to act cool and lean against the vending machine you were using.

"So, it's a Volleyball mixer with you guys and a bunch of guys from Tokyo but it's not in Tokyo? Where is it, then?" You asked for the elaboration, kind of liking this dancing way to get to the point.

"Yes, well and other schools in Miyagi, too. It's a lot of schools, I mean I'm talking Nekoma, Fukorodani, Aoba Johsai, Johzenji, Date Tech, Shiratorizawa.. maybe.. Inarizaki.. and more.. again maybe. But it's at Kinoshita's house. Which is still kinda far, but it has a pool! His family is loaded and they'll all be gone this weekend." Narita finally got to the point.

"Sounds like it'll be a good time for you guys. I'm happy for you, sounds like you've made a lot of friends from other schools." You cheers'd your milk to him and started walking again to find a place to eat.

"No, no. Girls will be there, too. It's kinda the whole point."

"You really have to work on your pitch." You said plainly.

"Please, I need your help (Y/N). I was put in charge of getting girls to come to this party." Narita begged, you couldn't help but let out a laugh at his desperation. In all your years of knowing him and being in the same classes you had never seen him talk to a single girl who wasn't in a group project or something related to it.

"Why you?"

"It was either me or Tanaka."

"Oh, then definitely you are the better choice." You agreed, having known just from the previous stories he's told you. "Interesting proposition. I'll think about it."

"You'll think about it and say yes?" He tried, "Every time I talk to a pretty girl I feel like I'm going to throw up, I can't talk to groups of girls and invite them to a party. But you're likable, more well known now since you're the new girl."

"First of all, rude that I don't make you want to throw up. I'm pretty, sometimes."

"Fair."

"How about, I'll say yes if you tell me who it is you have a crush on, which girl you most want at this party then I'll help out." You offered. Narita thought for a minute as you started eating your lunch.

"Fine." He nodded, "This is my duty to my boys." Then he leaned into your ear and whispered the name of the prettiest and smartest girl in your class: Ichika Yua. Ichika was going to be a tough sell.

"Alright. A deals a deal. You've given me a secret and I will do what I can do. How many girls do you need, anyway? Are we going for a 1:1 ratio or..?"

"No, these guys need a much higher chance I think. Let's try a 4:1 ratio."

"Yeah, actually you're gonna take what you can get."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Now give me the rundown on your team. I don't really know any of them and I need to know for my pitches I have to do this week. And don't think because I'm doing some work means that you can slack off okay. I really only know 2nd-year girls, if you want 3rd year or 1st you have to go to them. You need to try too. Also, will there be alcohol?" You listed off your demands and were straight forward. Narita made a slow nod,

"Oh, I almost forgot. Do you know any girls from Nekoma who could come?" He asked you the dreaded question.

Yup, you were originally supposed to spend your high school years at Nekoma High School. When you were entering high school your dad got a job offer in Tokyo, forcing you to move out there after middle school. Then after everything happened, your Mom knew it was too risky to let you live out in Tokyo still and she shipped you back here to go to Karasuno and live in a small apartment by yourself. You have family friends who come to check on you and your parents visit when they can. It's not horrible, at least now you get to come back to streets more familiar.

"Um, I think the girls I knew from Nekoma aren't exactly the girls you want at a party. Besides, you should just ask your volleyball brethren to ask some girls and pull their weight. Or are they too pretty for you to talk to?" You teased Narita and knocked his head.

"Hey, girls are girls." Narita held his head from where you knocked it.

"Sure, if thats the case then the next time you see me I better be seeing some chunks."

You and Narita continued to eat lunch together that day. Until you realized you only had a limited amount of time left and had to use the bathroom before class so you excused yourself. You skated away around the outside of the courtyard with a bun in your mouth and around some of your other classmates, waving.

"Dude, uh. Who was that?" A guy with an aggressive appearance walked up to Narita, having walked past a few minutes before but stayed just to gawk.

"Huh? (Y/N)?" Narita clarified, innocently.

"(Y/N)... wow. What a beautiful name." Tanaka sighed in simp, "Is she our year?"

"Yeah, man. She's in my class. You never noticed her before? I'm surprised she was the talk of Karasuno guys for like the whole first week of this year." He laughed. "She is technically new to Karasuno this year. But she's from Miyagi, I've known her since grade school."

"My babe sensor has been reserved for Kiyoko only recently. Trying to be loyal." He humphed, "You guys a thing?"

"What? No, no." Narita laughed, "No, we've just been friends for a while. She's helping me get girls to come to the party on Friday."

Tanaka jumped up with optimism, "Yes! This is going to be the best party of our high school lives!"

"I hope so." Narita rubbed his neck to try and tame his nerves again.

"(Y/N).." Tanaka sighed again, "You know who's gonna go nuts when they get a look at her, right?"

"I know."

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alwaysaprille · 7 years

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I still think we're getting Bellarke, mostly because it's clear the writers have ZERO intent in giving him any other real love interest and I refuse to believe they consider MURPHY more worthy of a love story than Bell. But I really feel we're heading for a Bellamy who has to stand faithfully by while his true love explicitly carries out her dead "soulmate's" (who would've had him dead) destiny, and that is the most depressing ending for him I can imagine.

Disagree. L/xa has already fulfilled her in-universe destiny (as it served the plot), as much as I know that I’m going to get hate for this, it seems very clear that L/xa’s in-universe “destiny” was also to begin to form a tentative alliance between the Arkadians and the Grounders (largely prompted by Clarke) and then die, so we could have the big AI reveal, which is exactly what she’s done. She had no other destiny outside of that.

Clarke on the other hand, has always been our hero. She’s the focus of the story. We are watching her develop as a person and a leader every Season (even in Season 3A where it seemed she’d stagnated-she was still growing-just not the active kind we’d been used to seeing from her). This Season her story is obviously about becoming her own type of leader, we’ve heard people mention L/xa, absolutely true, both Niylah and Roan have mentioned her more than once, but the key is when they mention her. Both mention her at times when Clarke seems like she needs motivation, they continue to tie L/xa to Clarke not just in a romantic fashion, but in a leadership sense as well.

In 405, L/xa is mentioned because Roan and Clarke are once again discussing a plan:

Clarke: “Before you kidnapped him, did Kane tell you about the Nightblood solution?”

Roan: “He tried. Sounds to me like you’re making the next Commander.”

Here, Clarke shakes her head a bit-she’s clearly frustrated

Clarke: “The Flame is gone and you know it.”

Roan: “If Octavia is to be believed.”

Clarke: “Roan, this isn’t a conspiracy. I am doing everything I can to save all of us.”

Roan: “No you’re not. You grieve for L/xa, yet you’ve learned nothing from her. She was Trikru, but she rose above loyalty to clan. You tell yourself you have, too. The great Wanheda, the Commander of Death, who says she wants to save everyone, but builds a ship for herself, for her people.”

This is not a romantic L/xa reference, although it could be seen as one. Roan is calling Clarke’s leadership out. While a lot of us think L/xa wasn’t the greatest leader, she did manage to put aside divisions that had stood for almost a century and form a coalition between clans when no one else could. She even put aside the vengeance she must have desired for Costia’s death so that Azgeda could join. Even after Nia plotted against her, L/xa didn’t kick Azgeda out of the coalition, she got rid of the head of the snake (so to speak) and put Roan on the throne instead. Clarke had not done that as of 405, because, as Roan states, if a plan isn’t going to save everyone like you promised, why waste manpower trying to make it happen?

In 406, Clarke is detailing what the plan is:

Clarke: “I’m going to the island today, to take rocket fuel to Raven and my mom so they can make Nightblood.”

Niylah: “I’m sorry I couldn’t stop that boy from destroying your home.”

Clarke: “It’s not your fault. Now we don’t have to worry about locking 450 people out when the deathwave comes. Or sharing it with Azgeda.” insert self-deprecating smile.

Clarke’s been obviously stressed since she started talking to Niylah, and it’s not a coincidence that Niylah chooses this moment to mention L/xa.

Niylah: “L/xa would be proud of you. We’re all your people now. She believed that, too. She lives on through you.”

All of this could absolutely be seen as romantic, but as Niylah was unaware of Clarke and L/xa’s romantic relationship, it seems more likely that she’s talking about leadership. The entire sentence is about L/xa’s desire to merge all the clans into one coalition and how Clarke is now essentially trying to do the same.

Also the “She lives on through you.” could be excellent foreshadowing for Clarke not having to take the chip. She doesn’t need a “chip” L/xa when she carries her with her at all times.

In 408 L/xa, or at least her position, is mentioned twice (once by Roan and again by Murphy):

Again, Roan and Clarke are discussing a plan:

Roan: “You OK?”

Clarke: “Are you?”

Roan: “Nightbloods. You think I’d have learned my lesson after L/xa. We’re doing the right thing.”

Clarke: “You sure about that?”

Roan: “Certainty’s a luxury leaders can’t afford.”

Clarke: “I’m no king.”-This is Clarke rejecting leadership or at least her ability to lead

Roan: “Maybe not, but you were born for this. L/xa knew it and so do I. You don’t back down when things get hard.”

Clarke: “It’s always hard.”

Roan: “Yet here you are. I know you don’t believe it now, but…one day they will thank you for what you’re doing here. ”

Clarke: “Murphy won’t. Emori won’t.”

Roan: “If it works they will.”

Clarke: “What if it doesn’t work?”

Roan: “Then we die, knowing we did everything we could to save our people.”

Clarke: “Did you come up here to make me feel better?”

Roan: “It’s never been my strength.”

This is another conversation about leadership. Roan, despite his quip about comfort not being his strength, absolutely intended to make Clarke feel better. And he used L/xa to do that. Clarke put herself down, she’s doubting her ability to make the tough calls. She doesn’t want to do this anymore. She’s faltering. And so Roan reminds her that she’s already done it before. That a large part (if not all) of the reason L/xa fought so hard for Arkadia to become a part of the coalition was because Clarke insisted on it. He’s probably realized that Clarke is the reason he’s King of Azgeda and not dead. He’s using L/xa’s name to fortify Clarke’s leadership.

Now on to Murphy (who fighting for his life and Emori’s):

Murphy: “Who the hell do you think you are, huh?”

Clarke: “I’m trying to save us.”

Murphy: “Save us? Ah right, Wanheda, savior of us all! But maybe you’re forgetting that last time you saved us, I was saving you!”

Clarke: “I’m not forgetting.”

Murphy: “You haven’t forgotten? Then please, you don’t need to do this. Don’t do it. Please, please, you don’t need to do this. You know it’s too bad that you weren’t a real Nightblood, because then you could have been Commander. Imagine how many people you could have killed then.”

Now, Murphy’s line about the Commander, especially given so soon after Roan’s statement (That Clarke was born to be a leader. That L/xa knew it.) Probably struck a chord with Clarke. Murphy, like so many of the Arkadians, have no good experiences with the Commander and Clarke herself has seen what L/xa did under that title. Does she really want to strive to be a leader like L/xa? Is that what she wants to emulate? Does she want her legacy to be death and destruction?

And Clarke, after her conversation with Murphy can finally answer that question: “No.”

After all of these conversations about leadership that specifically mention L/xa? What does Clarke do? She rejects one of L/xa’s tenants: “That’s what it means to be a leader, Clarke. The truth is, we must look into the eyes of our warriors and say, “go die for me.”-L/xa in 214 “Bodyguard of Lies”

Instead of looking at Emori, at Murphy, at anyone else to take the Nightblood serum and see if it will work, Clarke chooses to inject herself. So yes, there were lots of L/xa mentions this Season from seemingly random individuals (and we might get even more), but every single one has served a purpose. To remind Clarke that she’s a leader, to give her strength, to show her she’s already made these decisions before and to encourage her to be her own kind of leader. The one she was before she began taking L/xa’s leadership advice (which might have worked for L/xa and all the Commanders before her, but was slowly killing Clarke on the inside.)

You haven’t been witnessing the story of Clarke carrying out L/xa’s destiny. You’ve been witnessing the story of Clarke finally stepping into her own. And if that’s not someone you want to see Bellamy with (who, by the way, has actually been doing his own growing-although his is more emotional-learning who he is outside of just being Octavia’s big brother), then maybe you should….ship him with someone else?

#Anonymous #Bellamy Blake #Clarke Griffin #Lionheart #The 100 #bellarke

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kaiyeti · 7 years

Conversation

Blake: How much farther?

Sun: You see those mountains in front of us to the left?

Blake: Yeah.

Sun: About ten miles,

Blake: Thank god.

Sun: When they are behind us.

Blake: UUUUAAAAAAAAAH. *Blake groan up into the sky As she and Sun walk through the dessert on Sanus.* That is going to be a three to five day hike at least and we only have enough water for two days.

Sun: Hey it could have been worse. We could have been hurt of kill when our airship crashed.

Blake: Fair enough. Although, That does raise a few questions on how it happened.

Sun: Yeah. No kidding. Our Airships are designed to go through sand storms with no problem yet when that weird one appeared out of no where hit us, The ship rusted into scrape along with everything else!

Blake: Plus, the other passengers. They were mummified. Aged to the point of almost being dust.

Sun: Do you think a Dust mine was somehow exposed to a sandstorm? It happens from time to time here.

Blake: Maybe. But what kind of dust... Ages... *Blake Started to question as she and Sun walked up to the top of a sand dune to discover a seemingly endless field of glass.* Whoa... What happened here?

Sun: Fire dust. *Sun said as he kneed down and felt the glass.* A deposit or mine must have ignited. Judging from the feel of the glass it must have happened recently.

Blake: Its beautiful.

Sun: Yeah it would be a cool spot to take someone on a date at night *Sun Smirked towards Blake who only rolled her eyes.* but these and dangerous during the day. We better go around it.

Blake: What? Why?

Sun: Well for starters the sunwill super heat the glass to the point that our shoes will melt and we would be cooked once its noon. Not to mention, There could be hold underneath of it. But the worst would be *Sun listed when a giant worm like Grimm shoot out from the ground, Towering over them before looking down at them and unleashing a massive roar revealing it thousands of circling teeth.* If there are grim... like this borgrimer.

Blake: *The two quickly reached for their weapon only to be reminded of them being rusted to the point of uselessness.* Shit! What do we do Sun!?

Sun: Remember how I said not to go on the glass field? *Sun Said as the Borgrimer began to draw back its head as its mouth opened wider.* FORGET THAT AND RUN!

Blake: *The two faunus quickly turn and dashed away as the Grimm worm cam crashing down to where they were and began to chase them down, devouring the glass field as it moved through the sand like a fish in water.* Shit! Shit! SHIT!

Sun: MAN, HOW COME WE ALWAYS HAVE TO DEAL WITH SNAKEY WORM GRIMM!? *Sun shout as he and Blake jump over a hill of glass and began to slide down a ginormous slope.*

Blake: *It was as they slid down Blake Looked back to see not site of the worm.* Huh? Where did it go? *she wondered until the Worm bursted through the slope raining break glass over the two as they do their best to cover themselves from getting any major cuts as it goes over them.* GAAAH! OH NO! IT'S GOING TO CUT US OFF! ONCE IT LANDS WE'LL BE SLIDING RIGHT INTO A PIT OF BROKEN GLASS!

Sun: OR ITS MOUTH! WE GOT TO STOP OR WE'RE D-huh? *Sun Shouted back when they both notice a figure standing at the bottom of the slope directly under where the Grimm will land.* OH HELL! MOVE MAN! GIANT FUCKING WORMS ARE RAINING FROM THE SKY!

Blake: What is that guy doing!? *Blake Panicked to her self as the Grimm closed in on the figure until she watched them simply raise their arm to point at the Grimm and in an instant watched as the shadow of the grimm the blanketed them part ways as the sun shined through The monsters split in two body.* Un. Be. Lievable. *Blake whispered while she and Sun witnessed the giant Grimm turn not into smoke but a black blue edged liquid that crashed into the ground below like a water fall.* What? Kai? It can't be. He's still on the island with Ruby and Yang. *Blake thought to herself, sliding closer to the figure spotting Gray skin like Kai's only darker.*

Sun: Okay. That's new. *sun Said Snapping Blake out of her thoughts while the closed in on the newly formed black lake below them and asked.* Uh, Blake. Quick question. Do we really want to go into that stuff that Guy just turned that Borgrimer into!? *Unfortunately, Before Blake could answer the Figure, who was indeed a man with long white spikey quill, dark gray skin, spike ribs on his sides, red scars around his left eye and across his face, and wearing ragged short hakama and bandages around his knives like fingered hands, stared right at them. With his black eye glowing with a iris gleam meet theirs the two feel something that could only be described as the fear of god run through their bodies, paralyzing them.*

Blake: I- I can't move. I can't speak. I can't even breath. *Blake trembled in her mind as she and Sun grew closer and closer top the black lake the man stood on top of, watching as the liquid became alive and reached out towards them with scythe like talons forming.* This is it. This is who I die. I'm so sorry, Yang. I guess I won't be able to see you one later time. *Blake thought as she closed her eyes with a tear running down her cheek. However, She suddenly felt herself come to a halt as her coat is yanked down, the heat of the sun disappearing and the glass slope shake.*

????: Yang? Do you mean a blond hair warrior with a metal arm? *A Rough deep voice asked causing Blake to slowly open her eyes to call face to face with the very the slayed the grimm and froze her with fear who wore a somewhat bored expression with a raised eyebrow leaning down towering over her with his foot holding the collar of her coat.*

Blake: ... Uh... Yes? *Blake stammered, finding herself able to speak again and glancing to her side to catch from the corner of her eye the man holding Sun by his tail inches from the tips of the bladed waters.* How did-

????: I see. *the dark gray skinned man said as the black blue edged liquid all in a split second was absorbed into him, disappearing without a track except for the glass field that once covered the desert floor turned into one of glass to which he them releashed both faunus letting them slide and into.* Then if I am recalling this correctly. You are Blake Belladonna, Yes? *He asked turning towards the two as Sun gasped for air and Blake rushing to his side to make sure he was okay.* Tell me. Did your girlfriend share the bottle I gave her with you?

Blake: How do you know? Wait... Bottle? *Blake inquared with a confused look on her face. That is until she recalled the night she and the rest of her team were on the stake out which Yang returned with a bottle of some liquar.* That was you? The Man that gave Yang that drink.

????: Aye.

Blake: Uh, Yes. Yes she did. Thank you.

????: And How is the young silver eyed Rose huntress's side doing? I haven't healed anyone since my son when he was a lad. Let alone a human.

Blake: Silver eye, Ruby!? You're the one that saved Ruby!? *Blake belled in shock as her eye grew wide as she recalls what Kai told her afterward.* If this guy saved Ruby then that means he's the same man that Kai- *Blake thought to herself when a large bottle gourd lands infront of her and Sun.* Huh?

????: There is enough water in that gourd for a week between the two of you. You both should reach Vacuo by then. *He told the two as she tunred and walked away and called back.* And Don't worry about any Grimm. I was very bored.

Sun: W-Wait a'sec! *Sun coughed.* How Did you kill that Borgrimer!? Why are you giving us water when it looked like you were going to kill us!? WHO ARE YOU!?

Blake: Do you know another gray skinned man named Kai?

????: *It was at the mention of Kai the man stopped midstep for a moment before continued to walk away and muttered so only Blake could hear.* Aye. Give him my best. *After that he leaped into the sky and darted off like a bullet.*

Sun: Who was that guy?

Blake: I... Someone Kai must know. Come on. Lets get going.

#rwby #blake belladonna #rwby sun wukong #OC Zarage

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saltandlimes · 7 years

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Galyrennic (is that the ship name, is that where we're going, I think this is where we're going) fic you'll never write prompt: Impetus.

Impetus

[Lyra/Orson/implied Galen, ~1500 words, T]

Lyra has never been a jealous person. As a child, she’d shared her toys with anyone she’d met. In university, she’d freely offered her expertise to her classmates. At least, Lyra has guarded what is hers until she meets Galen.

Orson has held on to what is his. He knows that he’s not likely to get a second chance if he lets go of it. There are only so many chances for a nobody’s son from the Mid Rim. And Galen? Galen has always been his.

It’s a paradox.

And something has to change. Lyra realizes it one bright day in the middle of doing her shopping. They’d all had dinner the night before - she, Galen, Orson, all sitting around a table and sipping wine watered down with subtle digs. Orson’s eyes had flamed as her fingers grazed across the back of Galen’s neck. He’d settled himself too close to Galen on the couch in retaliation, leg pressing up against Galen’s in a long line that Lyra couldn’t take her eyes off of.

Something is going to break.

She can feel it trembling, waiting for just the right impetus, just the right thing to push them all over the edge. They’ll land in a broken heap, desperate and afraid. She’s sure of it. She looks up.

High above her is the corps of engineers building. She can see its shadow stretching long across the plaza. Lyra straightens her tunic. She takes a deep breath. She steps into the shadow.

The ride up to the 345 floor, where Orson has his office, is long and empty. Lyra doesn’t look out at the clouds as she passes them by. Instead she closes her eyes. She can do this. There is no other choice.

“How can I help you?” The receptionist looks up at her, at the heavy pack and the tunic that Lyra knows bears the stains of years of work outdoors.

“I’m here to see Orson Krennic. Could you let him know Lyra Erso is here?” The receptionist frowns.

“He didn’t tell me he was expecting anyone.”

“He’s not. But tell him I’m here anyway. He’ll see me.” There’s a long pause as the receptionist gets on the coms. Lyra can’t hear Orson’s response, but she sees the receptionist’s face fall, her lips pressing together.

“He’ll be right out.” Almost before she’s done speaking, Orson appears from the long corridor leading into the depths of the building.

“Lyra!” He steps forward, eyes tight, lips smiling. “This is an unexpected visit. Couldn’t go a day without seeing me?”

“Something like that, Orson. Could we talk privately?” Orson nods and leads her down into the belly of the beast, to his office. Lyra shrugs off her pack when they get inside, but doesn’t sit down, even as Orson collapses into his chair.

“So what can I do for you, Lyra?” Orson smiles at her again, baring his teeth. Lyra closes her eyes for just a second. She finds that still place deep inside her, that quiet center where her heart rests. Then she opens them to meet the glittering ice shards of Orson’s eyes.

“May I finally be completely honest with you, Orson?”

“Lyra, Lyra! I would hope you’d always be honest with me.” She has to resist the urge to walk over and shake him by the shoulders. She takes a step forward, plants her feet firmly.

“We’re going to destroy him, Orson.”

Orson sits forward in his chair, mask falling away as his lips pull back from his teeth. Lyra can see how his hands clench on his knees, knuckles white. He manages to raise a single eyebrow smoothly.

“I have known Galen a long time, Lyra. If anything is destroying him, it’s not me.” His voice is sharp, glittering shards of metal. Lyra takes another step forward, so she’s on the same side of Orson’s desk as he is. His eyes are like frozen methane, colder than any water, than any human place.

“It is, Orson. It’s both of us. He doesn’t know it yet. It’s Galen. He won’t know it until he’s a broken heap on the floor and both of us stand like vultures over him, trying to pick apart the scattered pieces.” Lyra clenches her fists as Orson purses his lips.

“What do you want from me, Lyra? What options to you think we have. I will not give Galen up. Not to you, not to anyone.” And his eyes flame, brighter than Lyra has ever seen them. It’s a crack in the perfect shell that makes up Orson Krennic, and she can see into the forest fire raging inside of him. It’s a maelstrom, and Lyra’s about to throw herself into the center of it.

Lyra steps forward, so close that she can feel the head of Orson’s body. She reaches out and grabs his shoulder, pushing him back so that he leans against the chair. Then she swings a leg around to settle herself in his lap, straddling him.

“Wha-” Orson chokes out. Lyra tangles her hand in his short hair. She wonders if this is how it feels to Galen, if this is what it’s like when Galen does this. She knows it happens. She fingers the soft strands, letting them slide through her fingers. Does Galen like how they feel? She supposes she’ll find out, if all goes as she intends.

“Neither of us will give him up, Orson.” His hands come up, and it seems almost involuntary. They settle about her waist, squeezing a little. “I know that, you know that. We can keep fighting each other till time ends, or… we could… try something new.”

The first press of her lips against his makes her stomach turn. Is this how it feels to Galen? Is this what it’s like when they kiss? She pushes forward. Orson’s hands tighten around her hips, slipping lower, until the tips of his fingers press into the curve of her ass. He bites at her lip, and suddenly she wants to know more. She wants to feel every touch of Orson’s hands. She wants to suck on his tongue and know that Galen has done the same. She wants to bite at his neck and leave marks that Galen can see and know as hers. She moans as Orson’s fingers slip lower.

“What do you hope to gain with this?” He pulls away, panting, just far enough to breathe the words into her mouth. She rolls her hips slightly.

“I want to know, Orson. I want to know what he needs from you. And I want…” She trails off as Orson brings one hand from her waist to lift up her hair. He nuzzles behind her ear as she speaks, fingers petting across the back of her neck.

“I want Galen whole. I want him to have both of us. And the only way to do that…” She gasps as he bites at the soft skin below her jaw. “The only way to do that is for both of us to accept this. All of us, together. No more fighting over him, Orson. No more fighting one another.”

Orson pulls away, laughs a little. His teeth flash in the light, even and he runs a hand down Lyra’s back.

“And the best way to do that is for us to fuck?” Lyra flushes. He’s pulling her more tightly into his lap now, his free hand finding its way inside her tunic to start to untuck her undershirt.

“All of us, Orson. For all of us to be together. This is just a taste, to see if you and I can enjoy this enough together, just the two of us.” Orson smirks, undoing Lyra’s belt quickly.

“Fuck Galen’s wife? Trust me, Lyra, I’m going to enjoy this.” Lyra grimaces, shivers at the feeling of Orson’s lips pressing against her throat. She leans forward to whisper in his ear.

“Not as much as I’m going to enjoy fucking Galen’s lover.”

“Worried you won’t measure up?” He pulls her tunic apart and pushes it off her shoulders to slide to the floor. She wraps a hand lightly around the back of his neck and presses their foreheads together.

“Not that at all, Orson. After all, we’re going to be equal. We’re both going to get to keep him. He wants both of us. The least we could do is figure out what he sees in either of us.” This time, Orson’s laugh is true and free, the slow chiming of bells.

“Right you are, Lyra. Both of us. And won’t that make a pretty, pretty picture.” Then his lips are back on Lyra’s, and she can’t quite bring herself to wonder if this was a good idea at all. All she can think of is how this will feel with Galen there between them. All she can imagine is Galen’s delight when they both come to him, ready for him. All she needs is Galen. And if she has to take Orson Krennic in the bargain, well, so be it. It is all the will of the Force, after all.

Even this, even Orson’s teeth digging into her neck and his hand cupping her ass. All this is the way it should be.

Continued in The Misaimed Arrow of Their Spite

#galen/lyra/orson #lyra erso #orson krennic #galen erso #galen lyra and orson's really fucked up relationship #lyra/orson #lyra/orson/galen #Krennic/Galen/Lyra #implied infidelity #my fic #bad scientists ot3

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