#duel monotone

[outpastthemoat]

fathers.

Sometimes Aang and his friends take turns guessing at how Zuko got the scar that covers half his face, at night when they are wrapped up in their blankets and curled up sleepily next to the fire, or during the long monotonous hours they spend leaning against the side of Appa’s saddle as they follow along the rugged coastline of the Mo Ce Sea. 

A freak training accident—an ugly street brawl—bested in a duel (surely not difficult to do, sniffs Katara)—insulted the wrong person at the wrong time—Agni himself decided to teach him a lesson.  Katara thinks the first explanation is the most likely.  Aang himself can't decide.

"Tripped over his own stupid pointy boots during a battle," Sokka says scornfully, "and fell flat on his face.  Idiot."

They’ve heard all kinds of rumors, from idle gossip among bored fishmongers and spice traders to irreverent speculation by Fire Nation soldiers and guards.  None of the explanations ever match up, and some of the theories are ridiculously far-fetched, but the sound of Zuko’s name always makes them freeze, as though the word might conjure up the prince himself.  But none of these theories are anything like the truth.

They find out in the market of an Earth Kingdom village.  Katara is filling her basket up with fruits, melon-cumbers and appleberries and mango-pears, while Sokka bargains for fresh filleted elephant-koi.  Aang is happily browsing a selection of colorful glass beads, combing his fingers through the bright greens and yellows, when he overhears Zuko's name.

“Have you heard about the banished prince caught sailing in Archipelago waters?” one elderly man says to another over their game of pai sho, and Aang stops in his tracks.  “Seems like he’s now displeased his father even more than he already has.  Think the Fire Lord will finish what he started and scorch off the rest of the brat's face this time?”

The old men laugh heartily, and bend back over their game.  Aang goes on standing there, frozen in confusion and a steadily growing dismay.  But that means, he thinks.  That means... He shakes his head.  No, it couldn’t mean what he thinks.  He must have misunderstood.  But a quick glance around at the stunned faces of his friends tells him that he hadn’t.  

Quietly they gather up their purchases and walk back to camp.  No one says a word, not even Katara.  

“It doesn't make a difference,” Sokka says suddenly that night, hunched over their fire.  He doesn't have to specify what he’s talking about.  They’ve all been thinking it.  “He’s still a jerk who wants to capture Aang.  He’s still the enemy.”

But it does, Aang thinks.  And the next time Zuko catches up to them, he finds himself looking closer at the scar that twists one side of Zuko’s face into an unnatural grimace, imagining that he can see the shape of a man’s hand in the dark, mottled skin and the blistered remnant of ear.   And maybe that’s why he goes easy on Zuko this time, doesn’t spin his staff and and send the sharp blast of air that would have sent Zuko slamming against the stone wall behind him.  Somewhere in the back of his mind, Aang can’t help thinking that maybe Zuko’s been hurt enough.

You don't understand about fathers, Zuko had said to him the first time Aang had met him.  Back then, Aang had thought it was an insult, to show off the power and prestige that comes with inheriting such a title, a boast about everything that Zuko had and that Aang did not. 

Now he thinks Zuko might have meant something quite different.  That Zuko had been talking about what a father might do to their son, as a punishment for disobedience. 

Aang closes his eyes and takes himself back to that moment in the South Pole, and hears Zuko's grave, quiet voice saying those words again.  Maybe, he thinks, maybe it was as close as Zuko could ever come to an apology, for doing what he thought he had to do.

Late that night, when he's warm and sleepy and curled up against Appa’s furry side, Aang tries to picture Gyatso, the closest thing he’d ever had to a father, ever striking him—even just a light, stinging slap across the face.  But he just can’t do it. 

And Aang knows then Zuko had been right about him.  He doesn’t understand about fathers after all.

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[mrsmikaelsxn]

What Did You Do

masterlist

pairing: tom riddle x female reader, voldemort x female reader

warnings: angst, tiny bit of fluff

summary: throughout your years at hogwarts, you and tom were inseparable, now as a professor you see what happened to him at the battle of hogwarts - requested by anon

a/n: i'm going to age down voldemort and the reader (meaning because mcgonagall is a little younger than voldemort, the reader would be so old lmao. so i'm just imagining the reader is like remus' age, it wont affect the time line, idk if that makes sense sorry)

song: the night we met - lord huron

Tom was brilliant, so were you. You were both the top of your classes since your first year at Hogwarts.

That's how you two started talking. You would be partnered with each other in most of your classes, you made an excellent pair.

Throughout the years there, you two had grown a bond. Eventually, you both had feelings for each other.

You knew of your affections towards him, you didn't tell him because you didn't want to ruin your close friendship. But Tom had been in a sort of denial, seeing as how he was conceived under a love potion, he didn't think it was possible.

Around your sixth year, he had come to terms with how he felt. You two had confessed to each other after one of Slughorns dinner parties, he had attended as your date.

It came as a shock to most students when the news of you getting together spread.

They had know he had a soft spot for you, but he had never shown any romantic feelings towards anyone before.

It was seventh year and Tom had confessed to you of his plans and becoming Lord Voldemort.

He asked you to join him and be his partner but you couldn't. It was wrong and you knew it, he knew it deep down too.

You figured this was caused by his horrible childhood at the orphanage, he told you all about how he was treated.

He asked you one final time to join or he would have to continue without you.

You stood there in front of him with tears streaming down your face as you shook your head.

He wanted to wipe the tears from your beautiful face, but he knew it would make him tempted to give up the plans he worked so hard for.

So he turned his back on you and left you behind while you cried and begged him to stop what he was doing.

After that night, you hadn't seen him again.

"Harry!" you call your student, a student who was like a son to you.

You knew of how he got his scar, as did everyone else. It broke your heart each time you thought of what had caused it.

"Harry, be safe, I'll be right behind you," you kiss his head. He goes and runs off to find Voldemort as students and staff start to fill the courtyard and go into a circle.

You quickly walked through the empty halls of Hogwarts, making sure there were no student that needed help.

You finally went outside and saw Harry and Voldemort in a duel.

You gasp at how he looks, this wasn't your Tom. You hadn't seen how he looked since that night so long ago.

You rush over ignoring the calls of people to stop.

"Tom! Stop this!" you yell with angry tears forming in your eyes.

Voldemort blocks Harry's spell and sends one to knock him out for a little while he drops his arm to look at you.

People watching were frozen in their places as they took in the scene in front of them. There were very few people who were aware of your past relationship with Tom.

"Y/n."

"What did you do," you cry. He almost winces at the pain in your voice.

He slowly walks over to you and stops about three feet from you.

"I got the power I've always desired," he explains in a monotone voice.

"Tom... we could have had a future together, look what you've become," you whisper.

"You didn't wish to join me, you didn't expect me to drop everything I've worked for, did you?"

"Yes, I did, because you could have and I would have done the same for you," you try your best to keep your voice from cracking.

He knows you're right. He couldn't look you in your eyes. He looks around at the faces watching as he tries to not think about how beautiful you still are.

You had grown into a stunning woman, and well, he felt embarrassed by what he had come to.

"Stop!" Voldemort shouts, annoyed at his now conflicted emotions.

He feels tempted to stop and apparate you and him somewhere to stay, like how you always dreamed of.

He couldn't, not now. He decided an apology was the only thing he could do, as he went to apologize to you, he suddenly felt pain all over.

He turned his head to see Harry with his wand pointed at him. It was then you both realized he was truly gone.

As he starts to turn to stone, he uses all the energy left in him to look at you, in the eyes this time.

He watches as so many emotions flash through your eyes. He memorized your features in the few seconds he has.

You look at Voldemort on his knees, almost all stone. You see him mouth something, it looks like 'I'm sorry', but you can't be sure.

You watch as he looks you dead in the eye, finally turning completely to stone and dissolving into nothing.

People around you start cheering and hugging as they all celebrate.

Harry turns to you and sees the devastated look on your face.

"I'm sorry that you lost him," Harry says as he hugs you, "not Voldemort, but Tom," he continues.

"I'm sorry too, but you're safe, along with everyone else," you sigh, "that's all that matters," you kiss his forehead and hug him back.

It took you a while to finally accept that Tom- Voldemort, was gone.

Things slowly got back to normal. Hogwarts was rebuilt and repaired. You continued your teaching career there.

You were sat in your room, in a cottage where you and Tom were supposed to be living.

You decided that if he couldn't be there to live life, you would do it for the both of you.

You pick up some letters he would send you when you were dating, you had saved them all. You look at the box and see one that hasn't been opened. Your eyebrows furrow as you open it. Then, a tear slides down your face as you read it.

My y/n,

If you are reading this, that means I have become Lord Voldemort, and am likely dead now.

I need you to understand that I am not the Tom you once knew. I also need you to understand that I have regretted walking away from you each and every day since I did so.

You were my family, my love, my everything.

I'm sorry I threw that away for power. I know now that it is far too late to go back.

I wish I could though, and spend life with you in that place you always use to tell me about. Unfortunately, it isn't possible. But know that if it was, I would take that opportunity in a heartbeat.

Stay true to yourself, don't turn your back on the people you love, I regrettably made that mistake.

You are a beautiful person, my love, I hope you accomplish all of the things you use to rant to me about.

Please forgive me.

Yours always,

Tom Riddle

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LOVE IS THE MOST TWISTED CURSE OF THEM ALL

PART FOUR

Gojo Satoru X Fem! Reader

check part 3 here

check part 5 here

a/n: this part is an introduction to a lot of main events 🫶🏻💕

update : Part 5 is now posted

Music recommendation ♪ : Jealousy x Pacify Her (mashup)

- Morning at Jujutsu High -

This was your first teaching lesson, you gathered your 1st year students. All of them dressed in their training fits, standing there carefully listening as you explained in details the use of the weapon you were holding.

“Each weapon has its own purpose, but remember true strength comes from knowledge and skill not agression”, you said,

as you began elegantly demonstrating for them. With a calm demeanor, you began with fluid movements, effortlessly twirling the heavy sword in your hand,

“Ground yourself, it gives you stability and control” you added, as you took a balance stance, grounding yourself.

You showed them how to block attacks, as they observed you attentively. You then started into striking techniques,

“Always target the pressure point of your enemy” you said smiling as you easily sliced in half the training dummy.

Your skills definitely impressed your students who were watching you, their mouths hang open, and definitely struck a nerve within Satoru who was silently sitting in the stairs, watching you teach.

He hates to admit it even within himself, that you proved him wrong, that you are indeed good with weapons and a good martial arts fighter. He hated every bit of it.

You didn't notice his ghost like presence, you were too busy teaching, giving your all,

“Always remember that Respect, Discipline and Integrity are more important, values are what matter, and without them physical strength means little” you further explained.

“hah values?” said Gojo mockingly, slowly stepping down the stairs joining you in the field.

“oh Gojo-Sensei” said Yuji.

“Before teaching others, why don't you teach yourself..y/n?” he said offensively

Your students' eyes widened in shock.

“I'm teaching Satoru– so leave..please!” you said politely trying not to cause a scene in front of your students after he carelessly humiliated you in front of them.

He approached you, trying to scare you and assert dominance with his huge figure, standing inches away from you. You stood your ground, mind racing with thoughts. What if he slaps you like you did to him last night?

His big hand reached to the sword you were holding yanking it, pulling it and pulling you as well,

“And you speak of balance and control? tch” he mocked.

You kept silent a lump forming in your throat. His hate for you is now public as if both of you aren't married.

“Will you let go?” you said in a monotone receiving a smirk from him “I said. Let. Go”

Gojo did as you said, slightly backing away.

“Have you even been in a real fight or you're just all talk showing off in front of your first year students? remember that even a kid with curse energy is still stronger than you!! bet you would get your ass whooped in a real fight”

“You think so? then why don't you try to prove your point?” you said in a defying tone

“Is it a challenge or a threat?” he cocked his eyebrow,

“Take it however you like..Satoru”

“This Saturday. Right here. We'll see if you can manage to harm me...even a bit” he challenged, involving you into a duel with him.

“Sure but don't be a coward! You better turn off your Infinity” you said trying to sound confident but deep down you can feel your stomach turning and heart racing.

Megumi stepped between both of you pushing Gojo away from you, “That's enough Sensei, y/n sensei is still teaching us”

“Just for you Gumi” he said leaving you all behind, showing his wide smile as if he wasn't literally looking like a demon.

“Are you okay?” asked Nobara worriedly,

“Don't mind him please..he likes to agitate others” Said Megumi

“Yeah I'm fine... let's go back to practice.. each one of you take a training dummy and repeat the movements I had shown you.”

You kept on watching them train trying to take your mind off of your coming duel with your husband, even though you were confident in your Martial Arts skills, Satoru is still the strongest sorcerer around and if he uses his curse energy ....you're doomed.

-Break Time-

You took your plate of food and sat in a table in a corner to eat. You were enjoying your peace until Gojo decided to show up with Mei Mei chatting loudly, they purposely chose a table next to you

“so fucking childish” you muttered to yourself, rolling your eyes and shoving the spoon of rice inside your mouth, trying your best to ignore them and their attempts to get on your nerves.

“So are you coming over tonight?” whined Mei Mei

“Yeah why not” he answered giving his best flirtatious smile.

“Is he cheating?” you thought to yourself, frustration taking over you “Couldn't he at least wait till we divorce”

“I wish we had more women like you Mei Mei, beautiful, strong and skillful” he started, making sure you heard every word.

You knew it was an indirect way to call you weak and talentless.

You hated comparison, you had enough of getting compared to others.

“Oh why would you need other women if you have me” she flirted back

You tightly gripped your spoon, your fingers turning white.

You can't blame him for saying that, despite being your husband he's still a stranger.. after all he didn't even touch you. You couldn't even blame your family for that. Tears gathered in your eyes, blankly looking at your food as memories from your past started to flow.

Flashback

“I just wish you were like your other siblings... strong” said your mom

“Look at them mastering their Jujutsu techniques.. you seriously need to do something about your life y/n” added your father.

Both of them lecturing you about something you literally have no control over.

Locking yourself in your room, crying for hours and blaming yourself for disappointing your clan became your daily habit.

“I'm so sick of myself, I would rather be anyone else rather than being the pathetic me” was what you used to tell yourself everyday before going to sleep.

End of flashback

Comparison did kill you slowly, killed your self-confidence but you grew up to accept yourself for who you are, even became indifferent if your curse broke or not.

But now Gojo brought back your insecurity and your self-awareness and you eagerly wanted nothing more than breaking the curse so you can be a sorcerer like everyone else around you.

And here you are, everyday, patiently waiting for you and Gojo's marriage to do something. Hoping that you wake up and find that the curse that stopped you from being normal fades away.

Crazy how only one person can make you feel disrespected, but are you going to show it? are you going to act weak like what you feel inside?

Hell no!! you're going to keep it to yourself, he can't watch you break down, he can't catch you cry...even if it ripped you to pieces inside, you'll always pretend that Gojo can't affect you.

“Excuse me ..can I sit here?” said a soft voice, waking you up from your trance.

You looked up, your blurry eyes laid on a handsome blonde man standing in front of you.

Gojo eyed both of you in annoyance, waiting for the man's next move. He doesn't want anyone to spoil his plan in making you feel terrible or someone else having your attention.

“S-sure” you stuttered sniffling awkwardly.

“Thank you..Miss” he said and sat so elegantly in front of you.

You started fidgeting with your fingers not sure what to do or say,

“Everywhere else is full of students, I apologize for interrupting your lunch” he said in a soothing voice

“Not at all ..that's okay” you cleared your throat.

“Oh I didn't introduce myself.. I'm Nanami..Kento Nanami.. and you are?”

“I–” you started but got interrupted by no other than Satoru.

“Gojo y/n.. my wife” he answered on your behalf.

Nanami looked between you two in confusion... finally fixating his eyes on you waiting for you to confirm or say something,

“It's y/n..just y/n .. I'm a martial arts' teacher here” you said smiling proudly, extending your hands to Nanami, who gladly shook it back,

“Nice to meet you Y/n”

And Gojo Satoru just watched...

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[17visage]

first impressions

the so-called toy salesman finds himself interested in qingce village's protector childe x archer!reader, word count: 1.0k info: gn reader, sort of slice of life i suppose? nothing violent except for reader using their bow and arrows haha, if this looks familiar it's probably from my old account arkaveh

the first time you acquainted yourself with tartaglia's presence was in the nation of geo.

befriending the traveler and their flying companion (who took a liking to your generosity with wild fruits) gave you a pillar of structure in your monotonous routine.

around noon is where you would notice the two take a daily stroll around bishui plain. this custom went on for three months, and was always after they dropped by at wangshu inn to grab a quick bite. 

it wasn’t their company that you are intrigued by, but the unusual ginger that recently accompanies them like a lap dog.

unlike lap dogs, he isn’t small at all. his physique and height difference from the outlander is immense. and it was much clearer when he was compared side by side with paimon. the sight of them strained your eyes since their figures got smaller in your field of vision, yet you tried a little harder to get a better view. he didn’t seem to be from liyue either, grayscale clothing with red accents seem to resonate with snezhnaya’s fashion. 

did the traveler hire him?

whatever, not any of my business.

you snap out of the trance, stretching out your arms before grabbing your satchel and head back to the village.

following that day, you decide to suppress your inquiries. as you continue to keep quiet, the sight of him persists. day after day after day. the urge to break your small committed promise begins to unfurl itself as you see him again. and again.

this one-sided ordeal kept on for two weeks before the topic finally came around in a conversation. as you complete your patrol around the outskirts of the village, you cross paths with the trio. the traveler spots you and waves frantically to get your attention.

to no one’s surprise, it was paimon who mentioned the elephant (or harbinger?) in the room.

“how come you haven’t asked why childe is always here whenever we see you?”

the traveler and paimon tried their best to keep childe under control whenever they take their strolls south of the village. his thirst for action is clear by the amount of times he fought a slime and camp of hilichurls as they walked. at least they had the mind to help you maintain the peace in qingce.

and now the two confront you, with no ill intent of course. they shift their focus from you to childe, and from childe to you, going back and forth as they nervously wait for you to talk. your patience and passivity contradicts his sporadic and ostentatious nature. the last thing they want is for another godforsaken enemy of the harbinger. lord knows he's got too many.

you run your fingers through the rim of the empty quiver strapped to your hip. “i was planning to, but i didn’t know when i should’ve asked.” 

“it’s okay!” paimon responds, relieved by your answer. “paimon will explain! traveler won a bet when they dueled at the golden house, so now childe is punished by being our wallet for a month!”

the shuffling noise as you rummage through your satchel paused. the floating friend tries to clarify the situation, but that leaves you with even more questions. you lift your head and look at the three with bewilderment.

“.. what?”

your blank stare shifts from the traveler, to paimon, and finally his. 

dull cobalt eyes lock to yours.

flushed, he exchanges your confused look with a sheepish grin, awkwardly waving to you.

with the somewhat orderly introduction out of the way, this prompted a long yet enjoyable conversation with the three. tartaglia joins in with more confidence than before, contrasting your first impression of him. you finally create a rough idea of who he is, a supposed toy salesman in snezhnaya, and his presence becomes less of a concern in your mind. is that really what salesmen wear out there?

during the last few days of the bet, the two of you find yourselves talking more and more without the company of paimon and the traveler. when you mention the children and elderly you look over in the village, he rambles about his younger siblings in return. you both have fun sharing anecdotes of your respective young rascals. there was a small gleam in his eyes whenever he passionately talked about his family in his homeland.

then life went back to its simple groove. the group of three reduced to two. the traveler and paimon continued to greet you during their walks, but there was an unusual emptiness that followed suit when they left. it didn’t help when you received a letter where they announced their voyage to inazuma.

it would also be a lie to say you didn’t miss him now that the punishment was lifted. the conversations were adorable. the toy salesman was adorable. somewhat.

five months pass and the image of him slowly fades out of your memory. taking care of everyone in qingce became your biggest concern at the moment. 

maybe i could ask him to bring toys for the children?

the two of you were barely even close, having to meet through mutual friends. it seems absurd to worry that much when he probably forgot the memory of talking to you.

one sunny day, you decide to set out and practice in the forest. you are better with the bow and arrow, compared to the dagger you carry with you.

holding your body in a closed stance, you aim at the target feet away from you and slowly draw the arrow back with the string.

the faint ambiance from the birds croaking or the leaves rustling from afar usually encourage you to focus. this time feels irregular. a part of you decides to brush it off, however it clashes with your furrowed brows and the small scrunch on your nose in which the string touches the tip of it.

you were in this posture, still as a statue for longer than what was necessary. frozen, you consider the options of withdrawing your recurve bow or deciding to shoot the damn target. 

closing your eyes shut, you slacken your body and sigh. 

“aw. i was wondering when you’d shoot it.”

the bass of his voice disrupts the solitude and echoes around your surroundings. the same man that you thought of is here, slowly stepping out of his hiding spot in the bushes to bring himself to the light.

his lips curve to a smile as he strides closer, examining the thin sheen of sweat you have, your grasp on the bow, and the number of exit holes and rugged tears that puncture the single target practice from afar.

“mind giving me any pointers?”

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[inthe-dark-tonight]

And All the Stars Align

chapter one: across the room, your silhouette

din djarin x princess!reader series

chapter two

summary: your mother seeks out the well known mandalorian, din djarin, to help your planet by fighting in a duel. what starts as a strong distaste for the armored man grows into something more.

word count: 1.7k

series rating: E (18+ mdni)

warnings: no use of y/n, slow burn, slight enemies to lovers, some helmetless din, no physical descriptions of reader other than clothing a few times, no mentions of age gap so read however you’d like, not really that many warnings yet :)

notes: this is the first thing i’ve ever written, i’ve just been really nervous to post it but here it is!!! i also was slightly inspired by padme and anakin’s relationship in episode 2 & 3 so you may see some similarities here and there. this will be multiple chapters, not sure how many yet but know that it will be quite a few lol. thank you to my loves @shatteredbaby & @javiscigarette for beta reading and brainstorming with me mwah. also @pr0ximamidnight for listening to me ramble about this fic and also encouraging me to keep writing ily

He’s sitting in the cantina on Nevarro minding his business, when he suddenly feels a presence behind him.

“Can I help you?” His deep voice booms through the modulator on his helmet. He doesn’t bother to turn around.

The man standing close behind him clears his throat before speaking. “I’m visiting from the planet Xeron. I was sent by the queen in search of a Mandalorian named Din Djarin.” He pauses, hesitating for a moment. “I was told he could be found here.”

Din turns around in his seat and props his elbow up to lean back on the counter nonchalantly. “You’ve found him.” He says in a flat tone. Although his face is covered with a beskar helmet, his voice is enough to make anyone intimidated. “You have one minute to explain what you’re here for.”

The advisor swallows hard and clears his throat. “I- uh,”

“Fifty-six seconds.” the Mandalorian says, his voice coming out deep and monotone.

“Our planet, Xeron, is having a quarrel of sorts with our sister planet, Arkam, and we need help. We need your help.” He hesitated for a quick moment, a bit flustered. “Word around the inner rim is that you’re a great fighter, you’ve taken down a mudhorn, a kryat dragon, the list goes on and on. We’re desperately in need of someone to fight. Someone who will win.”

“What’s in it for me?”

A week later the Mandalorian is on his way to Xeron. Your mother, the queen, insisted that he come a week early to settle in before the duel. She had said we should lend him our hospitality for what he’s agreed to do for our planet, so there’s going to be a welcome dinner hosted tonight when he arrives.

You’re currently in your room getting ready to leave when there’s a knock on your door. “Come in.” The door opens a crack and you see Jem poke her head in.

Jem is your closest friend, though she’s more of an assistant of sorts. You don’t like to think of her that way, she’s just your friend that also happens to keep watch over you and help you out with anything you might need.

“Are you almost ready? Your mother is already in the grand hall awaiting your arrival.” She raises her brow at you, knowing that you always tend to be late.

“Yes just- give me a second. I’ll be right out.” You smile before she shuts the door behind her.

You turn towards your mirror and take a deep breath. Why are you so nervous? It’s not like you haven’t attended banquets for visitors in the past. You run your gloved hands over your floor length dress and take one last look in the mirror before turning to leave.

When you open the door Jem is waiting there for you, also wearing a long elegant dress for the occasion. She turns to walk down the hall and you quickly follow.

“Are you curious to see what he’s like?” She asks as you make your way towards the grand hall.

You look at her slightly confused “….who?”

She blinks at you, waiting for you to say something else. “The Mandalorian, you know, the one your mother hired to fight in the duel?” She gives you an odd look before the two of you step into the elevator. “I’ve heard he’s quiet, a little mysterious. I guess we’ll see for ourselves.” A smirk grows on her face as she says the words.

When the elevator doors open again, you quickly round the corner to see that the doors to the great hall are wide open and the room is flooded with people. Some are gathered standing in large groups, others are sitting at the large tables spread around the room. You look around the room and see your mother through the crowd, sitting in her usual spot. You walk towards her smiling here and there at guests as you pass by.

“You’re here! We can get started finally.” She gestures something to one of the royal guards, seconds later you hear a loud noise signaling that dinner will be served shortly. In the next couple of minutes everyone is finally seated, Jem sitting next to you. You glance around noticing that someone’s missing, the guest of honor. Great first impression, you think to yourself. If he can’t even arrive on time, how’s he going to win this fight?

You can see your mother glancing around the room frantically. “Where is he?” She mumbles to herself. The guests are chatting at a low volume, probably wondering what’s going on as well.

All of a sudden one of the doors to the royal hall opens, everyone’s head snaps towards that direction to get a look. As you look around the room, everyone’s quiet and still. It’s like the world has stopped. You hear heavy steps growing closer and what sounds like something clanking. Finally you look towards the door and your eyes land on him. The Mandalorian.

He’s covered head to toe in beskar armor, and the visor on his helmet creates a t shape. There’s a sway in his step, he walks with confidence and you can feel the air in the room has changed just from his presence. Your mother stands from her chair as he gets closer, and everyone else in the room follows. You’re so mesmerized by him and the confidence in each step he takes that you end up being the last to stand, eyes never leaving his captivating form. When he gets to you and your mother he bows his head, leaving your mother ecstatic.

“Ladies and gentlemen, our guest of honor, Din Djarin.” She gestures towards him. “The Mandalorian.” the room applauds.

He nods and takes a seat next to your mother, everyone following her lead to sit. Your mother looks at one of the royal guards and droids start coming from the kitchen with plates full of food, placing them at every table.

Your mother turns her head to Din “Thank you so much for being here tonight, I’m glad you could make it a week early. We want to show our thanks, and how greatly appreciative we are.” she smiles at him.

Din turns his head towards her and nods. “Thank you for your hospitality.” His voice is deep coming through his modulator, it sends a chill down your spine. You’re still staring at him when your mother starts to speak.

“This is my daughter.” Your mother fully sits back in her chair so he can look past her and see you properly.

He turns his head towards you. “Princess.” He nods his head again. What Jem heard is true. He really doesn’t say much, but you feel squeamish under his gaze.

“We really are more grateful than you could ever imagine.” Your mother smiles again. “Please! Help yourself!” Your mother gestures to the table full of food.

Jem nudges your shoulder and you turn to her, finally breaking your gaze away from Din. She’s smirking “I told you” she whispers before reaching to fill her plate.

You’re trying not to stare at this point, just looking out the corner of your eye. You pile a few things onto your plate and before you can take a bite you see his hand lift up to his helmet. You hear a hissing sound as he lifts it off his head.

You snap your head to look over at him and you’re absolutely stunned, almost breathless as his profile comes into view. The strong outline of his nose and plush pink lips immediately catch your attention. You don’t think you’ve ever laid your eyes on someone as beautiful as him. Still taking in his features, your mouth slightly opens in awe. His large brown eyes, the crease between his brows, the way his curls fall perfectly over his forehead even after having a helmet on.

He turns his head towards you, almost like he could feel your gaze. A blush creeps onto your cheeks as you quickly turn back to look at your plate in embarrassment. You can still feel his gaze burning through you, your body starting to heat up. Through the corner of your eye you can see him staring now, you lift your head and turn to look at him again. This time he turns away, quickly glancing back at you for only a split second before focusing on his plate. It’s almost… shy. Cute, you think.

“I didn’t know Mandalorians could remove their helmets?” Your mother asks him.

Din clears his throat as he glances at your mother. “The rules aren’t… as strict as they once were.” He states.

His voice sounds even more heavenly without being filtered through the modulator. It makes your skin tingle.

The rest of the dinner you don’t dare to look at him. Your mother dismisses everyone and people get up to gather and chat again. Everyone wants to speak to Din, he’s never not crowded by guests. He put his helmet back on at this point after dinner.

Jem pops up beside you. “Wow, I knew he’d be popular tonight, being the guest of honor and all but… he really can’t catch a break”

“Yeah.” you’re trying to seem nonchalant as you stare him down from across the room.

“Have you gotten a chance to speak with him?” She looks over at you.

“No!” Your head snaps towards her and Jem’s brow raises at your tone. “I mean, no. He’s been occupied basically all night.” You’re looking back towards where he stands.

“What’s there for me to say anyway?” You glance over at her “Am I supposed to thank him? However much my mother’s paying him won’t be worth anything if he doesn’t make it out.” You look back out into the crowd of people and you’re unable to spot him.

“Yeah, I guess.” She pauses for a moment. “Well I need to go find your mother, I told her I’d help her with something. See you later?”

You nod and watch her disappear into the pool of people laughing and talking loudly.

You hear someone say your name in a deep voice from behind you.

“Princess.”

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[liketwoswansinbalance]

What if Evil Rhian and Evil Rafal interacted? Give me a good show, boys. 🍿

Note:

Expect violence and all-around ugliness.

Also, thanks for the prompt. This was a fun one!

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Rafal: The one thing I can agree with Vulcan on is that we should've kept the name: The School for Evil and Good.

Rhian: What.

Rafal: You heard me. Clear as a death knell. Vulcan should've killed you while he had the chance. Instead I'm bedeviled by you, a foul nuisance spawned from "Vulcan's stithy."

[To clarify: In his Shakespearean insult, Rafal is now referencing the mythological, Roman god Vulcan, not Vulcan of Netherwood.]

Rhian: Well, you're a raging egomaniac, for someone who thinks himself the finest puppetmaster in the Woods despite being inadequate when set next to me.

Rafal: As if you're not one. And such language from the so-called Ever. Dean 'Headache' would blush.

Rhian: All right, let's say I descend to your wretched level, if only to vanquish you: you left me in the Doom Room, to rot!

Rafal: If you weren't a traitorous snake, I wouldn't have left you. Besides, you went behind my back to the Kingdom Council to frame me! To launch a war campaign against me without a jot of forewarning. I should have done worse while you were still vulnerable, hanging there, numb.

Rhian: And yet, I overheard you say to Midas that your aim was to take over all the Woods? What say you to that, devil brother? If I win and take over, I'll string you up by your vocal chords.

Rafal: [derisively] That's anatomically impossible. You're new at this, aren't you?

[Rhian lunges for Rafal, and they get into an all-out duel to the death, executing remarkable feats of arms, considering the pitiful weapons they're armed with.]

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[During an intermission afterwards:]

[They are black and blue, battered and bruised all over, sustaining minor cuts, each gasping for his breath, and they are seated on chairs, beside one another.]

Rafal: I should've brought my poleaxe, or even a halberd, so I could fracture your skull properly. Strike out the brains and dash them on the floor. [shakes his head.] Would've been great fun to ram a longsword through your ribcage, too, had I brought it along. [He twists his letter opener around idly.] This meager, little thing isn't suited for thrusting; it barely did any damage.

Rhian: [nursing a long, open slice on his forearm] I think you did enough with that letter opener. [He sheathes his dagger.] Though, someone should've died, even if you failed to shear me in two. What gives. What's the matter with us?

Rafal: [glances over at the Storian] Looks like someone or some thing wants us alive to provide the entertainment. I'm not opposed to trying again though. Why don't we? I'd love to rip out your heart. It's not as if it's getting regular use anyway.

Rhian: And I wish to wreak the same harm upon you, with your tongue besides. I hate hearing that grating voice. So monotonous. You could be a punishment for others in Hell where you belong. Your lectures are torture enough.

Rafal: Well, you won't have to hear me much longer. Not that you ever listen. Your dismembered ears will make excellent trophies of war. I could have them plated with gold—gold on the outside, rot on the inside, just like your tainted soul. [He smiles to himself, satisfied, and then, fishes through his jacket pocket and finds a long piece of thread in a clump, trying to untie it, so he can use it to garrot Rhian, or at the very least, choke him effectively enough.]

Rhian: And I'm sure your bones would make a lovely tea set, once they're pulverized. [Rhian reaches over to clock Rafal upside the head with a book.]

Rafal: [leans out of reach, rolling his eyes] Child's play. [He shoves Rhian off his chair and that devolves into a second fistfight on the floor, more vicious than the first, in an all-out brawl as they forgo all dignity.]

Rhian: At least I have HONOR! [he bellows to stall Rafal, while attempting to summon his dragonfire.] I'll scorch you like I would a snowman!

Rafal: [raising his voice as he throttles Rhian in the neck, punctuating every sentence with a punch] You? Honor? You're the least honorable man I know. At least my Evil's out in the open, for all to see. Everyone knows I use underhanded means. Everyone knows I'm a two-faced backstabber. And they rightly take precaution and obey me. [spoken through his teeth with a clenched jaw.] My Evil's a publicly-acknowledged fact. Can't say the same about you, you who went to the Kingdom Council, who indelicately skirts around Ever customs despite claiming to be one. Which makes me the "honorable" one, by your twisted definition.

Rhian: How dare you— [as he rakes his nails across Rafal's face, drawing blood that clots immediately due to their self-healing, as per the original oath, leaving shallow, stinging wounds that knit themselves right up.] I will outlast you!

[Don't ask me how they can still heal despite breaking their oaths. The Storian derives sick entertainment from mindless repetition and senseless, brutish violence. That's why.]

[And, the Storian doesn't bother to write because this is a regular occurrence with two Evil twins—it's unworthy of a tale, infighting not balance. And so, the Pen just watches and waits and watches...]

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[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

Well I guess the oneshot did the trick, because I finished a chapter.

Still not exactly doing great, but this helps a little.

And this overdramatic SOB just makes me swoon a completely normal amount.

don't stare at the nipple don't stare at the nipple don't stare at the oh dear gods honestly how dare he

Hearing Problems

LA!Mihawk x OC

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After having her sloop sunk by the Buggy Pirates and losing most of her worldly possessions in the process, the normally solitary mercenary Karimi Lionne finds herself teaming up with the rag-tag little crew that is the Strawhat Pirates to defeat them. She bonds with them far more quickly than she bargained for, and that quickly turns into a problem for the Kiku Kiku no Mi devil fruit user when she learns of Nami's plans to leave them high and dry, and Zoro issues a challenge at Baratie that he very likely won't live long enough to regret.

The stars were beautiful tonight, if nothing else.

Karimi did her best to focus her mind in on that, despite how they seemed to swim and swirl a bit in her vision, how her thoughts swam and swirled in her head.

How the image of his eyes seemed to have burned straight into her eyelids, to the point that she didn't want to do so much as blink.

How his words had burned into her ears, and she could still hear the threat behind them echoing around in her skull, hear his voice as clearly as if she were listening in on his thoughts at that very moment. Tomorrow, tomorrow morning, after the duel.

A heartbeat or a bloodied corpse.

Her own heartbeat raced into an absolute frenzy.

Part of her screamed loudly, so loudly that she could just slip herself right over the edge of the dock, to just slip into the chill of the ocean and sink down and never come up again.

She pulled her feet out of the water immediately, sitting straight up and wrapping her arms around her bended knees, shuddering the slightest bit.

His words. Not only his words, but his anger rang clear as day through her while she stared out at the night sky, out toward the horizon, wishing she could very far closer to it than to where she was right now.

There was every chance that she had just lessened Zoro's chances of survival rather than improve them.

She lowered her forehead to her knees. As the saltwater dripped away and her skin dried, the chatter of every person within a fifty food radius slowly began to raise in volume in her head. Closing her eyes a bit tighter, pulling her legs in closer to her chest, she bit her lip and focused.

Focused every ounce of her energy to making it stop.

Her own thoughts were too much right now, much less everyone else's.

And slowly—so slowly, but oh, so welcome, the silence came again. An audible sigh trembled its way through her lips.

Busoshoku haki. It wasn't fool-proof, but it worked when she needed it to. For the ten years she had spent with her grandmother, the older woman had employed it constantly to suppress Karimi's devil fruit abilities, but Karimi herself wasn't as proficient. She had less than two years of training in the art, from her time traveling with the Red Hair Pirates six years ago, and she couldn't do much with it except dampen her own abilities.

If she focused it in just behind her ears, focused it down to a pair of small points of energy and connected them together through her skull, then she had the sweet, sweet silence she so craved, that she could manage on her own on a day to day basis.

"So what did he have to say?"

The sound of Nami's voice, nearly monotone but with an edge of accusation to it, startled Karimi so badly that she nearly did slip off the dock.

"God dammit—"

Dear gods why couldn't everyone just leave her alone?

"Hey—!" Karimi grew instantly tense when she felt Nami's hand on her shoulder, steadying her before she could topple over. "Shit. Was it that bad?"

The accusatory note in her voice dropped away almost in an instant, and Karimi could only scoff, shaking her head. Her eyes briefly cut toward Nami when the younger girl took a seat beside her on the docks, looking at her in a mix of alarm and caution. "It wasn't great, no," she said shortly. Karimi shook her head, staring down at the gentle waves that rocked against the floating dock. She sighed, pressing her palm into one of her eyes against the sharp pain of a headache forming behind them. "You ever just want to...say the hell with it all and toss yourself in the ocean and be done?"

"Ah...yeah...." She noticed Nami reach around her and subtly pull the wine bottle away from her side. "Maybe we should just get back to Merry and—"

"I know what you're planning."

Nami froze in an instant at that, her eyes glued to Karimi's for a moment when she turned her head and looked over.

"I don't know what you're—"

"Don't bother," said Karimi, waving a dismissive hand, her voice still slurred. "You're leaving. And I get it. I would too in your shoes. If I could...." She swallowed. Exhaled a slow sigh that puffed out her cheeks slightly, looking at Nami, at how her brows furrowed. "I lost...everything ten years ago. My village. My friends. My...family." She shook her head. "I'd trade anything to have that back. So I get it. You'd trade everything too. But, look."

Nami froze when Karimi turned, reached out and put her hands on her shoulders, leveling her gaze with with hers.

"That—scrawny little shit back there in his silly little hat," she went on, nodding back toward the Merry, "I guarantee, if you go, he's going to chase you down, and he's going to do everything in his power to help whether you want him to or not, because that's what he does. So you need to think carefully about how you're going to proceed with this."

Nami stared at her for several long seconds, her eyes wide as saucers, her mouth hanging slightly open in shock.

And then she shoved Karimi's hands off of her shoulders, shifting away several inches. "How—how the hell do you—no." She shook her head, reaching down to her bag at her side. "No, why—" Karimi's eyes shifted down as Nami pulled an old, yellowed wanted poster out of her bag. "Why are you lying to everyone? Two billion berries?"

Karimi's gaze became glued to the wanted poster, and when she reached out to grab it, Nami pulled it back, holding it over her head.

"You think you can just, what, dye your hair a little darker, and no one's going to notice?" she said, raising her eyebrows. "Maybe the guys won't, but I'm not an idiot."

Karimi barely even heard her, her eyes glued to the paper flapping in the light breeze over their heads. She had kept that poster for the better part of eight years, kept it tucked away with her belongings, tucked under her pillow wherever she slept. She lowered her gaze, leveling her eyes with Nami's as she spoke through her teeth.

"Give. It. Back."

Nami's resolve faltered a little for a moment—but just long enough of a moment. Karimi was able to lash out her hand and grab the poster, pulling it to her chest and sighing slowly, her eyes slipping shut.

"Th...that's...not you?" she said slowly, and Karimi shook her head.

"It's my grandmother." She carefully folded the poster without looking at it again, slipping it into her pocket. "And it's the only picture I have of her." She glanced at Nami, trying hard, incredibly hard not to be mad at the girl as her gaze softened. "She was murdered right in front of me ten years ago."

"I..." She swallowed. "I'm...so sorry, I..." She shook her head. "You look...you could be her *twin*, I thought—" Once more, Nami shook her head, looking Karimi up and down quickly. "How do you know about my village?" she asked finally.

"I know a little about a lot of things." Karimi set to tugging her socks back on. "I...have a devil fruit ability. I can hear thoughts. I keep it suppressed the majority of the time because it would frankly drive me insane if I didn't, but..." She glanced at Nami, frowning apologetically. "When we fought with Kuro, I had to release it. I can't control what I hear. And your thoughts were a lot louder than anyone else's."

Nami swallowed, blinking several times. "You...can hear thoughts," she repeated quietly. Karimi shrugged a shoulder and gave a quick nod, pulling one if her boots back on now. "Th...that's..."

"Something that would have made you all a lot less likely to have me along had you known it off the rip," Karimi finished for her, sighing. Maybe not Luffy—it was incredibly likely he would have been in awe. "And for the record, I'm not using it right now. Shanks was able to help me learn to control it to some extent."

Nami nodded, standing with Karimi as she finished tugging her other boot on. "You...said your village was destroyed." She cut her eyes at Nami, taking her bottle of wine back when the orange-haired girl offered it to her. "Was it pirates?"

"Marines." She took a swig from the bottle, slinging an arm around Nami's shoulders. "There's good eggs and bad eggs in every batch. I don't like Marines on the whole, but there are a few exceptions. You don't like pirates," she went on as they crossed dock, "but I think you've seen enough to know that there are a few exceptions."

Karimi offered her the bottle of wine with a wry smile, and Nami took it, taking a drink from it. "Yeah," she agreed, staring up at the Merry as they stopped in front of it. "I guess there are."

Nami had to help her back onto the ship—she had definitely gone way too heavy on the drink tonight, something she rarely did and was sure she would be embarrassed about in the morning, but right now she didn't care. Right now, falling back into an empty hammock and tucking her hands behind her neck, all Karimi cared to give her time and attention to was the sweet release of sleep.

Hopefully a dreamless sleep, devoid of the annoyances and terrors of the waking world.

Hopefully devoid of her harebrained promise to serve a surly pirate warlord if he would leave an acquaintance she had met literal days ago alive.

Devoid of the heartbroken look on Luffy's face when he realized Nami was leaving—when he realized she was leaving.

Empty, dreamless, not a single thought of the face on the wanted poster she carried with her everywhere, the face she had watched break into desperate tears ten years ago, beg to let her granddaughter live, just let her live, she would give anything, she didn't care if they killed her—

Karimi's eyes snapped open.

And then they shut in an instant against the persistent and painful rays of the morning sun pouring throughtthe rounded window across from her.

As she did every morning, she started to focus, to employ her haki and drown out the mindless chatter in her head...and then she stopped.

She stooped as she heard the desperation, the horror outside the ship.

And she scrambled to her feet, stumbling out of the cabin to lean against the railing around the deck if the ship.

Just in time to watch Mihawk draw his sword from his back.

To watch him pull it down in a clean slash.

Watch Zoro fall to his knees and onto his back.

She sank down onto her own knees, exhaling a slow sigh, eyes wide and hands gripping at the railing around the deck. There, then, was her answer. There, in the form of one if her newest friends bleeding out in front of Baratie, clinging to the edge of life, certain to slip away at any moment.

"I hope you've already packed your things."

And she froze.

Karimi lifted her head slowly, meeting his yellow eyes as he stood over her, his arms crossed. Her brow furrowed as she glanced out toward the deck of Baratie, watching as the others surrounded Zoro, trying to keep him awake. She looked back at Mihawk, gritting her teeth.

"He's almost dead, you—"

"Almost, yes." He leaned his elbow against the railing if the ship. "And if he can't survive that, then he wasn't worth my time to begin with."

Oh.

Oh, the complete bastard.

He had left Zoro clinging to the edge of life, and he still expected her to keep up her end of the deal.

And yet...she had set the terms herself.

"F...fine," she said, pulling herself to her feet. She cast a glance down toward the docks, her heart clenching in her chest at the sight of Luffy kneeling over his first mate. "Just...let me say goodbye."

"Are you that close with them?" he asked, and the amusement in his tone was enough to boil her blood. She cast a glare over her shoulder in his direction, and he simply shrugged a shoulder. "Fine. You have an hour." He took a step closer, seizing her by her chin, his eyes searching hers for any sign of defiance. "Gather your belongings..." He leaned in closer, his forehead barely touching hers, the wide brim of his hat shadowing both of their faces. "...and your wits, and we'll be off."

His amusement was clear to her in more than just his gaze or his tone—Karimi could hear it in his head, hear just how pleased he was with himself as he left the ship.

And she didn't want to hear it for another second.

Karimi quickly employed her haki, shoved her walls up as high they could go, and watched him head down the docks, lowering herself back down to her knees to watch him through the railing. Her heart pounding, her bottom lip trembling, she knew she had no choice.

She had made her her bed amd now she had no choice to lie in it.

She had told him she would be his...and now she was.

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[greeksorceress]

Lucerys, who has no interest in Ser Criston’s lessons, has put aside his sword and is crouching down in the dust.

The sun is blazing hot, and the air around the training grounds feels stuffy even if they’re in the open. Sweat coats Aemond’s temple and nape, the heat has been biting his pale skin without mercy since they stepped outside for their daily sword lessons. But where Aemond seems to be slowly decaying, Lucerys pays no mind to the scorching sun rays. 

Lucerys is not sweating like the rest of them. It might have something to do with the fact that he’s not training as hard as his brother and uncles. Well, uncle. What Aegon is doing can hardly be called training.

Aemond both despises and envies that about him, the careless manner in which Lucerys carries himself. If he doesn’t want to train anymore, easily bored of the monotonous routine that Sir Criston forces upon them, then he discards his sword and distracts himself with what he deems worth enough of his attention at the moment. 

Entitled, his mother likes to mumble when Rhaenyra and her brood aren’t listening. Undeserving, grandfather Otto whispers in their ears. Versatile, Aemond likes to contend, the rare moments he’s permitted to think for himself. 

“Prince Lucerys,” Ser Criston growls without looking at the boy, overseeing Aegon’s pitiful and uninterested strikes at Rhaenyra’s oldest. “This is my last warning. Your mother might’ve taught you that it’s okay for you to spend your days frolicking and wasting your time, but the King himself ordered me to teach you how to handle the sword and you’re not above his word.”

“Don’t talk to him like that,” snaps Jacaerys, halting his attacks on Aegon, briefly correcting himself when Ser Criston glares at him, “sir.”

However, his younger nephew doesn’t pay Ser Criston any mind, he continues playing with the dirt and merely hums back at him. “My mother, the future Queen, says it’s okay for me to frolic, Ser Criston.”

Aemond clicks his tongue, bitting off his own amusement. It’s admirable how Lucerys, barely seven name days and discredited by the entire court since birth, isn’t afraid to talk back to Ser Criston. Aemond is no fool, he’s seen the amount of respect Lucerys has for any of the adults in their family, this is something personal between their mentor and him.

It’s just fair. If Ser Criston doesn’t like Lucerys, Lucerys should be allowed to dislike him back. 

Aemond is curious, though, about what can be so mesmerising that Lucerys risks setting off Ser Criston’s terrible temper upon him. 

He knows that if he moves from his post, a step away from the makeshift fight ring they’ve dug in the soil, if he’s anything but ready and waiting for a command, Ser Criston will notice it. The knight has been harsher on Aemond lately, scolding him when he goes soft on Lucerys and kicking him with the pommel of his word when he attempts to take some of his own training time to help his youngest nephew. 

It’s infuriating, Aemond is risking being in the knight’s not so good graces while Lucerys hasn’t even looked at Aemond once, not even when he knocked down his own brother, a head taller and almost twice his weight.

He just wants to see what’s so interesting that Lucerys doesn’t even acknowledge with sparkling eyes that Aemond has won seven out of the eight duels that have taken place so far. 

It’s not fair, because Lucerys applauded his brother when he had hit Aemond’s sword off his hand the previous morrow. 

He tries to go back to Jacaerys and Aegon’s bout, memorise their mistakes so he can overpower them when his turn comes, but he keeps stealing looks at Lucerys and his nimble fingers scratching the grime. 

He just wants to see, even if it’s something stupid like a piece of a spear or the kind of bugs Helaena favours. Aemond caves in and strains his neck, losing the little interest he had in his oldest nephew and brother in the first place. 

Lucerys isn’t playing with an insect, nor has found a treasure worth of a tale. His nephew is drawing on the dust, scratching the ground and kicking out of his path the little pebbles that attempt to ruin his creation. 

The drawing itself is not good.

Lucerys does’t lack artistic skills and is the most talented with ink and parchment in their family, and while most of the times he seems to capture things as they are to the point of uncommon perfection, the depiction he’s plastering in the soil just feels wrong.

It’s a girl, Aemond can tell this much. She has long, wavy hair and big eyes that shine bright thanks to the little stones Lucerys has used for her irises.

For a second, Aemond thinks it must be Rhaenyra, but then he sees her teeth.

There’s a lot of them, at least two upper rows, long and pointy, protruding from her mouth like a dragon’s. Her maw is wide open, waiting for her next meal.

It’s terrifying. 

“Who is that, Lucerys?” 

Lucerys shrugs his shoulders,  “I don’t know. Saw her in a dream.”

Aemond hums, familiar with Lucerys’ nightmares. Their mentors are already at their wits ends, unable to direct Lucerys to the right path now that the boy seems so lost in his head. Slow, had said Aemond’s mother during their private supper a couple nights ago. 

Useless, had agreed his grandfather. Similar to the good Princess Helaena, Aemond overhead Maester Gerardys telling Rhaenyra that same day.

Aemond wonders if Lucerys and Helaena are connected by their dreams when Lucerys finally, finally, turns and smiles up at him, bunny teeth peeking. As Aemond valiantly tries and fails to not count all the freckles that adorn his nephews’s nose and cheeks one by one, he decides that perhaps there’s more than meets the eye when it comes to the most inoffensive members of the family. 

There’s a speck of dust in the tip of Lucerys’ nose and he wants to bend down and—

The air is swiftly knocked out of him. He coughs and glares at Aegon, who clearly can’t believe his own luck. He hasn’t been able to catch Aemond off guard for years now, so this victory must be sweet on his tongue.

“Got you, twat!”

Aemond scowls and rips the wooden sword that his brother used to hit his chest from his hands.

“Aegon, that’s enough.” Sir Criston scolds before turning his disapproval to Aemond, “now, if you’re amenable, my Prince, it’s your turn.”

He nods and steps into the ring, taking a last look towards Lucerys.

Lucerys is back to his drawing, discarding Aemond’s presence once more.

Aemond wants to kick the ground until the monstrous girl is nothing but a thin layer of dust in the air.

#this is a little teaser about my the witcher inspired au lucemond <3 #can it be considered a little teaser when it's over 1K words tho? #aemond is in love and he doesn't understand why lucerys isn't paying him attention 24/7 #aaaah puppy love what a dangerous thing when mixed with targaryen obsessive tendencies <3 #lucemond #lucerys velaryon #aemond targaryen #lucerys x aemond #about: my writing #my writing: lucemond #otp: lucemond #otp: fated feud

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No Country for Young Humans - Chapter 4!

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Tags: GN Reader, No use of YN, Slight Enemies to Lovers, Misunderstanding, angst, reader is probably in the wrong for this chapter, everyone is emotional.

Summary: Todays the day. Will you win or will you lose? To be honest, you can't decide which outcome you'd prefer.

Chapter 4 - The Duel: Undertale Yellow OST: 055 - The Wild East

Training with the Feisty Five was no joke. Even if at times they cracked you up, all the shooting, looting and dodging you had to do over the past week had been more than exhausting. Some of the most draining yet exhilarating stuff you’ve done since you jumped down here. The thrill of true adventure, with the safety and comfort of new friends around you, was something you wouldn’t trade.

You had gotten to know the gang a little better, but you had become most acquainted with North Star, to the rest of the group's dismay. During your campaigns through sandstorms and your quests up mountains you had heard small utterances of annoyance. It seems North Star’s original demeanour has been sidetracked in favour of pampering and training… you.

This certainly wasn’t a pleasant surprise, you had liked the rest of the Feisty Five, afterall. You didn’t want to make them feel bad but you had to admit, all the attention from the town and the sheriff no less felt pretty amazing. His obsession with spoiling you with gifts like the revolver, and now a hat and small badge, all made you blush to the others' dismay. His bias was very apparent.

Yet you had continued on through your missions, dodging falling boulders, fixing caved in mine shafts, even wrangling a couple of bandits when necessary! It had brought about a newfound excitement within you. Perhaps adventure wasn’t the monotonous journey you had taken to get to the Wild East, but the fun you were having now with the Feisty Five!

Though, that excitement would come to a raging conclusion today. At around midday, you and North Star were to have your duel (or as he said, “dual”). It was only a week ago that you first fell into the feisty clutches of the Wild East, and back then you had been clawing to leave. But now that you think about it, this place, the Wild East, is one of the only places where every monster has welcomed you with peace and open arms. Not a single attack has been levied against you since your arrival here. And on top of that, you finally found some purpose in your life, to explore and thrill yourself. You didn’t really *want* to leave anymore. You didn’t want to leave the safety and thrill behind. You especially didn’t want to leave North Star.

You pushed the feeling down, pulling your gifted hat off of the kitchen counter within the Feisty Fives dingy settlement. It was brand new when Star gave it to you, though he insists that it was a spare. It was a dark ochre, with a more rounded brim. Not his style, he was the kind for sharper edges. The small badge he had gifted you was that of an honorary deputy! It was golden in colour and had a bright sheen, made of the same sorts of rocks from the mines. You pinned it to your hat, before reaching for the wild revolver. The first gift he pampered you with. Other than the gift of unrelenting attention of course.

Once you had gathered your things, you headed out of the house, the hot air fuming around you as the harsh bright light of the Wild East made attempts to throttle your eyes. Luckily the hats brim was enough to keep them at bay.

You headed over to the saloon, where you knew North Star and the others would be.

It was crowded as you entered, excitement brewed in the air as townsfolk shared their bets over drinks and cards.

“I have faith in the rookie.” You heard one mumble to another,

“C’mon now. Star’s our fearless leader! Ain’t no way a human will topple his streak.” The stranger’s assessment was fair. You had only just started shooting a gun less than a week ago, and now you were going toe to toe with the Sheriff of the Wild East- Winning this duel didn’t seem possible.

Star was across the bar, talking with Ace and Ed. Most likely arguing over the semantics of some hypothetical. Star was known for making outlandish claims he struggled to back up. His “fireball” comment being enough to set you off to that.

Eventually he saw you coming over, meeting your eyes with a smile. Your nervousness was quelled. Perhaps he’d go easy on you today to save your ego. 

“Here they are!” He said, the rest of the group turning to you.

“It’s finally the big day.” You heard Mooch chime in from below you,

“Good luck, rookie.” Ed placed a heavy but reassuring hand on your shoulder. 

“Thanks.” You smiled. You turned back to Star, who was already looking at you once you met your eyes. Up closer, the smile he met yours with was tainted; the corners faltered. Perhaps he was nervous too? He really shouldn’t be. Though you had demonstrated excellent improvement over the past couple of days, your shooting was nowhere near the precision he managed to keep with his every shot.

“Midday is in about 20.” He started, his eyes leaving yours, finding comfort in the other parts of the room, “So get yourself acquainted. We’ll be dualing out by the bell post.” His smile left him.

“Uh, boss?” Moray had piped up, “I’ve been meaning to tell you this. It’s “duel”. Not “dual”.” You looked over at them, expecting to see a haughty smirk, but instead you were met with a genuine look of concern. It seems cowboy grammar was a big deal ‘round these parts.

Star’s expression was blank, he managed out a; “That’s what I said.” Before Ace rebutted;

“You pronounced it with an UA sound instead of an OO sound. C’mon boss.”

“Ahh, tomato potato, what’s the difference!” He replied, an embarrassed teal blush washing lightly across his features. He was cute like this, all flustered.

North Star wouldn’t often let the confident persona of the sheriff down, so you savoured these little moments of genuine frustration, especially how he looked when he was nervous.

“C’mon Star, you know better than anyone how important grammar is for cowboys such as ourselves!” Ed replied, “Otherwise we’d be in for a different kinda game of “quick draw”.” Ed seemed to reminisce upon a truly painful memory, unbeknownst to you.

“That is true, Ed… I hear your concerns.” He pondered thoughtfully. You couldn’t help but laugh to yourself. This group could be a riot sometimes- And they always seemed so genuine over the smallest of things!

You called a drink over from Dina, and popped the cap on the bar's counter. You took a swing of what Dina has coined as the “Adult Soda”, its sparkling texture trickling down the back of your throat. You took the bottle cap and flung it at Star playfully. It bounced off of his chest, as he looked down with concern. You giggled to yourself at the immediate fear that plagues his features, before his gaze shot up and he laughed with you.

“Always on edge, you are-” You said, “I bet you thought that was a real bullet!”

“I wouldn’t put it past a bandit like you!” He fired the cap your way. It smacked against your shoulder before falling onto the counter. 

You held your shoulder in your hand, a false pained expression masking your face, you wheezed in pain. You leant over on the counter, continuing your performance.

“Star- how could you do this to me! Before our *duel* no less!” He smirked at you, walking over to you through his posse as they continued to speak behind him. 

He grabbed you by the bicep, pulling you back up from your faux collapse. He tugged you in close,

“Perhaps bandits like you need to be put in your place, hm?” He smirked, his tone low and serious. It would have scared you if it were not for the past week of dorky conversations you had come to know him for.

“Then we’ll settle this later, o’ mighty sheriff.” You teased, flicking his hat up with your fingers. He blushed. “I’ll be heading out to “acquaint myself”, o’ valiant sheriff.” you continued, “Feel free to join me when you gain your confidence back to face me fair and square!” You chuckled before turning on your heel, heading out of the saloon.

The sand beneath you crunched under your feet. The grainy sound was ever so familiar, a simple retread of the damper squelches of Snowdin. It had been a while since you’d seen your other friends; Martlet, Dalv, even that crazy dancing guy. Surely they were okay, but did they know that *you* were too?

As you pondered this, you walked down to where the bell tower was. There was enough space either side of it for around 10 paces. Just enough for what your duel required.

Could you really do this? Let this all go? One shot of some stupid BB gun and the past week with these folks will be like gunpowder in the wind. The same yearning to reach home was vanquished the moment you came here, as if the wild dance throughout the ravenous terrain distracted you from your goals. As if the very path North Star led you down was astray from the one you once walked. Yet you stepped through this uncharted territory with glee, could you really turn back now? Move forward and on to Hotland?

Yet at the same time, you wanted to succeed. You wanted to do well, impress him and the rest of the town with your newfound abilities. You had worked out by now that this whole ordeal drummed up a lot of excitement within the townsfolk, you didn’t want to let them down. Additionally, Star had worked so hard with the others to train you to be where you were, it’d be a dismissal of all this work if you couldn’t pull through with this duel!

As the conflict began to spiral into something other than a figment of your mind, a sizeable crowd came bumbling out of the saloon, carrying with them the swarm of chatter.

“It’s time! I can’t wait to see this.”

“And old style duel, huh? Ol’ North Star loves to treat us.” Their words washed together when the crowd became more dense; an amoebic clump.

You noticed that among the crowd even stood, on one pegged leg, Blackjack. Seems even the old annoyed man had time to come out and witness this event. The pressure was settling in.

The Feisty Five met you at the bell post, emerging from within the large crowd, who formed an arc around the bell tower to spectate. The posse especially seemed excited.

“So, it’s finally time.” You heard the familiar voice from beside you.

“Yep.” You replied, a little flatly. North Star walked out into the centre of the makeshift duelling ground. You followed in tow.

“Alright everyone!” He yelled out, everyone went quiet. The townsfolk’s eyes were glued to him, so uncharacteristically attentive. “In case this is yer first rodeo, I’ll go over the ground rules!” You look out into the crowd, the large group making your head whirl with dread. So many people watching- “We will both take a BB gun, and face back to back.” North Star started with the rules. You only half listened as your eyes located a familiar blue feather within the crowd. Martlet! She had come to watch you! Word must have gotten out about this Human vs Monster duel. Either that, or one of the Feisty Five had the decency to invite her. “We will then march ten paces, and Moray will yell “draw”. The first to shoot after “draw” is the winner!” As he finished the simple instructions, the crowd cheered with anticipation and excitement. The billowing sounds of their yells and whistles clouding your head. 

“So let’s just get started! Mooch, provide our rookie with the designated tool.” Mooch walked over to you, fumbling on her small, stocky legs. You reluctantly handed her your revolver, knowing that it was not in safe hands. She handed you a BB gun that felt far more like the toy gun you had abandoned to Stars devices. Far lighter without the weight of a quick death on its trigger.

Mooch ran off with the gun, before Moray neatly snatched it off of her.

“I ain’t lettin’ you run off with this, Mooch.” They responded.

As you were receiving your weapon, Ace had handed North Star a pair of safety glasses adorned with blue flames on either side of the frames. Ace handed you a pair, this one with red flames. That was more your style anyway. You put the glasses on, feeling a little stupid for the way they must look, all stocky and chunky around your eyes. But safety is more important than looking fashionable (though Star and Moray would probably disagree), so you dealt with it for the time being.

“Okay you two.” Moray started. They leant against the bell tower, the rest of the posse at their side. “Go back to back.” They pointed to a spot just in front of them, right in the centre of the small, makeshift arena that had been fashioned with the barrier of bodies provided by the townsfolk.

North Star quickly made his way there, and you followed. He hadn’t turned his back however, instead holding out his gloved hand.

“Good luck, rookie.” You took his hand in your own, meeting his eyes with a panicked but grateful gaze. You thought for a moment, letting the tight grip of his hand in yours sink in, for this might be the last time you feel it.

“You too.” You shake his hand; up, down, then the feeling is gone and his eyes are no longer on you. Back turned, you do the same, wielding the BB gun in your hands. Don’t mess this up. Don’t make a fool out of yourself!

“Alrighty! Let’s get this started!” They crowd cheers in excitement once more. You can hear Martlet yell something over the voices, but her soft, chipper voice fails to make it to you in a coherent manner. “Alright, walk ten paces!”

One. Your feet feel weak just walking. These past couple of days of adventuring wearing them down to a comfortable sort of ache. A familiar, yet rewarding kind of pain.

Two, three. You grip your gun in your hands, your finger ready on the trigger. You could win this.

Four, five, six. Surely he’d let you win. In front of a crowd like this, in front of your friends, it’d be too embarrassing to lose.

Seven, eight, nine, ten. You had made it. Heart beating in your ears, thrumming like a drum throughout your body, a chant to not mess this up. A call to action. The blood flowed through you, hot and heavy and full of nerves. You breathed in. Exhale. You could do this. 

You listened carefully, the whole crowd had gone quiet. The only sounds being that of the rustling wind, and the tumbleweeds smacking against the ground. Your face was hot, your whole body was on fire. If Star was here with you right now- well, he’d probably say something stupid, but it’d quell your nerves nonetheless. But that wasn’t exactly possible right now, was it?

You held your gun to your chest, pulling at the trigger just light enough so as not to fire it.

“Draw!” The ring of the charging bullet came out before you had even turned around, piercing your ears with an icy chill. Only after did you feel your fingers pull the trigger, and the small bullet pang against your shoulder.

The crowd erupted in cheers;

“He’s done it again!”

“I never doubted him for a second!”

North Star had won. Of course he had won, he’s the goddamn Sheriff! He’s the one who *taught* you how to shoot. How could you possibly think you had any chance to win this?

You looked up across the sand, up to where North Star stood, BB gun still in hand. The wind rolled through his poncho as it billowed and caved. You couldn’t see his eyes under the brim of his hat, expression unreadable. You could see his heavy breaths though, the crest and trough of his shoulders giving him away. You felt yourself do the same, gulping for any air that could possibly pass you by. 

You had lost. Why did it feel so bad?

Suddenly, you shot up at the feeling of a large hand on your unwounded shoulder.

“Hey there newbie.” You turned around, it was Ed, “Don’t get yourself down. Star’s a great shot!” He flashed his one-toothed smile. Moray continued; “Yeah- C’mon, let's get that shoulder of yours patched up! I know those things ain’t lethal but they can sting!” 

You looked back at North Star who still stood in place far across from you. Everything in your body– in your soul– urged you to go over to him but you *couldn’t*. You felt paralysed by betrayal- you couldn’t face him after that embarrassing display.

You turned away, walking off with Moray to go patch yourself up.

–

The softness of the hospital couch sunk in with the weight of the afternoon. Moray sat beside you, lightly cleaning the small wound on your shoulder.

The heat of the day didn’t make the spiralling in your mind any better, the weird way your thoughts whirled around like the wind had you fumbling for an appropriate response. But how does one respond to a betrayal that isn’t a betrayal at all?

“Hey, I know you just got shot in the arm- but are you feeling okay?” You turned to look at Moray, who gave you a worried look. “You’re not feeling faint, are you?” You shook your head at them.

After they had finished cleaning the small wound, they wrapped a light bandage around your upper arm, pulling it tightly around your shoulder.

“I’m just thinking.” You responded, tapping your foot on the wooden ground, finding comfort in the solid sound it returned to you with.

“Thinkin’ about what?” They guided your arm back into its sleeve, covering the bandaged shoulder.

“I knew I was gonna lose today. But- I guess a little part of me had some hope.” You looked down at your lap where your hat and revolver sat. The hat and gun North Star had given you.

“I get that. Honestly, I thought you were gonna win this one.” Moray smirked, “Don’t tell Star that though.” They smiled, and you managed out a giggle for their sake. 

“Of course not. I guess I just expected him to go easy on me. I had hardly turned around by the time I got hit!” 

“Yeah. I could tell he wasn’t goin’ easy on you. Which is very unlike him.” They frowned. It made sense, for the past week he had been so patient with you; accepting your mistakes and broadcasting your achievements. The North Star you saw out on the grounds today was so different. “I don’t know why myself. He hasn’t been talking to the rest of us much about this stuff.”

You gripped the soft edge of the mattress, digging your fingers into its soft torso.

“How’s the shoulder feel?” Moray asked. Their tone cut through the peaceful silence that had settled between you. You found it somewhat irritable-

“Better. Thank you so much.” You managed out.

Suddenly they stood up beside you,

“I’m gonna go celebrate with the others in the saloon. Wanna come drink away the feelings?” You felt a little embarrassed that they had read you so easily, but perhaps you were an open book. 

It felt rude to not accept the offer, Moray had spent the time patching you up after all. Your body reluctantly slumped off of the mattress, and fixed your hat atop your head.

“Sure.” And off you went.

–

The saloon was loud. Much louder than you had ever heard it.

You had hardly managed dealing with the volume previously, but by this point it enraged you. Coupled with your prior frustrations, the world felt like one chaotic blur of sound and noise. Everything else was too difficult for your mind to render.

You followed Moray through the depths of people who swayed in a drunken stupor, flicking around cards and lighters. Ceroba sat with the other members of the Feisty Five at the end of the bar, each of them enjoying a drink and some chitchat. You and Moray mingled with the rest of the group, latching onto the circle they had formed to talk to one another in the cramped bar space. 

You didn’t dare speak a word, you could barely get a noise out at this rate. Everything was too much- speaking would just push you over the edge. 

You felt the group babble on around you, the sounds of their voices that once filled you with immense excitement only now brought about anger as your senses were brought to the limit.

Where was North Star? He was all your mind could focus on.

You looked back at the bar, back to the group. The stage was empty, and the rises above them were littered with monsters that looked nothing like him.

Your search having come up short, you returned your gaze to the group, your eyes landing on Ceroba’s who eyed you down.

“He’s at the house.” Despite her calmer tone, you managed to hear her over the monolith of voices. 

You gave her a nod for thanks, before slipping away from the group without a word.

–

You walked down the path that led to the Feisty Fives residence, and sure enough North Star was there, pacing back and forth in front of the house, mumbling to himself. 

You had caught wind of this behaviour in a previous conversation with Ed. Seems the Sheriff couldn’t keep his thoughts to himself.

Despite seeing him like this, all flustered within the crowd of his own thoughts, anger still surged within you. Your soul not forgetting the duel’s outcome.

“What the hell Star!” You managed out as you made it to the house. He jumped at your intrusion, getting snapped out of his stupor.

“You couldn’t just let me have this?” You continued, the anger starting to bite at your tone, leaving it with sharp edges that cut deeper than you wanted them to. But there was no stopping this. It had to come out.

“I- what?” He responded with a confused tone, seeming just as off put as you were. Perhaps the chaos of the day had got to him just as much.

“The duel. Could you not have gone a little easier on me? That was humiliating!” You stammered out, your harsh tone becoming a shout, “I know I’m just some trainee, but, I thought you’d at least let me have this.” You turned away from him, embarrassed. This was stupid and you knew it, but your emotions kept pushing.

“I- I couldn’t I’m sorry I just-”

“After all this training. After this whole week. You gave me so much confidence only to play me for a fool?” The narrative your mind weaved tugged and pulled at your throat. You hated being mad at him, but you hated feeling betrayed more. This was the only way to fix that feeling, right?

North Star held his hands up defensively, as if you had pointed your revolver right at him.

“Please, darlin’ I was just trying to-”

“Quit it with that pet name! It won’t work on me. I know you’re just trying to use me for your games! You wanted to look good infront of everyone so you used me!” Your cheeks felt wet with what you assumed to be tears, the world around you blurred, your thoughts screeched to a halt. It was hard to speak.

You turned away from him, not being able to face him like this. It was no longer his presence that had become overwhelming, but your own. You wanted to step outside of your body, away from the thing that was making you act like this. So childish- You just wanted to shed it, be lifted of this feeling.

“I had to! There was nothing else I could do!” Star shouted back, his voice pleading with your mind,

“I didn’t want you to go- If you- If you won, you’d leave.” His voice sounded desperate. You didn’t have to turn around to know he was also crying, but you did anyway, knowing the sight would pain you. “You would leave and never come back. You’d go to the surface or get killed, and I’d never feel like this again!” It was hard to hear the way his voice broke and quivered as he talked, so different from the previously zealous and overconfident North Star you had known.

His staggered breathes and gulps for air in between slight sobs echoed in your mind. He didn’t want you to leave- He didn’t want you to leave, that was it.

You felt your anger dissipate, gone with the harsh words you’d thrown at him earlier. You took a step towards him, feeling his heart crush through the mere vibrations of the sand.

“Please, don’t go.” He begged, looking at you with an unrelenting gaze.

You got closer to him, taking him in your arms. It was the only thing that felt right. Words couldn’t fix what you’d already said.

You felt him hug you back, his arms resting around your shoulders. A warm pain shot through one of your arms, but for Star’s sake, you ignored it. You held him tight, the pain feeling real and grounded, the most clear your mind had been all day. 

“I-” You started, your voice breaking as you uttered the simple word. You wiped the tears away from your eyes, “I want to stay.” You responded, your chin leant against his shoulder. His weight supporting yours. Your words supporting him.

He pulled away from you, looking down at you through worried eyes. “Don’t. I can’t keep you here if you want to leave. I’ve had you to myself long enough, darlin’.” This time the name didn’t sound so bad. It sounded just like the first time you heard it. Light and soft, it made your cheeks blush and your head spin. You loved it. You couldn't leave feelings like that behind, could you? You couldn’t find this sort of fluster, this sort of adventure, this safe community anywhere, could you? You couldn’t find love like *this* anymore.

“I want to stay, Star. I can’t leave you.” You managed a smile, despite the tears.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I betrayed you for my own selfish means.”

“I’m sorry for lashing out at you. I just jumped to conclusions- You didn’t betray me at all.” You held both of his hands in yours, squeezing hard to ground yourself. He pulled a hand away to wipe away his tears. His eyes became obscured under his hat and hand. 

“The others are back at the saloon celebrating.” You piped up, confidence slipping its way back into your vowels. North Star turned to you, reaching a soft hand atop your good shoulder,

“Maybe let’s just sit this one out. Just you and me.”

“Just you and me.” You echoed, before heading inside the house.

***

“It’s only been a week, you know? Only one week for me to get too attached to this place.”

“I guess that’s my Western Charm working its wonders on you?”

“Pft- I wouldn’t say that-”

“Aw c’mon! At least give me this.”

“Sure- sure Star. You’ve got me smitten ‘cause of your “Cowboy Charm”.”

“It works wonders, I tell ya!”

“I’m sure it does, hah.”

“Rookie?”

“Yeah?”

“I can’t wait to get to know you more.”

“More than one week?”

“More than one week.”

#Undertale #Undertale Yellow #UTY #north star #starlo #fanfiction #starlo uty #undertale yellow starlo #uty north star #uty starlo #north star uty #north star undertale yellow #north star x reader #starlo x reader #north star uty x reader #starlo uty x reader #no country for young humans

[block-swing-perry]

conversation i overheard at breakfast:

“you could try badminton. badminton makes you strong” (ive never heard anyone ever say this about badminton)

“you think i am weak?……*monotonously* i challenge you to a duel”

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

Demand for a Duel

Weiss: Thank you so much for coming to the Festival this year Winter!

Winter: Of course. You know I take opportunity I can to visit. Thankfully this year has been rather uneventful.

Weiss: I suppose but it has been somewhat monotonous. At the very least Ruby's uncle hasn't Goaded you into a duel again.

Unknown: SCHNEE! I DEMAND SATISFACTION!

Winter: That voice sounds familiar ...

Weiss:Huh?

Saphron, stomping into view: I demand satisfation!

Jaune, clinging to her foot: Saph stop! we talked! I'm over it! We're Good!

Winter: Oh! Honorable Knight of Rouge and Gold! Pray tell, what form of satisfaction does thou seek?

Weiss: Winter what are you saying? Jaune? what is you sister talking about? What's going on?

Saphron: Winter, Knight of the Frigid Hearth! Blessed be thy name, yet cursed be thy Younger's, for she hath scorned the honorable and respected house of Arc! A denial of my Brothers attempts at courtship with nary a thought or consideration! The heart that bleeds within the chest of my kin denies him his desire to find repentance!

Jaune: Sorry about this Weiss. Saphron and I were talking and catching up on stuff, and I brought you up so she excused herself to the bathroom, but went looking for you instead. She wants to fight you because you didn't want to date me.

Weiss: Okay? That's weird, that and the fact they seemingly know each other, But why are they speaking in Archaic Valean?

Jaune: I ...

Jaune: I don't honestly know?

Winter: Satisfaction From one so much less experienced? And a student no less? For shamed Saphron of Arcs! I shall take her place in this duel! As the Challenger, you shall name the place and time.

Saphron: The edge of the Emerald Forest when dusk breaks on this day! Name the weapons!

Winter: Blades and only blades! Use of semblances Before or during battle is a signal of forfeiture!

Saphron: Then this pact is sealed! I pray you good tidings, for without them this battle is naught but won in My house' name! *leaves*

Winter: Same unto you arc! same unto you! *leaves as well*

Jaune: Sorry about driving you sister off Weiss. I tried to get her to stop but ... yeah.

Weiss: You kept it secret? even though it would've stopped her?

Jaune: Of course! I know it can be embarrassing when you so greatly say or do something only to change you mind later. Plus It's our secret. we should only tell others when we're both ready.

Weiss, Kissing him on the lips: Thank you my knight. For everything. Especially giving me the space to fall in love with you.

Jaune: Hey! it was our teams that inspired us and helped us change and improve. I'd be grateful even if we ended up just being friends.

Weiss: Yeah I feel the same. Now lets go get some concessions for the fight. At least the courtyard won't get destroyed this time.

Jaune: Hopefully.

Weiss: Yeah. Hopefully.

#Rwby #rwby whiteknight #white knight #Jaune arc #jaune x weiss #Weiss schnee #winter schnee #saphron cotta arc #Demand For a Duel

[lapinbunwrites]

Title: Her Two Children

Ratings: Gen

Warnings: None

Fandom: Fire Emblem Path of Radiance/Radiant Dawn

Relationships: Ike & Titania, Mist & Titania, Mist & Ike

Characters: Ike, Mist, Titania

Additional Tags: Fluff, Found Family

Word Count: 2,144

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Titania has known Ike and Mist since they were very young, since she came from Crimea to Gallia to study under Greil. The memories of watching Ike take up a sword and challenge his father to a duel, the memories of Mist with her mother learning how to heal always brought a smile to her face. Now that both of their parents were gone, she knew it must've been hard for the both of. She couldn't imagine losing a parent at a very young age. It was mind boggling to her. Since then, she thought it would be best to help them both with whatever they needed.

As for Titania, she did miss Greil herself, more than she would ever like to admit. Whenever anyone asked, she would give the usual response that she would give and push down her true feelings and lie through her teeth. Her feelings towards him were embarrassing to her and she would rather die keeping them to herself. Now that he was gone, she would do anything to distract herself from the feelings and his memory.

She walked around town, with blank stares, picking up whatever little things the Ike or Mist asked for. There was always something they needed. Whether it was Ike breaking another training sword or ingredients for medicine that Mist needed, or the healing medicine she needed if she didn't want to make it. She didn't mind it too much, seeing their smiling faces. Rather Mist's smiling face and Ike's monotone thanks. It still brought warmth to her heart that they gave her a small gesture. Her anticipation smile at the thought of their smiles and grunts carried her all the way through the town and followed her back to the camp.

"Here you go Ike," Titania smiled, handing him his new training sword.

"Thank you, Titania," Ike grunted. "I'm sorry you had to go through the trouble to get it."

"It's fine," she reassured him, ruffling his hair.

"Stop that," he groaned, fending off her hands. "I'm not a child."

"I know, but it's still very fun to do," she chuckled, retracting her hand.

"Yeah, yeah," he groaned. "Since you're here, would you mind helping me train? I want to see how well this one holds up against the others."

"Of course. You haven't been improving much, which is sad," she teased him, trying to rile him up.

"I see that your way of stoking fire in someone hasn't changed much," he commented, getting in his ready stance.

"Looks like you're still immune to it," she commented, readying herself.

"It's nothing compared to what my father has done to ignite the fire in me," Ike said, rushing her.

Titania chuckled as she defended herself from his sword. The only things that were said between the two of them was the clashing of their weapons that resonated through the training grounds. Feeling the blows of Ike's sword, it gave her great pride knowing that he has become stronger in the past three years. Training with him, she could feel like they were the same blows as Greil's. He was closing the gap between his strength and his father's. She knew his father would be proud at how strong and what he has done in the past three years. After one last powerful blow Titania gave, she knocked Ike to the ground and hearing his defeated groan.

"Your form is still a little clunky," she chuckled as she helped him up. "You know better to go rushing into battle head first."

"Old habits die hard," he moaned out as he took her hand.

"Maybe I need to beat that out of you," she said, hitting him on the head.

"If my dad couldn't do it, you won't be able to," he reminded her, swatting her hand.

"You want to bet," she teased. "I can train with you for as long as you can."

"I know you can, but we both know we don't have that amount of time," he chuckled.

"That is true," she nodded. "Which reminds me, I need to go visit your sister before I forget to give her the medicine she asked for."

"Ah, she has been worried about not having enough lately," he said, picking up his train sword. "I've never seen her so nervous."

"I can bet you that it's because of this war," Titania griped. She looked at her reflection in the axe. She knew how Mist acted, she was a kind and gentle child. She wasn't meant for war, not that any one truly was, but her least of all. "She may have your father's fiery resolve, but she isn't someone should be fighting. She isn't like the two of us."

"She really isn't," Ike agreed, lowering the axe from her face. "It's more than enough to end this war."

"True," she nodded, looking him in the eyes before letting out a sigh. "Well, I better get this medicine to her before she has a heart-attack."

Thinking about Mist and this war, it always worried Titania. She was a lot like her mother, a kind and gentle soul not meant for fighting and it always worried her that Mist was here. While she was important to healing everyone, Titania ended up being more protective of her. Nonetheless, she was still very proud of her being able to help around where she can and was able to learn so much about healing magic. She knew that Elena and Greil both would be proud of her. A new smile grew across her face as Titania saw Mist, closing the distance between the two of them. It was nice to still see her healing and mending the wounds of their soldiers.

"Hello Mist," she greeted her with a smile.

"Hello Titana," Mist chirped as she finished wrapping the bandages around one of the soldiers. "What are you up to?"

"Just dropping by and giving you your medicine," she said, bending down to hand her the vulnerary. "I see that you are still tending to the wounded."

"Yes I am!" Mist chuckled, taking the medicine. "Okay! You're all finished! Take it easy for the next couple of weeks and do not train. Got it?"

"Yes, Miss. Mist," the soldier sheepishly said as he scurried out of the tent.

Mist nodded and watched him leave before getting up from her seat to give Titana a big hug. "Thank you so much."

"I'm happy to help," Titana gasped, wrapping her arms around Mist.

"I'm sorry for making you go grab it for me," Mist apologized, releasing her arms around her friend.

"Oh, it's not trouble at all," Titania said, patting her head. "I know you've been very busy tending our our troops."

"Thank you, Titania," Mist faintly smiled.

"What's that look for?" Titania asked, squeezing her face in between her hands.

"What look?" Mist chuckled.

"Oh nothing," Titania said, dropping the subject. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine," Mist reassured her, putting at the vulnerary.

"Are you sure? Ike said you've been getting nervous lately," Titania said, raising her eyebrow.

"I'm fine, I promise!" Mist chirped with a half-baked smile.

"Mist," Titania softly sighed.

"Oh fine," Mist groaned out. "I've been feeling a lot more lonely lately."

"And why's that?" Titania asked, coaxing more info out of her.

"Because Ike is always busy with training and war meetings he hasn't been spending much time with me," Mist blurted out.

"Oh, I'm sorry dear," Titania opening her arms to her.

"It's okay, I don't need a hug," Mist deflected.

"Come here," Titana said, motioning to her.

"Fine," Mist pouted, giving her another hug.

Titania felt a nice warmth coming off of Mist. It was rather soothing and calming, like it was reliving her own stress. "Feel better."

"A little," Mist whined. "It doesn't change the fact that Ike is still ignoring me."

"He isn't ignoring you," Titania reassured her, letting her go. "He is constantly worried about you. Even when I was training with him a little bit ago, he was concerned about you being here."

"Really? I don't believe that," Mist said, a scowl creeping across her face.

"Really!" Titania chirped and chuckled. "I'm serious. He always thinks of you and doesn't want you to ever be hurt."

It got concerning for Titania that Mist went completely silent, it was a bit eerie. She knew Ike cared for his younger sister and knew that he wanted to spend time with her. She knew Ike was Ike and he wasn't the best at expressing his feelings or giving gifts to those around him, but she knew that a lot of his thoughts revolved around the well-being of his younger sister. They were all they had for a long time, only if Mist could realize it.

"Titania," Mist finally muttered out.

"Yes? Is everything alright?" Titania asked, walking over to her.

"Yes, everything is fine," Mist reassured her. "I just have to leave."

"Uh, okay," Titania softly said as she watched her rush out of the tent.

Titania sighed as she headed out of the tent, she didn't see how late it was getting. She could run a couple of more errands, or she could eat, but neither of them were something she had the energy for. The exhaustion was starting to set in and doing either would make it worse. She decided to just head to her tent and wind down instead. She began to reminisce about the old times and how things have changed since then. She missed them dearly, but there was no going back no matter how much it she wanted to. Titania let out a long sigh as she pulled out a notebook to write down things, like she was writing to someone she could never have. They were never going to be sent out to anyone, but it still brought a sense of ease to her.

As she wrote down her thoughts, she could hear faint whispers of a couple of children. She ignored it and chalking it up to children trying to pull a prank on each other and failing. She only began to notice it more when it didn't stop and it got closer and closer to her tent. It even got to the point where she put down her quill and walked outside to shoo them off. To Titania's complete surprise, it was Ike and Mist holding out a new axe for her to use.

"What are you two doing out here this late?" Titania asked, looking at them with a blank face.

"Ike and I wanted to give you this!" Mist said, handing her the axe.

"Take it as a little gift from the both of us," Ike said, giving a rare smile towards her. "It's a little thank you gift for all you have done for us."

"Yes," Mist agreed and nodded. "It's a little gift from me and Ike! He even picked out the kind of axe you might like! It even has a ribbon on it!"

Titania gave them a smile and a big hug, hearing their laughs. "Thank you both. I love it."

"Yay," Mist cheered, letting go of Titiana.

"We are glad you like it," Ike said, taking his arms off of her body.

"So were you lying to me earlier?" Titania asked, pinching Mist's nose between her thumb and index finger.

"Yes and no," Mist said, scrunching her face. "It was the truth, but also a distraction so I could get Ike to go grab the axe."

"Well, it was a good ploy," Titiana laughed, letting go of her face only to scrunch Ike's face up. "You on the other hand, need to spend some more time with your sister."

"Please don't remind me," Ike groaned, prying her hand's off of his face. "I get enough of it from Oscar."

"Well, he's right," she said, taking her hands off of him. "Now off to bed, the both of you. I don't need the commander and his little sister getting tired for tomorrows march."

"You don't have to mother us," Mist whined.

"Well, someone has too," Titania laughed. "How else are you guys take care of you."

"Yeah, yeah," Ike complained. "You can stay with me tonight, Mist."

"Really?!" Mist said excitedly.

"Yes, really," Ike reassured her, turning around to walk towards his tent.

Titania laughed as she saw Mist excitedly walk with Ike back to his tent. She picked up the axe from the ground before walking back into her tent. She looked at the gift they gave her, it felt really nice to see and feel their appreciation for her. She placed it right next to her bed, writing a few more things in her notebook before going to bed herself. With them, it truly felt like she adopted them as her own children and she loved them both.

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Wrote this for the FE Art Scuffle as a little revenge fic/thank you gift for @larachelledrawsf who drew me few of my fave characters from PoR/RD and from Shadow Dragon. I saw found family and immediately went for it. The found family tropes/family bonding tropes is one of my favorite tropes in the world. So I wrote it over Ike, Mist, and Titania bonding a little bit with each other! Thank you again for drawing them for me! I really do love them and appreciate them so much!

#my writing #fire emblem #fire emblem path of radiance #fire emblem radiant dawn #ike #mist #titania #fire emblem fanfiction

[loopscereal]

Random question, but what's your favorite FHS characters (either from the OG show or your rewrite/AU)?

In the original Freddy, Fred, Bonnie, and Bon immediately caught my attention. I saw Freddy and insanely went 'just like me fr', Fred was duel wielding that fun to watch with underlying tragedy, Bonnie was incredibly fun, I loved how fun he was and how snarky he could be super early on. Some of bons lines, a couple of his songs, just really struck my head and made me go wow! I can work with this! So I did, and for those four I feel like I've kept them relatively the same as their OG counterparts? I dunno, I wouldn't be able to tell from here on the inside, but they all have their roots in the original, pieces I took, pieces i rejected, things i twisted and amplified. Its fun! If you want me to talk about a specific character, I reeeeeeally like how we changed up Golden. Neither of us particularly like canon Golden, so we changed them up. Here is a summary of what I'll be talking about below the cut lmao.

They are still rich, they are not the insane 1% drinking out of gold chalices or whatever, but they are very well off, they are super comfortable. Could have had the opportunity to go to a private school of choice types. Anyways uhhh. Golden, their full name is Golden Belmonte, we gave them nonbinary they/them swag, and then we gave them some more interests and a different family background!! they are Ecuadorian, and the bear they are reflects that.

They are an Andes bear, also known as a spectacles bear or oso de anteojos! It looked like (to me) the spectacles bear had a star shaped pattern on its chest, so I gave Golden a star shaped birth mark. Anyways, this bear is very small. And in comparison to what you normally picture a bear as, they are t i n y, they are smaller than a person (while down on all four paws, they are below the average humans waist.) And with much softer hair as well. Golden reflects both these qualities. They have soft hair and have a different, much rounder and softer build in contrast to all the other bears. Fred/dy, Toddy, Deuz, and Fede all have much bigger, broader, square-er builds.

^ for facial comparison between all the bears. Please ignore how i forgot Golden's eyebrows. (yeah we completely changed Fede, sue me) Visually, we changed Golden's expression range and hairstyle. The hair re-do was done by me, inspired by 50s/60s women hairstyles. I was particularly inspired by Marilyn Monroe, purely visually, and in reference to that, Golden sometimes paints a little Monroe beauty mark on themselves. I also made their hair curly, and kept that odd little asymmetrical/ side-swept (?) thing the original has going on. My best friend Pia changed up their expression range, making them much less expressive. Very little facial expressions, but that does but mean emotionless! Their vocal tone is the same, very little emotion conveyed. Very flat, very monotone, all that. Golden certainly has the ability to push out and present tone and expression, but that would take effort, they just naturally don't. They also have eye-bags naturally,and always have their head tilted to the side Golden is in the student council, very efficient, on top of all their work, lends a hand to anyone who asks, they're academically smart, but bad at social queues. Autism swag.

Genuinely though, they're autistic. They're quite blunt and literal either don't make eye-contact at all or stare directly into your eyes without breaking the hold, they stim by: > bobbing on their tippy-toes, > holding their arms completely parallel to their sides clench their fists then fan out their hand then repeat the motion, > applying pressure to themselves by stepping on their own feet and clasping their hands together or, again, clenching their fists, > doing a sort of 'banging' motion with their arms, as if you're hitting something with your fists, idk how else to describe it lol they also fidget mindlessly with things like drawstrings of a sweater and hold their arms in the t-rex position by default.

Anyways their special interest is architecture, they love it. They also have a special interest on Pokemon, and they enjoying singing and dancing. Their favorite Pokemon is Mimikyu. They are friends with Spring, and got them both matching sweaters. Springs was Pikachu and their own was Mimikyu. They're also open to being social and making friends, especially if they can talk with people about their interests. Here's a shitty concept comic about it

Their family life. Woooooo! It's not a straight forward issue. Lol. Okay so, their family is very close knit, at least in concept. They all share ownership of a company while running different subsections as individuals. Their whole company is a sort of culture center. Some family members sell traditional Ecuadorian, Venezuelan, and Colombian clothing. Others sell food, sweets, ingredients, or teach history, culture and customs. Joy and Golden learned how to sing and dance from this! They started dancing with from learning traditional dances and songs, doing duets and partnered dancing with each other since childhood. Yeah. So, family is pretty rich and well off cause it's multiple people under the same company all accumulating and sharing wealth, always there for each-other n such. There's probably more about this i missed, but I'll reblog this and add more if its something significant. ANYWAYS. Thanks for the ask, and I could totally talk about more characters we changed and added intent to but this is long enough as is. I hope this was a satisfactory and understandable response, sorry if its messy as hell. It's cause id how to explain anything ever lol THANKS AGAIN FOR THE ASK!!!!!!!!

#fnafhs #ask #response #reply #fnafhs golden #golden #loops post #our au #golden belmonte

[kayrockerqog]

Woop, @ygoc-week Day 3! And where I'm legally required to say that yes, Musa does use the same archetype as a canon character,, But, in my defense, I'm a sucker for pretty women in big floral dresses, and the idea of stone-faced monotone Musa having abunch of cutesy fairies as her monsters amuses me greatly. SO! She's a Melodious user, her deck is built with support for Fairy/LIGHT monsters, and she is a heavy Spell user. I've made up a mock version of her deck to play with in MD and it is my favourite deck to use,, She is also meant to represent the same kind of duelist Misawa and Ryo are, who actually plan for duels, have proper strategies and, well, use more than one copy of their monsters in their deck.

(It always bugged me that more characters didn't do that) But, I digress. On a much lighter note compared to yesterday's prompt, here she is with her ace (Bloom Prima the Melodious Choir)!!

plus an additional version-

POV: You're Tyranno Kenzan and the boss music just started playing

#she's channeling her inner sander cohen with waltz of the flowers as a boss theme #it also feels appropriate that she has a fusion monster as an ace too like judai #yugioh gx #yugioh gx oc #yugioh oc #yugioh oc week 23 #oc || musa vogel #kay's arting #kay's yelling about musa again

[papercorgiworld]

Duelling during Hecat’s class II

Imagine Natty, Imelda and Poppy

Since a kind soul reminded to write this. Here’s part 2 of duelling during Hecat’s class.

Natsai Onai

You had always been desperate to impress her, but recently matters had become more serious after she had put your cloak on fire during the last DADA class. Even though Natty was always a sweetheart you couldn’t help but feel ridiculed by her as you had to walk to your dorm with only half a cloak since the rest of it was burned to ashes.

All of your efforts to get her attention, to be invited to her secret missions after class, were to no avail. She needed to know that you might look as innocent as a puffskein but you were as fierce as a… uhm… mooncalf hippogriff. You needed to improve your dueling skills drastically! You asked Sebastian to be your tutor and he agreed as he likes friends who are in his debt.

Today was the day you would take down Natty Onai. Your swift skills and elegant moves would impress her and she would invite you on one of her quests. That was the plan. Hecat explained what she expected of today’s duals and per usual paired you with Natty. Sebastian gave you an awkward thumbs up like he wasn’t fully convinced of your victory. Doubt clenched your heart for a moment, but Natty made you snap out of it. “Interesting assignment. Don’t you think?” You stared at her as she smiled with gentle eyes, yet unable to hide her excitement. “Sounds like fun.” You answered as you reached for your wand. “I won’t be too rough on you.” She offered as she walked over to take position. Your eyes flared up to meet hers. “Please, don’t. I feel like today’s my day.” Natty raised an eyebrow and gave you a soft nod.

Today was not your day. You barely managed to cast spells, since you constantly had to dodge hers. This was embarrassing, but you were still standing so that was something. You remembered Sebastian’s advice: Natty’s an aggressive opponent, so eventually she will tire herself.

You waited for the right moment and casted a perfect stupefy counterattack. Victory was yours for the taking. “Expelliarmus!” Proudly you watched Natty’s wand fly. Only when it landed did you realise she didn’t need a wand to cast. You panicked, what now! As you saw Natty’s hands move you ran towards her and jumped her.

The whole class was silent. “What’s the meaning of this?” Hecat asked in a monotone voice of curiosity. “A surprise tactic.” You whispered as your face heated up. “I must say I’m surprised.” Natty laughed from underneath you. You forced a smile as you were dying of embarrassment on the inside. You got up and helped Natty up. “You sure are resourceful.” She said, keeping you from turning away from her. “Yeah.” You laughed quietly. “I’m impressed.” Her accent was heavier than normal. She winked and walked over to some gryffindors.

You stood alone and dumbfounded when Sebastian walked over to you, arms crossed and a cheeky smile. “Sweet tactic.” You rolled your eyes as he added: “I’m definitely using this tactic in the future.”

Imelda Reyes

There she stood, arms crossed and her wand in hand. Imelda Reyes: the Slytherin queen of mean, the future quidditch legend and most of all your rival. Quidditch, wizard chess or a late night drinking game. The two of you always tried besting one another.

The two of you weren’t paired together often during Hecat’s class, so today’s opportunity needed to be seized. She had won the last duel and for two months she had rubbed it in your face. You were about to introduce her to some sweet karma. “Fancy another defeat?” A smug smile played on her lips. You raised an eyebrow in response. “I don’t even know what defeat feels like.” You walked past her and readied yourself for the duel. She huffed avoiding your eyes. If you didn’t know any better you would think she looked a little unsure. The last and only time she won was pure luck and you were not going to be merciful since she had bragged about her victory for way too long.

With a few basic casts you quickly gained the upper hand. When she managed to cast a decent protego you reacted with levioso. You expected her to make quick work of it and be back on the ground in no time, but she struggled. This was humouring. As she was still levitated you used accio to move her closer. You smiled at her like a kid with candy as you watched her try to end the levitation charm. She was getting more frustrated and flustered with every passing moment. “You like it up there?” You laughed, no longer resisting taunting her. A little growl of annoyance escaped Imelda’s lips. “Put me down!” You smile grew immensely wide and you were about to ask her to repeat her question or ask nicely. However, Hecat’s glare changed your mind.

As you dropped your spell so suddenly, Imelda stumbled when she landed. She straightened her uniform and breathed to calm herself. “Clearly you are a more talented duelist than me. DADA is really your thing.” She finally stated, avoiding eye contact. This caught you off guard. Your face heated up a little. Was that a compliment from Imelda Reyes? “W-well. Yes. Thank you. I have my talent… and you… well, you’re just perfect in everything else.” You stuttered. Imelda raised an eyebrow and smiled. “Couldn’t have said it better myself.” With that she turned on her heels and you shook your head. Imelda Reyes, unbelievable…

Poppy Sweeting

Poppy wasn’t a duelling natural. Which was strange since she spent her weekends killing off poachers like they were mosquitoes on a lovely summer evening. She had come to you for advice. You had given her everything you got: advice on taking a perfect stance, working on her reflexes, practicing spell combinations, etc. Even though she mastered everything you taught her through sheer hard work, something always went wrong during DADA class.

It frustrated you that all your efforts and mostly all of Poppy’s hard work were of no use. However, you pushed your frustrations to the back of your head when you saw the sweet Hufflepuff smiling at you. “Hecat said you should be my duelling partner today.” You smiled and nodded. “Good. Remember what I told yesterday about d&d?” Poppy proudly replied: “Dodge and defend.” You both went to stand opposite of one another. You immediately directed a basic cast at her. It hit Poppy and you dropped your shoulders in frustration: “Popps!” She was startled by your stern voice. “Sorry. Focus. I know.” Poppy got to you through a good combination of spells, but you quickly counterattacked and she lost balance.

Watching her stumble, your frustration got the better of you again. “Popps, damn it! Pretend I eat mooncalfs for breakfast.” You cast another spell. “Hippogriffs are not that impressive!” You yelled. Poppy defects one of your spells and raises an annoyed eyebrow at your rantings. “Nothing’s cool about thestrals, almost no one can see them.” An angry huff escapes Poppy’s lips as she throws a spell combination your way in an attempt to shut you up. All the students and professor Hecat hold their breath as they watch the fierce duel unfold. “Puffskeins are overrated hairballs!” Everyone’s mouth drops. Right before you get blasted to the other side of the classroom you here Ominis say: “Now she’s done it.”

You blink a few times and see everyone staring at you in concern. “Oh no. Oh no. Are you okay? I’m so sorry. So sorry.” Poppy runs over to you. As she’s helping you up she paused for a moment. “You didn’t mean any of those things, right?” You smiled. “Of course not!” Content with your answer, the hufflepuff helped you up. “In that case I’m really sorry.” Hecat approached the both of you and cleared her throat. “I guess it’s clear now that Miss Sweeting does not lack any duelling-skill, but rather passion for my class. Because when it’s about magical creatures you show yourself quite the duellist.” Poppy looks a little sheepish. You throw your arm around her: “Next DADA class just pretend your opponent is a poacher.”

Gareth: “Next class I definitely don’t want to be paired with the dangerous hufflepuff.”

Sebastian: “Yeah, note to self: never piss off the innocent looking hufflepuff.“

Random note: Since English isn’t my first language I find it so weird that UK English writes duelling with two L’s and US English writes it with one L. Why? Anyways, have a lovely day! ☺️

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy imagine #natty onai #natsai onai #imelda reyes #poppy sweeting #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #garreth weasley #papercorgiworldwritings

[paperandpencilsandskips]

lali has this monotone "A" scream i imagine, she literally just says A like her scream got cut off

i think she got this from her abuelita, whom also never screamed because she faced like cactus vampires, eldritch root trees, and like fought greys in a pistol duel

#i wanna draw more Abuelita Amelia stories #like lali she has an LL name #Amelia Lopez...... or Lilu.....