#knight hazel

[astroph1les]

this love | chapter two [h.c]

summary: you never thought a knight could make you so tense. thanks to a shared love for literature, you finally grow the confidence to speak more than a few words to hazel. you get to meet a special friend of hazel’s while showing her the garden. the queen and king share some news.

pairing: hazel callahan x fem!reader

contains: baby gay in the making, slight angst, fluff. just pure princess and knight fluff. isabel again being the sweetest girl and friend to reader. the king and queen are a warning of their own, soft little gay touches.

word count: 3.7K

a/n: i wanted to treat you guys to chapter two early…. the relationship is brewing.

‘this love’ master list

Your parents weren’t being vague about Hazel watching over you.

It had been two weeks since she had first arrived and you’ve seen her from when the sun first peeks from the horizon to the depths of the midnight sky. She had to be in the room when you apologized to both Prince Jeffrey and his mother before they had to begin their journey back to their kingdom. It was utterly humiliating for you as you had to tell Prince Jeffrey that your reasoning was that you weren’t ‘properly trained’ as your father insisted.

Trained. You weren’t a pet. You didn't need to be trained. You needed to be respected by those ridiculous princes.

The intimidating knight had to see you in such an embarrassing state only two days into her job.

You swore you had seen more of Hazel in the past week than you had your own reflection. Instead of just Isabel in your corner for etiquette lessons, it was Hazel and Isabel.

The two of them seemed to be getting along quite nicely. Every time you caught them talking to one another, you saw Isabel smiling and nodding to her words.

That was one thing you were unadmittedly jealous of. You haven’t gotten the gall to make more conversation. She had mostly just been lingering around every corner to make sure you were doing what you were supposed to be doing.

You can talk to her. It shouldn’t be that hard to just talk. What would you talk about though?

It was just past breakfast time, Hazel following you to the library that your parents had but completely ignored. It was one of your safe spaces to just have some moments of peace.

Your parents weren’t constantly pressuring you about which of the unbearable princes to choose from. You weren’t being compared to Moira. If you could just sit in that library — or the garden as your second choice of comfort — and read a good book, you’d be content.

Your eyes followed to Hazel’s side profile, opening your mouth to start a conversation. Hazel shifted her eyes a little too fast for your liking when she noticed your change in movement. Your mouth clamped shut just as fast as it opened and you continued walking in silence.

Small talk is not easy, you’ve come to realize.

Why was this so hard for you? Every time her vision locked with yours, it made your entire body stiffen.

As you finally approached the library’s grand doors, Hazel sped up her pace so she could open the doors for you. She stood with her back against it, waiting for you to pass by into the secluded area. It was a rather minuscule library as not many people in the palace read books.

You were pretty sure you and Isabel were the only ones that visited the abandoned area. Well, you, Isabel, and now Hazel.

“Thank you,” you murmur as you pass by her, stepping into the room.

“Of course, princess,” Hazel replies, nodding at you with respect.

There that feeling flushed over you again. It was every time she had referred to you as ‘princess’. Everyone in the palace calls you princess as much as you insist for them not to. Hazel was the first person you didn't mind calling you ‘princess’.

Your eyes dance from cover to cover, figuring out where the exact book you were looking for was located. Hazel’s heavier boots echoed behind you, an anxious shiver crawling up your spine to cling to your ears. Your fingers traced the spines of the hardcovers until you landed on the book you were searching for.

You dig your fingertips into the top of the spine, tugging the book out of its place. You place it onto your palm, running a hand over the cover.

“There is something at work in my soul, which I do not understand,” Hazel speaks up from behind you.

You jump slightly at her sudden words, turning around to face the knight.

“I’m sorry?” You ask her as you half heard what she had said.

Hazel’s eyes flickered to the book in your hand then back up to your eyes.

“Frankenstein. It’s one of my favorites.” She adds.

You didn't even know she was watching you so intently to see what book you had chosen. Well, you suppose that’s her job as your knight. You released a chuckle that was so shaky, you wanted to stuff the book into your mouth and down your throat to shut you up.

“Right, I’m sorry. I hadn't fully heard what you said.” You tried to play it off, keeping eye contact for probably the first time since she’s arrived.

“Oh, I didn’t intend to scare you, princess.” Hazel chuckled as well, taking a few steps forward.

“No, no, you didn’t, Hazel.” She raises her eyebrows at you, knowing you are lying straight through your teeth. “Okay, you did but that’s only because I didn’t realize you had even seen what I had grabbed.”

Hazel shook her head as she was now only inches from your body. Her captivating eyes shone bright from the mid-morning sun rays beaming in through the library's white-paned windows. You counted the different shades of blue that decorated her iris’.

You counted four.

“It’s the king and queen's orders to keep a close eye on you.” Hazel hummed, tilting her head as her eyes flickered to the book.

You nod, clearing your throat. “Of course.”

“What are your other favorite books?” Hazel hummed, now staring into your soul.

Your eyes flicker from the slope of her nose to the cupid's bow of her top lip.

“It’s a bit more recent but I did love Little Women by Louisa May Alcott.” You admit, surprising yourself with how good you were doing so far with talking to Hazel.

“Oh, I’ve never heard of that one.” Hazel furrowed her brows.

“Isabel had found it at a bookshop in town and brought it to me. It’s somewhere in my room still but when you have the time, I would recommend it.” You smile at the thought of Isabel thinking of you as she went out as you weren’t allowed to leave the palace.

Hazel only nodded at your words, grinning at your smile. You hoped she took notice of your subtle invite to ask her for the book one day.

“What else do you enjoy doing other than reading?” Hazel spoke up, moving a few steps back.

You wondered why she did so.

“Truthfully, I’m not allowed to do much within these walls. If I’m not in etiquette lessons and getting scolded for my apparent hunchback, I’m having to endure the utterly incompetent excuses for princes from other kingdoms that my parents hand-select.” You grin sarcastically, sighing out as you shake your head.

Hazel’s figure is walking away now, not sure as to what to say to what you had just admitted. You realize how venomous your words sounded and regret settles in your chest.

Too comfortable.

“Other than that, I enjoy visiting the garden. It’s quite beautiful there. Maurice and Hemmings, the gardeners, do a brilliant job at mending to the plants and keeping them alive.” You ramble, picking at the spine of Frankenstein.

Hazel is facing you now, just a few feet away. You suck in a deep breath, hoping she won't bring up how you just admitted you didn't want to get married.

“And where’s the garden?”

The garden was someplace that you probably could live in if it wasn’t outdoors. There were tall bushes that looked as if the tree's leaves were growing outwards from the trunk. In the center is a stone fountain with crystal-clear water. The much shorter bushes held in the midst of them beautifully bloomed petunias.

If you looked above, wisterias dangled from the tall trees on either side of the garden. You wanted to trap yourself here on most days and pretend there wasn’t anything else going on in the world.

“This is the garden.” You grin as you’re staring at the wisterias.

Hazel, too, had been admiring the way the flowers above framed the entirety of the garden. A faint smile spread onto her lips as the sunlight beamed in through the spring leaves.

“I can see why you adore this place so much.” Hazel glanced over at your elated expression and couldn’t help but absorb your radiance.

You drop your head as you lock your eyes on hers, watching her lips twitch into a smile. You’ve never seen her full smile until today; teeth and all.

It was a look you’d love to see more often. When she had to keep that knightly emotionless expression on her face, it felt more just like ‘ knight’ and ‘princess’. Right now, it felt like more than that.

Deeper than that.

“At this time in spring is when the wisterias appear the most beautiful,” Hazel states as she looks back up at the dangly flowers.

“And why is that?” You hum, wanting to hear her voice for the rest of your life.

“They’ve fully bloomed, showing their entire selves to us. That’s what’s so beautiful.” Hazel explained as she trekked around the fountain to make her way towards you.

You feel that familiar tension in your chest as she looks at you while moving closer. You were just fine. What was happening to you?

“I wasn’t aware that you were an expert on botany.” You teased as you avoided her gaze at all costs, sitting down at the fountain.

You turned to sit facing her but you were dragging one of your palms through the warm water. You wanted to look at her. You were quite liking it until she began to walk towards you.

“You have no idea how many things I expert in, princess.” Hazel quipped back.

Your cheeks flush scarlet as you continue to distract yourself. It was entirely too hot outside all of a sudden. You had to move locations as much as you’d love to stay in the garden.

“It’s about mid-day. I have go to the stables and feed my horse.” Hazel stated, adjusting her belt once again. “I can escort you to whichever room you’d like before then, princess.”

You finally looked up at her with a tight smile.

“Whichever room?” You question.

Hazel nodded, a faint smile spreading onto her lips. “You are the princess.”

“In that case, is it alright if I accompany you?” You ask her with a hopeful tone.

This didn’t seem to be something that Hazel was expecting from you. There was a moment of shock covering her features before she simply nodded curtly.

Hazel hesitantly replied; “If you wish, princess.”

You frowned. “If I’m intruding—“

If you wish. Why did that bother you so much?

“No, no, no,” Hazel’s tone had changed completely, a lot more gentle this time. “Just… okay, it might smell a bit. The stables, I mean.”

You nod along to her words.

“I know, Hazel. I haven’t been completely kept inside.” You try to lighten up the mood, anticipating to see Hazel’s smile lines once again.

Hazel chuckles to herself, looking down at her boots. A laugh. Even better than what you were hoping for.

“Alright, princess. Follow me then.”

You do so, taking this time to take in her back profile. You’ve never seen it as due to her knightly duties, she always has to stay behind or next to you; never in front.

It sent a shiver down your spine to be breaking the stupid rules with Hazel. Isabel was right.

Maybe you could be friends.

As you approached the brick stables, an instant deeper and pungent smell filled your senses. You pushed past it as you were entirely too excited to see the horses up close. Hazel grabbed onto the metal handle on the smaller door, tugging on it.

Once it had opened, you had seen a dark horse's head peak out. You slowly inched your way towards him, Hazel had reached into a cloth bag that was on her hip that you hadn’t noticed before.

“Aren’t you a gorgeous horse?” Your voice heightens as you approach the deep-colored horse.

Your parents never really allowed you to get into the stables as they were only meant for the staff and knights. Claimed it was only meant for those who had to be there. As you were standing in front of Hazel’s horse, you hated how you missed out on this because it was ‘too dirty’ for a princess.

Hazel was right behind you now, her hand gripping the handful of hay that she was going to feed him.

“Isn’t he?” She hummed, approaching him with a soft smile.

You nod as you watch her horse gently lower his head to allow her to smooth down the fur on his head. Hazel whispers something to him that you can’t understand.

Whatever she had whispered to him, he seemed to accept the hay instantly. She smiled with contentment, patting the side of his neck.

“What’s his name?” You question, watching him carefully gnaw at the hay straws.

Hazel glanced at you, clearing her throat. You wait patiently for her response, confused when she begins to turn away to search for something.

“Hazel?” You question once more.

“Yes, princess?” She replied, raising her brows at you from her hunched-over position.

Don’t get distracted. She’s supposed to call you that.

“What’s his name?” You raise your brows, focusing on the stallion.

“Peanut,” Hazel replies slowly, wincing slightly as she awaits your reaction.

A sudden laugh left your lips before covering it with your palm. You glanced around the open area around the stables, hearing the birds flutter away from your unexpected laughter.

You stare at Hazel with a straight and teasing smile.

“Peanut?” You tilt your head.

“It’s supposed to be ironic.” Hazel defends with a chuckle. “He’s big, tall, and strong, and well, a peanut is tiny.”

“It’s cute. It suits him very well,” you examine his muzzle and forehead.

You lean in closer, watching his eyes lock on you. He huffs and neighs rather loudly, causing you to back up just as fast as you approach him. You didn't know why or how it had happened but you were latched onto Hazel’s right bicep.

Your grip was tight out of fear that you’d angered him. Hazel’s left hand is carefully placed over your own, keeping your hand there.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Hazel mutters to Peanut, her hand that was attached to the one you had a grip on gently caressing his forehead.

“I-I didn't mean to.” You reply, shaking your head.

“He’s okay. I promise. That was my fault for not warning you. He was a war horse before he was mine. It took some time for him to warm up to me. Nearly snapped my arm off the first time I attempted to ride him.” Hazel assured you, keeping one hand on your grip and the other on Peanuts’ head.

Guilt floods into your veins as you watch Hazel calm him down. He had been through so much.

“Oh, poor thing.” You notice he has a scar right underneath his right eye.

You turn your head to look at Hazel and realize you’re still gripping onto her bicep. You release it, muttering another apology as you tried to push away how you noticed the muscle in her upper arm.

“It’s alright. Nothing to worry about, princess.” Hazel assures you with a grin, glancing down at your hand that was once on her body.

“He’s okay?” You ask, worriedly staring at the horse.

“He is. Here.” Hazel clears her throat, pointing to your hand. “May I?”

One thing your mother was right about was Hazel’s professionalism. You rather impulsively latched onto her while she was asking to touch your hand.

You don’t utter a word just lifting your hand to allow her to take it into her palms. A heat rose to your chest as she carefully moved to hold your wrist. You blamed it on the sun’s aggressive rays beaming down onto the back of your head.

“Don’t be sudden with your movements. Be gentle.” Hazel instructs as she carefully places your hand over Peanut’s forehead.

Her voice was just above a whisper, just a few inches away from your ears. You try to focus on how nice his coat of hair felt; not the sudden shivers traveling down your spine from her words.

“Wow.” Hazel spoke up, sounding rather shocked.

“What is it?” You question softly, continuing your movements with Hazel’s more careful grip still on your wrist.

“He usually would be freaking out by now,” Hazel replied, looking down at your wrist. “You really are a special one, princess.”

Special. Princess.

Her words echoed in your mind and rested in your thoughts.

“I am definitely not special. More lucky,” you dismiss her words, wondering why it made you feel both thrilled and uneasy.

“I disagree.” Hazel quips back, eyes locking with yours. “Respectfully, I disagree, princess.”

“Well we’ll just have to agree to disagree.” You grin flatly, wanting the conversation to end.

Before Hazel could mutter anything else to you, you spot Isabel walking into the direction of the stables. You both separated from one another, Peanut becoming completely disregarded.

“Isabel?” You question, smoothing down the front of one of your everyday dresses.

“The, uh, king and queen have requested your presence.” Isabel states, sucking in a deep breath.

“Right, well, I’ll be there.” You nod, giving her a kind smile.

“I’ll escort the princess. Thank you, Isabel.” Hazel nods to your friend.

Isabel’s eyes flicker from you to Hazel, an unfamiliar expression in her face. You scratch at your wrist where Hazel’s warm palm was as she walks away. Hazel gives Peanut one more reassuring pat on his neck before carefully shutting the top-half of the door.

“After you, princess.” Hazel moved to the side and bowed out of respect.

Back to knight and princess.

You begin to trek forward as you notice a few guards holding the doors open for the three of you. Isabel was walking right by your side, silently watching you. She wanted to say something. You know it.

“I see you and Hazel are becoming friends now.” Isabel hummed, glancing at the guards to nod in their direction.

“I suppose. She’s become more… open.” You reply back.

You were hoping that the charming knight hadn’t heard your words. She was merely a few feet behind you so you tried to keep your volume low.

“That’s good. She had told me you—“

“What did she tell you?” You didn't mean to seem so eager but considering Isabel flinched, it was entirely too much.

“That you hadn’t spoken to her other than ‘yes’ and ‘thank you’. She thinks you think she’s not paying attention to you.” Isabel reveals to you before looking at you once again. “She wants to get to know you.”

“Yeah, I’ve… realized that now.” Your mind flickers from the few shared moments no more than two hours ago. The library, Frankenstein, the garden. Special princess.

As you approach the throne room, you spot more than ten guards carrying luggage. You spot your mother and father instructing these guards out the front entrance of the palace.

“Mother? Father?” You call out to them, confusion written all over your features.

Your father turns in his place, eyes locking on your shorter figure. He glances behind you on Isabel and Hazel.

“We’re going to be traveling across the waters to a new kingdom to see if there are any other princes who you haven’t completely degraded. It’ll be three weeks time, at most a month before we return.” Your father motions to all of the heavy wood suitcases.

The words settled in and you weren’t as angry as you would have been. This is usually when you and your father would have a screaming argument about how they were wasting their time leaving.

“Oh, well, have safe travels. I hope you both come back healthy and well.” You simply reply, folding your hands respectfully.

“Ah, well, it seems like Dame Callahan has been a good influence on you this past week.” Your mother’s tone was rather shocked with how you weren’t starting a screaming match with your father.

You bite your tongue at the looks your father and mother were sending you. All it took was for a ‘safe travels’ for them to not be angry with you for a moment?

“I trust Dame Callahan will keep you in line. You know you mustn’t leave the palace gates, indoors by sundown, and you must be attending those etiquette lessons once a day except for Saturday and Sunday as Mrs. DuBois is home.” Your mother quickly explained the rules but all you heard was ‘a month without you guys breathing down my neck’.

“Yes, mother. I will be here.” You sigh to yourself, waiting for them to be on their way.

“Well then, Dame Callahan?” You hear your father address Hazel.

“Yes, your majesty. I won’t let the princess out of my sight.” She states calmly but you were more than calm.

You were over excited for their leave. You walked over to very stiffly hug and bid them goodbye. Physical touch wasn’t something you received from your parents often. Only orders and scoldings.

The carriage at the entrance of the palace was piled in the back full of your parents' luggage. You, Isabel, and Hazel stood on the very top step to wave them bye as the driver yielded for the horse to go onward.

“You seem happy.” Isabel hummed, a grin forming on her face.

“Me? No. I’m absolutely heartbroken that my parents will be leaving for the next month.” You reply in a flat tone, turning to her and smiling at the end of your sentence.

You’re about to be forced into marriage as you knew you weren’t going to have much say in this next suitor. You might as well try to make the most of the next month before then.

“And what do you plan to do for the next month, princess?” Hazel’s voice causes you to jump and flush as you had forgotten she could hear you.

You clear your throat with a smile, nodding your head.

“You wouldn’t tell my parents, would you?” You question Hazel.

Her eyes lock on yours with a small shrug. That wasn’t a no nor a yes. You’ll take it.

“I still have to look after you, princess.” Hazel replied.

“You’ll be there as well, Dame Callahan.”

You were sure of it.

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#hazel callahan #bottoms movie #hazel callahan x reader #bottoms 2023 #wlw #sapphic #hazel callahan x you #ruby cruz #hazel callahan fic #knight hazel

[cali-kabi]

~🌟🔥Me and my silly lil brain made some more Mario Kirby crossover rpg drawings ;w;💫

I had fun writing their descriptions and magic attacks in. Geno’s Star Rod works way differently than Kirby’s in fact it’s more stronger than the little ones xD while I was learning the Mario and Luigi dream team art style I found a new fire flare brush and went crazy on that with Galacta and Blade Knight <3💫

#sydney’s art #my art #paper mario #mallow super mario rpg #geno smrpg #geno super mario rpg #kirby #meta knight #galacta knight #kirby right back at ya #tiff kirby #digital art #mario and luigi dream team #dimentio #super paper mario #sword knight #blade knight #sailor dee #yeah my sailor Dee has green eyes I was between that and hazel #doopliss #starlow #toadette #mario rpg gaz #luigi nintendo #kirby au #mario au #i really need to update my fix on a03 soon I just been going through writers block and I’m shy since this is my first fic

[rocknroll7575]

Can we get Rusted knight talking to some older characters like Ironwood and Ozpin? Also I feel like there would be something towards Raven

Sure can! Here you go!

XXX

Rusted Knight: *walks on the stage with his broken sword* You were willing to leave so many behind to the slaughter!?

Ironwood: *Unholsetrs guns and aims at RK* Without Atlas, the world is doomed

Rusted Knight: Without it's people, there is no Atlas

XXX

Ironwood: *Loads bullets into gun as he looks to RK* How can I trust you?

Rusted Knight: *Jumps off Juniper and lands on stage* Is a Knight's word not enough?

Ironwood: Words are empty, actions are louder

XXX

Ozpin: *Walks on stage with cane and mug* Is that really you under there, Mr. Arc?

Rusted Knight: *walks on the stage with his broken sword* You mistake me for the man I once was, he is gone

Ozpin: Then it seems I have failed another soul...

XXX

Rusted Knight: *Jumps off Juniper and lands on stage* You lost someone close to you?

Ozpin: *Appears on stage surrounded by a green ball* My daughter's... I lost them

Rusted Knight: Then it seems we are kindred spirits.

XXX

Rusted Knight: *walks on the stage with his broken sword* Another witch? Are you here to torment you as well

Glynda: *Pushing her glasses up* I am here to offer you guidance

Rusted Knight: What Guidance could you offer me?

XXX

Glynda: *Fix's broken floor as she walks on top it* By the Brothers... Mr. Arc?

Rusted Knight: *Jumps off Juniper and lands on stage* Who I once was is gone, I am what remains

Glynda: I have failed to protect my students...

XXX

Raven: *Puts Grimm Mask on* Another walking Fairy Tale

Rusted Knight: *walks on the stage with his broken sword* It seems we both have something in common, Raven Branwen

Raven: Indeed, but who is the better fighter?

XXX

Rusted Knight: *Jumps off Juniper and lands on stage* What brings you here, Coward?

Raven: *Eye's glowing blue with rage* I am no coward!

Rusted Knight: Then what do you call leaving Summer Rose behind?

XXX

Hazel: *Stabs Arms with Dust* You are the Rusted Knight?

Rusted Knight: *walks on the stage with his broken sword* I am, why do you ask?

Hazel: Gretchen thought the world of you...

XXX

Tyrian: *Walks on stage with his tail swaying slowly* The Rusted Knight!? Before my very eyes!?

Rusted Knight: *Jumps off Juniper and lands on stage* Tyrian Callows, You will pay for your crimes

Tyrian: I'm already getting excited!

XXX

Rusted Knight: *walks on the stage with his broken sword* What can your high intellect do to me?

Watts: *typing away on a scroll* Brains over Brawn, my dear boy

Rusted Knight: Then it's a good thing I have both

(I'll do Tai, Summer, Maria, and a few others in another one but Up next should be the FATALITIES!)

#rwby #jaune arc #rwby meme #rwby jaune #professor ozpin #james ironwood #glynda goodwitch #raven branwen #hazel rainart #tyrian callows #arthur watts #mk intros #rwby x mk #the rusted knight #rwby rusted knight

[knight-parzival]

The rebel Grandmaster

#world of darkness #wod #vampire the masquerade #vtm #Vampire the Masquerade Bloodlines #vtmb #clan quest mod #hazel tomes #malkavian #knights by night #knightcore

[anthyies]

sort-of outfit swap. outfit share

#cassandra cain #tim drake #Batman #dc #esha.txt #mycreations #Whatever I spent too long on this and I don’t really like it . But have it . with the non-binary colors too #sorry for refusing to give tim blue eyes ❤️ freaky pale hazel eyes indian truth ❤️ #.. the :3 is because i can’t think of anything else to put there. in Tim’s outfits it’s usually the Gotham knights logo. also he wears so #many layers in his robin solo it’s really funny #aggg. i need to go do some loose sketches to regain my ability to like what i draw again ok bye

[anotherconventionaltumblr]

A quick Tanthamore edit with some fighting, feelings, and this jam.

(While editing, I had totally forgotten about Kit's attempt at comforting Jade while in the rain, which gets interrupted by Boorman. ❤️)

🎶 Rihanna x Dua Lipa - Don't Stop The Music x Training Season Remix by Adamusic

#queer #otp #love #kit tanthalos #Ruby cruz #ruby cruz edit #ruby cruz and erin kellyman #hazel callahan #hazel bottoms #erin kellyman #erin kellyman edit #willow #Willow edit #disney+ #Canon #Tanthamore #Kit x jade #Princess #Knight #Rihanna #Dua Lipa #Don't stop the music x training season #lgbtq representation #save willow

[rachetmath]

Can we please get a sequel to the post about Jaune bring pissed off about wanting a partner? It is gold.

Alright. Bet. I don't do this often but- Very well. Part 2. After Jaune recruits Neo into the party.

Ruby: Jaune you traitor!

Jaune: Oh! I’m a traitor?!

Blake: How could you let Neo join our team? You didn’t even let us have say!

Jaune: So?!

Weiss: You let her beat Ruby up!

Jaune: And I forgave her.

Yang: I can’t believe your trusting her.

Jaune: Oh like you trusted Robyn right?

Balke: Hang on that was different. Robyn was-

Jaune: A criminal. Who stole from the Atlas military. Who also was interfering with our plans long before Salem’s forces came into the picture.

Nora: Well Neo’s was Roman’s old assistant.

Jaune: Emerald was Cinder’s old assistant. What are you trying to tell me?!

Ren: She’s untrustworthy Jaune.

Yang: She tried to murder us back on the island.

Jaune: Okay since we are on trust and bringing up old and new shit let’s start this debate. How long has Emerald been with Cinder?

Ruby: For a while I guess.

Jaune: And Cinder put Amber in a deadly position where Pyrrha had to become a maiden in her place. Cinder didn’t have maiden powers before right? How did Amber end up in that condition? Hm. Anyone?

RWBYRN: *silent*

Jaune: Speaking of Pyrrha, didn’t Emerald help traumatize her by making her destroy Penny the FIRST time?!

Ruby: … Um…

Jaune: Didn’t she try to kill you back Heaven?!

Ruby: Well…

Jaune: Oh and here’s a good question. What happened at Amity?! Cause I recall it working, then suddenly it’s not and after seeing Penny when she was a robot-

Ruby: Android!

Jaune: I know- she was in horrible condition. Almost as if she got jumped. Care to explained that Emerald?

Emerald: Hey Neo was apart of that too.

Jaune: Didn’t even deny it.

Oscar: Regardless Emerald saved my life. Of course we can trust her unlike that time with James and the fact Neo tried to kill us.

Jaune: Are you se- Oscar, I’m sorry that James shot you but really, the moment we got to Atlas we all choice to keep secrets.

Ruby: I had my reasons.

Jaune: But what were they?

Ruby: We saw Mantle Jaune, it’s obvious why I didn’t trust him.

Jaune: Hold up, so you didn’t trust James because he was tight on security in Mantle?! Even though he told us why! Remember in his office? The plans? The whole point of Amity Arena?! Not to mention the people of Mantle were acting like entitled pricks. The people started a riot.

Nora: For understandable reasons Jaune.

Jaune: Okay, but then they destroyed their own security and their city before the Grimm even arrived to reap their souls. What does that tell you?

Nora: Um…

Jaune: And again, what has Robyn been doing? What has she done to help us?

Blake: Jaune she was just didn’t know what was going on.

Jaune: Neither did anyone else. So once more, what has she done for us? And I mean before we become criminals. Or before the disaster happened.

Yang: …. …. Mm…. I-i can’t say anything on that… b-but since you’re so key on that then why didn’t you trust James? Why didn’t you tell him the truth?

Jaune: … … *sigh* Yang how did you get your arm?

Yang: … ….

Jaune: When you got set up by Mercury and Emerald, where you could have been arrest, who bailed you out?

Yang: We’re were punished though.

Jaune: Yeah, it’s like winning a tournament is important than not going to jail for attempted murder. Ruby, who bailed you out when you were found in the security room back at Beacon?

Ruby: And he praised me for that too.

Jaune: Weiss, didn’t he offer you a place in his school? Heck didn’t he stop you from getting into trouble at your father’s party? And even agreed with your statement.

Weiss: Indeed. Wait-wait-wait, hold on, w-what does this have to do with-?

Jaune: Ren. Nora. Can either recall anything specific James has ever done for us? And I don’t just mean as a team but also on an individual level.

Ren: He gave us our licenses.

Jaune: After everything, we went through, we deserved our licenses. Plus, for how crazy things were he needed all the help he could get.

Nora: He’s not wrong Ren.

Jaune: Anything else? Cause I recall it took me going to Mistral to learn about Pyrrha, the machine, maiden powers, and relics when I could’ve been told all that back at Vale. But no, neither he nor Gylanda told me shit. Even though Pyrrha was my damn partner!

Nora: … Man, h-he has a point. I-it speaks for itself.

Jaune: Basically Oscar, James shot you because you decided to tell him everything when the city was already on fire! Plus, didn’t Hazel beat you to a bloody pulp before he helped you? Why is he forgiven? In fact, what did Emerald do get you to trust her?

Oscar: …. *smacks his lips*Yeah… yeah th-th-that I-I got to admit was BS.

Jaune: See the hypocrisy here? This is why I gave up being a leader because I got no respect.

Ren: I mean you make a lot of dumb choices.

Jaune: Really? Have you done any better? Because it wasn’t for my choice to steal an Atlas airship, we wouldn’t have gotten to Atlas at all. Hell, we would’ve had to trade Weiss in. If it wasn't for my plan to go inside the whale, we one; couldn’t go get Oscar and two; escape. Hell if wasn’t for me killing Penny, wouldn’t a thousands of people be dead including all of of you and Weiss’s sister?

Winter: …. …. …. I can’t deny that.

Weiss: Winter!

Winter: I mean I’m alive.

Nora: But Jaune we do respect you. We love you remember.

Jaune: Girl, that means nothing coming from you. And that's why I said you and Ren are the most unreliable teammates. You two barely help me when I need you. Hell, I’ve been doing more work than ya’ll combined.

Nora: Not true we-

Jaune: So when we were at Heaven why it is none of you helped me with Cinder? Hm. I was fighting a maiden by myself while you were tag-teaming Hazel. Where both you got your butts handed to you. Mostly Ren.

Nora and Ren: … ….

Jaune: Then you waited until Oscar went missing to start talking to me about what happened. Like we couldn’t have talked about that when we were on the train? But then when we got to Atlas- oh my god you two got even worse! Especially you Nora.

Nora: Um...

Jaune: I was being nice to you but you chose to get mad at me cause Ren didn’t have time for you. Then when Neo showed up, you two proceeded to get mopped. Me and Oscar were doing more work than that!

Oscar: That’s a fact. H-he speaks the truth.

Jaune: Next, you and Ren started arguing along with Yang and Ruby to where I had to break it up like last time. You left our team and when we got back after almost dying, no “Hi.”, “Hello” or at least some form of “I’m glad your here.”.

Nora: … … …

Jaune: And Ren I don’t know what the hell was wrong with you but you were tripping!

Ren: Um.

Jaune: Like I was trying to help you. I was trying to understand what was wrong but everytime---Everytime I try you be acting like Sasuke with a stick up your ass. Like I wasn’t into lying to James but we still did it. You still chose to keep the secret.

Ren: Hinse why I was upset.

Jaune: Then why didn’t you tell him? Hell, what were you doing to make things better? Cause I hate to break it to you brother but without me, your semblance is as useful as your upgraded weapon and skill set. Which is not high.

Ren and Nora: *sad*

Jaune: I’m just saying, where was the love? Cause I sure as hell didn’t feel it. In fact, ya’ll used me as a test dummy for the portals. Even though Emerald was there.

NRO: … … ….

Jaune: And this is why I wanted Ilia on our team. Hell, I regret killing Penny! Cause at least I can finally have someone to have my back. Something I can’t say for you three!

Ruby: Okay but still Neo is a trickster. What if she stabs you in the back?

Jaune: I’ll take my chances.

Yang: Why?!

Jaune: As the saying goes, “The enemy of my enemy is my friend.” Meaning Neo hates Cinder just as I do. So I can at least trust the fact that she wants her dead.

Neo: *nods in agreement*

Jaune: Emerald worked for Cinder especially so… how do you know she won’t sell you out if it means she keeps Cinder’s praise?

Ruby: That… is actually a good point. No matter. You will regret this Jaune.

Neo and Jaune start not talking to each other for now. After a few months of working together, Neo suddenly starts opening up to Jaune. Jaune even starts to make her laugh a few times. They then started spending time together as friends. Neo then proceeds to start talking to everybody though they had a hard time considering she’s a mute. Neo then continues showing everyone kindness however other than Jaune no one else believed it.

Jaune started appreciating more and more. This caused her to start valuing him to the point it started to feel weird. She decided to tell Nora about but as Nora started understanding what she was feeling she was shocked, happy, and yet angry that Jaune was right.

Nora: (Damn it.) Well… Neo, what your feeling maybe has to do with… … love.

Neo: *turns red*

Nora: (Ruby is most definitely not going to want to hear this. Her pride wouldn’t be able to take it.)

#rwby #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #jaune arc #lie ren #nora valkyrie #penny polendina #cinder fall #rwby emerald #james ironwood #robyn hill #hazel rainart #neopolitan #jaune x neo #rwby silentknight #silent knight

[fission-mailure]

I mean, on the bright side, with the introduction of Time Fruits, the Fruits That Are Also Time, in the Ever After, RWBY does now have a way to reverse Jaune’s years of isolation. It’s not unreasonable to think that if there’s a fruit that reverses time for everything except the holder, then there’s also one that reverses time for the holder but not everyone else.

On the dim side, I’m pretty sure they won’t do that since the whole theme of this volume is ‘you cannot rid yourself of the bad things in your past, because they’re a part of who you are.’ Like -- Weiss can’t rid herself of Jacques, that’s a part of her; Blake can’t just get rid of her time in the White Fang and her feeling of being caught between two worlds, that’s a part of her; Ruby pawning off Summer’s emblem isn’t really a liberating moment of freeing herself from the shackles of the past, it’s presented as her carving off pieces of her identity.

And that’s ultimately the source of the conflict between the Cat and Jaune, right. To the Cat, it’s entirely reasonable that when the past catches up with you and you start to tire, that you just remove the baggage and refashion yourself into something new (even if, as he points out, your heart still remembers). To Jaune, that’s just dying, erasing who you were from the world.

So we’re still kind of in the position of ‘what happened to Jaune is irreversible’ because even if he does somehow magically get rewound, apart from being a betrayal of his own ethics, his experiences will still be there, engraved on him. Even the Cat admits that you can’t ever fully get rid of who you were. And we’re now seeing that actually, the damage to Jaune is worse than we previously thought. Because the Cat’s right, he’s not entirely sane anymore. His own story shows that: He willingly drank poison because he was terrified that he was somehow ruining Alyx’s story.

(Which also raises an interesting point for either Alyx or Lewis, whichever one of the siblings is the one who escaped. They wrote a story about their experiences, but cut out not just the bad parts, but an entire person, essentially trying to edit their own past, and now I’m even more sure that one of them is part of Salem’s inner circle. After all, Salem can sympathise with wanting to rewrite your past.)

#rwby #jaune arc #and if they are a part of salem's circle then actually lewis would probably make more sense #because her circle is chess themed #salem is the queen #watts the bishop #tyrian the knight #hazel the rook #cinder the pawn on her way to the end of the board to become a second queen #mercury emerald and leo are pawns #but sides in chess have two rooks knights and bishops of each colour #who better to be the second bishop than mathematician and religious scholar lewis carroll

[coffeecakecafe]

Lucy is the ever-important tech resources person for the Guardians - she builds Aerin’s shields and works with Riley to make everyone’s costumes! She relishes the puzzles that the Guardians have to solve because they’re often unique creative challenges.

Aerin - Riley - Wallace - Milo - Knox - Lucy

Lucy is actually on contract for the Huntsmen, a government-sponsored organization of monster hunters and magical problem solvers, for her day job. She creates a lot of their basic armor and gear and is relatively well-known on a local scale. She would be the most at risk for secret identity consequences, and so she depends on Riley's magic to shield her and her family from inquisitive eyes.

She doesn't use much magic herself, although she can do it on about the average expected level. Lucy mostly sees it used medically, with some magical support for her HRT. She generally prefers hands-on nonmagical solutions where she can get them, which is what drove her all the way to becoming a lead in her engineering fields.

Even without her own magic to wield, Lucy ends up stepping onto the Guardians team as the Blue Knight. She tricks out a motorcycle, constructs the very best body armor she possibly can, and builds herself a laser lance that can change shape into different kinds of weapons. She is by all accounts ready to kick ass and take names and possibly drive a motorcycle at a dragon.

Lucy and her lovely wife Mia have a four-year-old daughter, Hazel. They're a very cute family and host the group for weekend get-togethers every now and then, at their property on the outskirts of town. Lucy has a couple of workshops and storage buildings there, and her parents also live on the property. As the eldest member of the team, Lucy is the Guardian at the most stable point in her life and therefore the one that everyone tends to turn to when they have problems they don't want to talk to Aerin about.

#my art #my ocs #guardians of atlas #lucy valeant #blue knight goa #character reference sheet #ref sheet #original character #vcg #hazel was on the last sheet i did for lucy but she's not on this one #i need to at some point draw their lil family #cause they're cute and nice and i like them #mom friend energy but also she has Such a proclivity for swearing

[astroph1les]

this love [h.c] | chapter four

summary: after the events of last night, you’re living in bliss with hazel: sharing secret kisses and gentle touches. you and hazel try a few new things. when isabel catches the two of you, an unsettling realization comes into play.

pairing: hazel callahan x fem!reader

contains: a lot of affection, blushy adorable sapphics, smut — fingering (r! receiving), discussions about homophobia, inexperienced! reader, knight! hazel is forever going to be the death of me.

word count: 6.1K

a/n: first post of the new year! i’m so incredibly sorry for the delay for this guys. life has been so insanely weird lately and i missed writing my sweet girls <3 new year’s resolution to try and post a lot more for yall. enjoy my loves ♥︎

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Time is sacred.

You never paid attention to time until Hazel. It either froze or went by entirely too fast when you were with her. Especially now that your relationship with her was anything but professional. Yes, of course, you were both extremely careful with how you acted towards one another when Isabel or any of the guards were around. Keeping your distance but stealing longing glances until you rounded a corner where there wasn’t a soul in sight and kissed until you couldn’t breathe.

The first week of being with her like this was indescribable. You never knew you could experience this amount of happiness within yourself. Though it took a few days for you both to become comfortable with yourselves.

The first day was on edge. You awoke that next morning to Hazel’s perfectly sculpted face pressed into your velvety pillows to match your title as royalty. As you stared at her cupid's bow, an uncomfortable amount of guilt settled within you.

What would your mother think? What would Isabel think? What would the kingdom think if they found out the princess was in fact more different than they thought. That was you were a sapphic and would not want to be wed to a prince, but instead a woman that was a knight.

You were afraid. Heart-aching, soul-crushing, overwhelmingly afraid for the future.

But the moment Hazel opened her eyes and sent you a tired smile in your direction, you felt a wave of relief flush over you.

“Morning, princess,” Hazel spoke through a stretch and a yawn.

“Morning,” you reply shyly as you brushed your tousled hair out of your face.

“Are you okay?” Hazel hesitantly raised a hand to caress your puffy cheeks from your well-rested slumber.

You can’t help but lean your cheek into her warm yet slightly calloused palm.

“Yeah. I’m just thinking.” You respond truthfully to her question.

Hazel caressed the apple of your cheeks, watching as the beam from the windows highlighted the back of your head to reveal your frizzy hairs. A bright angelic halo of sorts.

“About last night?”

You nod as it was true but there was so much more. Your half-truths were weighing on your chest uncomfortably.

“What happens now?” You question as you’ve never experienced anything of the sort.

Hazel shakes her head as she continues to caress the side of your cheek.

“Let’s just stay in the moment. It’s gentle here with you, princess.” Hazel whispers with nothing but kindness in her voice.

You simply smile tiredly and inch yourself more into her if that was even possible. You could feel her abdomen pressing into your own through the thin material of her shirt. Your arms are close to your chest as she continues to caress your face with delicacy.

A beat passed before you heard a soft knock at your bedroom door. You sat up with a jolt at the noise, practically snapping your neck to look at Hazel who, too, had a panicked expression on her face.

“Who is it?” You call out as you run a hand over your frizzy bed hair.

“Isabel! Remember? You wanted to talk about Hazel this morning.?” Isabel’s confused and muffled voice flowed through the door.

No. You, in fact, had not remembered. You were too busy kissing and snuggling Hazel.

Hazel mouthed to you with a cocky smile on her face; “me?”

You silently shush her with a playful shove to her shoulder as you shake your head. Hazel placed a kiss on your shoulder as she chuckled quietly at your embarrassed flushed cheeks.

“Isabel, can you meet me in the dining room? I’m not… presentable at the moment.” You nervously laugh, fiddling with a loose strand on your elegant covers.

Another beat of deafening silence.

“Alright. How long will you be?” Isabel sounded extremely hesitant from behind the door.

Guilt settled in your gut. You were going to tell her eventually. Maybe. You weren't sure if it was worth the risk. Yes, Isabel had never once showed you any sort of aggression or hatred towards anything but you never knew how someone could be when you revealed that you were, in fact, a sapphic.

“Only ten minutes. I promise.” You assure her, glancing at Hazel who seemed a bit weary.

“I'll be in the dining room then,” Isabel borderline mumbles through the door.

Once you heard her footsteps recede past your bedroom and down the lengthy hallway, you let out a sigh of relief. One of your hands pressed over your rapid-beating heart to try and relax your anxious thoughts. Hazel was about to tease you about how you were going to be talking about her with Isabel but as soon as she noticed your shaking hands, it was no longer amusing.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Hazel’s voice whispers as she notices how hard your breathing became. Her hand gently caresses at the side of your face.

“I-I don’t know what I’m going to tell her, Hazel. She’d—“

“You don’t have to tell her anything if you don’t want to. She is not obligated to know, princess.” Hazel assured you.

You shook your head before replying; “she’s my friend. I trust her.”

“I understand. If you wish to tell her, that is okay with me but,” Hazel licked her lips as she paused her words to try and find the right ones. “Are you going to be okay with it? With any sort of reaction that could happen after you tell her; bad or good?”

Yes, for the good. No; for the bad. Your mind was flipping back and forth. You were about ninety percent certain that Isabel would be okay with you and you and Hazel’s relationship. That small percentage of the gut-wrenching possibility that she could despise you forever was holding you back from saying ‘yes’.

“I won't tell her. Yet, at least.” You said simply.

“And that’s okay.” Hazel’s gentle tone reassured your buzzing anxiety.

You nod slowly, a smile spreading onto your face. Hazel’s lips curled as well, leaning forward to kiss your cheek softly.

After reluctantly getting out of the bed, though Hazel’s lips were a painful temptation, you met up with Isabel in the dining room for breakfast. Linda and Nina cooked you and Isabel eggs with slices of bread on the side with a few choices of homemade jams from the fruits growing in the garden.

Hazel had to have been in the knights quarters by now as you kissed her goodbye before making your way to lie to your only friend. Isabel had already begun spreading the blueberry jam onto the wheat bread with an excited look on her face.

“What happened in the garden?” Isabel questioned.

“Um, well,” you start as you pick at your over-easy eggs to try and remember what you and Hazel had come up with, “we kind of got into an argument about why she was upset with me. We talked it out and now we’re all good. I think we’re closer now because of it.”

Yeah, her tongue in your mouth ‘close’.

Isabel nodded along before tilting her head with furrowed brows. “What exactly did you two talk about?”

“It was nothing really. We’re okay now is all that matters.” You emphasized to the honey haired beauty.

Isabel seemed to not really believe what you were saying and you were internally panicking and hoped that she would move on. Thankfully, she just nodded and continued to eat brunch with you. She moved on to tell you that she enjoyed seeing her family so much that she was hoping to be able to leave the palace on her own to stay with them for a few more days.

“Bel, oh my god. Of course,” your eyes soften at her beaming eyes.

God, it was eating at you how you could lie to someone as incredibly sweet as she was.

“Okay,” she said through giddy laughter as she took a bite of her slice of bread, “I’ll pack clothing for the trip after breakfast. Thank you so much.”

“What did I tell you about the ‘thank you’s?” You raised your eyebrows at her, pointing at her with a fork.

“I know, I know. I just…” Isabel sighed as she looked like she was stuck on her words. Her eyes were following all across your features and it caused you to mess with your flyaway hairs subconsciously.

“What?” You let out a soft chuckle, avoiding her eyes.

“You seem brighter today.” Isabel admits with a sweet smile.

Another stab to the heart. This really wasn’t going to be easy on you, was it?

A few days followed and you grew more and more comfortable with being this intimate with the charming knight. The kisses were heavier and the touches lingered for longer.

This beautiful morning, you forced yourself to get up from the safe space of the soft bed and got ready for the day. Hazel strangely enough kept her distance from you as you got ready on your own. Isabel was still in town with her family so the palace was eerily empty; other than the knights, of course.

You brushed it off as this was probably just as new to her as it was to you. Two women being intimate like this wasn’t unheard of but it was drastically shamed upon. The thought of the two of you being exposed to the public struck an inexplicable amount of fear through you.

As you slipped on the dress, you watched her through the mirror as she stood up from the bed. You tensed up as her hands reached out to carefully tug on the ropes of the corset in the back. You sucked in a deep breath Hazel’s fingers grazed against the bare skin of your back.

“Is this okay?” Hazel’s whispers.

You simply nod, a very obvious blush on your cheeks as she ties the corset portion off to secure the fabric onto your body. Hazel traces the stitching before retracting her hands to smile at you through the mirror.

“You are beautiful, princess.” Her tone was genuine as her eyes fell to the sage green material of your corset portion of your dress.

“You are a charmer, Hazel,” you reply, trying to hide how much that lifted your spirit.

Hazel chuckled at your deflection of her compliment as she already knew how you were.

“And you are stubborn.” Hazel leaned forward to place a feather-soft kiss onto the crook of your neck.

The gesture caused the faintest of gasps to leave your lips before turning around to face her fully. You were met with her deep blue eyes staring into your own, a glint that was unrecognizable in hers.

“Would you teach me how to fight?” You change the subject, somehow suddenly remembering that she was a trained knight.

Hazel’s eyes narrowed for a moment in thought as you lean forward to scrunch up your nose in her face. Hazel copied your actions which caused you to smile adoringly at her.

“I think you could already put up a good fight so…” Hazel cleared her throat and jerked her head towards your bedroom doors. “Let’s go and test that theory, princess.”

You couldn’t believe she agreed so quickly. You had no experience whatsoever in any other kind of combat. The only thing you knew how to expertly do was disassociate when your parents scolded you.

“Wait, really? You’ll teach me?” You beamed excitedly at her words.

“Of course. Whatever my princess wants,” her tone deepened ever so slightly that caused shivers to run down your spine.

Hazel motioned towards the bedroom doors with a small smile as you hadn’t responded to her comment. All you could do was reciprocate the smile as you followed behind Hazel as she tugged open the door for you. She stood to the side with perfect posture as you walked past her, a soft ‘thank you’ leaving your lips.

You haven’t gotten any new news on how your parents were doing or if they had even arrived in the new country yet. You didn't care as much as you should but there wasn’t an ounce of guilt within you. You haven’t enjoyed yourself in such a long time and it was all thanks to Hazel. Oh, and of course your parents' obsession with giving you away to some random prince.

“What do you want to learn first?” Hazel questions as she walks side by side with you as you make your way to the back of the palace. “There’s sword fighting, hand-to-hand, archery— well that’s considered hunting more than anything but a skill nonetheless.”

“Well, what do you think I could be good at?” You ask curiously.

Sometimes you hated how you couldn't be inside of Hazel’s mind to see what she thought of you. When she looked at you, it seemed a lot more gentle than saying your parents were too. It intrigued you more than anything.

Hazel looked over at you with a smug smile before shaking her head. Damn her private thoughts.

“What?” You press with her a confused chuckle.

“How about we start with hand to hand combat, princess, yeah?” She completely dodged your question.

You would’ve minded a lot more but the way she tilted her head when she spoke to you made your head cloud with desire. You blush and nod at her suggestion. You followed her to the training area designated for the knights just outside of their quarters, eyeing the wooden set up of the swords.

There were a few bow and arrows and targets that were carved into wooden boards. Bow and arrows were more for hunting as you were told by your mother and father.

“How do we start?” You question as you stare out at the open area of grass.

“Before we start, we have to discuss the one ground rule.” Hazel cleared her throat, turning to you with a more serious expression. “The second you feel any sort of uncomfort or fear, you tell me immediately. Do not hesitate. I mean it, princess. It’s my job to protect you and make sure you’re okay.”

“I thought the job my father gave you was to keep me in line because I’m ‘stubborn’.” You quip with a cheeky grin.

“Well, he hasn’t been wrong about that, has he?” Hazel’s eyebrows rose at you.

You remained silent as you knew she got you there. Your stubbornness was evident in this very moment.

“Now, tell me you’ll say if you don’t want to do this anymore. Even if it's mid-fight, you tell me.” Hazel’s eyes bore into your own, your face heating up from the intensity of her deep blue gaze.

You nod, biting back your cheeky attitude to show you were serious about this as well.

“No. Words, princess.” Hazel shook her head.

“Yes, I will tell you.” You suck in a deep breath as you straighten your back.

“Good.”

Was it normal to be aroused by a voice? You asked yourself as she gently yet sternly spoke to you. You felt like you were going insane by wanting to have her instruct you how to do anything and everything.

Now being early summer, beads of sweat were forming at your hairline. Your hair was already into a singular ponytail, being held back by a piece of ribbon that was the same color as your corset portion of your dress. Your everyday dress clung tightly to your body, the flowy sleeves sending a breeze to up your arms with every movement. Hazel had half of her short hair tied up, the look suiting her quite well. You were afraid you would be distracted and get accidentally punched in the face.

“Now, when in combat, a lot of the time your opponent will try to throw you off guard but it's usually some form of punch,” Hazel explained as she slowly circled you.

“Okay, how do I do that?” You turn your head to follow her body.

“Do what?” Hazel blinked.

“Throw a proper punch.” Your eyes are wide with curiosity.

Hazel stopped her circling right in front of you with a soft smile.

“Hold your fists up for me, princess. Like this.”

Hazel demonstrated what your stance should be. You imitate her position, holding your fists straight outwards. She shook her head at you before reaching forward to adjust your arms so that your elbows were bent.

“There we go.” Her voice is calm before she holds up her palms. “Now take a hit at my hand. I need to see how hard you—“

You throw your fist forward to her palm with all the strength you can muster as she is still talking to you. Hazel stops talking to wince at your blow, shaking her hand out to ease the sting that followed throughout her palm and wrist.

You gasp and cover your mouth with both of your hands, muttering out soft apologies quickly. Your own knuckles burned slightly but all you could think about was how you hurt Hazel.

Hazel then chuckled as she shook her head as well, still shaking her hand. “That was good, princess. You are a lot stronger than you look. Hit me again.”

You froze as you noticed her pale cheeks were now slightly flushed as her smile grew. You take position once again as you throw the punch again to her other open palm. Hazel was tense as she urged you to throw the punch again and again and again.

Each blow felt… like a relief. All the pent-up annoyance and anger that was towards your parents for the past 20 years were being let out at the moment.

“You know, you could’ve been a knight if not a princess,” Hazel spoke up as she was finally giving her palms a rest from your slight aggression.

Your chest was panting softly as you too needed a small break, tilting your head at Hazel. A proud smile settled on Hazel’s face which caused you to reciprocate with a tight-lipped grin.

“Really?” You shut one eye as the sun’s rays beamed onto your heated skin, slightly blinding you.

“With your strength, princess, absolutely.” Hazel leaned closer to you, leaning forward to kiss your cheek.

Your initial reaction was to look around for anyone but you were still within your own walls of the palace. Just you and her able to enjoy each other's touch. Once this realization settled in, you carefully placed your lips onto hers; a ghost of a kiss even. You tested the waters to see if she even wanted to kiss you when you were all sweaty and out in broad daylight.

Hazel chased yours when you tried to pull away, her hands settling on your waist. It was a careless idea. You wanted to be careless as long as you could feel her lips on you.

“What are you doing to me?” Hazel pulls away to ghost her nose over yours.

Her words were desperate, begging for you.

“Distracting my opponent.” You reply as you allow your palms to rest on hers that were on your waist. They slid up her arms to her biceps to grab onto the muscle lightly.

“You're a vixen, princess.” Hazel lets out a pained sigh before grabbing onto your waist tighter to lock her lips with yours.

The word echoed in your mind. You had only heard it a few times within the literature you read. A vixen was a fierce and sexually attractive woman. Hazel had just admitted that she had thought about you in a sexual manner.

You had merely read about arousing actions. It was rare to find intense and erotic scenes in the fiction you read but when you stumbled upon a few pages of it, you felt ashamed to be absorbing something like that. All of it was centered around a man and a woman.

“Do you want to go to the library?” You hum as you back up slowly from Hazel.

Her brows furrow at your suggestion, having not expected you to say ‘library’ of all places. Her demeanor switched as she knew the library was one of your favorite places in the palace; next to the garden and your bedroom.

“Are we done with practicing for the day?” Hazel questioned but she was taking gradual steps towards your backing away figure.

“I just want a little more… privacy, if that’s okay?”

Which had been code for ‘I want to devour you with no one around’. Hazel’s eyes eyed you up and down with only desire and admiration. Your panting chest and cheeky smile caused her to follow you without a doubt in her mind.

After all, you are her princess.

“You’re a little minx, you know that?” Hazel shook her head as she pointed at you with a smile just as giddy as your own.

You didn't deny her words but instead only continued to back away until you were speed-walking towards the library’s outside doors. Hazel was hot on your feet, a smitten chuckle leaving your lips as her hands chased after your waist. You let out soft giggles at her grip as you tug one of the door handles open to reveal the shelves of dusting books.

There in the far right, away from any big windows of sorts was a red velvet couch with gold lining. You eyed it curiously, waiting patiently for your knight. Hazel shut the door behind you as she peered out the window at the open field to make sure there was no one in the surrounding areas.

Once she made sure the two of you were okay, she turned to you who was already sitting on the couch waiting for her. You were sitting upright, staring up at her with wanting eyes.

“Can I ask you something, princess?” Hazel hummed as she traced a few spines of the books.

“Uh, yes?” You were confused but tilted your head to look at her side profile.

“Have you ever read erotica before?”

The question stunned you. Your eyes darted across the shelves in a panic as you in fact had read some hot erotica before. It had completely caught you by surprise the dirty words inked on the pages of some unknown romance novel. Yes, it was between a man and woman but the feeling it had given you ached in your lower regions.

“Only a few times, yes, but not many,” you admitted shyly.

“Is it arousing for you?” Hazel asked.

What is she leading up to?

Your nose scrunches up at the memory before replying with: “Not always. I feel the man gets a majority of the pleasure in most of them.”

Hazel merely hummed and nodded as you weren't wrong. However, it was painfully obvious as the ones who had read were in fact written by men. The pages were etched with descriptions of a man's ‘throbbing shaft’ and ‘reddening tip’ that had made your body cower in disgust.

“See, that’s the problem. There aren't many novels targeted for women.” Hazel now was inching over to you. You nod in agreement, still looking up at her with curious eyes. “The men usually treat the women like they’re nothing but a pretty face and something to control.”

”I’m pretty sure that’s most men in real life as well.” You add on, shaking your head.

Hazel now stood right in front of you, reaching a hand out to cup at your jaw gently. The motion made you freeze but allowed the touch with caution. Hazel’s rough thumb grazed over your lower lip, your breath hitching at the feeling.

“Will you let me make you feel good, princess?” Hazel’s voice was barely above a whisper, eyes locking with yours. “Show you what that should feel like?”

You almost responded with, ‘You already make me feel good’, but then you realized she meant like in the erotica: sexually.

“Yes.” You muttered in a trance, tilting your jaw up in hopes she would capture your lips in a kiss.

Just as you had hoped, she leaned downward to kiss you softly, both of her hands cupping the sides of your warmed face. Your palms slid down her arms as you allowed her to use her thumb to dig into your cheeks causing your mouth to open a bit. Her tongue swiped over your bottom one hungrily. The kisses only grew heavier as Hazel was now kneeling down to where you now had to lean yourself to chase her addicting lips.

Hazel pulled away for a moment to stare at your flushed face before attaching her lips to the underside of your jaw. You jump a little in surprise but the feeling of her sucking and tugging at your skin makes goosebumps rise and a wave of arousal flow through you. Your cunt pulsed needily in a way that’s never happened before.

“Hazel,” you whimpered as your hands were sliding up into the lower part of her makeshift half-up hair-do.

“You sound prettier than I ever could imagine, princess,” she mutters on the wet spot on your jaw, excitement rushing through her veins.

This caused you to smile shyly at the compliment, cheeks warming up. Hazel pulls away from the length of your jaw to admire how beautiful you are when you’re so desperate.

“How did you plan on making me feel good, my knight?” You question with a cheeky grin, using one of your hands to trace around her hairline.

But you never failed to make her just as desperate.

“Do you trust me?” Hazel took said hand into her own grasp, raising your hand to place ever so gentle kisses on your sore knuckles.

In a dazed, lust-driven state, you nod eagerly.

“Yes,” you whimpered out.

Hazel let go of your gentle hands to guide her own to the bottom of the skirt portion of your dress. You watch the charming knight with eager eyes to see what she is going to do. Her palms were pressing into the plush of your thighs underneath the skirt, the mystery of what she was planning on doing was driving you insane.

“You’ll tell me if you want me to stop and I will, okay?” Hazel’s warm palms were massaging the skin sensually, leaning down to kiss at your exposed knee.

“I don’t think I’ll want you to,” you admit with a soft chuckle as she kisses just a bit higher past your knee.

Hazel too chuckled but she shook her head: “Even so, you change your mind and you let me know immediately, princess. Okay?”

You nod and mutter an ‘okay’ back. Hazel sucked in a deep breath before inching her hands up to the waistband of the undergarments of your dress. Your breathing grew rapid as she began to tug the material down your thick thighs. Hazel watched your face for any sort of discomfort but you only appeared excited for what was to come.

You lifted your feet to allow her to remove them completely. It was an arousing thought to know you were bare for her underneath the skirt of the dress. You’d only ever worn them with your day-to-day dresses as you found them restricting but didn't want to risk accidentally revealing your bottom to the palace staff.

One of her hands tossed the white cotton shorts to the side as the other was at the crevice of your hip and thigh. Your eyes fluttered as her fingers teased on the outside of your aching lips. Your mouth fell open as she gently parted your legs, a breeze brushing past your wet pussy.

“Can I touch you here?” Hazel’s hands brushed past your pubic bone, just above where you were hoping she would touch the most.

“Please,” you breathed out, adjusting yourself to where you were more towards the edge of the couch.

Hazel hummed as she carefully dragged a single finger through your folds. You were practically dripping with arousal, the noise sending shivers down your spine. Hazel muttered a curse under her breath at the feeling of how warm you were. She switched to two fingers just teasing at your cunt. The obscene sound made her feel like she was the luckiest woman to exist to be touching you like this.

Hazel did something that almost made you moan out loud. She suddenly removed that hand from underneath your dress to take her glistening fingers into her mouth. The knight didn't hold back a moan at the taste, needing more of you. The moan causes your ego to boost to the highest extent and you whine at the loss of her attention.

“I could taste you forever,” Hazel groaned before leaning forward to kiss you passionately.

You whimper against her mouth as you get a hint of your arousal on her lips. It wasn’t as good as Hazel was making it out to be but it only made you wetter at the fact that she audibly moaned at the taste of your cunt.

Hazel’s hands pushed the clothing up your legs to rest right on your upper thighs to sneak one hand underneath the skirt. That same hand made its way to your aching core to slip her middle finger into you. You gasp softly, clenching down on her hand. The feeling was foreign but you strangely couldn't get enough of it.

“Does that feel okay, princess?” Hazel questions.

You hum to confirm with a nod of your head.

“Okay. I’m going to move now and you tell me if you want me to stop,” the blue-eyed knight informs you before placing a kiss on your cheek.

You can’t really focus on speaking at the moment. Hazel’s finger begins to pump slowly in and out of your pussy, the motion sending shocks right to your aching clit. This time the moan that leaves your mouth is loud, followed by a whine that you can’t even begin to describe as other than feral.

As Hazel’s arm began to move forward and back, you were gripping onto her toned shoulders as leverage. There was slight sweat forming at the base of your neck and spine. Before you knew it, your hips were rolling down onto the finger. Hazel encouraged you with soft kisses to your cheeks and jaw.

Hazel then slipped in her ring finger next to the middle inside of your warm walls, watching as your face contorted in pleasure. Your brows were furrowed and your jaw hadn’t picked up since she first touched your hip.

“How’s my princess doing?” Hazel pecked your lips.

“Feels so good.”

“Yeah?” Hazel grinned at you.

You nod, too focused on how amazing her fingers are working into you to smartly comment like you usually would. They curl against a spot inside of you that erupts the loudest moan you’ve ever made to echo inside the library’s walls. Hazel presses her lips to yours eagerly; to both quiet you and kiss you.

Your abdomen was tightening up as her pace quickened. It felt like you had to pee. Were you going to pee on her?

“Hazel, it feels tight right here.” You place a hand over your stomach, panting as you try to explain the strange feeling.

“It’s okay. I got you, princess. Let go and it’s going to feel so good. Just like I said I would make you feel,” Hazel rushed out as her free hand was now rubbing circles across your untouched clit.

You trusted her so you listened to her words and continued to enjoy the intense feeling. The sound of Hazel’s discreet moans only drew you on. You arched your back into her as your head grew fuzzy as an overwhelming amount of pleasure rushed from your lower back to the tips of your toes.

Hazel’s voice was all you could hear, pressing gentle kisses onto every piece of exposed skin. Your chest heaved up and down slowly as you rode your orgasm out. Her words were not clear yet as you were trying to process what had just happened.

“Princess, can you talk to me, please?” Hazel’s hands were sliding your undergarments up your legs for you as you were coming back down from your high.

“You— What was that?” You chuckle as you shake your head, gradually sitting yourself upright.

“A little trick we learned in knight training,” Hazel joked as she kissed your quivering thighs.

You weakly pushed her shoulder but then tugged at the fabric as a silent ‘come here’. Hazel got the hint and leaned down to take your plush lips onto hers. You slowly kissed her with gentle hands caressing at her neck.

Her hands were resting at your hips, humming in a state of bliss with you.

The door opened causing you and Hazel to remove your lips from one another quickly. You attempted to appear as casual as possible but it was no use. You heard a gasp that left from someone’s lips causing you to look up to see Isabel with eyes wide in shock.

“I’m back from… seeing my family. I’ll leave you be, princess.” Isabel tried to back out of the room but you were quick to call out for her.

She never calls you princess. You're more than just the ‘princess’ to her.

“Bel, wait, please don’t go.” You take a step forward, urgency in your voice.

Isabel held her head down and pretended to not hear you, briskly walking out of your bedroom and allowing the door to shut behind her. You looked over at Hazel in a panic, your chest rising and falling at a rapid pace.

“I have to go after her, Hazel.” You give her an apologetic look as you rush out of the room before you can even hear her response.

Isabel wasn’t down the hall as you expected but in fact, right outside the library’s door. She was nervously picking at her fingernails. Her eyes caught your own, widening at the sight of your nervous figure.

Neither of you spoke for a beat, eyes locked one another. You were frozen, afraid if you moved she would take off in a sprint to tell someone about what she saw you and Hazel were doing. The silence was deafening.

“So I guess that’s what you meant by closer,” Isabel finally spoke softly, clearing her throat as she tucked a flyaway back behind her ear.

Her words caused your brows to furrow until you looked at her to see her lips pursed into a smile.

“What?”: is all you’re able to reply with as you’re in shock.

“I always thought you had a liking towards her but definitely not that much of a liking,” Isabel joked once again.

Now, you were extremely confused. She was acting so normal about this. No snarky comments about how what you two were doing was unnatural or disgusting.

All you can do is reach forward to pull her into a hug. Isabel accepted the embrace with open arms as she allowed you to let out a soft cry against her shoulder. It’s been a while since you’ve shed genuine tears, especially around people. It was something that you had forced yourself to repress due to your fear of being seen as pathetic by your parents.

Every shout, every degrading comment, every lecture, every poke at you pricked at your tear ducts every time but you had forced yourself to hold back any sort of weakness. It would only lead to even more ridiculing.

“You don’t hate me?” You question through the sobs.

“You’re happy now. I could tell that day I left how much brighter you looked. That’s all I want for you,” Isabel pulled away to grab onto your hands lovingly, “she does make you happy, right?”

You let out a wet laugh, wiping your hot and damp cheeks with one hand.

“A scary amount.”

Isabel let out a soft laugh as well. Her face twisted into a serious expression, her face softening in a way that you’ve never seen before: fear.

“I am afraid for you two. If anyone in the palace finds out about your relationship, I can almost guarantee they will not be kind.” Isabel’s worried voice tells you and winces as she tells you something that shatters your heart: “I’m sorry to tell you this, too, but your parents are also coming home a month early. They should be here in two weeks. One of the knights that patrols the gates heard from a messenger. He informed me when I arrived back.”

You stare at Isabel not knowing what to say. You weren’t ecstatic. Why would you be? You and Hazel have barely shared a week together and now what could’ve been three months had shrunk to one.

Time is fleeting. Time is a new found enemy.

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[kachikirby]

(Collapses)

This took way longer than I thought it would. It's a drawing for a comm sheet.

#art of rikka #sd gundam gaiden #new testament sd gundam gaiden #saddrac knight saga #vassal duke strike freedom #valkyrie gundam hazel #sd gundam

[ciliria-art]

A doodle page

#art #artists on tumblr #digital art #procreate #fanart #oc #doodle #my art #hollow knight #hornet #deltarune #noelle holiday #snowgrave #madoka magica #sayaka miki #hazel #ghost #mushroom #traveler #ciliriaart

[bookish-bees]

that time hazel made a little cameo in gotham knights :)

#misha collins #gotham knights #hazel my beloved

[lollipencil]

Little Moon: Part 3

Here we go. I should note, outside of Inléroo, the rest of the rabbits will use their english names instead of lapine. This is because not all the characters had their lapine names revealed in the book, and to prevent confusion as to who is who. And for easier tagging.

Admittedly, most of this chapter is just introducing (almost) everyone, but it's necessary.

Enjoy and be gentle ---

"-roo? Can you hear me?"

The words had Marc stirring. The voice sounded concerned, and what were they calling him? "Inléroo, are you ok?" another voice came throught louder this time. Inléroo? Who was that?

Piece by piece, the world drifted into focus. Around him, close and staring, were rabbits.

And it hit him. "Yeah," Marc stated, "All good." Most of them looked unconvinced, but none more so than the second smallest. He stared like the fur and skin were see-through, and he could see who was in front. "Not Inléroo," he stated. Oh, he actually could see that. "What do you mean?" the larger rabbit with a matching fur colour turned to the small one. "He's not there. The Three Elil, one's awake."

The atmosphere shifted instantly. The huddle that had been around Marc shifted to hide the littlest ones from sight. "Look," Marc reassured, fighting the urge to gesture with his hands paws, "I'm just the one who woke up. He will come back. Can't say when, but he's still here." "He's telling the truth," the voice of the second smallest sounded hazy, "There's a warren, deep inside. Inléroo's sleeping there."

The huddle remained alert. "Besides," Marc threw out to see if it helped, "you all physically outnumber me. If I tried anything, you'd be easily able to stop me." "Not if you try it on Inléroo," A rabbit with a large tuff of fur on his head rasped. "That will not happen," Marc stated firmly, "I've been sharing my whole life. Sure, I only knew about one, but we adjusted. Because, whether we like it or not, we are all here. The way I see it, Inléroo is just someone new to make space for. Not the first time. Possibly not the last."

Each word was like pulling his own teeth. But it was worth it.

The shield of rabbits slowly parted, allowing the smaller rabbits to be visible again. The rabbit with the tuft of fur on his head hopped forward until he and Marc were almost nose to nose. "If you do harm Inléroo, we will find a way to harm you in turn," he stated plainly. "Good."

The rabbit looked at him long and hard, before backing off in acceptence. "So, you got names?" Marc asked. "...Bigwig," the fur-tuffed one grunted. "Fiver," the second smallest one stated before gesturing to the bigger one who resembles him, "and this is my brother Hazel." "I'm Blackberry," the second voice Marc had heard came from a rabbit with black-tipped ears. "And I am Dandelion," a pale, yellowy furred rabbit followed Blackberry.

"Hawkbit," came from a darker furred rabbit behind Hazel. "Silver," grunted an appropriately furred rabbit next to Bigwig. "I'm Pipkin," a small ball of fur hopped forward, before pointing out two thin rabbits towards the very back of their group, "that's Acorn, and his friend Speedwell. Behind you is Buckthorn." Buckthorn calmly met Marc's gaze when he looked back. "Hi," Marc shuffled his front paws in the grass, "I'm Marc."

"I always thought that men would have stranger names," Speedwell muttered to Acorn softly, although not quiet enough for Marc to not hear. But he chose to not say anything. "So, who do you guys do for food?" Marc tapped the ground lightly with a paw. They all stared at him blankly. Like he had just jumped on his hind legs and started doing backflips. Flicking between everyone, Marc's eyes settled on Fiver. He slowly bent down and chomped on some grass. "Oh, yeah," Marc suddenly remembered, "Right."

His muzzle twitched with an aborted smile. Hesitantly, Marc bit into the mound of grass right in front of him. Then grimaced and prayed that Steven would wake up soon.

#my fics #crossover fic #moon knight (2022) #watership down #hazel #marc spector #blackberry #fiver #bigwig #dandelion #hawkbit #sliver #pipkin #acorn #speedwell #buckthorn

[knight-parzival]

A blessing in the cathedral's darkness.

#world of darkness #wod #vampire the masquerade #vtm #vampire the masquerade bloodlines #vtmb #clan quest mod #hazel tomes #bishop vick #Knights by Night #Malkavian

[c-jay-s-head-canons-only]

The Ninth Jedi - Star Wars LEGENDS/RWBY AU! Idea

Margrave Juro

Ozpin (Human)

Ethan

Oscar Pine (Human)

Homen

Cardin Winchester (Silverback Wookie)

Lah Kara

Ruby Rose (Half-Zelosian)

Lah Gima

Taiyang Xiao Long (Human)

Roden

Rhodes (Epicanthix)

Niizo

Cinder Fall (Hapan)

Hen Jin

Tock (Barabel)

Hanbei

Arthur Watts (Cerean)

Toguro

Hazel Rainart (Jastus Farr’s Species)

AU! STAR WARS LEGENDS:

Cade Skywalker went missing after the One Sith attacked the Ossus Project, and nearly twenty years later, he has yet to be found found.

Many of his friends have gone missing as well, including Wolf Sazen and Shado Vao.

Darth Krayt has been slain at the hands of Darth Wyyrlok III

Darth Talon has also been slain, but her cause of death is currently undetermined

Maladi and Nihl have joined forces and created their own sect of Acolytes.

Oscar Pine is close friends with Weiss and her family, and was given some gifts by them before he answered the call.

Winter Schnee is a Knight of the Fel Empire, who defected, and passed her armour onto Weiss, who has it repurposed for Oscar.

Winter has kept her imperial lightsaber but intends to switch out the synthetic crystal for something different.

She has also constructed her own personal lightsaber, which is completely unique to her.

The Fel Empire has been rounding up lost and fallen jedi since the attack on the Ossus Project.

Taiyang tempers Pontites and forges synthetic crystals to utilise in his highly customised lightsabers.

Taiyang has also created his own lightsaber using pontite crystals, but this one requires further maintenance because natural crystals do not react well after artificial tempering.

Ruby has found a way to augment the crystals during the forging process into creating a superior blade.

Oscar is given Ozma’s personal lightsaber until Ruby arrives with the new ones, and after the Acolytes are defeated, he returns it to Ozma.

Margrave Ozma’s personal lightsaber has a blue blade, and it is powered by three natural crystals.

One Solari to widen the blade.

One Durindfire, which gives the blade a silver-sheen.

One Pontite that instills a calm in the wielder and others around.

The Acolytes who come to the Margrave's home are sworn to Darth Nihl and Maladi.

But have also sworn allegiance to a hidden Lord of the Sith calling herself Darth Bellum, who hails from the Old Republic.

Rhodes taught Cinder everything she knows.

#star wars legends #star wars visions #the ninth jedi #rwby #ruby rose #taiyang xiao long #oscar pines #cinder fall #professor ozpin #hazel rainart #arthur watts #cardin winchester #cade skywalker #the fel empire #imperial knight #winter schnee #imperial knight lightsaber #lightsaber crystal