Secret Identity
Pyrrha: *dressed as the Red Huntress and carrying her son on her shoulder in his little Grimm costume* This has been such a lovely Halloween!
Arkos son: *exhausted on his mother’s shoulder* 😴
Jaune: *dressed as the Huntsman and holding Arkos daughter’s hand as she scampers ahead, dressed as an Atlas robot* Sure has! Though I wish I had more hands to help carry the candy!
Pyrrha: *adjusts sleeping toddler* My favorite part is that nobody recognizes me in my costume, so we don’t have to deal with fans or cameras! Just a nice, quiet night with my family! 😊
Jaune: *following his excited daughter to the next house* Are you sure it’s not the dark chocolate you got to keep since nobody else wants it? 😏
Pyrrha: Hush, you…! *nudges his shoulder*
Pyrrha: …I just wish I could escape the spotlight like this more than once a year! Tomorrow I have to go back to people annoying me about the combat tournaments! 😩
Arkos daughter: *squirming as Jaune fixes her costume* Why don’t you wear your costume to work, mommy?
Pyrrha: Well…
Pyrrha: 🤔
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Lisa Lavender: …and finally, Pyrrha Nikos, the Argus star athlete and renowned combat champion, announced today that she will be retiring from tournaments to spend more time with her family.
Pyrrha: *posing for camera shot* 👋🙂
Lisa Lavender: In other news, a mysterious, masked red-head known only as “The Red Huntress” has stormed her way to the top rank of several inter-kingdom championship combat tournaments! Her incredible skill and the mystery of her identity has electrified fans everywhere, and some are speculating that she could be “the next Pyrrha Nikos!”
Pyrrha: *in the exact same pose, wearing her Red Huntress costume* 👋🥸
Happy Halloween, y’all!
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Dumb Ref
Kate Martin x Reader (I write soccer fics... don't come at me if it sucks please🙏)
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"REF!" you yelled, tossing your hands up from your spot on the ground. "ARE YOU GONNA CALL THE FOUL OR NAH?"
The ref turned her head back in annoyance as play continued on. "Just because you keep falling over doesn't mean it's a foul, Y/L/N!"
A growl rumbled in the back of your throat. You shot to your feet, smacking the ball away as it left the LSU player's hand. "RAAHHH!"
You chucked the ball to Caitlin who made an easy layup, rolling your eyes at the way the Iowa bench was unsuccessfully trying to stifle their laughter.
As you ran back, the player you were defending mistakenly stuck out her foot ever-so-slightly, and, to your aggravation, you tripped.
"REEEEEF!" you yelled, practically shattering everyone's eardrums to the point all the courtside microphones picked it up. "SHE FLIPPIN' TRIPPED ME! CALL THE FOUL, GODDAMNIT!"
The ref blew her whistle, glaring at you before touching her right hand to her right shoulder and letting her arm fall to her side.
Your jaw dropped as you scrambled to your feet. "HOW IS THAT A FLOP?! ARE YOU DUMB?"
You were tackled to the floor before you could even take a step. "SYDNEY! GET OFFA ME YOU FU—"
A hand was slapped over your mouth.
"Don't!" Kate scolded, your girlfriend's hand remaining strong. "Don't say it."
Sydney only let you up once you stopped squirming, a look of utter annoyance on your face. "I hate all of you. Literally every single one of you."
As play started up again, you became more aggressive, throwing more shoulder into it than you had earlier on in the game, getting more steals, blocking more shots. And of course, that was when the ref started paying attention.
You had slightly knocked Angel Reese with your shoulder, successfully stealing the ball after a double team with Caitlin, when the ref had decided she didn't like that and blown the whistle.
You backflipped, chucking the ball to Narnia, fists clenched as you stalked over to the dumb woman wearing black and white stripes. "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING M— YOU CAN'T EJECT ME FOR THAT YOU BI—" you stopped short when you spotted Kate giving you the I'm-not-mad,-just-disappointed girlfriend look. "YOU BIIIIII... you biii... YOU BIRD! THIS IS ONLY MY FOURTH PERSONAL! LEARN TO COUNT!"
You could hear Coach Bluder facepalm behind you.
"No," the ref scoffed. "One on Reese in the first quarter, one on Johnson in the second, and two on Poa and another one on Reese this quarter."
"Yeah! That's four!" You snapped, counting on your fingers. "Reese, Johnson, Poa, Ree—"
You stopped short. "Reese, Reese, Johnson, Poa, Poa—wait—"
Kate held in a laugh, grabbing you by the shoulders and pushing you gently off the court since you were still busy trying to count. "Come on, baby, off you go."
You blinked rapidly as Coach Bluder took Kate's place, guiding you to the bench with an amused but equally unamused sigh. "Sit down, Y/N."
As soon as she returned to her previous spot on the sidelines, you snapped out of it. "Dumb ref!"
Her head snapped back like a slingshot. "What did you say?"
You jumped to your feet, ready to deck her, only for Molly to deck you, lightly but effectively kicking you in the back of the knee with her foot. You practically crumpled, nearly hitting your head on the back of your seat had it not been for one of your other teammates sticking their hand out. "Ow!"
"Sit your ass down," Molly scolded. "Stop antagonizing her!"
"She's antagonizing me!" You whined, holding the back of your knee as you hauled yourself up onto your chair. "She's the one being a—"
"HEY!" Kate shouted from half court, hands in her hips as LSU prepared to dribble down the court. "NOT ANOTHER WORD, MISSY, OR YOU CAN COOK YOUR OWN DINNER FOR THE NEXT WEEK!"
You jolted, sitting up ramrod straight, frantically shaking your head at the threat.
Kylie snorted. "Really? That's all it took for you to shut up? Your girlfriend yelling at you?"
You scowled, but said nothing.
"You're so whipped."
"I am not whipped!" You screeched, shoving her off her seat before standing on yours and preparing to perform an elbow drop.
"HEY! STOP THAT!" Kate's voice was so commanding that everybody on the court froze momentarily. "KYLIE! Y/N! BEHAVE!"
You both scrambled to return to your seats, staring straight ahead with matching looks of terror on your faces.
Kate shook her head as everyone on the court snapped back into action. "LITERAL CHILDREN!"
You stuck out your tongue.
"SEE?"
I should stick to soccer fics
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