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sonnet57 · 3 years

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(TW; implied drug use, alcohol, mentions of sex)

Yelle is on top of the world. They’re on the Rombosa, which for all intents and purposes is theirs, Tectonya Karkovnya is still alive, and there’s enough booze on this airship to get her cross faded seven ways to Sunday. She’s already halfway there, blissful and unaware, the pressure and adrenaline from combat draining from her inch by inch.

She grabs a flute of champagne and whirls around, still feeling like the center of attention and looks for the one person who made her entrance that much more worth it. But Antiope, in her own body or that of a dragon, is nowhere to be seen. Neither is Sam, for that matter, and both Ostentatia and Katja are making phone calls, Zelda and Penny at their sides. Yelle is about to move towards them when she registers the sounds coming from her friendship bracelet.

Draconic. High pitched and keening. She can hear the other maidens laughing and then hears Antiope call out a seemingly sincere, “Watch!”

Yelle turns her wrist. She sees Antiope. She sees Michel Parnassus. She turns her wrist away. Bile rises in her throat, much like it did when Antiope spoke about Preston (thank the spirits that ship has sailed) and she wants to throw up.

For the first time since Penny made them, Yelle loosens the ties of the bracelet and pockets it in her dress, the disconnect from that piece of mirror and her wrist cutting off the sounds. She downs her glass of champagne and plucks a mushroom from her shoulder. This time, there’s no bliss.

Danielle wakes up pasted to the floor of the dais, the rest of the maidens milling around her. She groans, placing a hand on her head and slowly moves to sit up, instantly regretting the decision.

“Welcome back,” she hears Antiope say, her voice dry, “You might want some water first.”

“…time s’it?” Yelle asks, palm reaching out in hopes of a glass. One appears, a ringed hand tapping hers.

“About eight a.m. Drink that carefully. We need to talk.”

It’s still Antiope talking, and Danielle thinks she knows why. She doesn’t remember much, but there’s bits and pieces.

But she definitely remembers the sounds Antiope was making through the filter of her bracelet.

Yelle keeps her eyes closed as she sips the water, the fuzziness retreating from her head slightly, the pain receding in slow waves. When she opens her eyes, her vision isn’t swimming, and those bright sneakered feet stand in front of her.

“You ready to have a conversation?” Antiope asks, squatting to get into her field of vision. Her face is hard, her eyes searching Danielle’s face. Yelle doesn’t fully make eye contact, looking down to pick at her shorts. Huh, when did those come on?

“Danielle.”

Yelle nods and places her hands on the floor, pushing herself to kneeling and then to standing. She doesn’t look at Antiope. She doesn’t want to see what she looks like, the Midnight Huntress after her prey. She watches in her periphery as Antiope starts walking to one of the balconies, one cleared of all people. None of the other maidens follow. So it’s not a full intervention. This is a disappointed leader. Wonderful.

“You want to tell me why you were so out of your mind last night?” Antiope asks, leaning forward, hands braced against the railing and her shoulders hunched. Yelle places her back against it, curving in on herself.

She musters up her fake voice, throws up a loose peace sign and says, “Life of the party, L-Cab. Just keeping the vibes.”

“No, absolutely not. We’re not doing this. No ‘peace, love and light’ bullshit, Yelle. What was that? I’ve seen you tossed but not like that. Never like that.”

Yelle casts her eyes to the side, taking in the tension in Antiope’s shoulders. She’s worried. She’s angry. The truth sits behind Danielle’s lips but she forces herself to swallow it, crossing her arms over her chest. She shakes her head.

“Danielle. Look at me.”

There’s something soft in Antiope’s voice as she says it, and she sidles a bit closer, opening her stance. Danielle can feel the words crawling their way back up her throat, trails of fire in their wake.

She turns her head a little. The end of one of Antiope’s braids is frayed and Yelle nearly laughs to herself. What would Athena Jones say?

Danielle shakes her head again and says, “I can’t.”

“Can’t what?”

Yelle exhales and lets the words fall out, “I can’t look at you, Antiope. I don’t want to see...”

“See what? Me?”

And Antiope’s obliviousness just makes it worse. She’s so perceptive, but she can’t see what is right in front of her. So for the first time in her life, Yelle lets the bite speak for her.

“I don’t want to see what you look like after having been fucked by him, Antiope. Okay? I didn’t want to look last night, and I don’t want to look now. Happy?”

Wind whips up behind her, blowing her hair around her shoulders, and she hears Antiope’s breath catch. The leader turns, perpendicular to the railing now, and from her downcast eyes, Yelle can see one of her fists clench. Antiope’s arm betrays her as it wavers forward, reaching for Danielle.

Yelle instinctively moves away.

“Yelle, he didn’t hurt me.”

Danielle releases her stubbornness and whips her head around, “Don’t play dumb, Antiope Jones. It’s not a good look.”

“Excuse me?” Antiope snaps back, defensive.

Yelle looks at her, seeing everything she didn’t want to. One of Antiope’s braid had come completely undone. There were dark bruises on her neck and shoulders and she just looks different. She doesn’t look like her Antiope.

Her Antiope. Her Antiope fucked someone else last night. And Danielle doesn’t even have the right to be mad. She can’t stake a claim on someone without having confessed.

The words are nearly choking her. She takes a deep breath and squeezes her eyes shut.

“I’m going to say something and you have to promise you won’t think any differently about me. And I know I’m well on my way to the gutter with what I’ve already said.”

“Yelle, I never said I was angry or upset. You’re the one that snapped.”

“Don’t do that. You know how your voice changes when you’re upset and disappointed. But can you please make me that promise?”

Antiope pauses for a moment and inches closer, “I promise, Yelle.”

Danielle squeezes her eyes just a bit tighter, but forces herself to peel them open and look at Antiope as she speaks.

“I’m in love with you, Antiope. Have been for a while now. And last night… when you told us to watch you with him, Ant I— something in me snapped. And I know I have no right to be that upset but… it ate me alive.”

Antiope’s brown eyes soften and she takes that last step, fully inserting herself in Yelle’s personal space.

The damn has broken and Yelle can’t stop the words now. She looks down to see Antiope’s fingers twitch as she keeps speaking, “You make me feel so special, Ant, and last night for my entrance, the only eyes that mattered were yours. And yes, the rest of the party mattered too, but yours? Gods, they’ve always meant the most. And I’m so proud of you for facing that anger and fear, you have no idea, and—“

“Yelle,” Antiope starts, overwhelmed by Danielle’s babbling, “Yelle!”

Those twitching ranger’s hands move, one of them grasping Danielle’s, the other coming up to cup her face. The contact makes Yelle stop dead, words crashing into a pileup.

“I never thought you’d say anything.”

Danielle’s brain runs a marathon to catch up, and when it does, she can see the sincerity in Antiope’s eyes, can hear it in her voice. A rough thumb strokes lightly over Yelle’s cheekbone, and she practically melts. Her nerves hum and she wants to lean in, but she knows there’s more to be said, more to be done.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gotten so far last night. And I shouldn’t have snapped.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Antiope says, thumb still stroking, “If it were you, I… well, let’s leave that to the imagination.”

Yelle nods, knowing what that hunter’s mark and sharpshooter ability feels like. She blinks and leans into the hand on her cheek, “And as much as I really want to kiss you, Jones, I think we have a lot to talk through. Not just between us. I think I also need therapy.”

Antiope laughs, head leaning forward, forehead connecting to Yelle’s, “We all need therapy, Yelle. What else is new?”

They stay there for a moment, a light breeze ghosting over them. Yelle sways slightly, bottom lip brushing Antiope’s against her will.

The fearless leader laughs, “Maybe just a little one? It won’t hurt.”

Danielle nods, and Antiope closes that last little inch. Their lips press together, and there’s no heat behind it, just sweetness. A greeting. One that says I’ve been waiting on you for so long.

When they pull back, Yelle keeps her eyes closed, not wanting to break the moment. Antiope’s nose brushes hers before pulling away, only for her lips to press a kiss to Yelle’s forehead and stay there.

“I’m holding you to therapy this time,” Antiope says and Danielle just groans. She wraps her arms around Antiope’s waist and tucks herself under her chin.

It takes a moment, but if therapy is the price she has to pay for more of this? She’s more than willing to hand over that fee.

“Took you two long enough!” Ostentatia yells, a ring connecting with Danielle’s temple as the words hit her ear. “Make sure you bring that back, you bitch!”

“Not a second of peace with these Wallaces,” Antiope says, laughing.

“What are you saying about me?” Ostentatia calls back.

“Nothing! I love you.”

“I love you!”

Yelle and Antiope rejoin the rest of the maidens surrounded by a chorus of ‘I love you’s, finally dying down after about the fiftieth one.

Ostentatia looks between the two of them, down at their clasped hands, and then back up.

“Alright so are we all getting married or what?”

#corry writes #yellope #yelle barkstock #danielle barkstock #antiope jones #the seven #the seven spoilers #dimension 20 #d20 the seven #d20 t7 #Choo choo here comes the pain train #d20 works hard but yellope shippers work harder

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isit-allover · 3 years

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The Bad Kids immediately doing All The Drugs on Leviathan and Penny, Antiope, and Sam‘s primary goal of the Rombosa party being to find someone to bone are perfect representations of the D&D experience

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lovevalley45 · 3 years

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untitled ficlet #201

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The fighter classes she'd taken at Aguefort focused on strategy and tactics. It had been her dad's way, her grandpa's way, the Skullcleaver way. She didn't want to take them back - becoming a battlemaster wasn't something she'd ever regretted.

Though, sometimes she wondered.

Zelda was a barbarian, though she was taking fighter classes on the side. She had explained it to the group, and her fellow fighters in particular, that sometimes her rages weren't all that great. Katja had observed enough of her rages to know why she thought that.

But she still wondered.

The barbarian classes at Aguefort had a higher half-orc percentage than perhaps any other class. It made sense in a way, just like how elves seemed to fill the wizard classes. There was a natural-born talent for rage there. She had went in knowing what she wanted, and had barely glanced at the barbarian courses. Zelda didn't take them either, not in the same way as everyone else, but her boyfriend had good things to say about it.

She asked her sometimes, after she told them she was taking fighter classes, if it felt good to rage.

"It's nice to get it out sometimes," Zelda had told her. "Just, uh, better than keeping it all in all the time."

Katja merely wondered and sometimes asked, barely giving the idea any thought until they were on the Rombosa for that masquerade. She already felt hurt from her father's call just a few days ago, still constantly reeling from the abandonment of her mother, but Jana formerly-Cleaver had the gall to show her face. Well, her masked face. But it was enough, to see her again and be remembered of all that had happened to bring back the anger she tried to not let define her.

And she didn't have to wonder anymore.

#alli writes shit #the seven #d20 spoilers #katja cleaver #zelda donovan #simply i have many feelings and i am always in love with rekha’s character choices

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im-still-figuring-me-out · 3 years

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sonnet57 · 3 years

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‘Cause darling, it was good never looking down. And right there where we stood was holy ground.

After everything is over, the Jester no longer controlling bloppelganer’s around the Rombosa, and Tectonya outright demanding the festivities continue, Yelle’s eyes find Antiope’s. Eyes that are slowly slipping closed on a wavering body. With the vestiges of fly, Danielle crosses the dance floor, catching Antiope’s before she hits the ground.

“Shit, Ostentatia!” she yells, motioning to their cleric, “Hang on, L-Cab. You’re not dying on me.” Me, not us. You’re not dying on me.

Antiope coughs under her, grabbing her hands and placing them on either side of her wound, “Wouldn’t dream of it, bloom. Push hard.”

Danielle does as she’s told, holding Antiope together as Ostentatia comes over to them. Their cleric kneels over their leader, holding her hands out and chanting under her breath. Antiope grunts and holds tight to Yelle’s hand.

Everything in Danielle’s mind screams for her to lose her composure and hold Antiope closer. She called me bloom.

As Antiope’s nails break her skin and the wound sutures itself closed under Ostentatia’s hands, Yelle’s leans forward and presses her forehead to Antiope’s, “You’re alright, huntress. You’ve had worse.”

Antiope laughs lightly, and Ostentatia looks up at them. Her palms glow brighter for just a moment, and the sound of a hammer hitting an anvil rings out. Antiope sighs in relief, her eyes refocusing.

“Holy shit,” she gasps, loosening her grip on Yelle but not pulling away, “Ow.”

“Ow?” Yelle parrots, pulling back from Antiope slightly, “That’s all you have to say for yourself?”

“Oh, hush,” Antiope says, sitting up, still not letting go of Yelle’s hand, “It’s not my fault my boss turned out to be evil and stabbed me in the back. By the way, I’m pretty sure that’s out the window. I’m in.”

Ostentatia, who has been looking furtively between the two of them, locks eyes with Antiope, her lip quivering.

“Oh, okay, we’re doing this again?” Antiope reluctantly let’s go of Yelle’s hand and catches Ostentatia as she sobs. Danielle leans back slightly, but keeps a hand on Antiope’s knee.

“I love you!” Ostentatia sobs, “I thought you were gonna die.”

“Okay. We’re okay.” Antiope says it over Ostentatia’s shoulder, connecting directly with Yelle’s watery eyes. Yelle nods back.

Using her newfound telepathy, she links with Antiope, “Are you ready, huntress?”

Antiope blinks for a second, realizing Yelle is inside her head, but then she smiles, “Whenever you are, bloom.”

Yelle remembers the last time they had this conversation, about when to tell them.

“It’s going to have to be soon,” Antiope had said, tracing nonsense circles into Yelle’s back as they laid in the soft grass under Holly, “They’re not dumb.”

Danielle had agreed. But then Arthur Aguefort came along and tried to split them up and then the GED quest… It slipped their minds.

“What did you guys do to Ostentatia?” Sam asks, walking over, “Whoa, is she crying?”

Ostentatia lifts herself out of Antiope’s arms and wipes her eyes, “No, shut up.”

Sam snickers for a moment and covers if with a cough. Antiope tries to hide a smile as well, looking at Ostentatia with an eyebrow raised.

Ostentatia shakes her head a bit before saying, “Okay fine, yes, I was crying, but we’re not talking about me. You two wanna uh… share something with the class?”

Antiope clears her throat and simply reaches over to take Yelle’s hand. Yelle weaves her fingers through Antiope’s and just looks down at them.

Sam cocks her head and just goes, “Oh yeah, that makes sense.”

Katja, from up on the dais still, calls out, “Get it!”

Antiope throws her head back and laughs, and Danielle can feel something in her uncoil at her friends knowing.

Zelda walks over as well, rearranging her hair to lay over her eye again, “I saw Penny wander off with Lysander, so you’ll have to tell her, but,” she laughs awkwardly and rubs her neck, “I’m happy for you guys.”

Yelle looks at Antiope, catches her in profile. She’s there, passed near death, and Danielle has never felt more herself, has never felt more in love.

“I have an idea,” she says, pulling herself and Antiope up to standing, “You cool with fly, huntress?”

Antiope shakes her head in confusion for second and looks around, “Hang on, shouldn’t we like, regroup?”

Sam shakes her head and waves a hand, “No, you guys go do your gross couple stuff, I’m gonna go make out with a billionaire.” She turns to leave, her hair rippling behind her.

“There are no hot billionaires!” Yelle calls after her.

“That’s what you think!”

“Actually that’s not a bad idea,” Ostentatia says, jerking her thumb after Sam before turning.

Zelda stands there for a second, looking after the other two. “I’m not going to make out with a billionaire, I’m gonna go call my boyfriend.”

And the two of them are left by themselves.

“So. Fly?” Antiope asks, cocking an eyebrow.

“Yeah. You’re cool with it?”

“With you? Always.”

Yelle smiles and moves her hands to hold Antiope’s waist and bears the two of them aloft. Wind whips around them as they soar above the deck of the Rombosa. The music from the band barely reaches them up here, but the melody is soft as Yelle looks at Antiope.

“Dance with me, huntress?”

Antiope laughs, her eyes going ever so soft, “Of course, bloom.”

Tonight, I’m gonna dance for all that we’ve been through, but I don’t wanna dance, unless I’m dancing with you.

They hold each other close and sway in the air, Antiope’s arms coming to settle on Yelle’s shoulders.

“What’s this about, then?” Antiope asks, leaning her forehead down against Yelle’s.

Yelle smiles, shaking her head, “Nothing in particular. I’m just grateful for you.”

“Ugh, gross,” Antiope says sarcastically, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to Danielle’s lips.

Danielle, feeling bold, carefully sweeps her foot through Antiope’s, dipping her in mid air.

“Show off,” Antiope laughs.

I don’t wanna dance, unless I’m dancing with you.

#corry writes #the seven #dimension 20 #d20 t7 #yellope #d20 works hard but yellope shippers work harder #aabria if you see this no you didn’t

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