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I'VE BEEN LAUGHING AT THIS IMAGE FOR THE PAST 10 MINUTES

(Anime George Washington, Miku Binder Thomas Jefferson, My Little Pony Theodore Roosevelt, Anime Abraham Lincoln)

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2. Blue Blood

Steel Heart

Summary: Lada attends a luncheon with the other Queenstrial girls.

Notes: none.

The next day Lada woke up late, being met with her mothers’ disappointed face. The day wasn't starting off well. Lada pulls herself out of bed, being reminded that there was going to be a luncheon with the ladies of Queenstrial and their mothers. She couldn't be more disappointed.

Lada dressed slowly, a Red maid sitting in the corner of her room waiting to be called on. She hates these luncheons, even though she should be used to them by now. Ever since she turned sixteen she had been pushed and pulled to all sorts of noble meetings. It became so tiring, and that was five years ago. Her clothing today was a simple, white shirt with purple buttons; sleeveless, as always. Sleeveless dresses and shirts helped to accentuate the muscle in her arms, which she had always shown rather proudly. Her pants flow at the ankles, the color being a deep mauve. Her maid helped thread purple flowers in small braids scattered around neatly brushed black hair. With the addition of a simple necklace Lada was ready to head out.

Lada steps outside of her room, greeted with her mother, wearing her house color of pale blue. Lada always forgot that her mother was a shiver, never usually seeing her fight or use her abilities at all. But she guessed it wasn't useful for her to show off ever since she left the war. Her mother had been a spy before retiring when Miya was born. She never usually talked about her life before her children, and Lada never asked.

The two walk to the Glass Terrace, never speaking a word to each other. Lada learned early that her mother didn't talk much, but her father more than made up for it. However, since Lada had discussed going off to the war, her father had stopped talking about old war stories, and she began to regret her decision. She didn't have time to think about it now as she and her mother had finally reached their destination, and they shared a look of understanding before parting to speak with different crowds of people.

Lada didn't have many ‘friends’ present today, but when her eyes ventured to Mareena she felt a sliver of hope rise up inside of her. The girl had no concept of the people sitting with her today, maybe she was the friend Lada needed. She was a clean slate, having lived in a Red village her whole life. Lada felt herself moving faster than she meant to, and she unnaturally slows down her pace, not wanting to scare off the girl she had her sights so eagerly set on. Lada notices Mareena was dressed quite similarly. Perhaps that could be something to bond over.

“Lady Mareena,” Lada says firmly, slowly bowing, although the height difference made it quite hard to do so. One thing Lada had noticed about Mareena was that she was very short, and although she was used to looking down at people, this was quite different. Mareena bows as well, although hers was slightly more forced. She probably wasn't used to it.

“Im Lada of House Glazastov,” Lada says carefully, analyzing every bit of Mareenas facial expression she could. She wasn't very good at reading people, but she could see the girl in front of her racking her brain. For what, Lada couldn't be sure.

“I wanted to say hello. We've obviously never met before so I thought it was only right to do it now,” Lada says, hoping for some sort of response this time. “That is very kind,” Mareena says slowly, almost robotically, “did you also compete in Queenstrial?”

“Of course, although I didn't make as much of a show as you or Evangeline,” Lada chose her words carefully, not wanting to seem disappointed or upset in fear that Mareena would get the wrong idea. Although she was sure Mareena didn't start off with a great opinion of other Queenstrial girls, Lada having witnessed Sonya Iral and Elane Haven walk away not long before she came over.

Lada and Mareena spoke a bit longer before being called off to sit down by Queen Elara. Lada always had an awkward feeling about the Queen, although she didn't like to admit it while sitting so close to the woman. Lada reunites with her mother, the woman sitting to her right. Everyone enjoyed wonderful food and Evangeline's boring conversation. Lada was happy when the luncheon was over, and she left quickly with her mother at her side.

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1. Crown

Steel Heart

Summary: Lada participates in Queenstrial, despite her lack of interest. However, she does meet someone interesting after the fact.

Notes: ugh, first chapter. I do not enjoy this or many of the other starting chapters very much, but I am sticking to my decision of no editing! Read chapter one of Steel Heart under the cut.

Lada has no intention of winning the crown, but she participates in Queenstrail nonetheless. If only to impress her parents. Not to mention, the princes were not the only eligible bachelors in the crowd. Lada’s eyes scan the crowd, looking for a future husband or perhaps a future lover to hide away. Her eyes barely lingered on whatever girl was showing off in the arena, never even glancing at the princes many girls seemed to be hopelessly in love with.

Lada had come to terms with the fact that she was never going to win Queenstrial. Her and her sister had determined that the winner would be Evangeline Samos. House Samos was noticeably favored by the royal family. Lada’s house was unfortunately not a fan favorite, which did lessen the anxiety surrounding her Queenstrial performance.

Lada’s eyes eventually found Princes Cal and Maven, but they didn't stay long. It was her turn to show off to everyone in the crowd.

Lada was stuck in a small waiting room with the other Queenstrial girls, watching the small screen on the opposite side of the room carefully. Evangeline was up, and Lada was ready to see how she was going to annoy her today. She watches the arena shift around the silver haired girl, making Lada very glad she wasn’t in there.

However Lada’s mood changes when she notices a red mass heading straight for the electric shield. A few younger girls in the room averted their eyes, but she kept watching, ready to see how the royals would cover this up. To her surprise the camera focused in on the red girl hurling straight to her doom. Lada bites her lip, extremely confused on why they would focus on this event. Her question is answered when the red girl doesn't fry on contact, instead surviving the shield.

The girl stood in front of Evangeline, the electrical shield having seemingly dissipated. Evangeline hurls metal at the distraction but as the red girl puts up her hands, sparks melted the metal in front of her, and the cameras cut out. Lada stays silent, watching the black screen in hopes of it coming back on again. She watches for as long as possible, until she is escorted out by sentinels.

“What do you think happened, I mean, with that red girl?” Miya askes Lada. The two were together in Lada’s room, sitting on her bed as they talk. “I wouldn't be surprised if she was never seen again, I just wonder how they are going to explain it away,” Lada shrugs, braiding a few strands of her hair absentmindedly.

“Well besides that,” Miya sighs dramatically as a way to switch topics, “did anybody in the crowd catch your eye? I know there were a few staring at you.” “Nobody really stood out,” Lada says, her eyes wandering from the hair between her fingers to her sister. “If I'm being completely honest, I'm not looking for anyone right now.”

“Why? You do realize you can get married and still have a life?” Miya says, staring at Lada with the look of a slightly disappointed mother. “Depends on the guy,” Lada shrugs again, undoing her braid if it means avoiding eye contact.

“There's still hope you can marry Cal, don't you like him? I'm sure he would let you go off and fight with him.” Miya suggests Lada quickly dismiss the idea with a laugh, “Are you kidding me, I have no chance. Evangeline has the royals wrapped around her finger, I'm sure she's their first choice,” Lada leans backwards, falling into her bed. “We'll find out tomorrow night what your fate is,” Miya says before leaving. Lada sighs as she closes her eyes, quickly embracing sleep.

Lada sits calmly with her family, talking idly while sipping on whatever alcohol was placed in front of her. Tonight she wears a dress covered in violet silk and shimmering gemstones. Her dress shimmers every time she moves, making pride swell up inside of her. Or perhaps that was just an effect of the alcohol.

Lada stops talking with her sister when the King starts speaking. Her eyes travel across the crowd to look at the King, but she catches something far more interesting. Ptolemus Samos is staring right at her. When their eyes met his eyes quickly moved to the King, and Lada scoffed to herself. She turned her attention to the King, who was someone of far more substance.

Lada doesn't stay focused for long however, quickly racking her mind for anything she could remember about Ptolemus Samos. She vaguely remembers a sparring match the two had a few years ago, but other than that the two had barely interacted. She certainly didn't have enough interaction to warrant his weird staring problem. She brushes it off as she focuses back on the King.

As Lada and Miya had expected, Evangeline Samos was going to marry Cal. However, what Lada and Miya had not expected was that the Red girl who had fallen into the electric shield was going to marry Maven. The Red girl was apparently Mareena Titanos, long lost daughter of deceased General Ethan Titanos.

Lada celebrated the newfound engagements with everyone else before going back to her food and drinks. Before she could calmly resume drinking the night away, her eyes met with Ptolemus Samos. His staring seemed to be a reoccurring problem. She allows a smirk to envelop her face before winking at him. She watches as he downs his drink before both of them return to their families.

Lada was attending a sort of after party. Her and plenty of other members of the High Houses were there, enjoying drinks and conversation as they continued to celebrate the winners of Queenstrail. Not like the winners were even there, the two girls having left with the royals a long time ago.

Lada had taken to chatting and dancing with many of the High House members, lords and ladies alike. But one person always seemed to catch her eye. Ptolemus Samos, the man who was staring at her earlier, was also there. He hadn’t looked at her since she caught him, she figured he was embarrassed and was avoiding her. However Lada didn’t take kindly to being ignored. She took another sip of her drink to give her some sort of boosted confidence and slowly began walking over to the man, who sat by himself at his family’s table. He had been abandoned throughout the night, the rest of his family leaving one by one except for a few cousins who were strewn about the hall.

Ptolemus seemed startled when Lada sat down next to him. She quickly sets her drink in front of her before turning to face him, holding her head in her hand. She let all notion of etiquette fall away as whatever she was drinking took over.

“Well hello there Samos-Ptolemus is it? Seems you and I have a lot to catch up on given your newfound staring problems,” Lada laughs dryly, noting Ptolemus effortlessly proving her point as he stares at her. Not that she could blame him. She had changed into a tighter evening gown, a more matured and shapely silhouette than what she had earlier. The dark purple easily complements her dark hair and pale blue eyes. The deep v in the neckline doing its job at drawing people's attention.

Ptolemus swallowed slowly and tore his eyes upwards to meet Lada’s. “I do apologize for my earlier behavior. I hope you can forgive me,” He stretches his hand towards hers, and Lada notices his smile widen as she places her hand in his. He places a gentle kiss on her hand before releasing it, and Lada curses herself as heat travels up her neck. She blames it on the alcohol.

“Well I suppose I could put it behind me,” Lada says quietly as she takes another sip, leaning in closer to test the waters. “But I must ask, what was it that you were staring at?” She notices Ptolemus almost shrink back into his seat. For all of the rumors about him, she did not expect him to be so taken aback by a little teasing.

“Well I’m sure you know the rumors of your beauty, I was simply seeing if they were true,” Ptolemus says quickly, sitting straighter in his seat. Lada watches him carefully, he seemed proud of covering himself so quickly, but she wasn’t done with him yet. “And are they?” She turns her eyes away from him and to the glass in front of her, quickly taking another sip, this time a larger one. He took a bit longer to respond this time, possibly thinking over how to say it poetically instead of like a school child.

“I cannot deny the rumors, but I was more enamored by your ability in the arena,” Ptolemus says, a false smirk covering his face. “Oh.. that,” Lada replies dryly, her face falling. “I mean it’s not every day you see someone as beautiful as you who is also a talented fighter.” He took a drink from his own glass, seemingly joining in the same method Lada had taken to. A little bit of alcohol to loosen up the stress.

Lada turns back to Ptolemus, setting her glass back down. “It’s just ages of training, nothing really amazing about that,” She laughs, resting her head on her hand again. “Not everyone can do what you do there, no matter how much training they have. It’s an admirable trait,” He smiles back at her, and Lada can't help but smile as well.

“I suppose you’re right,” Lada leans back into her chair. The conversation became oddly quiet, Lada watching as Ptolemus considered speaking again. Eventually Lada downs the rest of her drink and leans into him.

“Let’s dance.” Lada had been thinking over her choice for the last minute or so before deciding to let her confidence do the talking. She extends a hand to Ptolemus, but to her surprise he stands up, taking her with him. The song playing was slow, perfect for some imperfect slightly drunk waltzing. Ptolemus guides her into position, which Lada was glad for since she couldn’t muster up the brain power to do it herself.

Ptolemus leads her around to the beat of the music, allowing her some much deserved time to look him over, staring as he had done to her earlier. His silver hair almost long enough to reach his shoulders, which was something Lada was most definitely a fan of. He was just slightly taller than her, and she could feel the defined muscle under his clothes. Her eyes eventually made their way up to his dark gray ones again, and at that moment he flashed her a smirk which caused a silver flush to quickly envelop her cheeks.

Ptolemus and Lada danced together for a while, before Lada’s sister whisked her away. When the two were back at their palace apartment Miya immediately started asking questions. “So who was the handsome guy you were dancing with?” Miya follows Lada into her bedroom. “Ptolemus Samos, he’s been staring at me all day so I went over and talked to him. Then we danced for a while and that’s it,” Lada says, seemingly uninterested. Even though she was far more interested than she was letting on to her sister.

“That’s it? You danced with a very handsome man and that's it?” Miya huffs, clearly looking for something far more substantial. “Do you have a problem with that?” Lada smiles innocently, silently celebrating when her sister left the room. She collapses onto her bed, hoping that maybe Ptolemus and his rampant staring problem would visit her in her dreams.

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Steel Heart

Ptolemus Samos x Female Original Character (Lada Glazastov)

Summary: Lada is the second daughter of Lord Glazastov. She was never held to the same standards as her older sister, which meant that her life was far more flexible. When Lada runs into Ptolemus after Queenstrial, she learns just how flexible her life can be.

Content: violence and death (not described), slight slow burn, awful writing for the first half, irritating characters (canon typical), language, perchance sex (not described), will add more if needed

Notes: this fic is already posted! although not fully, on my ao3 account (AuroraAeri). I will be posting chapters here twice a week (Monday and Friday) until I catch up with the ao3 version. Also I will not be editing any older chapters, no matter how much I want to, so please excuse some strange decisions last summer me made. There will be some small canon divergence and obviously some spoilers so please take that into account. Hope you all enjoy Steel Heart!

Chapters:

1. Crown

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“I don’t want to kill you, Ptolemus. I don’t want to do this”

Another scene redrew, I’ve been rereading the series again, and between that and the new collectors addition being released next month, it has me Firmly by the throat

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Trying to write my fic I’ve abandoned since school started and I literally forgot how to do this like how

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Usually it’s video games instead of music but this is pretty much accurate hehe

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when someone comments on my fic I start peeling off my skin and jumping up and down

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showed my friend my oc’s lore and she described it as “all of the fantasy books ive read but better” and i

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why must a fanfic be ‘good’

is it not enough to see my blorbos, having Experiences

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Havik in mk1 is so fine i want to ***** ****** ************** ** ******

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oops

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ao3 writers staring at their inboxes 0.2 seconds after posting a new fic

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THEY BABYGIRLFIED THE MORTAL KOMBAT LIZARD