#AD 1122

[vox-anglosphere]

Location, location.. St Michael's Church perched high over Dartmoor

[twistedswd]

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[illustratus]

The Varangian Guard defeats the Pechenegs at the Battle of Beroia 1122 AD

by Giuseppe Rava

[newtthetranswriter]

Music can be relaxing... most of the time

Word Count: 1122

Paring: Kuroo x gn! Reader (it’s not super important part of the fic just felt like adding it)

Summary: The bus ride to the summer training camp was more chaotic knowing that Karasuno was going to be joining this year. After Kuroo’s failings to calm everyone y/n has a genius idea, only for Lev to fuck it up with his choice of music

Warning: Cursing

A/n: All imma say is I said what I said. Feel free to take it up with management, oh wait I’m management. Anyway enjoy or don’t, but as always remember to hydrate or diedrate.

    It was finally time for the week-long summer training camp with the rest of the Fukurodani Academy group, so it was time for Nekoma’s volleyball team to begin the bus ride to Shinzen. Normally it was a quiet trip but with the excitement of Karasuno joining this year's camp, the boy’s had decided to goof off for the majority of the trip.

    There had been a few attempts from Kuroo to get the rambunctious group to sit down and shut up, but after being ignored every time, the captain gave up. Seeing their boyfriend’s annoyed face at their younger classmen’s energy, Y/n tried to think of a way to calm the group without and convince them to conserve their energy for the upcoming practice matches. Remembering that listening to music typically helps people relax, Y/n quickly pulled out their phone and set up a new Spotify playlist.

    After adding a few songs and putting in the description that each member of the team was to add three songs, Y/n sent a mass invite to boys. Upon hearing the chorus of phones buzzing and checking his own, Kuroo looked at Y/n slightly confused. “Why did you send a playlist in the team chat?” He asked, curious as to what their plan was.

   Looking around and seeing that the whole team had stopped goofing off and were all looking to their manager as if asking the same question. “Music can help people relax, so I figured if we all contributed a few songs to this playlist we could all listen to it and save our energy for the training camp.” They explained, earning a few nods and sounds of agreement. After about two minutes everyone made it known that they had made their contributions. Y/n then hooked their phone up to the small speaker Kenma had brought with him, and hit shuffle on the playlist, letting the bus fill the sounds of each player's favorite music.

   As time passed it was clear that Y/n’s plan had worked well. Half the team had passed out, while the other half were just scrolling on their phones quietly. Kuroo took a moment to lean closer to Y/n and whisper quietly to them. “Thank you, I thought I was gonna have to help Yaku hide Lev’s body for a moment there.”

   Y/n just chuckled. “No problem, it’s my job as your guys' manager to make sure no murders happen while traveling. Now you should—” Before Y/n could finish their next sentence a very familiar song started playing over the speaker, and it wasn’t one Y/n was fond of. “Ok who the hell put Taylor fucking Swift in the playlist?” Y/n had turned to look down the bus’s aisle to look at the group of boys.

   Everyone who was still awake remained silent before Kenma pointed at the lanky first year who was asleep against the window across from him. Almost as if sensing all eyes on him Lev jolted awake. “Why is everyone staring at me?” He asked groggily while looking around.

   The first to break the silence was Yaku. “You messed up big time buddy, I hope it was worth it.” The short third year said, patting Lev’s shoulder over the seat. Lev just looked at his upperclassmen confused. Figuring Lev was not going to figure it out on his own, Yaku pointed towards the front of the bus where Y/n was still leaning into the aisle. “You pissed off the manager.” It was a simple sentence but as soon as Lev made eye contact with Y/n, he understood how fucked he was.

   “But wait what did I do? I fell asleep after the music started.” He asked, hoping to find a way out of his impending doom.

   The people who had previously been asleep had also woken up as it was silent on the bus except for the sound of the bus moving. They were confused at first until they heard their normally calm manager let out an exasperated sigh, before speaking. “The number one rule for any playlist I have is absolutely no Taylor Swift. I will not budge on it ever, her music is trash and she is overrated. If you want to listen to her go ahead but it better be with headphones and I better not hear it.” Y/n explained, their voice sounded calm but the look in their eyes said on wrong move and Lev’s body would need to be hidden.

   “Okay but I thought she was like an Bi icon or something, and aren’t you also bi? I thought you would like her.” Lev clearly misread the look on Y/n’s face, and thought there was any room to argue.

   “Lev you are a newer member of the team but I kindly have to remind you never tell me that taylor fucking swift is bi icon again. That is one of the straightest cis women I have ever seen and any one who thinks otherwise needs their eyes checked. AND also I’m not bi, I’m queer which is different and if I was why would that mean I like her trashy music. She’s a sell out and the picture of capitalistic greed.” Y/n answered, before Lev had a chance to respond Y/n faced forward signaling the end of the discussion. 

   After taking a moment to process what was just said to him Lev looked to his teammates for anysort of clarification they could give him about what happened. “I know that look and the only answer is to never bring up Taylor Swift in Y/n’s presence again or they may actually kill you.” It was Yamamoto who answered Lev’s unspoken question.

   “Tora if I hear that name one more time I will not hesitate to shave off that stupidass mohawk.” Y/n said before starting the music again, having checked the playlist for any of the cursed music.

   Yamamoto just silently nodded before going back to looking at his phone. The rest of the team followed suit knowing that any further chaos would likely cause the Captain and Manager duo to actually murder the whole team before they even reached the training camp. Lev looked around one last time before figuring out what the rest of the team already knew, don’t piss off Y/n because they are scarier than Kuroo and Yaku combined.

   Kuroo on the other hand just chuckled to himself, placing a kiss on his partner’s forehead. “I thought you were supposed to prevent murders, not threaten to commit them.” He just received an eye roll as the two silently agreed to relax for the rest of the bus ride.

[simdertalia]

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[yujo-nishimura]

Whispers of the Desert Kingdom - Part 5

Warning: Sir Crocodile x fem reader, English is not my native language, not proof-read, age gap - forced marriage, a little bit of fluff, a little bit of angst

words: 1122 - a bit longer this time, since it is the weekend ;)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9

The day had finally arrived. Two weeks had passed since your father, the king, had revealed that you were to be married to Sir Crocodile. The time had slipped away like a hazy dream, leaving you in a state of disbelief. Each day, servants and maids had entered your room to dress you in various gowns, experiment with different hairstyles, and apply a myriad of makeup styles. Congratulations poured in from all corners of the world, with floral arrangements arriving as celebratory gifts. Even Vivi, your dear sister, had sent a heartfelt message, expressing her well-wishes and apologizing for her inability to attend the ceremony. The world seemed to be in motion, preparing for the momentous event, while you remained caught between anticipation and a lingering sense of uncertainty. 

Standing in front of the grand entrance to the main hall of Alubarnas church, you were kept at a safe distance from the cheering crowd by the palace's guards. Your heart raced, hidden beneath the layers of your long white gown and the veil that covered your face. The anticipation had been building since morning, and you hadn't seen Crocodile throughout the two weeks leading up to the wedding. As an arranged marriage, you were uncertain of his feelings, but you held onto the hope that love would blossom between you and him with time.

The doors to the church swung open, and your father, dressed in his finest attire, guided you on his arm inside the hall. Diplomats and guests from across the world had gathered to witness and celebrate this momentous occasion. High-ranking marine admirals and even infamous warlords graced the wedding with their presence, their faces mere shapes behind the delicate layers of your veil. Nervousness gripped you, the fear of tripping over your long dress mingling with the excitement and anticipation of meeting your future husband.

As you cautiously lifted your head, the fine layers of your veil allowed you to catch a glimpse of Crocodile standing at the end of the aisle. He was dressed in a beautifully tailored tuxedo, accentuating his tall and muscular stature. A bow tie and an onyx-shaped pocket square, matching the color of your hydrangea bouquet, added an elegant touch to his ensemble. Though you had little say in the wedding details, you had insisted on these purple and blue flowers since they had been your favorite since childhood.

Your ivory satin dress exuded luxury, its soft and lustrous sheen captivating those who laid eyes upon it. The classic A-line silhouette flattered your figure, while delicate lace appliqués adorned the bodice, infusing the design with romance and femininity. You knew you looked stunning as you took slow steps toward Crocodile, still avoiding his gaze. In that moment, you heard him gasp, and your father nodded in approval before stepping down from the podium. Left standing alone in front of the man you deeply adored, unable to meet his eyes, you felt vulnerable and overwhelmed with emotion.

The music ceased, and a hushed silence settled over the hall, awash with anticipation. The priest began his sermon about love and unity, but your mind struggled to focus. Dizziness clouded your thoughts, making you tremble and feel faint. You almost felt sick to your stomach, you never would have thought that one day you would stand here, with your fathers approval marrying a warlord of the sea. Lifting your head cautiously, you sought a reaction from Crocodile, but his gaze remained fixed on the priest, his expression as indifferent as ever. It dawned on you that he did not love you, and perhaps he never would. This arrangement was likely for his own benefit, not for the sake of love. However, you found solace in knowing that this union could still bring you the happiness you had yearned for—being with the man you deeply loved and making your father proud. There was nothing inherently wrong with that.

The priest's words interrupted your thoughts. "And you, Princess Y/n, do you promise to love, honor, and cherish Crocodile, in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, as long as you both shall live?"

Your voice quivered, but you managed to utter a faint, "I will."

Crocodile's deep voice followed suit, breaking through the silence. "I will."

The priest continued his sermon, and you suddenly felt the warmth of Crocodile's hand enveloping your own gloved hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. Surprised, you looked up, your face flushed. He had noticed your nervousness. A smile played upon his lips as he directly gazed at you through the veil. It was the second time he had acknowledged you, and your heart skipped a beat, filled with hope and anticipation.

He retained his hold on your hand as a young servant presented the wedding ring and he gently slid the ring on your finger. 

"May these vows be a guiding light in your marriage, anchoring you in times of joy and serving as a reminder of your enduring love in times of hardship," the priest concluded.

Crocodile released your hand momentarily, only to raise his own, gracefully concealing the golden hook next to his tuxedo. Without hesitation, he delicately lifted your veil, his movements precise and confident. Finally, you saw him without the veil—his black hair slicked back, his dark purple eyes gleaming in the soft candlelight of the church. A gentle smile adorned his lips, and you were so close that you could catch the familiar scent of sandalwood and the faint trace of cigar smoke. A warmth emanated from your stomach as he leaned in, drawing nearer to you.

"And now," the priest proclaimed, "you may kiss the bride!"

In that fleeting moment, you heard Crocodile's whispered words, "You are mine now!" carrying both the weight of a promise and the undercurrent of a subtle threat. The touch of his mouth against yours overwhelmed your senses, sending shivers down your spine. In that passionate embrace, time seemed to stand still, and the world around you faded into insignificance. However, the guests in the hall erupted into applause, their joyous cheers filling the air and dragging you back into reality. The dual nature of Crocodile's words lingered in your mind as he already broke the kiss and his expression returned to its usual indifference. The nervousness from earlier had mixed now with fear and anticipation. Could it be that he would surpass your wildest dreams, exceeding every expectation you had ever held? In this moment as he gently lifted you, carrying you out of the church under the cheers and applause of the audience you were ready to accept whatever would lie ahead for you. Even if this man would mean your ruin.

[azucar-skull]

Get Used To It

(written for @tmnt-write-fight for @13runningsomething)

Fandom: 2012 TMNT

Prompt: 2012 leo dealing with a heart condition after he almost died in space (doesn't have to be angsty; mostly interested in seeing how he deals with it or how it's affected his training/abilities and daily routine)

Word Count: 1122

Posted on AO3 too!

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Leo always knew something was off about him growing up.

He ran out of breath quicker, couldn’t stand up in the same spot for too long, and absolutely hated the heat. He quickly disregarded those things as weaknesses, signs that he just simply wasn’t training hard enough. He became obsessed with the dojo, fighting and training and pushing himself to his limits. Enough that he passes out. But surely, that only meant he was getting stronger. That he was pushing his limits higher.

Right?

Well, that space incident sure proved him wrong. He guessed that his body was barely holding it together, that all it took was one good shove for everything to topple over. Now he was even more out of breath, couldn’t stand for as long, and the fucking heat. He tried to hide it from the others, he couldn’t let his team family see him as weak. Emphasis on tried. But his brothers had been more wary about how Leo was holding up after his heart fucking stopped for a bit.

Who knew there was a name for it? What did Donnie say again? Vase…bagel…something? He couldn’t quite hear anything after waking up from the makeshift tilt table test that Donnie forced him to do. That wasn’t fun at all.

“It’s like POTS but in the opposite direction.”, Donnie had explained to him. “Instead of your heart racing, it actually drops lower and lower until it stops completely. But you’re not dead, your brain just takes a minute to start the heart back up again and you’ll be fine.”

“So my heart likes to stop at random moments?”

“...Not exactly but sure.”

And things haven’t been the same since after that. New things were added to his everyday routine. New diet, new training plan, new precautionary measures. Just new, new, new. Trying to find a balance to it all. Not to mention the threat that if nothing works, he’ll need a pacemaker. Not sure how that would work or how he would even get one. But he was not about to fuck around and find out.

Each day started the same. Wake up, and immediately begin chugging water. It took a while to get used to. Not to mention the nausea that followed. Leo basically lost the appetite for any breakfast at this point. And after he’s finished chugging a bottle, he had to take a salt shot. The how took a few options. Liquid IVs were nice, you could just mix them in the water. But they are very hard to come by, always out of stock in most stores and incredibly expensive. Salt tablets were simple, just needed to chug water bottles before and after taking one. If you could stand chugging, Leo couldn’t. Especially in the mornings. Then, when all else fails, a teaspoon of salt down the hatch. Yuck. It basically all boiled down to this: Stock up on as many LIVs as possible and if he just so happened to have run out, then suck it up and chug it down.

And that was just the morning.

Then there was diet. Donnie stated that people with dysautonomias needed to have high sodium diets. But just think about all the foods that are high in sodium. And it’s basically a diet consisted of fatty junk foods. Leo was not a big fan of that. A warrior should have a proper meal regime with all the food groups and even then, it was nothing but gross to add extra salt to everything. It made him sick most of the time. He hadn’t been doing a good job keeping up with that but…no one needs to know.

But the training. Apparently his heart condition would go off due to certain triggers. The main one being overexertion. (The other 2 mains being caffeine and alcohol but it wasn’t like Leo was much of a coffee guy or alcoholic). If Leo overworked himself, he’d pass out. And if he passed out, his brothers would lecture him, and if that happens, then it turns into a fight about Leo’s pride and how he shouldn’t be told what to do because he’s the leader and…

Well, it’s best to avoid it.

Most days…Leo can’t help but want to give up on trying. He gets what people mean now when they say it’s a battle to fight against illnesses. It literally is a battle. Wake up. Fight. Eat. Fight. Train. Fight. Sleep. And repeat. It’s exhausting. And he can’t help but feel so…weak. Like he can’t support his own weight without assistance. This is not how a warrior should be. A warrior should be fully capable to handle any task. A warrior shouldn’t need help or aid to keep going. A warrior shouldn’t be so high maintenance—

THWAK! A comic book hits him on the forehead.

“Ow! Hey! What the shell, Mikey?!”, Leo gripes from his spot on the couch to his orange-clad brother on his beanbag.

“I could sense your internalized ableism from all the way over here, bro!”, Mikey taunts. “It was making me crazy! I couldn’t read my comic, it was so distracting.”

Leo sighs and crosses his arms. “It’s none of your business.”

“It is my business when it’s disrupting my comic time. …What are you even thinking about?”

Leo ponders, taking a deep breath through his nostrils. “...Did Donnie say anything about there being a cure to this heart condition thing?”

“You’d be asking the wrong turtle dude.”, Mikey mutters. “If there was one, I think Donnie would’ve already cured you by now.” The turtle sits up in his beanbag, reaching over to get his comic book back. “Why does that even matter to you?”

“Because I’m the leader! I’m supposed to be strong and capable and—”

“You don’t have to be all those things, bro.”, Mikey cuts in. “And you are strong and capable in your own way! Even then, we’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, you’re our brother before you’re ever our leader.”

“Yeah yeah I know…”, Leo mumbles. “Don’t help with…this. I’m used to people depending on me, not the other way around.”

“Well get used to it.”, Mikey scoffs, snapping his comic book back open and ending the conversation there.

What a funny thought. Get used to it. It couldn’t be that simple. Leo just wants things to be normal again. He wishes things were different. If he hadn’t gotten hurt, maybe he could be stronger than ever. Maybe he could’ve gotten everyone out of all these messes much easier. And maybe he wouldn’t have to sprinkle salt on every single fucking thing he eats.

But maybe…

Maybe he could get used to it.

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My very first attack!!! Yippee!!! I just closed my eyes and randomly selected a prompt at random and ending up getting this one! So ironic, given the fact I also have a heart condition. So I decided to give it to Leo! Enjoy the vasovagal syndrome, buddy! (There is no escape--)

[sev-on-kamino]

Okay! You asked and I'm here to deliver. this is for In Pieces, when Cody first met the pretty little medic, how did he flirt with her? AND how did Rex react to his buddy horning in on his favorite girl? I need to know!!

Much like ‘Absence//Fonder’, I can discuss the ins and outs of ‘In Pieces’ for days 🤩 This sets everything in motion, and I’m so happy to share!!!

Suggested listening: “Oxytocin” by Billie Eilish

Warnings: none, it’s safely flirty, unless sparring with Jesse needs a warning 🤣

Word count: 1122

“Do they know I’m coming?” Cody asked, as he and Rex strolled through the barracks.

“No, I thought it would be more fun if we caught them off guard,” Rex replied with a mischievous little grin.

“Maybe I should come back in the morning to see how they measure up after a night at 79’s.”

“Dogma and Hardcase would still be in perfect form,” Rex said proudly. “Come on, they’ll be in the training room.”

“Commander Cody, Captain Rex,” Kix said, saluting as the COs approached.

“Good to see you, Kix. What have we here?” Cody asked.

“A little hand to hand training,” the medic replied.

“Is that your new nat born, Rex?” Cody’s eyes had landed on you, as you danced out of Jesse’s reach with a bright laugh.

“That’s her.” Rex was beaming at you.

“Does she spar with your troopers on a regular basis?”

“If they’re training, she’s training,” Rex said with pride.

“And she’s making Jesse work for it today,” Kix laughed. “Watch your right side, mesh’la!”

“Your luck’s about to run out,” Jesse said with a smirk, as the two of you circled each other.

“Oh, I’m just getting started,” you said, changing directions.

Cody couldn’t take his eyes off of you, as you and Jesse flowed around each other. It was clear this was a well-practiced dance for the two of you. Blocking each other’s strikes. Giving and gaining ground. Constantly in motion, Jesse occasionally giving instructions as you went. Your laughter ringing out when you’d land a hit. Your laugh was infectious, and Cody couldn’t help but smile.

Jesse lunged towards your right. Hand darting out to grab your wrist. You dodged him, letting out a short laugh, only to feel his vice-like grip on your left wrist instead.

“Gotcha,” he said, triumphant as he twisted your arm behind your back, and forced you to your knees.

You struggled against his hold, looking for any weaknesses, and growling in frustration when you couldn’t find one.

“Now what do you say?” He asked.

“I yield,” you deadpanned.

“Good girl!” He replied, hoisting you back to your feet, and guiding you to the edge of the mat. “You’re improving. Kept me at bay for five whole minutes.”

“Five? You’re getting soft,” you replied, beaming with pride at your new record, as you playfully poked Jesse’s abs.

“Soft?! I’m putting you on your ass next time.”

“Five minutes, huh?” Rex said as he and Cody approached. You and Jesse saluted and moved to stand at rest. “At ease. Carry on, Jesse.”

Jesse nodded before adding, “Looks like it’s Kix’s turn to get spanked, so you won’t be the only one today.”

“Famous. Last. Words,” Kix said, rolling his shoulders as he moved past you.

“I wanted you to meet Marshal Commander Cody ahead of our next joint mission,” Rex said.

“Oh,” you said, as Cody locked eyes with you. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir.”

“Pleasure’s all mine,” Cody said with a smile. “You looked good out there.”

“Thank you, sir. Jesse and Fives are excellent teachers,” you replied, as you clasped your hands behind your back.

Rex had been looking forward to showing you off, but there was a strange feeling rolling over him in sharp little waves. The mischievous sparkle in your eye was ever present, but there was something else riding just beneath it. Something in the curve of your lips, and the way you were completely focused on Cody.

“Rex says you’re quite the asset to the 501st,” Cody said, lifting his chin slightly, one eyebrow lifting.

“Well, you can’t believe everything you hear, you should come see for yourself,” you replied lowering your chin, and looking up at him through your lashes.

“Oh, I’m sure your bedside manner leaves nothing to be desired.”

“I haven’t had any complaints so far.”

Rex looked between the two of you, and realized the sharp sting was jealousy. He’d seen Cody flirt enough to know when he was making a move, and it was clear you were in his sights.

And while he’d never seen you flirting in earnest it was unmistakable. You were known to get inappropriate with Jesse and Fives, but it was all waggling eyebrows and innuendo. This was different. Your hip was cocked to one side, your voice was softer, more intimate, and you’d reached out to brush your fingers over Cody’s forearm.

“Well, we still have rounds to make,” Rex said clearing his throat.

“We just got here, Rex,” Cody said, raising an eyebrow.

“I trust that Jesse has things in order here. The others are in the range, yes?”

“Yes, sir, and we’ll swap after lunch,” you said, giving Rex your full attention. Turning back to Cody you added, “I handle a blaster pretty well too, if you want to swing back by the range this afternoon.”

“Oh, looking to show off for your boss? Or just angling for a promotion?”

“Just making sure you know your brothers are in capable hands.”

“Rex has assured me they are,” Cody said, his voice warm and inviting.

“We really do need to get going,” Rex said more firmly. “And it looks like Tup is waiting on you.”

You turned to look and sure enough, Tup was waiting near the edge of the mat, looking at you expectantly.

“Oh! Enjoy your rounds, Commander, Captain,” you said saluting them before jogging over to Tup.

Cody watched you go, enjoying how your training gear hugged your body.

“What was that, vod?” Rex asked once they were back in the hallway.

“You didn’t mention how pretty she is,” Cody said, not bothering to pretend.

“It’s not relevant to her ability to do her job.”

“I’m sure it’s relevant to your troopers,” Cody said with a laugh. “Is she seeing any of them?”

“No, they’re all close though,” Rex said.

“Are you sure?”

“Of course I am.” And he was. Fives and Jesse loved to mess around, but they were serious about you. Within a month of your arrival, they’d made it crystal clear that they would personally toss any trooper who played games with your heart directly out of an airlock.

They needn’t have bothered though, much to Rex’s pleasure, as you did a fine job of politely sidestepping any and all romantic advances.

Cody was another story. He wasn’t some shy trooper attempting pick up lines during a check up. This was a problem. In his head, Rex knew that he had no claim over you, but his heart said otherwise.

“Good to know,” Cody said, looking pleased as they continued on to the range.

“Yeah,” Rex replied, wondering if his plan to keep his feelings for you to himself was the best one.

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I was rereading One Piece, and I was reading the flashback. The chapter gives a date, and going off that date I wondered what year I would’ve been born and how old in the story I would be. It’s during Noland’s backstory where it takes place in May 21, 1122(chapter 287). Since this is 400 hundred years ago I just added it. So the year would be 1522, now if this is correct then that would mean Luffy would have been born in 1505. If I translate that to our year Luffy would have been born in 2005.

I just wanted to share this realization. It’s probably not even right.

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Microfics for TTPF

Microfics for TTPF https://ift.tt/Hl4w306 by shewritesmaybe Daily Microfic Challenge (50-500 words) Each chapter is in its own little world, they are not related to each other. Relationship tags for story updated with each day that's added. Any content warnings will be listed on the appropriate chapters. 1. 5/1/2024 "I know he's crazy, but he's the one I want" Hermione Granger/Antonin Dolohov 2. 5/1/2024 “I’m pissed off you let me give you all that youth for free” Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Words: 1122, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English Series: Part 4 of Short Fics based on Prompts Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Relationships: Antonin Dolohov/Hermione Granger, Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/oD9bUw4 May 01, 2024 at 11:33PM

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Blooming Out Of Death

Chapter 13

Word Count: 1122

“Starclan has forsaken me,” Squirrelflight growled to herself quietly as the sickly light of the dream meadow reached her eyes. She glanced over at Mapleshade before closing her eyes again. The tortoiseshell wore an amused smirk, almost entertained by the other’s despair.

“Good to see you’re coming to your senses,” Mapleshade teased in a dry tone. “Starclan doesn’t care about you- or me, or any other cat that dares to go against their wishes. They only care about those who serve them unquestioningly.”

Squirrelflight snorted in disbelief. “Starclan has forsaken you because you are a murderer. They have forsaken me for doing as they say.”  With that, she buried her muzzle between her paws, flicking her tail over it. Perhaps if she could dream her way into wherever she was, she could dream her way out.

She closed her eyes, trying her best to ignore Mapleshade staring at her with an amused look on her face. The feeling of those yellow eyes trained on her made it difficult to even attempt sleep. “That’s not going to work,” Mapleshade interrupted, her tone much like that of a mentor scolding their apprentice. Squirrelflight fought back a hiss in response, instead simply frowning and flattening her ears back.

That only seemed to irritate the huge tortoiseshell, who glowered at her. “Fine,” she hissed. “Waste my time and see what happens. I’d be happy to give you another scratch to match the first one.” Squirrelflight flinched at the threat. She wouldn’t put it beyond the murderous spirit to follow through.

“Listen, I didn’t ask for this,” she snapped back. “If anyone is wasting time it’s you.” The ginger she-cat lifted her head slightly to shoot a glare at Mapleshade. The tortoiseshell seemed to be entirely unintimidated in spite of the cold look.

“Oh poor Squirrelflight, with her living kits and beloved clan,” Mapleshade sneered. “Such a sad life you live! Especially with the answer to all your problems being practically served to you!”

Squirrelflight stood, bristling at the other she-cat with a scowl. “My life is not easy,” she hissed in return. “But, unlike you, it’s no fault of mine! You chose your path when you murdered other cats for revenge. I’ve done nothing but do my best to serve my clan- and to serve Starclan. I’ve been condemned for nothing but the best of intentions. Surely you must know how it feels to lose the respect of everyone that ever mattered to you, so why must you taunt me like this?!”

Yellow eyes wide with shock, Mapleshade’s mouth hung agape at Squirrelflight’s outburst. She clearly had not expected a retort from the ginger she-cat. Furthermore, the other had been more right than she’d like to admit. After all, she had admitted it the night of their very first meeting. The loss of her clan’s trust and respect- of her clan as a whole- had just added more pain and grief in the end. Not that Mapleshade would ever say Squirrelflight was right.

Trying to regain her composure, Mapleshade rose to her paws as well, stretching to her full height and towering over Squirrelflight. “Fine,” she conceded, her tone haughty despite seeming to give in. “If you want your clanmates to respect you again, you need to be respectable. You shouldn’t act pathetic and useless just because some brainless tom wants you to.”

Squirrelflight glared up at Mapleshade, yet held her tongue, clearly interested in what the other had to say. Clearly, Mapleshade took her silence as permission to continue. “Deputy is not a position given lightly- at least it wasn’t when I was alive- so you must have done something to earn the title you have. All you have to do is remind your clanmates who you are and why you are deputy.”

Mapleshade paused, glancing at the ginger deputy with an expectant look. “I’m not pathetic,” Squirrelflight retorted. “And I am going to prove that, to my clan and to Bramblestar- and you. I swear to Starclan I’ll make you eat your words.”

Squirrelflight’s resolve seemed to bring a satisfied smirk to Mapleshade’s face, though it disappeared as quickly as it had come. “I know just how you can do that,” she said in a silky tone, mischief clear in her expression. “Proving your fierceness would certainly show you’re not to be messed with, wouldn’t it? I could show you how to fight ruthlessly.”

Shaking her head, Squirrelflight let out an annoyed huff. She made eye contact with the other she-cat before speaking. “I will not fight like a rogue. Warriors have honor; we do not kill unless necessary. Maybe you’ve forgotten that after all this time. You can help me either according to my terms or not at all.” Her tone was firm, her expression serious.

A smirk broke through Mapleshade’s sinister demeanor, and she slowly nodded. “It’s been a long time since someone dared to talk back to me like that,” she said after a moment, a hint of excitement in her voice. “In that case, I’ll agree to your conditions, just this one time.”

Without warning, the huge tortoiseshell crouched into an offensive position, lashing her tail as she slowly circled Squirrelflight. The ginger she-cat followed suit, keeping her eyes on Mapleshade. She braced herself for an attack, ready for the other to leap at any moment.

Mapleshade tensed, seemingly about to jump on top of her opponent and pin her, but instead bounded forward, using her shoulder to knock her off balance. Before Squirrelflight could regain her balance, her tail was caught between Mapleshade’s teeth, holding her in place. As she attempted to rip her tail from the grasp, the other lashed out with a back kick, catching Squirrelflight in the side of the head and sending her reeling.

As the deputy fell to the grass cushioned ground, the grip on her tail was released. The ground itself seemed to shift as Squirrelflight’s head spun, still disoriented by the force of the kick. “How’s that for not fighting like a rogue,” Mapleshade crowed proudly. She padded over to where Squirrelflight lay in the grass, crouching in front of her. “Think you can handle that?”

Surprised, Squirrelflight nodded, her vision finally stabilizing again. She stood slowly enough to test if her legs would support her. The blow to her head had been heavy, but not debilitating. She dropped into a crouch, her eyes fiery with determination. “My turn.”

Squirrelflight and Mapleshade practiced the move over and over. Despite her limbs burning with effort after several rounds, Squirrelflight insisted on trying again until-

“Squirrelflight,” Sparkpelt’s voice called. Jolting back to reality, Squirrelflight could feel the soft moss of her nest pressed into her fur, as well as her daughter looming over her.

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Tossed and Torn

Tossed and Torn

by Fire_Traveller

Disclaimer: major character injury (he'll be fine, though, I promise)

Disclaimer Number 2: This is part of my Per Aspera verse and will likely only make sense if you've read the other stories...

When Crowley is forcefully summoned right from the sofa of the South Downs cottage, this does not only put the demon in a very dangerous place, out of which Aziraphale will need to save him somehow, but it also causes both him and Aziraphale to develop serious doubts concerning their seeming safety from Heaven and Hell. While they do have friends on their side, both Above and Below, it seems that, despite all the promises, they are still not without very determined enemies...

Words: 1122, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 13 of Per Aspera ad Astra - to the Stars

Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M, Other

Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens), Eric | Disposable Demon (Good Omens), Michael (Good Omens), Gabriel (Good Omens), Hastur (Good Omens), Ligur (Good Omens), Beelzebub (Good Omens), Anathema Device, Original Characters, Sandalphon (Good Omens), Dagon is mentioned

Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens)

Additional Tags: Per Aspera ad Astra verse, He/Him Pronouns For Aziraphale (Good Omens), He/Him Pronouns For Crowley (Good Omens), Crowley Was Raphael Before Falling (Good Omens), Post canon, Established Relationship, Post-Almost Apocalypse (Good Omens), Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Crowley Has PTSD (Good Omens), Crowley Loves Aziraphale (Good Omens), Aziraphale Loves Crowley (Good Omens), Protective Aziraphale (Good Omens), South Downs Cottage (Good Omens), Hurt Crowley (Good Omens), Sick fic...sort of...at least partly, Ligur Lives (Good Omens), Wings, mentions of torture, Crowley taught Heaven's healers, No Beta - We Fall Like Crowley, Flaming swords, Hellish Books, Demon Summoning, Canon-Compliant...for now at least, ineffable husbands, Ineffable Spouses, Ineffable Partners, Sequel, Crowley has Trauma from Falling and from the bookshop fire, She/Her Pronouns for Michael

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