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bbwoulfc · 5 years ago

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Winning A Chieftess’s Heart - How It Starts

Alright, I had a few ask that wanted some more insight on this AU. So here is a glimpse into how the beginning started. I think I will write out the whole beginning as a chapter cause why not. Adding another fic to my list can’t hurt. Right?

Enjoy a quick summary of how things begin.

At age twelve, Hiccup Haddock is brought up to the council. Some elders are also present. Hiccup is brought upon the council from another incident of one of his inventions going off and destroy property/section of Berk. It was bound to happen, Hiccup knew. He knew he didn’t possess many Viking qualities but then again his father never took the time to teach him many Viking things. So what else was a boy to do then try and help the best way he knew how. Flinching at every hurtful words shouted by the council, some from his own father, the council vote to exile Hiccup off of Berk. All in agreement that Berk will have a higher chance of survival without a spawn of Loki about.

As if the punishment couldn’t get any worse, all citizens of Berk were gathered and word of his exile is announced. Seeing the glee in majority of the village stung Hiccup even further. It shouldn’t be a big deal with how he was viewed among the village, but it still hurt to see people happy about it. After the announcement, Hiccup was informed he had till the next morning to leave. With that, Hiccup runs off into the forest to separate himself from the village where he takes the chance to break down and cry. After a few minutes, Hiccup wasn’t prepared to hear footsteps approaching him. He didn’t think anyone would find him in an unknown part of the forest.

Turning around, Hiccup wasn’t expecting to see Astrid come through the bushes, each finding the other’s gaze quickly. He mumbled a greeting and turned away hoping Astrid would leave him alone. Hiccup didn’t expect for Astrid to ask how he was and if he was okay. Didn’t expect her to have a small glimpse of worry as she looked at him.

“Why does it matter? The village will finally get rid of Hiccup the Useless.”

“You’re not useless, Hiccup. Someone useless couldn’t create all the things you do.”

“Not to be rude, Astrid, but why do you care?”

“Because...I can’t stand seeing someone of value be ridiculed and shunned for something they couldn’t control.”

Seeing the lost and hurt in her eyes made him recall the incident two years prior with her Uncle Finn being shunned from the village after the night of the Frightmare.

“You think I have value?”

“Everyone is of value, Hiccup. You just have to figure out how to use your gifts.”

Hiccup and Astrid stay in the forest a bit longer before heading back to the village. As they walk back, they could see in the distance by the pier of Stoick and other council members packing some supplies on a small boat that Hiccup could manage on his own. While his father was busy, Hiccup disappeared into his house, Astrid following along to offer assistance. Hiccup wanted to escape during the night while the village would be busy with their own things and at home. He’d like to leave without a village cheering at his departure.

With Astrid’s help, they exit the home without being seen and quietly make their way to the dock once it was clear and the others were gone. Hiccup and Astrid place the small sacks of his belongings into the boat, the moonlight being the only light source.

Before Hiccup hops on the boat and leaves, Astrid hands Hiccup one of her best daggers. He takes the dagger and looks at Astrid, surprised but curious.

“For protection or anything that might require a cut or two.”

Hiccup smiles as he tucks her dagger into his belt and gives her smile, thanking her for the small moments of support and care before leaving. He becomes shocked when Astrid pulls him into a hug which he gladly returns after shaking the shock away.

“Promise me nothing will go wrong?”

He looks at her stunned.

“Promise me you’ll be safe?”

Hiccup gives her a smile and promises he’ll do his best to be safe. Astrid looks away, a small blush on her cheeks.

“Will we ever see each other again?”

“Would you like to see me again?” He asked.

“Yes.”

Hiccup gives Astrid a smile and tells her he’ll make sure they see each other again. They give each other another hug before Hiccup jumps aboard the small boat. If there was one thing he was thankful that his father taught him before they grew apart was how to sail. As the boat sailed out to sea, Astrid stood there watching and smiled when Hiccup looked back as he gave her one last Hiccup smile before disappearing into the night, and then returning home.

The next day, Astrid and her family are in the Great Hall the next morning for breakfast along with other villagers. Stoick and the council stand before the villagers and announce that they have decided on a new heir. At the sound of her name being chosen as the new heir, the village roars in excitement and clap for the new heir, cheers of “Chieftess Astrid” ringing through the Great Hall. For her family, it was a start at a new beginning to bringing honor to their name after the Frightmare incident.

Yet, at that moment, with the announcement, Astrid wished she had Hiccup there to help her through this. If there was anyone she valued for assistance and help, it was him. She hoped that wherever he was, Hiccup was okay and safe.

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passable-talent · 4 years ago

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hi roe, i’d like to request something !! can i request a zuko x reader with a hanahaki AU? the hanahaki can be either reader or zuko, doesn’t matter. if u don’t want to do the hanahaki part that’s fine🥺 thank you ♡

ya boi is back and he brings angst and mild body horror

tw: lots of talk abt veins n blood n arteries and lots of stuff inside the body.

It took root in winter.

Prince Zuko had been a focused man for a long time. His goal in life was singular- he intended not to do a single thing other than capture the avatar. That would let him go home, and that was all he was worried about.

But then he saw you, in the northern water tribe. The second eldest child of the chief, younger sibling to Princess Yue. You didn’t have her striking white hair, but your looks were astounding all the same- and unlike your sister, you were a waterbender.

It was in his duel with Katara in the spiritual oasis that Zuko came across you, protecting the avatar and your sister. Your father, so protective of his children, kept you hidden from many things, including traditional bending training. It didn’t stop you from mastering your craft, though, as you would escape to the cliffs surrounding the city whenever you could, and create your own techniques.

As a result, your waterbending was unlike anything Zuko had ever seen. It wasn’t like water- it didn’t take the shape of waves or streams like that he had seen from Katara. Instead, your bending took the shape of something much more primal, sinister. Like floodwaters, dangerous and sharp and capable of just as much destruction as fire, maybe more. It was with the ferocity with which you protected the avatar that he first witnessed your unique waterbending, which terrified him and stuck in his mind.

In the brief time he saw you, before the siege of the north was over, and as he travelled into the earth kingdom with his uncle, he was fascinated with you. He wished he could know more about you, and understand your bending, your movements so unlike others of your tribe. He wished he could see the way you learned, or practice alongside you, and some part of him that wanted peace in the world could imagine someday you being an ambassador to the Fire Nation on behalf of your sister, the chieftess.

And so wallflower took root in his heart.

He didn’t notice it for months, as it got worse, and worse, as its roots spread throughout his arteries. He didn’t know, couldn’t possibly guess at the reasoning for his phantom pinches in his muscles.

He didn’t see an issue in thinking further of you, and falling deeper in love with the future he had planned for the both of you in his head. He was going to return, someday, and take his father’s throne. He would open up peaceful communications with all of the nations of the world. He would send aid to help in the rebuilding of the Southern Water Tribe to gain the favor of its sister tribe, and you would become a friend. He understood that now, you were in direct line to the title of chief, and so you wouldn’t be an ambassador. But maybe, you could lead your tribe, and he his nation, and the two of you could be together, fostering peace for the world.

He didn’t think much of it when his chest felt tighter, as he assumed that it was just his exercise exhausting him. He couldn’t see the wallflower, its roots spreading down through the bronchus of his lungs, squeezing its way through them. How could he? It was deep beneath his chestplate that the roots spread to his ribs, until its hold was tight, and his every breath came with just a little sting.

Even though he’d heard of the disease, back at his time at the academy, he still didn’t make the connection, and still allowed his love to grow deeper, his wallflower growing larger.

He could imagine a world in which the two of you would come and meet in Ba Sing Se. You’d dine with the Earth King, and the Avatar, and the four of you would set about changing the world together. He could imagine standing from the table and taking your hand, leading you into a separate, private room.

He could picture the way the two of you would clash, water and fire, the passion and intelligence and drive that you would share, but manifest in opposite elements. He dreamt of visiting the North Pole, and wearing traditional chieftan clothing as he stood behind you, and you visiting him in the Fire Nation with traditional fire nation royal robes behind him.

It was spring when he coughed up the first petal.

It didn’t look like a petal, just a slimy lump of something vaguely orange, and so Iroh assumed that he was coming down with a cold. He was on bedrest, just for a few days, which only worsened the issue, as now all he could do was spend his time thinking about you.

He knew it was silly, to be so in love with someone who was on the opposite side of a war, who he’d met only once, but he couldn’t help it. Even as he pulled slimy lumps of orange from the back of his lungs, as every breath stung as though he’d been running for hours, he recalled your sparkling blue eyes, fierce and determined in the moonlight. He remembered how you interacted with the avatar and Katara while he was stuck up in a collumn of ice. He couldn’t help but be in love with you, even after all this time.

He couldn’t help but want to be a part of a future in which he could be with you. It radicalized him, made him want to do one of two things- either regain his throne through pleasing his father, or regain it through overthrowing his father.

He wasn’t sure which, but he thought that circumstances would make one easier than the other, and his sister became that circumstance in Ba Sing Se. She killed the avatar, and Zuko returned home a triumphant prince, heir to the throne, son of Agni. He, in private, voiced his plans to his sister of winning over the rest of the world when the war was over by launching humanitarian campaigns and proving that the Fire Nation was caring, benevolent. She may have laughed, but she saw her own genius in his plans- it would smooth over war-torn scars.

He just wanted to engineer a life with you. Humanitarian ideas made that easier.

On one particular visit to his uncle, he let out a lick of dragon’s breath, and within the plume of flame was a singular floating ember, fluttering and glowing orange until it burned up midair. The sight piqued Iroh’s curiosity, and he asked Zuko to turn around and lower his head.

With the black lines through Zuko’s veins, Iroh finally realized what was happening.

“Hanahaki,” he told Zuko, reaching between the bars to press down on a black line, feeling the hard, thin root of a plant inside of it. The pressure made Zuko flinch. “It’s probably all through your bloodstream. That’s what’s been hurting your chest. It’s what you’ve been coughing up.” As though on que, Zuko broke out in coughs, two slimy orange petals landing on the floor in front of him. He’d long learned not to cough into his hand, lest he had to deal with the slime on his skin.

“Zuko, doesn’t Mai love you?” Iroh asked, withdrawn from his nephew but still concerned for his safety. If the roots had reached the back of his neck, it would likely reach his head soon, and that was when the disease began to threaten life.

“I’m not in love with Mai,” Zuko answered, eyes drawn to the floor.

And he realized that he needed to join the avatar.

When Katara cast him out of the western air temple, it was only the second most painful wound of the day. The first was that you weren’t there- you hadn’t followed the avatar, he didn’t get to see you. And so still he suffered, coughing up more and more petals each day.

He prompted his own coughing fits, hoping that he could get more petals out, and he would still be able to breathe.

His firebending kept it from growing up his throat, but it didn’t stop the spread through his veins. It wasn’t choking the blood from his brain, but it did give him headaches, and sometimes he wondered if it would kill him before the end of the war, let alone when he would meet you again.

He tried to hide it, one afternoon, when from a scrape on his shoulder erupted a flower. It hurt like nothing else he’d ever experienced, but he managed to slice it off with his swords, hoping that his skin would close over it.

Toph sees all, didn’t he know that?

She could see the unusual blotches in his lungs, and she knew what it meant. It clouded her ability to read his heartbeat, but that didn’t matter, because she knew the answer when she asked the question.

“You have Hanahaki?” she said, her greyed eyes wide, looking almost innocent. “Who is it?”

“The next leader of the Northern Water Tribe,” he answered, the slightest of bittersweet smiles on his face, his days of yearning long gone. Now he merely hoped to see your face one more time, because he didn’t believe he had enough time to earn genuine love from you before the roots of his wallflower stopped his heart.

He had enough time, though, to dispose of his sister with the calmness of a dying man. He faced his victory, and his crown as Fire Lord, with a splitting headache, blackness invading the edge of his vision. He knew his heart wasn’t pushing hard enough to move his blood past the roots of his wallflower, his permanently cold fingers were his proof. But the avatar was his friend, now, and brought with him a little bit of pull.

So you, the young future chief of the Northern Water Tribe, attended the coronation of the Fire Lord.

You were dressed in thin but formal water tribe clothing, a deep blue offsetting the tan of your skin, your sleeves long and flowy, hiding in your palm a small tissue.

In the celebration afterward, you approached the new Fire Lord. You excused yourself from your conversations with the other warriors to visit him, in his chambers. He was withdrawn from the festivities, the effort of speaking before the nation too much for his state of health.

Just outside his door, you coughed into your tissue, straightening your back before striding in.

“Coriander,” you said, your first word one that caught him off guard. He didn’t know what you meant.

Sensing his confusion, you sat down beside him on his bed.

“It’s a flower with little white petals. Smaller than your pinky finger. Hence why it took me so long to figure out.” Zuko gazed sideways at you, narrowing his eyes as he puzzled over your meaning. As a royal, he was no stranger to the language of flowers- but why would you be referencing ‘hidden worth’ to him?

“What was yours?” you asked, your expression soft.

“My what?”

“Your flower. Aang said you had come down with Hanahaki, like me.” Zuko’s eyes widened, and he raised his chin.

“You- you had- too?” Your expression got softer, and you tilted your head with even more kindness in your eyes.

“Imagine how angry I was at myself, considering the circumstances we met in.” A smile broke out across Zuko’s face, but his sharp intake of breath caused him to fall into a fit of hacking. Gently you rubbed his back.

“It gets better in a few weeks,” you promised him, speaking from your own experience, as the voyage to the Fire Nation capital had been your detox. The letter from the avatar had explained everything, and let you heal before you even saw the Fire Lord.

“Wallflower,” answered Zuko, pulling himself from his coughs, “an orange flower.” Only now did he consider the meaning of such a flower- faithfulness in adversity. Did the flowers truly have some sort of meaning in their relationship, to the nations, to the world?

It didn’t matter, really. Zuko was happy to watch the roots recede from his veins, and cough out the last of the petals. He was happy to have you by his side, through it all, turning over a new chapter of the world’s history.

Orange and white- a combination the world hadn’t seen much of, before the story of the chief and fire lord spread. But wallflower and coriander, soon, became the symbol for love in all of the nations.

-🦌 Roe

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a-world-in-grey · 4 years ago

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Sola/Blood of My Blood snippet

@secret-engima I will never get over this au, it’s too awesome.

“I thought you didn’t want a Shield.”

The question comes, hesitant and quiet enough that Sola could pretend not to hear it at all. Noctis’ gaze remains on his phone, on one of the games he used to play but hadn’t touched again until Prompto stumbled into his life.

Into Noctis’ Heart, but that’s Noctis’ detail to share in his own time.

Anyone else, Sola would tell them exactly where to shove that question. She’s heard it far too often from too many nobles, all with the same sneer in their voice and the disgusted affront radiating off them so strongly they didn’t need magic for Sola to know exactly what they were feeling.

Filthy-refugees-how-dare-

But this is Noctis, magic curling in curiosity and worry. Worry for Sola, worry that the choice wasn’t hers, worry for a bond that might have been forced and the damage that would do to both her and her Shield.

Sola lets the bobbin drop against the tapestry and joins Noctis on the couch. They’re in her suite, in the sitting room she turned into a workroom back when she’d been on extended medical leave and needed something to do with her hands. The couch hadn’t come until after Noctis returned, so her brother could have a place to hang out while she worked on her current tapestry.

Sola only asked once if Noctis was truly okay watching Sola work - weaving a tapestry isn’t the quickest process - instead of doing something else with Sola, but her brother had nodded and Sola had let it be. Noctis always brought something to do, a book or a game, or simply napped, and it didn’t take Sola long to realize Noctis just wanted some quiet time while in her presence.

It made her smile fondly when she figured it out. It was startlingly similar behavior to Abyssus.

“I didn’t at first,” Sola says once she’s made herself comfortable. This... is not going to be an easy conversation. Noctis lowers his phone, darkening the screen. “You’d just disappeared. Taking a Shield felt like giving up on you.” And there’s the familiar guilt welling up in Noctis’ magic. Nope, not right now. “There’s a reason the Council chambers needed a renovation, and it isn’t because Papa decided he disliked the decor. On an unrelated note, Lord Egestas hasn’t spoken to me since.”

She grins at Noctis’ hastily smothered snort. There’s a sharp swell of anger on her behalf, but it’s under the reluctant amusement so Sola will take it as a win. Distraction a success.

Sola isn’t a nice person and her humor reflects that; it’s vicious, vindictive, and at times crude. There are few things Noctis shares her amusement on, but Sola doesn’t mind. Her brother is so much kinder than Sola. Noctis truly sharing her sense of humor would mean he’d lost most of the kindness that makes him who he is. And that would break Sola’s heart.

Neither of them like Lord Egestas though. Which means Sola gets away with a lot more than Noctis would normally tolerate.

Now for the hard part. “‘A King needs his brothers.’”

“‘A Lucis Caelum needs their Retinue.’” Noctis finishes, amusement fading. Blue eyes turn distant, turn towards memory and Sola squeezes Noctis’ hand to keep him in the present.

Three years without his Retinue. Three years in the kind of hell that would shatter most people, without any anchors to ground himself.

Six, no wonder her brother had issues.

“Galahd calls it The Draconian’s Rage.” Sola says, closing her eyes against the ache in her chest as she recalls those days. This time, it’s Noctis who squeezes her hand, wrapping her in love-comfort-safety, I’m-here-I’m-here. “Without anyone to ground me... I lost it.”

Noctis closes his arms around her, tucking her against his side, and she still hasn’t wrapped her head around the fact that he’s taller than her now. But the comfort is more than the hurt of lost years. “How bad?”

“Aracheole isn’t there anymore.” Sola says dryly. She’s not going into the details. The details would only hurt.

Just as the details of Noctis’ horrors would only hurt her. Sola knows what she’s been told by Cor and Papa, and she’s inferred a few things from the changes in Noctis’ magic and behavior.

She doesn’t need to know more. She doesn’t want to know more. Not when there’s nothing she can do.

That Sola destroyed an entire stronghold to its foundations is enough for Noctis to get the picture. His arms tighten around her, magic shuddering in horror and dawning realization.

Sola shouldn’t have been able to blow a hole in Aracheole’s wall. For all her unique magical abilities, Sola has never had power.

Noctis isn’t the only one with more magic than he had before. Even if the sheer depth to his magic, that she can only ever glimpse when they’re alone and tangling their magic together in reassurance that they’re both there, makes Sola want to weep. Because Noctis’ magic is so much deeper than her new reserves and the thought of her little brother suffering through even more of that agony...

He never should have had to endure that.

“How far?” Noctis’s grip is bordering uncomfortable, clinging desperately to Sola and the warmth-reassurance Sola wraps around him like a blanket.

“The Wanderer.” Hundreds of years. It’s why she weaves so often. None of the kings and queens before her wove tapestries, never wove at all. It lets Sola distinguish her present from past memories, lets her box it away in the back of her mind.

Lets the flashbacks and nightmares be hers.

Noctis manages to suppress his flinch, but not the sharp sorrow and guilt that spikes through his magic. Sola pushes silent acceptance and reassurance at him. It was her choice to reach so far. And perhaps if Noctis hadn’t been missing, perhaps if he’d been safe back in Insomnia, perhaps then Sola would’ve stopped at the Oracle.

But Noctis wasn’t safe. And there’s very little Sola won’t do for her brother.

She doesn’t regret it in the slightest.

“When I woke, everyone let me know what they thought of that stunt.” Even Hestia Ostium, Libertus’ Chieftess, gave her a tongue-lashing over the grief Sola’s actions had inflicted on her then-boyfriend.

From the huff behind her, Noctis fully agrees with everyone’s actions.

Brat.

“I knew Axis was an Amicitia shortly after I met him.” Sola confesses. “But I didn’t want a Shield. He didn’t want to be a Shield. So we ignored it.”

“Until Aracheole.”

Sola hums in agreement. “Axis introduced me to his kids as Aunt Sola, and told me I wasn’t allowed to die on my new nieces and nephews. And that I was terrible at watching my own back so he was going to watch it for me. Then we bonded.”

Noctis blinks, skeptical. “Just like that?”

Sola huffs. “No. I had to be convinced taking a Shield did not mean I was giving up on you or resigning as your Sword. But the trust had been there for years. Nyx and Tredd and Luche too. Took all of three days to bond with everyone. Quickest Retinue ever assembled.”

Not counting the seven years before she bonded with her Retinue, but the history books don’t count that. Morons.

“And they’re all fine being bonded to a Lucian princess?” Noctis asks, bemused.

Sola smirks up at him. “Not Lucian, little brother.” She taps the four beads at the front of her Ostium Chief braids. The shifting green and purple Galahdite, the purple-black charoite, the blue pearl, and the golden yellow citrine. “As far as Galahd is concerned, I’m their Chief. Simple as that.”

Well, not quite that simple. But she doesn’t feel like rehashing the complicated mess of being Chief to another Chief, on top of sorting out how to allow her Retinue to remain in their own Clans instead of dragging them into the Ostium.

Ladon had suggested creating a new Clan, but Sola shot it down immediately. She likes being an Ostium. Sola proposed to her husband, and she’s not giving up his last name. And she didn’t want to force her Retinue to leave their Clans either.

They’d figured it out eventually. After a lot of yelling. And a fistfight. Or two. Sola refuses to count Hestia breaking Ladon’s nose. Even Tredd admitted Ladon deserved it.

Noctis considers this for a moment. “So long as you’re happy.” He decides.

“I am.”

#ffxv #Shadow of Heaven’s Light #fusion #Blood of My Blood verse #Sola Lucis Caelum #Noctis Lucis Caelum #for those confused #Sola originally only reached as far back as the Oracle against the Diamon Weapon #but in the new timeline reached back all the way to the Wanderer #because she didn’t have her King or a Retinue to ground her #and went more than a bit off the rails because of it #which is why Noctis is feeling guilty about it #he blames himself for it happening earlier and for Sola reaching farther #meanwhile Sola’s the only one who can feel that Noctis did the same thing #but went so much farther than she did #and she doesn’t WANT to know why #knowing will only hurt because she can’t do anything about it

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thesedangeroustemptations · 3 years ago

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Decided to post one of my OC’s on here, so I hope y’all like her

( the devil's match ) ┊ ❛ ya know, being a dick will not make yours any bigger, so can we skip that step and get to the part where I break your neck? ❜

character name . . kyomi tausa'afia ka'uhane.

title / ring name . . ms. ka'uhane / 'the goddess of volcanoes and destruction, pele!'

meaning of names . .

kyomi: "pure and beautiful, to cleanse." named after her paternal grandmother, it was one handed down every few generations to those who seemed to shine bright with purity from birth, which was exactly what she appeared to have done. as she grew, she always had a shining glint in her eye, though many would say it's one of mischief while others see differently.

tausa'afia: " pleasant, lovable " in the first few days of her life, she didn't have a middle name as their family reserved it for when their personality began to shine through, that way they had a name that fit them that emerged later on. kyomi was a sweet and adorable baby, capturing the hearts of anyone who held or even looked at her, hence why her middle names meaning reflects just that.

ka'uhane : " soul, spirit " the surname is from her father's family line, having been derived 1500 years ago to distinguish his family's martial arts as users of spirit and soul, versus just muscle and occasional mind.

nicknames . .

" i can't believe you'd put yourself in danger like this, kyo, do you thrive on getting your head kicked in that badly? " — wakatsuki takeshi, seething, after winning her battle against saw paing but sustaining major injuries.

" pele, you'd better not fucking lose, fuck him up! " — adam dudley and cosmo imai yelling at her from the stands during her match.

" the strength of your spirit never ceases to amaze me, tausa, but remember, even the strong need to rest sometimes, and you need to realize that doesn't make you weak. rest now, get your revenge when you're healed. " — sawada keizaburo, attempting to comfort his best friend after being unsure of whether her unborn child will survive due to being forced to fight in the kengan annihilation matches despite her condition.

" you still haven't figured it out yet, 'omi? you cannot love both of us and act like it's fine and dandy. fucking pick or i'll kill him right now. " — ohma tokita confronting kyomi after finding out that she's been sharing a bed with Ichiro Nakata as well as him, ready to kill the supposed 'superman'.

age . . kyomi is is twenty years of age

gender . . she was born of the female gender.

height/weight . . she stands at 5'2'' while weighing 155lbs of pure muscle.

appearance . . " oh, but that's the irony, broken people like her are not fragile. "

kengan match records . . 46 wins, 0 loses.

physical scent . . kyomi's natural scent is one of the saltwater and sandalwood, with hints of plumeria flower.

sexual orientation . . she is bisexual, biromantic.

marital status . . currently not married.

" i can't believe your sweet-tempered father was reincarnated into that girl. she's tough as nails. "

occupation . . kengan fighter, personal body guard / assassin, head of the ka'uhane clan with the inherited abilities of her ancestors. *

personality type . . enfj-t — the protagonist.

[ positive ]

‣ motivational, inspirational; bring out the best in others

‣ very perceptive about people's thoughts and motives

‣ fun to be with - lively sense of humor, dramatic, energetic, optimistic

‣ strive for "win-win" situation

‣ loyal and committed

‣ warmly affectionate and affirming

[ negative ]

‣ tendency to be smothering and over-protective/manipulative and controlling

‣ doesn't pay enough attention to her own needs

‣ critical of opinions and attitudes which don't match her own/sometimes unaware of social appropriateness or protocol

‣ extremely sensitive to conflict, with a tendency to sweep things under the rug as an avoidance tactic/blames herself when things go wrong, and not give themselves credit when things go right

‣ her sharply defined value systems make her unbending in some areas/she may be so attuned to what is socially accepted or expected that she's unable to assess whether something is "right" or "wrong" outside of what her social circle expects

personality description . . ❛ part of her mystery is how she is calm in the storm and anxious in the quiet. ❜

‣ kyomi is a typically bright, energetic and friendly individual, radiating warmth and acceptance to all those who come in contact with her. her kindness is talked of in abundance with her people, as well as her humor that can at times have the entire tribe rolling about with laughter. exceptionally considerate of others feelings, she will often force hers down to where she no longer has to deal with them so she can focus on the tasks/needs of others at hand. despite all of this, she is a skilled warrior who’s talents outshine those who are double her age and trained every moment of the time, leading to her confidence in her abilities to border on cocky. with these abilities however, she is able to defend her tribe and grow an ever expanding bodyguard service from those she’s trained, hiring them out to the highest bidder with these skills. her intelligence is what helped her launch the idea, her mistrust and misjudgement will end up being her downfall; getting her into situations where she’s forced to be the compeditor for Omni Air International, who threatened to level her village if she didn’t comply. over her family and fellow villagers she is fiercely protective and thoughtful, willing to lay down her life if need be for them so they could continue to live in peace. aside from that, she at times can be extremely angry and resentful of the hand she had been dealt, knowing that it was beyond her control and that was what bothered her the most. in competition, she is a blood thirsty and calculating competitor, who would rather break necks than ask or answer any questions directed at her. when pushed to it, she will shut down the side that everyone knows and loves entirely, revealing a murdeous monster who would tear down anyone in her path.

likes . . relaxing in the sun, training, eating exotic and new foods, spending time with her twin children.

dislikes . . being told what to do/forced into situations where she has no control, arrogant people, disloyalty, early mornings.

skills . . healing by meditation, knive throwing, rock/ice climbing, cooking, drawing/painting, ballet, hula dance.

any flaws . . she can be very critical of others with no real cause, her jealousy is out of control, she’s got a large scar on her back, left hip and left thigh from when she was attacked by a shark at the age of 12.

personal phobias . . deep bodies of water, dark spaces, being alone,

habits . . nail biting, smoking, constantly triple checking her surroundings, self isolation when feeling vulnerable.

weapons . . seismic senescing through her hands and feet, pressure point and medical knowledge, garrote, knive throwing, judo, kenpo, jujitsu, grappling, wrestling.

family or blood relatives . . — akela ka’uhane | father, 39 years old | alive | intermediate chief along side his wife in his daughters absence/guardian of his grandchildren.

— makani ka’uhane | mother, 37 years old | alive | intermediate chieftess alongside her husband in her daughters absence/guardian of her granddaughter/healer

— noe olina ka’uhane | daughter, 3 years old | alive | living with her grandparents while her mother is away, training in meditation and energy control with her grandfather.

—- kanoa haikili ka’uhane | son, 3 years old | alive | living with his grandparents while his mother is away, training in meditation and energy control with his grandfather.

affiliated company / empoleeyer . . omni air international

friends . . — miyuki dotokayashi | best friend | alive | daughter of naga dotokayashi, ceo of Omni air international

— sawada keizaburo | best friend/unofficial bodyguard & uncle to her children | alive | kengan fighter/employed by murder music.

— wakatsuki takashi | best friend/father figure | alive | kengan fighter/empoyed by furumi pharmaceuticals.

— saw paing yoroizuka | close friend | alive | kengan fighter/employed by village of the dawn.

— adam dudley | close friend | alive | kengan fighter/employed by boss burger.

— imai cosmo | close friend/brother figure | alive | kengan fighter / employed by nishihonji security services.

— okubo naoya | close friend/ex-lover | alive | kengan fighter.

— himuro ryo | close friend | alive | kengan fighter.

— kaneda suekichi | close friend | alive | kengan fighter.

— gaolang wongsawat | close friend | alive | kengan fighter.

romantic interest(s) . . ohma tokita & ichiro 'lihito' nakata — ❛ you’re selfish, is what you are. making us both love you and then refusing to choose, what the fuck is your game? ❜

— ohma 'the ashura' tokita : my, oh my. the relationship between ohma and kyomi began when they first encountered each other during her first trip to japan 2 years prior, representing Omni Air International and winning 27 consecutive matches before the annihilation tournament took place. they met in a coffee shop, he decided to stop in and devour whatever pastries they had on display for the day, and due to his large, intimidating frame, most people were afraid of him and kept his distance; not kyomi. she found his seemingly brooding and potentially aggressive nature comical in contrast to the sweet treats he was eating, so she being the outgoing individual she was, went up to him and asked him how the desserts tasted now that he'd robbed everyone else of the chance. her boldness and confidence in the way she carried herself was enough to catch his attention and intrigue, so he invited her to sit with him and try the remains of what he hadn't inhaled just yet. it was in that sit down, taste testing the different assortments that laid in front of them, that a bond was formed and only grew with the more time they spent together, finding more commonalities than initially suspected. as close as they got, there was still a wall put up between the two of them, set up unintentionally by both parties to refrain from either getting hurt. this didn't stop jealousy and possessiveness to overwhelm the 'relationship' that they had developed, resulting in it's momentary end in an explosive way. now, two months later, they met once again at the kengan annihilation tournament representing their respective companies, which was a shock to them both, especially on her end. the greatest shock for ohma was when the new 'superhuman' he had been introduced to a little while prior to this, was now following around his woman like a puppy, only sparking the killer instinct within him that lie just beneath the surface. that, and the hickies and love marks that covered her body in the most obvious and infuriating places. now aggressive and hostile toward the woman who somehow held a vice grip on his heart, he couldn't help but blame himself at the same time for allowing her to slip through his fingers, however he will be damned if he lets 'lihito' steal what's his. with kyomi seeming to decide that she was fine with loving the both of them, fucking the both of the, that was when he snapped and would become a much more outwardly angry person than his usual calm demeanor, lashing out at any person who happened to make the wrong comment in his presence. despite his feelings of rage and hostility toward the situation, he couldn't help the fact that he loved her, and he would continue to love her even if he hated the choices that she was making, and the fact that even though he knew her for two years time now, it still felt as though she was hiding a part of herself from him, which was frustrating for the fighter, because in their long nights together, he had spilled his guts to her, given her every part of him, and he was met with this.

— ichiro ‘lihito’ nakata : meeting this goddess was a complete accident, one that ichiro was more grateful for than he cared to admit out loud- scratch that, he'd happily yell it from whatever roof top she requested. having met after he was observing his competition for the next few matches, he quickly took notice of the seemingly unbeatable 'pele', swiftly deciding two things: that she would soon be his, and he did not want to fight her in any upcoming matches, because he knew he would get his ass handed to him, and that wasn't something the self proclaimed superhuman could afford to his ego or image. after she mopped the floor with her opponent, he approached her and asked if she would like to get something to eat, explaining he knew just how strenuous and appetite increasing these matches could be, it didn't take much pressure to get her to agree. the two went to an authentic japanese ramen shop, as she had never been before and had only been in japan for a few days, which was mostly spent fighting or training, this being the first time she actually had a moment to herself to breath. they ate bowl after bowl, stacking the piles high as they could go before ichiro realized that this woman had not only stolen his heart, but emptied his wallet as well, not that he minded. her smile and full belly was all he cared about at that moment. over the next few months, the two became closer and closer, though there was weeks where she would pull away and disappear, for reasons he did not know of; come to find out much later, she was spending the other parts of her time with the infamous ohma tokita, his self decided rival in the kengan matches. this discovery once they had arrived at the tournament only fueled ichiro's rage and desire to win, to prove that he was the better man, the stronger man, the one for her. though the two decided amongst themselves that they would compete for her heart, they were infuriated to see that she decided that it was fine to simply love them both, which wouldn't have been too terrible for him if it wasn't for the fact that ohma made it abundantly clear that he wasn't okay with that, and would repeatedly threaten ichiro's life, which was met with the response of 'try it' every single time. the relationship that they have is a rather lax and easy going one, though at times he can be a bit smothering and over-protective, that's only because he doesn't want to lose out on what he sees as his one chance at happiness.

backstory . . kyomi was born the only child to a long line of renowned martial artists, one that had developed it's own style that included many aspects that weren't included in the traditional way of teaching. over 1500 years ago, her ancestors figured out how to manipulate matter and atoms, giving them partial manipulation over their surroundings as well as a physical power up. they also figured out the ability to heal themselves faster through the power of meditation, which came in handy for those who chose to be warriors, such as kyo. the longer the line, the more ancestors that could be called upon for assistance in a fight, using their knowledge and own distinct styles of fighting, the stronger the power up, making kyomi at the time, the strongest ever of her line, surpassing that of her past life and previous tribal chief by what seemed like miles. from a young age, she displayed strong discipline and technique, mastering things thrown at her within a few days time and leaving her teachers in absolute awe, as well as her parents, though they also beamed with happiness. the ancestral spirit didn't manifest in every generation, it only happened when the current host dies, so it can be passed to the new one, which so happened to be a feisty, strong-willed and opinionated young woman who was more than willing to kill for her goals and those she cares for. at the age of 16, she made the mistake of getting too attached to a tourist visiting one of the vacation spots on the main parts of her island, resulting in her losing her virginity and discovering she was pregnant a few months later. with the support of her family and village, she had her children and would not have been able to handle it without the backing that she had. as chieftess in training, her father and mother handled most things for her while she focused on her own children, but also growing up still given she had them so young. it was during this time that it became apparent that she was suffering from post-partum-rage, which was honed and harnessed into a deadly weapon to add precision and greater force behind her strikes. at the age of 18, she was brought to omni air international headquarters by her best friend, being told that her father wanted someone strong to represent his company in what was known as the kengan matches in japan. this didn't appeal to her too much, initially she refused, but when her home and tribe were threatened with extinction, her own children who were innocent, she had no choice but to comply. her best friend had no knowledge of this, and was unable to stop her father from forcing her companions hand, but it was no use, he would not budge on his decision. she was the strongest by far that he had come across, and he wouldn't let her slip through his fingers when he had the power to bend her to his will, no matter the rage and resentment he was building within his fighter. after saying her goodbyes to her one and a half year olds, her parents and her village, she set off to japan, where she found it hard to adjust to the culture and the language, resulting in many fights and brawls due to misunderstandings. it was during this time that she met several people who would become close friends and mentors to her, the relationships forming due to their close proximity from the kengan matches, as they were all participants in some way or another. the romantic relationships she did not plan for, and being the privileged person that she was, assumed that she would just be able to have both of the people who had captured her heart, not taking their feelings into consideration whatsoever. this was a result of no one taking hers into consideration for bringing her there in the first place, forcing her to fight for the lives of her people and not being allowed to lose no matter what. she cared very little for what people viewed as 'fair', even if she did love them.

extra . . — kyomi is ambidextrous, though the punches from her left hand hurt far more than the ones from her right, she believes most of her past lives were prodominantly left handed, which she finds awesome as hell.

— even after two years, the people closest to her, aside from sawada and wakatsuki, known nothing about her life back in hawaii, which is something that she prefers to keep due to her not knowing who she can truly trust anymore.

— though both ohma tokita and ichiro nakata have perminent places in her heart, if she was forced to choose, she would have to drop them both because she couldn't bear hurting one by choosing the other

— sawada interestingly enough knew kyomi before she came to japan, having met her a few times when he and his employer made trips to hawaii to open new stores there for murder music, as he was her body guard as well as fighter. the two clicked while she was pregnant, he was very kind and thoughtful when interacting with her, never once judged her and was there when her twins were born. he's a brother that she never had, acting as her protector and best friend all at the same time; the relationship she has with lihito makes him sick to his stomach but it's her life, and he refuses to say anything for fear of getting his face kicked in.

— she and raian have an unspoken rivalry, due to them both having destructive power, and her being referred to as 'the devil's match'. kyomi finds his blood lust entertaining and would love to fight him, him feeling the same with her, but having a bordering obsession with her as well, having to keep constant tabs on her and be aware of where she is at all times, something he does his best to keep hidden from everyone, including those in the kure clan. If anyone is going to beat her for good it would be him.

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After making her screen debut in 1989, Sandra Oh has enjoyed a remarkable career in both film and television. Although the versatile talent and 12-time Emmy nominated actress is best known for her iconic roles as Cristina Yang on Grey’s Anatomy and Eve Polastri on Killing Eve, Oh has also worked with some of the finest movie directors, including Alexander Payne, Steven Soderbergh, Mina Shum, John Cameron Mitchell, and more.

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As fans continue to enjoy Oh’s new hit Netflix sitcom The Chair, it’s worth recollecting her best movie moments for those who want to see more of the talented actress on the big screen.

10 Defendor (2009): 6.8

Peter Stebbings’ dark offbeat superhero comedy Defendor stars Oh as Dr. Ellen Park, a psychiatrist who gives hilarious facial and verbal reactions to the outlandish story relayed to her by Arthur Poppington (Woody Harrelson), an ordinary man moonlighting as a vigilante crime fighter.

Cut from the same genre-bucking, irreverent cloth as James Gunn’s Super, once Arthur confesses his secret life to Dr. Park, she convinces the judge to go easy on him and allow him to continue his heroic activity. When tragedy strikes, Oh shows how much heartfelt pathos she can portray by attending a touching ceremony for her patient.

9 Under The Tuscan Sun (2003): 6.8

Written and directed by the late Audrey Wells, Under the Tuscan Sun is a delightfully uplifting rom-com about Frances (Diane Lane), a writer who ups and leaves her life in San Francisco to live in Tuscany after discovering her husband’s infidelity. Oh plays Patti, Frances’ best friend who encourages her to travel to Italy.

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In addition to the gorgeous locations, breezy tone, and rich cinematography, Oh adds complexity to the story as Patti, a lesbian expecting a child even after her lover Grace (Kate Walsh) has left her. It’s Patti’s visit to Tuscany when she’s nine months pregnant that helps Frances find the courage to pursue true love despite the painful past.

8 Double Happiness (1994): 7.0

Oh made her feature film debut in Mina Shum’s must-see coming-of-age tale Double Happiness, in which she plays the lead role of Chinese-Canadian Jade Li. The intensely personal semiautobiographical drama shows how divided Jade is between her traditional Chinese upbringing and her modern Canadian lifestyle.

With a natural performance by Oh matched with the authentic, well-observed writing of Shum, the movie is a universally relatable tale of a person grappling with their own identity while trying to appease the expectations of loved ones. In her first film performance, Oh won the Genie Award for Best Actress in a Leading Role, proving what a titanic talent she has been from the start.

7 Rabbit Hole (2010): 7.0

John Cameron Mitchell’s Rabbit Hole is a bruising account of a family dealing with the death of a young child at the hands of a teenage driver. Nicole Kidman gives a memorable and towering performance as Becca, a mournful mother who begins to find solace by interacting with Jason (Miles Teller), the driver who accidentally took her son’s life.

Although she has a smaller supporting role, Oh plays Gabby, a fellow grieving parent who helps Howie (Aaron Eckhart) deal with his loss at the group therapy sessions he and Becca attend. With profound empathy for Howie, she becomes instrumental in his healing process.

6 Meditation Park (2017): 7.1

Twenty-three years after working with Mina Shum for the first time, Oh reunited with the filmmaker for the sweet-natured drama Meditation Park in 2017. The story concerns Maria Wang (Pei-Pei Cheng), an aging woman in the throes of an existential crisis upon suspecting her husband’s infidelity. Oh plays Maria’s daughter Ava, a mother of two who encourages Maria to reconcile with her estranged brother ahead of his wedding and break free from her husband’s hold.

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As another trenchant glimpse at the immigrant experience and a statement about the importance of women finding their own voice, Shum’s film is tender, touching, and triumphant.

5 Hard Candy (2005): 7.1

David Slade’s Hard Candy is a deeply unnerving glimpse at a predatory pedophile (Patrick Wilson) getting his just deserts when a teenager (Elliot Page) tricks, traps, and tortures him in his apartment. Oh plays the man’s neighbor, Judy Tokuda, admitting she only took the role due to her working relationship with Page, a fellow Canadian she worked with on Wilby Wonderful the year prior.

With most of the action set inside the inescapable apartment, the visceral terror of the violence that Hayley (Page) exacts on Jeff (Wilson) is met by the suffocating sense of claustrophobia, making for a really upsetting experience. However, the hugely satisfying conclusion helps atone for the squeamish and uncomfortable moments of carnage.

4 Last Night (1998): 7.2

The most unheralded of Oh’s top films happens to be Last Night, a mordant pitch-black comedy about the impending apocalypse and the rag-tag band of Canadians with differing views on how to react. With the end of the world set to strike at midnight, Sandra (Oh) tries to make it out of her stranded position in Toronto and reunite with her husband, Duncan (David Cronenberg). One bad thing after another ensues.

Weird, wild, and ultimately winning, Last Night boasts writer/director Don McKellar’s signature brand of dark humor and anarchic energy. As such, the film has become an unforgettable cult classic among those who’ve seen it.

3 Raya And The Last Dragon (2021): 7.4

With great respect and honor for the rich historical traditions of Southeast Asia, Raya and the Last Dragon is one of Disney’s most beloved recent animated movies. Sandra Oh lends her voice to the commanding role of Virana, the Fang chieftess and mother of Raya’s main rival, Namaari (Gemma Chan).

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With a moving story, spellbinding animation, and characters never before seen, Raya and the Last Dragon continue to soar in the hearts and minds of viewers.

2 Sideways (2004): 7.5

Directed by her then-husband Alexander Payne, Oh demonstrated her hilarious comedic chops in the indie darling Sideways, a character study of a failing writer at an existential crossroads. The boozy road trip follows Miles (Paul Giamatti), an uptight novelist, and his lecherous pal Jack (Thomas Hayden Church), as they hit Santa Barbara wine country on a tasting tour.

Praised for its excellent performances and light tonal touch between comedy and drama, Oh gives a standout turn as Stephanie, a cool sommelier who has a steamy love affair with Jack (whom she does not know has a fiancee). When she finds out, she goes absolutely ballistic in one of the movie’s funniest moments. The story is so sharply penned that it won an Oscar for Best Writing, Adapted Screenplay.

1 The Red Violin (1998): 7.6

Despite playing a bit role as Madame Ming in the fifth and final chapter of The Red Violin, the ambitious epic ranks among Sandra Oh’s most well-received movie to date. The film traces a famed 17th-century Violin from its creation in Italy to its auction in modern-day Montreal, and all that the instrument endured in creating some of the most beautiful music the world has ever heard.

Praised for its sumptuous set decorations and costume designs, Oscar-winning original music, intelligent story, and a throwback style of filmmaking that calls to mind the grand epics of the past, the resonance of The Red Violin is still felt today.

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TUA DISNEY AUs: Moana (Pt. XII)

(please understand that by AU, I mean they share an incredibly small amount of things in common with the original source material which I barely remember BUT the “story” takes place in the setting of the film) (not to be misleading or anything :p)

(BEWARE: murder?, i don't know i don't really remember, sorry, i guess, etc.)

(If you can handle watching Umbrella Academy, this will be fine for you.)

(Moana) Allison is in line to be chieftess, but she wasn’t always. She used to have six siblings, but they all slowly disappeared before she came of age, leaving her alone with her crazed father. He won’t allow her near the ocean, claiming it’s dangerous since it claimed her brother Ben’s life so many years ago, but somehow Allison thinks there’s more to that story than meets the eye (ears?)… and when Lila, the goddess of darkness, comes to claim Allison’s island, it gives her a chance to look for answers. She steals away in the night to save her home and her people, taking only Ray with her.

(Maui) Luther was banished and stripped of his shapeshifting powers when Lila’s heart was taken, as Reginald needed to blame someone for the goddess’ anger and Luther was the only choice - just he and Allison remained by that point and Allison had always been of more use. He now lurks on an island, waiting for Allison to come and bring him home.

(Te Ka) Lila was the dark to Eudora’s light. They were ancient goddesses who presided over all nature, but the sea goddess the Handler became jealous of their love and power and sent one of her minions to steal Lila’s heart, destroying the balance between the two lovers. Lila became bitter and angry and Eudora fell into a deep despair, the two of them separated for eternity lest some brave soul can bring them back together.

(Te Fiti) Eudora fell into a deep, sad sleep after losing Lila, and wakes only once a year to be nurtured by Diego, Klaus, and Five, who live on her shores. She will sleep forever, she vows, unless Lila is returned to her, but as much as Diego, Klaus, and Five want to save her, they cannot bear leave one another alone on the island.

Ray is a beloved healer on the island, a wiseman who can control the winds. Allison takes him with her because a guy who can control the winds is pretty fucking useful on a journey in a sailboat across the sea, and Ray follows her because he is deeply, desperately in love with her, and this is the closest he will ever get to telling her and he knows it.

Diego left seven nights after Klaus killed himself. He rescued Klaus, not dead after all, from the island where he found Five and the three of them made their own family and home together on Eudora’s island. They care for her together, and hope and pray for someone to come and save her soon. But when they recieve word from Ben that their home is dying, Diego finally leaves to go looking for Lila’s heart, kissing Klaus goodbye and leaving his husband and son to care for Eudora alone.

Klaus was the tribe’s resident crazy person, voodoo witch doctor, and herbalist who could speak to the dead. He fled home, faking his death by jumping off a cliff in front of a multitude of village people just a few nights after Ben died. The ghosts caught him, but nobody else knew that, and Klaus sailed as far as he could until he reached Lila’s island, where he found Five stranded. He stayed there with him, braving the furious ash and fire for almost a year before Diego found and rescued them, taking them to Eudora’s safe haven. Klaus knows he must remain dead to the world outside of his chosen family - Reginald wants to kill him, because he’s the only link to Ben. And Reginald can’t have anyone knowing the truth about what happened to Ben.

Vanya was kidnapped by (read: sold by Reginald to) Leonard, a patron of the Handler who kept watch over an island full of mortal women. Vanya fell in love with Sissy, one of the island’s residents, and helped take care of her son Harlan, who she had with one of the island’s overseers. The island is a volcano beneath the sea, and therefore impossible to reach without the Handler’s personal approval, but when Vanya starts a revolt and wins back the island, it seems like things are finally looking up. That is, until they’re not.

Five left first, when Reginald wouldn’t let him practice his magic. He was tossed about by the storms, and stranded alone on a timeless island for what felt like forty-five years before the Handler offered him a second chance in her waters. He accepted, but jumped ship as soon as he could, which happened to be on Lila’s island. He made friends with a lot of coconuts, all named Dolores, until Klaus showed up, saving him from his solitude. The happiest day of his life was when Diego came and got them off Lila’s island long enough to land them on Eudora’s. Five wonders if he’ll ever make it home.

Ben was drowned in the sea by Reginald when he was seventeen. He had found out where Lila’s heart was and intended to return it to the goddess, and Reginald, who had a deal with the Handler regarding an exchange of power once all of the islands were destroyed, killed Ben to keep him from ruining the plan. Ben encouraged Klaus to flee, knowing Reginald would kill him too, and has been by Klaus’ side ever since, working to save their home and people by bringing their family back together. It’s going… okay to be honest it’s going kind of shitty.

Hazel was perfectly happy living with his wife Agnes on their own island, all of their people lost to the Handler. But when Agnes became sick, Hazel made a deal with the Handler - Agnes’ life for Hazel’s eternal servitude. Unfortunately, Agnes passed away just as they shook hands, and the Handler can’t bring anyone back from the dead. Hazel lived on the island where Vanya was held in despair for years, eventually giving his life to give Vanya and the other captives a chance to escape.

Cha-Cha was an Amazonian warrior captured and brainwashed by the Handler into doing her bidding. She stole Lila’s heart, the only one capable enough to do so, and broke free of the Handler’s training the moment it touched her palm, the two goddesses’ influences canceling each other out. She now guards the heart where she hid it so many years ago, keeping it safe from the Handler and all her allies. To get the heart, you have to get past her - and nobody’s done that yet.

The Handler literally is the ocean. She is the ancient goddess of the sea, an incredibly powerful position, but was jealous of Lila and Eudora’s love and power and stole Lila’s heart as a way of taking that power for herself. Unfortunately, she can’t take any of that power until all of the islands are destroyed and Eudora dies, at which point Lila will be rendered obsolete.

Reginald is the murderous and psychopathetic chief of the siblings’ home island. They all hate him and he hates them. He made a deal with the Handler for infinite power and killed his own son in cold blood. He’s a bitch and we’re all glad he’s dead now.

Grace is the siblings’ beloved mother and is known around the village as a healer and a caretaker. Diego is reunited with her in the final battle saving her from Lila’s violent hand, only to lose her when she chooses to become the new ocean goddess once the Handler is purged from sea. But they still feel close to her, able to see her whenever they wish, however blue she may be.

Pogo is the wiseman who meditates all the time and gives both useful and useless advice. He is killed by the Handler when he won’t tell her the location of Lila’s heart.

Diego learns the location of Lila’s heart from Klaus, who learned it from Ben, and sets off to retrieve it and take it home to Lila. He wins the heart from Cha-Cha, earning her respect and trust when he passes her maze of hallucinations, choosing to save the ghosts of Five and Klaus instead of get his greatest wish. Diego is ushered from her island safely to Luther’s, where he gives the heart to Allison.

Ray and Allison share a dramatic, heartfelt confession and kiss just before leaving the island in a raging storm, in which Ray dies distracting the Handler long enough for Allison, Luther, and Diego to get away. They are taken in by Vanya, who has made her way to Eudora’s island, where Klaus, Ben, and Five wait. Reunited, the siblings return Lila’s heart and she and Eudora share a beautiful and tearful reunion.

They ask the goddesses to take them home, wanting no other reward, but find that their island is soon to be sunken beneath the waves, the Handler’s rage at losing her chance at infinite power bubbling over. An epic battle ensues, in which Klaus and Ben use their combined powers to kill Reginald and remove him from power. Diego saves Grace from the Handler’s wrath for having such meddling kids, and Cha-Cha arrives just in time to distract the Handler long enough for all seven siblings to come together and use their combined power to purge the seas of the Handler’s spirit, effectively killing her.

Grace makes the selfless choice to take the Handler’s place as goddess of the ocean, taken in by Lila and Eudora. The siblings grieve her, but she tells them she will always be close to them, and that they may visit her whenever they wish. As a sort of repayment for losing their mother, Lila and Eudora help Grace to revive Ray from the bottom of the ocean, returning him to Allison.

Allison becomes chieftess and Luther stands by her side as leader of the warriors, as does Ray. Luther learns to again harness his shapeshifting powers from the moon gods, who welcome him up in the sky with Ray and Allison and all his siblings whenever he wishes. Ray takes over as spiritual leader after Klaus chooses to step down and leave with Diego.

Diego trains in the ways of the warriors and Klaus practices magic until he feels strong enough to leave, and they set off to become pirates and find Five, who left a few years ago in pursuit of adventure and new, exciting knowledge. Ben, brought back to life as a merman by Grace as a gift for Diego for saving her, follows them across the earth.

Vanya finds the timeless island Five was once stranded on, now called Ogygia, and settles there with Sissy and all the other women once held captive by the Handler’s goons. They are effectively sirens, but are careful who they lure in, as sometimes Klaus and Diego come to visit without warning and Vanya would never want to hurt her family.

Cha-Cha takes off to travel the world alone, making peace with herself and her mistakes. She explores new lands and seas and finds joy in her new experiences, occasionally crossing paths with one of the siblings she knew once upon a time.

Lila and Eudora keep the balance as dark and light once again, dancing across the sea and making waves with their rhythmic love. They guard the siblings and protect their islands, and the earth sings with their joy.

Oh, and that dumb chicken is in here somewhere. Maybe Kenny’s mom.

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joculatrick · 4 years ago

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she-ra...but it's avatar....

au time babey

it's in the time of sozin + roku (it fits a lot better shh)

catra + adora grow up in the fire nation

they're in an elite soldier training program they were inducted into at 5

sw is their supervisor, a water bender that defected from the nwt for power

they never knew their parents

both are stars of the program, adora first and catra a persistent second despite her unique blue firebending

at one point in their late teens they go exploring farther from base than usual, deep into some woods bordering the ocean

adora starts to hear whispers. ancient voices telling her she has a purpose and worth outside of being a soldier, telling her to do something she doesnt quite catch

catra pulls her away, distrustful of the idea of voices and change and tries to dissuade adora from returning, and to avoid upsetting her adora pretends to concede

of course, she does return, and the voices coax her into bending air and discovering she's the avatar

shocked to her core, having been told that the avatar died out, adora is at a loss

suddenly she's wrapped in ocean water and out spring glimmer, the daughter of the chieftess of the water tribe, and her nonbender bff bow

the 2 snuck off a northern water tribe ship sent to spy on the growing fire nation army

delighted to have caught an elite soldier of said army, glimmer and bow are totally hostile towards their hostage

pleading with her captors, adora says she's the avatar and bends fire and air (a lil bit, shes a beginner)

bow and glimmer's jaws drop. the world had been alert for the avatar but the fire nation had claimed that a new one was never born so the world mourned

confused but warming to adora, b + g take her back to the ship and immediately their captain strikes a course back the nwt

on the way they discover how sheltered and abused adora was and start helping her heal, as well as bonding!! adora tries to bend water on the way but has very little success, it is her opposite after all

bfs rolls up to angella, leader of the nwt

unsurprisingly she's not eager to trust

but after some time, everyone basically adopts adora the avatar because she's just that lovable

meanwhile, in the fire nation...

with adora absent, catra finally gets to be first and graduates top in her program, becoming a commander of her former classmates

she feels utterly betrayed and abandoned by adora and takes on the task of hunting down and delivering the avatar to firelord hordak with vigor

she's accompanied in the task by scorpia, who as daughter of 2 general moms felt she had to inherit the mantle even though she's not much of a fighter

even though scorpia's a commander herself she's infatuated with catra and follows her command

eccentric IT genius entrapta, who built herself 2 prehensile arms attached to her back via harness, is often consulting the 2 and strikes up a friendship with them (super pal trio for life!)

now, back to the best friend squad and element learning:

adora's waterbending teachers are princesses glimmer of the northern tribe and mermista of the southern tribe!

glimmer is a talented bender but never the master her mom is no matter how much she struggles

she is a much better leader though, as well as a good friend

obviously adora struggles a lot with water, and that coupled with the nwt recieving dire messages from their sister tribe prompts the bfs to travel to the south pole

once there, they discover that the fire nation has been raiding the swt

after sending a message to her mother for northern reinforcements, glimmer and squad invite mermista, daughter of the chief and ridiculously talented water bender, to the group

(glimmer imagines herself mermista's rival and pushes herself wayyyyy too hard to try and top her. eventually, with reassurance and camaraderie with adora, she gets over it)

from there, the princesses + bow (as bow teasingly calls them) start the long trip to the earth kingdom

along the way - bonding, shenanigans including adopting pirate comedian seahawk, flirting (adora to glim, unknowingly, glim gay panics) ((seahawk to everybody)), bending practice (adora finally makes bubbles! and waves! she's ecstatic and splashes everyone constantly)

finally, they arrive at the earth kingdom!

it's adora's first time seeing a bustling city not made of ice and she generally just looks around in awe (glim thinks it's adorable)

how adora wishes she could share it with catra.

as representatives of the northern and southern water tribes, and the avatar of course, the group is invited to a fancy ball hosted by a powerful family

there, adora and fam run into catra, there as rep from the fire nation. there's dancing. and lots of gay tension.

the host of the ball is none other than frosta, recently orphaned and secret master earth bender (I went more based on personality than Princess Ability for the elements of the alliance members, and if you make a couple logical science jumps earthbenders could bend ice)

after adora and crew fend off some burglars that interrupt the ball, frosta is enamored and begs to join the group and teach adora earthbending

she does just that, with a healthy dose of tough love

at this point, the bfs are seasoned friends and formidable fighters

unfortunately, after a timely break and a few vacations, the pals hear a devastating message. "the fire nation attacked the north pole, trying the capture the moon spirit to control the source of water bending. the attack failed, but only because angella gave her life to stop it."

stunned, the group returns to the north pole. bonds are tested under the weight of glimmer's grief and impending responsibility.

once there, glimmer has her coronation ceremony and becomes distant and stressed, bending over the weight of a whole tribe to lead

after a tough couple months, adora feels her last element calling to her. glimmer pleads her to stay and help defend her nation but adora needs space to breathe, and doesnt feel confident as a protective force without well rounded bending knowledge. she leaves. bow accompanies her

the 2 journey to the western air temple, the closest to the fire nation, because it just feels right to adora. bow worries.

there they find perfuma, stalwart gardener and accomplished airbending student, the mysterious madame razz, and a young dragon named swift wind

perfuma teaches through learning WITH adora, and this method really helps adora find confidence and some inner peace, away from the chaos and demands of her life

finally having an animal companion also helps! he's fun loving and flies while she glides and is an excellent listener

madame razz speaks in riddles, but she helps adora learn about her past lives and the chakras. throughout this process adora accepts a lot of what makes her her, but she gets stuck on letting go of attachment

letting go of her friends, her found family, is tough, very tough, but even after she manages that she's still not there. there's only one face she sees and she doesn't understand how she hasn't let her go yet

meanwhile, in the fire nation...

the attack on the nwt was a huge success, mainly due to catra's tactics

however, her habit of challenging authority left her in a tough spot with firelord hordak from the beginning, and her control of this last battle was the last straw

he challenges her to an agni kai, claiming she undermined his authority

she wins

keeping sw as an advisor, she takes command, and her first target? the western air temple

all together now!

in the midst of adora's training, catra strikes

she slashes adora's confidence, back, and progress on letting go of attachment

the chakra is locked

catra ends up defeated, but only just, and only because glimmer showed up with a ship full of water benders and scorpia and entrapta defect

meanwhile, charismatic political leader prime leads his followers in an uprising, kidnapping catra and glimmer after the battle ends

captive at prime's estate on a faraway island, catra and glimmer bond over adora, rashness, and isolation. it's rough but at least they're not alone

desperate to save glimmer, adora and bow pile on swift wind and start searching for the elusive island

when they arrive, catra creates a distraction and frees glimmer, sending her to adora with a message not to return

the bfs is finally reunited, but adora is missing something. she confesses she wants to rescue catra and glimmer is right with her

with adora on the attack, sw bloodbends catra to fight her, finally throwing catra off a cliff. adora follows

shifting into the avatar state through pure rage, adora heals catra, beats sw, and takes catra home

catra bonds with the bfs and starts to heal, and her and adora slowly return to their flirty best friendship

glimmer and catra flirt up a storm "as a joke" (the only ones they fool are eachother)

adora knows they'll have to defeat prime. there will never be peace with him in power

they come up with a plan, but it mainly relies on adora sacrificing herself. adora knows it's her pupose

catra can't stay and watch, she can't

adora is heart broken

on her way to prime, she has a vision of catra, its tender and loving and it hurts

catra comes back. she passes glimmer and bow guarding the way. glimmer hugs her

right before adora enters the throne room, catra pulls her back

she kisses her

adora finally understands, and becomes a fully realized avatar, and uses the avatar state with control to defeat prime

catra and adora and glimmer and bow watch their world blossom with a new peace

#WOW that was long #my brother and i had Thoughts #i fleshed them out even more #wow #shera #fan

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josiewinters1999 · 5 years ago

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When Ice Melts: A Loki Fic (Chapter 2)

Loki x Original Female Character

Chapter 1

Contains: Mentions of death, angst, mentions in intense violence

Chapter Summary: Loki sits in his cell, deep inside the Great Temple, while his captor, The Cheiftess, decides what she is going to do with him...

A/N: Thank you to @mirukobecomingbothered for reminding me this project existed. Also, please bear with me on the art, I’m kinda a new artist and I’m still in the process of discovering ‘my style’ and what kind of look I want for this series lol. Stuff if gonna change a lot before I figure out what works. As always, enjoy and tell me if you like it!

Night had fallen and Willie picks at her dinner as Voorsha watches her from across the table of the dining hall in the temple.

Finishing his final bite, he wipes his mouth, swallows, and clears his throat before speaking, “Willie…”

Before he can say anymore, she finally looks up to make eye contact with her protege, “He didn't recognize me, Voorsha. He looked at me like I was a complete stranger.” Her eyes fall back to the bowl of stew beneath her, tears welling, “I’ve known him for over a thousand years and he looked at me like we’d never met.”

“Miss,” Voorsha sighs, sympathy for his master laced in his voice, “I know you love him, I can’t imagine the pain you must be feeling. Seeing him after all this time must have been enough pain without this.”

She looks up again into his blue black eyes, ones that match hers, “What am I supposed to do? He’s rotting in a cell I put him in,” she idly stirs her food, “but I can’t let him go either. I know him and if he leaves this city, he’ll just go somewhere else and wreak havoc on an unsuspecting population of people.”

Coughing slightly, Voorsha folds his hands respectfully, “May I give my advice to you, Miss?”

Willie nods, meeting his eyes once more, “You know I always treasure your advice Voorsha, you don’t have to ask.”

He nods in response, straightening himself, “If I were you,” the brown haired boy begins, “the chieftess of the last tribe of Galfreski, a woman with two kind hearts and knowledge beyond anything anyone in this city has ever seen,” this makes Willie smile at his words, “I would show this Asgardian what it means to be like you.”

The woman across Voorsha furrows her brow as he goes on, “Show him the responsibility of running a people, and show him what humility is,” He clears his throat once more, “On our many journeys across this wide universe, you have shown my young eyes many things. I have seen men like him; arrogant, prideful, power hungry. What he needs is to be broken. You need to break through his shell of narcissism and bring him back to the man you once spoke of.”

Listening carefully to his words, Willie nods, processing them. Usually, she would take Voorsha’s advice with a grain of salt. He didn’t always fully understand what he spoke of, though his intentions were always pure. He lives to serve his people and learn as much as he can to do so. It was what drew him to be Willie’s right hand in the first place.

“Yes,” Willie finally speaks after a moment of brief silence. “I believe you might be right, my boy.” She goes to stand, “I’m going to visit him, call a servant to clean this up, please.” With a nod of Voorsha’s head, a piece of his long hair falling into his face, Willie leaves to make her way to the dungeon.

***

Holding a small stack of folded fabric, Willie, in her usual night attire, makes her way back into the dark, cool, dungeon of the city’s Great Temple. The occasional heat of each passing torch on the wall gave her a sense of comfort and encouragement to speak to the only man in this prison of hers.

Descending the last stair, she walks through the arch and towards the only holding cell. It was a stone room with one metal door blocking the entrance. Metal was a scarce material on Galfreski and was only reserved for things of utmost importance, holding sacrifices, and now, prisoners, was one of those things.

What was she supposed to say to him? She knows what she wants to say but given the rather strange circumstances, she must keep up her charade for much longer. How long, though, is a mystery.

Approaching the metal bars on the cell door, she nods to the guard watching over Loki. Returning her gesture, he retreats into the darkness, leaving the two alone at last.

Loki, from within his cell, hears the second set of feet outside. Knowing exactly whose footfalls it is, he scoffs lightly, “Come to gloat more?” Willie grits her teeth, Loki always knew how to push her buttons, he was so good at it, even now.

“No,” she says blankly, “I came to give you something.” Opening the small grate at the bottom of the door, she stuffs the stack of fabric through to his side, “Some fresh clothes.” There is nothing but silence for a moment so she continues, “Here, clothing is based on occupation. You can tell what someone does for a living instantly based on what they’re wearing. Prince isn’t a job here so I found some traditional clothing fit for a warrior.”

At this, Willie watches as Loki slowly gets up and makes his way cautiously to the clothes she just gave him. He picks up the red, sturdy, fabric, holding it up to the light of the flames outside his cell. “It’s just a simple tunic,” Willie assures, “that and the traditional wrappings for your arms and feet, and a belt. I hope they fit well.”

Her eyes linger on him longingly, watching that familiar frame fondle the clothing, holding it up to himself, being gentle with his injured hand, “You’re a tad bit larger than the average Galfreskan, so it might be a bit short. If it is, let me know and I’ll have one made for you.”

At that last statement, Loki lowers his tunic and looks at the woman through the bars, “If you claim to know so much about me, you’ve threatened me with death, and you’re keeping me held prisoner in this dark hell,” he spits, “then explain to me why you’re being so…” he trails off, unable to find the words.

“So what?” Willie smirks, leaning against the wall next to the door, “So kind?” she crosses her arms, “I may be a tyrant at times but I do have the capacity for kindness Odinson. I care deeply for my people, and as long as you’re staying here, you’re one of them.”

He looks away, not being able to bear seeing her have the upper hand, “Nevermind,” he grumbles. This makes Willie hold back a chuckle, it really felt like old times, their petty arguments that ended in her winning always had him flustered and grumpy.

She watches him intently, his hair still matted with sweat and his face flushed from the heat. Despite being in the basement of the temple, the air was still most likely unbearable for a frost giant.

Loki glances back up, confused at her staring. Choosing not to comment, he instead changes the subject, “I mentioned I knew someone from this planet.” It was now Willie’s turn to look away, not yet ready to have this conversation, mostly because she hadn’t thought of what she was going to say.

“Yes,” she finally musters, “you did mention that.” She forces herself to look back into his green eyes, “What did you say her name was again?” He steps closer to her, almost desperate to know where his friend was, “Her name is Willie.”

Hearing him speak her name was almost music to her ears. It didn’t help that the way he said it was with such longing and concern. She pushes herself off the wall, taking a step away as Loki watches her, “I know her.”

With his healthy hand, Loki grabs the bars, “Can I speak to her?” he asks with desperation, “Is she here?” The chieftess shakes her head, “No. She’s not.” Loki only furrows his brow, “Then where is she? Can you call her?”

“I can’t,” Willie’s voice gets lower with each short answer. “Why do you want to see her so badly?” He removes his hand indignantly, “No reason, she’s just… an old friend of mine and I’m sure she could convince you to let me out of here.”

With a smirk, Willie laughs, “I guarantee she could not.” Loki’s face of annoyance is enough fuel to go on, “Willie can’t do anything.”

This makes him angry, “She can do more than you think. If you knew half the things she’s done you’d speak about her with a bit more respect, you disgusting pig.” It makes her heart swell to hear those words, even if he did just insult her. “Now,” he begins again, this time with more hatred in his voice, “tell me where she is.”

Willie thinks for a moment, biting the inside of her cheek. “She’s dead,” she finally blurts out. She swallows the shock of her own words, not being able to believe what she just said.

Her black blue eyes dart up to read Loki’s face. All emotion except shock was gone from it. His breathing stopped, as well as his heart. Even in the low light, she could see his eyes beginning to gloss over. He swallows, breath hitching as he speaks, “She’s… dead?” he shakes his head in disbelief, “No, she’s not” His anger wells again and he smacks the bars, “You’re lying!” he screams.

Sighing, Willie lets her arms fall to her sides, knowing now this is the lie she has to peddle, “I’m afraid not. Willie died quite some time ago.”

There is silence for a while, Loki stepping away from the bars, doing his best to contain his emotions. The one person he could always count on to be by his side was now gone. He sits on the stone bench to the side of the door, unable to stand on his own two legs anymore.

He wipes a hand through his hair, mind racing. “Dead…” he whispers to himself. Willie watches, regretting her choice of action already, but knowing it was probably for the best. “Did she suffer?” he asks, not looking up to the chieftess, soft concern in his voice.

Willie straightens herself, knowing what she has to do to drive him to where she wants him to go, “Yes she did.” This causes him to snap out of his soft sorrow and look up to her again. He says nothing so she continues, “She burned. Alive.”

The tears welling even more, Loki mutters softly, “What?” Willie sighs, shrugging as she begins to pace back and forth across the door to the cell, “Yes. I know you wouldn’t know this but a few years ago, there was a rather violent revolution that led to me being in the position of power I’m in.” Loki watches her intently as she continues, “On the night of the final battle, she fell into a pit of flames and perished.”

Loki chokes back a sob, instead clenching his fist and standing again, “You monster, you let her die.” Stepping up close to the bars, she stares him down, “I didn’t do anything, she did it to herself.” The next words spill out with the anger she held deep in her dual hearts for Loki’s foolishness years ago, “She was weak, and worthless, and deserved the fate she was dealt. Willie wouldn’t have lasted a day in my Galfreski.”

Reaching through to bars with his uninjured hand, he grabs onto her red robes, pulling her flush against the bars with all the force he could muster. The chieftess smacks her head on the metal as her face squishes. “Don’t ever speak of her like that in front of me. You don’t know anything about her. You claim to be kind but she was beyond kind. She would never speak of anyone the way you speak of her.”

He pulls his face close to hers, his breath hot on her blushing cheek, “If I ever get out of this cell, you can bet all your power that I’ll make you pay for what happened to her.”

She smirks, “You act as though I was the one that pushed her. She died fighting for me, you arrogant prince.” He spits on her, the warm liquid running down her nose, “Then you should show some more respect.” Willie only chuckles, “I can do as I please.”

With one last tug on her, Loki forces her away, sending her stumbling back for a second. She wipes the saliva from her face, her tone darkening once more, “If anyone should be showing respect here my dear, it is you.”

The chieftess straightens her nightgown, smoothing the wrinkles Loki caused, and flattening her long tousled hair, free from its usual updo. “Sleep well, Loki. I’ll be back for you in the morning. We have much work to do.”

She turns to leave but Loki shouts after her, “Work? I could never work with someone like you.” A sad smile graces Willie’s lips, “We’ll see, darling.”

***

The night was a restless one for them both. In their separate chambers, they mourned each other. Each one’s heart yearning for the other, joined together in their pain alone.

Loki lay on the cool stone, tears leaking from his eyes. “I’m sorry my love,” he mutters to himself in the dark, imagining the screams of his beloved as she went up in flames, “I should have been there to protect you, just as I always have.”

He turns onto his back, looking up at the black ceiling, the red stone being completely drenched in darkness. He wonders if Heimdall can see him, if his father, or his mother, are worried about him. Surely they cared somewhat.

Thoughts of him, Thor, and Willie flood his mind. A sorrowful smile overcomes him as the pleasant memories come back. The three of them were the best of friends, always smiling and laughing together. Part of him wishes life could go back to those simpler times. Willie and he were always running and hiding to steal a kiss, checking three and four times to make sure they were alone. They kept their love a secret, fearful of what others would think of a prince and a Galfreskan warrior falling in love.

And oh, how he loved her. Willie was the first woman he had ever loved, and he vowed she would be the only one. She understood him in ways he didn’t understand himself, she always looked past the mischievous brat his father saw him as to see the man he truly was.

Their love was one for the ages. She had crashed her space craft on Asgard over a thousand years ago, beaten and bruised. Odin, knowing of the supposed fate of her planet, destroyed by war and conquest, saw her as a brave soldier, and cared for her until she was healthy enough to leave.

He instructed his two sons to look after her. In the beginning, Loki had no interest in her. She was ignorant, spoke only English with a harsh accent, and was far too timid to actually converse with. However, as time went on, she began shirking time with Thor to spend with the other prince.

One day, she had followed him through the palace halls, her time on her home as a hunter teaching her how to be quiet and undetected, even in times like that. Her stalking led her to the palace library. Loki remembers seeing her jaw drop in awe. It was that day he learned she wasn’t as dumb as he thought she was.

From then on, the two spent many days in the library, reading all the books it had to offer. Many she needed read to her, as the language was one she didn’t know. At a certain point, Loki began to enjoy translating, seeing the way her red tan mouth curled up as she listened to the story.

They shared their first kiss in the palace gardens. The sun had been shining bright that day, a cool breeze blowing through the various flowers and trees lining the winding paths.

Sat under a shaded gazebo made of gold, they enjoyed the quiet of the pleasant day. Slowly but surely, their hands inched closer. When they finally touched, they looked deep into each other’s eyes. Neither was sure what they should do next, but eventually, their lips collided gently. They pulled away just as quickly, both blushing like mad.

Loki chuckles softly to himself at these blissful memories of love long lost. Lying on the stone floor in a prison cell on the planet she was born on, he wishes nothing more than to be in her arms again, gliding across the dance floor of one of the many balls his father held at the palace. The way her warm hands held his as they danced, the way her dark eyes stared so affectionately into him, was enough to make his heart swell to almost bursting.

However, knowing he’d never feel her touch or hear her soft voice ever again brought him immeasurable pain.

***

In her chambers on one of the upper floors, Willie lays on her straw filled futon, cuddled into her thin blanket, as she lays on her side. Staring to the corner of her room, she watches the glowing blue cube set upon a pedestal of stone that acted as an almost end table, despite there being no furniture in the room other than her bed.

What was she doing? How long could she really keep this up? It hadn’t even been a full day and she felt like buckling. How was she supposed to fake her feelings this long?

Throughout the past years since her return to her home planet, she had experienced many things. Things she wished upon no one. Things she wishes Voorsha hadn’t witnessed.

She sighs, remembering that night, the last night of the old system. The city state she now rules over was controlled by a tyrannical woman, The High Priestess. She used fear and ignorance to subjugate her people to do her bidding. Had it not been for Voorsha, then being just a young boy with dreams of peace, Willie most likely never would have been on top of the temple that night.

The day Willie finally made her return to Galfreski, she had noticed a change. It had been so long since she’d walked the red paved streets of her home, she barely noticed it was a change for the worse.

That day she met the boy, a boy with long dark and a fire in his eyes Willie felt nostalgic about. He introduced himself as Voorsha of the house of Veronski. The boy knew who she was, that she had been beyond Galfreski, an unheard of occuranceWord had traveled the city fast.

From then on, the boy snuck her to secret locations throughout the city, in the dead of night, when leaving your home was not only dangerous, but forbidden. Willie ended up meeting others with the fire in their eyes, other revolutionaries, and with some convincing, she joined their cause.

For months, Voorsha and Willie, side by side, planned their siege upon the temple, to take it back and give it to the people. Willie had hoped coming home would have been an act of peace, but her determination to have happiness for her people outweighed her desire for a quiet life.

The night finally came. The sizable group stormed the temple, the pyramid structure being their beacon of hope for a new era.

Willie remembers being the one who personally gutted the High Priestess. She dragged the old woman to the top of the temple, with the whole city watching, stuck a dagger into her throat and slit her from chin to belly button.

Her hot insides spilled onto the roof, fitting as that was where she had sacrificed many of her own kind before. The smell of raw meat filled the noses of everyone within 50 feet. It was a pungent smell that only fueled Willie’s rage.

When she told Loki someone had burned alive that night, she hadn’t been lying. Someone did burn, but it hadn’t been her. With one hard push of blood soaked hands, Willie cast the High Priestess off the temple and into the raging pit of fire below. She took most of her entrails with her, but the remaining ones were lazily kicked down.

The sound of her weak screams caused the crowd that had formed below to cheer. They all looked to Willie, the blood up to her elbows and her knuckles cut and bruised, as a pillar of strength. Later that night, she was crowned their new leader.

It was never supposed to be that way. Willie never wanted this. The responsibility was so much for her to handle. She is an old woman now, despite her youthful appearance. She had no capacity for patience like this, but for her people, and for the look of pure adoration in young Voorsha’s eyes, she’d do anything.

So from that day until now, Willie ruled over her people with a kind yet firm fist. Much damage had been done to her people’s culture that she intended to slowly fix, and may whatever god was out there strike her down should she fail.

But even after all the violence and death Willie had lived through, she still found herself struggling to process Loki’s return, no matter what form it was in. Even now, he had complete control over both her hearts, he just didn’t know it yet.

#loki x reader #loki #loki fanfic #when ice melts #loki x ofc

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hildorien · 5 years ago

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A Rom-Com in Dom-Lomin.

Ataniweek Day Two: Edain.

I wrote this because Morwen and Hurin deserve a whole lot of love. They aren’t a fairy tale romance, they don’t get a happy ending, but they were deeply in love and deserved a happy ending. Only the best for the true Gomez and Morticia of Arda.

@ataniweek

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It was no secret who Hurin, son of Galdor, loved more than any jewel in a noldor's private coffers. She was black as night and a true beauty. Sadly, she was colder than ice and had a tongue sharper than the best sword but Hurin only saw his whole universe in her. Even from the age of six, he met her dark brown eyes and that sealed his fate. He had always tried to impress her.

He climbed trees he shouldn’t have, to impress her.

He picked fights he couldn’t win, for her.

He wrote a love letter after love letter, each one more dramatic and bad as the last.

Morwen, for her part, had adored him too then and until the end of her days. It was said she regarded him as her first friend in a new and scary land she had to flee to in rags. She did not see pity in his eyes, only the shine of the sun and a mischievous tint and that meant everything to her. After that small act of kindness, it was like God, himself, granted them his blessing to go and be in love.

They had been together for years, not once did one’s heart wander away from each other. Not even the flowers found during his entrapment in Gondolin could make Hurin wander. When he returned from that place, his brother at his side, the cold rain of north east Beleriand bearing on him, he saw her on the battlement like a spirit of war with only a lantern and a cloak. He made his way through the gate, leaving his brother in the dust and ran to where she stood.

He smiled, “you waited for me.”

“You are late.”

“I’ve always been late, my lady,” he laughed stalking closer to her to cup her cold cheek in one hand. “But I hope you can forgive me.”

In her grey eyes was a fire as she spoke, “make it up to me then, Hurin.”

He smiled and kissed her, dipping her slightly despite the rain, he felt so warm as her arms wrapped around his neck. Pulling away and gazing on her soft, smug smirk, Hurin realized something.

He wanted to marry her.

Now.

But the words didn’t escape his lips before Morwen started pulling them down the stairs towards her house.

It had been a month since he returned from Gondolin and he still couldn’t find the words. He stalked around his house, his brother giving him tired look.

“I think if you just asked, she’d say yes.”

“I can’t, everytime I see her, I just freeze.”

“Fearsome Hurin, son of Glador, taken down by the steely gaze of his true love,” Huor mocked as he bit into his apple. “What a horrible things to have bard write about you, utterly pathetic.”

Hurin smacked him, “I’m being serious and don’t mock me when you can’t even talk with Rian.”

“She’s just too nice!” He whined out, his words slurred by pieces of apple that flung out of his mouth onto the table.

“Whatever,” Hurin snorted and sat down, his head in his hands. It was then that a tired Galdor came walking through the door; despite his disposition, he looked amused at his two young sons.

“I heard your hennish squawking from outside boys. What are you fighting about now?” He asked.

It was noted that Huor resembled his father more than Hurin did. He was tall like Galdor. Huor often spoke like Galdor, respectful and metaphorically. It was something among the Edain that was labeled as very Elvish; as to hide your feelings behind words and riddles rather than giving a straight answer. Even sometimes as they grew older and older, people mistook Huor for Galdor if he was looked at from the back. Most days this minded Hurin not, he did not mind being smaller than most (even smaller than Morwen), or that he was loud on the border of being too loud, or that he was blessed with his mother’s Haladin features but there were others were he wondered if his father wished the two brothers had been born with Huor as eldest (therefore heir to his legacy ) and him as youngest (the spare).

“It’s nothing important father, just,” Huor gave him a smug look. “Hurin’s just being a ninny about asking Elfsheen to marry him.”

He picked up an apple and lobbed it at him. “Don’t call her that she hates it.”

Galdor laughed, “it’s a complement to her beauty.”

“She hates it, so I hate it.”

“Devotion is a good trait to have,” his father said absentmindedly, “but please stop lobbying apples at your brother.”

“I will when he stops being an ass.”

Huor stuck out his tongue like a child.

“Then that will be like waiting for the sun to rise in the west.”

Hurin’s face broke out into a smile while Huor's turned to horror. “Father!”

Hurin imitated his words in a whiny tone, “One-Almighty! Sometimes you're so pretentious. You never called him father before Gondolin, just say Da, like a normal person.”

“The Elves in Gondolin call their Da’s ‘father,’” the younger boy mumbled munching on his apple.

“You aren’t an Elf, Huor,” Hurin rolled his eyes.

“Okay, enough boys,” Galdor put his foot down. “So you are serious about Morwen?”

“I’ve been serious since I was a babe, Da.”

Galdor smiled, “that may be true. But have‘ye asked Emeldir yet?”

“Emeldir?”

“She is Morwen’s keeper, is she not? That bear of a women,” he said with a roll of his eyes almost out of habit, though a friendly and loving lent never left his voice. Galdor and Emeldir butted heads, but it was like Hurin and Huor, a sibling relationship. The strong chieftess of the Beorians had enamoured the settlement of Dom-lomin with her striking inability not to die, not from illness, or grief. She watched over every child she brought with her as if they were her own. No one was more enamoured by her than Hurin’s own mother Hereth. The two were thick as thieves. Hurin imagined it was because Emeldor reminded his mother of the women from her youth in Brethil, who she missed dearly.

“I have not,” he gulped.

“I think it would be best if you asked her before you did anything impulsive. You wouldn’t want to upset the bear women of the Beorians by asking the hand of one of her favorite wee ones without even so much as a notice?”

Hurin could see his body very clearly thrown in a ditch somewhere where no one would find it if he did that. Nodding to his father, he made plans to visit Emeldir in the coming days.

Emeldir’s house was uttermost east of the main village of Dom-Lomin. It was located near the land designated for holy sights where festivals would happen, the highest vantage point of the whole main village. Now it was called the Grey Corner, or the Beorian Quarter since that's where the refugees located themselves. His father had given them full range to live wherever they wished, but they wished to remain almost separate from the rest of them all. Some found it odd, other a little insulting, but Hurin somewhat understood, the best he could. They had lost so much. All they wanted was a place to rebuild and remain Beorians rather than just another section of the people of Marach or Hador. He grew to see as a very Edain way of doing things; coming into a new land and making it yours despite someone else threatening to overcome you and make you them. It was early that morning when he went, the sun had barely came over the peaks of the mountains when he reached the steps of the Beorian’s chieftess' house. It was given the name “white-den” by him and some other children back in Hurin and Morwen’s youth because it was made of white wood and some children had been sure Emeldir had been one of those Bear shape changers. Hurin wasn’t one of them, but if he was going to find out if he was wrong, it would be now.

Knocking on the large door, he heard a soft “come in!”

He opened the door, he saw Rian coming down out from the kitchen area. The house was rather dark still, silent. He hoped Morwen wasn’t home.

“Oh! Rin-rin,” she cooed, her clothes were covered in dirt and she held a hoe in her hand. Hurin gave her a small smile and gave her a small hug. She refused to call him anything less than the name she gave as a babe. “Morwen isn’t home.”

“Ah,” Hurin smiled, “I am actually here to talk to Elemdir?”

Rian blinked, and cocked her head to the side, “why?”

“I needed to ask her a question.”

“Ah, I see,” Rian smiled, her smile was soft and shiny; utterly polite and coy. It was a ‘princess’ smile, Morwen called it. Sometimes it was hard for Hurin to understand that she came from the same family that produced Morwen and Elemdir. She was more of a flower than the cold rock the rest of her family was. She was somehow still soft, sweet on the eyes and the ears, more interested in singing and dancing than politics. She was a folk tale princess come to life, that is what his brother always said about her. He had always fancied her, respectfully from a distance. The two of them dancing around each other, constructing their perfect folk tale romance. It all seemed like too much work for Hurin’s take rather than to be not subtle about his feelings and have a constant bedmate. For that reason, she was never Hurin’s type.

“She’s in the barn. You can go around and see her.”

“Thanks Rian.” He turned.

“Oh and Hurin,” she called after him as he walked off.

“Yes?”

“Don’t let her scare you,” she winked. “She’s all bark and no bite.”

Hurin laughed. She may have been more a flower than a rock, but she was still a Beorian.

If there was ever a moment that defined who Elemdir was as a women, it was right now, Hurin thought to himself. She was wearing her typical black dress (that she either wore for mourning or she wore to be even more terrifying than she was), her hair was outfitted with beautiful beads and clips, her face was lined with wrinkles and her hair was looking more silver each day and yet she looked like a chieftess, no, a true Queen worthy of the throne. However, it was juxtaposed against the fact that her hands were stuck in the guts of a deer as if she was common hunter. She barely looked at him when she grunted welcome at him at him.

“Hello Hurin.”

“Hello Chieftess.” He bowed, still, respectfully as his mother had taught him.

“Why are you here?”

“I have a question for you,” Hurin squirmed.

She ripped the heart out of the animal, “and that would be?”

“I would like to ask Morwen’s hand in marriage.”

She threw the heart into a bowl, the blood splattered onto Hurin’s face. There seemed to be a chill in the air the moment the words left him. She looked at him as if examining his very soul, not a single emotion on her face. Hurin frowned.

“Is you're silence a no ma’am?”

She raised up a bloody gloved hand. “I have a question for you before I give you my answer.”

“Yes ma’am?”

“Do you love her?”

“More than the sun, moon, and stars. She’s my best friend.” Hurin spoke his cliche words with sincerity. It was the truth, and for that, he was not ashamed.

Softly a smile appeared on her weathered face, “then the answer from me is yes.”

Hurin knew he wanted to cry but he kept his face stoney as to not embarrass himself. “Thank you, Chieftess.”

“I cannot say she will say yes, though,” Emeldir said evenly.

“Even if she does not,” he smiled. “I will have her know she is the only woman who will have my heart.”

With that he turned to leave, before Emeldir called out for him, so he turned back to her.

“Your a good man, Hurin. You remind so much of my husband and my son, both of whom are lost to us all now, please,” she pleaded. “Don’t gamble away your life away for stupid reasons and leave my little one heartbroken and weathered like I am.”

“I will try not to, Chieftess.” That was all he could offer her in these times.

“That is all I ask you to do.”

It was a rush of happiness since that moment. He tried to ask Morwen to wed him so many times it was almost a joke by now but each and every time they fell short. Every time something was wrong. They were either failures on his part put to get the words out or nature ruined the moment. It just had to be the rainy season when he got his okay from Elemdir. Though sometimes much worse ruined any goodwill and happiness in Hurin. The pyre he stood in front of said it all.

“The smell of burning flesh is horrible,” Hurin said to himself as he watched his father’s body become ash with the rest of the fallen. He was chief now, and yet he still felt like a child. Too much like a child to lead his people, too much of a child to have lost his father. He felt as if someone had extinguished his flame with ice water and left him to languish in the bitterest winter blizzard. He couldn’t even comfort his mother or brother, he could barely comfort himself. He was being hailed as a hero, but what kind of hero couldn’t save his own family?

He cursed everything when he lifted his father’s body to the wise women and men to clean his body. He wondered why the One Almighty would take good men like his father away them but keep Morgoth and his monsters around to kill those good men.

In his anguish, he felt something touch his shoulders. It was fur.

“Standing here in the cold doesn’t bring them back,” Morwen was stoic as always as she stood next to him. She had left the mob of wailing women still singing funeral songs that had long had the Edain sung when they lost someone too early. Her grey eyes staring into his soul.

“Fighting didn’t do anything either. Nothing does.”

“You did what you could.”

“Then why do I feel so cold?” Hurin asked, his voice was rough and mean and he practically barked at her. She didn’t seem very impressed.

“Because you love so strongly, and you care, and you hate to lose. But loss is a part of our life, Hurin, that’s the fate of mortals like we are. We cannot linger with what we did, what could have been done, the what ifs, we can only keep going. Let the dead be dead, but do not die with them. That is what I have learned.” She it all like it made sense.

“But I, too, have lost my father, my mother, cousins, aunts, and uncles. I know loss, Hurin. This is a new experience for you, but the pain will always be fresh no matter how many times it happens. He was your father, you are allowed to feel pain, allowed to feel cold, allowed to cry. I never allowed myself to cry, and it only brought more pain. I was in so much pain before I met you Hurin, but you taught me that crying and that the pain I was feeling wasn’t weakness and neither is yours now.”

“Chiefs shouldn’t cry.” Hurin said weakly, his eyes shadowed and glossy.

She looked at him, a soft and warm hand went to his cheek. “But Hurin, son of Galdor, should.”

With only a few words, she had unravel him. He broke down; ugly wet streaks came down his face, he scooped her up in his arms and sobbed. Her arms tangled around him like wisteria on a wall. He slept with her that night, nothing happened, it rarely did these days. They weren’t kids anymore and he was increasingly more busy. Eventually being Chief got easier after a year, the pain dulled, and then after two he was finally starting to get the gist of this thing he was groomed his whole life for. It helped that Morwen was at his side constantly, a beorian through and through her mind was made for this kind of work. She could neogate and organize with the best of them. She was often the logic to his emotions, his blue to his red, often just smarter than him.

One night, they sat together late into the night piecing together Taliska and Sindarin documents and talking about crop rotation under candle light when Morwen paused and stared at Hurin.

He laughed, “was it something I said about the peas?”

“I’m tired of waiting, Hurin.”

“What do you mean?”

“Hurin, will you marry me?” She reached inside her cleavage to pull out a ring.

His jaw fell open.

#morwen #hurin thalion #the children of hurin #children of hurin #turin turambar #silm #silmarillion #ataniweek #edain #house of hador #house of beor #rian #hour #atani week #fanfic #tea with milk

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serendipitys-lie · 5 years ago

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Daughter of the Village Chief// H.H. x Female Reader Pt. 1

Warnings (throughout story): Slight mentions of sexual things, sexual misconduct, rape, and cuss words.

Wow so lowkey this is kinda bad and there’s not a lot of Harry in this right now but this is more of a intro chapter and a setting up the story chapter to what’s to come! If anything confuses you feel free to dm me. I also take requests so please feel free to ask as well :)

Summary: Being the daughter of Moana did have its perks from time to time. The ocean who once was a friend of hers had now grown to be a friend of yours and you wouldn’t have known what you would’ve done without it. However one day might come to pass where you will need to know the truth about your past. The real truth. Because all though you had been swimming with the ocean and talking to tefiti all your life, being at auradon was about to change everything and bring the biggest twist to your life, that your mom might not even be your mom and that a certain pirate was soon to be someone to love and not to hate.

“28.... 29..... 30!”

Suddenly light, light everywhere as you took your hands off your eyes and took in all the sights to see.

You were currently in a game of hide and seek with your favorite friend, the ocean.

“Hmmmm I wonder where you went ocean....” you began, sarcastically looking around. “Maybe..... there! Got you!”

Pointing at the water, suddenly the ocean seemed to rise up and nod in response. You laughed at the body of water, clearly it having no where else to hide every time so you were always destined to win.

“Alright how about best 50 outa 100?” You asked, tying up your H/C locks up.

“Yeah I don’t think so little one”

You froze at the voice already knowing who it was.

“Hey Uncle Maui! I was just about to go to bed I swear but isn’t the sunset just so beautiful? haha...”

You tried so hard to stall your time but your Uncle always could see through just like he could with your mom.

“I’m sorry Y/N,” he began. “You have a big day tomorrow remember, first day at a great school with great new people! Better than being stuck on this small little island village for the rest of your life! Now come on, you need to be in bed right now so you can wake up early tomorrow and wish everyone bye.”

The new school he was talking about was in a kingdom called Auradon, meaning that the school was obviously fit to be called “Auradon Prep” run by a King named Rolland and his wife. You wanted so desperately not to go, you weren’t a princess or elegant at all! You were adventurous, outspoken and the daughter of the village Chieftess, yet you would have to fake a smile and go anyway to please your mother and make the village proud.

You sighed and bid the ocean goodnight returning to your cot and resting for the next day.

When the morning did come you made sure to wake up extra early to do all your favorite things on the island for a final time. You helped Hei Hei escape a crazy cook, played tag with Pua, hide and seek with the ocean, and had a lovely girl talk with Tefiti to whom you poured your heart and soul out to.

It was soon time to leave and You hugged your mother tightly, tears pouring down your cheeks. You really would miss the island, a friend as much as the ocean and much more, a home.

Saying your goodbyes to everyone, a black limo then pulled up, the royal car to Auradon. Out stepped a young boy, no older than you, who looked to be about fourteen or fifteen. He smiled a bright smile at you, the creases of his eyes going up in the process.

“Hello I’m Ben!” He exclaimed. “I’m the soon to be future king of Auradon. It was my idea to invite you to join our school, I’m trying to branch out to more students from around the world and you just happen to be the first person I chose! I’m really glad you’re joining us and I hope we can get to know each other some more and become good friends!”

He stuck his hand out for you to shake smiling all the while long. Shy and like a small child, you hid behind your mother slightly peering over at him. You couldn’t help but stare into his eyes. You saw something in them, almost longing, as if in for a friend. You swallowed any ounce of fear you had and walked forward towards him grabbing his hand and watching his smile somehow increase even more.

“I’m Y/N. I hope we can become good friends too.”

~~~~~~~~~~

About three to four years later and here you were. A young woman, sprawled all over her bed, studying for a stupid final that was going to kill her.

“Ughhhhhh” you groaned out in frustration.

“Come on Y/N it’s really not that hard I promise!” said your roommate of almost three years now Lonnie. She was a beautiful girl and was one of your closest friends. Being the daughter of Mulan gave her excellent agility and intelligence as well.

“I know it’s not but it’s just... UGHHH!!!” You screeched in annoyance and anger at the problem on the paper.

“Knockity Knockity! How are my favorite princesses doing?” you heard a voice say, looking up at the doorframe to see it was only the new king and your first ever friend, Ben.

“Ok one im not your favorite princess for sure, and two Y/N is the daughter of the Chieftess! Not a princess.” Said Lonnie knowing how annoyed you’d get whenever someone confused the two.

You slowly perked up from the bed at the sight of Ben. You never got to see your best friend due to all of the new duties he had and all the new students he had to deal with.

“Ah Mr. Bennie Boo! How can we help you?” You said teasing him with the nickname his ex Audrey used to call him and his current girlfriend Mal, who kept it alive.

“Haha funny” he began, “hey I actually wanted to ask you a personal question Y/N/N...”

“Oh sure! Of course! Lonnie can you give us a sec?” You asked your brunette friend with apologetic eyes. She simply nodded and smiled leaving, probably going to find her crush Jay and talk with him more.

Ben took a seat next to you on your bed and suddenly became serious.

“Y/N... it’s about Mal. Something has been off with her lately and I don’t know what! I’m asking you because she seems to trust you a lot and tell you everything and I just need to know what’s happening... am I doing something wrong? Is she not happy with me?”

It was true, you and the VK kids had gotten very close when they arrived at Auradon. At first they seemed to hate everyone but because you guys could relate very well with both feeling new to the place and since you weren’t so girly they eventually almost took you in as a VK yourself.

You assured Ben it was nothing and told him to give Mal some space. Yes you knew what she was going through but couldn’t just give away all her secrets to him and betray her trust. You just told him she was going through things and needed to think alone.

He sadly smiled but agreed with your advice, talking a bit more about how life had been treating both of you before he had to return to more kingly duties that awaited him.

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About two hours later and you were still having no luck in studying for the stupid final that awaited you. Because Lonnie had decided to bring Jay to your shared room to talk and giggle, rather loudly might you add, you simply moved your self to Mal and Evies room thankful no one was there so there would be silence.

Yet not even two minutes after you got there Carlos arrived with duke in tow ready to chill and play around with the dog. When you had first met the VKs you had to admit you had an adorable little crush on him but now... now it was so much more. You began twisting your hair around your finger from the ponytail it was in nervously but tried to remain calm none the less.

“C-Carlos” you began, “as amazing as you are and as much as I love duke I’m really trying to study! Do you think you and duke could possibly play at the park?” It hurt to ask that as the truth was you really didn’t want him to leave but you just needed to study. Little did you know it hurt him a bit too.

“Sorry, I promise to be a good boy and listen to you ahaha” he said getting ready to leave but coming over for a hug before he did so.

“Atta boy! Good boy!” You said playfully giving him a hug and a nice, gentle rub on his head. This definitely earned a small content sigh from the boy but he simply played it off as nothing more.

“I’ll see ya later Y/N/N!” he exclaimed now happy and ready to play with duke. You chucked to yourself and prepared to continue studying when not even ten seconds later Mal came bursting in hyperventilating.

“FUCK STUDYING ITS NEVER GONNA GOSH DARN HAPPEN!!” you swore frustrated at this point but then immediately softened as you saw one of the closest friends you had here burst down in tears. You immediately ran to her side and engulfed her into a hug which she returned sobbing all the way.

“Mal, Mal! Girl are you ok?! What’s wrong? What happened!?!” You asked bombarding her with multiple questions.

“I don’t belong here” she sobbed. “I just wish I could go back to the isle, I can’t be the perfect princess they want me to be...”

you knew you shouldn’t have said it but you were desperate to make your friend happy. You’d do anything to see her smile... even if it meant it could hurt Ben in the process...

“I can take you there... follow me”

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And now you were here, at the edge of Auradon overlooking the sea and the isle of the lost sitting on it.

“How are we supposed to get there? This is stupid Y/N.... you don’t have any transportation at all, any magic, nothing! We’re just standing here on the sand and it’s itchy and cold!!! Why did I ever agree to this....” Mal ranted upset and over the whole situation already.

“You’re right I don’t have a vehicle, I don’t have magic, or pixie dust, or a mermaid tail or nothing. I’m an ordinary person. But I do have one thing. I have an old friend...” you stated, satisfied with your answer and began walking towards the water. Mal rolled her eyes thinking you had completely lost it, waiting for your feet to hit the water when suddenly they didn’t and you were walking further and further out and the water around you was retracting more and more.

“Woah....” she gasped amazed at what was happening to her friend.

“Hey... long time no see huh?” You said meekly at the walls of water surrounding you. A mass of water rose higher above you, getting close enough to where you could feel drops on your face, and it nodded.

“Ocean... I know I haven’t spoken to you in a while and I miss the island and you and Tefiti and Mom and Maui and...” you stopped, realizing you were ranting and paused for a bit before continuing. “I need you to help me and a friend cross. We need to get to the isle. I know you might feel forgotten for all the years I never spoke to you but I really need this old friend... I always thought about you and really have wanted to talk! I just haven’t had so much time but I love you and I need this... I promise... once it’s all over I’ll come back and we can play hide and seek like the good old days haha...” you finished with teary eyes and a hopeful smile.

Mal watched in amusement at the sentimental scene playing before her. The mass of water inched closer to you and sucked up your

H/C locks into a swirl of water as if to playfully tease you. You giggled and took that as a “yes” and an “I forgive you” urging Mal to edge near so you both could cross.

After introducing the two you had made it closer to the isle and one more step closer to Mal’s happiness. What you didn’t know however was it was also one step closer to revealing who you truly were.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

As you were wandering on the shore of the Isle with Mal you began to discuss more of a plan to everything. After bidding farewell to the ocean you both would go to dizzy tremaine’s salon and give Mal a new doo and you some new “blending in” clothes. It was really the only way to not stand out in the giant crowd of thieves and beggars.

When you had finally arrived at the place Mal shared a long over due reunion with the little girl and introduced you to her. She was quite kind to you despite it being the isle and gave you a bunch of leather outfits covered in spikes to make you fit in more. To add a finishing touch she let your hair down, letting some natural curls fall all around you. You thanked her thousands and told Mal you were going to go out and explore to which she warned you to be careful and then let you leave.

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Among many annoying sketchy shops you came across while wandering the isle you found something that drew you to it. A voodoo shop. One that could tell things about you that you didn’t even know.

You couldn’t understand why but next thing you knew you were walking inside the green door to the very sketchy shop. As you looked around you saw a very young girl who looked about dizzys age. Once she saw you a smile spread to her face.

“Hello miss! Step right up! Have a seat! I can tell you things you’ve needed to know your whole life” she said with a gleam in her eye. And so you did. You sat in the seat at the red clothed table and watched her intently.

“Pick a card any card!” She exclaimed. “You can’t see the card but I will. I’ll read whatever facts are on the card about your life.” You knew there was no way any of this could be true but you just simply nodded and picked a random card anyway.

“Well miss lets see... Definitely not a princess but definitely not a VK either so more in the middle. Daughter of a Chieftess I’m guessing huh?” She asked. You nodded again.

“Well” she continued, “you like the water and the ocean is a friend of yours. You are really close friends with a certain group of VKs and a certain King may I add. and.... woah! What do we have here! Some family history and drama!”

“W-what? What is it?” You began more curious and curious to know what could possibly be wrong with your family.

“Honey have you ever asked about your father?”

“N-no” you responded. You had always wondered about that. Your mother never seemed like the type to settle down or fall for a guy but yet you were still here somehow.

“Honey I hate to break it to you,” she started. “But your mother isn’t your mother. Your real mother had you and couldn’t keep you and so she tossed you in a basket into the sea. The ocean washed you up on the shore of the island of your mother and that’s where your mother adopted and raised you.”

“W-what!?? But then... who are my real parents! What happened what....” you couldn’t think straight, your mind was a mess of thoughts.

“You’re mother was a kind soul. A Native American named tiger lily born and raised on Neverland. She was a daughter of a great chief as well and fell greatly in love with a man. Eventually this man broke her heart and left her for another girl leaving your mother devastated. When he finally wanted to have some fun again he... I’m so sorry.... he raped your mother and created you... Tiger lily in fear that he would find you and hurt you sent you away to where the ocean saved you.”

You could not breathe! Everything was getting tighter but you just had to know one more thing.

“Who... who was the man?”

“They call him.... Peter Pan.” And with that you were out. You slammed some money on the counter and ran, running as far as you could away from everything. Tears began to spill down your cheeks, the world feeling all too small. You despised your father.. how could he? And how could your mother never tell you? What was happening?!??

You were so focused on every new thought swimming in your head you didn’t notice someone was walking in front of you and you crashed right into them.

#harry hook imagine #harry hook #decendants #disney #disney decendants #decendants 2 #captain hook #what am i even doing #imagines

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loominggaia · 6 years ago

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OKATOGG AND HULUSHKA, DIVINES OF BATTLE

(lore under cut)

MORTAL LIVES

Okatogg and Hulushka are from two different villages, both located in Buffalo Hills, Wokina. These tribes were at war since long before either of them were born. The reasons were long forgotten, but it mattered not. Okatogg was the warrior chieftess of the ogre tribe, while Hulushka was the military captain of the centaur tribe.

These two fought viciously, launching raids on eachothers' people over and over. Okatogg and Hulushka would raid, rebuild, repeat, for twenty years. They personally crossed weapons many times, but it seemed they and their warriors were too evenly matched.

One day while the two villages were locked in a furious battle, a sudden tornado blew over the hills. Every single villager--centaur and ogre alike--were killed in this natural disaster. Every trace of their civilizations was sucked up and flung into the sky.

The land was left barren of peoples. That is, until one year later when both Okatogg and Hulushka awoke in the hills as if from a nap. They were unscathed, seemingly granted divinity by the Spirit of Gaia.

DIVINITY

Neither Okatogg nor Hulushka had villages to return to. Everyone and everything they knew was claimed by the weather. Rather than spend the rest of their eternal lives in loneliness, the two were humbled by the disaster and decided to make a truce. They traveled the land in search of a place to call home. When they couldn't find one suitable for them, they made their own.

These two built the foundation of what later became the Bormek Commonwealth. Their divine powers inspired curiosity and worship from nearby tribes. At some point, colonists from Matuzu Kingdom and Zareen Empire arrived and boosted the kingdom's numbers. In time, it would grow into one of the Great Kingdoms.

Okatogg and Hulushka eventually married and ruled Bormek Commonwealth together. They reigned for centuries until one day they bit off more than they could chew. They declared war on nature itself, inspired by Zareen Empire’s great power and success in doing so. But where Zareen succeeded, Bormek failed. The nymphs of Wokina retaliated and swiftly brought the Bormek Commonwealth to its knees. The kingdom collapsed into a state of total anarchy, and as a result, Okatogg and Hulushka were chased back into the wilderness by their own enraged people.

Perhaps they were warmongers, and perhaps their people had turned on them, but at least they still had eachother. Today, this odd couple roams around Wokina in search of battles to fight, for fighting is all they truly know. They have no reason to fear death, and so they jump into conflict with reckless abandon, trying to defeat the nymph menace and win their peoples’ hearts once again.

They relentlessly try to revive their dead kingdom, convinced that one day it will rise to its former glory. The rest of the world is not so convinced.