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mother-above · 10 months ago

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I'm Not The One For You

Azriel x Reader

Summary: Azriel has been stressed at work and decided to hit the bars with his brothers. He gets so drunk that he may have forgotten what his love looks like

Warnings: fluffy with some spicy implications

WC: 1.1k

*masterlist*

a/n: I've been writing some heavy things and needed a break. I hope yall enjoy this short fluffy piece! xx

The sound of heels clicking on cobblestone joined the myriad of sounds along the Sidra. The city was lively, and all types of music and chatter filled the crisp air in Velaris. As you got closer, the bass at Rita's was getting louder. You, Morrigan, Amren, and the Archeron sisters were glowing from the spa's lavender-scented oil and dressed to the nines. After an afternoon of well-deserved pampering and last-minute shopping, it was time to meet with the boys.

You were wearing a dark blue mini dress, the material sparkled and reflected light with every movement of your body. The black strappy heels matched with your manicure and pedicure.

You were vibrant and ready for the night out with your mate and friends. Work had been tiring, especially when it was your job to organize military exercises with other Courts armies.

Excited to step into the bar, you grinned as the music vibrated all around you. Scanning the dance floor, your grin spreads when you see your blue-siphoned mate absolutely smashed and tearing it up on the dance floor with his brothers and other partygoers. Happy to see him relaxed, you go over to the bar to order yourself a drink before joining Azriel.

Despite being known as the “quiet one,” Azriel loved to dance and party occasionally. Work had been stressful lately, so he let loose and drank to his heart's content. Females and males were coming up to him all night asking to dance with him, but he refused, and if they got insistent, he’d give them the “sorry, you’re lovely but I’m married” speech. Everyone was always respectful and backed away, after all, he was the Shadowsinger.

It wasn’t even late but admittedly, Azriel drank too much, and his wild erratic dancing proved the point. His brothers and family teased him from afar, even Elain was poking fun at the drunken shadowsinger. In the corner of his eye, a female in a short blue sparkly dress approached him. Smelling like lavender, the female slid an arm around his waist and pressed her body against his.

You were about to bop to the beat of the music when Azriel stopped dancing and ripped himself away from you. The movement was so sudden, that the cocktail in your hand splashed droplets on the floor.

“Az? What’s wrong?” you asked wide-eyed.

“S-sorry, I’m taken. I’m just waiting for my wife,” he slurred as he deliberately turned away from you and started dancing again.

Startled, you looked at Cas, Rhys, and the girls and you burst out laughing. You pointed an accusatory finger toward the Illyrians.

“He doesn’t even recognize me! I can’t believe he’s shit-faced this early!” you weren’t mad at the boys, just highly amused.

Tapping Azriel on the shoulder, he turned, and you gave him your most dazzling smile. “I haven’t seen you all day and this is how you greet me? I’ve been wanting to dance with you, love.”

His eyes run down your body appreciatively, his gaze slowing around your thighs, he’s always loved your thighs. You gave him an encouraging nod, but he was still clueless.

Bringing up his left hand, he shows you the golden band around his ring finger. “I told you I’m married, see? She also happens to be my mate.”

You stifled a giggle and stepped closer to him. Surely, he would recognize your scent, right? You grabbed his hand and let your fingers trace the scars, he loved it when you did that.

In complete shock, he snatched his hand away after a few seconds.

“Look, you’re beautiful but I’m not the one for you. I would walk away before my mate gets here. She’s Night Court’s best warrior and I’m afraid she won’t let you get away with you bothering me so much,” said Azriel, his lips pressed into a line.

You started laughing, your handsome mate was so loyal. You can’t believe he would have sic’d you to flirty females. His family, who were listening to the whole thing, was snickering as well. Rhysand pinched his nose highly regretting pre-gaming at the townhouse, at the time it was a great idea.

Azriel squinted at his family when he realized they were laughing at him. “What?!”

Rhysand clapped a hand on Azriel’s shoulder. “Brother, you’re so drunk that you don’t even recognize your own mate!”

Azriel’s eyes furrowed as he looked at your beautiful twinkling face, your lips forming into a smirk. Azriel tugged on the bond three times, and after a short beat, you tugged the bond four times. It was something the two of you did, the first person tugged three times and the four tugs meant that the second person loved them more. Clarity burst through his intoxication and when he realized, he tipped his head back in laughter.

Moving closer to you, he pressed his lips onto your temple and murmured an apology against your skin, this was the last time he was going to drink this much. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he placed a hand on your waist and the other on your bum. You turned to place a kiss on his cheek and then his lips.

He squeezed your body, and you pressed your lips on him again. “Why do you smell like lavender? No wonder I didn’t recognize you, I hate lavender!”

“That’s the oil they used on our massage today,” you said. A slower song was playing so you swayed with Azriel. He held you tight as you gazed into his eyes, melting at the sight of the brown and greens melting together.

After a few more hours of partying, it was time for you and Azriel to go home. Smelling of sweat, booze, and lavender oil, the both of you opted to bathe together.

You relaxed and laid on Azriel's chest as he took the loofah and scrubbed your skin. He said he wanted you to smell like yourself again and insisted that the bath water was to be changed for the two of you to properly soak. Now that the suds smelled of your favorite soap, he pulled you against him and he closed his eyes.

“Az?”

“Yes, love?”

“I’m really happy to know that even when you’re shit-faced, you won’t ever cheat on me.”

A growl rumbled in his chest, his hand splayed across your stomach and held you tighter. “Why would I do that when I’ve got the most perfect person in the world in my arms?”

You blushed; he always knew how to make you feel loved. Turning around to straddle him, you bent down to capture his lips. Who were you to question his logic?

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betterthanyalls · 2 months ago

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hey betty wetty bo confetti

How’s about Ares x Reader in which she’s the daughter of Odysseus and and and she’s defending Telemachus & Penelope from the suitors and after getting into a fight with Antinous or however u spell his name, she meets Ares somehow?

BTW DONT FEEL PRESSURED OR FEEL THERES A TIME LIMIT - TAKE YOUR TIME 🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵

Okay love ya 🤩🤗

that nickname concerns me BUT HIIIII so ion know how good this is :sobs: , i made it in the span of like 2-3 hours from a burst of motivation. HERE YOU GO TAKE THIS AS A LATE BIRTHDAY PRESENT

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Warrior's Blood

Ares x Reader

EPIC: The Musical ~ Oneshot ~ Action

Words: 1.4K

Published: 11-3-2024 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A loud belch sounded from the palace’s dining hall, followed by boisterous laughter and unorganized yells. The princess of Ithaca glared down the hallway while she stalked past the dining hall to her destination of the training grounds. “Men,” a loud voice called, the speaker standing up on a wooden bench, “we have been waiting for the throne for far too long. Can’t you see we are being played?”

Y/n slowed her pace, taking a peek into the crowded room to see the one suitor she hates the most speaking. Antinous.

“I say, we take the throne. That boyish prince and his sister only stand in our way to the queen. Once we are rid of them, we shall have full access to the crown." Cheers and yells followed quickly. The onlooking royalty sneered in disgust. Normally, Y/n would only walk away and tell her mother about the new plan, but something inside her felt different—an urge to fight, a need for conflict.

Taking a step into the light of the hall, Y/n cleared her throat.

“What would my mother think of this? Threatening to kill both of her children and then seizing her by force?" Y/n had to keep from gagging, not only at the idea of their threat but also the horrid stench of the room.

Antinous turned to the princess with a look of pure murder and flame.

“Well, if it isn’t the weak girl. If you speak even a word of our plan, I will rip you limb from limb so you can meet your father in the underworld,” he stalked towards the younger girl with a vicious grin. “Now that I’ve thought about it, how about we begin that plan now? Starting with you.”

Y/n was wise enough to duck down, blocking an oncoming punch, only to be nailed in the gut with his knee. Falling to the ground with a sharp gasp, she was pulled to her feet by her hair. “Come on, girlie. You had the strength before to challenge me; where is it now? You’re as weak as your father.”

Staggering and getting out of his grasp, she pulled up a loose fighting position. The princess narrowed her eyes at Antinous’ insults while taking steps back to match his steps forward. Y/n tried to find some sort of strategy to take him down, like how Telemachus taught her. Her brother would always say to fight with wisdom, but there was no wisdom anywhere near this fight. Strategy only works if your opponent has strategy too. Antinous was anything but a planned fighter.

So with her next best option, Y/n grabbed a nearby vase and chucked it at her rival's head. She missed, making Antinous even more angry. With a yell, a foot made contact with her stomach, throwing the princess to the floor and her head hitting a pillar. Pain shot through her entire body as she struggled to regain her breath.

‘So, I did this easily. Thanks for the amazing lessons, Tele.’ Her mind wandered, forgetting about her approaching opponent as she took a glance at a nearby wall. There, up high, hung a tapestry by her mother. The twelve Olmpyians were displayed with divine glory. Glory that could help Y/n not die, if only they saw her. With nothing left to lose, the princess sent up a silent prayer before deciding to help herself.

With much pain and huffs, Y/n managed to stand on her feet once more with a sway.

Antinous offered a loud laugh, ricocheting off the stone walls.

“You just can’t stay down, can you? Do you not want to see Odysseus in Hades?”

“Don’t you dare speak my father's name,” she hissed through gritted teeth. She leaned onto the pillar with one hand while her other held her hurt stomach. Something other than pain burned inside her—a yearning to see him hurt, to see Antinous suffer.

A new energy boosted her body; her muscles didn’t feel as sore, and the pain was dissipating. Deciding not to question this, Y/n dodged another punch aimed for her jaw. With fast footing, she grabbed a spear off the wall beside her and countered another punch.

Antinous grabbed the spear to rip it from Y/n’s grasp. Quickly, Y/n pulled the spear closer to her and kicked Antinous in the ribs. Instead of knocking him down, he only stumbled back.

‘Left’ A voice spoke in her mind. Y/n was about to question the order until she noticed Antinous barreling towards her and instantly followed the demanded direction.

Dodging a swipe of his sword, the princess swung her spear down at the man's knees, causing him to trip. Looking down to where he fell, a sudden push of rage flowed through her veins.

‘Blood’

She didn’t need to hear the voice again to know exactly what to do. With momentum, Y/n brought the weapons head down into Anitnous’ thigh, earning a scream from the male. She ripped the weapon from his flesh only to bring it down once more with another bloody cry. Her thoughts seemed barren except for a new order from the unknown voice.

‘Stop’

That order only seemed to boost her adrenaline. Stop? She couldn’t. Not with all this pent-up anger and frustration she felt for Antinous. Y/n needed to make him learn where he stood as a guest in her kingdom. But as she raised her spear once more, the voice barked a command louder and all her pain and exhaustion rushed in.

‘STOP’

In an instant, her spear clattered to the floor as Y/n held her head with a groan. Antinous was being tended to by his fellow suitors, who had opted to stay on the sidelines. With labored breaths, Y/n managed to stumble away from the dining hall and towards the empty training grounds.

Exhausted, she slumped to the sandy floor and leaned her back against a rack of swords. Her eyes shut against the glaring sun as the royal attempted to regain her breath. To her pleasure, the heat was blocked by a sudden shadow. The young adult cracked open her eyes to see a darkened figure wearing the full armor of a Spartan soldier. A mixture of emotions flooded into her soul as she recognized the nation's armor. Was this news of her father from serving beside the Spartans? But her hope was snuffed out as the familiar voice spoke.

“Stand up.”

She wanted to argue, but something in her felt compelled to follow the instructions. So, shakily, Y/n stood up in front of the warrior. From a new angle, she could see the stranger's identity. All breath escaped her lungs as she recognized the being from similar statues and paintings.

“Ares.”

The god, who towered over her with his divine form, smirked at the recognition.

“Indeed. I’ve seen your skill, princess of Ithaca. You fight well,” the god of war stalked around the girl in a circle, seeing her state after the fight.

Finally, the two pieces connected in her mind as she turned to face him.

“It was you. The voice. The orders. That was all you.”

“You follow orders well, except for when you’re told to stop. I like that sort of fight.” Ares stood tall, power and bloodlust radiating off him as his armor seemed to brighten a bloody red in the sun’s light.

“Why’d you stop me anyway? You are the god of bloodlust, are you not? I could’ve killed him and solved the whole problem!” Y/n argued, upset at the missed opportunity.

“Have you forgotten the laws of hospitality? You would have been punished harshly by the gods had I let you continue. Not even I can defy those.” He glared down at her with warning. In response, she looked away with a defeated huff.

“Why’d you even help me then?” She grumbled, looking at the nearby swords; a few training weapons had begun to rust from limited use.

"You have the ambition needed for the battlefield. Why would I let such skill go to waste with no proper mentor?” This caused Y/n to look at him instantly in shock, meeting the gaze of a grinning god beneath his helmet.

“Mentor?”

“Y/n of Ithaca. You fight to protect. You fight to the last stand. That is a warrior’s blood. Like your father before you, you have the makings of a legend.” Ares held out his hand like he was shaking for a deal. “Become my champion, and I will help you become stronger than any opponent you shall face.”

Y/n thought it over for less than a few seconds before grabbing the gods hand in her own and shaking them up and down.

“Deal.”

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downthe-f4ndom-rabbith0le · 7 months ago

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Always Been You (Dick Grayson x Reader) - Chapter 4

Always Been You (Dick Grayson x Reader) Reader Insert: she/her pronouns Word Count: 5438 Warnings: death, violence, fighting, bloody wounds, angst, infuriatingly oblivious love interest, slowburn Spoilers: Young Justice Seasons 1-3 plot partially, but it ended in 2022 so catch up.

Y/N Prince - miracle daughter of Wonder Woman and Steve Trevor - and Dick Grayson - first adoptive son of the Batman himself - have been best friends since day one. They went to school together, trained together, kept each other's alter ego secret from everyone else, and they founded the Young Justice alongside their friends together.

But as time progressed, Y/N and Dick grew up and Y/N found herself wanting more than friendship with Dick. But he never seemed to indicate that he reciprocated her feelings. And when Wally died and Dick abandoned the team, Y/N realised he never would. So she heads to the one place she knows will help her become a stronger warrior so that one day she can take her mother's place: Themyscira.

Two years after his leave, Dick reaches out to his old friends to help him with a mission. But when he finds out Y/N left too, he chases after her in the hopes to bring her back.

However, when the two finally reunite, it isn't as warm as he hopes. Not to mention Themyscira becomes under siege as they go to war against Echidna, the Mother of Monsters in Greek Mythology, and her army of monstrous children.

Will Dick and Y/N be able to put their past behind them and save the Amazonians' homeland? Or will they fall, unable to tell one another their true feelings?

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Dick stood on the pure white sands of Themyscira, though he did not recall how he got there. But he could not mistake the marble columns and houses higher up the mountain side, nor the crystal blue waters with the odd looking fish swimming. Without ever stepping on the great island before, Dick knew.

It felt like home.

Once Dick realised where he was, he realised another thing. He was alone. Where is everyone? he thought, deciding to walk along the beach in search of someone, anyone.

'Hello?' he called loudly, but the stone walls of the mountainside just echoed his voice back at him. And there were no stairs leading off the beach that he could find. He was truly alone.

Dick stopped when he realised it, accepted it. Devastation threatened to swallow him as the white sand did his feet. The ocean waves lapping the shore quieted for a moment, giving space for laughter and music to dance in their place.

Dick looked longingly up at the buildings on the mountainside. A childish want to join the party overtook him, and his mood soured even more, feeling left out of something huge.

'Nightwing.'

The call of his name cut through all other sounds, silencing the rest of the world so Dick could focus on the source of the call. He swivelled, hope pumping from his heart to the rest of his body, to find the most gorgeous of women standing before him. Only - her face was obscured so he could not make out her exact features.

'Nightwing.' Her voice was like smooth velvet, like soft thunder rumbling his name into the electric air.

'Y-Yes?' Dick wasn't sure how this woman knew his vigilante name. He wasn't in his Nightwing attire, just civvies.

The woman started walking towards him in answer. With each slow, deliberate step she took, her image changed before Dick's eyes. She started off muscular, then grew curves, then was small and petite, then grew to stand taller than Dick himself. One moment she was childish and youthful, the next a frail and wrinkled elderly lady.

Her hair changed colour and texture and style too, as did her skin - as if the light of the sun from different angles highlighted everything this woman was, and what she could be.

She remained faceless all the while, for not just one woman could be every woman all at once and have the same face, the same history.

But by the time she stood before him, she'd shrunk to just under his eyes, her hair morphed and her skin changed shades again until the woman started to look familiar.

Still faceless, the woman reached a hand up behind Dick's neck and brought him down so she could whisper in his ear. 'Wake up.'

'What?' He didn't understand. He was awake - wasn't he? But more importantly, why did the woman sound like Y/N?

'Nightwing.' Now that she was talking right into his ear, her voice was clear as day. 'Wake. Up.'

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Dick's eyes flew open as he gasped, as if he'd been holding his breath for too long. He blinked a few times to adjust to the darkness flooding his vision. He quickly realised it was nightfall, and he was staring up at the night sky through a circular hole in the ceiling.

He sat up quickly and realised that was a mistake, as a throbbing pain pounded in his right temple. He hissed as he laid back down, gently brushing his fingers against the sizeable egg that had formed above the injury.

He was briefly distracted as someone removed his hand from his temple, and placed a cool cloth in his hand, then pressed it back on the source of his pain. Dick released a relieved sigh as the coolness eased the throbbing slightly.

'Thank you,' he half said, half whispered, tilting his head to the left to see his saviour.

The only light that filled the room were bowls of fire situated atop pillars all around the circular room. There was a slight breeze, making their flames dance and cast a myriad of shadows around the room. But from what Dick could make out, there were other beds like the one he was situated on - ones of stone, pillows and fabrics - and a table of instruments and tools beside each one.

He didn't recognise the place, which had him searching the face of the person at his bedside more earnestly, wanting answers. But he was not met with the gentle smile nor the soothing voice of an angel.

Instead, he made eye contact with a very stoic and silent Y/N, her bright (e/c) eyes cold and unfeeling. Not even the firelight could cast a flicker of warmth on the expression she looked down at Dick with.

'Y/N,' he groaned, trying to sit up.

'You shouldn't do that,' she said, and her voice was just as stoic and monotone. 'You were hit... quite hard.'

Dick ignored her and pulled himself into a seated position so his back pressed against the back wall. He was relieved to find he was still in his civvies from when he arrived on the island.

'You mean you hit me quite hard,' he countered, pressing the cloth once more to his temple with a slight hiss. 'Not the kind of welcome I was thinking of...'

'Well I certainly hope you didn't expect a big parade or fireworks in your name,' Y/N bit back, keeping her voice low and contained, something she never used to do before. 'Besides, Themyscira doesn't usually get visitors. let alone male ones.'

'In that case, I'm sorry to... disappoint?' Dick wasn't sure what to say. This was a far cry from how he imagined seeing Y/N again.

'A bit too late to be apologising now, isn't it?' Y/N asked, and Dick couldn't help but feel she was indicating to something else. But before he could answer, she continued, stoically, 'Don't worry about it now. Rest up. The Queen wants to speak with you as soon as you wake up. And believe me when I say she is not so easily charmed as other women.'

Dick's heart thumped faster with confusion and fear. This was all going so wrong. Where were the hugs, or even the slaps to the face and the screaming? Anything but this... coldness.

Just as Y/N was walking to the doors of the infirmary, Dick called out to her. 'Hey, wait.'

To his surprise, Y/N did stop, though she only gave him a slight turn of her head so she looked over her shoulder at him. He didn't care. He would take anything. 'It's good to see you.'

Y/N didn't respond straight away, but when she did, Dick questioned whether or not he should've listened to his friends' warnings.

'A sentiment that, I must say, is not shared,' she replied coldly, then proceeded to walk out of the room, giant wooden doors clanging shut after she left.

Dick suddenly became unaware of his throbbing temple as he stared at the doors where Y/N just was. Instead, he became increasingly aware of the twisted feeling growing in his stomach.

He wasn't sure what it was, but it kept him up until the early hours before sunrise, into which he had three hours of dreamless sleep before some women in white robes and pinned or braided back hair woke him up.

They greeted him with gentle smiles and soothing voices, checking he was all right before they prepped him for his chat with the Queen. Any other occasion he would've tried to charm the beautiful women who did not praise him, but treated him with an innocent kindness that he imagined they treated any and all with.

But he still felt as if he was going to throw up, and his mind was preoccupied by the startling image of Y/N's cold, unfeeling eyes staring back at him the previous night. She'd never looked at him that way before. Similar to M'gann, Dick wasn't even sure Y/N was capable of such indifference.

And yet, she'd looked at him just that way, and it stung more than any injury he could imagine.

He'd been allowed to wash and dry himself, and put his dirty civvies of jeans, boots, white t-shirt, and black bomber jacket back on. Then the women sat him in front of a mirror and combed his dark hair, tidying him up one final time before a guard of six strong women came to collect him from the infirmary.

The six women flanked him as they led Dick through the palace made of white marble. If it weren't for the rich colours in the rugs and the wall dressings, the place would be as cold as the sea water lapping the shoreline. Women of different sizes, skin colours, and ages milled about the palace, each of them greeting the guards warmly before looking curiously and even fearfully at Dick as they walked by.

Dick did not let their looks distract him from the real worry ahead of him, though.

Soon enough, the guards and Dick reached a giant set of doors with gold intricately painted over the door and on the archway around it. The front two guards stepped up to open the doors, and stepped aside to allow the rest of the party to enter a spacious room.

Actually, a room wasn't the accurate description for it. There was a ceiling and a floor, but the walls constituted of a few pillars holding the ceiling above the floor, allowing a stroking view of the rest of Themyscira to surround anyone in the room. From the city just below, to the mountainside further along, and then the sand and ocean at the bottom.

Every aspect of Themyscira could be witnessed from what Dick assumed was the throne room, for at the far side of the room was a simple but intimidating throne made of marble, intricately designed to have vines and fruit pop out along the arm rests, and swords and shields to support the back of the throne. Only two people occupied the room other than Dick and the six guards: Y/N - who stood beside the throne in the same leather uniform as the other guards, sword strapped to her hip - and a regal looking women with with ebony hair that billowed out behind and over her white cladded shoulders.

Grey streaks striped through her hair, and Dick could make out a few smile wrinkles on her forehead from where he stood. She wore a white cloth that wrapped around her body as she sat on the throne, pinched by a golden belt that matched the golden leaf crown holding back her hair from her face.

Though she sat down and looked smaller than Dick, she radiated a power that he even recognised to be respected. As the soon as the doors closed, the six guards kneeled to the floor and placed one arm over the chest as they bowed their heads.

'Our Queen,' the said in unison, and suddenly Dick felt very self-conscious as he looked around at the women then looked up at the Queen herself made eye contact with him.

Dick looked around at the women kneeling before their queen. Either he was hit harder in the head than he thought and he could somehow understand Greek suddenly, or they somehow knew English this whole time.

Either way, Dick rushed into a flimsy kneeling position. 'Y-Your Majesty,' he stuttered, hiding his cringe as he kneeled. The first time you meet a queen and you stutter? Good work Grayson, he internally berated.

The Queen offered a kind but hard smile. 'Please, rise, young man. Any friend of my granddaughter is a welcomed guest here on Themyscira.'

Dick's eyes widened, looking to Y/N for confirmation. 'Granddaughter? So... So that would make Y/N-'

'A princess of Themyscira,' Y/N answered monotone. 'But I can assure you, Nightwing, that I do not consider myself exempt from work because of the newfound title. I believe in strong connections, on working with others and creating a strong unit with which to fight alongside.'

Y/N looked directly at Dick, her eyes piercing his as if asking a silent question. What about you? Do you believe in the same?

Dick didn't know why he felt slightly ashamed, but he did, and feeling a great need to be rid of such a compressive feeling, he stood upright once more and addressed the Queen directly. 'I was informed by your Princess that you wanted to speak with me, Your Majesty.' Dick dialled up the charm - opened his arms in offer, and let a loose and charming smile curl his lips upward. 'I am yours to question.'

But the Queen only offered a half-smile in return, amusement never quite reaching her eyes like Dick was used to when charming other women.

'How... noble of you to think you are helping us out,' the Queen said, arms resting peacefully on the throne's armrests, but her eyes locked Dick to the ground with their intensity and fire. 'But let me make one thing clear. You are our guest because I deem it so. I'm sure you are well aware that our island isn't meant for man or mere mortals. You are not meant to be here, so it would be wise of you not to take our hospitality for absolute fondness or security.'

While always the usual jokester, Dick had always understood from a young age when someone was being serious with him. And especially when he wasn't the one in power in a situation such as this.

Dick nodded his head solemnly, and mustered up his most serious expression and voice to express his sincerity. 'Of course, Your Majesty. How can I help you?'

'Well, to begin with,' she said, pleased with his new compliant demeanour, 'you can start by telling us how you found Themyscira.'

'Through old sailing legends and odd encounters fisherman have had in this area,' Dick answered, briefly looking at Y/N as he continued. 'My friends and I collaborated and researched and came to the conclusion that this area - an area which has no volcanic or underwater mapping of any kind - would be my best bet at finding the island. That, and some reporting of odd-looking fish.'

Dick couldn't help but laugh at how ridiculous he sounded. 'I'll admit that was a stretch, but one of my friends comes from the sea himself. I trust his judgement on all things sea-related.'

The Queen nodded her head thoughtfully, and Dick wondered if she was impressed by his deduction. 'But if others have been swayed for hundreds and thousands of years by our defences, how come you were not?'

Dick went to answer but quickly stopped himself. Blinked once. Twice. It was a good question.

'I-I don't know, Your Majesty,' he admitted. 'All I know is that, one moment I was talking with Alfred - a guardian of sorts, but he's pretty much family - and then I hit something invisible, twice actually, and my line to him was cut.

His gaze flickered between her and Y/N, who looked at him with a mixture of annoyance and curiosity. 'We were discussing your Princess, actually. We were just hoping she'd be out here, that's all.'

'Is that why you've come, then?' the Queen asked. 'To speak to my granddaughter.'

'Well, not just speak, Your Majesty,' Dick said. 'I wanted to recruit her for a mission back home.' He spoke directly to Y/N then, eyes locking. 'We could really use your help. I could really use your help, Y/N.'

One of the guards beside him raised her spear to point at his neck. The tip of the blade was a hair's breadth away from his bobbing Adam's apple.

'How dare you talk to our Princess directly,' she growled. 'Show some respect.'

Y/N raised a hand up. 'Easy, Calliope,' Y/N said with a soft but commanding voice that resonated like a melody through the room. The guard - Calliope - looked long and hard at Dick until she eventually returned to her post beside him, quiet and still.

Dick allowed himself a steadying breath. How many times can I be almost killed in the shortest span of time? he asked himself, before looking back to Y/N.

'If talk is what you want, Nightwing,' Y/N said for the whole room to hear, 'then talk is all you shall get. But if you intend to take me back with you, then I am afraid your breath will be wasted on words I will not hear.'

'But, Y/N, you don't even know what I am going to say,' Dick objected, disbelieving that Y/N Prince - Wonderess, his best friend for nearly a decade, the one person he always thought would be there when he needed her - was looking down at him now with no warmth, no familiarity, no room for hope and belief.

Y/N opened her mouth to speak, perhaps berate him and shun him more, but the Queen interrupted. 'He has a point, dearest,' she said, and gracefully rose from her throne.

Immediately, a guard was there helping her down the few steps from the dais that held the throne. Now that she was standing, Dick saw how her robes drowned her, and imagined how frail she was underneath it all. She spoke and appeared strong, but obviously immortality had its limits. Even the strong had to age at one point.

'We shall leave you and our guest to discuss your... personal matters,' the Queen explained further, looking between Dick and Y/N with scrutinising eyes. But she was quickly hurried out of the throne room, leaving Dick and Y/N alone together for the first time in two years.

Dick hated the silence that seemed to suffocate them, but he couldn't find the words to breathe new air into the space. So he just looked at her. She was both entirely the same and entirely different at the same time. She'd gained more muscle in her arms and legs, her face had sharpened with maturity but not to the point she looked harsh. She looked fierce, and the leather skirt, sandals, and plated armour top alongside her sword certainly added to that effect.

Dick had always found her fierce, the most fierce out of their entire team when they first formed. It had sometimes just got lost when she laughed, when she smiled, when she didn't know modern world slang because her mother never knew either.

But she wasn't smiling now, nor laughing. Now, she stood before Dick, the picture-perfect warrior, as if she was born to be as such.

As if it were her destiny.

'So...' Dick started, hoping Y/N would set the ball rolling.

'So,' she echoed back, her tone unamused and bored.

'So...' Dick found himself repeating, then realised she was never going to continue, so he did. 'There is a huge problem with the illegal trade of meta-humans and meta-human testing globally-'

'I am aware, I was fighting it when I was still with the team,' Y/N interrupted, her words unfazed, unfeeling almost.

Dick internally winced at his mistake. 'Of course you were, sorry. So anyways, there is this royal family who-'

'I don't care to hear about your problem, Nightwing,' Y/N cut in again, this time with annoyance and anger threatening to sharpen her words. 'Nor do I care that you infiltrated our island, crashed on our beaches, and waltzed into my people's home with swagger and self righteousness.'

Now Dick was getting annoyed. 'Stop calling me Nightwing, Y/N. You know my name, and I'm not even in uniform right now-'

'You've waltzed into my home,' Y/N interrupted, and finally, a spark of ire igniting in her previously cold e/c eyes, 'and have demanded I help you, when you couldn't even spare me one word over the past two years.'

Suddenly sheepish, Dick didn't know how to respond. Y/N finally stepped down from the dais and walked over to him. She only stopped when she was two steps away from him, and he could see it then, how she was straining against something internally. It was in her tight jaw - clenching and unclenching - and it was in her stiff posture.

'We might've been friends when you left,' she said softly, heatedly, 'but I found a new purpose, a new family - one that will never abandon me when times get tough or when I need them.' Y/N looked Dick up and down, then took a half step towards him so he could feel her breath. 'If you expected me to sit around waiting for you to come back like some lost puppy, you never knew me at all.'

Dick swallowed thickly as he kept eye contact with her. 'We were more than just friends,' he said softly, causing her angry facade to drop for a moment in confusion. 'We were best friends, Y/N, and I am sorry. For everything that I didn't do these past two years.'

The anger returned, and Y/N just pushed past him, knocking his shoulder hard in the process as she strutted towards the doors to exit. 'Best friends or not, sorry doesn't make up for your ignorance, Nightwing. Nor does it endear me to want to help you anymore than when you did when you entered this room.'

'Please, Y/N,' Dick said, racing after her and clasping his fingers around her wrist. He winced at how she tensed at his touched, but continued. 'I know I messed up. Believe me, everyone made me more than aware of it before I came here. But however you felt about me, I knew I had to come see you. Try and get you to come home.'

Y/N flung around with furious eyes, her h/l, h/c hair flinging as she did. 'This is my home,' she said with absolute resolve and conviction. 'This is my home, and by sundown tomorrow, you will be on a boat headed back to Gotham City or wherever you call home these days, and out of my life. For good.'

Dick's heart cracked at the insinuation. Had he really done this to her? His precious Y/N - kindhearted, welcoming, fun-loving, protective Y/N. Was he the reason for such coldness, such animosity?

'But, Y/N, the team-'

'The team were the ones who encouraged me to leave,' she answered. 'They saw I was meant for something more than just silly little missions that got us nowhere. They saw how much I'd given to the team, and saw I needed to go find myself again. They saw, because they were there.'

Y/N ripped her wrist away from Dick's reach. 'I am not some girl you can charm into thinking she is special and wanted. I know I am, and I know my place is here, with people who actually care about me. So do me and everyone on the island a favour and stay in the infirmary until your departure where you can't lie and hurt anyone ever again.'

Before he could reach out again - he wasn't sure what he'd say if he got her to stop anyways - she was opening the doors and slamming them shut again, leaving Dick alone in the throne room, the crashing of waves and the rush of wind the only sounds to be heard.

Dick stood looking at the door for a little while longer, the image of Y/N's hurt and angry eyes imprinted in his brain. He'd been warned, boy had he been warned. By Kaldur, Connor, M'gann. But he never could've expected Y/N to be so... hostile.

Are you really doing this for Y/N's sake, or for yours?

Connor's question echoed in his head as turned his attention to the ocean that lay outside of the room. Maybe he was right, Dick thought. Maybe this was all a big mistake. The biggest indicator had been in her eyes. She'd never looked at him, let alone anyone, like that before. Like she'd rather be anywhere in the world than be in the same room as him.

You're my best friend...

He raised his little finger to the door, though he was sure she was long gone. 'Alway have been,' Dick whispered, and some inner hope of his was waiting for Y/N to come back and finish their vow.

But she never did, and so he dropped his hand entirely.

After some time, his party of guards from before came back in to collect him and take him back to the infirmary. Feeling deflated and having no other reason to be there, he silently complied.

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Y/N slammed the doors to the throne room so loud she was sure the whole island heard them.

She let out a controlled but shaky breath as tears threatened to burst from her eyes. Thank Athena Y/N escaped when she did, or she wasn't sure how much more slander she could throw at Dick.

She'd decided as soon as she saw him at the training field that she wanted nothing to do with him. That the best way to handle him was to give him no room to charm, to speak, to be his usual self and get under her skin. So she'd knocked him unconscious, been curt and unfeeling with him, denied him passage to her mind again.

She'd convinced herself that Dick Grayson was nothing more than a lying, self-centred and self-righteous boy - and yet she found her hands yearning to embrace him, her eyes wanting to inspect him and note all his changes, and her heart yearning for the unconditional love she knew Dick to be capable of.

'Princess?'

Y/N jumped at the call of her title, but when she noticed it was only Calliope, she relaxed. 'Yes, Calliope, what is it?'

'Queen Hippolyta would like to see you in her personal chambers.'

Y/N nodded. 'Of course, thank you.'

She quickly made her way to her grandmother's personal chambers. The first half of the chambers doubled as a meeting place on more than one occasion for Y/N and her grandmother, usually preferring to discuss important matters in the comfort of lounge chairs as opposed to stiff and cold meeting rooms made of stone.

Y/N entered the Queen's chambers, walking into an open floor-plan lounge and foyer entrance, with lounges and chairs draped in fine and rich velvets and satins. Attached to the lounge was a big balcony overlooking the city of Themyscira.

She found her grandmother leaning against the balcony's edge, looking over the island, when she walked out to join her.

Y/N braced for her grandmother's first words. Would they be harsh? Would they be enraged? Disappointed even? But they didn't come initially, and Y/N welcomed the peace that came with the silence. She looked over the balcony to the city below, and the forestry and ocean below that.

This is my home, she reiterated to herself, unlike how she'd talked to Dick just moments before. Even then, her gaze slipped to the horizon line far off in the distance where it became almost indistinguishable where the sky and sea met.

If she were being honest with herself, she hadn't thought about her old life, her old friends since she stepped foot on Themyscira. Guilt tugged at her heart, but she reminded herself that it was them that encouraged her to leave, to find herself again.

Even so, with Dick's unexpected arrival, Y/N realised one thing. She missed them all dearly.

But not Dick Grayson. Absolutely not.

'Your friend,' Queen Hippolyta finally said, eyes never leaving the view in front of her, 'he is... charming, to say the least.'

Y/N scoffed and rolled her eyes. 'So he likes to think. And he's not my friend. Not anymore.'

It was silent again for a moment, and Y/N wondered for a moment if her grandmother had heard her at all. 'Either way,' her grandmother continued casually, 'he has certainly highlighted some weaknesses in our defences that we will need to remedy straight away.'

'I can get Cora and the rest of the Guard onto that right away,' Y/n said, grateful for the escape.

'Not just yet,' Queen Hippolyta said, bringing Y/N back to the balcony begrudgingly. 'Are you okay, dearest?'

Y/N scrunched her brows in confusion. 'I'm... fine? Why do you ask?'

Queen Hippolyta gave Y/N a knowing look that silently said Don't play dumb with me. 'Isn't he the boy who broke your heart?'

Embarrassment flooded Y/N's cheeks in a wave of red heat as Y/N shook her head furiously. 'He didn't break my heart. He made me realise I was better off without him.'

'Perhaps, but you are not better off without friends.'

The gentle touch of a hand on her arm brought Y/N's attention solely on her grandmother, who looked at her knowingly.

'I can see your love for this place, dearest,' the Queen said. 'From the moment you have arrived, you have thrown yourself into our way of life, into our community and given it your all.'

'Because this is where I come from, grandmother,' Y/N said. 'This is where I belong.'

'Right now it is, but it is not your home, Y/N.' When Y/N gave a confused expression, the Queen continued. 'The women all love you, so do the children, but they do not know you, you do not let them see you - the real you. Only the you that is Princess of Themyscira.'

Queen Hippolyta's hand travelled down to clasp one of Y/N's tightly, looking at her earnestly. 'Your real friends are the friends you left behind, the ones who have fought and lost and loved and laughed with you.' Her gaze flickered to the doorway briefly then returned to Y/N knowingly. 'And one of them came all the way across the world to find you, on the word of sailor stories and a lucky scientific guess.'

Y/N rolled her eyes again, and pulled her hand out of her grandmother's grasp. 'He is not my friend,' she repeated, turning her attention back to the sea, trying to focus on anything by Dick Grayson's stupid smiling face. 'He only came here to make himself feel better, not because he actually cares about me. Maybe once I needed his validation, but I know who I am now. And if he is what a friend is meant to be, then I think I am better off without them.'

'Y/N, dearest, just-'

'I would kindly ask that we never talk about Nightwing again, grandmother,' Y/N interrupted. 'Soon enough, he will be out of our lives - out of my life - forever...'

Queen Hippolyta remained silent for a moment, until she blew out a defeated sigh. 'If that is your wish,' she said, deflated.

'Yes, it is,' Y/N said with conviction, ignoring the painful tugging of her heart, ignoring the inner voice that wanted to scream otherwise. If Y/N was going to leave Dick Grayson behind, she needed to stop listening to her stupid heart and listen to reason. Like Athena, who was technically her ancestor in some respect.

Y/N turned back to the Queen and bowed a farewell. 'If you don't mind, I will go talk with Cora to discuss how to fix our defences right away.'

Queen Hippolyta gave a small nod, which Y/N took as dismissal enough, and so set a quick stride to the chamber doors. But just as she was about exit the balcony, her grandmother stopped her again.

'It's odd, don't you think,' she started, her tone coy, 'how, not even for a moment, he forgot his mission as he neared our island. Not once did he get deterred by our magic.'

Y/N turned around to face her grandmother, who gave a small knowing smile to her. 'He must have a strong will to resist such forces, or was motivated by something of equal power, don't you think?'

Y/N didn't say anything, her thoughts taking her back to the conversation they all had back in the throne room, when Dick was questioned about how he resisted the defences.

We were discussing your Princess, actually. We were just hoping she'd be out here...

Y/N rushed to exit the chambers, not even bothering to close the doors on her way out to fresh air.

What did Grandmother mean by that? she asked herself, and felt the tell tale signs of hope blooming in her. The increase heart rate, the tingles at the ends of her fingers, the small but warm ball sitting heavily in her chest. Surely she didn't mean...

Y/N shook her head; the tingles faded, the ball dissipated. I will not be tricked again, she told herself, proceeding to find her way to the training grounds, where she stayed until dusk fighting out her fears and squashing her childish hopes.

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nickyraah · 10 days ago

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„SWEET OBSESSION” part. 2

•im totally obsessed with writing this fanfic, next parts are going to be much, much longer💪

Crowded, full of dressed up teens, streets were quiet and almost empty now, beside a few old drunkards. The whole fun moved to the clubs and bars. The autumn weather hit the town, Nicole’s coat couldn’t save her from the wind which got much colder than before. She wrapped her arms around her and sped up, not wanting to get sick. Her mind was wandering around Sienna, the possible mess in their house and… Art? She thought about the rose he gave her, she reached for her bag and pulled the rose out. The rose was beautiful, the white petals looked so bright in the moonlight. She smiled slightly and hid the rose again.

After a few minutes, she finally reached her house, it was quite a large one, decorated in vintage style. The music was so loud, she literally heard it outside. It must’ve been Sienna’s younger brother- Johnathan’s playlist. “Please God, no police tonight.”- she thought and sighed. She slowly opened the front door and the noise of loud music hit her. She rolled her eyes, closed the door behind her and took off her coat and shoes. Suddenly, she felt someone’s arms wrapping around her. It was Brooke, her other friend.

“Where have you been Nic?”- Brooke asked with a wide smile, she smelled like vodka mixed with her caramel perfume. Brooke was a beautiful girl, her costume fit her perfectly. Her lips looked just so soft and dreamy, no wonder why every guy wanted to be with her.

“In the park, studying.”- she calmly tried to escape her embrace, she didn’t want her to fall though.-”Brooke, I think you should sit down. You can’t stand on your own legs.”

“You’re such a grumpy nerd, you know?”- she chuckled and left Nicole in the hallway with an unsteady walk. Nic’s head wasn’t used to such loud music so she felt like her head would explode at any moment. She slowly entered the living room, looking for Sienna. Her steps were careful, she squeezed through drunk, dancing people but still, she couldn’t find the girl. There weren’t as many people as she thought but they made a big mess. „No fucking way, I’m not gonna clean this alone.”- she thought. Beer bottles and cans were laying all around the carpet, snacks scattered out of bowls.

“Wanna grab a drink?”- she heard the voice behind her. She quickly turned around and saw a guy with a cup of some alcohol, she knew him from the university.

“Um, no thank you. Have you maybe seen Sienna somewhere?”- she looked around again.

“Sienna? Yeah, I saw her going upstairs.”- he took a sip from his cup.

“Thanks… um… Damien?”- she had no fucking idea what his name was.

“Dylan.”- he smirked.

“Riiiight, Dylan… I need to check on Sienna. See you around.”- she smiled and left him. He seemed pretty disappointed that she rejected his offer but she really didn’t care about it now. Sienna was more important than some stupid guy who probably just want to fuck her.

She went upstairs, to Sienna’s room. She knocked a few times and opened the door. Sienna was laying on the bed in her stunning costume of an angel warrior. She was making that costume for almost two weeks which was quite impressive.

“Are you alright, sugarcube?”- Nicole asked calmly, closing the door behind her. Sienna opened her eyes lazily, tried to get up slowly.

“I’m gonna throw up.”- she yelled, rubbing her face. Nicole smirked.

“You should listen to aunty Nicole sometimes.”- she jokes.

“Not tonight please. I’m begging you.”- she said desperately.

„On your knees?”- Nicole decided to take advantage of Sienna’s drunk condition and joke about her a little.

„Shut up.”- she muttered. Nicole sat next to her on the bed. Sienna rested her head on Nicole’s shoulder. -„How have you been?”- she asked weakly.

„Alright, studied for a bit.”- she didn’t tell her about Art. Sienna was too drunk to understand anything now.

„Stop studying so much you nerd. Have some fun.”- Sienna rolled her eyes.

„I will, after my exams. Y’all gonna study, meanwhile I’m gonna have the best nights of my life, losers.”- she chuckled.

It didn’t take long for every guest of the party to fall asleep. Everyone was drunk as hell, sleeping on the floor, kitchen table, chairs. Pathetic. Nicole, as the one who was conscious, locked the door and turned off the music and lights.

„Wake me up if you need anything, alright?”- she leaned back to the door frame of Sienna’s room. She didn’t say anything, just muttered something. Nicole smirked and left her room, closing the door. She entered her own room, it was a real gothic cave. She loved this vibe, those decorations.

She was too tired to change her clothes, the bathroom was probably occupied by drunk people too. She believed that someone would sleep in the bathtub.

Nicole laid down on her comfy bed, thinking about the day. She was devastated by the thought of cleaning the mess tomorrow. After a while she finally fell asleep...

Unfortunately, completely unaware that she was observed. Art followed her. He was now watching her, sleeping so peacefully, like a baby . He smiled to himself, he was happy to see her again.

#art the clown x reader #art the clown fanfic #terrifier #art the clown #terrifier fanfic #fanfic #Spotify

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sallowsswan · 8 months ago

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Slytherin Boys W/ Ballerina!Reader as Pas De Deux 🩰

SO I'm back at it again with more ballet stuff! Last time I did headcanons for Mattheo if he was dating a ballerina. This time however, we're going down the route of what Pas De Deux (pair dance) the boys would do with a ballerina reader if they danced together.

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White Swan Pas De Deux (Swan Lake)

Choosing one for our boy Enzo was EXTREMELY difficult because I secretly headcanon him being a danseur already so picking just one dance for him was hard. I went with the famous white swan pas de deux from Swan Lake where he is the role of Prince Siegfried and the reader is Odette. It's a beautiful, and heartbreaking pas de deux where Odette and Siegfried get to know each other better with it ending in Odette putting her trust in Siegfried to make a vow of true love in order to free her from Von Rothbart's spell. (In this video the pas de deux is performed by famous dancers Svetlana Zakharova and Roberto Bolle. The part at 5:09 where he embraces her makes we weeeeeeep)

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Theodore Nott

Giselle act 2 Pas De Deux (Giselle)

For Theo's I decided to play a little into the headcanon of him being a casanova and went the route of Giselle. Theo's character would be Albrect (sometimes known as Count Albrect, Duke Albrect, or in other versions Prince Albrect) the reader's character is Giselle, who died of a broken heart when she found out Albrect was bethrothed to another woman. Another beautiful and heartbreaking piece as Giselle is trying to protect Albrect until dawn from the wrath of the willis (spirits of young maidens that died before marriage) who wish to make him dance to his death. The queen of the willis Myrtha uses Giselle to lure Albrect away from the safety of her tombstone by making her dance a seductive pas de deux that lures him in like a siren singing a song. (In this video the pas de deux is danced once again by famous dancers Svetlana and Roberto. They're one of my favorite dance partner pairings!)

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Draco Malfoy

Sugarplum and Cavalier (The Nutcracker)

My first fictional love, I had to give Draco one of my favorite pas de deux which is from The Nutcracker between the sugarplum fairy and her cavalier. I don't think I need to explain which roles these two are, it's a beautiful piece with beautiful music performed near the end of the story. (I've inserted my FAVORITE rendition of this dance performed by famous dancers Anna Tsygankova and Matthew Golding)

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Mattheo Riddle

Black Swan Pas De Deux (Swan Lake)

When it comes to my headcanons I said that Mattheo liked Don Quixote and Giselle, but this man also in my headcanon has an absolute WEAKNESS for Swan Lake. So when he gets to be the part of Siegfried and the reader is playing Odile? He's absolutely giddy because this pas de deux is alluring and seductive as Odile is playing poor Siegfried like a fiddle making him believe she's actually Odette. (For this video the pas de deux is danced by one of my favorite dancers Gillian Murphy with Angel Corella)

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Opening Scene (Swan Lake)

I could've easily went full delulu and gave Tommy a pas de deux, but come onnnnn. I'm giving this man the role he was MADE FOR. The opening scene from ABT's Swan Lake. He's the role of the sorcerer Von Rothbart while the reader is Odette. So enchanted by the beautiful princess he runs into in the woods he tries to charm her only to find her displeased and so what does he do? Takes her for his own and changes her into the form of a swan to keep her close to him. (For this video it's from ABT's Swan Lake they recorded back in the early 2000's with Gillian Murphy as Odette, Marcelo Gomes as the handsome human Von Rothbart and Isaac Stappas as Von Rothbart's other form)

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Nikiya and Solor act 1 (La Bayadere)

I'm not too familiar with Blaise, so forgive me everyone but I didn't want to leave him out. I chose my favorite pas de deux from La Bayadere where Blaise would be Solor a warrior and the reader is Nikiya a beautiful temple dancer. The two are secret lovers that are reunited and dance together before swearing their love under the sacred flame. (For this one I went with yet again Svetlana and Roberto because they ATEEEEEE this pas de deux up with their chemistry alone!)

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zutarasbuff · 10 months ago

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I watched the Netflix adaptation of ATLA today and being a hardcore fan of the OG series who knows every nook and cranny of the ATLA world, here’s my unbiased and truly honest review (It contains both the negatives and positives of the series, so dear reader please enter to read at your own risk).

Firstly, let’s talk about the wonderful additions to the already magical world of ATLA.

1. The depth of the genocide

Well, I always wanted to know how the air nomads were suddenly wiped out and how it would have been for them? Why didn’t they resist? I got my answers in the first episode where we explore how the unhinged power of the comet was “actually” used to create a genocide on a massive level. Before that, I had only heard about it in the OG series. Those few scenes were so powerful that they had left me sobbing uncontrollably and Gyatso’s concern regarding Aang had me bawling.

2. Suki’s Characterization

In the OG series, we do find our Suki the fiercest warrior, but here in the live action, she’s an absolute goddess. She is perfect in every sense. She understands the responsibilities she has being a non-bender and is fearless. Her character is what I believe to be was the strongest one of all.

3. Graphics & Music

We never talk about a film by M.Night (that didn’t happen), but this one is really a visual treat for you can readily set yourself up for some mind-blowing bending scenes, plus the fight scenes are quite impressive. It seems that the VFX team had really done their homework this time. Plus, both Momo and Appa are so freaking cute. I loved the fluffy Appa. Good work over there. The revival of the OG theme is also a highlight plus the sun warriors’ chanting in the end is given a new but intriguing twist. The background music especially in scenes where Aang unravels his Avatar powers is mystical in every aspect.

4. Life in motion

I don’t know about others, but I have always been a sucker for animation as well as live-action where characters are operating even in the direst of the circumstances. Life is there and even after they know what happened a hundred years ago, they are still trying to believe and regain their past confidence. This is beautifully portrayed and I was very much impressed by the way people are continuing their day-to-day activities even in the middle of a crisis.

Overall, the series serves the purpose of an adaptation carrying its unique colors (at least better than the previous live-action disaster that didn’t happen).

Now let’s move to the bad side, and when I say it’s honestly what I felt, you need to take my word on it being a hardcore Atla fan.

1. Weak writing & lots of exposition

ATLA remains at a 9.2 IMDB rating even after years because of its writing, strong plot, and very few plot holes. This time, the writers are the real amateur ones. Despite adding more to the already flourishing universe of ATLA, sadly, they killed the quest of the viewer to find answers. There is too much exposition. It seems that every character just wants to see the end of the war and keeps on revealing things after things. Plus, some of the OG moments that were the soul of the series are not even included. The way Aang finds Momo and then decides to keep it with him as a last remnant of their bygone air nomad civilization is nowhere to be found. In fact, the replacement of Roku with Kyoshi is the biggest disappointment. I love Kyoshi like no one else but that was unnecessary as per the cycle.

2. Bland acting

Even the worst writing shots can be digested only if the acting appears real good. Sadly, this is another issue that I found with the NETFLIXED version. No doubt the characters must have done a lot of hard work for this, yet, they lack the expressive power. Gordon as Aang is super cute but the goofiness is not even there. Katara seems a nerd who doesn’t like to talk much even when it’s necessary and Sokka’s jokes are forced. Meanwhile, Dallas seems to save the day at one point, but again his over-the-top angry young man attitude ruins it for me. Maybe the actors will learn from the criticism in the upcoming season (if Netflix plans to go with it).

3. Major changes

Yes, it’s okay to change the narrative while you are working on an adaptation, but targeting the loyal viewers who are OG fans of ATLA means that you have to be very careful when you are trying to implement your changes in scenes that are the real soul of the OG. You can’t change the Omashu myth as if it’s nothing when we actually see even the cute animated version of the folklore. You cannot portray Roku more as a perpetrator of the genocide and Bumi as the evil king when in truth he’s the mad king who’s known for his genius ways of teaching. I hated that. Plus, reducing Zhao’s authority and taking Uncle Iroh’s sarcastic attitude is just meh. Mai again doesn’t even seem perfect as a cast. Jet is good as far as the aesthetics are concerned but Jet being in Omashu doesn’t even sit right with me. The amalgamation of multiple storylines creates so much confusion and this persists till the end.

4. Bending at convenience

We all know how Katara’s bending progressed throughout the first season and it’s little effort each day. However, in series, one day she’s unable to bend even a droplet of water and the next day she is capable of producing ice crystals. This was unacceptable for me because I was anticipating her learning strategies. Besides, Aang doesn’t learn much water bending throughout this season and in the end, it’s him being the savior in Avatar state. Thoughtless bending sucks despite the great VFX and that’s one thing at which you can’t convince me otherwise.

5. Forced friendships

We all know how it took some time for Sokka to embrace Aang as a chum. However, here Sokka keeps on calling him “the kid” and remains mostly alienated from Aang. Talking to Katara, then she also seems more interested in helping Avatar fulfill his goal than being with a friend. I hated the scene where Aang comes into the Avatar state and instead of hugging him just like in the OG series, Katara runs along Sokka and keeps on calling his name. How is that going to build any organic friendship? I think the first mistake began right from the very moment when Aang was taken back to Wolf Cove on a boat in his unconscious state. Upon opening his eyes, the first person he finds near him is neither Katara nor Sokka but a tribesman who’s playing guessing games. Writers were really high when they wrote that.

6. Lack of the four nations’ biodiversity

Maybe in live action, it’s difficult to create all the marvels of the four nations when we talk about their natural biodiversity. In the OG series, it is indicated by Aang that even after 112 years, he has still not forgotten the animals that define different regions in the four kingdoms and that’s exactly why he wants to finish those “important tasks” alongside saving the world. His important tasks included keeping a check on the natural biodiversity of the lands and exploring whether the Hundred Years’ War had not damaged the majestic animals. Actually, his first dialogue right after regaining consciousness is to go for an otter penguin’s ride with Katara. When I thought about that I felt that somewhere in Aang’s mind he was always connected to nature and that’s why he wanted to regain that connection by being an avatar. Sadly we never see much of the biodiversity but I hoped that maybe they will.

Also, how come Aang had that silent whistle for one hundred years when in the series he only discovers that accidentally? I missed the OG Yip Yip for our Appa. There are lots and lots of problems with the Netflix version, and no I am not being a nitpicker. I appreciate how the current creators credited the original ones, but now I know why Bryan and Michael bade farewell to this project. On a scale of 10, it’s a 4 for me or 4.5 if I am being too generous.

If I am asked to review the live action in a single line, I would only say this:

“The Netflixed ATLA makes you go back to the OG series and you end up watching the animation to give your mind a much-needed respite from a carefully crafted artistic disaster aimed at the sensationalized generation.”

#atla #avatar the last airbender #atla live action #atla netflix #avatar aang #atla katara #avatar zuko #avatar roku #avatar the legend of aang #iroh & zuko #zutara atla #kataang #avatar canon #avatar review

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randomciabatta724 · 5 months ago

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Some Polites headcanons because they're good for the soul.

Note: these are a mix of details from the musical I wanted to expand on, stuff I've read from other posts, and things I randomly came up with.

He was in the frontlines (or at least near them) during the Trojan war. Not because he wanted to fight, he just thought "if I have to join the battle, I'll at least shield those behind me". I took this from Survive, because he had to be pretty close to Polyphemus to be the first one hit by the club.

Self sacrificial. Very self sacrificial. Would die for the crew, especially for Odysseus and Eurylochus.

Loves dates. Either on their own or with honey. I don't know why, he just gives me the vibe.

Had night terrors both during and after the war. Either nightmares about the people he killed (let's face it, you don't come out of a 10 year war without getting blood on your hands) or his friends dying in battle. Never explicitly told anyone, but he would stay with his friends a little longer the morning after. Also picked a lot more night watch turns as a result, just to get his mind off of things.

Bruises/gets injured extremely easily, and doesn't notice/care. Especially if someone else is hurt too. "Are you alright?" asks Polites to another soldier while coughing up blood.

Also very durable, somehow. That's why Polyphemus had to hit him twice/j.

Myopic king. The glasses are a gift from Athena, because she was like "I think you're a soft-hearted fool, but I'll be damned if you embarrass my Warrior of the Mind because you can't see beyond the bridge of your nose".

The type of person to keep eating horrible/possibly poisoned food just to not offend the person who prepared it. Odysseus had to smack the lotus out of his hand because he would have still taken a bite to not make the lotus eaters upset (he brought some with him anyway, that's where Odysseus got the lotuses to put in the wine).

Many have already said this, he's the therapist friend before therapy was invented.

Gives the best hugs.

Taller than Odysseus but shorter than Eurylochus (Odysseus reaches Polites' chest, Polites reaches Eurylochus' nose).

Apologises when he bumps into furniture. It's a reflex, he doesn't notice he does it. It's a remnant of his pre-glasses days, when he couldn't distinguish a person from a vase.

The ancient Greek equivalent of a Godfather to Telemachus.

Extremely trusting, sometimes a little too much (fun fact: in the Odyssey he's like the first one to enter Circe's palace).

Very forgiving. He gives second, third, even fourth chances like it's nothing, no matter how badly someone hurts him. You have to be pretty forgiving to still think about greeting the world with open arms after being clubbed to death. (Note: this does not apply to his friends getting hurt).

When he takes off his bandana, his curls reach his shoulders and cover his left eye, and it gives him a whole different vibe. He still radiates warmth, but it's not the same. Kinda like the sun at noon and the sun at dusk. The second is still warm and welcoming, but dimmer, softer, maybe a little darker. People have mistaken him for someone else because of this.

Super heavy sleeper. One time when they were younger, Odysseus and Eurylochus decided to try and wake him up by making the most noise possible. They did not succeed.

His first kiss was Eurylochus while Odysseus was away in Sparta to court Penelope.

One time, someone tried to rob him. The guy was like "Give me your money!" and Polites was like "Oh dear, look at you, of course I'll give you my money, you look like you really need it. Also, why don't you come to my house so I can give you some food and clean clothes?". The thief was so ashamed of himself he ran away.

He befriended Charon in the Underworld.

You know the plague that Apollo sent during the Iliad? He may or may not have gotten it, I haven't decided yet.

Considering that in epic the sirens have the ability to shapeshift into loved ones, there was definitely a siren Polites somewhere during Suffering/Different Beast.

He's generally a very calm person, the only thing that really gets him angry is when his friends get hurt. And when he's angry, he's not someone to mess with. He can and will kick ass. And the thing that rubs salt in the wound is that if you get beat up by Polites, it's almost certainly your fault, because Polites isn't the kind of person that goes around randomly beating people up. And very few people wish to carry the title "The person who got beat up by Polites".

SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

The last headcanon is something I've also based a scenario on. Basically, after Odysseus kills the suitors, they go to the Underworld. Most of them are still shaken up by the whole thing, which is understandable, getting shot by an enemy you can't see while unarmed in the dark is not fun, but not Antinous. Antinous is pissed. And so he rallies up the other suitors, he gives a whole speech where he basically says they can get revenge on Odysseus once he joins them there and also reveals all the shit they did while he was gone. And Polites is like, talking to Eurylochus or something, when he overhears. And so he goes to give Antinous the beating of his life because you do **not** disrespect his best friend and his family like that. And the suitors+Eurylochus are watching from a corner, with the suitors getting even more scared.

That's it. Nothing more :)

I know Eurylochus is married to Ctimene but I SHIP HIM AND POLITES SO BAD AAAAAAAAHHHHHH

#epic the musical #polites #odysseus #eurylochus #can you tell I love Polites #he's my fav #Polites x Eurylochus #I don't know when I started shipping them but it grew on me

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weadapt · 2 years ago

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I think it’s interesting storytelling how in the beginning of the game Cal says the Sixth Sister’s name, Masana Tide, and reminds her of who she used to be—and it visibly distresses her because it hurts what was done to her and Cal isn’t wrong in what he’s saying. The shocking thing for me was the moment when Cal said “It’s time to set you free”. It was such a surreal feeling hearing Cal say that, those kinds of words, to know he decided it was time to strike her down; it’s understandable because she killed his entire crew, but for Cal to be the executioner in that way was scary to see coming after only experiencing the young kid he was in Fallen Order. Now you really get the feeling Cal has been through a lot, he’s grown as a man since Fallen Order and he’s calloused, not entirely in a bad way given he’d have to be to survive but still in a depressing way, as a result. I know overall and gameplay wise, Cal has killed a lot of people, it’s nothing new, but storytelling wise it’s a serious moment for Cal. It’s a moment you know is going to follow him the rest of the game for character development. After he kills her, it’s made clear by the music and by Cal’s body language that this isn’t a good thing coming from him. It isn’t a triumph. Even BD-1 knows and worries for Cal with his little “Boop…?” and Cal is only able to respond rather shakily, “Yeah… I’m okay”.

When he meets up with Bode and Bravo and they ask him what happened to the Inquisitor, he gives a simple, no emotion, “Dead”. The long pause of Bravo not saying anything in response to me says a lot; it feels like he isn’t used to Cal having a reaction like that.

Then we have Rayvis. Cal defeats him in battle and asks him to join in the fight against Dagan. He doesn’t want to kill Rayvis—“You don’t have to do this”. The oddly tragic part to me is that Rayvis has dreams of seeing Tanalorr again. If Dagan succeeds his dream will be realized, but he’s given up on the dream and wants a warrior’s death now. He wants to die, and in his mind, honorably, by Cal’s hands, and he’s going to force Cal to do it. But for Cal it’s another execution on his part. He pauses before he lifts his saber and kills Rayvis. It isn’t a triumph. Again we’re given a sudden swell of music to tell us the emotion behind the action of killing Rayvis. You can see it’s affected Cal badly. BD-1 seems to ask Cal the same question as before, “Boop…?” but this time Cal doesn’t acknowledge the question and just replies, “We should go”.

Killing Dagan hurts for Cal too. Dagan is a Jedi, someone who held onto the Order, who tied his entire identity to it and all of his goals are focused on restoring the Order and fighting to change the universe. Just like Cal in a way. Dagan is single-mindedly focused on the mission, so obsessively, he lost himself and the one he loved as a result. Cal understands and see the parallel of that kind of drive in his own mission against the Empire and it terrifies him. Dagan could’ve helped him fight the Empire but it became another tragic moment of having to kill a once fellow Jedi. This is another tragedy. Bode doesn’t care about Dagan being dead on the floor but Cal does. Cal has enough respect to place Dagan’s lightsaber on his chest. Cal pauses to reflect but Bode immediately gets back to getting the compass.

We have this interesting arch of reactions to killing his opponents. They were each killed for the mission. It was necessary. They each started the fight against him. No matter the reason though, it’s still very painful for Cal.

Cal is being pushed into this direction of forcing him to question his beliefs and who he is. His whole identity at this point has been tied to the Order, of being a Jedi, and it’s very clear by his conversations in Fallen Order that it really matters to who he is. By the end of Survivor, we have three fallen Jedi: Masana Tide, Dagan Gera, and Bode Akuna. So who is Cal Kestis? What will he become? Is he doomed to fall like they did? That’s what troubles him—“Let’s just say I don’t wanna end up like him [Dagan]”.

He’s afraid he’s going to lose himself.

The fear is almost realized when he’s about to kill another opponent. The one behind the murders of his friends and mentors. Cal’s been killing each of his main opponents up to the point at Nova Garon—this one will be no different. Except killing the man who sent Bode on the mission to infiltrate his team is different. Cal is on the edge of losing himself to the Dark Side. In Fallen Order he pleaded for Cere not to use the Dark Side because “She’s stronger than that”, “[she] still had a choice”. But Cal is failing to remember any of that for himself. He wants to kill because he’s angry, grieving, and in immense pain. Merrin has to bring him back—“This is not you!” There’s a question of whether or not Cal would’ve been able to stop himself if Merrin hadn’t been there though.

When we get to the final battle, Merrin is warning Cal of what’s likely going to happen but he ignores her for a while which prompts her to say, “Well? Say something!” He doesn’t want to acknowledge that Merrin is right and they’re likely going to have to kill Bode, and with that, taking Kata’s father away—a loss of family Cal and Merrin know too much about. So they both try and give Bode every chance to stop and turn away from what he’s done, despite how much Bode had hurt them. Sadly, Cal once again is forced into using the Dark Side to prevent Bode from killing Merrin. It was worth it. It was worth using it to save Merrin. He couldn’t let her be killed. He couldn’t see that happen before his eyes like he had with all of his friends and mentors.

After everything is over, there’s this sickly feeling left behind. Not simply because of Bode’s death, but because of the impact on Merrin realizing Kata has lost family just like she and Cal had, but also because of the impact the death of Bode has on Cal. And after Cal carries away Bode’s body, the music changes to an eerie, ominous, high pitch, minor key when we see Cal board the Mantis. The kind of change in music which lets the audience know there’s something seriously wrong. Things are different now. Cal’s different. And he knows it.

He’s lost in time watching the pyre, reflecting on everything that had happened but also on how grateful he is to Cere, but he knows the impact of her loss will continue to be with him for the rest of his life. Just like Jaro Tapal. Another guiding force in his life is gone. With Cere and Cordova gone, there is no longer any Jedi wisdom to seek out. He’s now alone in that way as a Jedi.

“I’m scared… I almost lost myself… I don’t know if I’m ready.”

Cal and the audience are left with the dreadful realization—

“I don’t know if I’m ready for what comes next”.

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a-frostitty-ninja · 2 months ago

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Hi. After following you for so long, I decided to give Senran Kagura a shot. The Video Game, I mean. So, I started with Burst Re:Newal

So I have to ask. How is this story so good? I get it's just Magical Ninja Girls, but how is this story so good?

Katsuragi, the lesbian pervert, has so much depth. She's an orphan who lost her parents. But not to a car accident like she thought. Her parents ran away because they were Ninja who failed a mission and had to commit sepaku. Now she seeks strength to become a leader of the light shinobi, all so she can pardon them herself.

Yomi, the destitute revolutionary, lost her parents in elementary school. They lived in the slums of Japan, unable to feed their daughter. So they sold themselves to slavery, so they could give her a better life. Instead of living lavishly, she takes her money and feeds the slums, working as a villain in the dark shinobi to do so.

I could go on and on with each character, but they're all awesome. (Except for Mirai. Wanting to slaughter your family and friends because you're a late bloomer is kinda stupid.)

And the overall morality comparison between the light shinobi vs. dark shinobi.

Light shinobi, secret warriors who work for the government of Japan and its public, accept only perfection. The only light shinobi are Elite shinobi, warriors that can take on hundreds of regular enemies. They have rigorous training, difficult testing, and high moral standards.

But this is also their downfall. For most people aren't perfect. For minor infractions, one can be excluded and banished from the ranks of the light. Which kinda makes them bad guys.

Dark shinobi, warriors who work for corporations and private entities, accept all who wish to join. For that's their saying.

"Where the light shines on the few, the darkness accepts all."

Which makes a scary amount of sense. All of these shinobi who didn't make the cut for the light, the dark accepts them wholeheartedly, flaws and all. And somehow, this makes them good guys too.

Which brings me to my ask. How does this game about Sexy Ninja Women come up with a comprehensive moral controversy that rivals mainstream media. And makes corruption arcs make sense.

Note: the scene with Hikari, the girl who lacks emotional responses, crying over the (fake) death of Mirai. It's just. Oh my. I was crying too. Like, she loves her friend enough that she just cries involuntary.

What is this game?

im glad you gave senran kagura a shot, its an incredible series that is often overlooked as just some generic ecchi! it was great reading your thoughts and it makes me want to go replay the games as its been a while although i resent you comment about mirai!. senran kagura is a whole package - the lore, the characters and their designs and animations, the style and the music is marvelous pun intended. i love the opening songs for all the games they live in my head and the anime has one of my favorite op/eds in general

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i hope you play all the other games too, even the cooking rhythm game (bon appetit) is brilliant! its pretty cool that you can play the more recent games on PC these days and even peach beach splash supports VR! playing the original burst on 3ds with the slider turned to max though is an experience lol - the shinobi arts 🥵. i recommend the anime series too if you didn't check it out yet - the second season is top tier!!!

as for why the fuck this series bangs so hard its because of this genius who loves boobs and action games. this guy didnt want to just make a generic pervy game he fucked around and created a master piece. read his interviews too he is cool as shit. shinobi are cool as shit and senran kagura is just cool as shit.

#asks #anonymous

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clare-875 · 19 days ago

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Until The End (Levi x Reader)- Chapter 29

[Retreiving Eren]

_____ A/N: Posted on Wattpad (@CLARE_875) but also decided to post here :)

Summary: "You can push me away, but I will still fight by you, and I will still follow you… until the end."

The ever-so-stoic Levi Ackerman has only ever known the terrors that living in a cruel world could bring. This all changed one fateful day when he encountered [y/n]; a girl renowned for her looks and abnormal speed. As they escape the confines of the Underground together, they soon discover that freedom doesn't come easy in a world full of Titans. As they rise through the ranks, [y/n] becomes known as "Humanity's Angel", a beacon of hope to humanity as she melts the walls Levi had built around his heart. However, she has her secrets too, and a dark past that might just threaten to pull them apart.

The storyline and characters of Attack on Titan do NOT belong to me, but all to Hajime Isayama; however, I do own this story, and all that occurs disparate to that storyline.

[Series Masterlist] [Chapter Twenty-Eight] <--> [Chapter Thirty] _____

Warnings: Descriptions of blood, injury, death, Canonical Violence.

[Two years Later]

You stood in the dark streets of Marley listening as music rose from a distance, your fingers intertwined with Levi's as he had a grim expression on his face. You had been getting letters from Eren this past year, telling you all of the situation in Marley, and now you and the Scouts had arrived due to his hasty proclamation that he was going to initiate his plan this very evening. If it weren't for the efforts of your squad begging we come to Marley to help him, we wouldn't be here. Yelena was already planted amongst the raging crowds of people, to deter and confine the warriors in Marley, namely the Cart and Jaw Titans, trying to hinder their presence in the battle. The Scouts now all stay hidden in the shadows, waiting for the signal to attack. You let out a deep sigh as Levi squeezed your hand gently. How had it all come to this?

But you know.

It had almost been a year since you and your squad visited Marley and with it came the sudden absence of Eren who had abruptly disappeared before you were set to go back to Paradis Island. The letter he sent had been a declaration. The declaration that he of all people, trusted Zeke and that he was going to attack Libero, the city of Marley. You listen as the music dwindles and the faint voice of a man talking in the distance quietens. You suddenly feel the trembling quake of the Earth, faint but there. You then hear the unmistakable roar of a Titan in the distance: Eren. You turn to Levi, a questioning gaze etched on your face. Were we really going to do this? But he meets your eyes with a look of grim actualisation; we had to. You turn to your squad who silently approaches you, releasing Levi's grip and giving each other one more reassuring gaze before he speaks up. "Let's go!"

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Your eyes widen at the sight in front of you. The debris caused by Eren's sudden transformation had not only caused the deaths of soldiers and world leaders but also of innocent civilians and children. This was what you had all wanted to refrain from happening: to reduce the amount of casualties caused by this plan. But Eren seemed to take things in his own stride. ‘I know this is the enemy, I have mourned so many Scouts and friends they have killed. But if we kill those not directly responsible, isn't that just the reflection of what they have done to us all this time, fearing us for what happened over a century ago?’ You shake away your dark thoughts as you retrieve a gun from your waist noticing soldiers pointing theirs your way. The internal conflict would have to wait for later, you were amid the beginnings of war.

You fly through the air, your ODM gear whirring as you kill soldiers who try to kill you and your fellow Scouts, moving too fast for them to track or see. You keep doing so until you see Eren's form protruding from his impaled Titan, facing the War Hammer Titan. You call out to Mikasa who joins your side, whizzing through the air preparing the new weapons that allow you to shoot four Thunder Spears at once. The both of you rise upwards, as you see the War Hammer Titan prepare to strike Eren, and you aim for its knees as Mikasa shoots her spears into its nape. You attach to a distance and you both pull the triggers simultaneously causing a series of massive explosions as the Titan falls. The both of you then turn in the dark sky, landing on Eren's Titan next to his figure.

"You guys actually came."

Eren's eyes look to both of us, his voice reaching the tense air among the distant sound of gunshots and explosions that ascend around us. You frown at him, as Mikasa speaks up, a grim but desperate expression on her face. "Eren, please... Come home." He stares at her unblinkingly, emotions hidden between the blankness of his eyes. You speak now, face harder than Mikasa's as you look at him. "Eren... Do you have any idea what you've done? You killed civilians. You killed children, too. You've done things that can't ever be undone." Mikasa falls to her knees as she looks at the man you know she loves but Eren faces forward at the War Hammer Titan, who you notice is still moving despite thinking that Mikasa's blow should've stopped it fully. Mikasa seems to notice too as her eyes follow our gaze to the Titan.

"Impossible... I blew away its nape!" Mikasa stutters out watching as the War Hammer Titan struggles in its recovery. "And I crushed it with my strength," Eren continues in a bland tone, "yet, it's not dead." Your eyes widen as you watch as the War Hammer Titan now conjures a bow and arrow in a flash of bright white light. "Mikasa, grab Eren," you say quickly as you both attach your hand-held ODM gear to a nearby tower. You barely make it in time as an arrow impales Eren's Titan where you all stood just seconds ago. You land as they follow onto a platform overlooking the Titan and Eren speaks up once more. "The War Hammer Titan... It uses hardening to make whatever it needs. That must be why it won't die, no matter what we do. I need both of you to distract its attention. If this works, I can eat the War Hammer Titan."

Your frown doesn't waver at his words, wondering if the man in front of you should hold even more power than he already has, but you ultimately decide it's the only play you have right now. Mikasa nods at Eren's words as she meets your conflicted gaze, "Let's go," you say reluctantly. The both of you take off, approaching the War Hammer Titan who pauses at the two of you flying towards it. It now conjures a sword in its grasp as it prepares to swing. You doge easily and you see Mikasa doing the same. You grab another round of Thunder Spears shooting at its ankles causing it to lose its balance further and you see Mikasa fire her own shots. The both of you twirl and whizz around the Titan, causing it to wave around frantically as it tries to stop you. You shoot again at its eyes, watching it throw innumerable weapons blindly at you. You run across buildings attaching and detaching to the Titan.

Many moments pass until you see a golden glow fill the air and Eren transforms into his Titan once more. Eren rips into the ground, as he realises the Titan you had been fighting transformed from the feet up, not from its nape. As you land at a nearby building, you watch as sure enough, Eren grabs a woman within a crystallised substance from underneath the concreted pavement, much like Annie was. He detaches it from the Titan, causing it to collapse and remain unmoving without its holder connected. Mikasa lands by your side as well, and you notice your squad members have also approached. They had the task of placing lights among the buildings to help Hange with our extraction. All of you look to Eren who slowly brings the woman towards his mouth, intent on trying to crush the crystal structure and consume the holder of the War Hammer Titan. And he almost does, if not for the Jaw Titan having silently crept up to him.

You have no time to react as it opens its jaws to Eren's nape. Your heart hammers, but then you see it, the flash of dark raven hair and a familiar form. Levi slices through the jaw of the Jaw Titan, which had chomped down on Eren's nape, but not fully, leaving it stuck and unable to chew down. You watch as Levi lands on the ground before turning and flying back through the air. Eren reacts to the opportunity given to him, moving as he shoves the Jaw Titan off of him. They struggle against each other until the Jaw Titan breaks free from Eren's deathly grip attempting to retreat but Levi reacts again shooting a thunder spear towards it causing it to fall to the ground. Your partner lands on a nearby building, meeting your eyes briefly as you see the silent relief that you are unharmed. There is a deep tense silence that follows before all hell starts to break loose.

You watch a glow descend from Eren's grasp as the War Hammer Titan impales Eren's Titan once again in a gleaming blast. You watch as the Jaw Titan slowly recovers from Levi's attacks. You notice the glowing light that reflects upon the eyes of the Cart Titan upon a roof. You feel the tremor of the ground beneath and sure enough, you turn and see the Beast Titan slowly approaching the area. You take in a deep breath, tensing, before Zeke's voice rises through the air from his Titan. "Let none escape. Kill 'em all!" You land next to Levi as the rest of the Scouts follow you. Levi meets your gaze before he unsheathes his swords looking to the enemy. "Don't die on me. Survive!" The rest of the Scouts yell out in confirmation. One moment passes and then Levi's off, you following in his actions.

Mikasa goes to Eren's side shooting thunder spears at the crystallised form around the War Titan's holder but to no avail. Scouts try to attack the Beast Titan only to be killed by the Cart Titan, the guns on its back manned by soldiers causing carnage. Other Scouts go to kill the Cart Titan, trying to find its blind spot, only to be massacred by the Jaw Titan. There is devastation all around you as blood is spilt on the warzone. Levi hides in the shadows awaiting what you know to be the perfect moment to carry out the plan. You now see that Mikasa had given up on destroying the crystal protecting the War Hammer Titan, as instead, Eren's Titan now bites against the crystalline form. But he stops when blood spills from his mouth, realising it is fruitless. Eren jumps from his impaled Titan, before transforming for a third time. You return to your own battle, swinging through the air, but you are forced to quickly retreat when the Beast Titan deals its iconic blow, crushing stones within its grasp and throwing them towards you.

You were running out of time.

You clench your teeth as you dodge and land again on a rooftop hearing Zeke speak what you had just been thinking. "Eren Jaeger is not my enemy. Someone else comes first. Show yourself, Levi. You're running out of time." But Zeke's words dwindle under the suddenly trembling Earth. You look to your side quickly and there is an abrupt, tremendous glow as a huge eruption occurs from a distance away. You turn away as waves of heat and harsh pressure from the explosion reverberate around you even miles away. It was Armin. The shadows of battleships rise with his transformation as he destroys the port. The wind howls and the light is unbearable but you manage to stay put through it all. Finally, as the smoke rises and light fades you see the Colossal Titan's ginormous form causing havoc. The Jaw Titan reacts to the devastation in a fit of rage, suddenly sprinting towards Eren on all fours. The Scouts move through the air, but that is when Levi takes the moment of distraction to react.

He appears from the shadows, but only for an instant.

He slices through the nape of the Beast Titan and it falls to the ground.

You also start your attack as the Cart Titan starts to shoot once more killing your Scouts after Zeke's fall takes everyone by surprise. You try to ignore the yells of your comrades as they fall, but unlike them, you are too fast for bullets. You twisted and turned, quickly making your way to each four of the metal compartments atop the Cart Titan, where Marleyan Soldiers controlled the guns atop its back. You drop a grenade in each of the compartments. There is a massive explosion as the guns on the Cart Titan cease movement, the Titan freezing in shock. The wave of the blast reverberates as the Titan stumbles before its eyes flash to you in rage, no doubt for having killed its teammates. "You'll pay for that!" The Titan rages as they reach out a hand to you but you dodge easily. You land in front of the Titan that starts to sprint towards you. You quickly react, however, grabbing two thunder spears and impaling them in its eyes, causing it to fall. "Now!" You yell, and Jean, along with other Scouts rise from the shadows, shooting their thunder spears at the Titan, causing a horrific explosion.

You don't look back.

You take the distraction and the fall of the Titan to retreat with your squadmates as you fly through the air once more. Levi had evidently completed his part of the plan, it was time for the escape. You look up, just as you expected, the blimp, an aircraft that Hange and the Marleyan Engineers had helped to build loomed over us, using the lights the Scouts had planted earlier for guidance. "Retreat!" You yell to your Scouts who immediately follow your orders flying off to the checkpoint. The blimp wouldn't return, if you were late for the escape, you or any other soldier would be left behind in Marley. You quickly scan the field just in time to see that Eren's Titan has the Jaw Titan in his grasp, forcing its jaws to close on the crystalline structure of the War Hammer Titan's holder. As it breaks in the jaws of the Titan, Eren lifts it, swallowing the blood that held the Titan's powers.

You grit your teeth, but fly towards the blimp behind the Scouts, with the enemy Titans gone and Mikasa by his side, you knew they would catch up. But your thoughts are more on the fact that now, Eren held the powers of not only the Attack Titan and the Founding Titan... but also the War Hammer Titan.

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When you attach to the blimp, Levi meets you there awaiting your return, taking out a hand and pulling you in safely. His eyes hold worry as always but you manage a weak smile and he uses the other soldiers' departure to kiss your hand gently. He searches your eyes for any sort of discomfort or pain, but you are blatantly unharmed and he lets his relief fill him. "Damn Eren," he mutters under his breath frown tugging his lips downwards, "bringing us into an impulsive fight like that... too many died." You join his frown, looking down, thinking of the subordinates you lost but also the countless number of innocent casualties. You reach deep into your gear into a small compartment, retrieving your wedding ring and slipping it back onto your finger. Levi's gaze softens at the sight, his own ring flickering in the dim light of the room. "At least we're okay," you say softly, kissing his cheek, before pulling away as Armin approaches your vicinity.

You stand by Levi as he opens the door of the blimp and ODM gear sounds from outside. You watch as Armin lends out a hand, and brings in Eren's form, his green eyes looking up from below you as he makes his way into the blimp. He's still on his knees by the entrance when Levi speaks. "Damn, you're a filthy sight... You fall into a pile of shit? Eren..." Levi's gaze is hard but Eren's stare is blank as he looks at him. You watch a flash of rage fill Levi's face before he kicks Eren across the room, him slumping against the wall. Mikasa looks up in shock as she now enters, moving to go forward but Armin holds her back. Levi walks to Eren, two Scouts pointing their guns at the man as you follow silently behind him.

"This brings back memories, Eren. You have such a kickable face." Levi says his tone bored but threatening. "After you're all tied up, we'll have a chat." There is a brief silence as Eren speaks up again, long strands of brunette hair falling onto his face as he looks at the wooden floor. "That's fine, but I explained everything in the letters." He then looks up slowly, "Did you not understand it?" Eren has a challenging expression on his face as Levi looks at him with a deathly glare and a look of almost regret; he looks down at the man you know he had obviously cared for despite his harsh and unbreakable facade. You had all cared for Eren. He had been a part of your squad for many years, been with you when you lost Petra and your squad, you had both watched him train as a Titan and a Scout, you had both trusted him and placed your hope in him and now... he looked to you both as though lost in his arrogance. He lost the respect he used to hold for his Captains. In turn, he lost your respect... and Levi's.

"That face..." Levi says lowly, as he looks to Eren. "It reminds me of the rotten shits who lived Underground." There is a brief pause as Eren still looks at you both emotionlessly. "Never thought I'd see it on you." You suppress a deep sigh as you look at him. Humanity's Hope, it was like this was all some twisted joke. "Cheer up. Everything happened like you wanted..." Levi drags Eren to the doorway to another room, the two Scouts with guns retreating away as they see him in the Captain's grip. You turn briefly when you hear the door of the blimp open once more.

You see Sasha, Connie and Jean reunite, looking happily at each other, seeing each of them had survived. You smile at them fondly. At least some of your Scouts remained unchanged... honourable and good soldiers. They notice your gaze, a bittersweet look on their faces as they turn to you. You nod to them and they return your gesture. "Look after the remaining Scouts before securing the blimp," you say to them as Levi pulls Eren to the door. They nod to you and just as you turn Sasha calls out to you. "Hey Captain, when we return surely you'll treat us to some meat right?" You turn back, seeing the look of brief joy that always fills her face at the mention of food. You smile despite the situation as Levi waits for you patiently, slight calmness in his gaze as he sees your lips upturn amid the tragic night.

"Sure Sasha, we'll see."

When you and Levi take Eren to the other room you hear Scouts yelling out in their supposed victory, Sasha laughing happily at your reply. However, as Levi throws Eren next to a familiar man, you sense the atmosphere darkens once more. "Zeke..." you mutter lowly as the man you hadn't seen in three years looks up to you, limbs severed but eyes gleaming under the dim lights. "[y/n]... it's been a while..." His eyes then flicker to the ring on Levi's finger and yours, gaze widening slightly as Mikasa and Armin enter, Yelena also standing by Eren's side. "So I was right in assuming that day..." He mutters, and you remember how he had singled out Levi in conversation when you had been in Marley with him. You tense at his words as Levi unsheathes his sword pointing it to Zeke with a harsh glare. "You might wanna shut up... you're only alive as long as you're useful." He says darkly as he steps slightly in front of you.

"What? Can't a man congratulate his cousin on their marriage-" Levi pushes the sword harshly against Zeke's throat causing the man to stop and struggle, coughing out blood. You watch as Levi's face turns murderous as he remembers how the man in front of him took you away from him so easily and turned his life into hell. He remembers your tears when you two were finally reconciled after a year, the way you seemed so small when you returned to him. He wanted to kill him badly. He wanted to do it after all he had made him go through, and to finally fulfil the last vow he had taken for Erwin after asking him to die and give up on his dreams. He could do it, right now. The others look at Levi tensely as they observe his intentions, but he relents as you touch his shoulder gently bringing him back to grim reality. Levi lets out a deep sigh as he sheathes his sword back into his gear, dark eyes still not leaving Zeke's form.

.....

The next time the door to the room opens you are at a loss.

Levi had been muttering to you that the Scouts had seemed rowdy even after their initial proclamations of victory. You had agreed, not knowing why your uneasiness had not been stifled even as you knew you were high above enemy ground and making your way back home. You had both turned along with the rest of the people present in the room when Jean opened the door. Two kids were tied up with ropes tightly around them, bloodied and beaten. One was a small girl with dark brown hair and green eyes, rage evident in her features. The other was a boy with unkempt blond hair and wide hazel eyes, dread on his face. Jean's face is grim as he brings them into the room, and you watch as the two children scan the room, eyes widening in shock as they look to Yelena, then Eren and finally... Zeke.

Zeke's eyes also flicker in surprise as he looks at them. "Gabi... Falco...? Why are you here?" There is a slight pause before Falco, the boy, speaks up. "Why? Why are you?" But Gabi interrupts contrasting the dread and mistrust in Falco's eyes with wild relief. "You're alive?! Why did you let them capture you?!" There is a dreadful and tense silence. Levi steps forward and away from where you both had been leaning against the wall as Jean speaks up looking to his Captain. "They killed Lobov and used his gear to come aboard," he replies grimly, but his next words are what causes your heart to drop. "Sasha was shot by the one here. I don't think she's going to make it." Jean looks to Gabi, face contorting to one of complete loss.

Mikasa and Armin instantly move running out of the room, Levi tenses at the words, and you are speechless. You feel your weight become fully dependent on the wall behind you, but you can't bring yourself to move. You struggle to maintain the emotions threatening to break free, reminding yourself you're a Captain, but all you can think about is Sasha. Your squad member... your friend. What? No, calm down, this can't be right it's Sasha... Sasha, the woman that had been through so much, Sasha who fought Titans, Sasha who had been through countless battles, Sasha...killed by a bullet... by a kid? The door to the Control Room suddenly opens, revealing Hange's form. "It's all you, Onyankopon," they say before turning to us after hearing his shout of affirmation.

"Well? Did everything play out as you hoped, Zeke Jaeger?" Hange speaks not noticing the tragic news you had just been dealt, but Gabi and Falco look in dread to Zeke at the implications of their words. "For the most part, but there were a few miscalculations," Zeke replies, staring intently at the two children in front of him, who stutter his name in disbelief at the fact he was working with us; their enemy. Hange finally notices the two in Jean's grasp. "Huh? What are these kids?" There is a brief pause as Zeke replies. "Miscalculations." There is a deep silence before the sound of Jean's yell shrouded with rage fills the room, causing you to tense. "YELENA! What the hell happened to trapping the Cart and Jaw Titans?! People died because of you!"

Yelena merely has a grim look on her face as she looks at Jean. "I'm sorry. I assure you they fell down the hole, but it's still my fault." Levi now speaks, a dark expression on his face. "And to cover for that slip-up, the Beast chucked more rocks at us than planned. That was some clever improv for a clown like you. Wouldn't you say, hairball?" Zeke meets Levi's deathly stare. "Don't glare at me like that, Levi. What if I piss my pants? And you're quite the actor yourself, considering you want to kill me so bad." Levi approaches Zeke once more and you look up silently at the sight, barely allowing yourself to truly care about their arguments anymore... there were more things on your mind. "I'm the kind of person who saves the best bite for last," Levi says lowly, "I like to savour the taste." Eren's voice now reaches the air in the dark atmosphere of the room. "We killed the Marley brass and destroyed their port and fleet. That should buy us some time."

You frown, "Until the whole world launches a joint attack on Paradis?" You ask finally speaking up as Eren's deadpan eyes meet yours. Hange's eyes gleam in agreement. "Every time you're caught by the enemy, we sacrifice lives to get you back. No matter how many it takes. And yet knowing that, you went so far to make yourself a hostage... Just like you hoped, we didn't have much choice. You put your trust in us and we lost our trust in you." Hange's words linger in the air until Zeke looks up from where he sits, speaking. "But now we have the Founding Titan and a Titan with royal blood.” He eyes you subtly before continuing. “The cost of those sacrifices will be paid through Eldia's freedom." There is a tense silence when the door to the room opens once more, revealing Connie. Your heart thrums but you see the loss and pain etched on his face, you hear the distant yells of Armin and Mikasa.

"Sasha... is dead."

You see the tears pour from Connie's eyes, you feel yourself bite your lip so hard you're sure you can taste blood as you look down forcing yourself to composure and knowing you're failing. The silence is long, as everyone's faces are one of grim grief. "Connie." Eren's voice fills the quiet of the room. "Did Sasha... have any last words?" Connie's voice breaks as his eyes stare hauntingly at you all, shock on his features. "She said... meat." Your heart breaks. You hear a trembling sound come from Eren, which turns into a soft laugh. "Eren..." Jean speaks looking ghostly as he stares at the man. "Sasha only died because you dragged the Scouts into this." You watch as Eren starts to grit his teeth, face low and trying to hide the look of devastation on his face. But you have had enough. You push yourself off the wall, keeping your head low, face dark as you walk across the room going to the door.

You ignore the look of grief and yet concern that Levi gives you as you go past the door and out of the room. You make your way to Mikasa and Armin who have their heads on the floor, sobbing. You look past them to see the brunette who had been laughing and looking at you, sparks of life in her eyes just minutes ago. She had her eyes closed, bandages wrapped countless times around her torso but for naught as blood seeped from past them, soaking her abdomen. Blood trickled from her mouth and you knelt by her side, holding Mikasa in comfort as she sobbed into your chest, inconsolable. You held Sasha's hand, one last time, breath constricting at the feeling of it so cold against your own. You do your best to comfort your squad members who join you in silent gestures as they grieve her presence heavily. You fight your tears but a lone one escapes. You meet eyes with Levi who also enters the room, looking at the sight at a complete loss.

You mourn the loss of your squad member... with your squad.

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[Chapter Twenty-Eight] <--> [Chapter Thirty]

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fuckyeaharthuriana · 3 months ago

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Morgause through time (movies, tv shows, opera and musicals)

1999 Excalibur kid (played by Francesca Scorsone): My favorite Morgause, here for the first time she is a co-protagonist and the main antagonist of a movie. In this re-interpretation of Connecticut Yankee, Morgause decides to bypass Arthur and use her magic to call a modern day guy into arthurian times, let him take the sword from the stone and become king... much easier to manipulate a fish out of water than Arthur himself! She is quite funny too through the movie. She also can use magic.

2001 The Mists of Avalon (played by Joan Allen): Directly adapted from the novels, Morgause takes the classic role of witch, Arthur's half sister, Morgana's ally and antagonist. In this miniseries, Morgause also raises Mordred like her son, and raises him to be ready to take power from Guinevere and Arthur, back to her family.

2005 Kaamelott (played by Anouk Grinberg as Anna de Tintagel): In Kaamelott, Anna is a very secondary characters who only appears in a few episodes. She is introduced as Arthur's half sister, married to Lot and desiring Arthur's death more than anything else. She seems to have a long term plan to destroy Arthur, and it is not clear if she actually conceived Mordred with him and this will come out in the new movie, or if it was simply a reference to Morte d'arthur.

2008 Merlin (played by Emilia Fox): Morgause is a warrior and magic user, daughter of Gorlois and Vivienne and half sister of Morgana. She appears in the show to tell Arthur and Morgana the truth about Uther's cruelty and their families. Later on, she works alongside Morgana to destroy Uther and conquer Camelot, allowing magic users to finally be free.

2018 Arthur et les enfants de la Table Ronde (voiced by Barbara Scaff in the French original version): Morgause is one of the two Tintagel sisters (the other being Igraine) who are the main antagonists of this animated show. She is kind of goofy and a bit of a lackey to her sister Igraine. Together with their cousin Mordred they want to take power from Uther as they believe themselves the true inheritors of the Pendragon line.

I found it pretty interesting that Morgause was eliminated pretty quickly from arthurian movies. If we look at a chronological list of movies and tv shows (ex. this one) we can see how her role was absorbed by Morgana.

In 1960 we have the musical Camelot (adaptation of White's Oafk) which still retains Morgause as Mordred's mother. Morgause does not appear, but she is mentioned, while Morgana appears in one scene. This is the first time we have Mordred presented as Arthur's relative, and probably the big turnaround that finally allows Mordred to appears in movies as Arthur's illegitime son. In the BBC "The Legend of King Arthur" (1979) Morgause is also Mordred's mother, but does not appear - we have instead Morgana.

"Mists of Avalon" retains Morgause as Mordred mother by allowing her to adopt him after Morgana gave birth to him. This will be the last time she will appear as his mother.

I suspect since "Excalibur" (1981) was such a success, it was just easier for movies to add the much more active Morgana (often also taking the role of Nimue) instead of Morgause, and to merge the two together to enrich Morgana's character even more.

In general, for the few times Morgause actually appears, she seems to take the role of antagonist, I suspect almost "stealing" it from Morgana often to allow Morgana to be more sympathetic. In "Excalibur kid" she acts as a witch, effectively taking the role often given to Morgana but her actress is quite fun and the movie light enough that she still manages to avoid the evil cliches, in "Mists of Avalon" she is also one of the main antagonists and is not presented in a sympathetic light.

"Kaamelott" then has, in my opinion, the most interesting adaptation of Morgause. She hates Arthur, but the scenes where she expresses her hatred also shows her so filled with despair and emotions, and many of her appearances leaves an almost unease and enigmatic feeling (or at least they did in me!).

In 2008 ("Merlin") we go back to almost a cliche villain Morgause. While her cause does have merit, Merlin BBC never did a good job in managing the oppression of magic users vs what ways and means of resistance were considered allowed by the morality of the shows. We have Morgana, Morgause and many other magic users who are oppressed cruelly, and yet are only introduced as villains and often taken to the extreme in their actions or just "smirking like a villain" scenes.

And finally we get to the 2018 French animated series, which full turns Morgause into a comedic villain.

A small note: I was quite sad to see that Morgana has taken Morgause's role with so much success than even in the 2021's "The Green Knight" Gawain's mother is Morgana herself.

#morgause #anna de tintagel #merlin #kaamelott #the mists of avalon #mists of avalon #merlin bbc #arthur et les enfants de la table ronde #excalibur kid #characters through time #mordredmother

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plant-acts · 9 months ago

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Linked Universe College Theater AU

The amount of crazy stuff that goes on in my college theater program deserves to be immortalized with my favorite characters!

So here is what I think they would be like if they were Theater Majors with Time and Malon being their professors (plus some other fun characters at the end)!

Time: 46 | Technical Theater Director for the college | In the beginning, he was a simple high school theater teacher, but after seeing an opening at a small college he and his wife decided to apply! He has been teaching at the college for the past 6 years and essentially saved the program. He loves his job, but if he gets one more student named Link, he might burn the place down. His wife is the Artistic Director, Malon, and their son Twilight is his student.

Twilight: 22 | Technical Theater | His parents had him introduced to theater at a young age and he quickly learned that he enjoyed the technical aspect more than the acting side (like father like son). Even though Time insisted he could apply to any college, Twi chose to go to his parent's program. Within the theater, he leads the set-building crew. The man is crazy strong (a platform almost fell on Wild while he was working underneath it and with one hand, Twi caught the set, and with the other; he dragged Wild out). He is living with his parents until he graduates. After that, he hopes to open a summer stock theater in a nearby town.

Warriors: 21 |Performance Theater | Originally, after graduating high school he was going to go into the military, but plans changed after his grandmother passed. Now he is one of the newest performance majors! To be honest, he never saw himself on the stage until he was forced to go to a summer musical audition at the college with his younger stepbrother, Wind. To his surprise, he got a part and has been in love with it ever since! He can often be found helping with the costume department (everyone begs him to please stop trying to put them in scarves; the stage lights are too hot for it). He and his younger stepbrothers live in an apartment together.

Legend: 21 | Performance Theater | He has probably been doing theater longer than everyone else (besides Twilight, but they don’t count him because his parents are theater teachers). As a kid, his family signed him up for summer classes. Quickly, they found he had genuine talent, and he performed throughout high school. At one point, he was in an official production of Matilda, but he refuses to tell which it was. Expressing emotions has always been hard for him and theater is an outlet he can use to be anyone he wants (although sometimes he regrets the performance major choice, especially when he has to dye his hair pink for a role, and it stains). Although he's a performance major, he could give tech students a run for their money. He somehow knows everything (years of experience)! He lives in an apartment near campus with his roommates Ravio and Hyrule.

Sky: 20 | Performance Theater | The Dude was born for the stage. His first performance was in high school, and he has led in every show since. He just seems to shine and embody the character. His high school theater program was small, so it was a culture shock to see so many talented people at the college. Because of that, he struggles with self-doubt. He sometimes doesn’t believe he is good enough to be there. His girlfriend, Sun, is also a performance major at the college and does what she can to assure him he is crazy talented, just like the rest of them. He has the best singing voice out of everyone and is not afraid to do karaoke at the worst time. They live together in an apartment right next to Legend and Hyrule (all the apartments just happen to be in the same building on the same floor).

Hyrule: 20 | Technical Theater | Growing up, he wasn’t sure what he wanted to be. That was until he needed an art credit and joined the tech theater class! He has been in love with it ever since! He loves seeing a show come together and how everyone works as a team to make it happen. Usually, he is in charge of finding props in the maze that is the prop loft (seriously; it is a mess; they have lost Four back there a few times). If no one steps up to be a stage manager or assistant director for a show, he will gladly fill that spot. He lives with his roommates Legend and Ravio.

Wild: 20 | Technical Theater | Originally, he was going to be a performance major, but an accident in his first semester of college changed that. Now he has a cool scar on his face and the memory of a goldfish (to be honest it had always been comically bad, so nothing much changed there). He wasn’t going to let some bad luck stop his love of theater, so he changed majors and has been a menace to Time ever since (maybe he will go back to acting one day, who knows ;)). Whether it’s helping in any way possible, specifically building sets with Twilight, or assisting with costumes, he is always lending a hand. He is convinced OSHA does not apply to him (when does it ever apply in theater). One time, he put a ladder on an electric lift so he could fix a sign. The sign still ended up crooked. No one knows why, but he somehow has everything anyone could ever need in his tool belt. Nails? Check. Bobby Pins? Check. The secrets of the universe? Maybe? He lives with his partner Flora and support dog, Wolfie.

Four: 19 | Four is actually 4 different people. The quadruplets all applied to the same college and didn’t realize until they got their acceptance letters! For the longest time, everyone thought they were the same person (somehow the brothers never noticed that people believed this and just thought everyone was being weird when they said a second ago, they watched him leave through the opposite door). After everyone figured it out, they started wearing colored headbands so people could tell them apart (they absolutely have switched colors to mess with people or get out of doing a job). Everyone calls them Four as a joke, and because it is easier than trying to catch sight of the colored headbands. They live with their older brother Shadow, who is a technical theater major, but he works nights, and they don’t see each other on campus much.

Blue: Technical Theater | Hides on the catwalk after hanging lights and you won't know about it until he is screaming "HEADS" because he dropped his phone.

Green: Performance Theater | He has just kinda accepted the fact that if there is a young character, he will be typecast as them. It doesn't help that he looks androgynous and can play a man or woman.

Red: Performance Theater | If there was a most dramatic award he would get it. One time he got a paper cut and screamed so loud that Hyrule swears he felt the loft shake.

Vio: Technical Theater | He is the resident painter of the program, which means he is in charge of doing the shading for every. single. set. More than once he has stayed the night to finish painting a flat.

Wind: 18 | Technical/Performing Theater | He couldn't decide which he wanted to major in, so he dual majors (Malon and Time have a small fun competition to see if they can convince him to favor one over the other)! He lived in a small coastal town until his grandmother died. After that, he and his twin brother Spirit moved in with their stepbrother Warriors since they already planned to go to the same college. More than once, he has to be told to slow down his lines (totally not projecting here). He's absolutely convinced that the theater is haunted after he was locked in and heard crying from the loft. His favorite part of tech is drawing up a design for the set. He is the head of marketing and takes it very seriously. Although he is the youngest, he hates being treated like he doesn't know what is going on and people not letting him help on important projects. He's been doing theater since middle school and just wants to be a part of the team!

Other Characters!

Hylia: ??? | Head of Performing Arts | She has been working at the college for as long as anyone can remember. Kind, but can be quite strict with her employees and their students if they get out of line.

Gannon: ??? | College President | Not much to say about him, he never leaves his office. But before Time and Malon started teaching, he tried to shut down the theater department because there weren't enough students.

Malon: 47 | Artistic Director | She, Time, and Twilight live on a few acres of land given to her by her father. She loves to invite The Chain (the name she gave the group of Links who joined the program and became friends) over for game nights. More than once she has walked into her office to see one of the boys asleep in the corner, where she has a stack of pillows.

Beetle: 23 | ??? | Legit just some dude who really likes the college productions and goes to every show to support the program.

Shadow: 22 | Technical Theater | No one is quite sure if he even exists. Every time a prop breaks, they call his name, and in the blink of an eye; it is either fixed or gone. He runs the lights, but the glass of the tech booth is so dirty you can't see what he looks like (hence the nickname Shadow). Four insists that he is their older brother, but the believability of that differs from person to person.

Ravio: 21 | Business Sales | Legend and Hyrule's roommate. More than once, he has tried to sell things he "borrowed" from people back to their owners. It never works and he just plays it off as practice for his business class.

Flora: 20 | Mechanical Engineer | She lives with Wild and is half of his impulse control. She can get super focused on her studies and Wild will drag her to the theatre to get her out of the house (and prove that yes he does have a girlfriend, and no she is not made up)

Sun: 20 | Performance Theatre | In high school, she and Sky were cast as Audrey and Seymour in Little Shop of Horrors. She was so nervous about the Suddenly Seymour kiss that she was almost sick. Her and Sky laugh about it now because he was also super scared to kiss his crush.

Tetra:19 | Navy | Wind’s best friend from his hometown. They kept in touch even after he moved away. She is joining the Navy and the last summer before she left and he started college; they met up in person for the first time in months. They just hung out at the beach and talked like old times. They miss each other, so she tries to surprise him at his shows as much as she can.

Phantom: 18 | Psychology | Spirits best friend. She can and will talk your ear off about whatever new thing she is learning in class. She lives in an apartment with a few of her friends and invites Spirit to every girl's night (he has crush privileges and loves to gossip just as much as any of the gals)

Spirit: 18 | Civil Engineering | Wind's twin brother. He wants to work on building transportation routes between different cities (although the amount of work he has to do makes him wish he just went into fast food instead). He might not talk much, but his facial expressions can rival any of the actors.

Aryll: 13 | Middle School | Wind and Spirits younger sister. She moved in with her dad and stepmom after their grandma's death. She misses the beach but is happy to be making friends and learning about the city.

If you made it this far, please do not be afraid to ask questions in my ask box. I am dying to talk and write about this AU.

Please.

I beg.

(Also, I am pretty new to the loz and LU fandoms so if something feels off, or I missed some characters, tell me and I'll fix/talk about them!)

#Please enjoy this #It took so long to write #Also please ask questions I would love to tell more about it #Or maybe write a fic or two #Linked Theater AU #linked universe #lu time #lu twilight #lu warriors #lu legend #lu sky #lu hyrule #lu wild #lu four #lu wind #biggest little theater au

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