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crowwolf8 · 14 days
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don’t blame me, my little brother took these photos
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informalcrybaby · 1 year
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Clever Girl (Harwin Strong x OC) (Part 3)
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Summary: Lyra and Harwin meet again at the tourney.
A/N: Hey everyone! Here is the next part in the “Clever Girl” series, I hope you like it! As someone with three brothers of my very own, I think this reflects how they always seem to contribute to things not going to plan. Thanks a ton for the likes and messages!
 Lyra’s father often commented that her curiosity would most likely be the cause of her demise and even in death, she would find herself lurking around corners in the afterlife to spy on the Gods. So, it came as no surprise that after their tent and possessions were situated, Lyra stole away into the bustling crowds to explore her lively new surroundings.
           She was dressed simply in the colors of her house, a gown of emerald, green held together with deep copper stitching. Her fiery red hair hung how she preferred it, loosely and unconfined. As she weaved through the throng of chattering people, her eyes scanned each of their faces, searching for the pair of blue eyes that made her heart float. Fifteen minutes passed and she praised her sense of direction, for at the edge of the encampment, stood the Strong tent.
           Nobody milled about outside or sat on the lonely pine benches in front of a freshly laid firepit. From her vantage point behind the nearest tree, she strained her eyes, trying desperately to see even the slightest of movements through the gap the tents flap provided. After several breathes, a sudden realization struck her. Was she no better than a common lurker? What would Ser Harwin, or worse his father, think if they were to catch her peering into their temporary quarters? Mortified at the idea of being discovered, Lyra slowly stepped back from the tree to begin her escape. Her boots crunched out three steps before hitting something…or someone solid.
           Warm breath crested the top of her head as her hand instinctively went to hover over the dagger concealed in the simple belt encircling her waist. A large, tanned hand laid itself on hers before the dagger could be freed.
“We meet again Lady Cutthroat,” The most delightful baritone uttered from behind her, the owner of who’s hand still laid on her own, “But I do believe I am in possession of the upper hand this time.”
           Harwin’s words stole all breathe from her lungs and lit her body aflame with a heat that both terrified and delighted her. At every point where their bodies touched, the flames burned harder and as if she were a Targaryen, she felt herself sinking deeper into the fire. Harwin made a noise deep in his throat and spun her to face him.
“It seems that I have been bested.” She whispered breathlessly, taking in the features she had only dreamed of for months. Gods, he was the most magnificent things she had ever witnessed.
“Our score is even then.”
“So, it seems.” Lyra’s eyes bore into his, the world around then blurring.
“May I ask what you’re doing lurking outside my tent, Lyra?” He asked, a mischievous smile curled his luxurious lips, her name dripping from them like honey. When he spoke her name, like a delicacy, she ignited with the need to know what it tasted like.
“I came bearing orders to assassinate you.”
“Who wishes me dead?” He challenged playfully.
“A good assassin kills themselves when facing interrogation.” Lyra smirked as Harwin’s eyebrows shot up in surprise and then melted as he laughed heartily.
“Clever girl, I would rather perish than watch you fall on your own sword.”
           No words passed between them when Lyra realized that he still held her hand in his own. She tensed, unused to the feeling of a man that wasn’t family’s hands on her. Feeling her sudden shift, Harwin gently stroked his thumb over the tops of her fingers. What would it feel like to have those hands elsewhere? She wondered and from the look on his face, she felt he was thinking the same thing.
“Lyra!” Bastion’s cry broke her from her lust filled trance. Dropping her hand from Harwin’s grasp, she spun, eyes zeroing in on her brother.
           Two tents over, Bash hung in the air, suspended by the hand of a very angry man, fist buried in the back of the young boy’s tunic. His nose dripping with fresh blood. The world became a canvas, and its artist chose to paint all in crimson. Gathering her skirts in her shaking hand, Lyra stormed across the earth, dodging all that stood in her way until she was within a foot of the man who thought he had the right to lay even a finger on her kin.
“Release him now or I will not hesitate to bury my knife in your thick skull!” She seethed, baring her teeth, and not hesitating to drop her hand to her belt, unsheathing a sliver of her dagger to show the man she wasn’t one to utter false threats.
“Silence girl,” He growled, shaking a terrified Bash, “The boy tried to steal from me, and I will take what is owed for thievery.”
“I just wanted to see his sword Lyra,” Bash squeaked, his face taking on a slight blue hue from his restricted flow of air, “Please believe me!”
           Fresh tears fell from his eyes, falling to mix with the blood gushing from his nose. Even if he had attempted to steal, Lyra would not allow physical harm to go unanswered. With a steady breathe, acknowledging what she was about to do, she readied herself for her attack but just as she started forward, a hand reached out from behind her and before she could protest, she was staring at Harwin’s back.
“Release the boy Edmund,” Harwin ordered lowly and when he didn’t immediately comply, he growled out, “NOW!”
           Edmund released Bash, who fell to the ground with a thump and gasped for the breathes he had been robbed of. Rounding Harwin, she fell to the ground by her brother, taking his face in her hands.
“The boy tried to steal from me!” Edmund accused; finger crooked accusingly to the crumpled boy.
“Hold your tongue!” Harwin shouted back, stepping forward until the two men were nose to nose.
“You don’t under--“Edmund was cut off by Harwin’s next statement.  
“That boy is of noble blood and will not be treated as a common thief, no matter the trespass you believe he committed.”
“But the little rat tr—” Edmund tired again but was denied for a second time.
“Silence!” Harwin roared, causing Lyra to shutter, “I will hear no more from you about a boy who hardly reaches your hip.”
           The two men remained in each other’s faces for a heartbeat longer, Harwin’s blazing eyes shooting daggers into Edmunds. Finally, Edmund turned and stalked through the opening in his tent. When Harwin calmed enough to address the siblings, a warmth spread through his chest at Lyra’s sisterly ministrations.
“There we go,” She whispered calmly, encouraging the boy the hold the piece of cloth she had ripped from her sleeve to his nose, “Hold tight and the bleeding will stop soon silly boy.”
“I’m ok Lyra,” He grumbled, attempting to preserve any remaining dignity, “Can we go back to our tent now?”
           The crowd that had gathered slowly began to taper off, but a few prying eyes still lingered. Bash didn’t seem to care about them though, for he was only focused on Harwin, who stood sentinel over the pair. Sensing her brother’s discomfort, she lifted herself from the ground and tried not to laugh as the boy ignored her helpful hand. He struggled for a moment, with only one hand to lift himself, but eventually was able to do the same. To the boy’s dismay, she still placed a comforting arm around his shoulders.
“Thank you, Ser Harwin but it would seem, with that show, our score is now uneven.” Lyra mused.
“The tourney has just begun, Lady Lyra, I’m sure you will find an advantage somewhere.” Harwin replied, tipping his head to the pair and cursing her horribly interruptive family internally.
“Count on it.” She smiled demurely before tightening her hold on her troublesome brother and turning to disappear into the crowd.
“Goodluck in the games Ser Harwin!” Bastion yelled over his shoulder, a feral smile accompanying his words.
           Harwin stood in place, watching them walk away until her fiery hair completely disappeared. He knew it was improper, savage even, but he knew he had to get her alone. He just had to figure out how.
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maraudersreader · 1 year
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If the song BackStabber (by Kesha) was around when regulus and Sirius went to school whenever Sirius would see regulus around snivellous he would play it even if he knew they despised eachother he would get so offended when regulus went near snape whether the brothers were in good terms or not he’d sing it in his face.
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torilove97 · 4 months
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My dad: tell your older brother to do *something*
Me: please tell him yourself, if I tell him to do anything his fragile ego gonna explode and he will do the OPPOSSITE
My dad: *the one who literally learn that fucking behavior from* no he wouldn't
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forgetful-nerd · 4 months
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If these two ever met they’d probably annoy the shit out of each other in a sorta older “responsible” sibling vs. younger “wild card” sibling way.
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bet-on-me-13 · 5 months
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Dan is Trigon
So! The Teen Titans had been chasing down a Cult lately, and they had finally managed to track down their main bases location.
Unfortunately, they got there just a bit too late and the Summoning Ritual they had been preforming was finished. The Being they had been calling crawled up and out of the Circle drawn in Blood on the floor.
And Raven felt her heart Stop. Because that Being crawling it's way out of the Summoning Circle looked almost exactly like her Father's True Form. But also different.
Where her Father's hair was a White Flame, this one's hair looked like Freshly Fallen Snow. Instead of her Father's Blood Red Skin, this being had Icy Blue Skin. And most strikingly, In place of her Father's Piercing Red Eyes, this being had Lazarus Green Eyes.
But even with all those changes, she could still the similarities in the Bone Structure, the shape of the Jaw, and most importantly the Untold Power radiating off of them.
Before they could react, the Being turned its attention to the Cultists.
"Who Dares Summon, the Ghost King?"
"We do, Out Lord Pariah Dark! We Beseech Thee, take this unclean world and tear it down! Cleanse the World of its Filth!"
"Oh Goddammit, not again." Said the Being, "Look, Pariah hasn't been in Power for Centuries. I, am Phantom. And I don't do the whole 'Destroy all Worlds' thing, you want your own constellation? I'm your guy. Otherwise? Bite it."
"Bu-But my Lord! We summoned you to-"
"Yeah how about no." Said the unimpressed God, "Here, let me send you guys Home. I'll give you guys some riches or something as compensation, but that's it."
And with that, the God snapped its fingers and the cultists disappeared.
"Now, who are you kids?" He turned to them.
Robin stepped forward, "We are the Teen Titans, and originally we came to stop them from Summoning you. Now, I honestly don't know what to do..."
"Oh, you guys are Heroes! That's interesting, I don't come across worlds with Heroes very often." Said the Ghost King, "The last one was the one with those Revengers or whatever they called themselves. The Spider Totem was fun to talk to, and Thor is always..."
As Phantom mumbled to himself, Raven stepped up. "King Phantom, I have a Question. Why do you resemble the true form or Trigon so closely? As his Daughter, I can recognize your similarities easily, and I was curious."
The King stopped dead.
"...daughter?"
"Oh, yes. Trigon is my father, though obviously I haven't talked to him recently." She explained.
"...that asshole." He said, "How could he not tell me I had a NIECE!?"
Wait what?
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nordidia · 9 months
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morning grumpy raph is something that can be so personal
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ppl who get extremely dramatic and emotional when eepy gang
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homkamiro · 5 months
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"Love, huh?"
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solarmorrigan · 6 months
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Steve does not give one good god damn if the kids swear or not; after everything they've been through, he's pretty sure they've earned the right to throw around a good fuckshitdamn now and then. Besides that, he never gets blamed for their bad language because he is scrupulously good at keeping his own language clean when he wants to be
He's never said anything more offensive than a fucking "Darn it" in front of any of the kids' parents. It's to the point where the last time Dustin had sworn in front of his mother, she'd reprimanded him by asking why he couldn't take a leaf out of Steve's book and be less foul-mouthed
Steve is toying with the idea that if he swears in front of Mrs. Henderson now, she might actually blame Dustin for being a bad influence
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monocub · 5 months
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little bro fits in perfectly :)
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what-ami · 1 month
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In book 3 the awakening, Zuko confronts Azula in her bedroom after speaking with his father. Such a serious scene yet I noticed that these two really are siblings when Zuko left the damn door open when leaving.
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otaku553 · 6 months
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Ok so I have been stewing this crossover au in my brain nonstop for the past few days and. I am nothing if not committed to the bit, so. Volume cover redraws :)
Here are the originals:
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If you want to read more about my one piece spy x family crossover, keep reading!
So the idea is simple! Crossover reincarnation au where ASL is reborn in Spy x Family. They’re each born separately and none of them are born with the same names as their previous lives, and with no way of finding each other, they each find their own thing to do in the world.
Sabo, too used to the dangers of being a spy, eventually finds a cause to devote himself to again, in preventing war from engulfing the country he was reborn in. Ace, drawn to fire as he was in his previous life, used arson as a means to rob rich people for sustenance and survival, and is eventually scouted and hired by Garden as a fire specialist and assassin. And Luffy, though born in perhaps the poorest condition, grows up happily and takes whatever part time jobs he wants to do.
The thing about Sabo is that, as much as he seems like a young man of good repute and high standing within society, everyone in WISE knows that he is a massive nuisance. Nobody knew in the beginning how a child less than half the age of most of their veteran agents could have the same skills and knowledge in their profession. Sabo was— and still is— hyper competent, and by the time WISE figured out just how much of a menace to society he was, it was too late.
Ace forgot for the first few years of his new life that he wasn’t made of fire, and consequently, received multiple accidental burns. This did not deter him, however, from growing up to be a very skilled arsonist, well-practiced in every which way to start a dumpster fire or house fire. As a teenage he would use this often to draw attention as he robbed rich people blind. When he was caught, he was given an ultimatum by Garden: join them and receive payment for starting fires and causing problems under contract, or face the government and authorities for his crimes. Begrudgingly, he joined Garden, but eventually comes to appreciate that he can make substantial money in his element.
Luffy is Luffy. No telepathy or experimentation, no fancy schools, no gimmicks or secret identities. But he has still lived an extremely colorful life in this world, full of fascinating and kind individuals who have helped him grow up healthy and relatively happy. He goes where he is free, and he takes whatever part time jobs he wants in order to make the minimum he needs to survive.
Ace and Sabo find each other first, in their late teens, and neither of them realize that the other remembers their previous life, but both refuse to separate. (Sabo thinks Ace doesn’t remember, because Ace didn’t recognize him. Ace never saw Sabo grow up past 10, however, so he doesn’t recognize older Sabo immediately. By the time he does realize who exactly Sabo is, Sabo has backtracked and pretends to know Ace from a dream, or from somewhere else.)
Sabo’s attachment to Ace, predictably, causes problems between Sabo and WISE, but by then, Sabo is indispensable to the organization, and they make an exception for Sabo to be able to remain with Ace, so long as Ace never finds out what Sabo’s actual job is. Ace, on the other hand, hides his job because he doesn’t want his brother, who he has just found and who does not know Ace well enough yet, to know that he makes a living from killing people.
And they find Luffy sometime afterwards, prior to the beginning of the Spy x Family canon. Luffy figures out, not long after moving in with his brothers, both of his brothers’ secret occupations and the fact that both of them remember their past memories. He thinks it is common knowledge, however, and so he never brings it up.
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meruz · 13 days
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kid au i guess? idk
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eightyonefour · 6 days
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*crowd starts singing it's friday then*
lando: nonono don’t.. 🤚 thank you!
oscar: yeah keep going, he loves it! 😈
lando: i hate this song now 🙃
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crazy-fangirl2524 · 1 month
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My biggest flex will always be how I knew Neil was the more feral and dangerous one than Andrew this whole time even before tsc and seeing the entire fandom freaked out makes me want to kiss and hug Nora and just thank her for finally finally showing everyone and I’m not just crazy
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emoreooo · 1 month
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one day i’ll grow even taller than my brother, you’ll see !!
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