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knight! joel miller x princess! femreader

summary: born in a noble family, there was always expectations of how one should present themselves. how one must be a well-trained ideal. show the people you are capable of ruling them into peace forever. it was how you were expected to be. a well-bred princess who never loses her composure in front of her people. in front of her family. in front of anyone.

but when the inkling rumor of war spread and your family afraid, they hire a personal guard to keep an eye. you just didn’t expect he, joel miller, will be the one to make you lose your composure.

warnings: 18+ readers for the sole purpose of upcoming parts (smut, etc.) age gap (reader is 28, joel is 37), no outbreak, violence, vulgar language, toxic family dynamics, parent issues, not a history nerd with royal/knights/medieval, “enemies” to lovers, *this will continually update as parts are uploaded. warnings will be on every parts as well*

authors note: don’t ask how i get these ideas but this had the inner child in me giggling and kicking my feet. i am always a sucker for these fantasy romances and joel miller is my current obsession. i am also sort of new to creating series on tumblr so i don’t know the whole protocol on how these work other than my mind thinking oh you’re just uploading chapters. overall, quite excited to show y’all this!

PARTS:

prologue

chapter one: tba..

chapter two: tba…

Mothman's Buffy Rewatch: Season 2, episodes 20 and 21, "Go Fish" and "Becoming (Part 1)

Go Fish

Buffy on da beach, what will she do

Who the fuck is this man where did he come from 😭😭

Gross! Bro just became the human globster (cryptozoology reference)

I swear I thought this episode was about the boys turning into fish monsters not being attacked by them

WHY ARE THEY STILL JUST LETTING WILLOW TEACH CLASS

"I like teaching!" "That's nice." My jaded teacher parents core

God I hate how terrible students get away with everything because they're good athletes

Cam needs to stfu

Ew he just asked her about wearing a bra

HE LOCKED THE DOOR KILL HIM KILL HIM

LMFAO GET HIS ASS BUFFY EXTREMELY DESERVED

"She totally led me on, look at the way she dresses!" God I hate him I hate him I hope he suffers

Buffy should have killed him actually

"Like an oreo cookie"

Yo is Cam about to get eaten?

Aw no he didn't :(

LMAO XANDER get him I love bullying Cam

Wait I think Cam did get eaten hell yeah

Damn Cordelia can draw? Good for her

"Good this is so sad. We're never getting the state championship" honestly yes that is sadder than the death of a sexual harassing misogynist lmao

"What? No. I just snuck in yesterday and peed in the pool." LMAO??

WHY DOES ANGELUS HAVE TO SHOW UP EVERY SINGLE EPISODE GOD

Welp he stole the monster's lunch

Nevermind the chlorine was too much for him

Oh it's steroids not chlorine woopsies

"Okey Dookie coachy"

OH WAIT IT IS ABOUT THEM TURNING INTO FISH MONSTERS I KNEW I REMEMBERED IT FOR A REASON

THE STEAM IS STEROIDS? shit Xander is in danger

Damn i thought ghe nurse was evil but just the coach ig

WHAT THE FUCK HE THREW HER TO THEM

I hope this end up eating the coach. I think they do but I don't remember this episode very well

"After the fall of the Soviet Union..." what. Stop it this is my break from history class man

"They've already had dinner. The boys have other needs." EW FUCK YOU FUCK YOU

Cordelia still caring about Xander when she thinks he's a fish man is sending me. Character growth!!

Yeah get him Xander!

BUFFY LET HIM GO !! Let him get eaten

They just let the monsters go free into the sea 😭

Becoming (Part 1)

Angel with the fuckass sideburns

I do not CARE about Bangel GRAH

Xander is so goofy with the nuggets

"Don't touch me you have fish hands!" Actually no he got cured last episode

Aw poor Drusilla :(((

It's so sad knowing how drusilla ends up :( all she wanted was to be good

"Wah, this doesn't make any sense!" She's just like me fr

Willow being firm is always so nice to see in earlier seasons

They found the disk yippee

Angelus getting bullied into having a soul by an old woman

Willow was researching the black arts... the beginning of the end (I love witch willow she's my bestie)

Xander what angel does as angelus isn't his fault 😭😭 don't get me wrong I hate regular angel but like. Don't blame him for that

KENDRA IS BACK!!

Goofy ass statue

Ok why do they want to make the entire world go ro hell. What is the point

This bitch taunting fhe soulfull vampire 😭😭

WAIT HE BROUGHT ANGEL TO SEE BUFFY????

"Oh, not the heart"

Damn Hank sounds cringe

"She's just a kid!" *proceeds to date her*

Heartwarming!!! Angelus fucking fails !!!

THE WOMAN JUST COMING INTO THE CLASSROOM AND SETTING HERSELF ON FIRE OM CRYING WHAT

Hell yeah its Mr. Pointy!!!

Immolation-O-Gram

WHY DID ANGELUS LOOK SO GOOFY WHEN HE SAID ALRIGHT LETS FIGHT bro was waving his arms around like a goofball

Dropped a bookshelf on Willow :(

I'm so glad the library I work at does not have vampire fights

Buffy stake him while he's monologuing

Why did they have to get Sarah Michelle Gellar's stunt double to run across the road

What is dru doing to Kendra lmao

THAT ONE TINY SCRATCH KILLED HER?? can someone confirm if she hit a major artery or if the writers just goofed

IT DIDNT EVEN BLEED THAT MUCH? if it was a major artery it would have bled a lot more surely 😭

Buffy gets arrested not clickbait

(Previous)

Jasper.

The Yveltal looks up from where he was staring into the water. Hendrik. You have steeled yourself, then?

The Cobalion gives a brisk nod, moving to stand beside Jasper. He hesitates, trying to find the most accurate way to phrase his words. I have been… informed… that you might have some… romantic… feelings for me.

The Yveltal blushes and averts Hendrik’s eyes, staring back into the crystal clear water. And… what if I do?

Hendrik is completely silent, for an excruciatingly awkward five minutes. Is it not… wrong for a man to feel this way about another man…?

Jasper laughs, the sound hollow even to his own ears. The world is a much different place nowadays. There are so many things to learn about… like gravity. Has Sarah told you about that?

What in Giratina’s bloody name is “grah-vi-tee”?

Heh, I figured. Jasper shakes his head slightly. The duo are silent for a few seconds. Being romantically involved with someone of the same gender is widely accepted nowadays. He turns to the Cobalion, I mean, even Artemis has a wife.

Oh. Hendrik had never realized that “wife” meant romantic partner. I see.

Jasper holds up his hand, as if to snap his fingers. If being with a man really bothers you, I could simply-

No.

What-?

I am not letting you change your identity. His unsaid words lingered in the air. For me.

Jasper turns back away, his face burning. It would solve our problems-

Kiss me.

The Yveltal whips his head to the Cobalion, whose face is bright red.

I… I want to know what it would be like. With you.

Jasper fully turns to Hendrik, only now noticing how close they’re standing. A-Are you certain-

I have never been more certain. He places a hand on Jasper’s shoulder. Please.

Alright. If that is what you want, my… His voice trails off before the word friend is said. Jasper moves one of his hands to caress Hendrik’s face, noting how the other shivers at the touch. We should… you know. Jasper vaguely gestures to their horns, which abruptly disappear from both their heads.

Hendrik swiftly tosses his gloves to the side and mimics Jasper’s action. Their faces are mere inches apart now… Please. Tell me if you do not want this.

Jasper only smiled in return. How could he not tell him that it was all he’d ever wanted…?

(Next)

YEAH YEAH THE ORIGINAL COPIES. SARAH CALLING HIM. I JUST. GRAH. MARK. MARK MARK MARK. HES SO FUCKED UP I. HNNNHHFHG. YOU SAID IT PERFECTLY

FR AND THANK YOU

We love the poor, fucked up guy lol- /hj

Honestly, I can probably make an entire Google Doc talking about Mark and his.. 'predicament'; it's just SO well thought out and I cannot wait for more stuff with him (most likely after the next installment since that's obviously about our guys Adam and Jonah lol)

Robyn and Evadaro, Chapter One

[Author’s note: The first chapter of an extended FFXIV fan fiction I’m working on. The story will follow Robyn and Evadaro, naturally, but first I must set up the characters, starting with the last day of Robyn’s childhood. I hope you enjoy.]

Chapter One: Last day in Ul'dah    Robyn Sawyer was born and raised in Ul'dah, the son of two Hyur traders who doted upon him dearly. He began showing signs of aetheric potential early on in his life, and while a child does not cast the most impressive magic, it cannot be overstated how exciting it can be for a parent to watch their child suddenly develop the ability to shoot sparks from their fingertips. From age five Robyn was encouraged to pursue even greater feats of magical spectacle. Because of this, by age twelve he had learned to love the attention of others. He had dark hair and a slender frame with delicate facial features, attractive qualities in Ul'dah, and excelled in almost every academic subject (allowing him to quietly avoid taking too many of the physical education classes in which he was an utter failure). Everything in Robyn’s life seemed to go his way. 

     On the eighth sun of the third astral moon in the eighteenth year of his life, that all changed.

      It was a sunny day as Robyn made his way home from school. Of all the seasons Robyn enjoyed the last month of spring the most. It was such a nostalgic time, even for a man as young as him. The wind brought the smell of the grey cobblestone streets right to the forefront of one’s senses. Sunlight shined for more than half the waking day, dispelling the shadows of every alley and avenue in the city. It made Robyn feel as if he was opening his eyes for the first time since the end of summer, allowing him to see every nook and cranny he had explored when he was a child. That day was particularly nostalgic though, for it was the last day of Robyn’s childhood.

   "Graduation,“ Robyn rolled the word around in his head. He had thought the word so many times that it wasn’t a word anymore, just a series of syllables: "Grah. Juu. Ay. Shun.” From high school he would graduate to the Thaumaturgy Guild, as was usual. “But why is that usual?” he pondered, “What makes tomorrow any different from today? Why the fanfare? I’m not even changing schools.” The more he thought about it the more he felt like he was looking at a painting whose artistic merit was lost on him. “Perhaps it’s an old custom. A hold-over from school systems that don’t teach magic. Perhaps it’s just an excuse to throw a party. There are worse reasons… Or perhaps it’s to signal my expected growth from a boy into a man.”        Some part of his brain was wise enough to know this was the correct answer, though he was cautious to admit it. To acknowledge the expectation that he grow up was to admit that it was necessary. “Growing up” was not like “graduation”– he had not thought of it so much. The concept of leaving the nest of his parents’ security was a storm cloud on the horizon of his mind. Sometimes when he was alone and it was quiet Robyn would imagine living without the aid of his parents, or the attention of his friends, or the admiration of his teachers. He would then perish the thought immediately.    Robyn was in the process of perishing that very thought as he entered his home. Lost in thought he nearly didn’t notice that his parents were waiting in the living room for him. When he did he saw they were both on the couch. They both looked like they had been there for hours. Tears were in his mother’s eyes. Robyn went to his parents.    "Mom, dad, everything okay?“ he asked.    Robyn’s father said, "Robyn, you should sit down. We have to talk.”    Robyn did as instructed. His father had said these words once before, when Robyn was a child. It was how he told Robyn his dog had died.    "What’s going on?“ Robyn asked.    "Your mother and I have made a decision. It’s not a decision you’re going to like, but it’s in your best interests. I just want you to know that.”    "What is it?“ Robyn’s stomach was beginning to churn.    "We have to– we have to–” his mother couldn’t form words.    Robyn’s father spoke: “Something happened, Robyn, and we have to send you away.”    Robyn didn’t respond. He searched his parents’ eyes for a moment. He wasn’t sure what he was looking for. He was racking his brain for a possible explanation for what his father had just said. When he realized he had no explanation, that he was totally baffled, all the response he could muster was, “…What?”    "Something has happened. You know of the Garlean Empire, don’t you? Well I’ve heard tell from the other traders that the Empire has mobilized its fleet for the first time since the Calamity. Do you know what this means, Robyn?“    Robyn’s father would always do this: When Robyn was in trouble, he wouldn’t just say "You’re in trouble.” He’d pose it as a question. “What are you up to?” “Are you sure you want to do that?” “Do you know what you’re doing?” Robyn shifted in his seat.    "No, what does it mean?“    Robyn’s father’s eyes softened. He could see his son’s fear. "My boy,” he said, “my boy it’s so unfair. It might make no sense to you. You cannot see what I see. But I’m going to tell you anyway, because someday I hope you understand: Soon the world will be at war. There will be a period of at least a year where the governments of Eorzea try to prevent it… But war will come, as sure as the tides.”    Robyn’s gaze drifted away, unsure how to react. He said, “Okay, but why are you sending me away? Did I do something wrong?”    "No!“ His mother blurted, "No, you did nothing wrong darling. It’s just… Oh dear…” More crying. Robyn’s eyes went to his father pleadingly.    "I don’t understand, dad. What does this war have to do with us?“    Robyn’s father responded in a cool and rehearsed tone, "There will be many upheavals in the coming year, Robyn. There will be political division among the people of Eorzea. Some will want to go to war, some will not. Then there will be a disaster, something to motivate them to abolish all dissent. The war itself will begin after that, and those who command it will demand sacrifice from every member of society. Food will grow scarce. Disease will spread. And when one country or another prepares to fall, there will be a draft. Young men like yourself pulled out of school to go and fight. I don’t want to imagine what will happen after that. So we’re sending you away, to Limsa Lominsa. It’s far away from anywhere that the Empire can attack. You’ll be safe there.”    "Limsa Lominsa? But what about school? I’m supposed to attend the Thaumaturgy Guild in the fall.“    "You will study at the Arcanist’s Guild instead. They will appreciate your talents there.”    "But my friends are here! And I don’t know a thing about Arcanistry!“ Robyn shot to his feet, suddenly full of energy, "Why are you doing this?!”    Robyn’s father looked up at him with heavy eyes. Robyn clenched his fist. Robyn’s mother always told him he had his father’s eyes. Robyn thought about that whenever he got frustrated with his father. He thought about what it must feel like to be scorned by one’s own eyes. Both Robyn and his father held in their tears with equal, quiet dignity.    Robyn’s father said, “Because I love you, Robyn. And whatever happens I cannot bear to see you sent off to war.”    With that the conversation ended. Robyn had no more ground on which to argue.    Robyn graduated high school the next day. He told his friends and mentors that he was leaving, though he omitted his father’s prophecy of war. Robyn said goodbye to everyone and promised he’d see them again soon, even as he was certain that this was a lie. “If anything Dad says comes true, they’ll all be dead within a year, right?”    All that was left was one last goodbye: Sarah Shelly.    Sarah was the sun and the moon to Robyn, though he had never told her as much. Robyn knew that if he confessed his affections to Sarah that he would likely disappear into the background, becoming not a friend, but one of many men who fell for her charms. It was the simple things; her sweet attitude, her quiet, shy demeanor, her abnormally well-developed body, her sweet laugh…    Robyn made no motion towards his true feelings. That is, until the last time they ever saw each other: The day before Robyn left.    "Sarah,“ Robyn had arrived at her door breathless with nervousness. "Sarah I need to talk to you.”    "What is it?“ She was blonde and perfect in the whistling Ul'dah night. Robyn found himself at a loss for a moment, his mind more chemical impulses than thoughts. Finally he said,    "I’m going tomorrow. My parents are sending me to Limsa Lominsa to become an Arcanist.”    "I heard. I’m sad to see you go. But you’ll be alright, won’t you?“    "More than alright,” Robyn forced a cocky smile, “but there’s more. I wanted to tell you something that I’ve been wanting to tell you since the day I met you.”    Sarah’s eyes lost all their sympathy. “Oh,” she said, “oh crap. Robyn, can I stop you right there?”    "I love you, Sarah–“ Robyn spoke quickly, but his words suddenly caught in his throat. He could not summon another utterance until it hit him what Sarah had said. "Pardon?”    "I know what you’re going to say. You love me. You’ve always loved me. You’re going to become famous and come back to me, then marry me. Right?“    Robyn took a moment to process his situation: Sarah knew. Did she always know? Did she spend her time with him dreading the day he finally made his feelings known? Could she have even pitied him? In a way Robyn felt attacked by her insight. That she knew, but never addressed it indicated she didn’t have a high opinion of Robyn’s feelings.    Robyn said, "I don’t know about famous, but I promise I will become someone great. Someone remarkable and important. And I hope you’ll remember me while I’m away.”    Sarah sighed and leaned her head against her door frame. She said back, “What were you expecting, Robyn? That I would leap into your arms? Kiss you? Tell you I love you back? Robyn, let me ask you something… And don’t be mad when I ask it… But why do you think I’d remember you?”    Robyn said nothing. He wasn’t ready for this. He had no answers to her questions. There was nothing he could say to make his feelings sound more profound or noble than she described them. Or if there was something he could say, it eluded him completely. Robyn just wished he could go back to when high school graduation was his biggest concern. Sarah could see that he had no reaction. She went on:    "You’re just so plain. So boring. And it’s not your fault, all boys your age are like that. Trust me. Maybe you will become someone big and impressive. But that’s not now. That’s not the boy I know. Don’t ask me to remember that boy. Please? All it’ll do is make me very sad.“    Between the two youths stood a dense silence. Robyn’s looked everywhere but at Sarah. He didn’t want to cry in front of her. He didn’t want to look weak. But even so, she had condemned him in his totality. He felt undressed in front of her, vulnerable and at the same time rejected. For a moment Robyn wanted to lash out at her. All the doom-saying his father had espoused before was still gnawing at the inside of Robyn’s subconscious, but now it reared to the front of Robyn’s mind. He imagined telling Sarah that in a year she would be dead, that an Empire from very far away was coming to destroy everything, and Robyn was the only one who was going to survive. Robyn’s heart had been pounding, although he had just realized it, and all of his nervous energy seemed ready to turn into white-hot fury…    …And yet when Robyn found himself at the zenith of his frustration he was overcome with tranquility. "Saying that would be wrong,” he thought. All the anger seemed to leave his body. A heavy melancholy replaced it. Robyn accepted defeat.    Robyn said, “Okay. Goodbye, Sarah.” then turned and walked away from her house for the last time.    In the Ul'dah night Robyn found no comfort. The whole city offended him now. Every childhood memory felt like an insult, every familiar avenue a prison. He realized he could not look down a single street and see something that he hadn’t seen a million times before. Ul'dah was a sprawling maze, but it was a maze Robyn had solved. It was mundane. Boring. And by being a mouse in that maze, he was even smaller. He walked down the main street looking up at the lights illuminating the apartments. How many tiny little people lived here? How important could his life possibly be in such a gigantic web of lives? He felt like a flame that could be snuffed out by the most incidental gust of wind.    "Everything that ever happened to me happened here. And someday it will all be gone. This city will fall, either by the wrath of empires or the slow decay of time, and all that I ever was will pass out of memory.“    Robyn found a spot to sit down near the Ruby Road Exchange. For a moment Robyn thought about how he might hold on to those precious memories of childhood. But the more he thought about them the more offensive their transience became. 

   "My memories… My childhood… It’s all an illusion, isn’t it? There’s a reality to this world that I know nothing about… How damned stupid am I that I couldn’t see it? And I still can’t see it! All I’ve ever seen is this damned city!”    Robyn was sure now that he hated Ul'dah. He hated his school. He hated his classmates, his teachers, his Thaumaturgy, the trades his parents lived on, the pavement on the streets, the desert air, the lamplights, and the high spires that loomed pretentiously above all of it. He balled his hands into impotent fists and finally allowed himself to cry.    "Fine! If that’s the way it is, then I will face the world that lies beyond the ‘illusion of youth’! No matter what it is!“

Ande gradel observed her dad’s footsteps in winning a boxing name at notre dame: ‘ladies can do whatever men can do. It’s very empowering.’

A younger boy sporting a hat: ande gradel of naperville, a scholar at notre dame, within the basement of the joyce middle in the boxing room. Gradel is making ready for a charity boxing event on campus starting this week. © warren skalski / chicago tribune/chicago tribune/tns ande gradel of naperville, a scholar at notre dame, in the basement of the joyce middle in the boxing room. Gradel is getting ready for a charity boxing occasion on campus starting this week. Allow’s start with nicknames.. The hoop announcer needs something to work with … “macho” camacho, “boom increase” mancini, “bonecrusher” smith, “hitman” hearns. Wednesday night time at notre dame, a crowd on the duncan student middle will cheer on “complete throttle” gradel, a superb moniker considering the competitor’s final name is reported grah-dl. A group of human beings standing in a room: notre dame's ande gradel talks with train nathan walker as molly giglia looks on. © warren skalski / chicago tribune/chicago tribune/tns notre dame's ande gradel talks with train nathan walker as molly giglia seems on. The boxer’s first call is ande and she takes place to be a blonde with best teeth. She’s a civil engineering major jonesing for a black eye due to the fact “that might look unwell, very intimidating.”are there every other stereotypes she’d like to knock out? Gradel, 21, is vying to grow to be the maximum embellished boxer within the circle of relatives, having already gained  titles in notre dame’s baraka bouts event. Father ted “the truth” gradel received a bengal bouts identify in 1986, a year earlier than he kicked 14 subject goals and 33 greater factors for lou holtz’s eight-4 crew. Massive sister francie, now a first-12 months law scholar at arizona state, gained  titles. The hoop announcer introduced her as “dr. Cool.”

dorina vaccaroni et al. Posing for the digicam: notre dame student ande gradel, left, after a victory in the 2018 baraka bouts tournament on campus. © michael l bennett / handout/chicago tribune/tns notre dame scholar ande gradel, left, after a victory in the 2018 baraka bouts match on campus. Why dr. Cool?

“i used to be talking with ande one day and she said: ‘you can pretty much select whatever as lengthy as it’s no longer some thing dumb like mr. Cool,’ ” francie recalls. “i modified it to physician so it become gender neutral.”

the fact is the gradels love boxing nearly as an awful lot as they love one another. That’s pronouncing plenty due to the fact that is a tight-knit circle of relatives of five from naperville, even though ted is vying for a task that could require commuting to washington. He’s going for walks for congress, a republican contender hoping to win his birthday party’s nomination and undertaking first-time period democratic rep. Lauren underwood. Lou holtz narrated his introductory video. A group of people posing for the digital camera: ted gradel, left, after defeating john weber, proper, inside the finals of the 1986 bengal bouts boxing event on notre dame's campus. © handout/chicago tribune/tns ted gradel, left, after defeating john weber, proper, within the finals of the 1986 bengal bouts boxing match on notre dame's campus. His campaign slogan: “he kicked footballs in university. He’ll kick tails in congress.”

ande gradel, a pupil at notre dame, in the boxing room in the basement of the joyce center. © warren skalski / chicago tribune/chicago tribune/tns ande gradel, a student at notre dame, within the boxing room in the basement of the joyce center. His daughters kick butt in the ring.‘it’s very empowering’ande is 135 kilos of electricity. Her motto: “all gas, no spoil.”

“she once punched a female through the ropes,” her father says. Francie, now jabbing simplest with fellow law students within the wilderness, had an even greater aggressive, less protective fashion. She thrived in the army rotc application.“dr. Cool”? With “sgt.Says ted: “it’s a pleasant feeling to understand that they can guard themselves and keep their personal in any setting.”

ted started out boxing after attending the historic bengal bouts as a freshman. Knute rockne first prepared boxing tournaments on notre dame’s campus in 1920. The bengal bouts were created in 1931 as a fundraiser to advantage the province of east bengal, india (now bangladesh). The only-night occasion drew 2,000 fans and raised $500. The girls fight inside the fall — wednesday’s quarterfinals, monday’s semifinals and nov. 17 finals. An all-consultation skip fees $20, or $15 from a boxer, and proceeds advantage holy pass missions in east africa. The 2018 baraka bouts raised greater than $220,000 to construct facilities for colleges in uganda. Baraka manner “blessing” in swahili.“it’s a blessing for us due to the fact we’re truely creating a big difference,” says nathan walker, notre dame’s director of the guys’s and girls’s boxing golf equipment. The guys’s competition is what first drew ted to the game within the ‘80s. He competed as a sophomore, recalling that he couldn't carry his arms after the primary round, which lasted two minutes.

“i got beat up by way of a leprechaun,” he jokes, relating to a fighter who absolutely did don the irish gown for soccer video games. Ted worked out with a heavy bag inside the basement of the circle of relatives home. The walk-on kicker taught his daughters a way to address however not to punch. They located boxing on their personal, longing for a annoying exercise, friendship with like-minded girls and the pride derived from, well, punching people inside the face. Ted, like all dad, says he changed into “concerned and fearful” while francie and ande discovered their plans to field at notre dame. They talked thru their reasoning with ted and wife sarah. In the end, francie and ande laid down their trump card: “you’re there and we’re right here.”

asked if pals questioned their daughters’ choice to box, ted replies: “no, i suppose the general public are intrigued and surprised in a nice manner. There’s extra of a motion in the direction of empowering women. This a tangible example.”indeed, as a freshman ande watched her buddies duke it out and decided she desired in.i thought it turned into coolest thing ever,” she says. “seeing the whole show, it pulled me in. … it’s cool to no longer just talk the talk however walk the walk. Ladies can do some thing men can do. It’s very empowering.”walker says the gradel sisters have comparable fighting patterns, ranging from competitive to hyper-competitive.they have grit; they’re difficult,” walker says. “nobody might be more potent than them inside the ring. Ande isn't always afraid to take a punch. That takes away numerous the concern.”francie “cornered” for ande final yr, and one of the coaches joked at some stage in ande’s title run: “i don’t assume we ever taught a 40-punch mixture.”

‘holy right move’

after a exercising, gradel joins near pal and fellow boxer molly giglia at o’rourke’s, throughout angela boulevard from notre dame’s campus. We communicate approximately the grotto, and that i ask for ande’s favored spot on campus. No marvel, it’s where she trains six days every week inside the basement of the joyce middle.

“the pit,” she says. “that’s our basilica. Wait, is that sacrilegious to say?”

giglia and gradel are both captains, tasked with teaching younger students the basics of boxing. They wreck into a chant: “stance, toes, knees, facets, elbow, fingers, shin.”a reminder accompanies everyone part. Balls of the toes. Moderate bend to the knees. Get narrow. Elbows in to shield the scoring vicinity. Hand protecting the again of the face.we cause them to repeat it lots,” ande says. “they should hate us for it.”

violence is inherent in boxing, but baraka bouts isn't always most effective the arena’s largest women’s boxing club, with 260 contributors, in step with walker. It strives to be the safest. Ringside physicians reveal boxers sporting headgear, mouthguards and modern gloves. Giglia has boxed on the grounds that her junior year in excessive schooL

“i got three concussions from football,” she says. “one changed into from the ball. The second one was the aim put up. The 0. 33 … i overlook how i got that one. I feel a lot more secure boxing.”gradel, who overcame juvenile rheumatoid arthritis, has taken frame blows to the chest, something she describes as “now not nice.”

she also is inclined to dole them out, pronouncing: “once i step in that ring, i’m all about winning. Out of it, i’m exceptional.”before she steps in wednesday for the first of three 75-second rounds, she can be delivered as “complete throttle gradel.”giglia turned into tabbed “holy proper pass” as a primary-12 months student and “infamous mmg” as a sophomore. Now she’s in 12 months 2 with “the silent g,” an ode to her final call and boxing style.you never see her coming,” gradel says. “she’s so calm within the ring. I'm no longer like that.”

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Sarah - nala, sasha, momo

Sarah rolls her eyes. “Finger guns at Nala, hug Sasha, and smack that god damn purple kid upside the head with a frying pan because- grah!” 

Clearly not a good day, then?