Haou in the World

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[itsashowtime]

⋆「 RAFFLE ☾ HAOU 」⋆ || AUG 13. 2020

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[catastrophic-abomination]

[Continued] @haouintheworld

Keeping an eye on the two white snakes, Haou thanked whoever he was supposed to for the Light’s change in apparence. The king had to admit, it was much easier to hate the Light when he wasn’t wearing the mask of his possessed best friend. Although he felt bad for the poor soul who’s face he used now. He sensed a flicker of pity from the dark being before it was quickly snuffed. The angry energy from Tenebros shifted to frustration as the dark being leaned his face a few inches from the Light’s with another warning hiss. Haou could see the dangerous glow of the gold eyes they shared.

‘This is his real form. Sophocles played this innocent act on me before. In another cycle maybe this bullshit would’ve worked. Certainly not after the list of threats he’s issued tonight.’ Tenebros thought to Haou, the voice on edge. His eyes narrowed as he watched Sophocles’ micro expressions, waiting to see if the mention of France would garner a reaction. Since the Dark had a majority of the Light’s attention, why not see if he could get answers?

“He says if you wanted to make that last threat valid you shouldn’t have shown me your true form. And if France hadn’t happened he might be more inclined to believe your acting. ” Haou couldn’t help the mocking lilt to his voice now that he knew the Light’s real name. He didn’t know what happened in France, but if it would steal Sophocles’ attention from killing him, Haou was up for anything. 

Sophocles snarled in response to Tenebros’ hissing. And he couldn’t help rolling his eyes at the France comment. “Can’t you just let it go, darling? Honestly, any other man would have backed off, and yet you remain so persistent. Wait until Attondel finds out that you just can’t keep your hands off of me,” he cruelly teased, smirking at the pissed off Darkness. This new look was easily becoming one of the Light’s favorites, along with the look of horror everytime Sophocles slaughtered the Dark’s little dolls in front of him.

“And honestly, I do think you’re forgetting one little thing, dear dear Tenebros. You can’t see in bright light, remember?” He growled, before his body emitted a bright flash.

Using the small window of time he had, Sophocles brought one foot up to Tenebros’ stomach to shove the Dark off of him. Then he quickly grabbed his staff and swung at Haou again, a mad giggle slipping past his lips. “Don’t think I forgot about you, little doll. I just got sidetracked, that’s all. Now I get to play with you again!”

[haouintheworld]

He heard another guttural hiss from Tenebros before his vision went white. Haou shielded his eyes from the bright light as best he could while he tried to keep an eye on where the light being was. Sophia knows what kind attack the Sophocles could pull off with more light abounding. 

“Shit!”

The king tuck and rolled, barely missing the wild swing of the staff. Still he was on the low ground for a split second to long and had to bring his sword up to stop Sophocles’ staff from breaking his skull. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Tenebros lying motionless on his side with his back to the present confrontation. 

Not bothering to use their mental link, Haou yelled, “Tenebros, get up!”

No answer and no movement. Haou swore again.

He returned his full gaze back to the Light of Destruction, “do you always talk like a demented five year old?”

Haou knew he had to take matters into his own hands like he always did. He shifted his feet and gathered up his strength to kick Sophocles’ in both shins to knock him off balance. Today of all days, Haou was glad he wore metal boots.

[catastrophic-abomination]

Sophocles snarled when Haou rolled out of the way, scarlet eyes glaring at the king and his teeth bared in a growl. But that was cut short as he fell, the wind being knocked out of him from hitting the ground.

He struggled to get up for a moment, mostly due to the incessant giggling. He looked up, a crazed smile on his face as he laughed, “Aw, don’t like being treated like a child? Maybe you shouldn’t have acted like one for your first appearance, then?”

Sophocles stood up, grabbing his staff as it shifted, becoming his trademark scythe. “And fun fact, dipshit. By mortals times, I’m actually not even that old. I’m technically just barely 10 in mortal years, I think? Isn’t it hilarious that you get so riled up by a kid?”

He stepped back, holding his hand up and with a smirk, he snapped his fingers. He disappear from in front of Haou, only for a snicker to come from behind the king. “Damn, when you get focused on something, you get so blind to everything else. I wonder,” the Light cooed, planting the blade of his scythe next to Tenebros’ head. “What would happen to a champion if their immortal were to die? Especially considering you should have been rotting in your grave in the first place?”

[haouintheworld]

Haou whirled around searching for the Light’s voice. He kept the sword trained between him and the Light as he thought as quick as he could to get Tenebros away from the Light… Or at least wake the hell up to defend himself.

Could immortals kill each other? Would Tenebros dying really affect the king in this state?

He had no clue.

What had seemed to work was distracting Sophocles with insults and misdirection. Haou had to give him other things to pay attention to.

“You won’t kill him. You’ve probably had plenty of chances in your lives and you still haven’t had the guts to do it. You can act all high and mighty and childish, but you’re still an ancient old man, clinging to old rivals just to get some damn attention,” the king snarled, his piercing gold eyes glowing and fixed on Sophocles’.

That was until Tenebros’ head lulled, his neck incidentally pressing itself into the blade. Tiny beads of what Haou assumed was black blood trickled down Tenebros’ neck as murmured something in his catatonic state.

[catastrophic-abomination]

Sophocles’ grin grew before he stuck his tongue out at the king, another snicker slipping out, “I can’t fault you for being right. If you’ve noticed, Tenebros and I happen to be opposites. If he disappears, then so do I. And unfortunately for you, I have a ton more things to do before my eventual death.”

He happily returned the king’s glare until Tenebros murmured something, drawing the Light’s attention as he kneeled down next to the Darkness. His hand gently lifted Tenebros’ head up, a glove having appeared wrapped around his skin to give them a barrier. His gaze was soft for a moment before it shifted back to his more mischievous smirk.

“Come on, T. Why don’t you wake up and join the fun already? You’re making me look desperate,” the Light teased before letting him lay back on the ground and standing up himself. He dusted off his knees before throwing another smile at Haou, this time a little more bittersweet.

“I’ll leave my scythe here, so T stays under control while I deal with you again. And we might want to hurry, cause who knows when Attondel when get here~?”

[haouintheworld]

Safe to say that the king felt befuddled seeing the light being go from a twisted manipulator to... Whatever the hell he just did with Tenebros before returning to normal.

And Sophocles really left his weapon down? Yes it was pinning Tenebros to the ground (for heaven's sake the scythe was taller than Tenebros), but now what did Sophocles intend to fight with?

How did Haou intend to fight against a millennia old immortal?

Perhaps, Haou thought, Sophocles' gift for twisting guilt, deception, and ruin in others was from firsthand experience receiving it.

Flicking his eyes between the two immortals in front of him, Haou side stepped a bit closer to Tenebros. He had a plan forming, but first he had to see if he could get Sophocles to roll with it unknowingly.

"I could only guess this Attondel is as demented as you. I do wonder how he fits in with whatever transpired between you and the Gentle Darkness. Maybe I was wrong earlier," Haou took one more tiny step towards Tenebros, "maybe Tenebros wasn't the one to leave. Maybe you left Tenebros for nothing and that's why no mortal believes in him. Ask any mortal and they'd think he was merely force of nature... When in reality he hides in the shadows hoping one day that you, Mr. Light of Destruction, would give him the time of day."

[catastrophic-abomination]

[Continued] @haouintheworld

Keeping an eye on the two white snakes, Haou thanked whoever he was supposed to for the Light’s change in apparence. The king had to admit, it was much easier to hate the Light when he wasn’t wearing the mask of his possessed best friend. Although he felt bad for the poor soul who’s face he used now. He sensed a flicker of pity from the dark being before it was quickly snuffed. The angry energy from Tenebros shifted to frustration as the dark being leaned his face a few inches from the Light’s with another warning hiss. Haou could see the dangerous glow of the gold eyes they shared.

‘This is his real form. Sophocles played this innocent act on me before. In another cycle maybe this bullshit would’ve worked. Certainly not after the list of threats he’s issued tonight.’ Tenebros thought to Haou, the voice on edge. His eyes narrowed as he watched Sophocles’ micro expressions, waiting to see if the mention of France would garner a reaction. Since the Dark had a majority of the Light’s attention, why not see if he could get answers?

“He says if you wanted to make that last threat valid you shouldn’t have shown me your true form. And if France hadn’t happened he might be more inclined to believe your acting. ” Haou couldn’t help the mocking lilt to his voice now that he knew the Light’s real name. He didn’t know what happened in France, but if it would steal Sophocles’ attention from killing him, Haou was up for anything. 

Sophocles snarled in response to Tenebros’ hissing. And he couldn’t help rolling his eyes at the France comment. “Can’t you just let it go, darling? Honestly, any other man would have backed off, and yet you remain so persistent. Wait until Attondel finds out that you just can’t keep your hands off of me,” he cruelly teased, smirking at the pissed off Darkness. This new look was easily becoming one of the Light’s favorites, along with the look of horror everytime Sophocles slaughtered the Dark’s little dolls in front of him.

“And honestly, I do think you’re forgetting one little thing, dear dear Tenebros. You can’t see in bright light, remember?” He growled, before his body emitted a bright flash.

Using the small window of time he had, Sophocles brought one foot up to Tenebros’ stomach to shove the Dark off of him. Then he quickly grabbed his staff and swung at Haou again, a mad giggle slipping past his lips. “Don’t think I forgot about you, little doll. I just got sidetracked, that’s all. Now I get to play with you again!”

[haouintheworld]

He heard another guttural hiss from Tenebros before his vision went white. Haou shielded his eyes from the bright light as best he could while he tried to keep an eye on where the light being was. Sophia knows what kind attack the Sophocles could pull off with more light abounding. 

“Shit!”

The king tuck and rolled, barely missing the wild swing of the staff. Still he was on the low ground for a split second to long and had to bring his sword up to stop Sophocles’ staff from breaking his skull. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Tenebros lying motionless on his side with his back to the present confrontation. 

Not bothering to use their mental link, Haou yelled, “Tenebros, get up!”

No answer and no movement. Haou swore again.

He returned his full gaze back to the Light of Destruction, “do you always talk like a demented five year old?”

Haou knew he had to take matters into his own hands like he always did. He shifted his feet and gathered up his strength to kick Sophocles’ in both shins to knock him off balance. Today of all days, Haou was glad he wore metal boots.

[catastrophic-abomination]

Sophocles snarled when Haou rolled out of the way, scarlet eyes glaring at the king and his teeth bared in a growl. But that was cut short as he fell, the wind being knocked out of him from hitting the ground.

He struggled to get up for a moment, mostly due to the incessant giggling. He looked up, a crazed smile on his face as he laughed, “Aw, don’t like being treated like a child? Maybe you shouldn’t have acted like one for your first appearance, then?”

Sophocles stood up, grabbing his staff as it shifted, becoming his trademark scythe. “And fun fact, dipshit. By mortals times, I’m actually not even that old. I’m technically just barely 10 in mortal years, I think? Isn’t it hilarious that you get so riled up by a kid?”

He stepped back, holding his hand up and with a smirk, he snapped his fingers. He disappear from in front of Haou, only for a snicker to come from behind the king. “Damn, when you get focused on something, you get so blind to everything else. I wonder,” the Light cooed, planting the blade of his scythe next to Tenebros’ head. “What would happen to a champion if their immortal were to die? Especially considering you should have been rotting in your grave in the first place?”

[haouintheworld]

Haou whirled around searching for the Light's voice. He kept the sword trained between him and the Light as he thought as quick as he could to get Tenebros away from the Light... Or at least wake the hell up to defend himself.

Could immortals kill each other? Would Tenebros dying really affect the king in this state?

He had no clue.

What had seemed to work was distracting Sophocles with insults and misdirection. Haou had to give him other things to pay attention to.

"You won't kill him. You've probably had plenty of chances in your lives and you still haven't had the guts to do it. You can act all high and mighty and childish, but you're still an ancient old man, clinging to old rivals just to get some damn attention," the king snarled, his piercing gold eyes glowing and fixed on Sophocles'.

That was until Tenebros' head lulled, his neck incidentally pressing itself into the blade. Tiny beads of what Haou assumed was black blood trickled down Tenebros' neck as murmured something in his catatonic state.

[itsashowtime]

⋆「 DHS ☾ HAOU 」⋆ || MAY 1. 2020

Ah yes, my (ex) King…

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[weepingvixen]

Struck by you~

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[itsashowtime]

You don’t have to hurt anyone anymore , Your Majesty …

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[catastrophic-abomination]

[Continued] @haouintheworld

Keeping an eye on the two white snakes, Haou thanked whoever he was supposed to for the Light’s change in apparence. The king had to admit, it was much easier to hate the Light when he wasn’t wearing the mask of his possessed best friend. Although he felt bad for the poor soul who’s face he used now. He sensed a flicker of pity from the dark being before it was quickly snuffed. The angry energy from Tenebros shifted to frustration as the dark being leaned his face a few inches from the Light’s with another warning hiss. Haou could see the dangerous glow of the gold eyes they shared.

‘This is his real form. Sophocles played this innocent act on me before. In another cycle maybe this bullshit would’ve worked. Certainly not after the list of threats he’s issued tonight.’ Tenebros thought to Haou, the voice on edge. His eyes narrowed as he watched Sophocles’ micro expressions, waiting to see if the mention of France would garner a reaction. Since the Dark had a majority of the Light’s attention, why not see if he could get answers?

“He says if you wanted to make that last threat valid you shouldn’t have shown me your true form. And if France hadn’t happened he might be more inclined to believe your acting. ” Haou couldn’t help the mocking lilt to his voice now that he knew the Light’s real name. He didn’t know what happened in France, but if it would steal Sophocles’ attention from killing him, Haou was up for anything. 

Sophocles snarled in response to Tenebros’ hissing. And he couldn’t help rolling his eyes at the France comment. “Can’t you just let it go, darling? Honestly, any other man would have backed off, and yet you remain so persistent. Wait until Attondel finds out that you just can’t keep your hands off of me,” he cruelly teased, smirking at the pissed off Darkness. This new look was easily becoming one of the Light’s favorites, along with the look of horror everytime Sophocles slaughtered the Dark’s little dolls in front of him.

“And honestly, I do think you’re forgetting one little thing, dear dear Tenebros. You can’t see in bright light, remember?” He growled, before his body emitted a bright flash.

Using the small window of time he had, Sophocles brought one foot up to Tenebros’ stomach to shove the Dark off of him. Then he quickly grabbed his staff and swung at Haou again, a mad giggle slipping past his lips. “Don’t think I forgot about you, little doll. I just got sidetracked, that’s all. Now I get to play with you again!”

[haouintheworld]

He heard another guttural hiss from Tenebros before his vision went white. Haou shielded his eyes from the bright light as best he could while he tried to keep an eye on where the light being was. Sophia knows what kind attack the Sophocles could pull off with more light abounding. 

“Shit!”

The king tuck and rolled, barely missing the wild swing of the staff. Still he was on the low ground for a split second to long and had to bring his sword up to stop Sophocles’ staff from breaking his skull. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Tenebros lying motionless on his side with his back to the present confrontation. 

Not bothering to use their mental link, Haou yelled, “Tenebros, get up!”

No answer and no movement. Haou swore again.

He returned his full gaze back to the Light of Destruction, “do you always talk like a demented five year old?”

Haou knew he had to take matters into his own hands like he always did. He shifted his feet and gathered up his strength to kick Sophocles’ in both shins to knock him off balance. Today of all days, Haou was glad he wore metal boots.

[bella-nile]

Taylor Swift & InfiniteShipping inspired eye study.

[haouintheworld]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[OOC]

It’s a day late, but happy birthday Judai!

[hurup0n]

[authoratmidnight]

You can, pretty much pinpoint the moment Yubel went ‘ah fuck’ in their head.

Also, Judai, you look like you are WAY too into this duel. Like, WAY too into it.

[weltraum-kartoffel]

[inutato]

[haouintheworld]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! GX Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Johan Andersen | Jesse Anderson/Haou | Supreme King, Haou | Supreme King/ Sendou Sakimu Characters: Haou | Supreme King, Johan Andersen | Jesse Anderson, Sendou Sakimu Additional Tags: Dark Spiritshipping, spiritshipping, Music Festival, case of mistaken identity, PDA, Fluff, Love Bites, Asexual Character Summary:

Sometimes resembling famous people could be fun, but not when Sakimu just trying to enjoy himself at a music festival. Luckily, Haou is there to hide him.