#angry writes

[angry-slytherin]

want 17k+ of Dousy (canon? post-finale? domestic fluff? family feels? minimal angst for the flavor?)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25884298

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[camkel]

“Oh, you poor thing.

You think you can get away?” a young girl, about fourteen giggled as she watched the last of her opponents struggle to pull his body away. He dragged himself through the ashes of his allies, some of which were still hot though he chose to ignore the pain. His legs were shattered, three ribs fractured, a knife wedged in his left eye, two of his fingers on his left hand were snapped back, their bones jutting out through their flesh. He resisted the urge to let out a cry each time his hand touched the ground. He had to get away from her, there was no other option. She had finished off his allies swiftly and the only partner immune to fire and the young girls mystical abilities was too slow to compare to the teenager’s physical abilities. The fire retardant ally was sprawled out lifeless behind her with a broken neck.

“Let me put you out of your misery,” she smiled as he placed his arms down to continue his crawl. She pointed her palm his way and with a bit of focus and ki, her brown eyes blazed orange and the man’s body became shrouded in flames. He screamed and flailed as long as his body would allow.

She skipped over to his blazing body, smacking away his flailing arms as they flew her way. She crouched beside him as his movements halted. “Tell your boss to send better toys next time,” she teased. “Oh wait,” she pretended to ponder and laughed. She stood up and cheerfully dusted off any stray ash and dirt from her skirt and leggings.