“…. that’s possibly the worst idea i’ve ever heard.” “because you’re sooooo well known for your good ideas.”
i humbly request for this to be goldenlight because there is an unfortunate lack of goldenlight aus
*disintegrates away*
I love this thanks. here have spy/secret agent au teaser (prompt list/ask game)
"...that's possibly the worst idea I've ever heard."
"Because you're soooo well known for your good ideas." Luz rolls her eyes. "Look, it's not like I like this either, but two people on a date looks less suspicious than someone on their own. No one thinks you're eavesdropping if you're clearly wrapped up in your partner."
Hunter scowls. "Why me?"
Luz shrugs. "Much as I loathe you, you're one of the best in the business. You can act convincingly, unlike some other people, and I'm pretty sure you won't break a deal. Plus, you being part of high society will be helpful."
His scowl doesn't waver. "Your target is my uncle, isn't it."
"And your target is one of the higher-ups in my agency."
He covers his initial shock with another glare. "What makes you think that?"
"I have my sources." Luz leans forward. "So what do you say, Wittebane? You in, or you out?"
For WIP Wednesday! Boschmity snippet from the Corruption AU :D
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"Amity, I…" Boscha pauses. "I have something to ask you."
Amity turns to face her fully. "Alright then, shoot."
As Boscha opens her mouth, the loudspeakers crackle on. "Attention Hexside students. This is your principal speaking."
They both turn towards the nearest speaker. It's Grom day, so the announcement is probably about the Grom royalty.
"This year, I have the privilege to bestow our highest Grom honor to... Amity Blight! Our Grom queen!"
No.
Boscha is talking, but Amity doesn't hear the words, only static roaring in her ears. She's the Grom Queen.
Her feet carry her out of school and away, into the woods. She thinks she dropped her books somewhere.
She sits on a stump for a while, staring at a nearby tree as though it holds the answers to her problems.
After a while, footsteps approach, a bit hesitant. Amity turns. Boscha is there. Her hands are twisting together in front of her chest the way they do when she's nervous "Amity–"
Amity interrupts before she can get to the awkward sympathy part. "You were about to ask me something, right? Before the announcement."
"Oh! Yeah, I…" Boscha looks down. "I don't know if you'll even want to hear it now."
Amity waves her hand. "Go ahead."
"Okay." Boscha narrows her eyes in determination as she looks back up. "Amity Blight, will you go to Grom with me?"
It takes Amity a moment to answer. "You… want to go with me? Even though I'm Grom Queen?"
Boscha laughs, letting her hands drop to her sides. "You can't scare me off that easy. Yes, I want to go with you, Amity."
"Alright then. Yes!"
"Okay!" Boscha's face lights up with a grin. She sits on the ground next to Amity, leaning against the edge of the stump. "So… pick you up at seven?"
"I need to get there a bit early. Six thirty?"
"Works for me!"
A few minutes later, Boscha breaks the silence. "How are you feeling about… you know… Grom?"
"Pretty nervous. Maybe kind of scared." Amity sighs, then brightens. "But if I do well, the Emperor's Coven will have to take notice!"
Boscha laughs again. "That's my girl! If the Emperor's Coven isn't begging you to join up after tonight they don't deserve you."
"'Your' girl?" Amity quirks an eyebrow. "That's pretty presumptuous, you know."
Boscha's cheeks turn a darker pink than Amity knew they could go. "I mean– it's not– of course I'm not assuming you want to be my girlfriend just because you agreed to one date, I just– I meant it in a friend pep talk way!!"
Amity giggles, cutting Boscha's spluttering off with a kiss on the cheek. "I know. And… I'd like to be your girl. In a girlfriend way."
random Princess Bride AU stuff cause it's my birthday and I want to post things
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"You're doing quite well," the Blue Spirit remarks cheerfully.
"Then why do you seem so happy?" Katara asks.
"Because I know something you don't know." The Blue Spirit flips his sword to his other hand. "I am not right-handed."
He is certainly a more formidable enemy when fighting with his dominant hand. But not formidable enough. Katara smirks.
"Why are you smiling?" the Blue Spirit asks.
"Because," Katara says, switching her sword to her left hand, "I'm not right-handed either!"
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Azula scowls. The murderous bastard who killed her brother is still alive. "Ty Lee. Take him out."
Ty Lee nods, her face determined, and turns back.
She will succeed, Azula is sure of it. Ty Lee's fighting style is rare. Very few people know how to counter it, and a lowlife pirate certainly wouldn't.
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"You killed my best friend and you expect me to come with you willingly?!" Mai shoves the Blue Spirit down the hill.
He stumbles, losing his footing on the slope, and falls. He tucks his head and arms in to protect himself as he rolls, and screams back, "Why would I kill my fucking sister?!?!"
Mai gasps. "Zuko!" She crouches at the top of the hill, hesitating, then glances back. Zhao is getting closer. She doesn't have long.
She takes a deep breath and flings herself down the hill.
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"Aren't you worried about the ROUSs?" Aang asks.
"What, Rodents Of Unusual Size?" Sokka says, brushing leaves off his shirt. "I don't believe they really exist."
A rat the size of a pig skitters out of the underbrush.
Suki draws her sword, dropping into a fighting stance. "Did you really have to say something?"
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"AAAUGH!" Hama clutches at her ears. "STOP, WITCH!"
"I'm not a witch, I'm your wife!" The old woman turns to Katara. "Yagoda. Pleased to meet you, dearie."
"Yagoda? The healer of the North?" Katara asks.
"One and the same."
"My grandmother told me about you!"
Yagoda leans forward, raising an eyebrow. "Oh? Who's your grandmother?"
"Her name is Kanna. Kanna of the Southern Water Tribe."
Yagoda's face breaks into a grin. "You're Kanna's granddaughter! I suspected as much. I told you she was, didn't I Hama?"
"You did." Hama frowns.
"Now we have to help her!" Yagoda said, turning back to Katara. "Let's see that boy of yours."
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"So let me get this straight," the noblewoman says. "You need to get into the castle for this wedding?"
Aang nods. "Yeah."
"What for?"
Sokka and Aang exchange a look. Can we trust her?
"Oh, just, you know, need to see someone," Sokka says. "Nothing interesting."
"That's a lie if I've ever heard one." She crosses her arms. "You want my help, tell me what's going on."
When he still hesitates, she groans. "I promise not to tell anyone, okay?"
"Okay, fine." Sokka sighs. "I'm looking for my sister. I think she's planning to sneak into the castle during the wedding, possibly to kill Zhao. I need to make sure she gets out alive and as unharmed as possible."
The woman grins. "Count me in!"
"Wait, really?"
"Yeah! This is the most exciting thing that's ever happened to me, of course I want to be involved!"
"You're fine with helping us help other people possibly stage a coup?"
She waves a hand. "If anything, that's a bonus. Zhao sucks."
"Oh. Okay."
As they leave the alley, Sokka and Aang fall into step just behind the woman. She glances back at them. "I'm Toph, by the way. Toph Beifong."
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"Hello," Katara rasps, barely audible even to herself. She only knows she said it because her chest flares with pain from the effort.
"I am Katara of the Southern Water Tribe," she says. "You killed my mother. Prepare to die."
The six-fingered man lunges at her. She flicks his sword aside. He stares.
"Hello." Katara pushes off of the wall. Her legs almost give out. "I am Katara of the Southern Water Tribe."
He stabs at her again. She parries.
"You killed my mother," Katara says, advancing. "Prepare to die."
"HELLO!" She goes on the offensive, aiming for his hands and arms.
The six-fingered man stumbles back, desperately fending her off.
"I AM KATARA! OF THE SOUTHERN WATER TRIBE!"
He tries to parry her next blow. Her blade darts past his defense, slicing across his sword hand. His sword goes flying and lands with a clatter on the stone floor.
"YOU KILLED MY MOTHER," she roars, furious as a typhoon. Her body feels distant, the physical pain drowned out by the emotional.
He hits the wall. Her blade is at his throat. A drop of blood beads on his skin.
Her voice lowers, turning ice cold. "Prepare. To. Die."
His face crumples. He raises his hands. "No, please. Have mercy."
Katara's lip curls. He has the audacity to ask for mercy. He had no mercy for her father, and when her mother rose to defend him, none for her.
She slashes his cheek. "Offer me money!"
"Yes!"
She slashes his other cheek. "Power, too."
"Yes!" His eyes, still desperate, are hopeful.
"Offer me all that I want and more."
"Anything! If it is within my power to bring you, you shall have it!" He's smiling now, ready to bargain with her for his life. He has power, power he uses to hurt and destroy, and he wants to use that same killing power to save his own skin.
Katara meets his eyes. "I want my mother back, you son of a bitch."
His smile falls. She stabs him.
Her blade slides in quickly, easily, missing every one of his ribs. His body sags, the life draining from his eyes. She steps back, letting him collapse on the floor.
Katara thought she would enjoy this moment, when she finally rid the world of this monster. Or at least feel relieved. Instead, it feels like killing anyone else. Sickening. Too easy.
Katara curls up against the wall. Her mother is never coming back. This man took her mother from her, and now he's dead and there's nothing else she can do, now that she's finally gotten revenge.
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"Katara?"
Katara looks up. Her eyes are red and there are tear tracks on her face. And her shirt is dark with blood, too much to be from the corpse across the room.
"Katara, please tell me that's not your blood," Sokka says, stopping in front of her.
Katara pulls her hand away from her side. She stares at it like it's strange to her. Blood drips from her finger. "Not… all of it. Just most."
Sokka crouches, offering Katara his hand. "We need to get you out of here."
Katara nods, but doesn't reach for his hand.
"How are you? What happened?"
Katara finally meets Sokka's eyes. "I…"
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"Have you considered becoming a pirate?" Zuko asks. "You'd make a great captain. Or fleet leader."
"Maybe," Katara says. "Do you have a code of conduct?"
"Yes. The first Blue Spirit left behind a list of rules that everyone, from captains to cabin boys, follows."
"Oh, I think I'd like to hear more about this."
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Azula's coronation was a year later. The crowds spilled out of the palace walls into the surrounding fields. She was crowned at high noon, with no clouds visible in the sky.
