Writing prompt (if you like): Micah/Angella, hurt/comfort, the line was "I WILL find out who killed my husband, with or without your help" (and no I didn't make that up, I was just blessed!!)
I mean... you asked for it.
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Disclaimer: I hate to mess up my own continuity and I know this contradicts the timeline of when Juliet joined the rebellion / became General from my other fics but I didn’t feel like creating a new character so just go with it.
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“I WILL find out who killed my husband, with or without your help.”
“It was the Horde, your majesty. What more is there to know?”
General Juliet had a lot of experience keeping calm in times of crisis. Heat of battle, life or death, she could keep her expression neutral, her emotions in check. But it had never been as hard as this, watching Queen Angella, her polished face blotched with tears, destroying her study in grief and impotent rage.
“I want a name, General! I want the one that… that… and want them brought to me personally and I want them to explain… I want to understand… ARGH!” She blasted another cabinet with a beam of light and Juliet resisted the urge to flinch as the flying chunks of wood and flaming bits of paper rained down around the room.
She could try to be rational. Try to point that, especially after this last loss, they did not have enough forces to waste trying to track down the name of a single random soldier in the Horde’s vast army. That even if they could find a name, could find that person and bring them here… it still wouldn’t bring her husband back. But instead she stood rod-straight by the door, the way she’d done since she’d delivered the news hours before and let the Queen shout at her.
It was well past midnight. She’d come direct from the battle but even though she’d been on her feet for hours and was exhausted both physically and emotionally from their devastating loss, she didn’t even consider heading back to her quarters. This was her duty. She kept her helmet notched against her hip, her head pointed straight ahead and pretended she wasn’t watching the queen of Bright Moon fall apart.
“What am I supposed to tell the rest of the rebellion? Our kingdom? Oh, his sister?” Queen Angella wailed and sunk down onto her knees, her wings dropped and trailing in the shrapnel on the floor. The Queen always held herself tall and regal like she could feel every one of her decades but, in this moment, Juliet could see her for what she really was… a young woman frozen in time who had lost the only love of her long immortal life.
When Queen Angella spoke again, her voice was barely more than a whisper. “What will I tell Glimmer?”
Juliet thought of the princess as she looked the last time she saw her, toddling down the hallway towards King Micah. The bright smile on her face as she shouted “Dah Dah!”, squeezing his neck tight. The nursemaids instructing her to wave bye bye to Daddy before he left on the mission that would be his last.
From the floor Queen Angella sobbed, a hollow, broken sound. “I can’t do this… can’t do any of this alone.”
In that moment, the general decided there was perhaps a better way to serve her duty. It was completely against protocol. But sometimes, protocol wasn’t everything.
Placing her helmet on what was left of the desk, she put her hand on the queen’s shoulder, giving it a small squeeze. For the first time all evening, she let her own tears fall, let her careful facade break. “You are not alone.”
The other woman only sobbed harder and Juliet got to her knees, not to bow to her ruler, but to wrap a friend in a strong arms.
What Your Favorite She-Ra Princess of Power Ship Says About You
So I saw @doubleca5t’s videos about what your favorite overwatch and A:TLA ships say about you and got inspired to do one for she ra bc there are. So many ships. So many in fact I don’t know all the names so sorry in advance
Catradora: You are a firm believer in the inherent eroticism of having a nemesis who wants to murder you. Also you are gay.
Glimtra: You want nothing more than to have your own enemies to lovers story.
Glimadora: Your favorite relationship dynamic is two intelligent idiots who share a braincell. You are also gay.
Glimbow: You are a slut for childhood friends to lovers, and would die for Bow.
Adorabow: You love supportive relationships and don’t understand why someone would seek out conflict in their ships.
Bowtra: Your favorite relationship dynamic is a sweetheart and the human embodiment of the knife emoji.
Seabow: You have had the “do I want them or do I want to be them” crisis at least once in your life.
Seamista: Your favorite relationship dynamic is high school theater performer and set con lead.
Perfumista: Your favorite relationship dynamic is cynic and optimist. Also you want Perfuma to kick your ass.
Pertrapta: Your ideal date involves invading Area 51 with your hippie girlfriend.
Bowfuma: You were unreasonably excited when you found out your high school prom king and queen were dating. Also trans rights.
Scorptra: You are solely attracted to women who could break you in half.
Scorptrapta: Your favorite couple in romcoms is usually the side couple.
Scorphawk: You are heterosexual.
Adorpia: You would die for the drunk lady in the club bathroom, even if you haven’t met one yourself.
Spinnetossa: You love canon gays! Also you want them to be your moms.
Glance: Basically the same as Spinetossa, but you also love Bow.
Micahangella: You just like their shipname.
Rogelyle: You stan Kyle.
Rogelonnie: Your favorite relationship dynamic is “everyone around us is incompetent so we’re parents now I guess”
Sconnie/Lorpia: Your love languages are acts of service and physical touch.
