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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Wan Shi Tong/Professor Zei, Wan Shi Tong & Professor Zei Characters: Wan Shi Tong, Professor Zei (Avatar) Additional Tags: Ambiguous Relationships, Fluff without Plot, Drabble Summary:

Zei is still trying to get the radio to work.

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Here, have a demented little scrap from Warzone that I have no memory of writing.

"And did you treat King Krel with respect?"

This stops Lord Joro in his tracks, his fanged smile faltering as his brow furrows in confusion. "What do you mean?" Morando fixes him with a hard stare, something sinister in his gaze.

"My prince has informed me that you were needlessly cruel to him both in tongue and in hand," Morando says, taking a step down the dais, followed by another. "Is this true?" Lord Joro's smile is truly gone now, melted down into a frown.

"As Emperor Tharyn's personal doctor, I outrank him and how I treat a moonborn prince is not -"

"You will not speak of him in such a manner," he interrupts, slipping his finger into the sleeve of his suit to catch the release of his glove. Krel swears that he sees a faint tremble in the imperial's form. "King Krel is just that - king," he says as he hits the release, the glove sloughing off of his hand before slipping back into his suit. "Though you outrank him on Prime, you are in his domain, and must treat him with respect." Lord Joro shrinks away from the taylon king as he continues his slow approach, working on the release of his other glove.

"Val -"

"You will address me as King Morando," he snaps, his hands bared as the second glove retreats. "And nothing else." There is something dark that pulses in Krel as he watches the impending exchange, sees the danger before him.

"He's a Tarron," Lord Joro objects sharply, taking a step back as Morando's advance continues. "Stop this at once - it isn't funny."

"No," Morando agrees. "It is not." Reaching out suddenly, he grabs a fistful of Lord Joro's glowing white curls and pulls him closer. "He is a Tarron, and he is my Bond."

"Val, please." Before he has a chance to speak another word, Morando grabs him by the shoulder and lifts him, his cane clattering to the ground.

"I told you to call me King."

Grabbing Lord Joro by the arm, he rips his fabrication in twain, scattering energy pins across the throne room floor as they lose purchase in the imperial's flesh. There is a tremendous terror that grips Krel as he hears Lord Joro's animalistic scream, the cry of a dying ibleak made tinny and mechanical. He watches as Morando drops the broken fabrication to the ground, watches as Lord Joro attempts to crawl away from the taylon with the little bit of intact flesh remaining to him as he slowly disintegrates. Bending down, Morando plunges his hand into the fabrication, wrapping his fingers around the imperial's core. With ease he lifts him by the core, forcing Lord Joro to face Krel.

He hates the excitement that hums through his core as he sees the terror in Lord Joro's eyes.

"What is to be done with him, my king?" Morando asks, and Krel feels something flutter in his chest.

"Let him be nothing for a while."

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

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Adventure Zone (Podcast), The Adventure Zone: Ethersea (Podcast) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Underage Relationships: Finneas Cawl/Hermine Characters: Finneas Cawl (The Adventure Zone), Hermine (The Adventure Zone) Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Campaign: Ethersea (The Adventure Zone), Missing Scene, Pre-Canon, Possibly Unrequited Love, Age Difference, Falling in Love at the End of the World, Hermine Has A Crush, Finneas Is Conflicted, No Spoilers for Main Campaign Summary:

The Boyar Hermine and Finneas Cawl share a quiet moment when the day’s work is done. Words left unsaid, forever to be forgotten in the coming storm.