#v. canon

[honorforged]

@mogiue | cont.

"you forgot one thing: i would never open up to a stupid person like you. like i said, the help comes with your death", she replied very rudely to zuko, looking away with disgust. "you don't have the disposition to resolve conflicts. you're still immature and dumb. i don't know how most of the population accepted you as the new fire lord!" ziyue took a piece of water from a puddle and threw it at the man without any resistance. "stop approaching me as if we were friends. you're so despicable that you make me want to vomit. there's nothing you can take from me: i am completely dead inside, and no help will bring me back to life!"

Zuko stared at her after the splash of water hit his chest. Then, against all reason, a rough breath of amusement escaped him at the sheer intensity of her hatred. If he hadn’t already learned that Ziyue meant every venomous word she said, he might have thought she was trying to provoke him on purpose.

He looked down at the damp fabric clinging to his chest, then back up at her with his brow raised. “You know,” he said dryly, “most people just say they don’t like me.” The corner of his mouth twitched faintly before the expression faded. He could feel the fury rolling off her like a storm tide, but beneath it there was something hollowed out and raw enough that even he recognized it.

Zuko’s gaze sharpened slightly, though his voice stayed calm. “That’s not true.” He folded his arms loosely across his chest, still unconcerned by the water she’d thrown at him. “I never said we were friends… but I know what it’s like to feel like your anger is the only thing keeping you standing, what it’s like to think if you stop hating for even a second, there’ll be nothing left inside of you.” A faint bitterness crept into his voice then, old scars surfacing beneath the calm. “You’re not the only person who feels ruined by the war.”

He exhaled slowly through his nose and glanced briefly at the puddle beside her before looking back at her face. “So if you want to insult me, threaten me, throw water at me like an angry alley cat, fine. I’ve taken far worse.” Another small flicker of reluctant amusement crossed his expression. “But stop acting like I’m stupid for wanting better for the world, and for you.”

[judgementkazukun]

@wolfvirago: ❛ i had it under control. you didn’t need to do that. ❜

After the last brute hits the ground, falling limp from the impact, Kiryu shifts his weight back and lets his fists relax. At first, he doesn't even recognize that she's speaking to him, but—at length—realizes there's no one else around she could be speaking to, so he turns to meet her eye.

"Under control?" he asks.

He's not sure what her definition of control is, but it must be different from his own, otherwise he wouldn't have gotten involved. Unless (and this wouldn't be unheard of for Kiryu, if he's honest) this was some kind of misunderstanding. He doesn't know who she is, not really, but he supposes it is perhaps likely that she's more than some random girl he's passed by on the street. After all, plenty of people assume he's just some guy, not the Dragon of Dojima.

"Would you like to explain why these guys were after you? Or am I just supposed to guess?"

[prxdigalprincess]

@phoenixfell CONTINUED.

Azula looked shocked at the child that was approaching her. She blinked a few times and tilted her head.

She crossed her arms once the shock had worn off, and her eyes narrowed to a glare as she watched the boy.

“I am Princess Azula, and I’m here because I live in the palace, like the rest of the royal family. Who are you and why are you here?” She looked around, frowning deeply. “Where are your parents?”

Who in their right mind let a child wander onto the palace grounds with no supervision?

[cruelgcd]

Takes a deep breath. “I love the smell of burning universes in the morning.” Sips coffee.

[secondsonofwinter]

Match making brothers

@neithergodsnormen​ continued from (x).

He listened to Domeric’s reaction as they rode and thought. It could be fun to play match maker, well half the work was already done. He was sure both Torren and Morgan liked each other. 

“I think most of the hard work besides convincing your father of the appropriateness of the match, is done,” he mused his eyes catching over where Tor and Morgan were riding next to each other themselves, he was half wandering what they were talking about. “I think playing match maker would be fun. It isn’t like those two can’t marry for love,”

[daxambcrn]

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[teaspoonofginger]

@bucktoothedbushyhaired

bucktoothedbushyhaired

“Is it?” Hermione said, her voice edging towards its more waspish timbre. “I thought that what we were supposed to do, as his friends, is to support and encourage him as he embarks on his matrimonial journey. This entire ‘stag night’ practice is, in my opinion, barbaric and outdated.” Her noise raised in the air and her eyebrows raised, as though she were explaining a particularly obvious point to a teacher who had failed to adequately grasp the topic.

“Why treat what is supposed to be a wonderful, lovely start to a lifelong partnership as though it’s time for ‘one last bit of fun’ before a prison sentence starts?” She shook her head. “I think it’s horrid and ridiculous and I have no idea how you roped me into it. Isn’t this one of those old neanderthal things you lot are supposed to do with your fellow blokes? No icky girls allowed and all that?”

She was only partially joking.

Ron snorted. “So, the point is to bury him in complicated words so that he has to spend all of his time trying to figure out what the hell it is that we’re doing at all?” 

He shrugged his shoulders. “It isn’t as if we’re burying him in half-naked witches or anything. If we were, you certainly wouldn’t be invited. I’m not quite as stupid as everyone thinks that I am...” he winked. 

“Icky, are they?” he genuinely laughed at that. It was so ridiculous. “Here I was thinking that icky was the last word I would use to describe you...” he reached out to poke her gently in the side with one long finger. 

“And Harry didn’t want to have it without you. We’re only going out for a bit of drinking. The problem is that Harry said he doesn’t want to do it in wizarding London because he can never get a breath of air there. So, we’re going to hit up the muggle instead. So, you see, I am still following his instruction to the letter. I can’t help that he left a loophole big enough to fly a quidditch team through, can I?” 

He gave an innocent stare and shrug of the shoulders, but he knew that Hermione wasn’t remotely fooled. 

[lightrfluid-archive-blog]

Change

It wasn’t a not a problem: Seamus \ told himself that over and over again ever since the letters came. It wasn’t a surprise. A magical parent, a magical surrogate. Magical children--it would have been a surprise if they didn’t get the letters.

But they did. And Seamus had been swallowing ever since he saw the letterhead. 

It was stupid and he knew it, so he smiled a little wider and laughed a little louder. Both were good ways to drown out the sound of footsteps on the cobbles, the echoing laughter and screams. The first years always had it worse, Seamus decided, because most were too young to know how what Hogwarts was supposed to be like, or what they were supposed to do.

The twins looked even younger than he remembered first years looking back then.

“They can’t go.” It finally came out after dinner, almost an hour after both had gone to bed. “They can’t--they can’t go.” Almost disbelief. 

Of course it had been building long before then, since the owl landed and the letters came perfectly addressed. It didn’t matter that Seamus knew Hogwarts had changed.