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Thread: Under One Banner (kuro_bara x Broomhandle45)

The flat look she gave him and way her body stiffened was about all the warning he got before she snarled at him and punched him in the gut as hard as she could. Considering how scarred he was she doubted it bothered him at all and that only served to infuriate her further. I dont have to ask to change but I should let you mount me like an animal! She shouted at him, her eyes glinting dangerously, and oddly the crystal around her neck flashing in response to her anger. She knew full well it was a required part of this marriage but the idea of just letting him have her like that made her shudder. There was also Grens ominous phrasing she had to think ofthe bastard probably knew how difficult she would be to deal with. With a growl she paced away from him and angrily began stripping the ornate robes off and letting drop to the floor in a heap. Instead of immediately dressing in the other ones she turned around and glared at him, standing with her arms crossed under her chest and her left foot out to the side in a stance that clearly said well come and get it thenif you can.
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He probably should have expected that, but then again...he didn't exactly know what he was doing either. He knew only what he saw, and what he heard...but he had to admit. That punch was impressive, it was right in the stomach and he felt some breath escape as he shifted back on his heels. Well...that was one mistake he wasn't allowing again. He shifted regardless, if it hurt...he was good at hiding it. But then he saw her, all of her. She was...toned, fit. Like a proper warrior, faint scars danced across her body that spoke of experience. And he had to admit...he found that faintly more attractive than normal men probably did. Her posture spoke of arrogance, and challenge...and what pride he had left as a Guruden warrior boiled for conquest, for a victory. But what would that accomplish? Another miserable person sharing the same tent. ...Sorry, he replied idly, turning around to give her privacy.
Thread: Under One Banner (kuro_bara x Broomhandle45)

Something flashed across his face and disappeared before she could get a grasp on what it was a flash of the warrior underneath the seemingly passive exterior. Her jaw dropped in surprise when he apologized and turned around, the gesture completely threw her off and she was left staring at his back in confusion. She had expected anger, or at the very least a show of dominance but for some reason he backed down. Her expression turned thoughtful as she quickly dressed in the simpler clothing, clearing her throat when she was done. Eri gave her new husband the closest thing to an apologetic look she could manage. She absolutely wouldnt apologize for being who she was butshe had attacked him mostly unprovoked and it had been a bit of a low blow for someone who called herself a warrior. I am sorry I hit you She said, wrapping the sash around her waist and looking up at him. It was uncalled for. She admitted. I She chewed her lip for a moment before speaking, his behavior had come as a shock and it had softened her anger at the situation. It was obvious he was as lost in the situation as she was, he simply reacted differently. I think we got off on the wrong foot. Eri said in a softer tone. Perhapswe should start again. She held out her hand, the way she had seen many of the warriors greet one another. I am Raiku Eri, I am pleased to meet you Lord Guruden.
Thread: Under One Banner (kuro_bara x Broomhandle45)

...Perhaps we should, Han replied with a light sigh, hand running through his hair as he turned to face her again. Now she was dressed, and that put things on a level he was familiar with and more comfortable about. So, he took her hand and gave it a firm squeeze. His hands were rough and scarred. ...Guruden Han, likewise. he mumbled. ...I am...not familiar with marriage, he said quietly. I apologize if I insulted your honor.
Thread: Under One Banner (kuro_bara x Broomhandle45)

Eri gave him a friendly smile and laughed softly, her hand lingering on his a bit longer than necessary. If I may offer a bit of advice, it is not the womans honor that is typically the concern in a marriage. She titled her head to the side and regarded him thoughtfully. But I very much appreciate the sentiment and I hope that I have not insulted you in any way either. She gathered up her fancy clothing and folded it neatly, looking around for a place to store things. HmmI should have brought a chest. She muttered to herself, setting the clothing on top of her bag. Eri needed to find something to distract her from the situation both of them were stumbling over formalities that they should have been taught prior to marriage. Her family had been in such a rush to sell her off in the name of peace they hadnt bothered with teaching the proper etiquette though she had a general idea. Han didnt seem to have any idea and Lord Arwais hadnt been given much notice to teach him. Lord Arwaisisnt quite what I imagined. She mused out loud, wandering around the tent to inspect the weapons up close. As she walked past a pile of clothing her lip twitched. Many of them were torn or ripped from fights and had yet to be repaired. She gathered a few of them up and dug a simple sewing kit from her belongings before dropping onto the pile of furs with her legs crossed. She had wanted a distraction, this would do for now. At her own camp she could recall many of the wives gathering in the evenings to talk and do chores like this, though many of the warriors were quite capable of sewing their own clothing. She always thought it a boring past time preferring instead to train with the warriors and hopefully she would still be allowed here. It sounded as if Lord Arwais had plans to include her in his battles because of her ability. Her eyes wandered to the jewel in the bracer on Hans wrist. Your Pokemon, what is it? She asked, expertly threading a needle while looking up at him.
Thread: Under One Banner (kuro_bara x Broomhandle45)

Lord Arwais was...not the man that anyone expected. Nor was he someone that he had thought would take him under his wing. He didn't really know what to tell her in the slightest about it, either as he watched her move around her tent like a miniature whirlwind. He was about to say something about what she was doing, but then again...wasn't...she supposed to be doing that? It wasn't as if he didn't want to tend to his own clothing, he just didn't have the time. Here, he was out of his element more than he had ever enjoyed. He knew how to fight, he knew how to do everything he needed to do to sustain himself. Outside of Lord Arwais, he was considered something of an oddity for their clan. He was adopted only because of his power, they always told him. That what had happened, no respecting parent of the Guruden would ever see him adopted. He owed his lord that much...giving him a life of conquest and victory. That was enough, wasn't it? ...Nidoking, he finally said, hand slipping over the jewel almost self-consciously. ...It was my fathers. As he was explained to, almost daily...by both Nidoking and his clan.
Thread: Under One Banner (kuro_bara x Broomhandle45)

Eri listened attentively to him speak, working on the shirt in her hands at the same time. She paused and set the clothing down when he mentioned the crystal belonging to his father. She took this to mean his real father and not Lord Arwais. She noticed his hand slid over the jewel in a self-conscious manner and decided against asking more about the topic. It seemed to make him uncomfortable and she had certainly done enough of that for the day. If he was bonded with a Nidoking though, that explained why Lord Arwais had taken him in. It was a powerful Pokemon and partnered with a strong warrior like Han would make him quite the fighter to have in any army. It may also explain why he had chosen Han over any other warrior to be her husband. She touched the crystal around her neck affectionately. My partner is Absol. She explained with a smile. Eri couldnt help but wonder if Lord Arwais knew what her partner waspairing her with Han in a fight could make for a potentially lethal combo to throw at his enemies.
Thread: Under One Banner (kuro_bara x Broomhandle45)

Absol... Han murmured faintly in thought before nodding and deciding that he would at least sit across from her, legs folded. ...I see, that must be why Lord Arwais did not wish to fight your Clan. His lord was a shrewd man, who understood the many different clan superstitions and legends. There were many from his own clan and others that saw Absol as ill omens...to fight one? It would likely be damning enough to morale. It is wise that this was done, then. Less bloodshed, more warriors...everyone benefited.
Thread: Under One Banner (kuro_bara x Broomhandle45)

Eri shrugged slightly at his comment, keeping her thoughts to herself as he sat across from her. She suspected the Lord had other reasons for not wanting to fight her clan and bring them in peacefully though she had never considered the possibility Absol and herself might be looked at as a bad omen. Absol were particularly sensitive to disaster and often appeared near them and because of this they were considered bad luck. She tilted her head and looked at him with a thoughtful look. Are you happy with this arrangement? She asked. It was forced on you as much as it was me.
Thread: Under One Banner (kuro_bara x Broomhandle45)

I do as my lord wishes, as I owe him for saving my life. he replied smoothly in turn. A warrior adapts to any new situations that are presented to him. ...But to be honest, he didn't know if it made him happy or not. What did he have to base his happiness on? His life was one of chosen hardship, his suffering was his own that he would forever strive to improve. But even he was not such a fool as to think that what he had said was little more than an attempted dodge at her question. He shifted faintly at that, fingers lightly tapping on his knee. Was it...a bad situation? He supposed not, just a new one. One he didn't know how to deal with. ...But if I am to be a husband, I have been given a wife that hits like a warrior of her Clan should...and that is...that is good.
Thread: Under One Banner (kuro_bara x Broomhandle45)

Eri actually laughed out loud at his response. Not in an offending way, just a good natured soft laugh. If beating him was all it took to make him happy than they were going to have a long happy relationship. She was very bad at controlling her emotions, particularly her anger and he had already given her more leeway than any man should have or would have so it was likely encounters like earlier would happen again. I cannot promise that won't happen again... She said still laughing slightly. In all seriousness, Han was probably the best match in a husband she could have hoped for. He was close to her age, he understood about the bond, he was as lost as her in the situation and his placid nature hopefully would balance out her fiery one. She smiled warmly at him as she continued working on his shirts with a slightly renewed vigor. Her mood was much improved by his comment and his personality in general. Some might see him as bland or even withdrawn but she had seen the flash of the warrior beneath. There were subtleties to him that she respected and she would wait patiently for him to open up to her.
Thread: The Ferret and The Weasel (Lia & Aislashu)

AU Setting No Voldemort return Ron Weasley felt naked without his wand. Naked and absolutely furious. He couldn't believe what he was going to have to put up with. All because of Draco fucking Malfoy. It had just been a stupid little fight! Only...it hadn't really been little. Apparently Draco had been having a very bad day, and decided to goad Ron much more than normal. At this point of their schooling, the rivalry had been more between Ron and Draco than Harry and Draco. The first year, sure, it had been mainly between the Boy Who Lived and the 'Slytherin Prince', but as people got used to Harry, and with no threat of Voldemort returning, the fuss had died off, and Draco's attentions had turned elsewhere. And Ron, with his short temper, was an easy target. Their rivalry quickly became infamous, their spats furious. This one had been much different, much more dangerous. With both boys having bad days, and Draco's goading, Ron's temper had more than boiled over. Neither Harry and Hermione nor Crabbe and Goyle had been able to stop the two boys from erupting, and the fight that had broken out between them had been far worse than normal, with spells and curses flying, hitting some innocent bystanders, causing damage to the hallway. Neither boy had seen Snape or McGonagall as furious as they had been then. It had been decided that the boys were to stay over at the castle over Easter Holiday. For that week, they would have their wands taken from them. They would live together. Eat together. They were pretty much being forced to spend the entire week in each others company. But their punishment was going to start at dinner the last day of school. McGonagall had them meet in the small chamber off the side of the Great Hall where First Years were usually kept. Once everyone was seated, they were to be brought out, with special places for them in front of the Great Hall, and for the first half of dinner, they were to sit, side by side... holding hands . Ron was disgusted and furious. And to make things worse, they would then have a small table placed in front of them then, and they were to place their joined hands on the table and, somehow, manage to eat one-handed. And that was to be how they ate all their meals in the Great Hall during the week. This is your bloody fault, you slimy git! Ron hissed to the platinum blond sharing the ante-chamber with him, fists clenched at his sides as he waited for McGonagall to come get them.
Thread: The Ferret and The Weasel (Lia & Aislashu)

It truly had not been his fault. Of course, nothing involving any of the stupid Gryffindor trio was ever his fault. Potter had become boring after a while. He didn't seem to care who Draco was, or why he should be fawned over, and instead seemed to retreat into himself and his house. Granger was always stuck in books and rarely ever paid any attention to the world around her. But Weasley... Well, he was always a great source of entertainment for Draco. Quick tempered mixed with acting before thinking not that he thought Weasley was capable of the higher thought processes anyway usually meant that the redhead drew his wand first, and threw the first hex. And that meant that Draco could easily argue self defense. Today, though, something had set him off. The Slytherin was usually calm, cool, and collected he rarely showed his temper. But Weasley had said something that grated on his last, overworked nerve and after that, Draco wasn't sure who threw what first. Stunners, tripping jinxes, jelly legs jinxes, and a few more serious ones if the colors he saw flashing on the outskirts of his vision were anything to go by all flew in between them without prejudice. And because half of the witnesses had claimed that he had been the one to cast first, he wasn't able to talk his way out of detention with Snape. And Snape hadn't been able to dissuade the headmaster from giving his blessing to this asinine and ludicrous idea of detention that the old bat McGonagall had come up with. You keep telling yourself that, Weasley, he hissed back, having to try his hardest to not throw another punch just for the satisfaction of breaking the Gryffindor's nose. I swear to Merlin if I catch any sort of disease from you, I'll make you wish you had Dragon Pox! It didn't take long for the Transfigurations professor to come collect them. Draco's heart beat against the inside of his chest frantically, trying to leap out from is confines. He took a deep breath, reminding himself that it would do him a world of good to stock up on calming draughts for the coming week. I'm right handed, Weasley. You'll have to be at my left.
Thread: The Ferret and The Weasel (Lia & Aislashu)

Ron had been about to open his mouth to retort when the door was pulled open. Professor McGonagall looked at them sharply, as if she had known they were arguing, her lips thinned. But she said nothing, simply inclined her head and lead them through the Great Hall. It was a long march from the antechamber to the front of the hall, and people turned to stare at Draco and Ron walking side by side. People could be heard murmuring curiously, not sure what exactly was going to happen, though they had seen the two chairs up front. Good thing I'm right-handed, too, then. You're actually doing me a favor, Ron retorted, hoping to annoy the pale Slytherin. They made quite a sight, standing together. Ron, darker, extremely freckled, red-headed, and Draco, pale, practically flawless skin, light blonde. And Ron was a good bit taller than the Slytherin, more built, stocky versus the sleek, lithe Draco beside him. He turned to face the Great Hall when they were told, and McGonagall moved to stand at the elevated staff table once more, addressing the students. Now, if Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Weasley will commence their punishment, the dinner can begin. Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Weasley, you will be able to eat half way through, when your table is brought up. Ron grit his teeth, but, being the 'brave Gryffindor,' he made the first move, his left hand grasping Draco's and gripping it quite tightly, taking his seat at the same time. Mind, he didn't quite think it through, and so he ended up yanking Draco with him...which ended up with the blond in his lap, and the Great Hall bursting into laughter. Ron's ears went vividly red.
Thread: The Ferret and The Weasel (Lia & Aislashu)

The bloody fuck do you think you're on, Weasley! Draco shoved at the redhead's chest while scrambling up and away from the other wizard. He caught a sharp look from his Head of House, though, and quickly straightened himself and his robes. The blond ignored the tittering behind him and kept his back straight, gathering all of the dignity that he could muster in this fucked up situation. Someone was going to pay for this, and they were going to pay dearly for it, too. One good deep breath, and Draco moved the chair to the redhead's right and sat, once more clasping their hands. You're an idiot, he muttered, once he'd gotten himself comfortable and picked out a nice, blank expanse of wall to focus on. When someone tells you that you must be at their left, that means, Weasley, that your right hand will be incapacitated. He didn't want to think what else that right hand was ever incapacitated with. Draco shuddered involuntarily. It's Easter week. Not many are staying on at Hogwarts, thank Merlin. You can do this, Draco. You can survive this attrocious 'detention', and you will survive it if it's the last thing you ever do! Draco allowed himself to be pulled into his own thoughts with that. He steadfastly ignored the stares from his fellow classmates, the too-cheerful chatter of the professors from behind them, and he ignored the warmth of the large, ape-like hand that he was holding. Instead, Draco listed Potions ingredients, Charms, hexes, jinxes, and even the obscure Runes they had been studying earlier in the week. So inside of his head was he, that the table appearing before them startled Draco. There was a slight flinch that he was sure no one saw, and he covered it further by reaching forward for the glass of pumpkin juice. His mouth felt fuzzy.
Thread: The Ferret and The Weasel (Lia & Aislashu)

Ron's ears went even more red at his mistake. He'd been too busy with everything else going through his head to think that through fully. Just shut the fuck up Malfuck, how can anyone think with your stupid mouth running all the time? he managed to mutter back to the blonde. And so you know, you're going to be on the left tomorrow, then. I'm not going to sit here and try to use my left hand all the bloody time. Ron just glowered over everyone, especially at Harry when he saw the raven-haired boy laughing. He flicked the boy off and flinched when he heard McGonagall shout his last name, shoulders hunching. He glowered at Harry more. When the halfway mark passed and their table appeared, he noticed Draco flinch, smirking. Afraid of a wooden table now are you? He rested their hands on the surface and reached out, grabbing a chicken leg with his left hand and tearing into it.
Thread: The Ferret and The Weasel (Lia & Aislashu)

Yeah, you keep thinking that, Weasley. Draco ignored the barb about his being startled, because it wasn't worth commenting on. The blond did, however, snicker when he heard Weasley's last name shouted from behind them. That lightened his mood considerably. He ignored the attrocious table manners as best he could, hoping to not lose his appetite. Soon, though, something just had to be said if he was going to survive this week without starving to death. Fuck all, Weasley. Cutlery. The shiny things next to your plate. Were you never taught proper use for them? While he could admit in his own head that using a knife and a fork at the same time in the usual way was impossible due to their joined hands, at the very least he was able to use his fork to eat the shephard's pie that was the other choice for dinner.
Thread: The Ferret and The Weasel (Lia & Aislashu)

You mean outside of stabbing your brothers' hands when they reached for your food, or annoyed you? he said with his mouth full, a bit of chicken ending up flying out. He took a few more loud, obvious chews for Draco's benefit before swallowing his mouthful. No. And you're holding my main hand, so deal with it. He took another bite of the chicken, and made sure to eat a bit more obnoxiously than usual. Though, he was an obnoxious eater to begin with. He'd lost track of all the dirty looks Hermione had given him over the years. You know, he said through another bite, pointing the chicken leg at Draco and shaking it like one might a finger, you're prissy. Like a bloody bird. Or Hermione, he compared Draco to her, just to annoy him.
Thread: The Ferret and The Weasel (Lia & Aislashu)

He gave a soft 'ugh' in response, not knowing what else he could possibly say to such poor breeding. Don't remind me, Weasley. It was bad enough that they actually had to participate in this 'detention'. He didn't need the Gryffindor consistently talking about it in order to bring it to the forefront of his mind. He was doing very well simply forgetting about it as best he could for the time being. Draco closed his eyes and continued to eat, allowing the droning buzz of conversation drown out the disgusting sounds coming from the boy next to him. Finally, though, dinner was done. The moment that their table disappeared, Draco dropped the heavy hand and wiped his palm down on his robes while thinking of burning them when he got back to the Slytherin common room. Blaise would hel-- Well fuck. The rest of their 'punishment' came back to him, then and Draco was glad that the table was now gone because he would have been sorely tempted to bash his head against the wood. Gentlemen. Looking up, he found his head of house hovering over them. The headmaster has assigned me to escort you to your temporary living quarters. The blond gave another, internal, groan but stood. Yes, Professor Snape.
Thread: The Ferret and The Weasel (Lia & Aislashu)

He let go as soon as they were allowed to stop holding hands, wiping his own on his robes. He stared up at Snape and nodded sullenly. He got to his feet, following the man as he lead them out. Oi Ron! Tell us if he's a cuddler! Seamus shouted after them, laughing. Ron's ears went red and he barely refrained himself from giving the Irish boy a rude gesture, fists clenching at his sides. He was going to come up with the worst detention he could think of and give it to Seamus once their Prefect statuses were reinstated after the punishment. I'll tell your mum to knit you a Ferret sweater next Christmas, Harry grinned. He shot the scarred boy a deathglare as he stomped out behind Snape. You better tell your bloody beaters to knock him off his broom next game, he muttered, crossing his arms.