#amnesty week

✨Amnesty Week ✨

Now that the regular posting period has finished, today is the start of Amnesty Week: a week where everyone who signed up but couldn't post, didn't finish in time, or had to drop out of the event has the chance to add a work to the collection if they want.

In addition, if you wrote or drew any extras, such as a scene, a moment, that quite didn’t make it into your fic or art piece and you wish to share it for the Reverse Bang, Amnesty Week is the time to do it.

✨He who walks with storms✨

Author: @greyghoulclub Artist: @rancidmice

Word Count: 11,762 words Pairing(s): Anakin Skywalker/Obi-Wan Kenobi Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive and Content Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence Key Tags: fantasy au, fantasy setting, slow burn, mage!obi-wan kenobi, prince!anakin skywalker, pre anakin skywalker/obi-wan kenobi, no beta we die like qui-gon jinn, palpatine being evil, ancient prophecies, magic systems, fantasy creatures, fantasy battles

Summary: The mage shall go west and find the boy who bends steel, In the land with no rain, it will reveal. He who walks with storms shall return to the throne, Where the dark one beckons his thrall, By the blade, they must fall.

An ancient prophecy calls for the return of a king to the kingdom of Coruscant, Obi-Wan is the mage sent on the treacherous journey to find him.

Prompt: One Last Time/Bookends

Pairings: YasMoon, Hawkmetri

So for my last-ever AllValley100 post I decided it was only fitting to write a sequel to my first-ever AV100 drabble! And during pride month, too??? A perfect (if bittersweet) ending to this very important chapter of my life, which finally taught me how to write concisely for the first time in 26 years ;_____;

Moon finally gathered up the courage to send a message to Yasmine, bless <3

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“Lookit you, Little Miss Pride Month! Bold choice.”

Demetri does a double take when Moon walks in, hair now a dreamsicle orange fading into candy pink tips.

“One last try to tell Yas about…you know. Your boyfriend helped dye it!”

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“Thought you were bisexual.”

Once she’s past the initial shock, it’s all Yasmine has to say.

“I am.” Moon eyes her coyly. “I’ve just…been leaning more toward girls lately.”

Her gaze trails over Yasmine. The blonde’s eyes widen in realization.

“You could’ve just told me!”

“But—”

For @allvalley100 amnesty week

Prompt: Ritual

Saturday, November 1st, 2020. It’s been about three months since Miguel and Sam moved upstate to the Bay Area to live their college life together.

Ever since the move, they’ve been taking naps every Saturday afternoon. It had become a ritual at that point.

In their apartment, they both wake up after another nap as Miguel’s Bluetooth radio plays music from his phone. Sam checks her watch. It said 5:45 pm. “When did we fall asleep again?”

“I remember it was just past 4pm,” Miguel answered. “I never slept better though.”

For @allvalley100 amnesty week

Prompt: Breathing Room

Miguel couldn’t resist Sam at all. She needed a bit of breathing room following the 51st all-valley tournament, but now he’s not letting her go again anytime soon.

Sam didn’t bother arguing. She knew she owed him big time.

It was a normal afternoon in the middle of summer, and when he’s not busy with friends, training, and working, he’d kiss and embrace Sam without a care in the world.

“Sweetie…” Sam pleaded. “I missed you too, but I’ma have to breathe at some point.”

Miguel snaps back to reality. “Oh yeah, my bad.”

Prompt: Trial and Error

Friendship: Miguel & Demetri

Pairing: Hawkmetri (although the focus is intentionally more on the Miguel and Demetri friendship here)

Happy pride month!!! This felt like a fitting last AV100 for Miguetri Monday :3 This is a 6-parter with 600 total words! Based a little bit in some headcanons I came up with here about why I think Demetri actively hides his sexuality, despite being fairly open about other aspects of his personality.

CW for canon-typical homophobia (because Kyler doing that stunt with Demetri's cast like...very definitely had homophobic undertones), internalized homophobia, and the general fear of being outed based in concerns about personal safety and social alienation.

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5 times Demetri was too scared to tell Miguel the truth ( +1 time he wasn't)

1.

“Gets laid more than anyone, isn’t that right, Eli?”

Miguel only rolls his eyes.

At first, Demetri thinks his new friend’s put off by the dismissive sentiment. But as the conversation ebbs and their attention shifts to the rich girls, his stomach tightens.

Miguel saw how he looked at Eli, didn’t he? Did he think it was gross?

Would he leave, too?

Fuck.

Time for damage control.

“I don’t care if Yasmine’s the meanest girl in school. I’d kill both of you just to get her to spit in my face.”

That’s what a normal teenage boy would say, right?

2.

“Let’s ask the dragon queens to dance!”

Demetri wishes the punch was carbonated. Maybe that would fight the nausea he feels imagining having to fake any kind of interest in these three perfect strangers. Putting on a facade requiring 10 times the phoniness he usually shows his friends.

Besides, girls who watch Game of Thrones aren’t stupid. They’ll smell what he is. Recoil, shove him away. Shout what Eli and Miguel probably already suspect—something no denial can fix.

And then he’ll be alone.

“Slow your roll,” Demetri says. “We’ve got time.”

Miguel chocks it up to passivity. Thank fuck.

3.

Kyler knows. Kyler’s always fucking known.

The years of bullying. Making sure Demetri saw him harass Eli about how “no girl” would ever want to kiss him. Drawing a dick on the arm he had to know Eli snapped and showing the entire cafeteria.

Maybe some other Cobra told Kyler about the break. Maybe Eli himself did the bragging. Doesn’t matter.

Point is that Miguel saw Kyler’s stunt.

Demetri feels sick. Eli left him. Now the only other person he’s come to trust with his entire self will, too.

But when Yasmine finds him later, he realizes his one out.

4.

He yells angrily after Yasmine, feeding the illusion this was all by accident. Sam and Miguel smirk.

It’s clear they buy it hook, line, and sinker.

They’re happy for him. For who they think he is.

The normal and uncontroversial Demetri. The one who isn’t…that.

And Demetri’s come too close to losing Miguel already to break that illusion.

“I am 101% in love.”

I promise I’m the same as you. He pats Miguel’s shoulder, relishing how secure he feels. Nothing to be ashamed of.

He hears Miguel tell Sam love conquers all. Demetri doesn’t have the heart to believe it.

5.

It’s pathetic, and Demetri knows it. Miguel and Sam deserve better.

But he’s in too deep to admit everything with Yasmine’s a farce.

It still begs the question. How does Demetri fix Miguel’s relationship when he can’t even tell Eli he’s in love with him?

Regardless, Miguel’s stuck with Demetri this long. Demetri has to try.

“I get Yasmine a charm for every fight.” Why are they even still together? “She can barely lift her arm now.”

Useless to ruminate. This house of cards is better than Miguel and Eli knowing the truth.

Despite everything, Demetri’s still a fucking coward.

+1

“Plans for senior prom?” Miguel eyes Demetri curiously.

“I’m going with Eli.”

“Stag?”

Demetri freezes.

He could backpedal. Retreat into the cozy blanket of lies that always kept Miguel around.

But graduation’s next month. Fuck it.

“We’re, uh…dating, actually.”

The way Miguel lights up makes Demetri wonder why he ever felt the need to keep it secret.

“And you didn’t tell me?!”

“I was worried you’d be weirded out!”

“Are you kidding?” Miguel’s beam is blinding. “I’m so happy for you guys! And I’ve been waiting for you to ask him out since, like, sophomore year.”

@allvalley100

Susan flips through the latest issue of Vogue Patterns.  Barbara, sitting next to her, looks over her shoulder.

“Hey, slow down.  I was trying to read that news about Calvin Klein.”

“Later.” Susan keeps flipping. “I need to see what patterns they’ve got this month.  Finally.”

Susan studies the dress pattern.  Glances back at the photo.  She purses her lips.  “Who came up with these? A nun?”

The color wasn’t bad.  The pattern wasn’t complicated.  She had the recommended fabric.  But the length was the issue.  Too long.  Too conservative.

“You can always alter it,” Barbara suggests.

@allvalley100

Terry is at yet another auction, surrounded by the boring bourgeoisie.  He has seen enough.  Nothing has tickled his fancy.  Fifteen more minutes, he thinks.

“Now, for our next item,” the auctioneer begins. “A pair of Art Deco bookends made from patinated bronze in the form of striking King Cobras set on portoro marble bases.  They were sculpted by Irénée Rochard, circa 1930.”

Light glints on the snakes.  A silver sheen.

They are perfect.  As if they were made for him.  He must have them.

“Bidding will begin at two thousand dollars.”

Paddles raise, war is waged.

“Five thousand.”

“Sold.