#yellope

cute lil yellope high fantasy AU in which antiope is a runaway princess on a quest to save her kingdom and yelle is from a local druid conclave that offers to guide her on her journey and gay things happen

Yelle/Antiope, a short Danielle introspection arcing from the Belles of the Baronies to after I Fucking Love You :)

Feel it, she mouths, a smile curling on her face as she finishes, and Yelle brightens back, swooping out of the way of the entrance and approaching the group. She feels it. It is everything. And, just as quickly, she does not feel it anymore.

based off the Day 7 prompt ("soft") for this femslash february 2025!

HAPPY D20EXCHANGE! This one is for @/mayatheinferno over on twitter.

It was one thing Corsica always said to her when she was teaching her how to shoot. “Feel it, Ant. From your fingers gripping the string, all the way to your elbow, in your shoulders. Feel it?”

When Antiope was younger she used to say, “No, CC, I don’t because you haven’t explained what it is.”

Corsica would get this smile on her face and quirk an eyebrow, “Well we’ll stand here until you do. Go ahead and let that one fly.”

Every time she said that, Antiope’s shot would always fly wide.

Feel it.

It was something Antiope started to tell herself when she realized the parenting style of her mother. She’s allowed to feel it. The anger, the sadness, all of it.

But she was never very good at channeling it.

Feel it.

Jawbone said it to her once, after the palimpsests and Kalvaxus. She had gone to talk to him about how angry she was.

“You can feel it, kiddo. It’s not bad to feel mad. Hell, it’s not bad to feel mad at him. Did I tell you I spent eight hours in that dragon’s mouth? Nasty halitosis, let me tell ya.”

Antiope laughed, “Eight hours?”

“Yeah girl! Kristen stopped time with Aguefort’s watch before I could get out. But that’s not the point. I want you to do something for me real quick. Close your eyes.”

Antiope did, a little confused.

“Alright now keep in mind this is the first time I’ve done this. But I talked to your sister about it because I don’t know much about ranger magic. Alright now, keep your eyes closed and I want you to picture an empty field. And this may seem wild, but picture Kalvaxus in it.”

Antiope did as she was told, a nice golden wheat field cropping up behind her eyes. In the middle, blades blowing around his massive legs, stood Kalvaxus.

She felt a huff of air leave his nostrils.

“Alright that’s good, Antiope. Now stand there, stare him down, and feel that energy coming off of him.”

Antiope focused, so hard she could almost smell it. No… until she could smell it. She smiled. Her favored enemy unlocked in her mind, and she felt the power of her hunter’s mark grow.

“Feel it?”

Antiope felt it.

She felt it in the Baronies, from across the square. Dragon. A brass wyrmling flew above the square, fire flowing from its mouth.

She didn’t have a chance to stop her muscles from moving. An arrow was nocked and streaking across the square before she could blink. The wyrmling fell from the sky…

And Danielle stood up in its place.

No. No no no no no.

She slung her bow back over her shoulder and ran. In the back of her mind, she felt it. The whatever that had been growing in there. She didn’t know what to call the underlying feeling yet, but she knew panic. She knew the panic of seeing Danielle, one of her best friends, with her arrow in her shoulder.

“Yelle!” Antiope screamed in a whisper, something that should be impossible, when she reached her.

Yelle held up a hand, “It’s cool, no harm. I just—”she flinched as she straightened her back, “I forgot. I’m alright.”

“Yelle, I just shot you!”

“Antiope, it’s fine. I’m fine. We’re alright.”

She reached out and placed a hand on Antiope’s shoulder, and the skin there prickled, overloaded with adrenaline and fear and… something else.

They sat around a fire. After a chase. Adrenaline waning. Antiope Druid crafts a flower. Danielle smiles.

Feel it?

“Presenting Empress Anima of the Eidolons!”

Antiope has seen Yelle in her dress already, saw her make it, but right now? Descending these stairs? She has never seen anything more beautiful. The gossamer webs of the silk flow seamlessly around her, and there’s a moment where Yelle stops, and something in her face changes. She stands up just that little bit straighter and she restarts her descent.

The crowd is quiet. The Seven are quiet. Yelle looks right at Antiope. Antiope smiles at her and mouths, “Feel it.”