#{So uh... I might've popped off a little too much when writing this-

[strdstd-m]

Seeking an audience with Archons was once thought to have been beyond Dainsleif. Never would he even entertain the thought of groveling for help before the very beings who'd outright destroyed his homeland and mercilessly ripped away the future he had planned. It was like uprooting and crushing a worthless weed in the gods' garden. Just something to thoughtlessly get rid of, not caring enough to bother with second thoughts when it came to the lives they'd be taking as a result of the Cataclysm. His heart wouldn't allow it, thinking of it as disgracing the memory of those who were lost because of those Archons. Too stubborn as well. Sticking adamantly to how Khaenri'ah was; godless.

The lives of royals he'd sworn to protect, commoners, fellow knights. Most of all, the one he'd held the most dear. To think he'd forgotten- No, that wasn't his fault. It was all the curse's doing. But not even that rationality didn't stop the sickening, fury-inducing guilt from rampaging. That time in the Chasm, where fate dealt him a blow he'd never forget.

Why that name stuck out in his mind, he was clueless of back then. Why recall that one out of thousands?

Why those turquoise eyes captivated him so, why that warm voice set his heart at an ease he hadn't felt in centuries, why he felt such a painful yearning just standing all but a short distance away?

He was just as beautiful as the day he lost him-

It was only after the Traveler vacated the area did it strike him like a stab to the heart from a blade.

A rare moment of clarity. Halfdan wasn't just another Royal Guard. He was... so much more than that. The man he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, the man he'd asked to (admittedly rather impulsively) marry a mere day before the fall of Khaenri'ah... The man who'd perished in Dainsleif's arms. Begging him to stay with him, desperately holding him as close as he could, a heart-shattering wail ultimately tearing itself out of him- The gods didn't just take his homeland away. They took away the love of his life like he was nothing. His dear, beloved Halfdan. The only man known to make the Twilight Sword glow like morning sunlight. Both were... unforgivable.

So why in all Teyvat was he standing before the door leading him to the home of the Cryo Archon? He still had his doubts on whether or not this venture would be successful, but it was unfortunately the only chance they might have in finally vanquishing the Abyss.

Upon hearing the voice from the other side of the door, he exhaled and opened it, finally crossing the threshold.

"The Tsaritsa, I presume?"

『 @strdstd // Plotted Starter for Dainsleif!  』

          ・⊱ It was ironic that in addition to frigid cold, she was able to sense and truly resonate with the emotions of others since her ascension. However it was quite the aid when it came to her goals, so the humor of it all would be hers to mull over at her leisure.

          Why distract the others with such a trivial little thought, after all?

          Right now, however, she was most intrigued by the approaching surge of emotions. Emotions so strong and heavy ( most of all grief, such immense, powerful grief ), they were palpable even behind the barrier of the heavy oak door before her. It was curious—enough to have the sentiment flickering across her own features and her rising from her seat. How far were they? Was it proximity or intensity that she was able to feel it all so? Perhaps a mix of both? Surely the person’s feelings couldn’t be THAT strong.

          As the first booming knock would resound, she would swiftly school her features. Right—The Tsaritsa was needed. Dwell on this phenomenon later. Or…perhaps mid-audience-

          “You may enter.”

[mull3ts]

50 shades of Qian

Pairing | Dilf! Aged Up! Kun x Reader (ft. Hendery and Yangyang)

⚠ Warnings! | Smut, as always: I don't advise you to sleep with your friend's hot dad, daddy kink, big dick kun coz why not, and probably a bunch of other kinks that i might've forgot abt while writing :D

"What are you doing under my desk, hmm?" Mr. Qian asked slighty amused, but confused. "I kinda wanna..." You trailed off, a pink tint now rising to your cheeks. Mr. Qian looked down at you with a smile "You wanna what, baby? C'mon, tell me".

"I wanna suck you off" you mumbled as you rested your head on his thigh in embarassment.

"Baby, my kids are in the next room" He cooed, lifting your face to look at him. "Besides, I'm working right now" Mr. Qian smiled again, now going back to focus on his work. You pouted when all of his attention went back to his laptop leaving you still sitting under his desk.

An idea popped into your head, but now your cheeks were even pinker at the thought of it.

"Daddy, can I sit on your lap?" You asked with big doe eyes hiding your lust for him. Mr. Qian looked at you with an eyebrow raised. "Sure" He replied, letting you get comfortable on his lap. The plan was to squirm around in his lap, cliché right?

"Y/N, stop moving so much" He said a bit harshly making you halt your movements.

You let out a little sorry making him chuckle, "Oh, baby are you that needy for me? Hmm? My needy little girl" He whispered as his index and middle finger went up you skirt to rub your clothed area. "Always so damn needy for her daddy, cause boys her age aren't good enough. Is that it sweetie? Boys your age aren't good enough?" Mr. Qian questioned, "Y-yeah" you mumbled. Footsteps were heard in the hallway causing you to stand up from Mr. Qian's lap, the door swung open.

"Hey dad, is it ok if me and Yangyang go out? He said he wanted a cat, I think." Hendery said along with Yangyang beside him. "Sure, go ahead. Visit Uncle Ten for me too, ok?" Mr. Qian blurted urgently, something that went unnoticed by his sons. "Ok dad, thanks!" Yangyang said as Hendery shut the door, and left the house.

With your back against his chest, you felt a finger prodding at your entrance making you whimper.

"Shh, baby, you can take it" Mr. Qian coos as he pushes his middle finger into your tight core. Your liquids rush out of you and drips on Mr. Qian's bedsheets while he fills you up. "Such a good little girl, huh? Barely taking Daddy's finger" He smirked, noticing the way your leg twitched every now and then.

While you were a whimpering mess, Mr. Qian's cock twitched everytime he head a whimper from you, and eventually he could feel his precum leaking out. His thumb began to circle your sensitve bud as he went faster.

"Daddy, I'm c-close" you mewled, as tears threatened to fall. "Oh really now? Nuh uh baby, I don't want you cum on my fingers. I want you to cum on my cock." Mr. Qian explained with fake dissapointment, "And I don't think you wanna make Daddy mad, do you babygirl?". You shook your head, "P-please Daddy! I don't w-wanna make you m-mad!" You sobbed, tears now falling from you face.

"Then don't cum, babygirl" Mr. Qian growled, pulling out his fingers from your core, preventing you from reaching your high. "N-no! Daddy!" You whined now trying your best not to cry. Mr. Qian scatters kisses along your neck, "Don't worry my precious little baby, I'll make it up to you." He promised as he moved to remove his boxers, freeing his angry red cock that was heavily leaking precum. The veins that were prominent made you drip and you rubbed your thighs together at the thought of him ruining you.

"Why so shy baby? You scared?" Mr. Qian taunted, you nodded. The head of his cock comes in contact with your clit, causing you to let out a sound from the sensitivity. "Babygirl, I don't know if you can even take me." Mr. Qian hears you whimper, as he rubbed his thick cock around your entrance. "But don't worry, you will babygirl" He smirked, slowly pushing his tip inside you letting you adjust. He lets out breathless curses, not wanting to break you in half, as you close your eyes already feeling stuffed. "God baby, still so tight even with how wet you are" He chuckles admiring the way you seem to get lost in the feeling of him.

As a result, Mr. Qian pushed most of his cock in you as you gushed out fluids making him groan. He looked at you, noticing the way your tears fell down your face as you moanes for him.

"Is it too much baby?" He questioned. You shook your head, and told him that you liked it a lot. "So my baby's crying cause she loves the feeling of her Daddy stretching out her tiny little pussy? Is that why you're crying?" He groaned, raising an eyebrow.

"Y-you're so big" you managed to sniff out. Mr. Qian placed his hand at the small of your back making your back arch as he thrusted his whole cock in you. "Daddy!" you yell as Mr. Qian wipes the tears off of your face.

"Shit" Mr. Qian curses when he feels you clench around him. "Your little pussy feels so good when you clench around me like that" he praises, "I'm gonna c-cum" you whisper. "Go ahead, baby" Mr. Qian groans, feeling your juices leak out of you as you became a moaning and whimpering mess under him. Your eyes feel like they've rolled to the back of your head as you felt that you've never came that hard. Mr. Qian adjusts his position making his thrusts deeper letting you ride out your orgasm. He watches your reactions, as you never fail to stop crying and whimpering under him.

"So cute and small under me, babygirl. You love the way I fuck you that much? Don't you?"

You nodded your head frantically, "I-i think I'm gonna cum again" You mewled as Mr. Qian went deeper. "Fuck, do it baby. I wanna hear your pretty little sobs for me m'kay?" Mr. Qian cooed, rubbing your thigh. Your nails dug into his shoulders causing him to groan as you whimpered endlessly. Mr. Qian gave a few hard thrusts before shooting his cum on your abdomen.

He got up to clean you then laid beside you. "Thank you, Mr. Qian" you mumbled tracing the veins on his hands. He hummed in response.

"Get some sleep now, so that you can have more energy tomorrow"

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[kdinthecity]

Love Zutara-ly

Around the holidays, I gotta do my annual rewatch of Love Actually. What can I say? I’m a sucker for British comedy and talk about a kickass cast!

This year I decided to write a Love Avatarly crossover. I actually have Zuko cast as the Prime Minister in my regular fic, but I could also see him as the hopeless romantic in the scene I portray below. Oh, and how does this fit the theme for Day 10: “bows?” Simply because I reworked the movie poster...

Scene 1: His apartment

Blue hopeful eyes stared back at him. Of course, he'd been staring at those same eyes for hours on end. Video editing was one of his lesser-known skills among his friends. He definitely didn't tell her about it.

A wide grin spread across Katara's face. "Oh Zuko, you're a life saver. I just knew you'd have a video of the wedding. I really appreciated Teo's help and all. I just didn't have the heart to tell him that the video he took chopped everyone's heads off, you know?"

"Y-y-yeah, sure. Um… I hope it's there. I might've… taped over it… the Pro-Bending Championships were on last night… yeah." Zuko raked a hand through his hair and scanned his apartment for the quickest escape.

Katara popped in the video and settled back on the couch with a sigh. At the first scene of her and Aang walking down the aisle, she let out a little gasp. "Oh, Zuko, it's perfect."

"You're perfect," he mumbled under his breath.

It wasn't long before her giddy smile faded into a frown of confusion. "Z-z-zuko, all the footage is… of me?"

"I—uh, yeah."

Her confusion then gave way to realization. "B-b-but you never said anything. At the Western Air Temple? And on Ember Island? Or the comet…"

As their eyes met, he knew they were both thinking of the events of that fateful day.

"Katara, he's the Avatar. It's kind of a self-preservation thing?" And then, he fled. It was all too much. The fullness of the blue in her eyes. The emptiness he felt in his heart. "Just show yourself out," he called over his shoulder.

Scene 2: Her apartment

Her beauty nearly took his breath away when she opened the door. And she was merely wearing lounge pants and a tank top. He immediately decided he liked that look on her. He shook his head, forcing himself to focus.

"Hey, sweetie, who is it?" Aang called from somewhere inside their apartment.

Zuko immediately brandished a sign that read, "Say it's a salesman."

Dutifully, Katara said, "It's a salesman, sweetie!"

"Tell him we don't want any!" Aang hollered.

Zuko shrugged and then turned on his handheld radio. An advertisement for car insurance was conveniently playing in the background, so he supposed if Katara needed an answer as to what type of salesman, perhaps she could use that. He just wanted some background noise, something to distract him from his nervousness. Soothing music would be nice. He took a deep breath. With her imploring and adorable gaze boring into him, he knew it was now or never.

He had decided to write everything down on cue cards, of sorts. Partly because he was horrible with words and always a bumbling mess around Katara. And partly because he didn't want to forget anything.

So he began displaying his messages in order, watching her intently for her reaction.

With any luck, by next year…

I'll take over my father's business. I'll be rich.

Girls will be throwing themselves at me.

But for now, while I'm still humble, let me say…

If circumstances were different,

I would shamelessly throw myself at your feet.

I would worship you.

Because of who you are.

Not because of what you've made me.

Which is hopelessly in love, by the way.

Forever and always.

I just needed you to know.

So that now I can let you go.

He expected his hands to shake a little. He anticipated the feeling of a flushed face and sweaty palms. All of those things usually happened when he was around her.

He did not expect her to cry. And again, it was too much. He turned to leave. He had said his fill and promised to let her go. But he just stood there, facing away from her. He did not expect walking away to be so damn hard.

"Zuko?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you."

No sooner had he closed his eyes to relish her words than he felt soft lips pressed against his in the smallest of gestures. His eyes shot open, and he was met with a sea of blue, calm and expectant.

"Katara?"

She placed a finger over his mouth and then slid her hand over to caress his cheek. This time the kiss was longer, deeper, and it was everything he could have hoped for—better than he could have ever imagined.

Then it was over. She smiled and quirked a brow, and then she was gone from his field of view. He heard the sound of the door shut from behind him before he let out the breath he had apparently been holding. He lifted shaky fingers to touch the place where she had just left her mark. It still tingled.

"Enough," he said.

And it was enough. It was all he needed.

Here is the scene from the movie for reference. I kinda like mine better. :)

Lastly, if you actually love reading AtLA and LoK fanfiction and have a knack for characterization and other things like grammar and stuff, I’m doing a writing competition, and they could use help with judging. This is the judges’ chatroom, but you can click around in the forum to get more info. OK, thanks, buh-bye.