#°☆┊��� ( KAI ) a healing sea.

[tsukinoiri]

where should you be kissed?

PALM. // you give and give. you are a gentle heart, broken but still standing... always lending a hand for those who need it, expecting nothing in return. you deserve someone taking your hand and kissing your open palm, the hands which have selflessly helped so many others.

KNUCKLES. // it feels as though you have fought every day of your life. sometimes, you cannot even tell how much of the blood on your hands is your own... and how much comes from those who've tried to hurt those you defend. you deserve the gentleness of a kiss to your bruised knuckles and broken skin, a reminder that you are not only made of violence.

[melzula]

hii i was wondering could you write a oneshot of how zuko's self cautious of his scar and reader just kisses his scar and reassures him and tells him that hes perfect and that she loves everything abt him. This is in a very like intimate and loving way ykyk

a/n: ah this plot is so sweet! had to rewrite this piece a few times before landing on something i liked so i hope you enjoy!

summary: zuko asks you to remove his bandages

“Are you sure you want me to do this? I can fetch Iroh instead.”

“No,” comes Zuko’s soft reply, his sullen features bathed in candle light. “I want it to be you.”

Sighing softly, you give him an understanding nod and press a careful kiss to his check. The Prince remains stoic in spite of your show of affection, simply signaling for you to proceed.

It’s been a week since the Agni Kai, and the healer has given Zuko the okay to remove his bandages. The wound should be healed by now, nothing but a painless scar with a painful memory attached to it. It’s not only your first time seeing Zuko’s new face but his as well, and neither of you are sure what to expect.

You were honestly surprised when the Prince had asked for you to be the one to remove his bandages. He’d been cold and standoffish with you since your departure from the Fire Nation, something you couldn’t blame him for considering all he’d been through, but you didn’t expect him to trust you with something so important so soon. It made you nervous, but it also made you relieved to know he still felt he could trust you with such things.

Your fingers work carefully as you unravel the white cloth around his head, doing your best not to cause too much discomfort for your Prince. He says nothing as you move and only watches you through the reflection of the mirror before him.

“Are you ready?” You ask him softly, hesitating as you reach the final layer of wrapping.

“Hesitation is a sign of weakness,” Zuko replies gruffly, and that’s all you need to hear before finally pulling away the last of the bandages.

The room is silent and tense as Zuko stares at his own reflection. The skin around his eye is angry and red, permanently damaged and forever serving as a reminder of his failure. He can hardly see out of his left eye, but he’s still able to make out your figure watching on silently as he assesses the damage.

“Go ahead and say it.”

“Say what, Zuko?” You murmur softly, carefully resting a hand upon his back.

“Say you’re disgusted by me. Say you’re repulsed,” he snarls bitterly. “Say that you’re too embarrassed to be seen with such a failure!”

“Is that really what you think?” You utter sadly, a pained smile on your lips as you carefully reach out to touch his face. His hand immediately flies up to catch your wrist in a firm grip before you can get any closer, and despite the discomfort it brings you make no attempt to move.

“It’s what I know.”

“Then you must not know me at all,” you counter with a small shake of your head.

Reality sets in and Zuko guiltily removes his ironclad grip on your wrist. He doesn’t mean to be so harsh with you, but there’s an amalgamation of emotions festering within him at the sight of his deformity. He was a Prince, he wasn’t meant to look like this, he wasn’t meant to be out at sea fruitlessly trying to find the Avatar so he could end his banishment. It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

“You’re perfect, Zuko,” you console with a careful brush of your fingertips against the freshly healed skin. His eyes flutter shut at the comforting sensation, and you take it as a sign to continue. “I love you the way you are, and this scar doesn’t change that.”

He can’t help but gasp when he feels the softness of your lips pressing against his temple. How could you not feel sickened by him? How could you still love him after everything?

“Your scar is nothing but a sign of your strength, I hope you know that,” you tell him before pressing another kiss to his cheek just below his eye.

He says nothing in response, but you know that he understands you. With you, he doesn’t have to feel shame or guilt. Your love for him knows no bounds, and there’s nothing he could do that would ever make you turn away from him.

He sits in silence as you begin to apply a soothing balm to his skin. His eyes close in contentment and for the first time since leaving home he finally feels at peace.

He knows then that he made the right choice in having you be the one to remove his bandages. No one sees him like you do, and it’s more than he could ever ask for.

| zuko tags: @ilovespideyyy @yiyibetch @eridanuswave @lammello @a-monsters-love @taeeemin @lora21 @livelaughlovekuni @lovialy

| atla tags: @sirkekselord @niktwazny303

[chasingthatjjunie]

(っ◔◡◔)っ 🩷 𝙢𝙮 𝙩𝙭𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙘 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙨 🩷

here are a few of my favorite fics that have made me laugh, cry, smile, scream, and probably feel every other emotion possible!

i'll keep adding to this list as i read. if you have any fics to recommend, i’d be so happy to read them!

𝗼𝘁𝟱 𝗱𝗿𝗮���𝗯𝗹𝗲𝘀:

SILENT TREATMENT W/ TXT ~ @miupow 

GETTING STONED W/ TXT ~ @miupow

"Let's break up" prank ~ @skiiyoomin

Little things they do to make you needy ~ @taegimood

squish ~ @huckleberrykai (healed me 🫶🏽)

there's food at home ~ @huckleberrykai

let's dance the night away ~ @huckleberrykai

crush crush crush ~ @huckleberrykai

txt as types of office romance! ~ @itgirlgyu

txt as dilfs! ~ @itgirlgyu

txt as husbands! ~ @itgirlgyu

grocery store runs together ~ @thoughtsforsoob

txt meeting their long distance partner for the first time ~ @mazeinthemoon

𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗶 𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗯𝗶𝗻:

ALL FOR A BET ~ @jjunieworld ("everytime i'm away from you my soul calls out to yours and everytime i'm with you it sings from how complete it is" has to be one of the most beautiful things ive ever read)

saudade love ~ @kumabeom

the great bake off ~ @jjunieworld

ALIBI ~ @bunniwords

vanilla&citrus / coffe&lavender ~ @blue-jisungs

kissed and missed ~ @seoulzie

actirasty with soobin ~ @beomiracles

spit ~ @silvergyus

9:26pm ~ @silvergyus

to the moon and back ~ @p0ckykiss

𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗶 𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗷𝘂𝗻:

mango flavored ~ @biteyoubiteme (i think about this fic literally all the time)

crown radio. ~ @mazeinthemoon

9:05 p.m. ~ @agustdiv1ne

9:23 p.m. ~ @agustdiv1ne (um yes please...)

aquarium date with yeonjun ~ @blackhairedjjun

bed chem ~ @moamidzyism

THE UNDERGROUND ˒˒ 최연준 ~ @jjunieworld

girl dad yeonjun headcanons ~ @miupow

written in the stars ~ @blossom-hwa

shoong! ~ @beomie3

i wish i was a baller ~ @delcakoo

thoughts on food truck chef!yeonjun x office worker!reader ~ @blackhairedjjun

gold rush ~ @wave2tyun

you're not afraid of heights are you? ~ @beomiracles

flustering bestfriend!yeonjun ~ @taegimood

[bratty switch!yeonjun] ~ @heartchoi

lost ~ @huckleberrykai (one of the most heartwarming fics ive ever read!!! melted my stress away IM NOT EVEN JOKING)

found (part 2 of lost) ~ @huckleberrykai

i did something bad ~ @huckleberrykai (mafia yeonjun has me going brrrr)

a bouquet of flower ~ @p0ckykiss (this is the sweetest freaking thing ever!!!)

sucking on yeonjun's chain during sex ~ @taegimood

yeonjun w dumbification + spit kinks ~ @taegimood

emo yeonjun putting you on! ~ @hyukakisses

ditched and delirious ~ @seoulzie

just a little tipsy! ~ @aakomii-deactivated20240310 (ive read this just about a million times)

craving you ~ @miupow

Sir;; CYJ ~ @kpoptrashlord-007

𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗶 𝗯𝗲𝗼𝗺𝗴𝘆𝘂:

Stupid Cupid ~ @hybeboyenthusisast

an iron man ~ @niningtori

the final argument ~ @seoulzie

five kisses ~ @miupow (so so beomgyu!! <3)

totally unlabeled kisses ~ @heart2beom (the kisses at the end!!)

𝗸𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻:

STRANDED ~ @beomiracles

guard (of my heart) ~ @blue-jisungs (“mine are on you only. and, well, the sea in case anyone needs saving”, THIS IS SO CUTE!)

𝗵𝘂𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗮𝗶:

straight a students ~ @silvergyus

daydreams & doodles ~ @seoulzie

𝗺𝘂𝗹𝘁𝗶-𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘀:

movie date ~ @biteyoubiteme (yeonjun and kai)

11:58 p.m. ~ @agustdiv1ne (yeonjun and taehyun)

busy signal ~ @biteyoubiteme (yeonjun and kai)

cozy holiday sfw yeonkai x reader thoughts ~ @biteyoubiteme

[leiatalon]

Ink and Intrigue: Romantasy IF

It's here! It's here! 🎉

The game is out and you can play it now! ❤️‍🔥

Play the demo for free!

Heed magic's call! Find love on a lush tropical island among immortal warrior-mages as you explore ancient mysteries, craft dragon-rune tattoos, and discover your true loyalties. When mystery tempts, how do you answer?

Ink an Intrigue is a standalone Heart’s Choice IF fantasy romance adventure set in the same world as Their Majesties' Pleasure.

Plunge into a world where magic calls the passion in your soul.

Choose your kindred: a powerful dragon, a shapeshifting griffin, or a blue-lightning phoenix.

As you train to become a warrior-mage, do you romance or befriend a sexy tattoo artist, a feisty initiate, a playful sage, or a maverick with an unfulfilled quest?

Ink and Intrigue is an interactive high-heat fantasy novel by Leia Talon, where your choices control the story. It's entirely text-based—300,000 words and hundreds of choices, without graphics or sound effects—and fueled by the vast, unstoppable power of your imagination.

As a seasoned spy from the kingdom of Minare, you have been sent as an emissary to the Kitherin warrior-mages of Ra'zai, whose tattoos give them supernatural abilities and whose magical rites bond them to powerful creatures from another world.

But, as soon as you enter Ra'zai, you hear the call of the Kitherin. The magic has chosen you, and now, your fingertips tingle and your heart pounds. An unnamed need grows within, like a thirst that can't be quenched. Magic infuses your very breath.

As your magic expands, so does your heart. Which of your new Kitherin companions calls to you?

TEO: Are you attracted to Teo, the soft-spoken tattoo artist whose muscular body is covered in tattoos and whose eyes blaze with amber fire? When he paints dragon runes onto your skin, do you feel the power of his heart as well as his magic?

KAI: Or to Kai, whose dark hair contrasts with brilliant blue eyes: his mastery as a warrior is unmatched, but his quest to overturn a corrupt regime has earned him the opposition of the Kitherin Council.

RAE: Perhaps you prefer Rae, a feisty fellow initiate, with her dark skin and wicked smile. Rae's determination is legendary—she has failed the trials before, but never stops trying—and her boisterous spirit is unbreakable.

THEA: Or maybe Thea is the one for you, with her sea-green eyes and copper hair. Elegant and serene, dedicated guardian of the temple—but if you earn her trust, she will show you her playful side, and sing the songs of her Fae ancestors.

What does the call of the Kitherin mean for your duty to the crown? Will you confess the clandestine role you've played for your king, or keep your secrets and leave your past behind? What information will you send back? Will you use your position to build alliances with the Kitherin Council and other nations, or will you use your spy skills of blackmail and poison to get what you want?

Play as male, female, or nonbinary; gay, straight, bi, and/or asexual.

Romance a passionate artist, a serene sage, a feisty initiate, or a determined warrior.

Choose high-heat or sweet options, or avoid sex scenes entirely.

Form a psychic bond with a magical creature: choose a dragon, a griffin, or a phoenix.

Learn how to craft dragon-rune tattoos, and infuse your art with powerful magic.

Explore a lush island paradise crowned with ancient temples, peaceful healing gardens, a hidden library, and sun-swept beaches with the perfect waves for surfing.

Indulge in magic elixirs and delectable food as you revel under the full moon.

Dive through portals to strengthen your ties with your bonded creature, and explore other worlds!

When magic calls, where will your heart find its home?

Play the demo of Ink and Intrigue and try the first three chapters free to see if the adventure sucks you in!

Big shout out to everyone who has given feedback on the WIP demo and during beta testing. Thank you so much for your suggestions and for sharing in the excitement for this game!

I can't believe Ink and Intrigue is 300k words! It's actually upwards of 375k words including repeated text (much of which still has to be edited for different situations). I meant to write it much shorter, but I accidentally wrote a whole extra chapter during beta testing and added to all the paths.

There are so many gems to uncover in this game!

If you have any asks, hit me up! I'll do my best to answer. Just please be patient as sometimes I forget to check socials for days at a time. 🤣 After working for a year straight on this game I'm taking a breather. I'll rest, you play. Let me know what you think!

Play the first three chapters for free!

Ink and Intrigue is published by Heart's Choice, the romance division of Choice of Games. Game art by Adrien Valdes.

[tsukinoiri]

"really? you want to match?" he blinks before smiling, returning the squeeze. "okay. let's look some up to get an idea for what you want to do, but i have to warn you....some couples costumes are horrible." he made a face as he recalled some more...cringe worthy costumes. ( a wall outlet & plug...really? ) shaking his head, kai tugs dan heng back to their room, valiantly trying not to seem so excited.

there were a lot of options, and they were ones dan heng didn't want kai to have to repeat. still, they were a good basis for picking a costume. he knew some of them from books, though the others. . . not so much. he looks at kai, giving his hand a gentle squeeze as they swing back and forth. "can. . . we look some up?" his lips part and then close, surprise clear on his face. "there are. . . matching ones? i— i would like to match with you."

[secretress]

❝𝐏𝐀𝐂: 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐮𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞; 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞.❞

A message from your inner child

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This is a tarot card reading. I recommend letting your inner child, that kid's voice of yours, to pick the pile(s) for you.

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Pile I

Knight of cups

Dear myself,

Sometimes, I wonder why you allow other people to step on us. I know you have this dream to be the best and to have all the riches in the world. But how can you have those riches if you are a doormat? Do you remember when you told me once that we would travel the world and find all that we could see? Sometimes we would act like pirates so we could find those riches. But we never did it. Instead, we allowed others to step on us and steal our gold. Do you think it’s still worth it for that to happen? I don't want to keep doing this and seeing you hurt each time. I do not deserve it, and you are aware of this, so why keep doing it to yourself? Can we just stop it already and find what we are looking for? Let's make a map again and find our treasure. The treasure you have to find is through healing this time. It’s going to be a long journey, but I think it’s worth the hunt! Maybe you will get lost and feel scared at times, but that’s what a journey is all about, right? To defeat the sea creatures and the stormy nights, to find the gold and the ladies, or maybe a fun time this time.. (I hear your inner child laughing at this stereotypical joke), and to find the best souvenirs and companionship like a parrot! Or maybe this time we have some really good friends that value us.. Because I'm genuinely tired now. So please, if you cannot do it for yourself, please do it for me and let go of these people. Let's find our people for once, because I'm tired. 

Thank you, myself!!!

Seeeeeee you soon! (And I see them smiling so brightly that the sun would be jealous).

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Pile II

Reversed nine of wands, and ten of wands

Hi hi hiiiiii,

How are you today? I hope you’re okay.. But I know you’re sad today. Mommy hurt us again, right? Or maybe it was daddy, I am not sure anymore; they’re always hurting us either way, so maybe it doesn't matter. Sometimes we think we don't have any power in this world, but we do. I am so tired of life sometimes, but those are your thoughts, aren’t they? I am not tired of life because I have you in my life. Actually, I am blessed to have someone so strong by my side. It makes me so happy to know that despite the hardship we face, we keep going because we believe there will always be a light at the end of the tunnel. But guess what! There is, and I know that everything seems rocky right now. Because I am with you, right around the corner.. Pssst, I am in your heart, protecting you as much as I can. But sometimes it’s hard to keep carrying the boulder over my shoulder, so maybe instead you could protect me? For once, start to protect yourself when others hurt us. We can’t always allow others to hurt us; we have to defend ourselves. And while it may be difficult, if we truly believe in ourselves (channeling a determined face with your inner child), we will be able to beat them! (I see your inner child roaring and acting like they’re going into a war riding a horse, and they’re a commander in a kid's body). But seriously.. we could do it if we wanted to. So dear me.. Keep going forward, keep striving forward, so when we get to that light, we get to see the people who hurt us, crawl, and beg to allow them into our world. But do not let them in because this is our reward for fighting so hard, and I do not want them there, kay? 

We have to be our own warriors, or else we will get stepped over, and I really, really, reallllllyyyyyyy can’t have that, and you know that I can't. We are deserving of the best in the whole wide west, or is it east? Actually, wait, forget that. Let’s just take all the sides like the avatar and defeat them all, because I really want to see you when you make it to the light with a smile on your face!

Bye!

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Pile III

Reversed ten of pentacles, seven of swords, and reversed ace of wands.

I heard a big sigh from them.

Hello. So we meet again, huh? How many fucking pick a card piles are you going to pick only to ignore those messages because it’s not what you want? Why do you have a stick up your ass? You keep making the same mistakes, and I am so tired of it! (I hear them yelling loudly). Each time there is a problem coming to us, you run away, not because you’re scared but because you don't want to deal with the consequences. You can’t keep being a dick to someone and expect them not to retaliate. You know people nowadays aren’t stupid, so we can’t keep manipulating someone; people will find out the truth eventually. So stop being a dumbass and heal your trauma. And you can say, ‘’hey! Why are you being so mean to me, or she’s being harsh.’’ But at the end of the day, we aren’t a cookie either. We aren’t good people, you know. I don't like your behavior one bit. If you keep acting like a player, we will become fucking bankrupt, and no (more yelling and it’s getting louder), not with money, dumbwit! With people, for god’s sake, with people! I keep telling you not to make a bad choice because it’s gonna fuck you up, but do you listen? NO. START LISTENING TO ME. I AM TRYING TO HELP YOU!

(more sighing, and I hear them screaming to release their anger). 

Look, I'm really trying with you. I am not sure how to get it through your thick skull, but you need to stop acting and playing with other people's emotions. You have to LET GO and be kind to other people with sincerity. Yeah, I know we are fucked in the head; I get it. After all, I am you, but we haven't gained anything from this. Our life has been the same. It’s like reliving the same life, and I'm so sick of it. Let’s just move forward for once and deal with the consequences. You have the green light now, so here is your sign. You like melons, right? Get something with melon flavor, eat it, and tell yourself, "Fuck it, I am going to be myself, and that is all." Don't look back and just fucking do it already. Let me see OURSELVES happy for once.

Thanks,

Your inner child. (They are giving you a cheeky grin and a thumbs up).

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Pile IV

Queen of wands, the magician, (reversed) nine of swords, and the world.

When I look at the stars, I get very excited. I get to see all the little stars out in our world; maybe everyone sees them too.. Or they're too busy with their electronics.. I'm not sure.. But when I look at them, I become really excited, and I feel like the world isn't out to get me anymore. Sometimes.. all the time.. all the time. You're always on your phone, and you won't do anything for us or for me. You won't go hiking or camping like you used to. You won't read, you won't write, and you won't play fun games to reconnect with me anymore. You're always lost on your phone scrolling through Twitter, Instagram, or Facebook; I'm getting really tired of it. Please stop being so absorbed in the electronic world and become engrossed with me. I miss you, I miss you, and I miss when we did fun things for ourselves and truly valued ourselves. I can't deal with you hurting me and not using your passions to find happiness in this dreadful world. It makes me sad that I am not your top priority anymore.. Why do you pick that phone over me? Why do you focus on other people instead of me? Why don't you—why can’t you just be (your pronoun) again? Please, please, please—all the pleases in the world. I will even wish on a shooting star!

Just be back in the present moment, and please, please.. Just be with me instead. Okay? I need you to focus on us again, and I need you to see the world again and explore. I can't have you hurt me again doing the things YOU don't even like; it's not worth it. Let's go have fun and explore all we can in the world before our time is up. Do you really want to be on your deathbed regretting the hardships and not transforming them into good opportunities for growth and change in our lives? Or would you rather be genuinely okay with doing absolutely nothing, using that phone, and lazing around in bed? Because right now, it sounds okay to you.. But when we get older, we are going to regret it, and I don't want you to do it anymore, okay? I really, really need you to stop. 

Thanks,

Your (name)’s inner child

(Your pile is very rocky. I struggled to channel your energy and kept questioning my deck. And I was struggling to be myself throughout writing your pile. Which means you doubt yourself way too much and put on masks from left to right. Of course, I cannot tell you to stop since it takes time to heal from that, but from my experiences, I have learned some things. People don’t like you based on how fun you are; they like you for your presence. Your presence is lost atm, instead of going further in that direction, learn from your past and what you have to heal with. Right now, you need to heal by loving your authentic self and removing doubts from your mind. Remember, everyone is completely different from one another, and choosing yourself is ideal rather than allowing yourself to be lost as you keep wearing different masks. It’s completely okay to be anxious during social situations, but try to remind yourself that being yourself is okay. Making mistakes is part of growth, and rejection is redirection. When you get rejected, that situation or person isn’t meant to be in your life, and a beautiful opportunity will come along. It has to because it wouldn't make sense if it didn’t).

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Pile V

(Reversed) eight of pentacles, ten of pentacles, and (reversed) ten of wands.

Right off the bat, all I hear is, ‘’why do you ignore me so much for those who fuck with us like a chew toy?”

Hi, hello, hellooo?? Is anyone there? Oh, for fuck sake, as expected, because you always ignore me and don't hear me out. You think other people who treat us fucking badly are good for us, but they aren’t. They aren't worth our time, and yet you keep letting them run you over like you are nothing. Do you honestly think that’s okay? It shouldn't be allowed, because I am not having it. And you shouldn't either. (a lot of sassy and angry energy right now). I have seen you go from the sweetest angel in the entire fucking world to a complete jackass in seconds (exaggeration), because of what exactly? Peer pressure and influence. When did we come to the point and be like, ‘’yeah, this is a good idea? I should FOLLOW ALONG OTHER FUCKING PEOPLE AND NOT OUR OWN? Who said that was a good idea? No one. ’’Fucking hell, you're probably ignoring this, leaving not to see this because it’s too harsh for your ego, or getting mad. Stop that, and just accept the truth. I need you, yeah, you. I need you to listen to me for once and go back to being the real you instead of wearing all of these masks because of peer pressure. I know it’s hard; believe me, I know I am you AFTER ALL, but can't you just imagine I am there with you? And you and I are playing ball; we are playing something that we used to like—can you just imagine that?—and you are taking care of yourself and me because, after all, I am you. Just imagine WHAT IT WOULD BE LIKE FOR YOU TO—HEY LISTEN. Thank you. As I was saying, can you just imagine leaving those people who don't serve you well and focusing on us? I know being alone is scary; I get that, but for our growth to heal, we need to let go of those bastards, because how can you heal with toxicity in your face 24/7? And don't fucking smoke and ruin your body. Stop the drugs; it’s not worth it. Yeah, stop thinking about cigarettes like it's a cool aesthetic; you want to fuck your body for that pressure and regret it with tears in your eyes later in life—a fucked and damaged body because of peer pressure? I am not fucking having it. Screw those people that hurt you, screw everything that is fucking with you, and for once, listen to me through this message and heal me so you can feel SAFE ONCE MORE.

(There was a lot of sassy, unappreciated, frustrated, and angry energy. A lot of you are ignoring how you feel and pushing them aside with an alcoholic beverage or in an empty bottle (visualization). A lot of you seem to have forgotten who you once were due to pressure from those around you. Since letting go and cutting ties with those who keep us company can be challenging, I recommend that you learn to enjoy your own presence and figure out what your boundaries and morals are as your own person. Not other people. And, also, learn to appreciate what makes you who you are. So, it's okay to have flaws, but it's important to take accountability for those flaws. For example, y manipulated their friend because they wanted something. Now, it is y's responsibility to apologize to their friend and accept what they did. And then used that past experience for their future when it comes to wanting something without being irrational. And y should also accept what they did and understand who they want to be while forgiving themselves in the process instead of hurting themselves. Because I believe we should heal ourselves and apologize to ourselves for the wrongdoing we do, even if we cannot earn someone's forgiveness. Having peace and respect for ourselves, even for the mistakes we made, is okay, because how can you heal if you keep sabotaging yourself for hurting or causing a mistake? There would be no healing from that). 

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Pile VI

Seven of wands and (reversed) two of pentacles. 

My love!! Hi!!! How are you today?! I hope you are okay. I’m struggling right now, though! :(.

Right now, we are lost in who we are. We went through so much pain and stress, and our justice isn’t coming to us, and we are becoming obsessed with the thought, ‘’when is it coming?’’ and I know the obsession is the only thing keeping you safe, but I need you to realize you’re stressing us out. It’s affecting us, not them. Life is a test, but life is there to help and guide us. We need to be patient for our justice to come, and I know it’s hard, I know. But we need to take care of ourselves for the time being. Can we listen to our comfort songs again? I’m really missing her voice right now. Can we talk to our loved ones again like old times? I don't want to keep pushing them away because I’m hurting. We don't deserve to hurt our friends who care for us; we will regret it. It’s not worth hurting those who care for us. I think it’s important that we prioritize ourselves for the time being, as life gives us the justice we deserve and for the people that hurt us.. Well, I’m sure life will be on our side this time.

And if things become harder, then talk to me through a mediation video. I want to be there to support and love you. I know I’m the kid version of you, and sometimes you think children aren’t intelligent (because of the feminine figure in our lives and their fucked up views), but I promise you, I am very intelligent to help you! I know the struggle you are facing, and you aren’t alone because I am here with you. Right by your side, till death do us part, and you can think of me as your companionship, but can I be a small pig? I love pigs a lot! You can imagine carrying a small pig or a stuffed animal version of the pig—of me! This sounds so exciting (giggles). Off topic now; I have to go back to the topic! (The energy is scattered, so you may be overthinking a lot). I want you to even do ‘’higher self meditation’ and speak with them. They know more than us, and they will be there to guide us—after all, it’s our future selves, right? So why would they harm us? It makes no sense. And please stop overthinking everything; nothing bad can happen to us because we deserve the best! I hope one day you can see that too, and when we get our justice, because we will, I hope that we can finally smile like old times when we ate at the beach with daddy.. I hope we can do that again, but at his grave.. this time. 

(I see them smiling softly and hugging an imaginary version of you. Then they wave goodbye to you and disappear, but a beautiful yellow light surrounds the atmosphere, giving me sunshine and happy vibes).

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[tsukinoiri]

&. @maudlxne liked ★ for a thing

"i already told you. my name is akai'ven, prince of vasuria & new altea. you KNOW me, aunt acxa."

[enavstars]

Soldier, Poet, King

The Soldier that wants to be a King

"You are tired of fighting. You try to forget that and keep going. You dream of quiet. Your love is where you heal. God knows you deserve to."

The Poet that wants to be a Soldier

"You convince yourself that pain is art because at least then you will always have something to create. You are tired of stumbling through life. You dream of a ground you can stand on. One day, you will dance. Your love is where you feel - without fear."

The King that wants to be a Poet

"You are tired of being steady. You dream of feeling alive. Not that you aren't, but, sometimes, it's hard to remember that there is a heart between your ribs. Your love is where you breathe. Come on, breathe. In. Out. It starts now"

Explanations:

Kai is someone who's been fighting his whole life, either to survive, protect or prove himself. He wanted to be the green ninja, to be a king, to have a reason for all the fighting.

Lloyd never chose to be the green ninja and carry the world on his shoulders, but now he just wants to be free from that responsability.

Nya may not seem a poet, but she's the only one that didn't had a role in destiny in the firsts seasons. She's an independent person who's always done what she wanted and gets angry when told what to do. She went from samurai x to ninja to the sea to samurai x again to ninja again. Nya is an always changing free spirit that just wants to fight along her brothers.

(I actually had the idea of the siblings as soldier poet king for a while but never did it, the tik tok trend gave me the inspiration, but since I'm always late for those, I'll post this here.

I promise I'm going to post my AUs but I'm waiting for my friend who's helping me write them because english is not my first language)

[tsukinoiri]

oh.

kai blinks, pulling his eyes away from his book toward the trailblazer, opening his mouth to ask if she actually needed anything, when he hears the soft snore. he blinks again, mildly surprised, before setting the book aside & moving to he could wrap his arms around her, carefully picking her up.

he knew that she tended to always run around, shoving her nose in places she didn't even need to, but to be this tired?

idly, he wonders if the others knew this & could only be as exasperated as he felt.

"come on, you raccoon. let's get you to bed."

─「エデン」─  quietly comes up behind them, plops her head atop of theirs, and snoozes away. did the space raccoon just fell asleep half-standing ? yes.

[iriyaices]

Hey I have a question, I don't know much about Phoenixs so could you explain Phoenix Kai's phoenix instincts??? :D (Also how strong is he? Strong enough to gouge out someone's eye or tear them limb from limb???)

Of course! I want to talk about fire element dragon as well soooo

Starting with original Phoenix fire element Dragon I have an idea that there are many types of dragons such as the type of bird like a phoenix Or a type of sea creature like Wojira and because there weren't many dragons in Ninjago, Therefore, people call them Phoenix because look more like birds than dragons

Their ability is to control all fire all temperatures are about that. Its tears also have the ability to heal everything. Its singing voice can encourage and inspire courage in listeners. Their power level is equal to or greater than Wojira, and their other ability is resurrection. They can die. They turn to dust and after a few minutes they will regain life from the dust only be babies. Almost all of its power will not be restored and it took a few years for them to fully grow again

and of course they can disguise themselves

and Kai !!

Even after he transformed into a full Phoenix, he still couldn't use the full power of the original Phoenix. Initially, he was able to create fire and control it slightly higher than that of an elemental master. His tears were able to heal external wounds and cure poison to a certain extent but after living with FSM, he rarely cried anymore, so it took him a while to realize that. about singing … He wasn't a fan of singing anyway but he still sang a lullaby to Wu and Garmadon befor sleep.

His resurrection power is slightly different from the original. He still rose from the ashes within a few minutes as usual. Instead, his body would turn into a little bird. He is rather weak in this body but can still use his fire power and if he dies in this body, he will rise again

He will be stuck in this body for about 3-4 days before returning to his original form again but it would take several days before he could use his previous level of power again

After a few years, he was able to control change shape [disguise as human or control the claw Hidden wings, etc.] Then, after several years, he was able to use his [kinda] true body

He will be smaller than the original but will have more fur, muscle, and red color

His power will increase with time In a few hundred years, his power would be equal to the original and will gradually increase without end [maybe]

[hypnagogics]

going to the library with girlfriend ellie.

☆: another random, self indulgent af blurb. i love libraries, and ellie, and drabbles, and writing fluffy things for y'all. this one's definitely not my best work, but i really wanted to put a little something out anyway. there's something so healing about writing fluff.

trek, trek, you hear behind you, as you race through the endless sea of tall shelves, the musty scent of old paper filling your nose. like a machine you scan the aisles, picking up book after book excitedly. you open it, read and decide, yes, this one too! the peace of libraries has always brought you comfort, and hallucinating whilst staring at a dead tree reading has always been your favorite activity. but you’ve run out of things to read which warranted yet another trip to the greatest place on earth. unfortunately for her, you've tasked ellie to be the carrier of all the novels.

"baaaaabe, do you really need this many??" she whines and pouts, as she trails behind you and struggles to keep up.

you turn back to look at her, almost stumbling with a huge stack in her arms which is almost taller than her, it's honestly unbelievable how she hasn't toppled over yet. she frowns at you, earning a chuckle on your part. she's so cute.

"just a little more! you agreed to come with me, els, you knew what you were signing up for. and yes i do need that many, books are my life. books and you, of course."

"but my arms are gonna fall off..." she steadies herself and huffs. "fine, but let's sit down in a few minutes, 'kay?"

grinning widely and and nodding, you take a few of the books from the top to ease the weight, then you skip off happily once more to peruse the shelves, searching for something to grasp your attention, and vaguely convinced you heard ellie tsk-ing behind you. after a bit she goes to sit down on the armchairs in a little corner with a cozy lamp, slumps into the cushions with a grunt, and is relieved she can finally set down the stack she was carrying. you're too absorbed in walking around to notice, but ellie is watching you with a smile from her seat, wondering how in the world she got lucky to have such a curious minded, smart, and loving girlfriend. you meant the world to her. as you scampered around, collecting more and more books, you catch her eye and wave, and her heart just about jumps out of her chest then and there.

when returning to your tired girlfriend, she's keeping herself occupied by checking out the synopses on all the books, with genuine interest.

"i'm back!" you say in a cheery tone, cheeks warming as you add, "may have gone a bit overboard this time, sorry for making you carry it all."

"hey! no, no, i love doing this with you. honest." she smiles warmly back at you, taking half the stack you're carrying in her arms, dividing the entire haul between the two of you. the two of you begin to walk to the desk to check out, until her emerald eyes light up and she remembers, "do they carry comics here?"

"uh, i think so.."

"BE RIGHT BACK-"

she suddenly dashes off with no warning, leaving you with the sighing librarian as she has to take a look to see what they've got.

this little outing turned out better than you had expected. next stop, a hole in the wall cafe for some lunch.

☆: not sure how i feel about this one honestly, but wanted to write a little something. hope y'all still like it! oh also, does the tiny text bother y'all? lemme know and i'll use the regular one, this one's aesthetically pleasing to me, but could be annoying. ellie n her comics own my heart.

[lilacxquartz]

PRETTY LITTLE TRINKET

harpy shoko ieiri x f!reader

plot: while lost at sea, you find yourself saved by a monster yet unable to leave.

summary: as you recover, you find yourself bonding with a monster but her friends are cautious of your existence — a/n: this is yandere, so it will still feel unsettling at times.

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Chapter 2: Danger?

You stared at the bird-like, human-like hybrid that nestled before you with both caution and awe, battling between falling asleep and staying awake at the same time in a conflicting moment. Internally, your instincts begged for you to get away but your heart told you otherwise—claiming that this creature only wanted to help—to give in, to not fear the unknown.

As she woke up next to you, her attitude seemed almost… indifferent towards you, as if dissecting who you were, analysing your very being. It was ever so slightly unsettling, if you were honest but you tried hard to not let it bother you considering the bizarre circumstances otherwise.

Your eyes drifted around her form, taking in the coppery brown feathers that adorned her body with a sleek amber sheen; looking straight ahead into her deep, black eyes that you could have sworn absorbed all hope into exhausted nothingness and yet… there was a flicker of something just beyond what she let on.

Was it hope?

You couldn’t quite yet tell.

Slowly but surely over the last day or so, you worked with her to attempt to communicate that you couldn’t live the same way she could, only for her to share a common tongue with you. It was frustrating, but you had to wonder why she withheld such crucial information from you. There was otherwise the chattering from before, something akin to bird-like warbling and then there was an understanding, albeit with an outdated grasp of what you otherwise knew.

“Fire,” you repeated in an attempt to get her to understand, her initial response to the word was met with flinched retaliation, but as you continued to preach the requirement over and over, she warmed up to it. “I need… fire for warmth, to cook so that I can eat,” and just by looking at your leg, not knowing exactly what was going on beneath the bindings, you likely needed to cauterise the wound lest it got infected, too. You needed fire to do such a thing.

Tilting her head to the side, she then without warning leaned into your personal space with an intrigued sort of intensity. Her breath was warm against the cold air, generating a puff of steam as she spoke, “Fire… can’t happen,” she replied with a soft tone, tracing a path down your jaw with the back of her clawed finger, “you can get better with me.”

“But, but…” you piped up to argue, feeling ever stubborn, “I… humans,” you tried, pointing at yourself to convey understanding, “I need to cook my food and… and… I need warmth, I need to treat my wounds… I…”

Her eyes could only narrow as you listed off your demands for survival, seeming not quite annoyed but once again, perhaps a little apprehensive towards the admission of flames. She tried to help though, addressing one issue at a time, “Your wound?” she referenced first, lowering her hand and drumming a finger along the seaweed that wrapped around it. “It’s healing,” she stated as she unwound the makeshift gauze, revealing that it was looking quite better, almost impossibly so at the rate that had transpired, “it might feel… strange, because of the magic properties, so it tingles.”

You blinked, your brows knitting in slight confusion. “Magic…?” Were you dreaming, after all? Because otherwise, where exactly have you ended up where magic wasn’t just some make-believe concept found in stories?

She seemed to laugh a little at your surprise but nodded either way, her voice sounding assuring, “I can heal. It is my… ability. So you are safe with me.”

“O…kay,” you slowly replied, trying to accept the bizarre turn of events, the entire situation was already unreal, so you tried for now to accept the situation as it was laid out in front of you. “You’ll keep me healthy, right? But.. I still need warmth and the food issue…”

As you trailed off, she addressed the other point, aligning her body so that her form almost cuddled around you, enveloping you within her feathered form, her wings acting like plush blankets. You found yourself settling your back against her chest, finding that she provided a wealth of heat radiating from her being, surging an almost near-searing hotness that immediately stifled any goosebumps, that silenced any shivering.

“Oh…” you warily trailed off, “this… this is nice,” you admitted, settling into her body. In truth, you were still all sorts of terrified despite the comfort otherwise offered to you. You tended to run your mouth when you were nervous, never quite shutting up about what was happening around you, should an event be something you couldn’t understand nor feel safe in. It was a bad habit really, but you supposed that she didn’t see it as such, so this was already a pleasant change from what it was like back at home, where your inquisitive nature was often rather punished instead.

And instead of any conflicting response as you had so feared, this feathered creature didn’t once instruct nor snap at you to be quiet, nor even vaguely suggest it. Instead, she pulled you in tighter, allowing you to feel the full extent of the warmth she was capable of giving you. Although you couldn’t help but feel that there was something darker lurking beyond what she offered—at least when you caught fleeting glimpses of those eyes you couldn’t quite tear away from—no, there was something troubled deep down beyond what she let on, something… dangerous.

You tried your best to decipher the true meaning of what went on beyond that intensive stare but you couldn’t quite catch it. Instead, you just remained huddled tight against her, feeling as her fingers crept towards the seaweed, stroking delicate paths around the bindings until you felt something sharp. Her finger pushed a little too hard in, perhaps on accident, breaking through your tender skin. In response, you seethed out a whining gasp, jolting back in pained retaliation, at last snapping her out of the trance she seemed to be lost within.

“My apologies,” she replied in an almost blank tone before realising the extent of her damage, “I did not mean to…”

You furrowed your brows as you searched for a response, but before you could properly reply, she quickly parted away from you, covering you up in what made up her nest. Twigs, stray feathers, tufts of fur, and dried seaweed weaved over your body, planting her palms flat against your chest as a soft glow emitted from her own channeled healing energy. Slowly, you were lulled into what felt like a tired pull, something that anchored you toward an exhaustive state.

“Sleep,” she whispered, her voice like warm honey dripping smooth against your weary ears, “you will feel better again, and… I’ll be here when you wake up.”

Unable to fight the pull any longer, your eyes fluttered shut, feeling both in danger and yet comforted beyond your wildest comprehension at the same time.

~~~

Shoko ensured that you were secure and concealed within her nest, perfectly camouflaged and warm before she took a step back. She raised her fingernail that she scratched you with to her face, locking onto the remnants of your blood, feeling a surge of guilt sweep through her body.

You were just a human so why did she prolong your visit?

Sighing, she lept up and fluttered her wings with heavy fluttering beats, cruising herself back to the home island that wasn’t too far from the cliff she resided on. Surely, there must have been something edible that grew within the lush greenery that made up the land. Fire wasn’t an option, so perhaps something else would have to work for now. She tried to remember what humans liked, what they seemed to eat in contrast to her raw diet, understanding that you couldn’t eat the same way that she did, as frustrating as it was.

Slowly, she collected what looked to be suitable vegetation, but then she heard the landing whooshing flutter of the only two other beings that occupied the isles, scrambling slightly to hide the foraged contents under a cluster of fern nearby, pushing it back with her feet.

The first one landed first; a silvery bird-like man just like her with a sapphire sheen that reflected through his otherwise frosted feathers, regarding her with those stark crystal blue eyes that she had always found just a little bit unsettling. The other one followed suit, landing with a little less grace than his friend; the rolling gusts of wind generated from such heavy waves that the contents were revealed either way. She watched as he landed to a halt, pushing himself up from his knee to reveal his deep raven form with brooding amethyst eyes that stared right back at her.

“What are you up to?” the contrasting man spoke first in her own language; a complex string of cooing and chirping and whistling alike, his intense blue eyes catching wind of the fruits that gathered near where she stood. “What’s that?” he corrected his question, his voice adopting a playful edge as his curiosity got the better of him.

“It’s…” Shoko began, wondering where to even start.

Before she could continue though, he plucked a fruit from the ground, taking a bite and allowing for his expression to sour at the taste the second he processed it. “Ah,” he coughed, spitting out the contents onto the ground, “you wouldn’t like these, Sho.”

“It’s… not for me, Satoru,” she admitted with an unsure sigh, feeling apprehensive about revealing her findings—about revealing the concept of you.

“Then who is it for?” the darker-feathered man asked, his voice slightly more calculated, maybe even accusing as though sceptical about the company she kept.

“Do you have a new friend, Sho?” Satoru exclaimed with a thrilling buzz in his tone, almost naively so.

“You know we’re the only ones,” the other one replied, silencing his friend’s excitement before turning his sights back to her, “don’t tell me that they’re a…”

“Don’t question it too much Suguru,” Shoko replied, keeping her tone measured. “What I do in my own space isn’t for you to worry about.”

He scoffed a little, eying up the fruits and back to the direction she resided in. “Those pesky things had a wreck a while ago, that ship that littered itself into the seas. Surely you didn’t…?”

“A human?” Satoru interjected, seeming both curious and cautious at the same time. “But they…”

“Destroy,” Suguru completed his sentence for him, “they destroy, Satoru,” he then turned his sights back to Shoko, watching as she contemplated her next actions, his tone coming off as a little accusatory, but in his mind, rightfully so. “You know what those… things are capable of, right Shoko? Do you remember what they did to our home? I just can’t bring myself to understand… why you are looking after one… of… those?”

“I don’t know,” she murmured, “I just feel like there’s something different about this one.”

“Well,” Suguru sighed, “I’ll trust you to be careful,” he said as he gathered the fruits from the ground and gave them back to her one by one, “as long as you promise to return them at some point. You and I both know that they can’t stay here forever. They don’t belong here, after all.”

With that note, he lifted himself off the ground and flew away while Satoru lingered around for a moment longer, his playful demeanour fading away into something more sentimental, something more serious. “You have the best judgment out of all of us, you know? Whatever your decision is, even if Suguru doesn’t like it, will be the correct one, right?”

“Right,” she nodded, watching as he flew away too, leaving her with conflicted emotions as the weight of their words continued to linger in the air, inviting an almost suppressing aura of doubt. However, she too, soon returned to where she was prior, reuniting with you.

She emptied her findings in front of you, letting the contents spill over your lap as you slowly sat up, rubbing the sleep away from your eyes. Shoko stifled a snort as she watched you find something you were familiar with, digging into it with deep-rooted hunger, finding that she quite enjoyed your reactions.

Humans were something of an anomaly to her, maybe even to Satoru. She understood why Suguru was cautious, especially after the incident, but there was something different about you. She was sure of it.

Maybe it was the odd mannerisms or the way you spoke and seemed to fret over every little thing, how you annoyedly plucked out branches and twigs that poked through your clothes, how… perfectly content you were to cosy up to her when she got closer to you.

She watched on with curious intensity as you wiped your mouth, ready to speak.

“Can you… take me somewhere… more familiar?” you asked, trying to find the right words. “When I get better? I can figure my own way back… probably.”

The question however caught her off guard, remembering Suguru’s words about needing to return you. But that much was only when you were better, right? That could be reasonable enough of a condition. Her eyes flicked over to the crusted maroon that clung to the edge of her clawed fingers, adopting a deep, dark idea.

Loneliness had invited selfishness to manifest and now you were here. Ah, what a troubling thought, but… if it meant spending time with you for longer, then…

“Yes,” she replied with a sickly sweet tone, feigning a promise, “when you are ‘better’, then I can help you reconnect.”

Knowing that deep down, she wasn’t about to let you go back.

Not if she could help it.

this is part 3 of lilac’s bite sized yandere nightmares

[tsukinoiri]

"multiple ovens & multitasking." he puts down the last tray: an assortment of mini cupcakes, sweet rolls, & pastries scattered around. "please don't feel like you have to try everything. i wouldn't want you to feel ill later because of too much sugar." then again, many people have told him it was worth it even if they ate too much but still.

❝ OOH. HOW DO YOU MAKE ALL THIS in such a short time? ❞ she's already reaching for the nearest thing. could probably be more polite about it, but the promise of sugar's gotten its claws in her.

[mooni]

based on one idea i had, wrote this a little while ago and finally decided to post here

At some point, Jay stopped.

Stopped caring. Stopped trying. Just.. stopped.

Talking was all but torture, so he didn't talk. Eating felt pointless, so he didn't eat. Going outside became a chore, so he didn't bother.

Instead, he just existed. Look ahead with empty eyes, eat the food the others left right outside the door for him, throw that up, sleep, repeat. He didn't want to die, not really, but he didn't have the energy to live.

After doing nothing but stare at bedroom walls and old pictures for days, Cole and the others had staged some stupid intervention. Told him that they missed her too, that they understood, but that what he was doing wasn't healthy.

Something like that, anyways. It happened only a few minutes ago. He couldn't remember the details. (He didn't want to.) All he knew was that a mountain of words later, he'd found himself sitting outside.

He looked up at the sky. Today was a sunny day, blue untainted by a single cloud, temperature warm but not hot, gentle winds blowing every so often.

How strange it was, that the world could be so perfect and yet so very destroyed.

Everything about his own was ruined. Ever since.. the incident, it felt like all eyes were on him, and First Spinjitzu Master were the stares terrible. Pitiful things, words whispered behind closed doors and told right to his face, blank apologies that didn't mean anything to their owner or their recipient. The empty, yawning pit that could never truly be filled, signed away to deep brown eyes and childhood dreams years ago. Those stupid voices that stirred, pulling him down, down, so far down. That feeling, that godawful, terrible, freeing feeling when he didn't resist.

But the worst part? Nya was still out there. They'd held a funeral for her, but she wasn't dead. Gone, but not dead. Not dead, but not truly alive.

His yang had left him. (The wind got just a little more aggressive.)

Everyone left him. (Gray began to blanket the sky.)

Why did everyone leave? (The blue wasn't visible anymore.)

Jay clenched his fists, seething in silent rage. And they all said that they knew, that they understood. Kai was the only one who came anywhere close, and even then he didn't really get it. They dared to insinuate they felt what he did, dared to look him in the eyes and tell him they missed her just as much, dared to even suggest that he'd heal. He didn't need healing, he didn't need fixing, he needed gentle kisses and annoyed smiles and nighttime comforts where she'd wake up when he woke up and yeah dreams were terrible but the only dream he needed was right in front of him.

A yin to a yang, the eye of a hurricane, a love everlasting. Jay needed Nya, Nya needed Jay, and that truth would live long after they died.

He still needed her, but she didn't need him anymore.

Then he cried. Sat down on the steps since when had he been walking away and sobbed. Not just for Nya. Selfishly, he also wept for himself.

Because Jay Walker had disappeared into the sea with a thing wearing the face of Nya Smith, and all he'd left behind was a shell calling itself human.

The sky cried with him. First gentle, soft kisses of rain, the tears of heaven falling on his skin and tracing gentle patterns down. Then a little harder, harder, until harsh wind and unforgiving torrent of water was all that surrounded him.

Jay probably could've put a stop to it if he tried. But he had tried before. He'd been trying.

Fate was not kind to those who tried.

So he stopped.

[drunknillawafer]

right down the line: zuko x firebender!reader | part 5

You grew up close to the Royal Family due to your father's position as a General, but you ran away from home after the agni kai against your best friend, Zuko. Now, you've joined the Gaang and plan on doing your part in ending the 100-year war.

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hiiii part 5! sorry for the wait!! omg things got hectic but my schedule has now gotten super free and i had to just write! i can't wait for y'all to see what i have planned for this fic like... also i changed yue and sokka's relationship a bit so i hope you guys like my take on it! these characters are not mine and i do not own them! rmr to like or reblog or comment to let me know if you like it, the feedback helps sooo much! enjoy reading >.< about 1799 words

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I want you to protect my daughter.

The Chief tasks Sokka and I with the most important mission of all: making sure Princess Yue remains safe during the Fire Nation invasion. Our week-long stay at the Northern Water Tribe turned sour and we were all gearing for battle. It’s just like them, the empire, to ruin anything good.

In the beginning, I was amazed by the icy fortress. It was the most snow I’d ever seen in my life. During the day, it was calming to breathe the cold air in and out. Such a harsh contrast from the constant crimson and heat I was used to. It felt like a cleanse. Or maybe that’s just how it feels to be around so many water-benders.

Katara had trouble convincing them that she was worth teaching, as only boys and men can become water-benders. Girls were stuck with the healing. But Master Pakku should’ve known better than to spit this rhetoric in her face.

Sokka and I were baffled, almost laughing, knowing what was to come.

She quickly impressed him and bested every single one of his students. In a week, she progressed beyond any of them and shut Master Pakku right up. As the only water-bender in her home tribe, she had something to prove.

I was enjoying the solitude of the ice and snow in front of me. It was quiet up here. You could pretend the Fire Nation didn’t exist with how endless the sea drifted off.

After coming out to Aang, Sokka, and Katara, I was focused on sharpening my bending skills. I was a little rough around the edges, but I smoothed them out. It took a few days before they let me practice on my own. I wasn't offended by their discretion, it was a given for us.

Fire-bending after so long without it felt like breathing when your lungs were taken away from you as punishment. All things considered, I never fell out of love with my gift. It was an outlet to everything I was feeling and now I can express it completely. There is no me without this.

That glee, though, lasted for only a week before the Fire Nation showed up at the Northern Water Tribe’s doorsteps.

Now, Sokka and I were walking around the icy homes and bridges, looking for Princess Yue.

“Sokka! Y/N!” She calls out for us. I turn towards her voice and spot her. She wasn't hard to miss. Her moon-colored hair is an instant light everywhere she goes. The Princess is a few yards away, closing the space in a hurry. “There’s someone attacking the Oasis!”

“Stay here with Yue,” I tell Sokka. “I’ll go ahead.” The boy in blue nods at my instruction and she points me in the direction she was coming from. I use my bending to propel myself into the air, moving faster than walking or running ever could.

When I reach the door, I instantly see water and fire clashing together, taking the other out. It’s a fire-bender attacking Katara. I remain quiet as I walk closer to them, leveraging the element of surprise.

The enemy gets the better of Katara, knocking her into a wooden pole. She’s unable to get up and continue fighting.

Every step I take reveals the details of the fire-bender. He grabs Aang, not knowing I’m right behind him.

I’m close enough to hear him now. “You rise with the moon; I rise with the sun.”

I can feel the seconds slow down. I didn’t expect to encounter him like this. Even if I hadn't been home in a while, I always believed I'd see him where I've always known him to be. At home.

I raise my fists and ignite fire-blades. The flame mimics my swords. As much as I wanted to hug him, I couldn’t take my eyes off of his grip on Aang’s collar.

I can’t let him take our last hope to end this terror.

“Put him down, Zuko.”

He turns around to the sound of my voice. His shoulders drop when he meets my familiar gaze. “Y/N?” It’s the first time I’ve seen him since the Agni Kai and how he’s healed since then.

The scar is an accessory to his overall demeanor. He’s bulkier on the shoulders, an obvious sign of his time out at sea. The bags under his eyes heavier than before. Something’s changed, and it’s not just the three years of aging.

“Put him down.” I repeat, any sign of a happy reunion absent on my face.

“You know I can’t do that.” He says, igniting a bubble in my throat. I want to cry; I want to jump into his arms. I want to ask him where he’s been, and who he is now. But his grip on Aang doesn’t loosen, and I know he’s not my Zuko anymore. He’s someone else entirely.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You can’t.” I can hear a pinch of sorrow in his voice. It squashes my heart. His words work to distract me for a split second, and he aims a full of flame kick at me, burning the side of my ribs. I was not expecting that blunt of a force to knock me out, but it did. He knows my weak spots like I know his.

I fall on my back and land close to Katara. The weight of the moment and his first blow proving to be too much for me. I’m unable to get up. I’m not sure what’s holding me close to the ground: the fear of facing him again or letting him take Aang to the Fire Nation.

Zuko vanishes with the young Avatar and it’s just me and Katara, laying on the soft grass, defeated. We look at each other, mirroring the same expression, water begging to escape our eyes.

He knew I wouldn’t be expecting such a strong blow from him. He knew I would take it easy. Just like he should know, I’m a better fighter when I’m angry.

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Sokka, Katara, Princess Yue, and I are flying through the skies on Appa trying to look for Aang and Zuko. Where could they have gone?

I’ve been in a silent fury since they found Katara and I in the oasis, sans Aang, and I’m sure Sokka’s noticed by now that I’m in a different state of mind. The wound on my side isn’t getting any easier to manage, and I’m pissed.

I wince from the burn. “Let me help.” Katara offers.

I lay on my back, watching the sky pass Appa by, and let her heal me. She takes this chance to ask a question me. “Y/N, what did Zuko mean by ‘you know I can’t?'” Sokka slightly turns his head, focusing on my answer. “Do you guys know each other?”

I sigh. “Zuko was my best friend.”

“The one from the agni kai?” She asks, remembering my story from Jeong Jeong’s hideout.

“Yes. We grew up together, we were… close.” I take a breath to stop myself from crying. The pain from using my lungs proving to be less hurtful than my reunion with Zuko. I’m not going to spend any more tears on him. I don’t even know him. “Then he left, and I didn’t see him for three years. The Fire Lord banished him… for not fighting back that day.” Sokka faces forward again, clearly bothered by the revelation. “He’s looking for the Avatar, it’s the only way he can come back home.”

As Katara’s gentle hands heal my wounds, Sokka speaks up. “And I thought I couldn’t hate the guy any more than I already do.”

A flashing light dashes across the blue sky and almost inherently, Katara knows who it is. “That’s got to be him!” She points, and Sokka guides Appa in the direction of the shooting star.

From the sky, we find Zuko holding an awakened Aang by his collar and land the air-bison nearby. He drops the twelve year old and gets in his fighting stance. “Here for a rematch?”

I’m the first one to leap, feet landing on the snow. I mirror his position. “You were never much of a match.” I immediately begin an attack on him, making the moon jealous of my power under it. I knock him out of balance, but I’m not the only one with a vendetta.

Katara bends snow to lift him up and pull him down with force, effectively knocking him out of consciousness.

Sokka reaches Aang and cuts him free from the rope. “The spirits are in trouble!” The Avatar warns, “Let’s get back to the oasis.”

Everyone climbs back onto Appa, but before we liftoff, the air-bender speaks up. “We can’t leave him here.”

“Yes, we can. Cmon, let’s go!” Sokka hurries.

“No, we can’t. He’s a person, he’ll die.” Aang looks to me, as if he already knows our history and as much as I dislike it, he’s right. We can’t leave him here. I don’t know who he is anymore and I still wouldn’t let anything like that happen to him.

Aang grabs Zuko, sits him on Appa’s saddle, and hurries off into the sky.

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Zuko’s Uncle, Iroh, is holding the dead moon spirit in his hands. Seeing him here with Katara and Sokka is unnerving. But another reunion is put on the back burner. The world is in shades of grey, thanks to Admiral Zhao. We’re too late.

The old man looks at Yue, taking in the color of her hair. “Maybe you can do something. You have been touched by the spirit.”

“I have,” Yue affirms, “It gave me life. Maybe I can give it back.”

She gets up to touch the cream-colored fish, but Sokka’s hesitant. “No!” He grabs onto her arm. “Your father told me to protect you. I can’t let you do this.”

I stand by his side. “It’s true. He told us to make sure nothing happens to you.”

“It’s my duty.” She says in all her regal manner. She lets go of his hand to place her hands on the moon spirit. Instantly, it starts to glow.

Princess Yue faints into Sokka's arm. In a panic, he gently shakes her if she's awake but she’s gone. After a few seconds, her body mystically disappears, and the single fish begins to glow in Iroh’s hands once again.

He places it back into the Oasis Pond and the fish swims, letting us know it’s alive. Letting us know Yue is alive. Suddenly, the fish turns into a swirl of light and rises out of the water.

The spirit floats in front of us, forming into a beautiful Princess in front of us. Yue looks ethereal, glowing in white. I’m speechless.

She holds my cheek with her left hand and Sokka’s with her right, letting us feel her new embodiment. “Thank you, both, for protecting me.”

Then, she fizzles away, leaving an empty space where she once was.

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“I’m surprised, Prince Zuko, that you are not trying to capture the Avatar. Is it because of your old friend?” Iroh questions. In the Oasis, he noticed Y/N and her change of heart. She had grown since he last saw her, much like Zuko. It ignited a spark of hope inside him that one day his nephew may follow in her footsteps and bring back honor to the Fire Nation.

“I’m tired.” The prince replies. How long had it been since he had a good night’s sleep? He couldn’t remember.

All he could think about was Y/N and how she so masterfully defeated him. It ached his heart, how much he missed her. Their first time seeing each other in 3 years, and he strikes her on the side. Is this who he was now?

He spent the last few years at sea, looking for the Avatar so he could come home to Y/N. So he could restore his honor and make his father proud.

He thought about this moment every day, and he ruined it. What does she think of him now?

A smile crept up on his face.

Yeah, she’s a better fighter when she’s angry.

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