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Raising Kids with them - Overwatch Heroes

Featuring: Cassidy, Mercy, Moira, Roadhog, Junker Queen Warnings: Moira. A/n: this isn't exactly the official setting for each character - but this is fanfiction so we're gonna ignore it lol Navigation Overwatch - MASTERLIST Consider becoming a member! <3

Odessa Stone (Junker Queen)

She wouldn't be into having kids at first - thinking that something so small would make her weak.

It does - but she refuses to admit it.

You both decided adoption was probably the best option - adopting a sweet baby girl.

I think Dez would be all about teaching her kids to fight.

Even before they've learnt to walk.

"C'mon kiddo! I was fighting at your age!"

Sometimes you would find her playing with your baby - making it look as if they were both boxing.

It was quite a funny sight.

You'll come home from work and find them watching wrestling or something.

Probably swears around your kid.

Your babies first word is probably 'cunt' or 'fuck'

You're usually the one to take your daughter to school, but on the off chance Dez does - the rest of the parents are scared of her.

The kids adore her though.

She'll struggle doing stuff like diaper changes at first - as anyone would

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As your daughter gets older - she grows into a mini version of Dez.

She wont call her 'mom' - instead calling her something silly like 'cunt' or 'fuckwit'

Dez gets a real kick out of it - and does the same.

Dez would be a little disappointed if your kid didn't want to fight, though she'd still be supportive - even if she didn't really understand.

Cries on your daughters wedding day - but tries to hide it.

"I'm not crying cunt, you're crying"

Mako Rutledge (Roadhog)

I think Mako would be really good with kids-

Big brooding dad & cute tiny daughter combo type vibe

Maybe she's really talkative, and he just listens.

He'd let her put clips in his hair and paint his nails.

It's giving Gru when his girls are doing ballet.

He's always the one to hold the kids when needed - since he barely has any issue.

His hands are just so big.

Even if you had like - 4 kids he would have no trouble carrying them all.

You were grateful that you could have some time alone sometimes, as Mako is a very competent father.

'crane's hand back while driving when kid opens snack' dad

Your kid might pretend to wear his shoes - and they can barely even stand properly in them, let alone walk.

Moira O'Deorain 

Does not want kids.

Only agreed because you would make a face at her whenever you saw a baby.

test-tube baby fr

Literally will not go to another doctor about her kids health.

Does she know anything about kids? No.

Does she think she knows more than the QUALIFIED children's doctors? Absolutely she does.

MIGHT agree to taking your kid to see Angela - if you're not too keen on her doing science on your kid.

HATES being called mom.

She's fine with your kid just calling her by her name.

This was weird on the first day of school - most parents thinking your kids other parent wasn't in the picture.

She was fine with that idea - meaning that you 'left' your old partner for her. Narcissist.

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Your babies first word was definitely her name.

but in the cute baby way.

'Moiwa'

When your kid gets a little older, maybe they'll ask about Moira's arm.

"This is what happens when you smoke"

Your kid will never even THINK about smoking ever again.

It isn't until they're 30 that they realise that wasn't true.

Prefers to keep her kids away from science - as much as it was important to her.

She'll barely talk to you about it either - which may be hard if you're also a part of Talon.

Having to bring your kids to work with you is definitely SOMETHING.

You'd prefer for them to be with you rather than with Moira, though.

Your kids are NOSY, so you have to bend the truth a little bit.

Just to make sure they don't view their mom as the ruthless geneticist that she ACTUALLY is.

"Why is miss Amelie blue?"

"She didn't eat her vegetables"

Angela Ziegler (Mercy)

BIG on consistent check-ups.

Sometimes she'll do them herself, but she prefers the professionals.

She doesn't specialise in child care, but she does make sure that your child is going to the best doctor in the field.

Definitely enjoys shopping for baby clothes.

Works with baby on lap - letting the little guy play with her fingers.

Aeroplane noises while getting the baby to eat.

does NOT let the kid eat candy until they're like 10.

This was hard for you - because it meant you couldn't have candy in the house.

Secret stash of sweets hidden somewhere in your car.

One in Overwatch HQ too.

ALWAYS prepared.

Baby needs a snack? She's got cut up grapes in her bag.

Always has wipes and diapers.

"Hey babe? Where's their bottle?" She's already retrieved it from the drying rack.

Tiny first-aid kid in her bag at ALL times.

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If your kid wants their ears pierced at Claire's. ABSOLUTELY NOT.

Angela is panicked at any idea of infections - especially when it comes to your kid.

Your kiddo is made to wear clip on earrings until they qualify to be pierced by a professional.

Will always make sure places are baby safe before you take your kid there.

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She's calm 90% of the time - she just cares about general safety and health.

Matching onesies with your kid.

Chilli and Bingo core :)

Angela would LOVE doing Halloween costumes for your kiddo.

They're always so CUTE.

If she has the time, she'll put together matching family ones.

Cole Cassidy

Baby carrier dad.

Like he'll just carry your baby everywhere.

Gets upset when he has to put the little guy down.

"We're just fine over here. No need to pull us apart"

Your child definitely prefers him to you - which you're fine with.

It's just so cute seeing them play together.

I'd say he's a girl dad - the type to teach her how to shoot, or play football with.

9 times out of ten, he'll fall asleep while reading her a bedtime story, so he always just ends up sleeping in your daughters bed with her.

The two of them cuddled up on the tiny mattress - he's holding your little girl so protectively.

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The moms at the nursery you take your daughter to all think Cole is hot.

Too right.

They just need to learn to keep their hands to themselves.

Your kid is very protective of him - and your relationship.

If you're married, she'll be like;

"Daddy, show her your wedding ring!! Isn't it nice?"

It makes Cole chuckle every time.

Cole didn't even need to shut the women down - your kid was doing all the work for him.

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Definitely the dad that all of your kids friends like

"Your dad is so cool!"

He's always invited to their little tea parties and stuff.

Yes, he will put on the crown and princess dress.

[ya-zz]

I have a quick question if you don't mind me asking. Can you please do one where a gender neutral reader is a secret singer? Like they walk on stage and their partner recognizes them even with a costume and makeup. Can I please request Hanzo, Genji, Moira, Lucio, Ramattra, Zenyatta Junker Queen, Junkrat, and Roadhog to be the ones who are the partner who figures out that they're dating a popular singer.

There was a lot to this, but I hope it's okay! (I also haven't slept when I upload this, so I apologise for any mistakes or errors.)

I'll add everything under the cut, but here is a main scenario you can use or make your own up;;;

You had been dating your partner for a few months now and things were healthy. Everything was as it should be, though, you had a secret you couldn’t exactly tell them. Fear was holding you back - you did not know how they would act, whether they would use you or leave you.

HANZO

He was three drinks into the night when the act started.

At first, he didn’t care until the voice resonated within his ears. 

Looking up, his eyes adjusted to the spotlights shining down amongst the crowd before they dimmed and the main stage lit up. 

Their voice was something ethereal. Something that Hanzo recognised instantly. 

Despite the outfit they were wearing, behind all of that make-up, Hanzo recognised the person instantly. 

Shock was present on the archers face, but that was quickly overcome with astonishment.

He couldn’t believe it. His partner was the most popular singer in Hanamura. 

Hanzo couldn’t stop staring, watching the way they performed so effortlessly.

Their hips swaying in time with the song, lips wet and shining in the spotlight, voice angelic as the day he first hear them. 

His heart flutters, flush appearing on his cheeks and not from the alcohol he had already consumed. 

When his eyes met theirs, a smile forms on their face, a wink directed to the man seated within the booth. 

Hanzo could feel the heat rise in his body as he smiled back, tipping his glass towards his partner. 

There were several emotions running through him, from love to lust, Hanzo couldn’t quite wrap his head around why you kept it a secret. 

Nevermind though, he was already planning on making you sing for him privately.

GENJI

Genji had made plans that night with a few friends he had made during his playtime in Hanamura all those years ago. Some form of a “catch up over drinks” he called it. 

Sitting in a circular booth close to the stage, the ninja looks up at the presenter talking about the opening act, a name he recognizes but had no face to put it to. 

When you come out on stage in all that make-up and wearing an outfit that catches everyone's eyes, Genji can’t help but stare either.

It took him a moment between blinks for it to register that the person on stage was his partner he had been dating. 

His jaw practically drops, hand clasp tightly around his drink.

Eyes were blown wide, either from lust or from pure adoration at your singing ability. 

Genji felt his entire body flare up in heat, something so secretive only turned him on more. 

His friends that surrounded him made their remarks but he didn’t pay them no mind.

His entire focus was on you. 

Genji could only sit there and stare. 

The moment you lock eyes with him and give a playful wink accompanied with a smirk, the dragon inside stirs. 

Oh you don’t get to play this game.

The night was still young and the ninja had so many ideas in mind.

MOIRA

The Irishwoman would have rather been anywhere else tonight, but after a week of failed experiments, what other choice did she have?

The bar sat across from the stage was where she was situated, and her phone lay on the countertop in silence. 

You hadn’t even bothered to check in on her today which only fueled her rage more.

She needed time to herself, however. Perhaps the night will go in her favour of some peace. 

Just when she finished her second drink, the ice rattling in her glass, she turns to face the stage. 

The act had already started, singer atop the stage in sparkles and glitter. 

Moira felt something familiar but couldn’t quite place her fingers on it. 

Then there was that turn you did, one that the scientist recognised instantly. 

It was you singing your heart out. Not only that, but in such an establishment? She couldn’t quite believe it. 

No wonder you had been distant today, you were here preparing for this. 

He anger at you dies out instantly as she watches on, admiring the way your voice sounded along with the music. 

She knew you could sing but this was an entire new level. 

Moira clapped when the song was over, smile as wide as her face met yours to which you bashfully hid away.

Questions have answers and she was going to get them, one way or another.

LUCIO

It wasn’t his first time in the venue and it sure wasn’t going to be his last.

He always had a seat at the VIP table just in front of the main stage, and tonight you were suppose to join him.

When his calls went unanswered, a sinking feeling grew in his stomach. There were many faces already staring at him on his own.

He tried to drown his sorrows with a few drinks, hopelessly texting you, wondering where you are. 

Then the announcer calls out a famous singers name and Lucio can’t help but feel somewhat hurt that you’re leaving him like this. 

He stands to leave and when a voice starts singing, a perfect harmony that his ears twitch and listen to, he spins around. 

Immediately he recognises you, he knows the frequency of your voice, they perfect, sweet noises that come from your throat. 

It was you. 

You hadn’t stood the artist up, no, you were here with him. 

He takes his seat and watches you sway in time with the music. 

Eyes meet and he can’t help but grin. No wonder you were so secretive. 

When the song was finally over, you didn’t waste anytime in jumping from the stage and sitting beside Lucio. 

His hand holds yours as he compliments you, placing a kiss to your temple. 

He didn’t mind, it’ll be all over the papers tomorrow regardless.

RAMATTRA

What was an omnic like him doing in such a place like this?

The only time he had a need to being here was to strike deals that suited his arrangements. 

A questioning invite made him wander into the place, suit hugging his body as he unbuttoned the blazer to sit down. 

He crossed his arms, leaning back in the chair as he watched the stage, an opening act that did not pique his interest at all. 

When a familiar voice rang through several minutes later, his receptors picked up the frequencies, instantly looking up to the figure on stage. 

His optics adjusted to the light, a smirk coursing through his wires as he watches his partner, their hips moving to the rhythm. 

He couldn’t help but stare, system flaring up as he records the show for later.

When his partner finally stops singing, their vocals now a slow murmur against the next act, Ramattra watches them make their way to his booth. 

“You finally came through.” He spoke, matter of factly.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“I knew.” 

Of course he knew. He had everything about you saved within his systems. 

“Plus your secret wasn’t exactly secret with me.” He muses. 

ZENYATTA

The omnic had planned this little date with you months prior, an exquisite date fit for someone like you.

Little did he know, that the place you were currently seated in had regulars there that recognise you instantly. 

At first you passed them off, Zenyatta staying beside you throughout it all. 

He was confused until some older looking person came and pulled you away from your partner.

You laughed, brushing him off before eventually being pulled onto the stage, microphone in your hand. 

It all came naturally and the tilt of Zenyatta’s head made you smirk. 

Your voice hit his receptors just right and the monk could feel his wires warm up as he watches you perform for everyone else. 

When the show was over, applause ringing loud throughout the venue, you make your way back to him. 

“You put on quite a show.” He admits with a chuckle. 

His optics met your eyes, looking at how they glistened under the warm light. 

“How long have you kept this secret?” 

“Too long.”

Zenyatta brushed his thumb over your knuckles as he held your hand before bringing it up to his faceplate, planting a makeshift kiss against it. 

“Perhaps you could tell me more as the night goes on.”

JUNKERQUEEN

It was a normal night for the queen.

Junkertown bars held karaoke nights each weekend, the establishments packed with drunks and Aussies alike. 

Some nights, upon the queens request, does she have private shows before her on her throne. 

Several acts lay before her, the music was loud but when her eyes set upon an almost familiar figure, everything heightened. 

Their voice was angelic, something she recognised instantly as they sang their hearts out. 

Odessa thought hard about where she recognised their voice, it was just there…

The moment their eyes lock, it hit her, the one singer she had adored for years, the one partner she had loved for months. 

It was the same person. 

Her smile became something feral as she stood, practically marching her way over there.

Upon reaching her partner, hands laced together as her lips brushed against your ear. 

“Who knew you had such a voice.” 

She felt your cheeks flush against hers, a devilish smile caressing her face. 

Odessa now had several ideas whirling inside of her head.

“Your queen would enjoy a more… private ensemble.”

JUNKRAT

The Aussie was head over heels for you, that much was plainly obvious by the way he would talk about you and show you off. 

There was something about you though that rose suspicions.

The way you would sneak off and come back late at night. While he knew you weren’t screwing around, something unfamiliar settled in his stomach. 

One night, he followed you, the nighttime heat on the back of his neck. 

Upon entering a small, unmonitored establishment, Jamison could feel the hairs on his arms stand up. 

He peered around the back, eyes searching for you and when your voice echoed through the dimly lit room, tones changing quickly as you sang, did the junker find his heart fluttering. 

His partner, the love of his life, the one he trusted everything with… 

You were singing for others, but never for him. 

He wondered why, but when he realised that you were the most sought singer in the entirety of Junkertown, he understood. 

Time passed before you eventually came home, seeing Jamison sleeping on the bed. 

Lazily, he cuddled up with you, hand stroking your stomach as he mumbles out sleepily; 

“You have the voice of an angel.” 

ROADHOG

Nothing could’ve prepared him for such a relationship between him and you. 

Never had he thought someone would love him the way you do, so when you invited him out on a date several weeks into the relationship, he was almost startled. 

For once, the man dressed up nice, smart suit and tie and he made his way over to one of the more prestigious places in Junkertown. 

By almost begging the queen, you managed to get him in unharmed, guards escorting him into the building and standing around to keep a watchful eye on you. 

At first he was confused as to where you were, but when a familiar voice sang out, stage lit up beautifully despite half of the bulbs flickering, his ears perk up. 

He looked up, eyes widening as he witnessed his partner, the one singer he had on repeat for the last few months, was there on the stage. 

He couldn’t believe it at first, but the subtle smiles and winks you passed to him was all the confirmation he needed that it was indeed you. 

He was dating one of the well known and renowned singers in all of Junkertown. 

It makes his head spin, the excitement taking over as he can’t help but stand and applaud when the act is over. 

Mako grasps you firmly, pulling your body flush to his as he wipes the bead of sweat from your cheek. 

“You have kept this from me?” His voice was low, gruff as he watched you. 

“I had no choice.” 

He huffs, shaking his head. 

“You sound wonderful.” He admits. 

His hand squeezes your side. 

“I’d like to hear you again.”

[supercap2319]

Could you write a fic of Zac Blakely from Mako Mermaids with a human boyfriend who studies marine biology?

Zac smiled as he watched his boyfriend, Y/N L/N, sitting down on his couch in the Bungalow reading a marine biology book. Ever since they were kids, Y/N has been obsessed with the ocean and all its wonderful creatures.

Y/N still hadn't learned Zac's secret about him being a merman. Zac was afraid that if he told Y/N the truth, he wouldn't want to be with him anymore. So, he kept it hidden from him even though it hurt him lying to him.

"Hey, you." Zac smiled and plopped himself down onto the couch with Y/N and kissed his lips. Y/N smiled at Zac. "Hey, yourself. What's got you so happy?"

"Nothing. I just like spending time with you." Zac said.

"Me too, but I'm pretty busy later on. I'm headed to Mako Island."

"Mako Island?" Zac looks surprised. "W-Why are you going to do over there?"

"Study the sea creatures there. I heard there's interesting things on that island." Y/N said.

"You can't." Zac said suddenly.

"Why not?" Y/N frowns.

"Because...Because..."

"Yes?"

"Because...I wanna go with you." Zac lied.

Y/N's eyes lit up with excitement. "Really? Cool. We leave in two hours."

[gardenofchrome]

My Type [C. Hansen] [p.2]

Continuing from the first oneshot requested by @screechinginthevoid <3

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"Attention: Striker Eureka, Azure Matador. Report down to the launch bay in T-minus 3 minutes."

Chuck straightens at the announcement, wiping the sweat from his brow. His insomnia led him to wake up at extremely early hours of the morning, so he decided to make the best of it by working out with the few pieces of equipment in his quarters.

He snatches his jacket from the wall before heading over to his father's room. "Up, old man!" He says, banging on the door.

The door immediately opens, Herc brushing past him. "Jesus Chuck," he murmurs tiredly. "I'm not deaf yet."

Chuck scowls but continued running through the hallway. "You know that Jaeger that's going to drop with us?"

"No clue. Probably one of the news ones that got brought in."

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The J-TECH officers slip the polycarbonate shell over you and your partner as Chuck and Herc walked in.

He tries to let his slightly shock register on his face, instead disguising it with a smirk. "Rough night?"

"Shut the hell up Chuck, some of us need sleep." You say, rubbing at the bag beneath your eyes.

You and your partner leave towards your Jaeger- pastel violet and black paint covering its large metal frame.

The J-TECH officers quickly secure the driver's suit on the Hansen's, the duo rushing out to the ever so elegant Striker Eureka.

"You guys ready?" Your voice greets over the communications link as they get ready in the compod, slightly drowning out LOCCENT.

After a minute, Chuck nods. "All systems clear, ready to initiate the drift. Just try and keep up."

He could practically hear your grin from across the link. "Right back at you, pretty boy."

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The kaiju is massive.

The Category 2 'Crystaldrifter' drug itself through the murky water of the bay slowly, its razor sharp tail whipping back and forth.

You try to calm yourself, your stomach twisting up into tight knots like it always did. 4 times before you had faced a kaiju in your 250 foot tall suit of armor and 4 times the hellspawn ended up dead at your feet.

"Azure," Herc's calm voice came through the link. "Distract it. We'll go for the kill."

You swallow hard. "Alright. Just make it quick."

"Some of us have the best model instead of a rustbucket about to fall apart." Chuck says.

"Chuck, I'm seriously going to beat your a** once we get back," you reply as you flip a few switches on the console, the cannon on your mechs shoulder lowering down to position.

"Ion cannon, fully charged in t-minus 1 minute." A robotic voice announces.

Striker Eureka moves from your side, moving as gracefully as a giant robot could in the water, probably ruining a few fishes day.

The kaiju notices, its wide maw opening to reveal a set of teeth that looked like it could crunch through a few hundred layers of industrial steel like it was a Dorito.

"Ion cannon, fully charged," it says as relief washes over you. "Ready to fire."

Your partner presses a small red button, a series of clicks echoing through the compod in response, the cannon making minuscule adjustments, before releasing the blast.

But it only leaves a small burn mark across its moldy green hide, pissing it off more than harming it. Sweat coats your brow.

Thankfully, Herc's plan had worked. They had managed to sneak up behind the kaiju as it was distracted with you, and stabbed it directly into the neck, electric blue blood spilling out and splattering the Jaegers.

Meanwhile, you and your partner prepared the cannon again, waiting for the right opportunity.

Crystaldrifter opens it hideous mouth, tail flicking towards Striker, slashing across the abdomen. Your heart drops. "Striker! Look out!"

Your partner presses the red button quickly before the kaiju has the opportunity to close it, the red-hot beam going into its mouth.

Its eyes rolled up and fell backwards, blood surfacing on top of the polluted water. But you didn't care about that, as your mech surged through the water over to Striker, metal joints straining.

"You guys ok?" You ask through the commlink, the other Jaeger holding its abdomen.

"We'll live," Herc says. "Let's call for cleanup."

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Back at the shatterdome, you run over to Chuck immediately when you get out of Azure, not bothering to take off your driver's suit as you grip his arm. He pushes his mop of sweaty hair back, smirking. "Couldn't keep up, now could you?"

You shove him roughly. "That's for calling Azure a rustbucket and for making me worry, you dumb, cocky, piece of s***."

You tug him into a hug, the polycarbonate shells of the armor smashing together. "I hate you," you mumble into his neck. "Yet somehow I still want to be around you."

Chuck placed his head on top of yours, slightly hiding his flushed face. "Couldn't have said it better myself, Y/N/N." He whispers, placing a kiss on top of your forehead, your face suddenly turning as red as his.

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Cue Herc and your partner giggling in the background and taking photos to blackmail you guys.

Possible rewrite in the future.

[randomwritingguy]

The Myth of Y/N (Korra x Reader) Part 21

After months of waiting, the myth has returned.

Thank you all for your patience. I really appreciate it :)

I hope you all enjoy this chapter!

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RECRUITING

Y/N'S POV

SLAM!

"I win...again."

Ugh.

I glance up at my opponent who just kicked my ass.

My best friend, Korra. She has a cocky grin on her smug face, teeth shining in the blinding sunlight. Her hands are crossed on her chest to further emphasise her arrogance.

Arrogance well deserved because she has kicked my butt so many times that I've lost count.

It's been a while since we made the brochures for the recruiting airbenders to join the reborn Air Nation. Since then, we've been travelling across the Earth Kingdom and visiting village to village, town to town, for said recruiting. So far, we've had no new members. The best we've had is some taking our brochures and promising they will think about it. It's better than nothing, I suppose. Still, it's disappointing.

We are currently on our way to yet another village. As of now, Korra is teaching me some airbending moves.

And, by "teaching", I mean kicking my ass.

"Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up." I tell her with a sly smile. "You've defeated me again Sifu Korra."

Humming in acknowledgement, Korra lifts her chin up in superiority. "You still have much to learn, my student."

I snort. "Clearly."

Korra's smugness transitions to simple joy as she walks over to me and outstretches her palm to me. I grab her hand and she effortlessly pulls me upward to my feet.

All jokes aside, Korra is a good teacher when she wants to be. She has taught me some of the basics of the motions and techniques airbenders often use. She has also shown me some tricks she herself has used.

"Seriously, though, you did good." My best friend assures me. "Much better start than my training under Tenzin."

Heh. Yeah, her training had a...rocky...start. I can't believe how quick everything has gone.

"You can say that again." I speak. "Still, it is kind of humiliating landing on my butt for the millionth time."

Korra cocks her head to the side, smirking again. "So are you saying you don't want a rematch?"

"Now, I never said that." I reply, sending her a smirk of my own. "Let's go one more time."

With a nod, Korra walks a good distance away from me until we are at the opposite ends of the balcony. She then raises her arms with her palms stretched wide open in a fighting-ready pose.

"Ready?"

I get into a similar pose and take a deep, long breathe. Then, I let go.

"Let's do this."

Korra charges.

With our previous spars, I end up lunging forward as well and begin our spar. I have been acting too aggressive, something an Air Nomad shouldn't be unless necessary. However, my losses have been good lessons on how my best friend fights. Fighting side-by-side with her is a much different experience than actually fighting her. Korra is a bolt of lightning. She desires to end the fight as soon as possible with the deadliest attack. She is quick and relentless. Precise and deadly. I have been foolish to try and match her in that territory. If I am to defeat her, I need to be smarter and more patient.

And that is what I do. As Korra charges at me and produces an air cannon with a throwing punch, I dodge and twirl around her. I be like the leaf and move like the wind.

Korra isn't affected, though, and quickly twirls with a low air kick in an attempt to knock me to the grown.

But I know better.

With a backflip, I easily dodge the attack and as soon as I land on my feet I twirl and rapidly launch an air strike with my arm. Korra dodges with a roll and sends me another blast. Again, I dodge with a twirl.

The spar lasts like that for a while. A synchronised dance of twirls and strikes of wind, rolls, and flips, and more. I know if I try to attack Korra head-on I will lose. She has been trained in fighting her entire life. I may be skilled, but my friend is beyond me Maybe one day I can match her skill but for now I have to be very careful.

"You gonna start attacking, now?" Korra goads, trying to throw me off balance.

She can be so predictable sometimes.

I don't answer her question. I just simply smirk, silently telling her that this isn't going to be like the previous times.

Her eyes narrow slightly in concentration. We both slowly circle each other, trying to analyse and discover any flaws in our stances. I just need to wait for the right moment. Knowing Korra, she is going to get impatient and act irrationally eventually when a fight goes on for too long. She's going to try and do something risky and hope it will pull off.

And it seems like its going to happen at any moment.

Finally, after a moment that felt like an eternity, Korra makes her move. In a blink of an eye, she charges once more and she's ready to twirl and unleash a powerful storm of wind to send me flying to the edge of the balcony.

NOW!

As soon as she begins to twirl, I rush forward with all my might and as she finishes the twirl and unleashes her attack, I drop to my knees and bend backwards and slide right underneath her attack and get right up and close to her. Just before Korra can even register what is happening, I do a quick twirl of my own from below and produce enough wind to knock her balance and causing her to fall to the floor and to ensure she doesn't get back up I straddle her with my knees and pin both her hands to the wooden floor.

"I win." I tell her with a cocky grin, though my smugness is tainted with panting that betrays my tiredness.

Korra is just as bad. Her eyes are absolutely wide, threatening to pop out of her sockets, and is panting just as hard too. Sweat is on her face.

"So, I see." She tells me, sounding breathless.

I then realise that her face and I are inches apart. We are so close that I can feel her fiery breath on my face, engulfing my cheeks into flushed flames. I've never been so up close to her like this before.

"Uh, guys?"

SHIT!

Snapping out from my trance I lunge backward to give Korra some space, all the while standing up and turning to the source of the voice.

It's an eyes wide Mako.

Fuck.

"Yes, Mako?" I ask him, trying to sound nonchalant. I'm failing miserably.

The firebender blinks a few times but then snaps out of his little trance. "We've just arrived at the village."

Oh, really? Sweet!

"Awesome!" Korra exclaims excitedly. She seems to be unfazed by what just happened.

Wait? Did anything really happen? I mean, we were just sparring.

But we DID get really close.

Well, duh, we were sparring. It was bound to happen.

Ugh, think about all of this later. Focus on the task.

"Y/N, you okay?" Korra asks me, noticing that I have been very quiet. Shit, I was too focused in my thoughts to pay attention on what was going on.

"Yeah." I assure her, giving her a smile. "Sorry, just zoned out. Let's find this airbender."

I walk past the two and at the corner of my eye I notice Mako giving me a look. I'm not sure what kind of look he is giving me, but it is making me feel uneasy.

When I reach to the exit of the airship, I see Tenzin waiting by the door. He clearly looks slightly anxious after recruiting no new members. I see him holding the brochure in his right hand.

"Hey, Tenzin." I speak up, getting close to him. "You all right?"

The airbending master jumps slightly at the sound of the voice and turns to me, smoothing out his robes in an attempt to disguise his worry. "Yes, Y/N. I'm fine. Just getting ready."

I breathe tightly through my nose. He may be an Air Nomad but he can be as stubborn as an earthbender sometimes.

"Tenzin." I start, my voice calm and soft. "How about I try this one?"

My suggestion clearly wasn't what he expected as his eyes go wide in surprise. "What?"

I take a step closer. "I know how much this means to you. Really, I do. I know you want this to succeed. But what we're doing so far isn't working. They probably find you intimidating. How about I try? I'm sure meeting a fellow airbender, not an Air Nomad, might make them warm up to me more."

My mentor strokes his beard during my explanation. He seems to be reluctant to agree. "I don't know..."

"Please, Tenzin." I plead. "It's worth a shot."

"I agree." Korra announces as she walks to my side. "I trust Y/N. Do you?"

Tenzin nods. "Of course, I do."

"Then trust them to do this." My best friend tells him, a reassuring smile on her face.

We stand in silence for a few seconds, my friend and I gazing at the airbending master who has his eyes towards the floor. Eventually, he focuses his attention on me.

"Very well." He relents, giving me a small smile. He passes me the brochure and I take it with joy. "The airbender has been reported to live near the centre of the village."

"Thank you, Tenzin." I thank him, displaying my gratitude. "You won't regret this!"

After giving Korra a nod as a silent form of praise for the help, I walk down the metal ramp that leads me to the entrance of the village.

The settlement is nothing much. Just a collection of homes surrounded by a green field. It's much different than my village back at the Southern Water Tri-

-No. Don't think about them right now.

Shaking the intrusive thought away, I begin my search. I avoid the curious glances from the villagers and listen to the details Tenzin gave me. Reaching to the centre, I glance at the various buildings in my vision.

Now what?

Well...I guess I have to be one of those annoying salesmen and knock on doors. Great.

And I do just that, knocking door to door, asking if the one who answered if they or their relatives have recently been gifted with airbending. Most of them give me a flat out "No" and slam the door in my face. Very kind people.

Now, I'm at the very last house. This has got to be the one.

Taking a deep breathe and letting it out in a smooth action, I raise my right hand and knock on the door gently three times.

Please let this be the one. Please.

After a few seconds, the door quickly opens, and I am greeted by the sight of a middle-aged woman. Her eyes are a dim emerald, have light wrinkles on her forehead, and has slightly greying black hair that reaches just below her shoulders.

"Can I help you?" she asks me in a disinterest tone. Her voice is deep and formal.

"Hello!" I greet her, ignoring her detached tone, and put on a wide grin. "I am affiliated with Master Tenzin, son of Avatar Aang, and the new Air Nation. We have gotten reports of an airbender located in this very village. Do you know this individual?"

I notice that when I bring up the Air Nation, I see her left eye twitch for a split second. This must be the house.

Despite my kindness, however, it seems the woman doesn't like what I'm saying. "I do not. Have a good day."

She begins to close the door and crush my hopes once more but then I hear the sounds of footsteps behind the woman.

"Mother?" a young feminine voice speaks out. "Who is it?"

The older woman reluctantly opens the door wide and steps to the side and a new person enters the picture.

She's far younger than her mother, most likely around my age, and has emerald eyes far brighter than the other. She has a small, but jolly, smile on her lips. Her jet-black hair stretches down to her waist, and she wears simple green Earth Kingdom clothing.

"Hello there." I greet to her. "I am affiliated with the Air Nation. We've heard that an airbender has been sighted around here. Do you know this person?"

Her eyes lit up in recognition and excitement. "Yeah, that's me!"

Yes!

I grin. "Awesome! I, too, am an airbender. We are looking for new recruits to join the new Air Nation. We were wondering if you would want to join us."

To my delight and relief, the woman grins to my offer. "I would love to!"

"Eshah!" her mother quietly scolded her. "We've talked about this."

"Come on, mother!" the younger female, Eshah, exclaims. "I'm eighteen!"

"That doesn't matter!" she whispers angrily. "I will not let my only child run away to become some monk!"

I frown slightly at the woman's words. This situation is all too familiar.

"You were born in the Southern Water Tribe, you grew up in the Southern Water Tribe, and had practiced Southern Water Tribe traditions. And now you are abandoning your culture for another!"

No. Not again.

"With all due respect, ma'am." I begin cautiously, trying to stay calm and patient. "Your daughter is an adult. She can make her own decisions."

A rageful glare is the mother's response to my words. "You stay out of this! I will not let you indoctrinate my daughter!"

Indoctrinate?!

"Ma'am, we are not a cult." I tell her with a neutral expression. "We just want to rebuild the Air Nation after its near extinction. This can be a real positive force for the world!"

"You can rebuild your culture all you want!" she exclaims. "But not with my daughter involved!"

I clench my right fist tightly as an attempt to restrain myself.

"You are trying to abandon your tribe, and your mother and I will not tolerate such a betrayal."

Stay calm, Y/N. Stay calm.

"They're right, mother!" Eshah snaps back. "I'm an adult! This is my life! I want to join them and help the world!"

"Why are you so interested in these nomads?!"

"You would know if you actually bothered to care!"

"Don't you dare!"

I can feel the tension between the two women. It's clear they've had history.

"I will dare! You've never really known me at all!"

"I know that I'm doing what is best for you!"

"Bullshit! When have you ever cared what's best for me!"

Okay, I really should try to calm them down. I glance at the mother. "Ma'am, I don't want to cause problems in your family. However, if your daughter wishes to join us then-

My words are interrupted with the slamming of the door right in my face. I can hear the arguing continue from the inside, but their words are muffled.

Great. Just great.

I unclench my right fist and sigh heavily and slowly, releasing the tension that was slowly building within me during my short exchange with that woman. Then, I begin walking back to the airship.

The way Eshah looked so excited. The way her mother refused her to join the Air Nation. It reminded me so much of my parents...

I guess I'm not the only one dealing with parent issues.

"WAIT!"

Huh?

I turn back around, and I see Eshah rushing and stopping before me. She is panting slightly from running but she has determination painted across her features.

"I'm coming with you."

What?!

"Wait, really?" I ask, completely shocked. "But your mother..."

"I don't care." She simply states. "We were never close anyway. When I got airbending, I was so excited. And what you said about making my own decisions and rebuilding the Air Nation gave me the courage to simply walk out."

Really? Our short exchange left that much of an impact on her? She left her mother just like that? Without hesitation? All because of my few words?

"Well, uh, good!" I respond, stretching my hand out. "Welcome aboard. I'm Y/N."

She gladly takes my hand. "Eshah."

During our walk back to the airship, I hand her the brochure and explain the life of an Air Nomad while she reads through it. She seems to be very engaged in the topic as she nods and hums in encouragement and even asked me a few questions. When we finally reach to our destination, Tenzin and Korra are waiting by the entrance. When they see me and our newest member, I can see bright smiles form on their lips, eyes lit with excitement.

"Eshah." I begin when we finally reach them. "This is Master Tenzin, leader of the Air Nation, and Avatar Korra."

"Welcome, Eshah." Tenzin greets her, excitement underlying his formal tone. "It is an honour to meet you."

"It is great to have you." Korra adds on, equally excited.

Before they can say anything else, however, I hear a loud gasp to the side of me and in a blink of an eye I see Eshah up and close shaking hands with Tenzin and Korra very quickly. In the midst of it, I hear excited squeals and statements.

"Oh my god, you are the Avatar! I'm a huge fan!"

"You're the son of Avatar Aang, right? So cool!"

"I always wanted to meet you two!"

"Am I dreaming? I've got to be dreaming!"

I was not expecting that. Clearly, Korra and Tenzin weren't expecting this display of excitement either as their eyes are wide open.

When Eshah finally calms down she stands back slightly and begins rubbing the back of her neck, clearly shy at what she just did. "Oh, uh, sorry. I can get carried away sometimes."

"Well, we're glad you're eager." Korra tells her, chuckling while she does so.

"Indeed." Tenzin agrees. He then gestures to the airship. "Let's welcome you aboard."

"Okay!" Eshah replies. Just before they start walking, the airbending master sends me a gratitude look and nod as a silent "Thank you." Then, they begin advancing towards the ship.

I begin walking as well but abruptly I am pulled into a tight and fierce hug by Korra.

"Thank you." She tells me, sounding so relieved. "You've helped us so much with all of this."

I reciprocate the affection. "Of course. You know how much this means to you and Tenzin. Plus, helping rebuild the Air Nation is the right thing to do."

She pulls back from the hug and gives me a smile. I smile back. The atmosphere is nothing but full of warmth and safety.

"Korra, Y/N." Tenzin's voice emits from the entrance. And, like that, the moment is over.

As we walk back into the airship I see Tenzin and Eshah standing by the rest of the group, the latter full of excited faces.

"Everyone, this is Eshah." Tenzin introduces to them. "She is going to be joining the Air Nation."

"Hello!" the young woman greets with a little wave. "It's nice to meet you all."

I can hear the tsunami of introductions and greets from the crowd. They all sound so relieved that we finally had some success.

I observe the scene playing out with a small, but strained, smile. I am happy. Really, I am. But that whole situation with Eshah and her mother has really shaken me.

She so easily left her mother. She just up and left without a second thought. She pursued her dreams which has probably ruined her relationship with her parent.

As I observe the young woman, all I can hear is the angry declaration of my father.

"The next time we talk, you better tell us you are not joining the Air Nation. If not, don't contact or visit us ever again."

Eshah left her old life behind so easily with such confidence.

Could I do the same?

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And that's it!

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[katz-rambles]

Hii I just got island living extension pack to sims 4 and it got me thinking how would ghouls act with mermaid s/o. Have nice day and btw I love you're works <3

Aaaa!! Thank you smm 💓💓 Have an amazing day, too, Anon!!

Unfortunately, I didn't do all the ghouls/ghoulettes, with me being sick. I haven't had as much motivation to write, so I apologize because it's short.

(headcannon time!, gn!reader, mermaid!reader, fluff, this is it!)

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰

• He's a water ghoul, so he probably loves you. He thinks you're the coolest thing ever.

Rain

• His favorite thing to do is take you down to the Abbey Lake and watch as you grow a tail. It's his favorite date idea.

• You two can spend hours in and under the water. Sometimes people get worried and send people looking for you two, but you guys are fine!

• He likes to play with your tail. It may sound weird, but he loves the way your scales feel.

• He also likes to be with you under water. Because you're a mermaid, you can probably breathe under water, so you two just hang out under there! It was probably your guys' first date after he found out you're a mermaid!

• You've managed to siren him, and he doesn't want to break your spell any time soon.

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊

• *insert the H2O theme here*

Swiss

• He's intrigued with you. He wants to study you in the best way possible, and he just might.

• You two go to the ocean or the Abbey Lakes, and he watches as when you play and swim in the water. If you're feeling nice, you might grab him something you found at the bottom!

• Just like Rain, he loves to feel your tail. The scales are so cool, and he loves how they feel.

• He will make fun of you by soaking you with water and watching you struggle. It's all in good fun, though.

• All together, he loves it. He wants to study you, and he will. He's a sweetheart, and even though he will tease and make fun of you until the end of time, he aodres you and your tail.

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊

• She's enamored when she first sees you. It's probably an accident too! You're at the lake, and she happens to stumble upon you as you're trying to fry yourself off. She may just fall head over heels right there.

Cumulus

• Please let her look at your tail. She just loves the way the scales shimmer. She's like a little kid watching a mermaid actor. She's in a trance when she sees you.

• When you two have movie nights, she purposefully makes you two watch H2O or Mako Mermaids.

• She carries a towel with her at all times just in case you happen to get wet while you two are out and about. She's so precious!

• She loves to do your hair before you go in water. Please let her put those lretty colourful flowers in them. She'll pass away from joy.

• She will also want to study you, not in the same way as Swiss, though. She's more interested in how this happened to you. She's so confused, and honestly, you are too. You two are so silly together.

[acradelius]

Scenario where reader tries anal for the first time with Roadhog?

"Easy There, Little Piggy~"

Fandom: Overwatch / Overwatch 2

Pairing: Roadhog ("Mako Rutledge") x Gender Neutral! Reader

Rating: Lemon [🟡] (NSFW!)

Warnings/Mention Ofs: MDNI, Gender Neutral! Reader, Mandatory Foreplay, Spanking, Finger Penetration, Anal Fingering, Unmentioned Size Insertion Kink From Roadhog, "Little Piggy" Nickname Usage By Roadhog- Reader Is An Adult Though, Mention Of Safeword, Praise- Roadhog Giving/Reader Receiving, Verbal Teasing, Orgasm Denial By Roadhog.

Word Count: 679 Words

If you'd like to be tagged for all posts, certain fandom posts, or certain character posts then feel free to message me!

There’s definitely no bounding straight into something such as anal when it comes to having a partner that has the physique such as Mako’s. He’s literally the definition of a big man, and that’s speaking in every portion, including the size of his cock. There’s no doubt that if he was to jump straight into sex without his partner being prepped, especially with his size, it would most likely be a trip to the nearest hospital for his partner. Therefore, foreplay happens to be an absolute must. He’ll begin by just placing his hand amongst (Y/N)’s ass, mostly just rubbing it to give the sensation of something being close, but occasionally giving a gentle slap while chuckling. Eventually he’ll begin slipping his hand underneath their undergarments to slip a finger or two between their ass cheeks, and then eventually begins to prod them with the tip of his finger.

Even after the time spent doing foreplay, there’s still some preparation that is taken before jumping into the main event. He’ll begins with just one finger, slowly pumping it in and out within (Y/N)’s ass, occasionally picking up the pace just slightly, all while making sure to brush against that certain spot within them, soft chuckles leaving from Mako all while soft sighs and groans escape from (Y/N)’s lips. One finger would eventually become two fingers, and then two fingers would eventually become three fingers. Three long, thick fingers. All three of them simultaneously pump in and out of his partner, Mako watching as their face would contort from the pleasure or even how their legs would immensely tremble from his fingers brushing against that special spot within them, all while letting out a soft whine and pushing their hips back to relish within the feelings even more.

He could only describe the action that was taking place as a mesmerizing work of art, a mesmerizing work of art that he would never find himself getting tired of. They definitely didn’t necessarily need the immense amount of lube for this particular activity, but Mako definitely wasn’t regretting his choice in the usage amount. He was absolutely loving the glistening effect of the light hitting just right whenever (Y/N)’s ass would jiggle at even just the simplest and slowest of thrusts of his hips. “Are you doing well down there, my little piggy?~ I’m not causing you any pain or discomfort, am I?~” Of course, (Y/N)’s comfortability and safety was his first priority, Mako knew quite well that he had to be careful or that (Y/N) could end up getting hurt. “You remember your safeword, don’t you?~” It’s then that he gives a gentle slap to the ass, but instead of being met with some sort of actual response, (Y/N) proceeds to give a frantic nod while a soft whine escapes past their lips. 

“Such a good little piggy~ Taking my cock in your ass so fucking well~” That wet smacking sound echoing throughout the room around them as Mako’s pelvis briefly connects with (Y/N)’s ass at a quick pace, watching as his thick, enormous cock gets practically sucked in. How it becomes a tight squeeze that makes things even more pleasurable as (Y/N) purposely clenches down around his length. “Ya’ tryna keep me deep inside ya’, huh?~ Didn’t realize that you liked cock in your ass that much, (Y/N)~ Don’t worry, Daddy Pig will make sure to keep your ass stuffed whenever he can~” He’s close, he can feel it. Struggling to maintain control, but Mako doesn’t want this to end. “M-Mako!~” There’s a loud, frustrated whine that (Y/N) lets out, moving their head slightly to glance back at the big man, a pleading look within their eyes. A soft chuckle of amusement at (Y/N)’s desperateness as Mako takes a hold of his cock, slapping the tip of it against (Y/N)’s ass cheeks. “Now, now, little piggy~ We wouldn’t want this moment to end too quickly, would we now?~”

[envysnest]

Snakeskin (Sephiroth/Reader) (ch. 12/?)

AO3 / Pillowfort

Rating: Explicit

Chapters: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13 / 14

Tags: First Time, Reader-Insert, Hurt/Comfort, Bittersweet Ending, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Frank Discussions of Past Rape/Abuse, Everyone is Queer, Canon-Compliant (if you squint), Pre-Crisis-Core Seph, Slow Burn, i continue to disappoint my friends and family, sephiroth is a virgin and in this essay i will, Reader is a Cis Woman, fluffy sex, Praise Kink, Gratuitous Biochemistry

Summary:

You are a young biologist, fresh out of graduate school, working in Shinra's R&D Division under Professor Hojo. You had long since given up on finding a partner and starting a family, preferring instead the company of your cell samples and your scientific instruments.

As the conflict in Wutai worsens, you strike up an unexpected friendship with a First Class SOLDIER.

(Sephiroth/Reader Slow Burn)

No trigger warnings apply for this chapter.

—

The tights fit perfectly. The black fabric was opaque; it even covered the bottom of your Lifestream tattoo. You cursed yourself for buying something so incredibly decadent. There was no going back to the drugstore tights after this. These would be perfect, except…

Were you supposed to wear underwear under these? Over them? You felt strangely bare. You stood on your bed and squinted across the room at your bathroom mirror. 

The Shinra-co. Sunrise ™  clock read 6:45 PM. You were going to be late if you kept fussing. No choice: you would have to brave Midgar with nothing under your skirt. Guilt and shame twisted your gut, and you pulled your coat on with a grimace. 

It’s for me, you thought. It’s not for him. 

You stared at your craft bench, at the iron wing you made earlier that week. Deep down, you wanted to seduce him into bed again. You wanted the lightning to strike twice; you wanted to burn. If you dressed yourself in the same way— if you had these stupid, expensive tights underneath your skirt this time— then maybe…

Genesis’s angry face flashed in your mind. You felt that same sick, sinking feeling from the training videos. It was rare to see SOLDIERs with injuries; whatever had hit him had hit hard. Whatever hit him would've surely killed you.

It was windy outside, and below freezing. A breeze teased at the hem of your skirt. You shoved it back down and glanced around. Everyone else waited for taxis or seemed preoccupied with their friends. You turned towards Shinra’s familiar silhouette against the cloudy sky. If you walked fast enough, you’d be right on time. 

A couple, hand-in-hand. meandered down the sidewalk in front of you. You hesitantly inched past them. You pulled your coat tightly around yourself, but this turned you into a wobbling, upright caterpillar. You loosened your grip; the wind threatened your skirt again. Back to the caterpillar. This, of course, made your overnight bag slide dangerously down your arm. The air smelled like frost and mako.

Plink. That was probably Sephiroth, wondering where you were. You swore and picked up your pace. You shouldn’t have fussed so much about the tights.

Maybe you shouldn’t have bought them at all.

You automatically looked up at the next intersection, expecting to see the defaced poster, but it was already gone. A few Shinra workers, bundled and masked against the cold, straightened a pale-blue Potion poster over it instead. A foreman shouted instructions from the sidewalk.

The crosswalk light flashed red. The crowd in front of you lurched to a stop. You dug around in your pocket and woke up your phone, hiding its screen from the people waiting next to you:

>> Double booked. Work again

“Oh,” you said to yourself. The crowd around you began walking forward; you stayed behind. 

Your phone chimed. Sephiroth again:

>>So so sorry……

And again:

>>Will return asap but may be tmw

You darted towards an expensive building and ducked under its awning. Here, at least, the wind was broken, and you were out of the way of evening traffic.  Thank goodness your gloves were smartphone-compatible, even if they did nothing against this biting cold. You tucked yourself against an enormous decorative hedge. The doorman eyed you with suspicion as you typed:

>>Don’t be sorry!|

You hesitated, staring at the blinking cursor. You continued:

>>Don’t be sorry! I’m on my way any|

You backspaced and tried again:

>>Don’t be sorry! Need a house sitter?

It sounded kinder than Can I please go into your apartment it is SO cold and I’m exposed to the elements here. Before you could second-guess yourself, you hit Send. 

An ellipsis bubble appeared immediately.

“Ma’am?” said the doorman.

“I’m sorry,” you said to him, holding up a finger. “Just one second.”

He grunted and resumed his glum forward stare.

Plink. A new message:

>> No sitting needed. It’s yours

Your reply:

>>Thanks, but I don’t want to mooch

You tapped your foot while you waited for his response. Sure enough, you didn’t have to wait long:

>>Don’t burn it down and we’ll call it even.

>>Ha ha

You sighed in relief and resumed your brisk walk down the street. You typed:

>>I’ll wait there for you!

Sephiroth’s reply to this was blindingly fast:

>>Tease.

You shivered and hid your smile in your scarf. You were close to Sector 0 now, and the Saturday night crowd buzzed around you. A line snaked around the Loveless theater, ending at where black-clad theater employees clipped everyone's tickets and looked through their bags.

Your phone chimed again. Balancing your overnight bag on one thigh, you woke your phone and peered down at the screen.

Sephiroth had sent a winking emoticon.

—

You touched the key FOB to 4301. The lock sang a small tune before it clicked open. As you shuffled through the door, Sephiroth’s familiar smell hit you all at once: comforting, warm, a soft touch to your cheek.

“Hello?” you called. 

Sterile hallway light spilled into the dark apartment; you could just make out the marble coffee table, the couch, part of the bookshelves. The curtains were drawn. You passed your gloved hand over the wall until you felt a smooth, plastic switch. At your touch, it chimed happily, and all of the apartment’s lights came up at once.

Nothing seemed particularly different, save the eerie silence. You closed the front door behind you and kicked off your shoes. There were still piles of books everywhere; if any had been moved since last weekend, it was impossible to tell. The fireplace and television were off. Automatically, you looked to the top of the bookshelves: Masamune was gone. There were no flowers on the coffee table. No one had been here for a while.

You put your phone in your skirt pocket. “Seph?” you said. No reply. The wooden floor was cool under your stockings; had it always been that way? You couldn’t remember. 

Gloves went into your jacket pockets; the jacket went onto the hangers (empty, save for a black golf umbrella). You pulled out your phone and sent Sephiroth a message:

>>Here! All looks very unburnt to me

You hesitated, then sent a smiling emoticon, too.

You tossed your overnight bag forward, onto the grey carpet, where it landed with a whumph. Everything was still, and you could hear your own breathing. You leaned over the bar counter and looked into the kitchen. The washing machine and dryer sat empty; the dishwasher simply said READY. 

The refrigerator was half-empty, save for the mako samples. A few pre-made meals sat at eye-level: Shinra MREs, cold little bento boxes with rice and sticky tofu in sterile, tidy compartments. A few lonely oranges rolled around at the bottom of a produce basket. Nearly all of the lush, fresh produce from the weekend before was gone. The mako bottles clinked as you closed the refrigerator. 

You poured yourself a glass of that eerily-tasteless water, drank it in a few gulps, and set the empty glass down on the marble countertop. Being in this kitchen felt like entering a haunted house: there were warm memories here once, but they were long gone. 

Your  therapist had smiled as you recounted— with names and details removed— the story of last weekend. Rather than meet her eyes, you spent the session staring at your shoes. That’s amazing! she had said, warm and effusive, and even now, you feel embarrassed.

What would it feel like to enjoy yourself? she had asked. To trust him?

You pulled absently at your blouse. You had spent all this time getting ready for him; he hadn’t specified when he was coming back. Shouldn’t you wait and see when he’d be here, and be ready for him when he did?

After moving the glass to the sink, you turned and walked to the bedroom. There had been a way to turn the lights off from Sephiroth’s phone, but the light switch next to the front door seemed to control the entire apartment. The bedroom, tidy and well-lit, waited for its sole occupant with bated breath. The bed was neatly made, its duvet smoothed over. There were a few books missing from next to the bed; the biology textbook had migrated to the armchair in the corner. 

Your hands hesitated at the closet doors. You had only briefly seen into Sephiroth’s closet while watching him change. Instinctively, your eyes flicked up to the spackled wall, where the awards had once hung. There wasn’t much storage space elsewhere, besides a few drawers on each nightstand. Anything you hadn’t seen before was likely in here.

The closet doors groaned as you pushed one door aside, then the other. The entire closet was only several feet deep, yet it spanned nearly the length of the wall. To your right were hanging uniforms: pants and sweaters, folded neatly on their hangers, next to some button-up shirts. You recognized the pants Sephiroth had worn to the holiday party; then again, they all looked like the same pants, variations on SOLDIER standard khaki and navy. Maroon luggage trunks and cardboard boxes were piled haphazardly on a shelf above the hangers; one turquoise trunk sat below. You tried the lid, found it loose, and opened it, but the velvet-lined interior was empty. In the far corner, you could make out an ironing board propped against the wall. 

In front of you, stretching to your left, were several wooden dressers. Their sparse, generic design reminded you of the GU dorms; there weren’t even drawer pulls. You opened one drawer and looked inside: jeans and sweatpants. The one below: thermals, mostly in dark colors. The one above that: T-shirts. Every item was folded neatly.

You carded through the T-shirt options, which were many and grim.  Born To Ride, said a cartoon dog on a motorcycle. A pair of skeletons lounging on beach chairs, clinking margarita glasses. A cartoon, muscled torso, wearing flowery board-shorts. You raised your eyebrows in disbelief. After an exhaustive search, you settled for a blue-and-green tie-dye shirt, with seagulls flying into a bright sunset. The looping font read COSTA DEL SOL 1998. 

You pressed the shirt to your nose and inhaled deeply. It smelled of his laundry detergent, the very same he had used on your clothes. Last Sunday, when you had returned home, you had tucked your date-night outfit into the back of a drawer. Over the week, you pulled the blouse out and pressed it to your nose, let the memory wash over you. A wild part of you thought that smell was all you’d have to remember him by. 

You turned and tossed the shirt onto the bed behind you. The other dresser held fresh linens: crisp white sheets, a few blankets. You pulled out the black weighted blanket again and set it on the ground.

Sitting atop one dresser was a small, worn wooden picture frame. The photo inside, in faded color, showed a single woman looking at the camera. Her dark brown eyes looked straight down the lens, the barest hint of a smile teasing at the corners of her mouth. Her head was held high. Creases marred the photo: clearly it had been folded, then re-folded, many times, perhaps to fit into a pocket. 

Who was this?

You carefully picked up the frame and brought the faded photo into the light. A past lover, maybe? No: Sephiroth had said his past paramours were all men. Its grimy pastels suggested age: twenty, maybe thirty years. Perhaps it was someone who raised him?

Oh, but no— you recognized those gentle, inquisitive eyes, that soft mouth, the fall of straight hair over her shoulders. You sat cross-legged on the carpet next to the blanket, studying the photo. This was someone related to Sephiroth. You stared at the tidy creases, how they surrounded and protected her face from damage. This photo had been hidden somewhere special, right where he would see it every day.

But hadn’t his mother died? 

You ran your fingertips over the glass, gently tracing her face over and over again. It was strange, you thought, that he would have this photo. Why would she have carried a photo of herself? His father had left, and quickly, too; why would he relinquish her photo with Shinra? His story didn’t suggest more than a nameless mother and father: no relatives, nowhere to go, at Shinra’s mercy for the perpetual favor he now owed them. The moment he was born, his family disintegrated. No one could have given him this photo, but there was no one else this could possibly be.

Then where did this come from?

CLUNK.

You gasped and turned towards the door. You half-expected Sephiroth to be there, staring at you angrily as you pawed through his personal belongings. 

The doorway was empty.

Your blood roared in your ears; you could taste metal on your tongue. You leaned forward, trying to see into the kitchen beyond, but it was empty, too, just as you left it. You pressed your back to the dresser and curled into a small ball, staring hard at the open doorway.

Plink. Your phone, still in your back pocket. 

You reached for it, but you were still holding the photo. Bracing yourself against the dresser, you rose to your feet. It took you several tries to set the photo upright where it had come from. Surely there was someone-- or something-- in the apartment you were now responsible for.

Phone. Phone first. Still staring at the doorway, you reached for your phone. The Shinra messaging app, with Sephiroth’s name at the top of your notifications list:

>>Confirmed out until tmw. Sent dinner. Sorry again

You read the message over again. Your heart raced behind your ribs; you gently rubbed your chest with your free hand. It was only when the scent of hot peppers hit you that you remembered the dumbwaiter in the kitchen, the awful noise it made when it reached Sephiroth’s cabinets. 

You left everything behind as you tread warily into the hall beyond. The hot pepper smell became more intense. “Seph?” you asked, just to make sure you were alone. Silence. Your skin crawled as you craned your neck, looking towards the living room beyond—

Nothing. Empty.

A billow of warm steam hit your face when you opened the dumbwaiter. Inside were several plastic bags, tied neatly at their tops, straining against takeout containers. You took each out, one at a time, setting them on the counter below. 

You opened the first container and understood, instantly, what Sephiroth had sent you: Wutaian cuisine, far too much, and all of it steaming-hot. There were several types of rice, both fried and plain; noodles with shrimp, noodles with fish sauce, noodles with chicken and beef and pork; an assortment of steamed vegetables, buns, and grilled dishes, more than you could count; more food still that you didn’t even register. Fried bananas with ice cream; red bean buns. Every container filled to bursting; all of it smelling heavenly. You stood there, blinking at the assortment of food before you. There had to be enough for you to eat for a week. 

Something tightened in your chest. You took a picture with your phone and sent it to him.

>>Youre so generous!! I can’t eat all this hahaha

Sephiroth replied immediately:

>>Then save some for me. It’s my favorite.

A small price to pay, you thought. 

>>what do i owe u??

An ellipses bubble blinked into existence. Then: Plink.

>>A detailed review... Ha ha

A small price, indeed. Perhaps too small.

—

You weren’t sure what to do with yourself on Saturday. The apartment was still empty and quiet. Dark, gloomy sheets of rain came down over Midgar. The floors were warm again; heated, you thought.

Sephiroth’s dresser yielded another, marginally-less garish T shirt to wear (several seagulls wearing sunglasses and flower necklaces). It practically reached to mid-thigh on you. After dressing and making yourself coffee, you wandered over to the fireplace, but there wasn’t a clear way to switch it on. You felt around the edges until, at its base, you found a small black button. There was a long hiss from behind the glass. Just as you began to worry about burning the building down, blue flames leapt up and settled into place.

You browsed the bookshelves for something to read. Restitution to Nature: The Growth of the Wutaian Resistance Movement. The War for Grain. Several biographies on people you had never heard of. You skipped over a few shelves, trying to figure out Sephiroth’s organizing system. Yes, there, on the bottom shelves: novels, in every genre imaginable. There was the Cosmo Canyon Mystery series, each of its volumes bound in beautiful red cloth. First editions, too, with pages so yellowed and fragile, you didn’t dare flip through them.

In the end, you looked through the coffee table books on the Ancients. Plenty of jewelry ideas in here: small wire figures, cave carvings, symbols of forgotten deities. The apartment’s silence became unnerving, so you turned on the television. You washed your clothes from the night before in the Shinra-co washing machine. The rain stopped, started, stopped again. You heated up some leftover takeout rice and picked at it. The dumbwaiter brought groceries, and you put them away on Sephiroth’s behalf. The bottles of wine, all looking precariously expensive, didn’t seem to have a home, so you left the reds on the kitchen counter and laid the white in the fridge, next to the MREs. As the sun sank lower in the sky, you put on a documentary about a radio telescope. The dryer chimed impatiently; you opened and closed the door to silence it. Back on the couch, you curled up under the weighted blanket and re-started the movie you had fallen asleep during last weekend. This time, you stayed awake through it all, straight through to the dramatic kiss at the end. You peeled a clementine and licked the juice from your fingers. 

When the streetlights came on below, you began to realize Sephiroth might not return. You checked your phone, but there were no messages. Nothing left for it but to shower and eventually fall asleep in front of the television. At least Sephiroth’s apartment was quiet.

You couldn’t place the odd, homesick yearning that tugged at you when you realized you’d go back to yours tomorrow, and work the day after that. If only you could stay at this apartment every night; the sleep you got here was so total and all-encompassing without traffic or loud neighbors to disturb you. The apartment was kept at a perfect 25-degrees Celsius at all times. You felt…

Safe. That was the word.

You took a shower with the water set to scalding temperatures. The bathroom filled with steam. You brought your own soap with you, too shy to think of taking from him, but curiosity won out: The half-empty bottle of body wash smelled just like his bed. There it was again, that safe feeling, so at odds with the videos and the poster. So at odds with everything. 

But not at odds with the photograph inside his closet. Not at odds with the books under his bed. You felt, more and more often, that you were looking at two different people.

You dried off and secured your hair out of your face. Back in the living room, with a white towel wrapped around your body, you hunted through the bookshelves. A novel called Again and Again looked interesting enough: a forbidden romance between a troubled artist and a planetology ingenue at a Cosmo Canyon university. You brought this into the bathroom and set it aside on a small wooden side table next to the bath. As the hot water ran, you thought about digging into one of the red wine bottles from the groceries. Would he mind?

A horrible thought occurred to you: to anger him, to see where those two different people— the Sephiroth you knew, the Sephiroth everyone else saw— merged into terrifying oneness. It was an impulse to not just open the wine bottle, but to shatter it against the same counter you sat on a week ago. You wanted to shatter all of them.

You wanted—

You walked to the kitchen, opened one of the red wine bottles, and poured yourself a glass. Back in the bathroom, you pulled the side table to within arm’s reach of the bathtub. 

You sank into the warm water gratefully, sighing. Under the bright lights of the bathroom, you could see your body under the gently-undulating water. The Lifestream tattoo appeared to swim and wobble. Fragile came to mind, then you smelled his soap on your skin again and thought, breakable.

Don’t think about that, you chided yourself. Just relax. The irony of just relax: the longer you thought of relaxing things (beautiful, perfect data; the sun shining over Midgar; finding scrap in your old neighborhood in the slums), the more tense you became. You snatched up the wine glass and took a too-deep gulp. It was a cabernet blend, and a dry one. The alcohol scorched your throat on the way down, but you drank more, anyway. You were going to relax and enjoy this, even if it took substances to get you there.

You would relax. You would.

You picked up the novel and began to read.

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Assassination Classroom | Anatsu Kyoushitsu (ASSCLASS)

Akabane Karma

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Zuko

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Mako

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Coriolanus Snow

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Alois Trancy Ciel Phantomhive Sebastian Michaelis

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Folk of the Air, The (TFOTA)

Jude Duarte / Cardan Greenbriar (Jurdan)

Genshin Impact (GI)

Diluc Ragnvindr

Haikyuu!!

Akaashi Keiji Bokuto Koutarou Hinata Shouyou Hoshiumu Kourai Iwaizumi Hajime Kozume Kenma Kuroo Tetsurou Meian Shuugo Miya Atsumu Miya Osamu Oikawa Tooru Sakusa Kiyoomi Sawamura Daichi Sugawara Koushi Suna Rintarou Tsukishima Kei Ushijima Wakatoshi

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Little Women

Theodore "Laurie" Laurence

Love and Deepspace

Sylus

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Bucky Barnes Loki Peter Parker

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Adrien Agreste

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Night Manager, The

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Akashi Takeomi Haitani Ran Haitani Rindou Hanemiya Kazutora Kakuchou Kokonoi Hajime Sano "Mikey" Manjirou Sanzu Haruchiyo

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Five Hargreeves

Wonka

Willy Wonka

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[empresskadia]

hiya!

I’m curious, do you ship Naomi exclusively with a Reader/OC/[Y/N] or do you have any ships with her and the other members of Kilo-5 or any other Spartans ? (I know I’m a big Vaz/Naomi head but I won’t be upset if you don’t ship that too lmfao I’m just curious about any other ships you might have for her!)

Take care!

-Mako xXx

Hi Mako!!! It’s a delight seeing to see you in my inbox <3

That’s a great question, um, I don’t know to be honest. I’m in the middle of Thursday War as of right now, so I haven’t finished it or gotten to the point of having ships within it yet. I’m not exclusively self-interest stuff with her and I’m open to ships within the fandom, however it’s easier for me to write with self-insert because of my thought process, so it’s why I mainly write reader-insert stuff. I wish I had a better answer for you 😭

Lowkey, maybe Dev, but also Philips simply because he called her a Goddess. I’m kinda beefing with Vaz and Mal right now

[linnorabeifong]

21 & 28 for the fic questions!

questions for fic writers

21. If you wrote a “missing scene” in [insert fic], what would it be?

Oooooh tough one. Maybe dabbling in Mako’s pov in “Happy Birthday to Me… I Guess ?” so a scene rewrite inputting his thoughts. Maybe I’ll do that in a future chapter when I get around to resuming that story.

28. Does anyone read your fics before you post them? If so, who?

Yes, partially ? I have no beta reader but I will text my mutuals progress sometimes, not the entirety of a chapter but passages and we’ll bounce ideas off each other. It gives me motivation to finish fics.

[peaxhxhair]

Watching a Movie || Mako Rutledge - Headcanons

Pairing: Roadhog x Gn! Reader Warnings: None A/n: Was looking through Mako's voice lines and the valentines event ones are SO cute- I am going to CRY. Hope you enjoy! <3 Navigation Overwatch - MASTERLIST Consider becoming a Member! <3

He's not bothered what movie you want to watch.

He'll watch whatever - but does prefer horror movies.

Has his arm wrapped around you the entire time.

Watches the movie quietly.

If you're the type to talk during movies - he'll focus on you more than he'll focus on the movie.

His thumb his caressing your shoulder as you talk.

Find something scary? He's easy to hide against.

~~~

Prefers staying at home, rather than going to the cinema.

WILL bring snacks and drinks and stuff!

He knows what you like, so you're never disappointed by what he buys.

Not opposed to blanket forts - if you're into that sort of thing.

Likes having the lights off - it's just better watching stuff like that.

Will definitely fall asleep at some point during the movie - his head falling against yours.

You never wake him, but you can tell he gets a little upset when he realises he missed part of the film.

You always rewind it for him, so he'll still get to watch it.

[ask-bolin]

Hello! I’m hoppin in to request a lil something. 10000000% up to you, but I was wondering if you’d like to write a something about Bolin trying to help reader get with Korra? Is it secretly a self-insert? Yes. Do I care? No. -☀️

Author: You deserve a to be spoiled a little! Here you go!

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"Hello? Hellooo? Y/n, are you still with me?" Bolin's voice finally registered. "You looked like you were on a different planet for a second."

The source of your distraction was across the room, "Korra," you sighed quietly. Korra was spotting Mako while he was lifting weights.

"Yes, Korra," Bolin added, "that's who you've been talking about for the last hour. And I agree, you both would be great together!" Bolin was originally spotting you, but when he could tell you were crushing on Korra, he spent that time asking you about your feelings for her instead.

"I want to ask her out," you admitted, "but I don't even know how to start. Bolin, help me!" You added a little drama to your voice for effect.

"I've seen how she looks at you, I think she's onto you. But she hasn't been avoiding you or showing any signs of not feeling the same way," Bolin said to encourage you. "I'm betting she's waiting for you to get the courage to ask her directly!"

Bolin tried to help you come up with the best time and place to express your feelings, but got a little too enthusiastic. Soon, it turned into scheming more than just trying to find the right words to say. Bolin wasn't trying to cause any trouble, he just really thought you two would be happy together. Which caused you to get a little too excited, too, his energy was pretty infectious.

"...and that's when you take off the giant badger mole costume and- Ah! Korra!!" Bolin recomposed himself, "I mean, hey, Korra, what's up?"

Korra had just walked up to you and Bolin, wiping some sweat off of her forehead with the towel she had hanging around her shoulders. "How was your workout?" she asked.

You froze, distracted by the glow of her muscles fresh from lifting weights. Thankfully, Bolin had you covered.

"We had more of a brain workout!" Bolin realized that wasn't as clever as it sounded in his head, and winced, hoping not to have given you away before you were ready.

"Really? Well with all we go through, it's a good idea to stay sharp," Korra knew Bolin long enough to see through his excuse, but she laughed anyways. "Anyways, Y/n, do you want to get a post-workout smoothie?"

...Did you hear that right or did you somehow lose consciousness? Time stopped, your ears rang, and you floated out of your body!

Bolin went in for the save, "Yes! Y/n would love to get smoothies with you!"

You rejoined your body to see that Bolin was giving you a double thumbs up and a smile a mile wide. You turned to look at Korra, and quickly nodded your head 'yes'.

"Great! I'll catch up to you after we change, I can't wait!" Korra said, obviously looking forward to spending one-on-one time with you, then went off to get her things.

Bolin placed his arms behind his head in success, "I knew you could do it, Y/n."

[ffxvficrec]

by SelinaKuroneko "Angelgard is full of mysteries, it is said to contain magic and that creatures are born in its depths." From the first day she looked at the bay of Galdina, she never stopped tormenting her. Cereza then decided to take the royal vessel with his companions for a short tour on the sea and take a look at this island which contains many secrets. But she’s not ready for what she’ll find there in this place. Words: 1158, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 5 of Queen Blue Sky Sapphire Fandoms: Final Fantasy XV Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Reader , Original Lucis Caelum Character(s) , Cid Sophiar Relationships: Noctis Lucis Caelum & Reader , Reader & Other(s) , Chocobros (Final Fantasy XV) & Reader Additional Tags: Mentioned Noctis Lucis Caelum , Mentioned Prompto Argentum , Mentioned Ignis Scientia , Mentioned Gladiolus Amicitia , Mentioned Chocobros (Final Fantasy XV) , Reader-Insert , Friendship , Boats and Ships , Adventure , Caves , H2O: Just Add Water References , Mako Island (H2O: Just Add Water) , Mako Island Inspired , Crystal - Freeform , Sea , Angelguard Island , Necklaces , Oneshot , One Shot , One Shot Collection

[avengersfluff02]

Prompts are still open!

Hi,

This will be quick! I have so many hyper fixations, and one of them is H2O: Just Add Water, and Mako Mermaids right now, and I'm trying to get ideas for tickle fics for both shows (with, and/or without reader inserts). Any ideas would be appreciated for these or any other ideas that you have!

[rax-writes]

Worth The Wait

Fandom: Legend of Korra

Characters: Mako x Reader

Warnings: Smut

Notes: Y’all... I truly don’t know what it is about these LOK boys that is making me write again after two fucking years. But here we are. I hope you all enjoy this as much as I’m enjoying the will to write again. // Also, shoutout to my dear friend @henrysmorgan​ for prompting me with the trope: “friends training together but the sexual tension can be cut with a knife, and when one gets pinned under the other, they make out.” // Please feel free to send in requests for Mako and Iroh II if you’ve got ‘em! As per usual, I don’t guarantee that they’ll be written, due to my weak creativity / will to write, but I’m hoping some requests for them will help inspire me.

After meeting Mako and Bolin when you and the eldest brother were both twelve, you formed a close bond with the boys, the three of you all living as orphans in the streets of Republic City. You didn’t really have any friends before losing your family – none close enough to stick with you after you were forced into homelessness, that is – so their companionship was more than welcomed, and greatly appreciated. Being that they’d been at it longer than you, they taught you all kinds of ways to steal, trick, and hustle to make money, and they were always looking out for you – Mako especially. He had always been the most protective over you. He never failed to stand in between you and anyone threatening you (which happened relatively often, considering how often you guys stole stuff), he beat the crap out of your boyfriend that cheated on you when you were sixteen, and you’d never forget how he threw an absolute fit when you said you wanted to join them in working with the Triple Threat Triad. You were both twenty now, but his protectiveness remained the same.

The way Mako watched over you really did not help the crush on him that you’d harbored since the day you met him, but you constantly forced those romantic thoughts into the back of your mind, always telling yourself that he saw you as nothing more than a good friend.

Little did you know, the broody firebender felt the exact same way about you.

Coincidentally, it was Mako’s aforementioned protective nature that led to your current situation: standing together in Toza's gym, practicing your fighting skills.

“Remind me again why you’ve forced me to be here, in the morning on my day off?” you whined, adjusting the fingerless gloves on your hands.

“Look, I know this isn’t exactly the best way to spend a Saturday, but it feels like the world is getting more and more dangerous by the second. You’re a great bender, but you never got much practice with hand-to-hand, and it can come in handy sometimes, so I want to make sure to get you brushed up on it.”

“I never got much practice with it because you always fought everybody for me,” you quipped, crossing your arms and staring accusingly at Mako.

The white tank top he wore was quickly becoming your favorite attire of his. It kept his muscular arms free for your viewing pleasure, and the tight fabric clung to his toned torso. The slight sweat he’d worked up during your sparring session shone on his forehead, although he quickly wiped it away with the back of his arm.

Spirits, you really needed to stop thinking about your best friend like that.

“You know I’ve always got to protect my best girl,” Mako retorted, shooting you a small smile.

Well, he certainly wasn’t helping.

“Now, get into your fighting stance again,” Mako ordered, and you did as he bade you, fists up and ready.

The two of you stared at one another for a few moments, standing a few feet apart, unsure of who would be the first to make a move. Mako had been the first to initiate all of your previous scraps today, so you quickly decided to be the first to do so this time. It caught him a little off guard, as you’d hoped, as you swung at him. Nonetheless, Mako managed to miss your attack, moving to the side to dodge your fist, before swinging at you himself. You dodged that too, and took his outstretched arm as an opening, sweeping his legs out from under him with your foot. He landed on the mat with a loud thud and an “oof,” and you immediately began to laugh triumphantly.

“Ha! You’re a damn good fighter, Mako, but you have to admit –”

The sly devil used your own tactic against you before you could finish your gloating, using his leg to knock you off your feet, causing you to crash down on the mat just as he had, and he immediately straddled your waist and pinned your arms above your head.

“Admit what?” Mako inquired, his tone cocky as could be while a smirk formed on his lips. Honestly, you were too floored by the position you two were currently in to give an equally-witty comeback, as you normally would, so he continued. “Always make sure your opponent is actually down for the count. There’s a difference between knocking someone down and knocking someone out, and that difference could cost you your life if you’re not careful.”

“Got it,” you managed to respond, and you desperately hoped that he hadn’t noticed the breathlessness in your voice.

The sparring session had come to a close, and the conversation was over, but… Mako didn’t move. He remained situated above you, staring down at you with those beautiful amber eyes of his. His face was expressionless, as per usual, and although you could typically still read him, you found yourself unable to at that moment. You simply continued to stare at one another, and before you could speak, Mako suddenly leaned down and kissed you.

Stupefied beyond comprehension, you froze for a half second, before returning the kiss with fervor. It was equal parts passionate and sweet, and although you’d dreamt of this moment for nearly a decade, it was somehow better than you could have ever imagined.

Mako broke the kiss, leaning up a bit so he could look at you. Your eyes met again, and you noticed that this time, his pupils were dilated, and the way he stared at you seemed to be awe mixed with hunger.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a really, really long time,” he admitted.

“Me too. What took you so long?” you teased, and Mako grinned a little.

“I could ask you the same thing.”

“I was terrified of ruining our friendship if you didn’t return the feeling. Decided it wasn’t worth the risk,” you explained, and Mako nodded.

“That was what stopped me too. But I guess you never noticed all the times I failed miserably at hiding how I felt,” he stated, and your brows furrowed together with confusion. You definitely hadn’t ever noticed anything like that. “I couldn’t ever take my eyes off of you whenever you had to wear a skirt or tight slacks for work. My face would always get really red whenever you’d heal some of my wounds from pro-bending. And all the cold nights I’ve offered for you to share a bed with me wasn’t just out of kindness; it was honestly more so for selfish reasons.”

“Well… I guess you never noticed how I practically drool over you when you’re in your police uniform, or how it’s even worse when you’re wearing your workout clothes,” you retorted, sparing a glance down at his white tank top. “Also, I’m usually lying whenever I whine that I’m cold; I only do it because I know you’ll let me cuddle with you. And, while we’re making confessions: I didn’t insist on healing every little cut and scrape of yours because I was worried about you. That was just an excuse to touch you.”

“You’ve never needed to have an excuse to touch me,” Mako responded, and you noticed that his voice had gotten lower.

“Then unpin my hands and let me.”

With no hesitation, Mako did as you asked, and moved his hands to rest on either side of your head instead of on your wrists. In the blink of an eye, your hands darted into his hair and pulled him into another kiss. This one was far more hungry and desperate than the last, and after a few minutes, Mako rolled onto his back, pulling you on top of him in a position that mirrored his previous stance. With your legs on either side of him, you leaned down, your chests pressed against one another, and you held his face in your hands. His hands rested on your waist, before trailing up your back and into your hair. Impulsively, you pulled his bottom lip between your teeth for a moment, and the action caused him to grip a fistful of your hair at the base of your scalp, earning a loud moan from you.

A low growl came from deep in Mako’s throat upon hearing you, and he tightened his grip on your hair in an attempt to elicit another such sound from you. You instantly moved your hands to his shoulders, digging your nails into them as he pulled your hair, and you could feel a small smirk form on his lips. He flipped the two of you over again, except this time, he was situated between your legs, your thighs resting on his hips. Mako’s hand remained in your hair, cradling the back of your head, and his other hand gripped your waist. Opting to give him a taste of his own medicine, you tangled your fingers in his hair once again, before gripping his black locks to turn his head to the side and trail kisses and light nips down his throat. This earned a groan from him, and he couldn’t help but instinctively grind himself into you, the sensation causing you to gasp in pleasure.

Misunderstanding your reaction, Mako immediately pulled away from you to look down at you with worry in his eyes. “Is this okay? Just say the word and we can stop.”

“No, no. It’s more than okay,” you assured him, and he found his way to your lips once again.

Realizing that you’d daydreamed about something like this happening for years, you conceded that you should definitely take advantage of the experience. After spending so long admiring his body from afar, you began to run your hands down his shoulders and arms, feeling the strong muscles beneath your fingertips, and you couldn’t help the faint moan that escaped your lips as you allowed yourself to soak in just how attractive Mako truly was. Eventually, your explorative hands reached the hem of his tank top, and you tugged on it slightly, hinting at what you wanted but allowing him to decide if he was okay with it or not.

Taking the hint, Mako leaned up onto his knees and pulled that pesky article of clothing over his head, and tossed it to the side. You chose to follow suit, removing your own shirt, then your bra, and threw them away carelessly. Mako remained on his kneeling for a few moments, his hands on your thighs as you stared at one another with hungry eyes. The lights of the gymnasium illuminated his perfectly toned body, and you couldn’t help but stare. His fingers idly moved to grasp the hems of your pants and panties, but his eyes remained locked with yours, to gauge your reaction. When you gave him a small nod, he began removing the garments, and you lifted your hips up to allow them to be removed from your body and join the discarded pile of clothing nearby. Mako quickly stood and took off his sweatpants, leaving both of you completely naked aside from his boxers, before he rejoined you on the gym mat.

Mako returned to his previous position, on his knees between your legs. One arm wrapped around your waist to hold your body firmly against his, and the other hand cradling the back of your head, also enabling him to remain propped up on his elbow. He kissed you again, hard and urgent, and occasionally, your tongues met in the middle, which only made the kiss more desperate. Mako began trailing kisses down your cheek, along your jaw, down your neck, and finally, to your chest. He did all of this slowly, to allow you time to stop him if you wished, but truthfully, you only wished for him to pick up the pace. He then wrapped his lips around the sensitive peak of your breast, the hand that had been around your waist coming up to grope the other. You had half a mind to be embarrassed by the loud moan that fell from your lips, but the other half couldn’t be bothered to care.

After a short while of that bliss, Mako’s hand began trailing down your body as his mouth preoccupied itself with your other breast, palm flat against your skin, before it stopped on your hip, so achingly close to the spot you needed him most. He removed his lips from your breast to gaze up at you, curiosity and desire in his golden irises.

“Is it okay if I…?”

“Yes. Please. Yes.”

You didn’t miss the little smirk that formed on his lips, and your response was all he needed to move his fingers down to your sex, gliding through those lower lips before moving upward to your clit. Mako began rubbing small, precise circles over the sensitive spot, as your eyes rolled back in your head and you let out a long, low moan.

“You’re so wet, baby. Is that all because of me? You been craving this for as long as I have?”

His words brought you somewhere between cloud nine and a burning, raging inferno of desire. Mako had never referred to you by a pet name before, so that plus his dirty talking left you breathless. All you could do was moan once again, but it was cut off by a gasp as his fingers moved downward, and his middle digit sank into you.

Mako groaned and lowered his head to your shoulder. “Spirits, you’re tight.... You’ll be the death of me.”

You were immensely grateful that he didn’t expect a response from you, because you certainly couldn’t have managed one, as his finger began pumping in and out of you. Mako’s pace was slow at first, but he eventually added his ring finger, and all the while, you were rendered a whimpering, moaning, writhing mess beneath him. Eventually, you felt the tell-tale tension in your lower belly, and as you grew louder and your nails began to dig into his skin from their place on his shoulders, Mako put two and two together to determine that you were close to your climax. He moved his fingers even faster, curling them upwards slightly to reach that oh-so-special spot deep inside you, and you were done for. With a string of curses and moans, you came undone, and Mako allowed you a moment to come down from your high before removing his fingers from your core.

Your eyes were still shut as you tried to catch your breath, before you finally looked up and realized Mako had removed his boxers. His length was impressive, and not that you got around much, but it was definitely the best looking one you’d seen. Mako leaned down to bring you into a kiss, and you could feel his member gliding teasingly through your folds. He then grabbed your leg under your knee and held it against his hip, positioning his tip at your entrance, before breaking the kiss to look at you.

“I love you.”

His statement was simple, yet it left you in a brief daze. Right then, through all the heat of the moment, his eyes held nothing but love and sincerity. You had fallen for him a long time ago, and not once looked back, yet you never expected to hear him say what you’d always felt. Hell, you never expected the current events to be transpiring, yet here you were.

“I love you too, Mako.”

With that, he sank into you, and a deep gasp escaped you, as Mako let out a long, deep groan and dropped his head onto your shoulder once again.

“Fuck, you feel a thousand times better than I’d ever imagined,” he whispered, his voice a lower octave than usual, and deliciously rough. You realized that this meant he’d had perverse daydreams about you before, just as you had about him.

“Same to you,” you responded, and he let out a small, breathy chuckle against your skin.

Your mind was then immediately elsewhere, as Mako finally began to move, in slow, deep strokes. The hand beneath your head abruptly grabbed a fistful of hair, just as he began increasing speed, and you moaned incredibly loud, earning a soft groan in response from Mako. He moved both of your calves to his shoulders, and held them there by moving both arms to the back of your head, each grabbing their own handfuls of hair. You outright screamed then, your hands gripping his forearms desperately.

“Mako – fuck – yes, please, just like that! Don’t stop!”

“Anything you want, baby,” Mako said, and you could hear the grin in his voice without even having to see it. He began thrusting even harder, leaning down to lock you in a searing kiss, and the stretch in your thighs from it felt amazing.

True to his word, Mako kept at it, pounding you into the mat at a delectably swift pace. How he felt inside you was indescribable, and he was angled perfectly to hit your g-spot with every thrust. Just as his hands got another tight grip on your hair, you came once again, his name falling from your lips in a scream so loud it made your throat ache.

Mako’s release wasn’t far behind, seemingly aided by you screaming his name, as his hips began to stutter and he let out a growl, before he pulled out to finish on your stomach.

Mako flopped onto his back on the mat beside you, breathing heavily, just as you were. Still staring up at the ceiling, he reached out and held your hand, lacing his fingers with yours and giving it a squeeze.

After a couple minutes, when both of you had finally caught your breaths, Mako rolled onto his side to kiss you, before standing to throw on his boxers and grab a nearby towel. You held out your hand to take it from him, but he ignored you and dropped to one knee beside you, and cleaned his mess off of you himself. You smiled warmly at him, then he kissed your forehead, and gathered up your clothes and returned them to you. The two of you dressed in peaceful silence, before Mako pulled you into an embrace and kissed you tenderly.

“I love you, Mako.”

“I love you too,” he stated, his smile brighter than you’d ever seen.

“Want to go grab lunch?”

“Sure, as long as it’s somewhere quick,” he said matter-of-factly.

“Why?”

“Because I’m dying to do that gain,” Mako reasoned, jerking a thumb in the direction of the mat, where the two of you had been tangled together about ten minutes prior.

You laughed, despite the fact that he was clearly serious – and despite the fact that you agreed with him. So, the two of you left the gym in search of a ‘quick’ bite, hand in hand, both of you feeling far happier than either of you had in a long, long time.