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cinnaminsvga · 5 years ago

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intermission • v | moonshine

→ summary: When the love letter you wrote and submitted as an assignment is leaked to the entirety of your university, it becomes a race against time to dispel rumours and convince the seven suspected muses of the poem that they aren’t the subject before anyone realises that you are the author. Easy, right? Well… maybe not as easy as you think.

→ pairing: bts x reader (feat. jihope + seokjin) → genre: college!au, crack, fluff, angst → warnings: homoerotic tension (?), delulu shippers, seokjin is a nosy motherfucker (as per usual) → words: 7.3K → a/n: it’s been,, ten million years,, sorry to my fox rain readers but let’s just say my brain has been a smoothie for a while but now!! it is still a smoothie but perhaps a little chunkier ;w; anyway, we love jihope in this household,, and seokjin,, is seokjin,, we love him too

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In a small studio apartment somewhere close to your university campus, notoriously handsome and oh-so-talented Kim Seokjin wakes up in cold sweat, his heart beating a mile a second and a chill running down his spine. “There’s been a disturbance in the force,” he mutters lowly to himself, a drop of sweat making its way down his razor-sharp jaw.

He had been in the midst of a wondrous dream wherein he, the universe’s protagonist, was being showered with praise and adoration after the sensational debut of his autobiographical documentary. Men and women alike were at his feet, peppering his heaven-sent toesies with the worship that he deserves. Everyone was there, even you had been there, his self-declared rival! But just as you were about to reach the head of the line, lips puckered and ready to go, Seokjin was ripped away from his kissies without warning.

You, of course, were not the reason for his mind-bending, earth-shattering, cock-jizzing premature arousal from his slumber. No –– Kim Seokjin does not wake up prematurely, for every moment of his life is a beacon of perfection. Only events of the most catastrophic order were able to wake him up from his slumber, so whatever cosmic force caused him to awaken must’ve been no joke. He had to take this seriously, as it might mean thousands of lives were at stake.

Seokjin jumps to his feet with a flourish, his entire body oozing grace, so much so that it would make any grown ballerina cry. He rushes to unplug his phone from its charger, unlocking it and immediately going to search through his social media accounts. As he scans through the tweets and posts, his well-trained eye sifts through the dreary and the mundane, his only intent to find whatever it is that might forewarn him of a natural disaster.

His follower count is stable. His engagement graphs show that his posts are at an all-time high. To any other novice, this might have been a sign that his gut feeling had been nothing but a fluke. Surely, nothing is wrong in the universe? But no, Seokjin is not some mere amateur! He wouldn’t be as successful at being a prick celebrity social media influencer if he didn’t have the reflexes that he did. He has to keep searching and pick out any little thing that might indicate that something was amiss.

It takes a hot minute (three hours to be exact) for Seokjin to find it, but he does. And oh, his intuition had been right: this was a level nine catastrophe. To give you an understanding of what that might mean, then here’s some context to scale: a level eight catastrophe would be if you ever found that he might have had a crush on you when you first met each other; a level ten catastrophe would be if Kim Seokjin lost all his followers overnight and was forced to relinquish his title as an Instagram baddie. So yes, level nine was dire, if not almost life-threatening.

The evidence?

...

To the untrained eye, it might look like nothing. But to a delulu devoted JiHope stan? This was a living nightmare.

Oh god, the signs are all there! The context, the timestamps, the emojis… They all made sense in Seokjin’s complicated maze of a mind. Like a seasoned detective, he’s able to connect all the dots to make a valid hypothesis that yes, JiHope is in danger of breaking up*.

[Addendum: Please note that JiHope has never dated before. Kim Seokjin is a lunatic and the constraints of reality do not apply to those of his kind. Please read the rest of this report with that in mind. Noted by: Min Yoongi.]

“FUCK!” he exclaims (with feeling), dropping to his knees as he cries (with feeling). The signs are all there: something is causing a rift between his two favorite homos* from staying together and he, as the chosen one, must do something to save them before it’s too late.

[Addendum: Well, technically he’s right, but Jimin is bisexual at the very least, but that’s a matter of semantics… But that’s pretty much as “factual” as Kim Seokjin is ever going to get, so let’s take that as a blessing. Noted by: Min Yoongi (again).]

He can’t jump headfirst into this madness, however. He needs a plan; not only did it need to be foolproof, but it also had to be undeniably fabulous and downright heinous. Seokjin never did see himself as the morally right hero from those dreary Marvel comic books despite the allure of their skintight spandex and ostentatious capes. No–– Seokjin is of a higher calling, one where the hero needs to pull his dirtiest tricks in order to save the day.

Which is why Seokjin finds no error in his ways when he decides to stalk Jimin and Hoseok throughout their day, trying to pinpoint which clogs in his JiHope machine need oiling and lubing.

Nothing is ever too much for Kim Seokjin. In fact, he’ll go out of his way to follow them to their homes if he has to, but luckily (for Jimin and Hoseok), he doesn’t need to go that far. In fact, it’s a downright fucking miracle that his intuition from this morning had been correct, made apparent by hour ten (10) of his stalking misadventures:

It’s nearing five in the afternoon. Kim Seokjin’s patience and determination has been put to the test before, but never like this. He could never ever imagine himself setting foot in this damned place, what with its overflowing abundance of knowledge, nerds, and public displays of integrity. He nearly gagged the moment he took one step in the library, and not even the thought of seeing Jimin and Hoseok together was enough to settle the bile climbing up his throat.

To make matters worse, you were there too. Not that Seokjin particularly cares (he does) that you are, but there is something… annoying about seeing you just sitting there, teaching Hoseok like it was normal*.

[Addendum: It is fucking normal. As per usual, Kim Seokjin is a dipshit who has never worked a day in his life and does not understand the notion of helping others study for their courses. To this day, I can’t understand how he’s passing his classes, though I’m kind of afraid of finding out how. Some things are better left… unsolved. Noted by: Min “I’m-not-paid-enough-for-this” Yoongi.]

He had been busy following Jimin around before this, but he was forced to change targets when one of his adoring fans had distracted him while asking for an autograph, causing him to lose track of Jimin entirely. It was of little consequence, however, given that he knows that Jimin was also going to be tutored by you later on anyway, so he just hopes that Jimin doesn’t do something stupid while he’s out of sight for the time being.

Normally, he’d try to find out where Jimin was going next, but the hardest part about following Jimin is that he didn’t have a fixed schedule like Hoseok did. Even Seokjin didn’t quite understand what Jimin was majoring in, and he prides himself in knowing every single detail of both their lives. But for now, it didn’t matter; at least Seokjin was left with one schedule to follow, so it made sense to just let Jimin be and go to wherever Hoseok was probably at the moment.

When Seokjin had finally located him walking out of his last class, Hoseok hadn’t appeared all that different from his usual demeanor. A bit dazed maybe, but that could be brushed off due to the essay he had to cram for that morning (a fact that Seokjin had learned through various connections). He walks lazily to the nearby library where he would be meeting you, and with a heavy heart, Seokjin follows suit.

You were already there when the two of them arrive. Seokjin is lucky when your eyes train automatically on Hoseok, ignoring him completely. In any other scenario, Seokjin would’ve felt incredibly scorned by this. He would’ve immediately stomped over to where you sat, making sure to announce his presence to you and everyone else within a fifty-foot radius. But today was not an ordinary day, so Seokjin is forced to hold his tongue and save his bitchin’ for another day. And so, he quietly slinks away to a seat a few tables away, his contemptuous aura causing all the previously seated students to vacate the table in a rush.

Much to his chagrin, it feels like Seokjin has just wasted an hour as he watches the two of you being productive (Seokjin lets out a shudder), not even bothering to film your tutoring session due to how little information he was getting. The only point of interest is how pissed off you seem, though it’s not like Seokjin has ever witnessed you in any other state anyway. He watches as Hoseok’s sunny disposition slowly chips away at your foul mood, and to his awe and surprise, sees you crack a smile just as the hour was about to pass.

It isn’t like that was important to Seokjin, though. So what if he noticed that you were happier with Hoseok around? It’s not every day that Seokjin catches you in a good mood (and he reluctantly admits that it’s always nice to see you smiling, even if his presence unfailingly causes a deep-set frown to appear on your lips.)

That was of little importance, he told himself.

Seokjin had hoped that when Hoseok’s tutoring session would end that he might manage to see him and Jimin cross paths. Unfortunately, it seems like Hoseok has other plans as he quickly shuffles his things into his bag, looking apologetic as he waves a hasty goodbye to you. You and Seokjin gaze at the empty spot he has left in his wake, both of you knowing even without Hoseok’s admittance that this rift between him and Jimin was far deeper than either of you had imagined.

Seeing Hoseok so skittish has a terrible effect on one’s psyche, and Seokjin feels despair growing in the pit of his stomach at what might be an unsalvageable situation for the JiHope community.

“Nonsense!” his inner-voice (that suspiciously sounds like you) chastises, whacking him with a proverbial rolled-up newspaper. “There is no such thing as unsalvageable when it comes to the magnificent Kim Seokjin!”

“You’re right,” Seokjin says (out loud), slamming his fists on the table. The jittery librarian’s assistant by the front desk jumps up in surprise, but Seokjin pays him no mind.

Seokjin is so immersed by his own internal monologue that he doesn’t notice the aforementioned librarian’s assistant leave his station with a small handwritten note clutched tightly in his hand. Seokjin also doesn’t notice when he speaks to you with pink dusting the apples of his cheeks before returning to his desk, sans note*.

[Addendum: I’M SO MAD WHY DOESN’T ANYONE NOTICE FUCKING JUNGKOOK??? NEXT TIME I SEE SEOKJIN IT’S ON FUCKING SIGHT HOW DARE HE NOT SEE MY LIL BABY WALK TO HIS ***** AND FULFIL ALL MY HOPES AND DREAMS? I’M GONNA KILL YOU KIM SEOKJIN! (Angrily) Noted by: Min Yoongi.]

It doesn’t take long for Jimin to arrive, and he’s kind of hard to miss with how loud his entrance is. Seokjin nods in approval as the younger enters the drab library with an astounding flourish, complete with his hair gently flowing in the (nonexistent) wind and hips swaying to the (nonexistent) beat.

None of this out of the ordinary, especially with how unfazed the general library populace was to Jimin’s commotion. What is a little different, however, is the beaming, oversaturated, downright diabetic smile on his face, complete with his signature eyes creased into their cute little crescents.

It isn’t that Jimin wasn’t a naturally sunny person; on the contrary, his kind and gregarious personality is what drew Seokjin into shipping him with Hoseok in the first place. But there was something about this level of overflowing giddiness that is a bit… disconcerting, for lack of a better word.

Even you appeared to be dumbstruck by Jimin’s odd mood. You squint curiously at Jimin, taking his worksheets from his hands without another word. Seokjin covertly takes out his phone to pretend to take a selfie, but proceeds to tape the whole tutoring session for him to review later that night. He strains his ears to try and catch the bits and pieces of your conversation with Jimin, but he’s left high and dry when he realizes that you were the type who actually liked to whisper at the library, further foiling his plans.

“Dammit,” he mutters to himself, hastily shoving his “textbooks” into his sling bag as he moves to a table slightly closer to the two of you. He doesn’t bother unpacking them again on the table, foregoing the pretense that he was actually there to “study” when in fact he had goals much loftier than those of an ordinary university student.

He carefully adjusts his camera, trying his best to stay out of your and Jimin’s view. He cranes his head forward as far as he can, face crumpling (handsomely) from the strain.

Seokjin had missed it when he was busy relocating to his better position, but it seems like you had finally gotten fed up with Jimin’s strange behavior. He only sees Jimin look shocked by your irritability, but that quickly fades away as his previously dopey smile comes back at full force. Knowing you, your eye is probably twitching right now, but Seokjin attributes that to the stick permanently stuck up your ass.

“It’s, umm…” Jimin looks extremely bashful all of a sudden, and Seokjin makes sure to zoom in on his face for better analysis later. There’s a slight pause, and both you and Seokjin wait for Jimin to continue. “Do you know… uh…” He takes a deep breath, blushing all the while. “Y/N, you know Lee Sera, right?”

Since you’re faced away from Seokjin, he doesn’t get to see what type of reaction you might be sporting on your face. He has a guess though, and that’s mostly because he already knows what Lee Sera means to you.

Seokjin only just saw the forum post this morning when he was going through his social media. Since he was one of the only people who actually knew you were the author, he’d known from the get-go that Lee Sera had probably written that post revealing herself as the author as a way to get easy clout. Nothing annoyed Seokjin more than people getting more famous than him, so he was honestly a strongly-worded call-out post away from revealing the truth to the masses, but was eventually stopped by the thought of your desperate face from days ago.

As much as Seokjin was a slut for drama, even he isn’t that mean. He can be mean in other ways, such as by putting an ugly filter on your face as he continues to videotape you without your consent. Case in point:

“What?” you say, almost shouting. Unbeknownst to you, there is a pooping baby currently superimposed on your forehead. The film looks shaky at best, but that’s all because of how hard Seokjin is shaking from trying not to laugh.

“Do you know if she likes anyone?” he replies, still dreamy. The AR pooping baby is also on his head, but Jimin manages to pull the look off.

Seokjin waits for your explosion to come, but he underestimates your self-control because he completely misses the next few words you say from how calmly and quietly you speak, though he only imagines that you must be on the way to a mental breakdown soon enough.

The calm before the storm, Seokjin thinks giddily to himself. He could always post your mental breakdown on Youtube for a couple thousand views. C’mon… let’s go viral, baby!

Jimin watches you eagerly from the sides and waits for your response, but you’re too busy short-circuiting right in front of him to give one. Seokjin almost feels sorry for you, but he’s too busy trying not to burst into laughter as it is. God, you’re such a fucking sad mess.

Lucky for you, your timer goes off to signal the end of your tutoring session, and Seokjin notices the way your shoulders slacken with relief. And Jimin seems to have forgotten all about his query because he’s started to pack his things already, humming softly to himself. Once he finishes, he pulls out his phone to read something on his screen, tapping away through his social media as he waits for you to say goodbye.

You’re too busy packing away your own things that you don’t notice when Jimin’s eyes begin to bug out, his mouth dropping and his nostrils flaring with the intensity of his breathing. When he scrolls a little bit further down, he lets out a sharp gasp, catching you and Seokjin off guard.

Jimin has just seen the post, didn’t he? Either that, or he saw porn on his timeline, though Seokjin doesn’t think that would excite Jimin as much as the former would. You seem to guess the same, judging by how stiff you become at his exclamation.

“Y/N! Y/N, she–– she’s––!”

Your fight or flight instincts activate, and Seokjin has to scramble after you as you powerwalk out of the library, desperate to get away from Jimin and his revelation. Unfortunately, you’re not entirely in your best shape right now, so it would be an absolute miracle if you were ever to outpace Park “abs of steel” Jimin. Jimin continues to titter beside you, unaware of the waves of tension running rivers down your form.

“She’s amazing, isn’t she? And she’s so humble to have kept quiet about the whole thing, too. Wah, she’s so…” Seokjin hears Jimin say, and he has to stop himself from snorting at how blatantly love blind Jimin seems to be. Seokjin isn’t anywhere near as good as you when it comes to writing (though he hates to admit it), but even he knows that Lee Sera isn’t as capable as you are. Jimin must really be a sucker for bitches in tight skirts and basic nude pumps because honestly… Why have the knock-off when you can have real Gucci?*

[Addendum: Hey it’s me again… Just wanted to say… Why is Seokjin lowkey kinda making me wanna ship him with Y/N… This is for real weird… Stop this… I’m scared… Noted by: Confused Min Yoongi.]

“I never really paid it much attention, but now that I’m rereading the poem… she’s so talented.” Jimin continues to gush, and you look half a second away from painting the walls with your vomit. Your head is bowed, so you don’t notice when the library doors open and a student in a loose white shirt and flowy black pants enters, looking as far removed from the environment as Seokjin did. “It’s no wonder it blew up so much, she’s such a gifted––”

“Who’s such a gifted what?” the new intruder asks. Kim Taehyung stops right in front of you in all his indie glory, and the sudden apparition of another of one of your “muses” must have frayed your unraveling mind even further. Seokjin is already turning his camera to your face with a dramatic pan left zoom, the pooping baby filter still on your head. It slips a turd onto your grimacing face.

Jimin, ever the sweet himbo, has already forgotten about you and instead rushes over to Taehyung with the news. “Tae! The author of that poem you’re always raging about––”

Seokjin watches with interest as Taehyung elbows Jimin strongly in the gut, a strong blush coating his cheeks.

Jimin continues, undeterred. “The author of the poem, it’s Lee Sera! I know I always ignored you when you talked about it, but now…” Seokjin has already stopped listening in favor of watching the way Taehyung’s expression slowly morphs from bashful embarrassment to careful indifference. His eyebrows raise even further when Taehyung’s gaze sweeps towards you, unwavering despite the animated prattlings of his best friend beside him.

Inch-resting… Inch-resting indeed…

Seokjin leaves then, not wanting to be caught by any of you as he slinks away unseen. He stops his recording, an array of thoughts swimming through his head as he tries to piece together the puzzle in front of him. He’ll need to follow you, Jimin, and Hoseok again, and he knows in the pit of his stomach that the tsunami is fast approaching.

x x x x x

And so, Seokjin follows the three of you around like a parasite, waiting for any of you to drop the ball on him. It’s the next Monday now, and he’s still not any closer to witnessing the “climax” of his JiHope prophecy. While he is aware that Lee Sera is undoubtedly going to be the catalyst for breaking his ult ship, he can’t exactly fix the problem unless something wrong happens first.

Of course, he could always slip a laxative into Sera’s disgusting tummy tea when she isn’t looking, but Seokjin finished using all of them up when he slipped them into your breakfast a few weeks ago. Plus, drinking tummy tea is punishment enough, so he’ll hold his punches for now.

Seokjin has a strong feeling that today is going to be the day where something finally shifts. He doesn’t know why he thinks this, though he likes to tell himself it’s a God-given gift of JiHope senses, but he digresses.

He’s starting to lose hope in his trusty JiHope senses, however, when he watches another fruitless tutoring session between you and Hoseok. Man, if not for the fact that Seokjin was a delulu JiHope shipper, he’d totally be the type to shove Hoseok down the toilet in middle school. That dude… he’s too smart and studious for him, and Seokjin is always threatened by anyone who can get a score above 4 in an exam.

Hoseok leaves in a rush as per usual, and Seokjin has since figured out that it wasn’t because the English major was keen on rushing back home to jack off. Hoseok’s eyes search around frantically as he exits the library, like he’s afraid of running into a certain someone. It causes Seokjin’s grip on his pencil prop to tighten, so much so that he snaps it in half when he sees it happen for the third session in a row.

The situation in the JiHope fandom is much worse than he can ever imagine, and Seokjin resolves himself to fix it no matter what. He’ll even ask you for help, if worst comes to worst.

Hoseok practically leaves a dust trail in his wake, hurriedly vacating the premises just as you say goodbye. Just as Hoseok leaves, Jimin enters the scene with his signature bubbly laughter echoing through the rows of shelves. Seokjin turns his head towards the sound, but he can feel something is amiss already. There’s… someone with him.

I can smell the cheap drug store perfume all the way from here. Seokjin sneers to himself, crinkling his nose as the sound of another pair of footfalls confirms his suspicions right away. When he turns to look at you, the look of utter rage and disbelief on your face is almost enough to make him forget about the horrendous stench of Lee Sera.

Sera tears herself away from Jimin when she catches sight of you, and Seokjin’s heart clenches when he sees the utter look of confusion replacing the grin on Jimin’s face. She was just draped over Jimin’s arm a few seconds ago, but the complete 180 definitely must have bewildered the poor lovesick fool.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out that Lee Sera craved the attention she was being given after coming out as the “author” of the poem, though Seokjin finds her neediness distasteful. As someone who loved being in the limelight, Seokjin didn’t go around taking other people’s credit for his success! Clearly, he was the better one (as he always is in any situation).

Anyway, point stands: you look like you’re about to shit yourself from anger. Seokjin isn’t really listening to the conversation between the two of you, instead focusing on both of your body languages. Sera is playing the role of the remorseful peasant, begging for reconciliation from you, the ireful landlady who refuses to watch another second of her quivering lip.

It’s all very dramatic. Even though Seokjin is mostly recording the fight for analysis purposes, he’s probably going to keep the video for archival purposes as well. The rage, the hurt, the chaos… Seokjin could turn this entire narrative into its own wildly popular musical! He would obviously play himself as the omnipotent, all-seeing jack-of-all-trades, and you’d probably be played by some hag he can cast from the street. Seokjin can almost feel the Tony award jutting up his ass.

Slap! Seokjin jerks to attention and his dreams of his musical fade as he watches, slack-jawed, at the aftermath of your rage. The sound reverberates so loudly that Seokjin feels his ears ringing. In his surprise, he instinctively turns off his camera, ready to go and join stop the fight. Before he can take a step forward, however, a whirlwind shoves past him in a blur, but Seokjin already knows from his lean form that Hoseok had come to intervene. Seokjin hadn’t even noticed the lilac-haired boy was still around the library, but it doesn’t matter now that he’s here to save the day like the bishounen protagonist that he is.

Hoseok holds you back, but it does nothing to quell your anger. “How could you say that to him!” you cry, arms struggling to free themselves from Hoseok to throttle Sera. You look a bit like a rabid animal, teeth bared as you squirm in Hoseok’s hold.

To the side, Jimin chokes up in silence. He’s begun to regain his senses, limbs shifting as he prepares to escape. Seokjin doesn’t miss the shine in his eyes, tears forming and threatening to fall. He turns on his feel, high-tailing out of there without another word.

Hoseok says something into your ear and you nod mindlessly in response. He lets you go, watches as you chase after Jimin. His jaw is set, fists clenched by his sides, but he doesn’t make a move to follow. He takes one last look at Sera’s bamboozled expression, tuts angrily to himself, and walks away in the opposite direction.

Seokjin is speechless.

What the fuck was that? Seokjin isn’t a stranger to the current happenings of your sad love heptagon, or whatever the fuck you want to call it. It probably could have been solved much sooner if you just confessed to him already, but he can’t say he doesn’t enjoy the drama*.

[Addendum: She literally does not have a crush on Seokjin. If she did, I’d block her immediately. I didn’t raise Y/N for her to fall in love with this psychopath. PLEASE. Signed: Min Yoongi.]

No, Seokjin isn’t confused about the whole Sera thing. What he’s more confused about is why Hoseok isn’t going to comfort his boyfriend lover homie like he’s supposed to! Something must have caused a rift in their friendship, and Seokjin is determined to find out and fix this mess once and for all! There’s no need to fear for Seokjin is here!*

[Addendum: “Hallelujah!” said no one ever. I hate this dude. Noted by: Min Yoongi.]

x x x x x

After spending an inexcusable amount of time planning and plotting later that night, Seokjin comes to campus early the next day to put his incredibly profound plan into motion. Lucky for Seokjin, he’s equipped with a myriad of skills that go beyond that of acting and being a nuisance, so it comes as no surprise that he’s quite handy with Photoshop. He uses his Amazing Incredible Fantastic Photoshop skillz to their limits to print out a dozen or so fake posters for a new dance exhibition on Saturday.

Why? Because Seokjin is a genius of course! He knows for certain that Jimin will want to attend the exhibition to cheer himself up after the whole Sera debacle. He always did like watching the university’s dance club from the windows, always wistfully looking but never joining even though he COULD dance if he WANTED to but of course he wouldn’t! Because his beloved Hoseokie-hyung wouldn’t be there to be his partner and it’s all very sad and romantic, yadayadayada… Long story short, Seokjin is whipped for this BL trope and he will die on this hill if he has to!

However, Hoseok is going to be a bit harder to bait... He’d never be caught dead attending a dance exhibition, so Seokjin has to scavenge the last remaining brain cells he has to think of an event that Hoseok would want to go to. He settles on making a fake poster for a book signing by Pi Ness Hughman that is “mandatory” for all English Literature majors to attend. He even goes the whole way and makes a spoof e-mail to send to Hoseok, and no, Seokjin will not be explaining how he did that because he might be bordering on being a criminal, but that doesn’t mean he wants other people to be criminals too. That’s just how great of a person he is!

And what does any of this have to do with anything? Well… He’s going to lock them together inside a classroom and hope that they solve their differences there. Is Seokjin certain that his plan is going to work? Not at all. Is it more likely to use this as an excuse to get inspiration for his upcoming 100K slow burn enemies to lover fic that he’s been planning on starting? Absolutely.

Point of the matter is that Team Kim Seokjin never loses, and he’ll still end up on top even if everything goes to shit, and that is honestly all that matters.

Seokjin proceeds with his plan, going as smoothly as he can. He places the posters around areas that he is sure the duo would pass by. He also makes sure to accidentally “misplace” other posters and advertisements on the cork board that might serve as distractions, but you didn’t hear that from him. He watches stealthily from the shadows, carefully keeping track of their movements to make sure that they see the posters and that everything goes according to keikaku*.

[Addendum: Hey, it’s Yoongi again. I just wanted to say that I saw Seokjin when he was doing this because I caught him taking down some of the ads near my residence, and let me just say that his version of “making sure they see his fake posters” is literally just shoving the papers in their faces and then running away as soon as he can. So, I guess he did succeed on what he aimed to do, but was it moral? Was it just? Well, dear reader… I’m leaving that judgment up to you. (Tiredly) Noted by: Min Yoongi.]

It’s Saturday afternoon and Seokjin has just finished setting up his “trap” when he hears footsteps approaching where he was. He quickly jumps inside a nearby utility closet, keeping the door ajar to observe the upcoming interaction. Seokjin doesn’t even need to look to know that it’s Hoseok who has arrived first, always notoriously strict when it comes to scheduled meetings. He begins to worry, realizing belatedly that Jimin is the exact opposite of Hoseok when it comes to things like this, and while that makes for a good fanfic couple trope, it doesn’t really help Seokjin in this case.

He watches Hoseok peek into the classroom, brows scrunched in confusion as he must wonder why nobody seems to be at the supposed book signing. He snatches the poster from inside his satchel, squinting at the meeting details that should say that his class was supposed to meet at this very much abandoned classroom in the Law building. For how smart Hoseok is, he certainly didn’t question the sketchiness of the venue that Seokjin had chosen.

Hoseok taps his shoes against the linoleum floor, lips pursed as he debates on what to do. Just as Seokjin is about to blow his cover and just shove Hoseok into the classroom himself, a loud bang resounds from the end of the hall. They both flinch, looking over to see a head of red hair zooming towards them.

Jimin is dressed haphazardly in a ripped jean jacket and comically short shorts – you wouldn’t be able to tell what season it was based on his clothes alone. He looks like he’d just jumped out of bed, what with the noticeable drool stain still caked around his chin. He grinds to a halt in front of the classroom, breathing heavily through his mouth and still not yet aware of the company he has found himself with.

“Jimin? What the fuck?” Hoseok exclaims, staring incredulously at him. Jimin finally looks up, pausing in his heavy breathing to stare back.

He straightens up, pointing an accusing finger at the elder. “GASP! What are you doing here?”

Hoseok points his own finger. “Did you just say ‘gasp’ in real life?”

“I asked you first!”

“I asked you second!”

“Well,” Hoseok coughs awkwardly, gesturing to the empty classroom mindlessly. “I’m supposed to be here for a book signing, but I feel like I got a fake ad by accident.”

“Hah! Foolish of you,” Jimin snorts, nose high in the air. He procures his own fake poster from his short pockets, presenting it to Hoseok. “You must be Miss Steak Anne, because this classroom is supposed to be where a dance exhibition is being held. I knew you wanted to watch them dance! You’re just trying to cover up your embarrassment!”

“What?” Hoseok splutters, snatching the poster from his hands. He reads it, narrowing his eyes at Seokjin’s masterpiece of deception. “Dude. The poster is fake too. They spelled ‘dance’ like ‘dunce.’”

Jimin takes it back, slack-jawed when he sees that Hoseok was right. “What the fuck,” he says. He groans, smacking himself in the face. “I’m the foolish one now!”

Before Hoseok can retort, Seokjin chooses that moment to burst forth from his hiding place. “Hello, boys!” he greets, not waiting for a response. The two boys jump in surprise, but they don’t even have time to scream before Seokjin promptly shoves them into the classroom. He clicks the lock in place, grateful that he scouted this place during his first year in case he’d ever need somewhere to lock his unsuspecting classmates in*.

[Addendum: Me. It was me. He locked me in there when I told him JiHope was the worst ship on campus. Y/NKook for life! Noted by: Min Yoongi.]

“Hey! Let us out!” Jimin yells from behind the door, his tiny fists banging uselessly against the door. Seokjin cackles maniacally from the outside, doing a funny dance through the frosted glass window.

“Not until you guys fix whatever angst bullshit you have going on! I’ll be back in an hour. Until then, homos!” Seokjin singsongs, skipping away from the mess he created. But not to worry, dear readers, for Seokjin had planted microphones all over the classroom in advance so that we may all be privy to the ensuing drama/hotness courtesy of JiHope! Oh, how incredibly big-brained of him! The following is a transcript of the aforementioned recording because, as you know, Seokjin always wins.

Transcript by Min Yoongi:*

[Addendum: Paid-slash-blackmailed, by the way. I would never do this willingly. He knows too much about me… It’s sickening but also he offered to buy me chicken nuggets and I’d be an idiot to decline that. Anyway, here’s this pile of shit. Noted by: Min Yoongi.]

[0:00] *heavy banging from Jimin’s tiny baby fists*

[0:10] Jimin: Ugh, this shit BLOWS! *proceeds to stomp around like a baby before sliding to the ground with a thud*

[0:20] Hoseok: Well, it could be worse. We could have been kidnapped by a serial killer.

[0:25] Jimin: I’m pretty sure Kim Seokjin categorizes as one, but go off.

[0:30] Hoseok: *grumbling* I’m just trying to lighten the mood.

[0:35] Jimin: Oh wow, thanks soooo much. This is all your fault, by the way. Can’t believe your dumbass got bamboozled by Seokjin.

[0:40] Hoseok: How the fuck is this my fault? You were fooled too! And will you stop sitting like that? I can see everything with how short your shorts are.

[0:45] Jimin: Oh, and now you’re going to police how I dress? Bitch, people would be honored to see my nuts! They’re prized nuts!

[0:50] Hoseok: *snorts* Sure, if you say so.

[0:55] *there is a short pause and you can hear Jimin’s heavy breathing* Jimin, mumbling: Taehyung says my nuts are great…

[1:00] Hoseok: Well, Taehyung is an idiot. He probably says that shit to everybody.

[1:05] Jimin: *gasps* TAKE THAT BACK! HE’S MY FUCKING SOULMATE!”

[1:10] Hoseok: Oh, he’s your soulmate, is he? Guess you like throwing that word around to just about anybody, huh? Because last time, I remember you calling me your soulmate!”

[1:15-6:15] *literally just five minutes of silence* *you can hear Jimin crying a little bit but it’s obvious he’s trying to hold it in* *Hoseok (?) or maybe Jimin is pacing around*

[6:20] Hoseok: I, uhh... *hesitates some more* I didn’t... Mean to say that.

[6:25] Jimin: *starts to laugh hysterically* Fuck…

[6:30] Jimin: *slams his tiny baby hand against the wall again* Fuck!

[6:35] Jimin, choking up: You didn’t mean to say what? That we really were soulmates? That we used to be best friends?

[6:40] Hoseok, quietly: Jimin... No, I meant––

[6:45] Jimin: What do you mean, huh? I can never understand you. You never explain yourself. It’s always a guessing game with you and I just end up getting my feelings hurt because I always make the wrong assumptions, isn’t that right?

[7:00] Hoseok, choking up: Of course not. You’re right, I’m stupid and––

[7:05] Jimin, yelling: That’s right! You are fucking stupid! You’ve been stupid since day one and I can’t believe I wanted to be friends with you! *sniffles loudly* And I’m even stupider for still wanting to be friends with you.

[7:20-7:30] *there is a long silence except for the sound of Jimin’s heavy sniffling*

[7:35] Hoseok, sighing: I know that I don’t deserve to be your friend. I’m ashamed. I’m so fucking ashamed. There isn’t a day where I don’t regret not telling you about giving up dance all those years ago. I should’ve been more open with you.

[7:50] *Jimin stops sniffling* Jimin: Yeah. You should’ve. You should be. Asshole.

[8:00] Hoseok: And every time I try telling myself that I should apologize, I’d just get cold feet. It got even worse when you started hanging around Taehyung more... And I just... Lost it.

[8:10] Jimin, laughing harshly: Oh? So you were fucking jealous? Please.

[8:15] Hoseok: It sounds childish, but yea. I was.

[8:20] Jimin, quietly: Oh.

[8:30] Hoseok: And then when I saw you hanging off of Sera’s stupid little finger like a lovesick fool, it... It really fucking messed me up.

[8:40] Jimin: Oh my god. Was that why you’ve been so moody these past few days? Holy shit.

[8:45] Hoseok: When you put it that way... Ugh, this is so embarrassing. I’m really not a feelings guy, you know? I’m always just supposed to be the happy-go-lucky sunshine guy.

[9:00] Jimin: You’re allowed to feel, you know? Get rid of that toxic masculinity bullshit you have going on. This is why we fucking drifted in the first place!

[9:10] Hoseok, laughing hoarsely: Yeah... You’re right. *sound of a body sliding down to the floor... Hoseok must have sat beside Jimin*

[9:30] Jimin: We are literally so stupid. Do you realize how dumb our arguments sound? We’re being so childish, and for what?

[9:40] Hoseok: *sighing* I know… I’m the asshole here. I know what I did and I’m the reason why our friendship shifted. I’ve never been considerate to you and now…

[9:50] Hoseok: You probably hate me. And I used to tell myself that it’s better that you moved on but I know the reason why you never applied for the dance program is because of me.

[10:00] Jimin: I mean, yeah. That’s true.

[10:05] Hoseok: Wait, the asshole part or…

[10:10] Jimin: Pretty much everything. Yes, you’re the asshole. Yes, you ruined our friendship. Yes, I didn’t apply for the dance program because of you.

[10:15] Hoseok: *sighing* And you probably hate me, right?

[10:20] Jimin, softer: No, of course not. I could never hate you, hyung. Hell, I thought you hated me! You never hang out with me anymore! I literally only started taking those tutoring lessons from Y/N so that I would have an excuse to see you sometimes.

[10:35] Hoseok: ...oh. I didn’t know… I guess I’ve been a little bit too self-absorbed.

[10:45] Jimin: Understatement of the century, hyung. I just fucking miss you, okay? *sniffles loudly* God, I am so sick of crying all the time! First that shit with Sera, and now this…

[10:55] Hoseok: *panicking* Shit! Jimin-ah, please don’t cry… I’m such a fuck up! Why do you even want to hang around me?

[11:05] Jimin: Don’t you get it? You’re my best friend! How could I just erase years of friendship over what? Just because you don’t wanna dance anymore? Listen, I know I always pester you to go dance with me again, but I’d be more than happy just having you as my friend. I don’t care about that shit anymore! I just want you to look at me without looking so fucking guilty all the time.

[11:35] Hoseok: Well… I still want to dance. All the time, believe me. But… I can’t go around wasting my time when I made a promise to my dad.

[11:45] Jimin, hesitantly: Your… your dad?

[11:50] Hoseok: Yeah. He told me it was his greatest wish if I followed in his footsteps and became a teacher… I’m sorry, Jimin. I couldn’t just let my old man down like that. I…

[12:00] Jimin: Oh my god. You idiot. You fucking dunce. You dick for brains.

[12:05] Hoseok: What the fuck? What did I do now?

[12:10] Jimin: Have you ever considered… that you could teach shit other than English? Huh?

[12:15] *Hoseok.exe has stopped working*

[12:20] Jimin: Oh my god! I have a fucking feeling your dad meant he just wanted to see you teach kids, not necessarily become an English teacher like he was! You fucking stupid piece of shit!

[12:30] Hoseok: I… literally didn’t think. How the fuck..?

[12:35] Jimin: Are you literally just telling me right now that we could’ve escaped 3 years of stupid misunderstanding if you just hadn’t been an idiot? Give me a break! How the hell do you think you’d ever become a teacher?!

[12:50] *there is a pause before the two of them start laughing loudly*

[13:00] Hoseok: Jesus. Guess I really am the asshole, huh?

[13:05] Jimin: You think? Ugh, maybe getting locked in a classroom with you isn’t so bad after all…

[13:10] Hoseok: Speaking of… When do you think Seokjin is gonna let us out of here? I kinda need to piss and as happy as I am to be your friend again, I don’t think I wanna relive our toddler years together either.

[13:20] Jimin: *snorts* Gross. *shuffling* Hyung! Stand here! I’m gonna climb you and try to open the latch to the window over there. Shouldn’t be that far of a jump. Then I’ll just open the door for you.

[13:40] Hoseok: Jimin, are you insane? That could be dangerous! Let me do it.

[13:50] Jimin: You and what? Your skinny ass? Please! Do you see the gloriousness of this ass? I can get us out of here in no time.

[14:00] Hoseok, whispering: Assuming you can even squeeze through the window…

[14:05] Jimin, yelling: EXCUSE ME? I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW THAT THIS ASS HAS WON ME MANY FREE MCDONALD’S HAPPY MEALS IN MY DAY––

End of Audio

x x x x x

Yoongi pauses from his typing to recheck the file, making sure he hadn’t accidentally paused the recording. When he sees that the audio does end there, he leans back into his chair, letting his headphones fall back to settle around his neck. He fishes his phone out of his pocket, sending a quick text to Seokjin to ask what happened to the two stupid lovebirds.

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gothamradiokid · 3 years ago

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Hallowe'en

From October 31 begins an eve whose end will be on November 2, during these dates we celebrate and remember all the brave whose time stopped

All Saints Day

All Saints' Eve is a feast that began on October 31, ending on November 1 and November 2, the Day of the Dead is celebrated, although these dates were slightly modified by the passage of time; on this page you will be able to know the differences and history of this eve

Now, the tribe of the Celts existed long before Christ, and one of their most famous contributions in the world was Halloween (Samhain) or All Saints' Day, they celebrated it to end the end of summer, what they did was make parties and bring offerings to the dead, since they believed that there were evil spirits, that is why they brought them offerings and human, vegetable and animal sacrifices. Although this was stopped practicing because the Romans did not like so many people dying, with the passage of time Pope Gregory III (731-741) changed his name to All Saints Day, this made the Deltas very happy, this The tradition spread throughout the world and when the Irish immigrated to the United States they were taught legends such as Jack O'o Lantern. As an interesting fact, the legend of Jack 'O Lantern told that he had a turnip embers of fire (since he could not go to heaven or hell, so he seeks his rest alone) but having a surplus of pumpkins in the United States they decided to make them holes and put a candle inside it.

Therefore, referring to something more spiritual that day, in the Christian religion it is necessary to celebrate all the people who reach heaven or paradise as it is known, as it is known in the Christian-Catholic religion, since a saint himself is someone which is pure enough to enter, not just the caconic sates of the Vatican. This eve usually creates a lot of controversy in orthodox believers of Christian Catholic religions or here in Mexico due to the curious translation to "Halloween" this because of the pagan costrumbes of the Celts before the arrival of Christianity and because of the marketing over time .

Solemnity of the Saints

Following the same theme as on October 31, all those people who reached paradise are celebrated, whether they are holy canons of the Vatican or not, but during these dates children who died in a tragic way, violence, accidents without having been baptisms, but in itself the deceased who overcame purgatory and have been sanctified enjoying the presence of God are celebrated.

In the primitive churches each martyr was celebrated on his date of death and place of death but after the persecution of Diocletian, the number of martyrs increased so much that there did not have to be a feast on a common day to celebrate them all, which she was chosen May 13 for the Syrians or the first Sunday after Pentecost according to Saint John Chrysostom. Later, Pope Gregory III (731-741) consecrated a chapel in the Vatican to worship the saints who were previously honored in cemeteries and catacombs that had been left in disuse. This oratory was dedicated "to the Savior, to Saint Mary, to the Apostles, to the martyrs, to the confessors and to all the righteous souls," and it had a choir of monks say a supplementary Office every day in honor of the saints whose birth was every day. From the combination of these traditions with that of the votive masses in memory of many or all the saints, a tradition emerged that was already ingrained by the 8th century, although the date was not always the same. Pope Gregory IV unified it on the first of November.

A ruling that can be presented, in a more theoretical way, is that if the child was not baptized and committed a sin, whether mortal or venial, he could not enter paradise and would wound himself to a place of punishment for his sins, I hear it, although they were good. in life they could never be saints this according to the chaotic-orthodox Christian church

Day of the Dead

This date passes on November 2 and is devoted to people who died in general, although this day has a background and a story that happened with the Mexica, where they celebrated the dead and collect copsehcas, just as the Celts planned it on their own. timepo and region. He would sing to the Christian religion where the behavior of a person in his life is rewarded or punished, for the Mexica there was no such thing, but rather beliefs that the destiny of the bad people would depend on the type of death they had experienced.

The Mexica believed that the afterlife of the deceased could have four destinations Tlalocan or paradise of Tlaloc, god of rain. Omeyocán, paradise of the sun, presided over by Huitzilopochtli, the god of war. Only the killed in combat, the captives who sacrificed themselves, and the women who died in childbirth came to this place.

The dead who went to Omeyocan paradise of the sun, presided over by Huitzilopochtli, the god of war. Only the killed in combat, the captives who sacrificed themselves, and the women who died in childbirth came to this place. The dead who went to the Omeyocan, after four years, returned to the world, turned into birds with beautiful multi-colored feathers. Mictlán, intended for those who died a natural death. This place was inhabited by Mictlantecuhtli and Mictecacíhuatl, lord and mistress of death. Chichihuacuauhco, place where the dead children went before their consecration to the water where there was a tree from whose branches milk dripped, so that they would feed. In this way, life will be reborn from death. The road to get to Mictlán was very tortuous and difficult, because to get there the souls had to travel through different places for four years. After this time, the souls arrived at Chicunamictlán, a place where the souls of the dead rested or disappeared.

When the Spanish arrived in America in the 16th century, they brought their own traditional celebrations to commemorate the deceased, where the dead were remembered on All Saints' Day. By converting the natives of the New World, a syncretism was created that mixed European and pre-Hispanic traditions, making the Catholic festivities of All Saints and All Souls coincide with the similar Mesoamerican festival, creating the current Day of the Dead. .

Praise the dead

"Where would we correctly begin the praise of some brave men, who in life made their loved ones glad with their virtue and who have accepted death in exchange for the salvation of the living? I believe that it is necessary to make a praise of a natural order in which they have been brave. They were brave because they were born of brave, We praise, therefore, firstly their nobility of birth and, secondly, their upbringing and education. " -Aspasia

(comic page)

A few years ago in the city of Gotham, there's was a tragedy in the Falcons family, affecting most part of their business of mafia, also a tragic accident for a district attorney Dent... during this event called "The Long HALLOWEEN" where a killer, called the "Holiday Killer" that killed public figures every Holiday no Julian Day, there was different people who we're blame like Alberto Falcons, Catwoman and even more public figures..

This October... unleash all the bats you hide!

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laurence-does-art · 27 days ago

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#cult of the lamb #cotl #cotl narinder #cotl lamb #narilamb #do not steal #if you do then im coming for those kneecaps #also if anyone is curious the lamb here DOES have a name #but it isn't lambert #or kori/corey/cori/korey #place your guesses below #get you a partner that looks at you the way that Lamb looks at Nari <33 #scene from my wip fanfic #Praise Devotion and Worship but a Comic

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americasfineasscaptain · 4 years ago

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So was reading up on red skull and it’s actually horrifying how the people who gave him the chance to shine created one of the most dangerous supervillains in comics history. Originally there were different skulls.

George Maxon was the American Nazi ceo of an aeroplane company like Boeing and even vaguely resembled the man. He wore a red mask and appeared in Tales of Suspence. He was later retconned to be an agent of the real thing.

Johann Schmidt is the red skull everyone knows. His age is a sliding scale much like the captain’s but his backstory is just one big suck. His mother died in childbirth, his father tried to drown him and committed suicide after the doctor saved baby Johann. He grew up in an orphanage where he was relentlessly bullied and punished for trying to help a stray dog. Growing up, he was bullied by criminals and cops alike and was contemplating suicide when he had a chance meeting with a man who would change his life.

Adolph Hitler was a dangerous man. He was walking into a hotel berating an officer’s incompetence when he spotted Schmidt. Pointing at him, he declared that he could make even a bellhop into a better Nazi Officer than him. Given that one single chance, Schmidt’s rise to the top was absolutely meteoric. He was given training that ranges between weeks and months, depending on the comic, but at the end, the thing that impressed his leaders was his skill and mental acuity. He was told to shoot an innocent man who had failed the Fuhrer. Rather than kill the man or fail the test, he shot the buttons off his shirt and claimed that would be enough of a lesson.

His life of poverty prior to the Nazis arrival made him desperately afraid of reverting back. He took this chance with both hands and became as much of a made man as he could. He read on everything he could, watched opera, and did everything he could to make himself into the suave intelligent brilliant monster he became.

Due to Hitler himself choosing to oversee Schmidt’s rise to power, he had an almost slavishly devoted agent who would never betray him. In fact, during his darkest moments, Schmidt would ask himself “what would Hitler want him to do?” and devotes himself to realizing his grand leaders dream. He devotes his life to nazism to an obsessive degree. And insulting Hitler is enough to send him into a fit.

He’s a genius given a chance to shine, but with a rather archaic mentality. He nearly killed his daughter for being inferior when she was born and gave her a hellish childhood to make her strong. He allowed her to get away with things he would kill other agents for, but he never gave her any praise. Expecting nothing but her best. In the comics, his affection for her is cool at best and completely abusive at its worse and Synthia is given a sliding scale of affection or resentment for his treatment of her. He has turned away from missions for things that upset his ideology, even going so far as to kidnap a mixed-race couple to lecture them on the ruin that would occur with such a coupling.

His very devotion to the cause and Hitler is exactly what keeps him from being happy. HYDRA makes enough money that he could happily retire and never do another evil thing again, but it is his hero worship of Hitler that makes him so unhappy.

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leisurelypanda · 6 years ago

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Continuation of our Daddy!Steve universe...Steve introduces Buck to orgasm denial over a whole weekend. By the time he lets Buck cum, he’s a drooling mess. He’s watched Steve jerk off and cum himself. Steve’s ridden Bucky to his own orgasm but denied Bucky the chance to cum.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18446573

for @stuckysheart

Dating Steve Rogers, aka Captain America, was… an experience, to be sure. 2 months into said experience and Bucky was certain about the truth of a particular saying people had. The more pure and wholesome a person seemed in public, the crazier and kinkier they were in private.

Captain America, was arguably being the most pure and wholesome figure in the public eye at the time, or any time. He made promotional videos for high school students, he visited kids at hospitals, he did charity work in his spare time, and helped old ladies up the stairs and across the street.

And he was an absolute freak in the bedroom. Or the living room. Or the shower. Or anywhere he and Bucky happened to be at the time that wasn’t in public. Bucky wasn’t actually sure that Steve wouldn’t fuck him in public, given the chance. He wasn’t actually sure that he would say no if Steve asked, either. Steve was rubbing off on him in more ways than one.

It wasn’t to say that Steve wasn’t romantic or that sex was the only thing he cared about. He was a perfect gentleman. His kisses were chaste and sweet, his hands were affectionate and gentle, and he seemed genuinely interested in Bucky and his life. Sometimes their dates didn’t even end in sex and the two of them just cuddled together in Steve or Bucky’s apartment. When they did have sex, though, it was hot and intense.

It was frequently distracting when Bucky was trying to work. Thoughts of Steve and what he would want to do next crossed his mind throughout the day. It didn’t help that Steve was much better at modern technology than he liked to admit in interviews. He talked about bumbling through things like cell phones and touch screens, the internet and computers.

It was all a farce. Steve understood modern technology perfectly. As evidenced by the remote controlled vibrating butt plug that was nestled in Bucky’s ass at this very moment. Steve’s rule that Bucky wasn’t to touch himself extended to any time they were doing anything, though to be truthful, Bucky had taken to not doing it even when they weren’t doing anything. It felt better when Steve did it.

The plug was turned off at the moment, but Steve had told him to wear it today. Bucky only assumed that he had a plan. For all Bucky knew, Steve just wanted him to wear it to make him ready for their weekend together. Not that Bucky minded.

Bucky shook his head and focused on the problem in front of him. He was working on a calculation to make a device his group was working on. It was some kind of nanotech, which both excited and terrified Bucky. It was exciting because NANOTECH!!! It was terrifying because if he fucked up in any way on something like this, it might mean that he wouldn’t be able to work at Stark after his year was up.

He had four months left before they made a decision and this project would likely take up most if not all of them. Four months before he would need to find something else if he wasn’t invited on permanently. He was trying not to worry.

At noon exactly, the vibrator turned on and vibrated directly against Bucky’s prostate. He gritted his teeth to keep from moaning and squirmed slightly in his cubicle. A second later, his phone vibrated on his desk next to his succulent.

Steve: Time for lunch, baby

Bucky snorted at the text and unlocked the phone to reply. Steve was fond of his little games, that was certain.

Bucky: Fuck you

Steve: That’s not very nice, baby. :(

Buck: Your timer was rude.

Steve: I don’t know what you’re talking about. All I did was push a button on my phone. You know I don’t know how this newfangled technology works :P

Bucky: Anyone ever tell you that you’re a little shit, Rogers?

Steve: Not since I was actually a little shit, baby boy ;)

Bucky: I was working, Daddy :(

Steve: I know, you work so hard. Daddy’s proud of you. But you gotta take care of yourself too. Come up and have lunch with me, baby

Bucky smiled in spite of himself. Steve always knew what to say. It had actually taken a couple weeks for Bucky to realize that when Steve complimented his intelligence that he was being genuine, not just playing a role. The fact that Captain America admired him that way did things to Bucky’s ego. And his dick.

He got up and very carefully walked towards the elevators so as not to show that he was in any discomfort. He also adjusted his pants to conceal his boner. The vibration was dull, but it was still stimulating his prostate.

He hadn’t told anyone that he had access to the levels reserved for the Avengers. Mostly because he’d only been in this relationship for a month, but also because you didn’t just tell people that you had that kind of power. The next thing he’d know, some government agency or Hydra or other group would probably kidnap him as leverage or something. He read the comics, he wasn’t an idiot.

He still couldn’t talk to JARVIS, though. That was disappointing.

The next thing he knew, the elevator dinged and Bucky stepped out into Steve’s apartment. Steve was whistling at the stove again (he did that a lot, it turned out) and Bucky went straight there. Steve turned and smiled at him, his eyes crinkling with crow’s feet and sparkling as he met Bucky’s eyes. Bucky smiled and stood on his toes to kiss him.

“Hey, baby boy,” Steve murmured. “Having fun at work?”

“Am I allowed to talk to you about what I’m working on?” Bucky asked. “It’s not, like, violating company policy or embezzling or something like that, is it?”

“I think you’re fine, but if not, I’ll talk to Tony,” Steve chuckled. “So?”

“Work’s interesting,” Bucky said. “Nanotech is fun, but calculations really aren’t fun no matter what they’re for. I’ve hit a bit of a roadblock, too.”

Steve smiled sympathetically and kissed him again. “You’ll figure out a way around it,” he said. “I believe in you.”

“Thanks, Daddy,” Bucky said with a grin. Steve’s eyes flashed with something as he turned back to his cooking. “What’s for lunch?”

“I was feeling something Mediterranean,” Steve said. “I made chicken, rice, and tomato and cucumber salad with flat bread.”

“Mmm, sounds tasty,” Bucky murmured. He laid a hand on Steve’s bicep and squeezed lightly. Steve was wearing a white tank top that exposed his sinfully beautiful arms. Steve flexed a bit as Bucky’s hand wandered down the length of hard, thick muscle. “What about dessert?”

Steve looked at him with the now familiar look of lust in his gaze. He smirked down at Bucky.

“I’ll give you a hint,” he said. “It’s creamy.”

Bucky smiled in what he hoped was a look of innocence. Steve had been really turned on by the fact that Bucky had been a virgin, after all. Every time Bucky played innocent, now, it seemed to get Steve going.

“Is it a milkshake?” Bucky asked. Steve’s eyes grew darker and Bucky squeezed his arm a little harder. “I like milkshakes, Daddy.”

“Do you? Well, be a good boy and wait,” Steve said lowly. “You don’t want to spoil your lunch, do you?”

“Come on, Daddy, don’t be so boring,” Bucky said with a grin. Steve turned to face him and Bucky ran his hands down Steve’s beautiful chest. “It’s nice to be spoiled every now and then.”

Steve glanced down at his phone and Bucky felt the vibrator in his ass turn up. He gasped as it intensified. Steve’s arms wrapped around his waist and his hands squeezed Bucky’s ass tightly. Bucky moaned as he arched up against Steve’s body.

“The question is,” Steve purred. “Whose dessert will taste better? Daddy wants to wait for his, little boy.”

Steve turned off the stove and before Bucky could complain, he was shoved down to his knees. He looked up at Steve’s shit-eating grin as he mouthed at the prominent tent in Steve’s jeans.

“If you really want dessert now, you can have it,” Steve said. “Better be quick, though. Don’t wanna keep you from your desk too long, little boy.”

Bucky nodded and took Steve’s huge cock out of his pants. The fact that it fit in anything Steve wore had to be something of a miracle. He was huge and thick and veiny and it smelled so much of Steve’s musk that Bucky just wanted to bury his face in Steve’s crotch sometimes. Today, though, he took the head of Steve’s cock in his mouth and began to suck. Steve moaned in approval and pleasure

“Such a hungry little boy Daddy has,” Steve moaned. He reached down to place a hand in Bucky’s hair. Not too much, just in case anyone were to ask questions when Bucky got back. “Needs some cock just to get through his day.”

Bucky hummed as he took more of Steve’s cock into his mouth. He still hadn’t managed to take all of it, but he could get more than half in him. He sucked and slurped along Steve’s thick shaft and Steve moaned as he bucked his hips.

“Look so good like this,” Steve said. “On your knees with Daddy’s cock stretching your mouth, right where you belong.”

Bucky moaned and sucked harder. Steve groaned above him and bucked harder into Bucky’s mouth. Bucky braced himself against Steve’s thighs, running his hands up along Steve’s chiseled body like he was a Greek god of lust sent for him to worship. Bucky closed his eyes and savored the taste of him, chasing after the sweet reward for his devotion.

“Gonna come, baby,” Steve groaned. “Gonna give you Daddy’s load, such a good boy, baby.”

Bucky bobbed on Steve’s cock faster, sucked harder, like his life depended on pleasing Daddy. Daddy’s come, Daddy’s praise, Daddy’s hand petting his hair with approval. The vibrating in his ass grew and he moaned around the thick length. Steve threw his head back and grunted, holding Bucky’s head in place as he came in his mouth. Bucky swallowed every drop he could. A little bit dribbled out onto his chin and he caught it with a finger before it could reach his shirt.

Steve sighed as his cock finished pulsing in Bucky’s mouth. He withdrew it almost regretfully and Bucky sucked the come off his finger while looking him in the eyes. Steve grinned, but put his cock back in his pants.

“Well,” he said, his voice hoarse from arousal. “Now, it’s time for lunch.”

Bucky wasn’t sure whether to be glad about it or not, but the butt plug didn’t vibrate again all afternoon. It helped that he had something else to focus on. He managed to get to his finishing point for the day after all and sighed half with relief and half with victory as he saved and closed the document. He started packing up his stuff.

Just like before, at exactly 5:30, the butt plug in Bucky’s ass started vibrating. This time, though, he was bent over and the vibrator buzzed directly on his prostate and Bucky hissed to keep from moaning.

“You okay, Buck?” asked one of his coworkers, Stacy. She was thankfully on the other side of the cubicle, so he didn’t have to right himself. He did it anyway.

“Fine, Stacy, just got a Charlie horse,” he said. “Gonna head out, have a good weekend.”

“Oooh, that sucks,” she replied. “See you on Monday.”

He couldn’t get to the elevators quick enough. He checked his phone and sure enough, Steve had sent him a text just as the vibrator had started. The guy really made being America’s biggest asshole a hobby. He rolled his eyes, though, because it was actually kinda sweet.

Steve: Time to relax, baby. Did ya work hard?

Bucky: Yes, Daddy. Got everything done that needed to get done

Steve: I knew you would, baby boy. Come on up, Daddy’s got somethin’ nice for ya.

Bucky shivered and dashed the rest of the way to the elevators. Only one went to the level he needed it to get to and thankfully, no one was around to tell him that he didn’t have clearance to use it. The elevator arrived immediately and Bucky went back up to Steve’s apartment. Steve was in the living room this time and Bucky plopped himself right in his lap before he kissed him.

“You got me a present, Daddy?” Bucky asked. “Is it your dick?”

Steve chuckled and ran a thumb along Bucky’s lower lip. “Such a dirty little boy, sayin’ words like that.”

Bucky sucked Steve’s thumb in his mouth and ran a tongue along the callused pad. Steve hummed as he watched. Bucky eventually took the whole digit in his mouth and sucked it like he’d sucked Steve’s cock hours ago.

“Such a dirty, naughty boy,” Steve said. He withdrew his thumb from Bucky’s mouth.

“I was a good boy before you, Daddy,” Bucky murmured. “Remember?”

Steve purred as he squeezed Bucky’s ass. “Yes, baby, I remember. Daddy thinks about that all the time.”

Bucky’s breath hitched and Steve relaxed.

“I’ve got a little game for us to play this weekend,” Steve said. “Remember how last week you said you felt bad that you come so easily, but I can go whenever I want?”

“Yeah,” Bucky replied. “This doesn’t sound like a game.”

“It will. I decided to help you build up your… endurance,” Steve said. “So this weekend, we’re gonna have sex.”

“Like we don’t have sex every weekend,” Bucky said with a snort. Steve smacked his ass and Bucky yelped as Steve gave him a stern look. Bucky shut his mouth. “Sorry, Daddy.”

“You gotta smart mouth there, doll,” Steve said. “Better be careful of where you end up, runnin’ your mouth like that.”

Somehow being scolded by Captain America was the hottest thing ever. It went right to Bucky’s dick. He blushed and looked down.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” he repeated.

“I know, baby,” Steve said. “You wanna hear about the game Daddy came up with?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Bucky said. His face brightened.

“We’ll have sex,” Steve repeated. “Daddy’s gonna fuck you, fill you up with his come, as many times as he can get it up. And baby boy…Daddy can go a long, long time.”

Bucky shivered. “That sounds fun, Daddy.”

“Oh, I’m just getting to the fun part, little boy,” Steve said. “Because you see… you won’t come.”

Bucky stared at him for a minute. “What?”

“I’m gonna come as many times as I want,” Steve said. “You’ll count them. Then, at the end of the weekend, I’ll finally wrap my hand around your pretty little cock and make you come.”

Bucky whined and rutted in Steve’s lap. It was thrilling, both in a good way and in a bad way. He wasn’t sure how to feel about it, aside from being horny. Steve humming and ran his hands along Bucky’s back, his nails scratching down his back before he grabbed Bucky’s ass.

“Ready, baby?” Steve asked.

“I dunno,” Bucky said.

“Well, you know what your safewords are,” Steve said. “If you need to stop, you just let me know.”

“Will you let me come if I use them?” Bucky asked.

“If that’s what you need, baby boy,” Steve replied. “You trust me to take care of you?”

Bucky nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”

Steve kissed him. He kissed him hard and hot and deep. Bucky yielded to him without a second thought. Steve’s tongue dominated him, took everything he wanted from Bucky and Bucky gave it gladly. He sucked on Steve’s tongue as it explored his mouth, pushing further into him. Steve bit his lips, squeezed his waist. Each touch electrified Bucky’s body.

Steve tore his clothes off so eagerly Bucky wouldn’t be surprised if he actually tore them. The fact that he could, that he could just pull them apart as easily as putty and ruin Bucky’s clothes was something Bucky thought about a lot. He moaned as he was divested of the last of his clothes and sat naked and exposed on Steve’s lap.

“My sweet little boy,” Steve murmured. He moved to suck on Bucky’s collarbone and Bucky moaned as he arched into the touch. Steve groaned as he licked, sucked, nipped, and kissed his way over Bucky’s body.

“Daddy,” Bucky whined.

“What is it, baby?”

“You’re wearing too much clothes,” Bucky said. Steve chuckled and pulled his shirt off over his head and tossed it aside. Bucky’s hands went to his pecs and ran over the hard, powerful muscles of his chest. He moaned just at touching Steve’s body, the act itself one of the most pleasurable things he’d ever done.

“You like your Daddy’s body, baby boy?” Steve asked with that cheeky grin of his. Bucky nodded.

“So big and strong, Daddy,” Bucky moaned. “It’s so hot.”

Steve growled right before he rolled them over and pinned Bucky to the couch. He rolled Bucky over so that he was on his stomach before he fished his phone out of his pocket. The vibration in Bucky’s ass doubled and Bucky moaned as he writhed. Steve held him in place with a single hand, as though he were an afterthought. His other hand unbuckled his belt and jeans before he shucked them to the floor. When he was completely naked, he placed a hand between Bucky’s legs and teased at the plug in Bucky’s ass.

“Such a good boy for Daddy,” Steve murmured. “You kept this in your pretty ass all day just like Daddy told you to.” He tugged on it, teased at bringing it out of Bucky’s ass. Bucky moaned into the couch beneath him. “And now, you’re all loose and ready for Daddy to just slide his cock right into you.”

It wasn’t a lie. It just wasn’t the truth, either. The plug was a fair bit smaller than Steve was, but Bucky just shivered in anticipation. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, Steve pulled the still vibrating plug from Bucky’s ass. He whined as it vibrated against his rim before Steve removed it entirely. Then, before Bucky could think that he was empty, Steve pressed his lubed cock to Bucky’s hole and slid inside. Bucky yelled in pain as his ass stretched to accommodate Steve’s cock. Steve just groaned above him.

“Fuck, baby boy, so fuckin’ tight,” Steve said. He draped himself over Bucky’s body as he pushed in.

“It hurts, Daddy,” Bucky whined. Steve grinned against his neck.

“I bet it does,” Steve purred. He pushed further inside. “Bet it feels so good, too, doesn’t it, baby boy? Such a little slut for Daddy’s big cock.”

Bucky could only nod as he bit his lip. Finally, Steve bottomed out and growled into Bucky’s ear.

“Been waiting all day for this, little boy,” Steve purred. “Been thinkin’ about it all week, too, how I was holdin’ myself back just to be able to fuck you like this when you were done for the week.”

Bucky moaned. Steve began to fuck him with long, slow, deep thrusts. Bucky whimpered from pleasure and pain as Steve’s cock hit deep inside him and dragged along his prostate with every thrust.

“Been teasin’ me this week, haven’t you, little boy?” Steve growled. He delivered a particularly hard thrust and Bucky gasped. “Saw how you been movin’ your hips, the looks you give me when you leave. Made me wanna pin you against the elevator and fuck you all the way down to your office.”

“Fuck!” Bucky gasped. Steve’s thrusts grew faster. He fucked into Bucky’s ass harder and Bucky reached back to grab Steve’s ass and pull him deeper into him, if it was possible. Steve’s hands gripped Bucky’s hips hard enough to bruise and Christ it was the most amazing feeling in the world, to be at his Daddy’s mercy like this.

“You knew, too, baby,” Steve growled. “You knew that you were teasin’ Daddy. Is this what you wanted, to be thrown on the nearest surface and fucked ‘til you couldn’t think straight?”

“A-Already too gay t-to think straight, D-Daddy,” Bucky replied with a grin. It earned him a smack on the ass and Bucky moaned.

“There’s that smart mouth again,” Steve murmured. “Gonna have ta do somethin’ about that one of these days. Make sure you behave.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Bucky moaned. Steve groaned. His thrusts grew faster, reaching an almost punishing pace as he fucked into Bucky’s ass. Bucky’s cock ached from how hard and neglected it was. He tightened his core to keep from coming, which meant that he also squeezed around Steve’s cock.

“Oh, fuck, such a good little slut,” Steve moaned. “Fuck, gonna come, gonna fill your pretty little ass up, baby.”

“Please, Daddy,” Bucky replied. “Come, please, give me your come.”

A moment later, Steve grunted and sighed as he came. Bucky felt every pulse from that massive length as his ass was filled with rope after rope of Steve’s hot come. He moaned at the feeling of being filled. Steve’s cock might have softened a fraction, but it was still hard for the most part.

“Well?” Steve asked. Bucky looked up at him. Steve looked down with an expectant look on his face. “You’re gonna get a spanking if Daddy has to remind you about the rules of the game, baby boy.”

Bucky swallowed. “I… I have to count the number of times you come?”

“Is that a question?” Steve asked. There was a soft, dangerous tone to his voice that made Bucky shiver.

“No, Daddy. I have to count the number of times you come,” Bucky replied.

“And?”

“…One.”

“Good boy,” Steve murmured. He wrapped an arm around Bucky’s middle and picked him up. “Time for dinner, baby.”

Dinner was… interesting. For one thing, Bucky spent the entire time in Steve’s lap with his cock up Bucky’s ass. Dinner was essentially leftovers from lunch and Steve fed him rather than let Bucky feed himself. It was oddly erotic, being so dependent and subservient to Steve that he couldn’t even feed himself. He liked it and definitely sucked on Steve’s fingers every time he received a bit of food.

Halfway through dinner, Steve began to fuck him again. Bucky whined and moaned as Steve bounced him on his cock, thrusting up into Bucky’s ass in sharp, shallow thrusts. The only thing for Bucky to do was cling to the table in front of him until Steve shot his second load of the evening into his ass.

“Two,” Bucky counted when Steve was done.

Steve hummed in approval and sat back as he just kept eating. He ate two or three bites for every one he gave to Bucky. When he was done, he picked up Bucky and bent him over the table. Bucky whined as Steve’s cock slipped out of his ass. A couple drops of come started to leak out of him, a feeling that still surprisingly weird, even after 2 months.

“Time for Daddy’s dessert,” he purred.

The next thing Bucky knew, Steve’s tongue licked up the drops of come and lapped over his hole. Bucky moaned as Steve ate his come almost greedily, like Bucky’s ass was a cake with creamy filling, there to be sucked and licked out of him. Steve moaned against his hole and squeezed Bucky’s cheeks. Bucky pushed back against him and moaned.

“Fuck, Daddy,” he cried. “God, feels so good!”

Steve just hummed and kept licking along Bucky’s hole. Bucky gripped the sides of the table and arched his back and did everything he could to not come. God he wanted to. He needed to. He felt hot and his brain couldn’t think about anything but what Steve was doing to him right now. Everything else didn’t exist, only the tongue fucking and lapping at his entrance, the hands squeezing and kneading his ass, the beard burning his sensitive skin.

When it was finally over, when the last drop was captured by Steve’s greedy mouth, Steve stood. Bucky heard him. He heard his hand jerking his cock, heard the grunts and groans that he made as he reached his latest orgasm. Steve pushed inside him with a growl as he came, filling up Bucky’s briefly empty hole with his come. He fucked him deeply for a couple thrusts before he sighed in completion and slipped out.

“Three,” Bucky breathed. “What… what was the point of that?”

“Midnight snack,” Steve replied smugly. His beard shimmered with lube and some of Bucky’s come and Steve seemed utterly proud of it, like he’d just won the Olympic gold medal of eating ass. Bucky groaned.

“How many times do you plan on coming, anyway?” Bucky asked.

“I don’t know,” Steve replied. “I thought I’d start small, like, somewhere between 10 and 15.”

Jesus. Fucking. Christ. “You’re gonna break me someday, Daddy,” Bucky groaned. Steve chuckled and kissed him between the shoulder blades.

“If you let me, baby boy,” he murmured. “Daddy will break you over and over again and build you back up.”

Fuck, if that wasn’t the hottest thing Bucky had ever heard, he’d be dead.

Steve’s fourth orgasm came later while they watched a movie. He wrapped one of Bucky’s hands around his cock and wrapped one of his around Bucky’s. It was almost cruel. Steve’s grip was feather light, even as he told Bucky how to get him off. Bucky loved Steve’s dick. It made his hand feel almost small from how big it was.

When Steve came, he let Bucky wrap his lips around the head and swallow the load. Bucky moaned half at the taste and half at the fact that Steve kept stroking his cock.

“Four, Daddy,” Bucky whined when he came off. “Please, please let me come.”

“Hush, little boy,” Steve replied. “Not yet. Daddy’s just having a little fun.”

“You’re mean, Daddy,” Bucky said. Steve just grinned at him.

“I know, baby,” he said. “Daddy’s a very mean man, isn’t he? Playing with your pretty little cock, not letting you come while he gets to come in you whenever he wants.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Bucky moaned. Steve’s hand tightened around him and Bucky gasped as he tightened his core to keep from coming. God, but it was hard. He wanted nothing more than to blow his load right then and there.

“I could let you come,” Steve said. His hand twisted over the head of Bucky’s cock. “I could let you come now and not let you come at all for the rest of the weekend. You could bed and whine and make all the pretty sounds you’d want and I wouldn’t let you come.”

“Daddy,” Bucky whined.

“I could,” Steve repeated. “But I won’t.”

Bucky groaned in protest. Steve just chuckled as he let Bucky’s cock go and returned to watching the movie that Bucky had completely forgotten about. It was old by Bucky’s standards, but since Steve was born in 1918, everything was relatively new to him. He’d gone through each decade and watched what people recommended. He’d made it to the 90s, so at least Bucky considered most of it good, if a bit cheesy at times.

By the end of the movie, Bucky’s cock had grown soft… just in time for Steve to fuck him through the credits.

“Five.”

Steve’s midnight snack happened to coincide with a shower that was just a little bit past midnight. The steady stream of water beat down on Bucky’s skin from where he was shoved against the wall. Steve jerked Bucky’s cock again as he ate out Bucky’s ass again, almost as though he was reminding Bucky of what he’d said just a few hours ago.

Bucky cried from the effort to keep from coming. His abdomen was sore from keeping it tight all night. When he was done, Steve washed Bucky off. His callused hands made Bucky’s body scream with desire. The arousal built inside him begged for relief, even at Steve’s gentle caresses.

When Bucky was clean, he turned around and grabbed the cedar scented soap and started to wash Steve’s body. It was the only thing he could think of that distracted him from the aching need to come. Steve. Steve’s body. Taking care of Steve. His hands were slow and thorough as they cleaned Steve’s body before he grabbed the shampoo. His fingers massaged Steve’s scalp and face as he washed Steve’s hair and beard. Steve hummed in pleasure.

“Such a good little boy,” he murmured. “Take such good care of your Daddy, baby.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” Bucky said. Steve turned around and kissed him. At first it was soft and tender, but soon it became heated and Steve grinned against Bucky’s mouth. He knelt before Steve could push him to the floor.

“You’re learning, baby,” Steve said, a smile on his face and a dark gleam in his eyes.

His cock dangled hot and hard between his legs. Bucky took the head in his mouth and began to suck. Steve held Bucky’s head in his hands and began to thrust. He threw his head back and moaned as he fucked Bucky’s mouth. Bucky moaned as he looked up at Steve’s body, the way his muscles moved and flexed as they moved, the way the water flowed over his perfect body.

“Fuck, so good, baby boy,” Steve moaned. “Such a good boy for Daddy.”

Bucky’s cock sprang to attention at the litany of praise that fell from Steve’s mouth. He moaned around Steve’s cock and gripped his thighs as hard as he could.

“Fuck, baby, gonna come all over your pretty face,” Steve moaned. Bucky just moaned, the capacity for thought having left him. He moaned and whined around Steve’s member. Every ounce of his focus was on Steve. Steve moaned and pulled out right before he came all over Bucky’s face, covering him in come. Bucky gasped for breath.

“Just cleaned me up, Daddy,” he croaked. Steve chuckled and helped him up.

“Good thing we’re in a shower then, isn’t it?” Steve replied. He raised an eyebrow before he did anything else.

“Six, Daddy,” Bucky said. Steve smiled.

“Good boy.”

How Bucky managed to sleep through the night, he had no idea. He was sure that he would toss and turn from the moment he got in bed to the moment Steve woke up. He did, though. His dreams were full Steve, too. There were other people. Some of them were the Avengers, others were people Bucky knew, and some were strangers. They all fucked him. None of them let him come, though.

When he awoke, it was to Steve’s fingers in his ass. He moaned as he pushed back against Steve’s hand. Steve chuckled as he pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“Morning, baby,” he said. “Sleep well?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Bucky moaned. “Fuck just fuck me, Daddy, please.”

“Aw, such a needy little boy,” Steve purred. “Far be it from me to deny such a sweet request.”

Bucky pouted and Steve kissed him and nipped at his bottom lip.

“Don’t worry, baby,” Steve said. “You’ll come eventually.”

With that, Steve pulled his fingers out of Bucky’s ass and pushed his cock in. He wrapped his arms around Bucky and pulled him so that his back was flush against Steve’s chest. Bucky moaned and gasped as Steve began to fuck him again. Steve came for the seventh time and Bucky could barely even think about what numbers were before he recited it with some help and encouragement from Steve.

The eighth time came during breakfast. Steve made biscuits and while they were baking in the oven, Steve picked Bucky up and laid him out over the counter. The biscuits were still perfectly golden brown by the time Steve came in Bucky’s ass again.

The ninth time Steve came was during second breakfast. He kept Bucky kneeling between his legs with his mouth around his cock. Bucky drooled around Steve’s member as he ate, feeling wonderfully, beautifully used. Keeping Steve’s cock warm was quickly becoming his favorite thing, whether it was with his ass or his mouth. He came with a sigh down Bucky’s throat and Bucky moaned as he swallowed every drop.

The tenth time was after Steve got back from the gym. Bucky stayed and took a nap, just a little bit exhausted from the constant stream of sex he’d had since he got here less than 24 hours ago. Still, when Steve got back, sweaty and sore and muscles flexing and spent, it was all Bucky could do to not pounce on him then and there. Steve was amused as he bent Bucky over the back of the couch and fucked him.

Bucky squeezed around Steve’s cock like a vice to keep himself from coming. It took everything he had and when Steve came inside him, Bucky whimpered and cried from the effort it took for him not to come.

“Poor baby boy,” Steve murmured. “Being a good boy is so hard isn’t it?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Bucky moaned. “Please, it hurts so much. Need to come, Daddy.”

“You can’t wait just one more day for Daddy?” Steve murmured, nuzzling Bucky’s neck. “Daddy promises it’ll be worth the wait. Just gotta be patient.”

Bucky groaned. “It’s not fair!”

“It’s not fair,” Steve agreed. “But it’s fun. For Daddy, anyway.”

Bucky got a break for a few hours after that. Steve showered and dressed himself and they went out for lunch. Bucky had a plug in his ass, but it didn’t vibrate and aside from that, it was just like any other lunch date they’d had over the past couple months. Steve took him to a seafood restaurant that had a view of the bay and they ate lunch on a beautiful patio with a generous breeze.

As soon as they got back, though, Steve pushed Bucky to his knees and jacked off until he came on Bucky’s face. Then he fed Bucky every drop.

“Eleven.”

The twelfth time was in the elevator. Steve had to go downstairs to get a delivery of groceries and brought Bucky along. Bucky was a bit nervous, before Steve said that the rest of the team was away on a mission and wouldn’t be there. Bucky knelt in the elevator and sucked Steve’s cock like his life depended on it. The only time it left his mouth was when Steve left to get the groceries, which apparently were delivered in boxes. He just picked up the each stack and put them in the elevator before returning to fuck Bucky’s mouth.

He came before they were back up at Steve’s floor and Bucky grinned. His jaw ached. His ass ached. His entire body felt like he’d run a marathon and he was just starting to get runner’s high. He wondered if there was such a thing as sex high.

“Twelve,” he said.

Bucky accidentally touched himself sometime at dinner. It had happened while he sat in Steve’s lap and Steve knew the exact moment that it happened. Bucky could practically feel his displeasure and disappointment as he was lifted completely off Steve’s cock.

“Bucky,” he said. “You know the rules.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” Bucky said. “It was an accident, I didn’t think, I’m sorry.”

Steve’s face was stoic and impassive he bent Bucky over the table and stood up.

“Who gets to make you come, Bucky?” Steve asked. Bucky swallowed.

“You do, Daddy,” he said.

“Who gets to touch you?” Steve asked, pulling Bucky’s hair back. Bucky hissed in pain.

“You do, Daddy,” he groaned. “I’m sorry.”

“Gotta punish you now,” Steve said. “Stay here.”

Bucky listened as he walked out of the room. He returned soon after and Bucky felt something leather and thin brush against his bare ass. His breathing hitched as he thought of Steve’s belt.

“This is your first offense,” Steve said. “So… I’m thinking one for every time I’ve come this weekend. How many times was that again?”

Bucky swallowed. “Twelve, Daddy.”

“Hmm, I think I’ll add another one for the one you want to have,” he said. “Ready?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Bucky said with a nod.

“You remember your safewords?” Steve asked.

“Red for stop, yellow for slow down,” Bucky said.

“Good,” Steve said.

With that, he brought the belt down across Bucky’s ass and Bucky shouted with pain as it bloomed across his ass. Each one felt like hell, landing at precisely the same place over and over again. The belt stung like nothing Bucky had ever felt in his life. By the 5th strike, tears were rolling down his face. He gasped as the next landed not on his ass, but on his thighs.

“Fuck!” he cried. “Fuck, it hurts!”

“I know it hurts,” Steve said as he brought the next strike down on him. “It’ll be over soon.”

It felt like an eternity. The time between each strike seemed like forever. By the time the twelfth strike landed on Bucky’s ass, he was sobbing openly from the pain. His ass burned, his thighs burned, his legs trembled with the effort to keep himself standing. The last strike came down on Bucky’s ass and he cried out in pain and relief as he heard the belt fall to the floor.

“It’s over, baby, it’s done,” Steve murmured as he kissed Bucky’s face. He gathered Bucky into his arms and held him. “You did so good, baby boy. You were so good taking your punishment.”

“I’m s-sorry, Daddy,” Bucky sobbed against Steve’s chest. “I was just so horny, hurts so much.”

“I know, baby boy, I know,” Steve replied. “It’s okay, now. It’s all okay.”

Bucky sniffed. “Are we done playing?” he asked.

“Do you want to be?” Steve asked. Bucky shook his head and Steve smiled gently as he lifted Bucky up and sat him back down gently on his cock. Bucky moaned as Steve fucked up into him gently. “Daddy’s good little boy. So good for me.”

Bucky bit Steve’s shoulder to keep from coming just from the words alone. Steve groaned but his pace remained slow and gentle. His hands ran up along Bucky’s body, caressing him gently and tenderly. They moaned together as their bodies moved, Steve’s cock deep inside him and moving against his prostate. Bucky’s hands gripped Steve’s pecs as he bounced on Steve’s cock.

“Daddy,” he whined. “Come for me, please? Can I have your come, Daddy?”

“Fuck, baby, yes!” Steve moaned as he thrust up into Bucky’s ass and came. Bucky moaned with him as he felt Steve’s cock pulse and twitch inside him as he was filled once again with his hot seed. He collapsed against Steve’s body and smiled.

“Thirteen.”

Steve was gentle with him the rest of the weekend. He put a soothing ointment on Bucky’s ass and thighs and dressed him in soft, loose fitting clothes. They didn’t have sex again that night, and to be honest, Bucky was a little relieved.

He woke up the next morning with Steve’s hand in his pants. He gasped and moaned as he bucked in Steve’s grip. Bucky smiled down at him and kissed him gently. Bucky whined and tightened his core again like it was second nature now.

“Baby, you’ve been so good for Daddy,” Steve purred. “Come for me, baby.”

The words washed over Bucky like a cold waterfall. He gasped and let go. He moaned loudly as Steve’s mouth wrapped around his length and swallowed him down. He bobbed on Bucky’s cock for a full minute before Bucky came with a cry. It exploded from him like the fucking Death Star of orgasms. He shook and convulsed for what seemed like forever before he slumped back against the bed, gasping for breath and now fully awake. Steve came off him and kissed him.

“That’s one,” he said with a grin. “Let’s see how many more you got.”

This man will kill me, Bucky thought. He’d enjoy every moment.

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Better to be Jews than Christians

Anton de Montoro and the Spanish Converts

By Jeffrey Gorsky

(adapted from a chapter in my history: Jewish Blood, the Tragedy of the Iberian Jews.)

The 15th Century Castilian Anton de Montoro was the most representative poet of the Spanish "conversos". A convert to Catholicism, he flaunted his Jewish heritage. He dramatized the plight of his fellow converts, victims of discrimination and violent persecution. He wrote about something unique in Jewish history—a community of thousands brought into Catholicism through force or compulsion, trying to fit into their new Christian world.

The conversions came at the end of one of the most successful Jewish periods in human history. For centuries, during the "convivencia", Jews prospered from unprecedented, if limited, tolerance from Muslim and Christian rulers. The Jews exploited new opportunities for power, riches, and cultural and scientific encounters. Their success led them to call their land Sepharad, a name from the book of Obadiah that implied that Spanish Jews were the successors to the Jews of Israel.

This world ended in 1391. A rogue priest named Ferran Martinez incited mobs to riot throughout Spain with the slogan "Convert or die". When the violence ended, further State and Church repression followed. After 20 years of repression, a third to half of the Spanish Jews had converted.

These "conversos" quickly achieved enormous success. They obtained high public office, rose to the top of the Church hierarchy, and married into the aristocracy. But their success bred resentment. During 60 years of civil war and instability, they became handy scapegoats. They inherited the hatred and resentment traditionally directed against Jews. This led to violent anti-Convert riots, mostly centered in Southern Spain.

By the reign of Enrique IV (half-brother to his successor, Queen Isabella), most conversos had been Christian for two generations or more. This new generation had much less solidarity as conversos than their previously converted forefathers. The instinct of Jews and early conversos to side with the King for protection led the first generation to side almost unanimously with King Juan II and his principal minister Alvaro de Luna—but Luna sold them out. When Juan's son Enrique inherited both the throne and civil unrest, conversos were on all sides of the new civil wars: some stuck by the King, some sided with his brother Prince Alfonso, while others supported the untrustworthy minister Don Pacheco even after he showed he could be as treasonous to conversos as he was to the King.

The new political loyalties of the conversos reflected their assimilation and adoption of Old Christian manners. But while the conversos rejected Judaism (whether through free-will or compulsion) they were still distrusted and discriminated against by Old Christians. This blocked full assimilation. Conversos developed their own perspective and customs. This soon became an important force in Spanish art and culture.

The converso perspective first erupted through humor. The court jester, or truhan, became a feature of the Court in the 15th Century. The jesters were largely or wholly conversos. This may have been in part due to the Jewish cultural acceptance of humor. It also reflected the conversos marginal status—it was easier for Old Christians to make fun of these former Jews, and they in turn could look more skeptically and satirically at Castilian society.

A school of poetry developed during this period, with the poets called the Cancieneros, or songsters. While these poets wrote in a wide variety of styles, much of their poetry was burlesque, jester poetry written to entertain and gain the patronage of the royal court and grandees.

Many if not most of these poets were conversos. Among them, Anton de Montoro stood out as the cancionero poet who most openly admitted to his Jewish heritage. He dramatized the plight of the converso, and protested the killings and discrimination conversos suffered in Castile.

Born a Jew around 1404 in or near Cordoba, Montoro probably converted around the time of the anti-Jewish legislation of 1414. His Jewish name was Saul, and his mother remained Jewish.

He became known as the "Ropero", or clothes peddler. Trade had a low status in Castilian society, and this trade was particularly low. A tailor could service the aristocracy, and anyone with money would have clothes made-to-order. A seller of used or ready made clothes only serviced those too poor to buy fashionable wear.

He became known as a poet late in life. His first known poems date from the 1440s, when he obtained the patronage of the dominant aristocrat of Cordoba. He became one of the most successful poets of his day, engaging in poetry duels or correspondence with other well-known poets, and leaving a reasonably substantial estate.

Montoro may have stressed his low class and Jewish background partly as a pose. Like jesters, the comic cancioneros poked fun at themselves. Juan Baena, for example, a prominent converso poet, pointed to his physical ugliness and short-stature.1 Montoro's low-class occupation and Jewish background allowed, like a physical defect, for self-deprecating humor.

Montoro often satirized his Jewish descent. In a poem to his wife, he notes that they were well matched as conversos, and that he won the match because she was considered unworthy for any reputable Christian:

"You and I and to have but little worth, we had better both pervert a single house only, and not two. For [wishing] to enjoy a good husband would be a waste of time for you, and an offense to good reason; So I, old, dirty, and meek, will caress a pretty woman."2

As a comic poet of his era, he could be bawdy even by our standards. One of his poems is called, To the Woman Who Is All Tits and Ass (Montoro a Una Mujer Que Todo Era Tetas Y Culo)3. In Montoro to the Woman Who Called Him Jew, his response to what a woman meant as an insult is to refer to her as a sodomite, implying that the mouth that sent out that insult was used to perform oral sex.4

In several poems, without entirely abandoning the satiric voice, he bitterly protested the mistreatment of the conversos. After the attacks on the conversos in Carmona, he addressed King Enrique IV: "What death can you impose on me/That I have not already suffered?"5

The massacre of conversos in his hometown of Cordoba elicited a lengthy and complicated poem to Alonso de Aguilar, the aristocrat who after befriending the conversos deserted them during the attack and then allowed them to be exiled and barred from public office: "Montoro to Don Alonso de Aguilar on the Destruction of the Conversos of Cordoba". The poem begins as a fulsome panegyric to Aguilar, possibly reflecting Montoro's need to continue to live under Aguilar's protection in Cordoba. Only after eight verses of praising Aguilar does Montoro turn to the massacre, noting that after this disaster "it would serve the conversos better to be Jews than Christians."6

By verse 19, he praises the Grandee, and abjectly begs mercy for the conversos: "We want to give you tributes, be your slaves and serve you, we are impoverished, cuckolded, faggots, deceived, open to any humiliation only to survive." In the next verse, Motoro describes himself as "wretched, the first to wear the livery of the blacksmith" (the man who started the anti-converso riots). He pleads for the grandee's mercy, while he remains "starving, naked, impoverished, cuckold, and ailing."7

It has been suggested that this poem is an ironic attack on his former patron. Yet there is no apparent irony in the poem. The main attitude seems to be helpless despair in wake of the destruction of his fellow converts.

His best-known depiction of the plight of the conversos comes in his poem dedicated to Queen Isabel:

"O sad, bitter clothes-peddler [ropero] who does not feel your sorrow! Here you are, seventy years of age, and have always said [to the Virgin]: "you remained immaculate," and have never sworn [directly] by the Creator. I recite the credo, I worship pots full of greasy pork, I eat bacon half-cooked, listen to Mass, cross myself while touching holy waters-- and never could I kill these traces of the confeso.

With my knees bent and in great devotion in days set for holiness I pray, rosary in hand, reciting the beads of the Passion, adoring the God-and-Man as my highest Lord,"8 Yet for all the Christian things I do I'm still called that old faggot Jew.

The epitath at the end of the verse, "puto Judio" is a generic insult, not an imputation of homosexuality—it is the worst insult in the language: "behind the sodomite, bearer of pestilence, is the outline of the converso. They are joined in the worst popular insult that could be hurled: 'faggot Jew!.'. 9 "The English translation of "puto judio" cannot fully convey the pejorative sense of this masculinization of "puta," which figures the Jewish male subject both as a whore and as the passive partner in the homosexual act. " 10

The poem ends with a chilling prediction of the soon to be established auto-da-fe: He asks Queen Isabella, if she must burn conversos, to do it at Christmastime, when the warmth of the fire will be better appreciated.

Montoro evaded the Inquisition. He died soon after writing the poem, probably before the Inquisition came into force. He showed his lack of respect for the Church by leaving it only a nominal sum in his will. His wife was not as fortunate: she was burned as a heretic before April, 1487.11

As an artist, Montoro represents both a dead-end and a harbinger. He was a dead-end because with the imposition of the Spanish Inquisition and the purity of blood laws, conversos after him could no longer proudly point to their Jewish roots. That attitude would lead to being burned to death as a heretic. Converso artists turned instead to secrecy and indirection. It is no coincidence that the two most important works by conversos, La Celestina and Lazarillo de Tormes (both classics of world literature), were both initially published anonymously.

He was a harbinger in that the attitudes he and other cancioneros embraced: irony, irreverence, and the use of low class characters to attack the pretensions of the higher classes, would soon inspire a much more important genre. Picaresque literature came out of the cancionero tradition.12 The picaresque novel, in its turn, was to become part of the foundation of modern literature.

Francisco Marquez Villanueva, "Jewish 'Fools' of the Spanish Fifteenth Century",

Hispanic Review

, V. 50, No. 4 (Autumn, 1982), P. 393.

2 Yirmihayu Yovel, "Converso Dualities in the First Generation: The Cancioneros", Jewish Social Studies, V.4, N. 3 (1998), P. 4-5.

3 Montoro, Antón de. Poesía completa. Ed. Marithelma Costa. Cleveland: Cleveland State University Press, 1990., Poem No. 12

4 Ibid, poem No. 10

5 Marquez Villanueva, P. 403.

6 Montoro, Antón de. Poesía completa, P. 23

7 Ibid, P. 29-30

8 Yovel, P. 5-6

9 Barbara Weissberger "A Tierra, Puto!", in Queer Iberia, (Duke University Press, 1999), p. 294

10 Ibid, P. 316

11 Marquez Villanueva, P. 397

12 Victoriano Roncero Lopez, "Lazarillo, Guzman and Buffoon Literature", MLN 116 (2001), P. 237.

This article is adapted from a chapter in my draft history: Jewish Blood, The Tragedy of the Iberian Jews, about the Spanish Heine, Anton de Montoro, who dramatized the plight of the forced converts in 15th Century Spain.

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A Musical Life of Devotion

An awesome blessing to music went into the world on 23 February 1685 in Halle, Germany. An existence of incredible melodic intrigue; one loaded up with an amazing ability that would turn into a reference point to numerous all through the European landmass and range a very long time past its lifetime. It is an existence that would wind up based on an extraordinary secret of how the melodic ability would bloom into a perceived and praised blessing; an existence that would change the melodic scene and the profound love domain in a short 24 days, and an existence that would turn out to be influential to the point that it would manage melodic organizations for a long time thereafter.

A melodic life that before all else would wind up attempting to exist; an existence that will be everlastingly known in George Frideric Handel. It is through Handel that we credit numerous awesome melodic achievements; achievements in the blend of homophonic and polyphonic surfaces, through the making of his own one of a kind works through the way toward consolidating German, Italian, French, and English melodic customs into his profoundly fruitful English Oratorios. Also, above all through the enduring impacts of Handel's single most prominent blessing to the world, and the universe of music: The Messiah. In any case, how takes every necessary step of this single performer leave such a solid impact on the music that we have today? What could make the music of Handel something that would be hailed as electric, critical, one of a kind, and notwithstanding bleeding edge? Furthermore, above all how would one be able to individual modify the melodic figure of speech through a solitary twenty-multi day making of a setting of Christ's life? Through these inquiries I will investigate Handel's effect on music in a way that shed's light onto the noteworthiness of Handel as an artist, an instructor, and innovator and as a religious preserver. It is with Handel that we credit a lot of melodic headway.

Misfortune in Handel's life was something that he experienced at an opportune time throughout everyday life. At an early age Handel ended up looked with a dad that did not bolster a profession in music, in actuality his dad was a man that significantly loathed music; taking note of that it was a leisure activity that filled the sole need of throwing a light on the shortcoming of character found inside a man. It was his dad that wished he would endeavor to acquire a profession as a legal counselor, a position that would accompany a lot of security in position and money related steadiness. This was something that Handel himself would need to deal with, on the grounds that he himself was conceived with "indications of a furious desire, conceived of an attention to his predominance as an artist, and with an assurance to keep up his freedom." This assurance to propel his melodic aptitude turned into an errand that took a lot of diligent work and persuading; however it was Handel's mom that gave access to a clavichord covered up in the family's upper room. The hours spent avoiding his dad in the loft, covering the strings of the clavichord with material to hose the sound, permitted youthful George an opportunity to hone his melodic improvement and in the long run the learning of how to play both the clavichord and the organ. This early investigation is no doubt what spared the melodic profession for Handel, since it was amid the time stuck in the storage room that a youthful Duke going by heard youthful George playing in the loft and was so moved by what he heard, that he halted to tune in. Subsequent to hearing youthful George play the organ, the Duke begged George's dad to enable him to movement to Berlin and start to take music exercises. The youthful Handel started taking exercises at eight years old, and was effortlessly ready to vanquish taking in the violin, piece and hypothesis systems, harpsichord, and strengthen the organ playing aptitudes. By the age of 11, there appeared to be little that any music instructor could show George; it was now that George's dad started irate and again communicated his longing for George to stop playing in the music, and to return home and do as he wished. Handel in line with his dad did in certainty return home, just to touch base at his dad's deathbed. This was a dull time of battle for the youthful Handel, constrained to respect his dad's desires, George concluded that it was best to keep to his examinations in law; however amid this same time he proceeded to likewise hone the melodic abilities that he knew he had. It was amid this time Handel started to compose cantatas for the different places of worship that he was serving in as an organist. It was the administration in music that shouted to Handel, and when he achieved the age of eighteen, Handel had understood that it was in truth his predetermination to wind up an incredible artist noticing that he was bound to enhance his melodic capacities and his insight into music.

Leaving his introduction to the world city of Halle lead him on a progression of movements that would shape the melodic part of the standpoint that Handel would in the long run have on music. The different ventures and urban areas that Handel was to visit would start to impact each part of music that Handel would come to know and acknowledge, and it was his first goal in Hamburg that would lead Handel on the way of melodic enormity. It was amid his opportunity in Hamburg that Handel was truly acquainted with musical show, and it took no time before Handel was given a situation in the ensemble on second violin. The time at the Opera house playing violin was a period that would bring the introduction of what individuals would come to see as a man that was portrayed as a "huge and corpulent man", one that was brimming with a touchiness and one that had an outward presentation about him that was "to some degree substantial and acrid." The identity of Handel would be something that numerous truly would see as a twofold edged sword, in one angle he was a smart man that had a decent comical inclination, one that demonstrate an exceptional feeling of trustworthiness, unwavering quality, and outright genuineness in all parts of his life; yet in the meantime Handel was a man that had a short breaker, and hot temper. He was a man that was irascible and vocal about is suppositions of life all in all, and particularly music. This identity would be a characterizing some portion of Handel's melodic profession, as it was soon after he began working in Hamburg at the Opera house, that George was given the chance to show his enormous ability at the harpsichord; however it was additionally this ability that caused youthful George (now roughly age 22) to vocally differ with writer Johann Mattheson on an organization Mattheson had composed. It was this short wire of Handel's that about finished his profession, and life; however this spunk Handel showed likewise gave him the chance to get the attention of a youthful ruler, Prince Ferdinando de' Medici, which would wind up awed with the music Handel was performing. This prompt Handel being requested to leave his home, now Hamburg, and make the trip to Italy where he would again be put in a circumstance of being encompassed by new authors and styles of music.

The move to Italy was an energizing time for Handel, as Handel was at a state of where his essential inspiration for venturing out to new regions was that of picking up involvement, and on account of the chance to visit Italy, the goal was to learn as much as he could from the writers of Italy, and their brilliant musical dramas. It was in Italy that Handel made huge walks in his melodic profession and in general advancement. For when Handel made it to Italy he was presented to the world's most prominent types of music comprising of arrangements of any semblance of Opera, Cantatas, oratorios, chamber cantatas, concertos, and sonatas. This was a period that Handel started the assignment of refining his insight and truly characterizing the compositional gifts he had been utilizing to this point.

Handel was managed the advantage of having the capacity to set no restriction on the limits of which his music would take as a result of the liberal endowment of being encompassed by individuals that could bolster Handel and his day by day needs. As an individual from Prince Francesco Ruspoli court, Handel was given the opportunity to investigate compositional perspectives and dive into the music that so exceptionally captivated him, however it wasn't until the point that 1710 that Handel's melodic world would come to full acknowledgment, and would build up Handel as one of the best artists everything being equal. The year 1710 returned with Handel's turn to Germany where he would fall into the part once held by Steffani in Hanover as Kapellmeister to the Elector, George Louis, who in the end progress toward becoming King George I of England. Once in Hanover Handel was immediately persuaded to movement to England with Prince George to investigate the music scene in the nation as Prince George's mom Sophia was hitched to the English Elector, implying that Prince George would inevitably expect the position of authority of England (which occurred in 1714). Amid the early visits to London, the youthful Handel turned out to be exceedingly fascinated in London's most up to date musical show house, the Queen's Theater, and it was here that Handel concluded that he would deliver a musical drama that was Italian in nature and created particularly for London. The musical drama Rinaldo was subsequently first delivered in 1711, and comprised of marginally finished twelve exhibitions, which were all viewed as an immense achievement; along these lines making ready for Handel's turn to England, and what was to wind up the establishment for the general accomplishment of Handel.

The move to England was a positive move for Handel in general, prompting his definitive want to wind up a British national. When he was at long last subsided into his life in England, Handel was offered and acknowledged the part of music chief for the Royal Academy of Music when it opened in 1720. The institute was the middle for operatic investigations for a long time in the wake of opening; attributed significantly to the nearness of Handel himself and his capacity to draw in the best artists to play out the works he had thought of himself. Despite the fact that likewise with any commendable venture managing the greatest and most splendid stars, the institute started to see a decrease in stature and activity; credited to the high

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Matthew series: a real faith tester

Matthew 15: Lessons in Faith Part 2

It’s impossible to comb through Matthew and understand it fully. Sure, you could say it’s just writing. Yet, every time I read it there is a different slant, layer, and deep meaning. I believe it is brilliant writing. I feel that the testing of Jesus in Matthew 4 is partially a template for the whole book. Again, in chapter 14 Jesus is tempted by being weary like he was in the desert temptation. Here in chapter 15 Jesus seems to be tempted with authority just like he was in the desert. It’s interesting that Jesus responds the same way too. He uses the Old Testament as his weapon.

I have said before that Matthew is sort of a guide book for new Christians. You have been schooled so far on who Jesus is and what he believes. In these chapters 14-17 Matthew is training you on how to defend your faith. Your faith will be tested. Jesus is said to have endured the testing himself so that he could empathize with us. These chapters show us that. Jesus was tested with being weary. He was tested in faith to help others. In this chapter he tested with authority and knowledge.

Does Jesus respect tradition? Our test in Christianity will land within the realm of tradition most of the time. Will we follow men and their interpretation of the Bible? Will we do Christianity their way or God’s way. This is certainly not an easy topic. Church is supposed to be a place of happiness and friendship. It is, except at times people get in the way. There is pride, jealousy, and fear of losing power within religious walls. People build rules that go beyond what the Bible intended. This chapter talks about that. Jesus gives his take on it. The Bible needs to be part of your Christian training. Not so much to know the truth but to defend your truth in Jesus. Do you know your Bible?

Matthew 15:3 “Jesus replied, “And why do you break the command of God for the sake of your tradition?”

Isaiah 29:13 “The Lord says: “These people come near to me with their mouth and honor me with their lips, but their hearts are far from me.”

Traditions. We have many traditions. We hold the door for someone. We put a penny in a well. We throw salt over our shoulders. If it’s December I think of Christmas. If it’s October I think Halloween or thanksgiving. We all have various things we call traditions. I have hash browns and eggs every Saturday morning. It’s tradition. It is also in honor of my grandparents that made breakfast for me. I believe that Jesus did like traditions. He had conflicts with the religious rulers because they were using tradition as a club. It honored their institution and not God. What are your traditions?

Matthew 15:3 “Jesus replied, "And why do you break the command of God for the sake of your tradition?”

Deuteronomy 16:10 “Then celebrate the Festival of Weeks to the LORD your God by giving a freewill offering in proportion to the blessings the LORD your God has given you.”

Matthew 15 sees Jesus in the mist of his ministry life. He is traveling, teaching, having disputes with the religious rulers, and deep discussions with the faithful. Within all that is the miracles. Who is Jesus? Well, if he is God, then he might know something of the Bible. He might preform acts that are seen as miracles. He may also want to establish his kingdom on earth. Jesus is building something here. I believe Matthew saw that in the life of Jesus. His book is building our faith through knowledge and examples. I also believe Matthew is warning us on the pitfalls of religion.

In some ways this chapter spells it out. When we put religion first. When we put our beliefs first. We tend to put us first. What really happens is that the world around us fades away. We don’t see people in need. We don’t hear what people are really saying. Look at this chapter. Jesus is on the road. The noise of the religious scrutiny is all around him. He heals people. Jesus teaches. He is interested in the well-being of others by feeding four thousand. Throughout this chapter the religious rulers and disciples are off track. Jesus stays steady and sure in his mission.

Matthew 15:19-20 “For out of the heart come evil thoughts—murder, adultery, sexual immorality, theft, false testimony, slander. 20 These are what defile a person; but eating with unwashed hands does not defile them.”

Isaiah 29:13 “The Lord says: "These people come near to me with their mouth and honor me with their lips, but their hearts are far from me. Their worship of me is based on merely human rules they have been taught.’

Read Matthew 15. Also read Matthew 4 again. Read Nehemiah 6. It is encouraging to see others try and focus in the mist of trouble.

1. There is a reason the Pharisees questioned Jesus about ceremonial washing. Some people think baptism is a New Testament thing. Washing the body to be clean or renewed is not foreign to Jesus. The question was legitimate. It’s fascinating that Jesus does not address this issue. Instead, Jesus does the Jesus thing. He poses another question. Matthew 15 is testing our faith. How is that? Really, he is training us on what not to do.

Jesus confronts the religious rulers by asking them a deeper question. All throughout the Gospels Jesus always responds to attacks with another question. This time he is pressing the religious men to examine their devotion to the original law. Do they honor their mother and father? There are the Ten Commandments. They are famous. If you read further into the Bible, there are many other suggestions or laws of God. A legal system was set up by Moses.

What is forgotten is that the commandments are a lifestyle on how to treat people and God well. Obviously, people like making laws. God likes making a lifestyle. Honor your mother. Honor your God. Honor your neighbor. This section of Matthew 15 is sad. Matthew 15:19-20 tells his disciples plainly what we do with our mouths and hearts. Laws try and make us look good, but our hearts are not that good. I can wash my hands clean, but can I have a clean mind and heart? To be a Christian is to work on the inside rather than the outside.

Matthew 15:9 “But in vain they do worship me, teaching for doctrines the commandments of men.”

Exodus 30:21 “They shall wash their hands and their feet, so that they may not die: it shall be a perpetual ordinance for them, for him and for his descendants throughout their generations.”

2. I love friendly banter. What I mean is a comical conversation with true meaning. Jesus believes in his mission. He wants to stay focused. I suspect it comes across as arrogant or cold. God is on point to get his kingdom started. He has the look. Along comes a woman from Canaan. If you knew these people then you would know their superstitions. They sought out the spiritual. Yet, this woman is smart and witty. Jesus is too.

These two engage in a battle of wittiness. She asks for help from Jesus because she had heard he was spiritually powerful. Jesus is on mission. He is here to train these twelve Jewish men to build the kingdom. Jesus has no time for religious nuts. Verse 26 I quoted below is a harsh statement in my mind. She begs for help, but he ignores her. We pass beggars all the time don’t we. They become annoying. This woman does not stop. Jesus tries to use the bread of life statement. She does not give up.

I feel Jesus is prodding her to respond. I bet she had sought help from idol images, priests, and who knows what. Jesus calling her a dog is tempting her to flee away. Yet, she responded with a very witty answer. Even the dogs eat the crumbs from the bread. Jesus was impressed so he healed her. I will point out two thoughts here. One is that the disciples don’t listen. They want her gone. I get it. Religious nuts can be annoying. Secondly, Jesus patiently allows this woman to make a choice. How bad does she want God’s help? Jesus drove her to be willing even to the point of eating the crumbs of God. That is desire. Are we willing to take the time to listen to people and push their faith forward?

Matthew 15:26 “He replied, "It is not right to take the children's bread and toss it to the dogs."

Jerimiah 15:16 “When your words came, I ate them; they were my joy and my heart's delight, for I bear your name, LORD God Almighty.”

3. What does God see? I know a song called “what if God was one of us” by Joan Osbourne. What if? This chapter answers that. Jesus is on mission to do his fathers will. He is focused and unwavering. The religious men see the law. The disciples see hungry people that they can’t help. Jesus sees a chance to teach, feed, and cure. Jesus sees the essence of the law. Honor those around you. Jesus sees faith stumbling and growing. Those are the things God sees.

Matthew is using his book to grow our faith. That word is sprinkled throughout this book. Jesus mentions “your faith has healed you”; “ye of little faith.” The point is not to bash our faith. The point is not to be tested. The point is to move us to look beyond ourselves. He asked the Pharisees to look beyond their laws. He asked the disciples to look beyond what they see. I feel Matthew is training us to see what God sees.

Matthew 15:31 “so that the crowd was amazed when they saw the mute speaking, the maimed whole, the lame walking, and the blind seeing. And they praised the God of Israel.”

1 Samuel 16:7 “But the LORD said to Samuel, "Do not consider his appearance or his height, for I have rejected him. The LORD does not look at the things people look at. People look at the outward appearance, but the LORD looks at the heart."

4. Sometimes we praise a writer for how they construct their story. Oh, that was smart or clever of Steven King or Ernest Hemmingway. Do we give Matthew enough credit? It’s easy to overlook his message. We are reading the story of Jesus. The problem is that it’s not a story. This is not a time line. This book is a snapshot of the whole 33 years of Jesus life. There are gaps and holes. Things we never get to see or hear about. What was Jesus like at home, in school, or at work?

That is why I say this is not a story. A story has a beginning and a conclusion. Sure, Jesus was born and died. Yet this is open ended. We are told he was born. Jesus dies but is raised to life. Eternity means the story never ends. I think Matthew is giving us a message more than a story. Just look at chapter 15 again. The Pharisees come from Jerusalem to pick on Jesus devotion to Judaism. The Canaanite woman comes from a land of idols seeking healing. The disciples are blind to what is really happening. All they see is annoying women and hungry people. Matthew is showing us bad religion. People that see their own faith and their own needs. Look deeper. See more. Listen harder. God just might be showing us something we are unwilling to see, hear, and help that is beyond religion.

Matthew 15:32 “Then Jesus called his disciples to him and said, “I have compassion for the crowd, because they have been with me now for three days and have nothing to eat; and I do not want to send them away hungry, for they might faint on the way.”

Hebrews 11:1 “Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen.”

What it all means?

Matthew is training us. It’s a shame if we only see the story. It’s a shame if we only preach on the famous verses. Verse 26 is hard learning. Why does Jesus call her a dog? Verse 3 has Jesus arguing with the religious rulers. I know that churches guard traditions. I also know they swing the other way. I know a church called “true Jesus.” Compared to the untrue churches of Jesus? I know churches that call themselves undenominational. They break from tradition I guess. What does it all mean?

I feel that many of these places read the Bible looking for meaning. They are looking for themselves within the words. What they miss is the meaning and words of Matthew and Jesus. This chapter is not just about Jesus. This chapter is not just about witty verses, miracles, or feeding 4 thousand. Do you know how many books are written on “if” the feeding of five thousand or four thousand are the same story. Maybe, just maybe, they were accounted for to get our attention. Faith means miracles can happen. Faith means we can provide when all seems impossible. Religiously speaking: what do you really have faith in?

I know a man who believed the notes written in his Bible were scripture. He refused to believe they were just comments by another writer about his Bible. Why? In his church they used those quotes so much that they became bigger than the Bible itself. In a way, they trained him to read the notes. Follow the notes. Believe the notes. The true word of God was being ignored. That is what this chapter means. Making Jesus ministry more than it was, is a crime. The message is plain. What God wants done is there before us. Most of the time we are too busy creating religion to see what needs to be seen.

Matthew 15:28 “Then Jesus said to her, “Woman, you have great faith! Your request is granted.” And her daughter was healed at that moment.”

Romans 1:17 “For in the gospel the righteousness of God is revealed—a righteousness that is by faith from first to last, just as it is written: “The righteous will live by faith.”

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Synonyms with Hindi meaning (समानार्थी शब्द )

Synonyms with Hindi meaning

Definition :- Synonyms are words that are similar to another word or have a related meaning.

Synonym का अर्थ समानार्थी या पर्यायवाची शब्द हे। वे शब्द जो अर्थ में लगभग समान होते हे। किन्तु उनके रूप में विभिन्नता होती हे। ऐसे शब्द Synonym कहलाते हे।

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Word अर्थ Synonym

Adore आदर करना respect, worship, Admire

Alive सजीव lively, vigorous, lifelike

Admire प्रसंसा करना praise, esteem, Adore

Anger क्रोध Resentment, wrath, rage, fury

Absolve दोषमुक्त करना pardon, forgive

Accord सहमति agreement, harmony

Acrimony रूखापन harshness, bitterness

Adamant अटल stubborn, inflexible

Adherent पक्षपाती follower, disciple

Adjunct सहायक joined, added

Admonish धिक्कारना counsel, reprove

Adversity विपत्ति misfortune, calamity

Alien विदेशी foreigner, outsider

Allay निराकरणकरना pacify, soothe

Antipathy घृणा/ नफ़रत hostility, aversion

Apathy उदासीनता unconcern, indifference

Arraign कलंक लगाना charge, blame

Audacity धृष्टता boldness, arrogance

Authentic विश्वसनीय genuine, reliable

Awkward अजीब/भद्दा clumsy, rough

Bad बुरा Evil, wicked, devilish

Baffle चकरा देना frustrate, perplex

Brave बहादुर /वीर Courageous, interpid, bold, daring

Benefit लाभ profit, advantage, gain

Bewitch मोहित करना magical, fascinating, attract

Bleak बेरंग dismal, gloomy

Brittle नाज़ुक delicate, fragile

Bustle हलचल haste, flurry

Calamity आपदा adversity, misfortune

Calm शांत cool, allayed, quiet

Cheat धोका outwit, fraud, dupe

Capable सक्षम competent, able

Captivate बंदी बनाना charm, fascinate

Captivity क़ैद imprisonment, confinement

Cavity गुहा depth, depression

Cease संघर्ष terminate, desist

Chaste पवित्र virtuous, pure

Chastise दं�� देना punish, admonish

Compassion दया kindness, sympathy

Comprise समावेश करना include, contain

Concede स्वीकार करना yield, permit

Concur मिलना-जुलना approve, agree

Consent सहमति agree, permit

Contempt अपमान scorn, disregard

Contradict खंडन deny, oppose

Contrary विरोध dissimilar, conflicting

Dainty

शिष्ट

elegant, delicate

Synonym with Hindi meaning

Decay क्षय collapse, decompose

Deceit छल deception, artifice

Decipher गूढ़लिपि पढ़ना interpret, reveal

Dedicate समर्पित devote, consecrate

Defer विलंब करना prolong, suspend

Defile अशुद्ध contaminate, pollute

Defray चुकाना spend, pay

Deliberate जानबूझकर cautious, intentional

Delicious स्वादिष्ट palatable, tasteful

Demolish ध्वस्त ruin, devastate

Deprive वंचित despoil, divest

Deride उपहास करना mock, taunt Synonyms with Hindi meaning

Despicable नीच worthless, shameless

Disdain तिरस्कार detest, despise

Eccentric विलक्षण strange, abnormal

Ecstasy परमानंद delight, exultation

Efface मिटाना destroy, obliterate

Elevate ऊपर उठाना dignify, heighten

Eliminate हटा दें expel, oust

Eloquence वाग्मिता expression, fluency

Encumbrance भार hindrance, obstacle

Endeavor एंडेवर undertake, aspire

Enormous विशाल colossal, mammoth

Epitome प्रतीक precise, example

Equivocal गोलमोल uncertain, hazy

Eradicate उन्मूलन destroy, exterminate

Esteem आदर respect, regard

Eternal सनातन perpetual, endless

Evade बचना avoid, elude

Evident स्पष्ट obvious, apparent

Fabricate गढ़ना construct, produce

Flock समूह bunch, crowd, group, herd, swarm, troop

Falter लड़खड़ाना stumble, demur

Fanatical कट्टर narrow-minded, biased

Fantastic बढ़िया fanciful, uncommon

Feeble निर्बल weak, frail

Ferocious क्रूर cruel, fierce

Feud अदावत strife, quarrel

Fleeting क्षणभंगुर transient, temporary

Fertile उपजाऊ Abundant, plentiful, Fruitful

Fluctuate उतार चढ़ाव deflect, vacillate

Forsake त्यागना desert, renounce

Fragile नाज़ुक/ भंगुर weak, infirm

Frantic उन्मत्त violent, agitated

funeral अंत्येष्टि /श्राद्ध burial, interment

Funny मजाकिया Amusing, comical, Humorous

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The Princess and the Peasant - (An Azula Epic) - Chapter 7 - The Princess's Protection

"I demand to know all about this...ailment of yours." Azula ordered while gazing down at Elle as they made their way through the city.

"Oh, I have a breathing condition. I have to take an inhaler to stabilize my breathing on a regular basis." Elle informed while her master glared down at her with irate golden eyes.

"In other words, you are feeble." The princess snorted while the blonde's shoulders slumped as she gazed down at her.

"Azula!" Ty Lee scolded while frowning with her hand on Elle's shoulder.

"Tell me servant. What happens when we retrieve your…medicine? It will run out sooner or later no? Have you given that any thought?" Azula inquired while staring down at Elle with cold eyes.

"U-um I did…I was hoping that Her Highness could replicate it somehow…" The blonde-haired girl admitted shyly while the older girl glanced down at her sternly.

"Do I look like a healer to you?" The princess asked icily while glaring ahead with her acrobat friend still frowning.

"I bet you can figure something out Azula! You're so brilliant! If anyone can replicate her medicine. It's you." The brown-haired woman praised sweetly while the markswoman sighed under her breath.

Azula noticeably swelled in confidence while walking with her lips curving into a smug smirk all the while Ty Lee smiled victoriously.

When in doubt just stroke Azula's ego!

"Azula-sama is the smartest person in the whole world! The most beautiful too!" Elle cheered happily while smiling up at her master's smirking face.

"I am rather amazing yes…" The princess agreed while scanning her fingernails smugly.

"There is no one more amazing than Her Highness." The blonde-haired girl chirped while the acrobat giggled down at her.

"Seriously Azula. I can see why she is your favorite. This girl is a total brownnoser." Mai stated dryly while Azula glared over her shoulder.

The princess's callous eyes never failed to notice when the small girl turned to her with a sudden look of curiosity in her gaze.

"What's a brownnoser Azula-sama?" The blonde-haired girl inquired abruptly while peering up at the three stunned taller girls.

"Seriously?" The markswoman repeated with disbelief lacing her voice.

Is this girl that naïve?

"You…don't know what a brownnoser is Elle?" Azula asked in a taken aback voice while peering down at her pet while the girl chewed on her lip.

"No. I've spent most of my life isolated from the world in the family estate. I don't know much about the world other than what I've read in books inside our library…I haven't had much social interaction with anyone besides my brother." Elle explained while gazing up at the three women with innocent amber eyes.

"I told you that we have to look out for her." Ty Lee remarked while patting Elle's back as the girl blushed up at her taller form.

"A brownnoser is someone who spends the bulk of their time with their face buried in someone else's ass." Mai stated in a deadpan voice while her two friends sweatdropped as she gazed down at Elle's thoughtful face.

"Mai…" The princess warned in an icy voice while her friend gazed back with teasing eyes.

"But I-I haven't had my face in Azula-sama's…bottom." The blonde-haired girl protested naively while a blush developed on her cheeks just as all three girls stared down at her in unison.

Even Azula's mouth was agape in surprise while Ty Lee now peered down at Elle with her face overtaking a literal shade of pink.

"Wow. You sure are a sheltered child, aren't you?" The brown-haired woman commented while gazing over in amusement at the princess's stoic face.

"Servant. Pay no mind to Mai. She's just miserable because her fiancé ditched her." Azula taunted while staring down at Elle as the girl nodded faithfully.

"As you say Azula-sama…always as you say." Elle agreed warmly while Azula gazed down at her in gratification.

"I bet if Azula pulled her pants down right now…you'd pucker up upon command." The markswoman teased playfully while her two friends turned to glare at her.

"That's a bit mean Mai." Ty Lee spoke in an almost big sisterly manner while frowning at her glum comrade.

"Azula-sama saved me from a cold alleyway. I am forever grateful for her mercy. As her sworn servant I will always obey her. No matter the order." The blonde-haired girl chimed innocently while her words produced an uncomfortable silence in the air.

"Good girl. It pleases me to know that you would kiss my ass if I ordered you to do so." The princess purred while patting the smiling blonde's head while her friends coughed nervously.

"She…just proved my point." Mai muttered while gazing down at Elle with a slight bit of amusement in her eyes.

"…W-well you do have a beautiful backside master…it's a very lovely bottom." Elle stammered while peering up at the woman's smug face with worshipful eyes.

"You were right Ty Lee…she is adorable." Azula announced as she turned to her blushing friend with her palm still resting in the small girl's hair.

"…Well like I said Azula. With devotion like that you really should try to look out for her." Ty Lee stated while smiling awkwardly down at Elle's beaming face.

"Hm. Indeed." The princess agreed while patting the girl's little head once more before placing her fist back against her hip.

"So…where exactly are these bullies?" The markswoman asked while gazing down at the blonde's naïve face.

"Oh! They were frequenting a coffee shop the last I saw them. I was thinking we might check there." The blonde-haired girl answered while the three-women exchanged comical glances.

"Tell me servant. How's that pacifism working out for you now?" Azula purred while glancing down at Elle while the girl smiled all the while.

"…You have got to be joking. You're a pacifist and you're friends with Azula?" Mai questioned dryly while even Ty Lee blinked in astonishment.

"It's a good thing that we're here to look out for our little pacifist." The brown-haired woman stated while patting the teenager's shoulder with her leader snorted snidely in agreement.

"It's working out quite well for me. I've made friends with three powerful noble girls'…one being Her Highness herself. I've never been the sort to start trouble. I just go with the flow! And here I have flowed." Elle declared to the amusement of Ty Lee while peering up at Azula with the woman glaring down at her in response.

"She's got a point actually." The markswoman stated while the princess folded her arms over her breasts gazing down at the handmaid.

"Here you have flowed. And you can just as easily flow back into that alleyway." The princess informed strictly while the small blonde padded alongside her.

"Azula…you shouldn't get mad at her when you are the one who asked it to begin with." Ty Lee commented while grinning down at their petite new friend.

"I'll do as I please thank you very much Ty Lee." Azula scoffed while Elle peered up at her with a finger on her lip.

"Do…you need another hug Master Azula?" Elle requested tenderly while Azula stiffened much to her friends shared amusement.

"No. No, I do not." The princess replied sternly while glaring down at the younger girl's beaming face.

The girl was cute…that much she will admit.

"I think she does." Mai stated while paying Azula's icy glare little mind while watching in amusement as Elle drifted closer to the princess's side.

"Servant! Don't you even…I told you that I don't need a hug!" Azula protested as she tensed when Elle leaped onto her belly once more.

The two noble girls stared on in puzzlement while the blonde embraced their princess around her midsection.

"From now on whenever you're angry I'm going to give you a hug!" The blonde-haired girl cried out as she nuzzled the princess's taut stomach while pressing her face into the squirming woman's robed flesh.

"No! No. You will not! Now detach from my stomach at once!" The princess growled out while folding her arms as she fixed her grudgingly adorable pet with a glare.

"Aww! She's really sweet Azula." The brown-haired woman exclaimed while smiling over at the two while her friend rolled her eyes in response.

"Even if you look like you're going to set someone on fire! I'll hug you each and every time Master Azula!" Elle cheered out joyously as she detached from her master's side while peering up at her scowling face with a bright smile.

Azula turned away while her eyes pierced Mai's skull as the gloomy noble snickered with a hand over her mouth.

"You do that servant and you just might find that you're the one I set on fire." The princess declared coldly while staring down at her pet while the girl bounced alongside her.

"You know I really like her Azula!" Ty Lee announced while placing her arm over Elle's shoulders once more while the shorter girl smiled shyly up at her.

"I thought you might. Now let's…just get to this accursed coffee shop." Azula sighed while brushing her hair from her eyes with a lazy finger.

To think that she was actually tracking bullies for her handmaid…

There was no way that her father could ever be allowed to hear of this.

Luckily for her, he is far too busy to be concerned with such trivial affairs.

It wasn't too long before the three women stood at the top of a staircase with their younger companion while the princess tapped her boot impatiently as she watched Elle peer down over the rails.

"They're actually here. They really are as preppy as I thought they were." Elle stated while she glanced up at Azula's callous face.

True enough there were two Fire Nation girls seated at a table chatting with one another in the multi-leveled balcony of the picnic table area outside of the café.

"I almost feel sorry for them. But not really." Ty Lee spoke while she stared down at the two-snickering girl's with angered brown-gray eyes.

"These two are the ones? Very well my servant. In recognition of your admirable loyalty I will mercilessly punish them. Wait here." Azula announced while striding forward with her hands clasped behind her back and menace in her step.

Her two-childhood friends visibly shivered only to gaze on in confusion when the servant girl pulled on the princess's arm to stop her.

"Oh no! I don't want you to hurt them Azula-sama. Now that you've tracked them for me. I will negotiate this matter peacefully." The blonde-haired girl insisted while the woman gazed down at her with her face scrunched up in mockery.

"You can't be serious." The princess snorted with her hands on her shapely hips while they watched the girl shake her head.

"Mhm! I don't want to see them get hurt. I may not like them…and they may have bullied me but I still wish them well. Please wait here while I politely request for them to return my medicine." Elle explained while smiling gently as she turned to walk away with her backpack on her shoulders.

The three girls exchanged a baffled glance with the acrobat being the most understanding of the three.

But even Ty Lee was finding that Elle was more compassionate than she.

"See what I mean Azula? She's a really sweet girl…a bit clueless but sweet. She would be lost without us to look after her." The brown-haired woman spoke while turning to the princess as she scowled after the blonde's marching form.

"On that I agree with you. Well…let's take a seat and order a coffee. I am certain that the girl has it all under control." Azula scoffed as they strode down the steps while she observed her young admirer approach the girl's table.

The three women seated themselves on the overlooking balcony while they watched the petite blonde naively stride across the distance of the café.

While even waving kindly at the two girls!

The two girls were now noticing their victim approaching as they exchanged a glance while smirking in a manner that was eerily like the sadistic princess.

Only…on a much smaller and pettier level.

Ty Lee sighed while she sat beside Azula as she gazed at her friend observing the situation with unconcealed amusement in her eyes.

The stupid girls couldn't even see Azula on the upper balcony from where they were seated.

"Look who it is Irri." The first girl mocked after noticing the small blonde walking towards their table.

The taller of the two girls turned to stare at the approaching blonde with cruel intent in her gaze.

"Hello there. We ran into each other a few days ago. I have reason to believe that you took something of mine." The blonde-haired girl greeted with a bafflingly polite voice while the princess tried to stifle her own laughter.

Even the usual apathetic Mai seemed to find the girl's absurdly courteous manner of handling a dispute rather comical.

"Oh, look new clothes! You must have taken up pan handling! I can just see your sign now. Will give blowjobs for a coin." Irri taunted while gazing up at Elle's still smiling face.

"Yeah! Who did you blow?" Arra sneered while both girls sat unaware that Azula was gazing down at them with predatory eyes.

'Those girls are so dead…' Ty Lee thought while folding her arms over her bust while she gazed at the princess's waning smile.

"Huh…who did I blow? Look…I can see that there has been a misunderstanding. If I did anything to offend either of you. I now offer you my apology." Elle spoke while her new friends gazed over at her back in disbelief.

'Why is she apologizing to them!' Azula pondered with her eyes narrowing in increased aggravation while her friends watched her ire boil over slowly.

"You apologize?" The dark-haired girl questioned while gazing up at the nodding blonde.

"Mhm! I don't know what I did to anger you so terribly but I am willing to take responsibility for my actions." The blonde-haired girl explained while the princess stared on furrowing her brows in disgust.

The two girls glanced at one another while the shorter girl shifted on her feet still smiling.

"With that out of the way. May I please have my medicine back now?" Elle pondered as she held out her hand for Irri to give it back.

The dark-haired girl began to smile in a manner that was clearly deceptive to the three noble women.

Yet Elle continued to smile genuinely seemingly unaware.

The three looked up from their table as a waitress dashed forward to greet the reclining princess.

"H-how may I serve you-" Lei trailed off when the woman raised her hand to signal silence.

It was a rude gesture to be certain.

But when Princess Azula signaled that she wanted silence. One had best obey.

If they sought to keep breathing that is.

"Do not announce my presence. If you do…I will be certain that you lose your job." Azula stated icily while Ty Lee gazed down at the bowing waitress with sympathetic eyes.

The poor girl could only nod in a terrified manner uncertain if she was even allowed to speak.

"With that out of the way…we would like three lattes." The princess commanded curtly while leaning back in her seat.

"Y-yes. I will bring those back right away…" The waitress assured before turning to spring inside of the cafe.

"I hate lattes." Mai muttered glumly with Ty Lee gazing at her in amusement while the princess quietly scoffed.

"You hate everything." Azula remarked while turning back to her young handmaid's situation down below.

"Well that fixes everything. Of course, I'll give it back." Irri commented as she smiled at Elle's relieved face.

Up on the balcony Ty Lee's lips curved into a pissed off frown as she turned to Azula's emotionless face watching the scene carefully.

'What a cruel bitch…but still…I have no right to judge…given that I am sitting with Azula.' The acrobat thought while staring down below as the girl arose from her seat.

"That's great to hear! Clearly this was all a misunderstanding." Elle stated while peering up at the taller girl's smiling face.

"Is…she really that naïve?" Mai muttered quietly while turning to Azula as their drinks were set down before them by the fearful waitress.

"It would seem so." Azula replied with her lips curling into a frown while the waitress knelt on the floor before her.

As Lei bowed before the woman's pointed boots, she could only hope that the difficult young woman has been pleased with her service.

Ty Lee was the only one of the three that glanced down at the poor girl in pity before gazing back downward to the scene below.

Her brown-gray eyes watched with a protective gleam as the Fire Nation girl approached Elle's much shorter frame.

"Yeah. A misunderstanding. We weren't really trying to set your hair on fire. We just got a bit carried away!" Arra remarked with a feigned apologetic smile while trying to stifle her laughter.

As soon as Azula heard those words she glared down at Elle's back with heavy annoyance permeating her stare.

Even Ty Lee. Easily the most compassionate of the three of them was glaring down at the two girl's no longer caring if they died.

'Why would she even care if I hurt them? This is ridiculous!' The princess thought while staring down at her young handmaid with clear bewilderment in her eyes.

She just didn't understand it…and as a prodigy who excelled at almost anything, she put her mind to.

It truly got on her nerves when she couldn't understand something or someone.

Perhaps…that was why she was finding herself becoming fond of her servant.

Elle…was an enigma.

"The past is the past. Perhaps we can be friends now?" The blonde-haired girl asked with her hand extended with the taller girl stepping over her.

The three highborn women exchanged a baffled glance with clearly even the acrobat failing to comprehend why the girl would even consider being friends with someone who tried to set her hair on fire.

"Right…let's be friends. Shake on it with me." The dark-haired girl informed while holding her hand out before the shorter girl.

At this moment Azula groaned while holding her right hand over her face as she ground her teeth together in ever rising aggravation.

"That sounds great. My name is Elle!" Elle chimed while staring up at Irri's smiling face as she reached out to shake her hand.

What came soon after had been expected by all on Team Azula yet infuriating to them all the same.

A slapping sound resonated through the air while Elle soared to the stone flooring with a new bruise on her cheek.

The princess stared down at the small blonde's crumpled form while trying to suppress the grating sense of anger upon seeing her admirer struck in the face.

Ty Lee had already stood up from her seat with her fists clenched while Mai gazed up at her with curious tawny eyes.

It took a great deal to piss off the acrobat.

But those two girls managed to do it.

"Sit down Ty Lee. She has it all under control." Azula commented wryly while gazing up at Ty Lee's outraged face.

"Azula…how can you even say that?" Ty Lee demanded while staring back at her friend with disgust in her eyes.

"She's the one who wanted to settle this peacefully. This is what her foolish pacifism will get her. It's naïve and pathetic." The princess spoke while staring up at the acrobat's scowling lips before all three of them peered back below.

The Fire Nation girl cruelly removed the blonde's backpack from her shoulders all the while snickering with her fellow bully.

"You are even dumber than I thought you were! Why would I ever want to be friends with you! Thanks for bringing the backpack to me though! What sort of moron brings back what I was trying to take in the first place? Idiot." Irri sneered while gazing down at Elle while the younger girl held a hand to her cheek as she sat up slowly.

"I see. I…suppose we have not progressed forward but instead moved backwards." Elle announced while staring up at Irri's mean face with a downcast look in her eyes.

"You see? Brilliant deduction genius! It wasn't a mistake that I took your little breather. I knew that you'd be stupid enough to come running back for it." The dark-haired girl taunted while leaning over the kneeling teenager's marred face.

"Please give me my stuff back. Or…I will have to call my friends over." The blonde-haired girl insisted as she gazed up at the two-laughing girls.

"You have friends? I doubt it." Arra snorted while gazing down at Elle with a smirk on her lips.

"What friend might that be? The unscrupulous looking man that tried to hire you as a prostitute?" The dark-haired girl questioned while unzipping the girl's bag with a cruel grin on her lips.

Azula sat unflinching while sensing her two friends staring at her in a questioning manner.

Ty Lee's brown-gray eyes narrowed as she scowled down at Azula trying to resist the urge to puke.

"You know what's even more pathetic." The acrobat began quietly while turning to stare at the princess's callous face.

"What Ty Lee?" The princess sighed while pondering what her problem is lately.

"If you had seen this passing by a week ago you would have laughed with them…applauded them even. Maybe even joined in. I can't help but ponder if the only reason you care is because you like how she strokes your ego." Ty Lee declared in a furious voice while mustering up the nerve to glare down at Azula's shocked face.

A bead of sweat dripped down Mai's cheek as she turned to Azula's displeased countenance.

Azula glared up at Ty Lee with narrowed golden eyes that shone with fury over being back talked twice in one day.

"You forget your place Ty Lee." The princess warned icily while gazing between her handmaid's bruised cheek and her childhood friends judging eyes.

"No. I don't. You're in charge. But I question if you were deserving of that fire lily." The acrobat stated while meeting livid golden eyes.

A unanimous flinch was felt by both Mai and the poor waitress entrapped in the midst of their argument.

It would generally be considered suicidal to tell Princess Azula that she was not worth the flower gifted to her from a peasant girl.

And Ty Lee just did.

"You dare…claim that I am not worth a peasant's flower?" Azula pondered in a tone devoid of her usual casualness that she used with Ty Lee.

"Azula…you're the strongest person I know…you're beyond beautiful and you're a genius to boot. But not all relationships are founded on fear. Some…believe it or not…are forged by compassion." Ty Lee explained while leaning on the table as she met her angered friends stare.

The tension continued to build up between the two with Azula only calmly marginally over the compliments to her looks and skill.

"What's gotten into you lately Ty Lee?" The princess inquired in a more leveled voice while frowning up at her childhood friend.

"I feel like our friendship is slipping. And I don't think you care." The acrobat admitted while folding her arms over her bust while the regal woman peered up with taken aback eyes.

Before Azula could even mouth a response, her attention was regained by the conflict down below.

She began to feel a growing sense of anger to see the stupid girl bending over to intimidate her admirer.

"N-no. Not him. I have three friends. Older girls. And my best friend…she's a firebender!" Elle retorted as she stood up shakily to meet the cruel girl's gaze.

The girl's declaration came across as a shock to the three noblewomen.

Azula gazed down at Elle with puzzlement in her eyes while sensing Ty Lee's stare of disapproval.

She turned to meet her friends gaze while sighing heavily with her annoyance nearing its peak.

"Ah. We had it backwards Irri. She took up rugmunching for coin." The first girl laughed loudly with her words flowing freely through the air high up into the three noblewomen's ears.

The princess's blood began to boil when she heard the remark that directly insulted her womanhood.

A snort of amusement resonated from Mai that was silenced speedily with a spin of her head.

Her eyes pierced the markswoman's skull and even the acrobat fell into a nervous silence.

"So what? I am a firebender. Now why don't you go eat some carpet…or whatever it is that you do." Irri called out while holding the girl's backpack out of reach.

Azula set her latte down scowling all the while having long since decided to brutally torture the girls.

This was beginning to get embarrassing watching this pathetic display.

"Eat carpet? Why would I ever eat carpet?" The blonde-haired girl asked naively while both girls blinked in disbelief before their roaring laughter once more echoed throughout the balcony.

The princess held a hand to her face while groaning under her breath while the gloomy noblewoman did the same.

The two exchanged a shared incredulous look before turning to the acrobat's still furious face.

'Just how naïve…is this girl?' Azula thought while placing an arm on her chair before sighing heavily.

"Oh wow! You really take stupid to a whole new level, don't you? You know…I bet. That anyone you think is your friend…is just using you. Your face screams easy prey. I would know." The dark-haired girl informed while smirking down at the shorter girl as she began trying to retake her pack.

The princess continued to gaze back at the acrobat whose brown-gray eyes never ceased conveying an unspoken judgement.

Her lips curved into an even deeper scowl understanding quite clearly that Ty Lee was silently accusing her of stringing the girl along.

'Ty Lee has some nerve! I have treated this girl quite graciously!' Azula thought while exhaling a puff of flame through her nostrils.

"That is not true! Now please give me my stuff back!" Elle exclaimed while making a swipe for the bag only for it to rise out of reach.

"Come on you can do it half-pint! Just a little further! Ooh you almost made it!" Irri taunted while laughing over Elle as the girl stumbled forward pitifully.

The princess tapped the tabletop while meeting her friends angered stare before sighing as if it was a big inconvenience for her to have to stand.

"Please give it back!" The blonde-haired girl repeated with the bag being held out of reach just as the second girl walked up behind her friend.

"Would you look at that…a little jewelry chest… " Arra trailed off while whistling over her friends’ shoulder as they both taunted Elle.

"D-don't you touch that. That belonged to my mother!" Elle shouted with the first signs of anger in her voice.

"You want it? Then jump higher panter! Maybe if you jump high enough, you'll be able to make a grab for your precious medicine as well. But you're going to have to work hard for it!" The dark-haired girl yelled out while her friend dangled the inhaler above the petite girl's head.

The two girls stood above the small blonde, one with the backpack and its contents in hand.

And the other cruelly draping the medicine over her head just as her fingers failed to grasp it every time.

"I-I'll get my medicine back…and my backpack back. The only difference will be the shape in which you walk away from here. If you give both to me now…we can still resolve this peaceably." The blonde-haired girl attempted to reason while Azula rolled her eyes from far above.

"Really? You're going to beat us up? You can't even jump without panting!" Arra hollered while swiping the inhaler out of Elle's reach just as the teenage fell down holding her chest.

"What's this? Is this a diary?" Irri questioned mockingly while carelessly flipping the book open.

"T-that's none of your b-business…p-put it down!" Elle stammered as she stood up shakily while holding her chest as she continued to wheeze.

Azula finally stood up from her seat alongside Mai as they two glanced at one another before following after Ty Lee who had already began storming down the steps.

"Ooh that condition is hitting you hard. I suppose you can't make the jump! How sad." The first girl spoke while smiling when the blonde knelt rasping for air.

"P-please give it to me. I am having t-trouble-" The blonde-haired girl trailed off before she began coughing painfully yet the two bullies paid her no mind.

“Look at this Arra! It’s a romantic sketch of Princess Azula. Oh, and there’s another one. And some foreign scribble. It looks like someone has a crush on the princess.” The dark-haired girl snickered in a mocking voice as she flopped through the book with her friend leaning over the gasping girl.

"I…can't breathe." Elle managed to rasp out while Arra continued to mercilessly hold her medicine above her head.

The moment the small blonde collapsed while wheezing for air was the moment that Azula narrowed her eyes while feeling a baffling sensation of anger overcome her.

Oddly enough…

It wasn't just because the brat's mocked her indirectly.

Elle was weak…the girl was a peasant…and yet she was fond of her.

On some level…she genuinely liked Elle.

And somehow, she found her anger over Elle's humiliation was greater than the indirect insults to her own person.

Lei had long since stood as she watched the scene unfold from above while shaking her head as she watched the princess and her friends leap down to discipline the girl's.

The two bullies had never even realized that Princess Azula had been watching them bully her apparent friend the entire time.

"Come on rasper! I even bent over to make it easier for you." Arra exclaimed while staring down at Elle's white face as she squatted over her.

"Ha! Is this an entire foreign diary dedicated to Princess Azula? Perhaps I’ll send it to her so that she can look it over.” Irri snorted with a taunting smirk on her lips.

Only for her eyes to widen when her arm was suddenly twisted behind her back by a powerful and skilled hand.

"No need. I am right here." Azula purred icily into the now terrified bullies’ neck while swiftly retrieving her admirer's little diary.

The bully also found herself standing at point blank with one of Mai's blades pressed into her neck.

And the blonde's backpack hung from the gloomy noble's free hand.

"We've been watching the entire time." Mai informed curtly while Irri turned her head in puzzlement as she gulped now sweating in terror.

A savage cracking noise resonated through the air while Arra soared before landing painfully against the stone wall of the café.

The girl slumped over with a split lip while Ty Lee landed nimbly over Elle with her inhaler in hand.

"These girls are not pink. Not pink at all." Ty Lee growled out with her friends gazing at her through the corner of their eyes surprised by her anger.

Judging by the tooth that landed beside Arra the acrobat hit her hard.

Very hard.

"You should have just given it back when you had the chance. But at this point…it's too late." The princess spoke while glaring a hole through the back of the trembling girl's skull.

"Y-Your Highness I can assure you that I meant no p-personal insult to you! I-I was just speaking in general!" The dark-haired girl stammered while both women gazed at her with pitiless eyes.

The acrobat knelt over the rasping girl who met her gaze with grateful amber eyes while her brown-gray eyes softened as she began to gently rub the younger girl's back.

"Here Elle. We're your friends. We really are. Right Azula?" The brown-haired woman inquired strategically while handing the girl her inhaler before glancing up to meet her friends cold gaze.

Azula met Ty Lee's eyes before turning to glance down to meet Elle's gaze whilst the girl tried to smile up at her despite her labored breathing.

She had already more or less told the peasant girl that they were friend's in private…

With her mind made up she returned her piercing gaze to peer into the foolish bully's terrified eyes.

"Yes Ty Lee. She is my friend." Azula announced callously with her words jarring a beaming smile onto her servant's lips.

"There. You heard it from Azula herself. Now breathe…slowly." Ty Lee cooed out warmly in a sisterly voice while watching in concern as Elle began to breathe into it as if her life was on the line.

"I-I…didn't know t-that she was in your party p-princess." Irri insisted before crying out in agony just when Azula bent her arm once more at a horrific angle.

"As if that changes a thing." The markswoman snorted while lowering her blade before turning to glance down at their apparent new companion.

It didn't shock her to see that Ty Lee cared about the girl.

No.

What did astonish her is seeing that Azula cared.

This girl…Elle…somehow, she managed to win over Azula's cold heart.

And that, is no small feat.

Truth be told she was a good deal pissed as well.

The girl was rather sweet…even if she was painfully naïve…and had a tendency to kiss Azula's ass.

"Allow me to explain the gravity of your situation. This young girl is my personal servant…and also my friend. In order to perform the work, I assign her…she needs her…breather. Your actions have directly impacted me personally. I, Princess Azula have been forced to track you two fool's down in order to receive optimum service from my servant." The princess explained with her eyes narrowing into a truly imposing death glare.

Elle peered up at Azula's back with a widening smile as she continued to rasp with her choking slowly dying down while Ty Lee peered down with a tender look in her eyes.

Irri's screech filled the café while Vana stared down from above shuddering when the girl sunk onto her knees with a broken arm.

"I was going to punish you from the start. But my naïve little servant pleaded for me not to harm you. She requested to handle the matter peacefully…" Azula spoke while turning to stare down at Elle with icy eyes while the petite girl trembled under her stare.

"S-sumimasen-" The blonde-haired girl squeaked only to cough once more while the princess rolled her eyes down at her.

"Ugh. At least wait until you can breathe before you start kissing Azula's ass." Mai stated while leaning over the girl while Ty Lee sweatdropped down at Elle's blushing face.

"Mai has a point Elle. Azula can wait." Ty Lee assured as she smiled gently down at Elle while the girl nodded obediently.

"And well…we all saw how that turned out didn't we?" The princess concluded while looming over the cowering girl with her merciless golden eyes never leaving Irri's face.

The dark-haired girl swallowed in pure terror as she sunk onto her knees gazing at the woman's pointed boots.

All the while recalling the girl's words.

I have three friends. Older girls. And my best friend…she's a firebender!

Only now did she realize just how horrible they've messed up.

'How did that pathetic girl ever befriend Princess Azula!' The bully thought with her eyes agape in surmounting fear.

"Y-your Highness…what are you g-going to do to me?" Irri inquired while staring up at the princess's utterly wrathful countenance.

"That's a stupid question. Don't you think? You damaged what belongs to me. It's not your place to hit my servant." Azula answered in a terrifying voice before ruthlessly kicking Irri in the face.

The others watched without pity as the girl soared onto her ass with a brutal welt now adorning her cheek.

It did not escape Mai's notice how peculiar it was that Azula chose to bruise the girl in the same location that she bruised Elle.

"P-please f-forgive me p-princess. Mercy!" The dark-haired girl begged while the princess regally strode forward with her hands clasped behind her back.

"Her words amount to less than hippo cow shit!" Ty Lee shouted from where she knelt by Elle while the girl peered up at her with calmer eyes than before.

The other two women glanced over their shoulder at the two before Azula continued to walk forward with noticeable anger in her step.

"Mercy? You want mercy from me? How strange…just moments ago you seemed content to watch my servant suffocate." The princess remarked before cruelly stomping down on the girl's throat while she towered above her with her intimidating gaze causing the bully to whimper pitifully.

"W-we w-were going…to g-give it back!" Irri stuttered out with her entire body quivering in terror so great that her hands became pale and clammy.

There was a moment of tense silence in which Azula closed her eyes chuckling softly with her friends peering back at her quietly.

Then her eyes abruptly snapped open while she glared down at the hysterical girl with a monstrous death stare.

"Now that…is hippo cow shit." Azula snarled before brutally stomping on the girl's face all the while savoring the piercing scream of pain that her victim emitted.

Even the acrobat couldn't help but flinch after witnessing the merciless stomp.

'Wow. They pissed Azula off a lot more than I thought. But still…they deserve it for what they tried to do to Elle.' Ty Lee thought as she observed with a grimace while Azula loomed over the girl with her fists clenched at her sides.

"You were so confident when you were tormenting my servant. Here's a piece of advice for you peasant. I suggest you listen well." The princess purred in a dangerous voice while staring down at the now crying girl.

The blonde-haired girl's breathing finally began to stabilize while she sat back beside the acrobat who was still gazing down at her in concern.

"Are you okay now?" The acrobat pondered gently while Mai stood over them also gazing down in slight concern.

"M-mostly." The blonde-haired girl answered in a soft voice while releasing a few more slight coughs.

Though she knew she needed to act fast if there was any hope of convincing her master to spare their lives.

"Don't lay a hand on my mousy little servant…unless you are prepared to handle her master. I am her master." Azula declared in a possessive voice while bending down to grasp the paralyzed girl by her shirt.

By this point Lei stood with her co-workers and the mutually terrified owners of the café.

The owner had expressed a grievance over the princess possibly beating a girl to death on his business grounds.

He had even demanded that she go request the princess to take it elsewhere!

Needless to say, one can guess that she told him to kiss her ass.

Elle listened with widened eyes all the while both women glanced down at her oddly never missing that she blushed over Azula publicly declaring her as hers.

'There is no doubt about it! I belong to Azula-sama. This…this is truly where I belong!' The blonde-haired girl thought while leaning back with admiration in her eyes as she gazed upon the woman's tall visage.

"I-I understand Y-Your Highness!" Irri screamed out while pitifully shaking with a few tears streaming down her cheeks.

"I am bigger than her. Stronger than her. And much, much more ruthless than her. I do not fall so easily as a young girl with a lung condition." The princess announced while she held the defeated girl before her face with her merciless stare ever piercing the girl's soul.

Both Mai and Ty Lee exchanged a mutually understanding glance before gazing down at the young girl seated before them.

Not only did they notice that Azula cared about Elle, and vice versa.

It also did not escape their notice that the princess was beginning to act dangerously possessive of her admirer.

"You foolishly spurned the servant's mercy. Now her master is here. That mercy is long lost to you…and now you are under her master's judgement." Azula concluded before coldly hurtling Irri across the length of the balcony.

The long-defeated girl slammed into her companion against the wall from where they now lay side by side with Arra slowly awakening with a pained groan.

Her jaw throbbed horribly and a bit of blood was dripping down her lip.

Then she spun around to face Irri's brutalized visage in surmounting dread before paling as she turned once more to find herself gazing up at Princess Azula in the flesh.

The two girls could only cower with their bravery long since reduced to ashes in the wake of Azula's fury.

"Azula…you shouldn't do this on the café grounds…you're terrifying the employees. They didn't do anything wrong. The waitress obeyed your request…and she was nice. Can…we take this elsewhere?" Ty Lee pondered as she gazed at the princess's tall back while the woman turned to glance at them with icy eyes.

The acrobat's words did little to calm the two terrified girls.

In fact, it seemed to only rend them into a further state of panic.

Mai couldn't help but gaze back at Ty Lee still somewhat taken aback by her anger.

Usually she would be the first to plea Azula to show mercy…

"S-she was with…the p-princess?" Arra asked in a butchered voice while nursing her injured jaw as she gazed at Irri's sobbing face.

Though in post haste she realized it was a stupid question.

"Worry not Ty Lee. They'll going straight to the black cells. But first…I would like two hot coffees." The princess called out while turning around with her eyes peering upward at the wary employees.

"T-two coffees p-princess?" Lei repeated in a clearly intimidated voice while shivering under the woman's icy gaze.

"Two hot coffees…" Azula purred in a lethal voice that sent shudders down the spines of all before turning her gaze to her recovering handmaid.

"Why do I get the feeling…that we aren't drinking that coffee?" Mai sighed before taking a seat beside the other two.

"Servant." The princess commented curtly while paying the acrobat's chiding gaze little mind.

"She has a name Azula…please try to use it." The brown-haired woman stated with her controlling friend gazing at her briefly before turning back to the small blonde.

And sure, enough despite Ty Lee trying to get her to remain seated the girl was already attempting to rise to bow before Azula.

The girl's eagerness to serve seemed to be a trait that Azula adored.

If her slight smile that she was now casting in Elle's direction was any indication.

"Master?" Elle responded as she speedily bowed at the waist before Azula while the woman smiled down at her in approval.

"Azula…please don't make her kneel right now." Ty Lee sighed yet even so she still smiled at Elle's bashful face.

The girl was truly adorable.

And somehow…she realized that Azula thought much the same.

The princess held a hand to her chin as if considering a matter of great importance.

What that matter was…one could only guess.

"Elle…." Azula remarked while peering down at the young girl with an imposing gaze.

She couldn't help but muse that she savored the way her little admirer's name rolled on her tongue.

It sounded…pure.

The two women glanced down at Elle further taken aback by Azula amending her speech to factor in the girl's name.

'That's something. It's a start at least.' The brown-haired woman thought while gazing at the small blonde as she remained bowing at the hip.

The teenager's head was bent in reverence to the princess all the while a peaceful smile of belonging formed upon her lips after hearing the woman speak her name.

"T-that's the first time you've said my name!" The blonde-haired girl cried out while she listened to the sound of the princess's boots striding forward.

"That is your name is it not?" The princess purred before coming to a stop over the bowing girl while ignoring the acrobat's scrutinizing stare.

"That's the first time you've called her by name?" Ty Lee asked while folding her arms in judgement yet her words were naturally ignored.

"It is. How…may I serve you Master Azula?" Elle questioned while Azula peered down at her noticing that she was still clutching her chest.

"You may stand." Azula informed while waving her hand as if she was permitting a great kindness whilst her friends rolled their eyes.

The blonde-haired girl straightened with her head coming up to the princess's upper belly while she craned her neck to peer up at her divine love interest.

"Y-yes. Stand…" The blonde-haired girl answered before coughing slightly while the woman continued to stare down at her.

"Are you alright now?" The princess inquired to the amazement of her team while staring down at the girl with her brows furrowed.

"Um…provided…I avoid strenuous physical activity for a few hours…probably…. I…apologize…" Elle mumbled while peering down at her feet while golden eyes swept over her face.

The two bullies could only sit there and feel their despair rise even further.

Just by being forced to witness the princess's interactions it was evident that they hurt someone that she cared about.

"That's no big deal…right Azula?" The brown-haired woman spoke softly while staring up at her friend’s stern countenance while she continued to peer down at Elle.

"You've done good work thus far. You're the first servant that is able to properly remove the cherry pits. I will permit this." Azula declared while tilting her head to gaze down at the girl's brightening face.

"I think I get why Azula likes her so much." Mai muttered while observing the interaction with Ty Lee turning to her frowning.

"Don't call her a brownnoser again Mai. She's not a brownnoser." Ty Lee replied as she turned to the other woman surprised to see her nod in agreement.

"I thought she was at first. But now I see that her desire to please Azula is genuine. It's the little details with Azula…and this girl is probably the only person capable of memorizing every order." The markswoman explained while they turned to the teenager in question.

"A-arigatou gozaimasu Azula-sama." The blonde-haired girl stuttered with another minor cough just as a long finger slid underneath her chin.

Her face was raised upward and then comically tilted to the left followed by slightly to the right.

"When we return you will be seeing a healer. Both for your face and…your condition." The princess spoke with her lips curled into a frown while the small girl nodded obediently.

And now an even greater smile had emerged upon the innocent girl's lips.

"Wow…Azula's-" The brown-haired woman began only to be silenced by her gloomy friends’ hand.

"Dunce. Don't draw attention to it." The markswoman whispered before releasing her hand with the acrobat looking somewhat abashed.

"Yes Azula-sama…as you say." Elle agreed before performing a half bow with Azula's strict gaze supervising in recognition of her loyalty.

"Good girl. That's what I like to hear. Now listen closely. This is the part where I scold you." Azula stated while removing her hand from the girl's chin to place it on her hip.

"Azula!" Ty Lee yelled out with disbelief in her eyes while her friend glanced over her shoulder warning her to be silent.

She just sank back in her seat while folding her arms angrily.

"Y-yes princess…" The blonde-haired girl murmured with a noticeably deflated demeanor.

"How can you be so soft hearted as to care what happens to someone who tried to set your hair on fire? You put on your little show in some futile effort to convey these two-little fool's in a positive light. All to convince me…to show mercy. And look what it got you. Tell me…would you have been hit if you had deferred to my will?" The princess demanded icily with her words causing her young servant to shake.

"No. N-no master I…would have not." Elle responded before coughing mildly once more while Azula's sharp gaze paid close attention to her cough.

"Would you be coughing now had you yielded to my will?" Azula questioned meticulously while folding her arms over her breasts.

"N-no." The blonde-haired girl answered lamely while shifting on her feet as she began to feel like a puppy being disciplined by her owner.

Given how the princess had already announced that she was her pet…the comparison was quite apt.

"You never once even tried to hit them. They dangled your belongings above your head while you hopped about like a tiger monkey." The princess scolded while still scowling down at the petite girl shrinking under her stare.

"Azula…that's not very fair. If she would have tried to fight them the result would have been the same." The brown-haired woman protested while she shook her head as she gazed at her leader's back.

Elle had fallen into silence with her eyes remaining fixated upon the older female's boots.

Her tongue had long since failed her.

"Even if they were taller…stronger…and even if they were benders. You should have stopped begging them…and fought back. Even if the result was obvious…never beg those that are beneath you." Azula instructed while glancing down at Elle when she raised her little eyes upward.

The others on Team Azula were stricken into astonishment to see Azula not only show a margin of kindness.

But to hear her compliment Elle not once, but twice!

The small blonde could only stare up at her protector of sorts with her mouth hanging open in awe.

"I have graciously taken you under my wing. If you haven't noticed I am rather fond of you. You do not have to beg such gutter trash any longer. All you have to do is serve me. If anyone is giving you a problem just come to me. And I will handle it." The princess assured with her lips curving into a composed smile while placing her palm on the girl's head.

Now the princess's childhood friends were truly stricken into silence.

"Wakarimashita Azula-sama!" The blonde-haired girl giggled underneath the woman's palm while peering up at her with devoted amber eyes.

"I told you this before but I will repeat it. If anyone should be so foolish as to mar what belongs to me…I will destroy them. Without hesitation." Azula stated while removing her palm from Elle's head as she peered down at her with fond golden eyes.

Mai sat there sighing while turning her apathetic eyes to the two terrorized bullies while musing that the idiots must be regretting the day that they ever even met Elle.

"Yes! I belong to Her Highness!" Elle cheered while Azula's lips curved into a pleased smile before turning to gaze across the balcony.

"That you do. Now listen well my servant. There are three kindnesses that I very rarely grace…well anyone with." The princess spoke as she set her hand upon the girl's shoulder.

"Three kindnesses Azula?" Mai snorted in amusement as she stood up behind her smiling leader.

"That's right Mai. We'll call it the three kindnesses of Princess Azula. I rather like the name." Azula remarked in a self-important voice while smirking down at her beaming servant's adorable face.

"The three kindnesses of Princess Azula…Azula I am not certain if I want to know what these supposed kindnesses are." Ty Lee stated while walking up behind Mai while her eyes drifted to the two girls’ only now beginning to pity them.

Just slightly though. They were still little monsters.

"It sounds brilliant Azula-sama." The blonde-haired girl answered while smiling up at the much taller woman's entertained face.

The other two women gazed down at their younger companion while watching as Azula seemed to almost swell in height every time the girl praised her.

"Hm. I thought so myself. The first is my protection. You are the first to receive it…remember that. The second…is my friendship. Only two others have been graced with such a kindness…though their gratitude is questionable…." The princess announced sagely while her eyes drifted about scowling when one of two rolled her eyes at her.

"Um…Azula you kind of set my circus net on fire…" The brown-haired woman trailed off while gazing at her friend with less anger than earlier.

"Two kindnesses from Azula-sama! I will forever remember." Elle assured while bowing speedily even when Mai gazed down at her in deadpan.

"Very good. At least someone is grateful around here." Azula scoffed while staring at her two-childhood friends in a spoiled manner.

The two women said nothing as they exchanged an uncertain glance while waiting for their leader to conclude her speech.

"The third and final kindness…that you will be the first and only one to receive is my tutelage." The princess stated sternly while staring down at the small blonde with hardened eyes.

"Tutelage Azula-sama?" The blonde-haired girl asked with genuine worship in her voice while beaming up at the taller female.

"Just…what are you planning on teaching her Azula?" Ty Lee inquired nervously while gazing down at Elle's sweet face.

Hopefully she stays that way…

"What else Ty Lee? I am going to toughen her up." Azula responded pridefully before patting the petite girl's shoulder with her hand all the while her two friends stared at her in horror.

"T-toughen me up?" The blonde-haired girl squeaked with noticeable fear in her voice while her master stared down at her nodding sternly.

"A-Azula she's a sweet girl! She has the most adorable crush on you…and y-you're going to brutalize her?" The brown-haired woman stammered while even their gloomy friend gazed down at the girl with a grimace.

The princess rolled her eyes before glancing down at her admirer's widening eyes with cold golden eyes.

"Ugh! Ty Lee! I didn't mean combat training! She wouldn't survive. No. I am going to correct that absurd little pacifistic nonsense of hers." The princess clarified to the partial relief of her two-childhood friends while gazing down into faithful amber eyes.

Elle listened attentively while smiling up at Azula with admiration in her innocent stare with the woman quirking a small smirk in return.

"You are the first and most likely only one to receive all three from me. Consider yourself honored." Azula informed strictly while Elle nodded with the upmost graveness in her eyes.

"Yes, Master Azula. This girl is honored." The blonde-haired girl chimed while bowing at the waist before her looming master's visage.

"My…she's a good girl, isn't she?" The princess purred with an evident interest in her voice while she turned to her two uncomfortable friends'.

"Y-yeah she is Azula." Ty Lee mumbled while staring down at Elle with worry that had yet to leave her eyes.

"I am overjoyed that you think so princess." Elle stated happily while Azula still smiled down at her.

"By the time I'm through with you. You won't hesitate to defend yourself. Be it verbally or physically. You'll learn to stand up for yourself..." Azula explained in a strangely thoughtful voice while her friends still listened in puzzlement.

"Does that include standing up to you?" Mai asked in a deadpan voice only to gaze on unsurprised when the woman shook her head.

"Everyone except for me. Don't you ever disobey me!" The princess snapped in a voice of absolute sternness while the small girl nodded with clearly intimidated eyes.

"Azula…you're scaring her." The brown-haired woman chided only for her amoral leader to literally wave her concerns off.

"I-I will never disobey you Azula-sama…but…please do not take this the wrong way. But…what you are describing…is not me." The blonde-haired girl mumbled while the older female gazed down at her frowning.

"Is that so? We'll give it a go anyhow." Azula stated in a tone of finality while turning with Elle under her palm to face the two terrified bullies.

"Y-Your Highness…y-your coffee has been done for several minutes now. I was afraid to interrupt you…it has gotten cold. Would you prefer if I got replacements?" Lei announced from the sidelines as Azula peered at her from the corner of her eye.

"A wise decision. No. That will not be necessary. I'll warm it myself." The princess replied before accepting both cups while her childhood friends observed warily.

"What a-are you going to do to us?" Arra asked in a terrified voice while Ty Lee gazed away growing vastly unnerved.

"Azula." Mai attempted to reason only for the woman to ignore her as she walked forward with Elle under her hand.

"Y-you're…not going to make her…Azula! You are!" Ty Lee shouted with clear anger in her voice while gazing at the innocent girl's face in horror.

Within moments steam was arising from the bubbling hot coffee while Azula turned to stare down into Elle's wide amber eyes.

"That girl…the one with the split lip. She was the one who taunted you with your breather. That is what you got for your pacifistic nonsense. Now. I want you to take this cup of boiling coffee and dump it on her lap." Azula commanded in a glacial voice while Elle peered up at her with emotive eyes struggling to process the order.

It shouldn't have come across as a shock to them.

But both Mai and Ty Lee were appalled that Azula wanted to take Elle's sweet nature and twist it into something cruel.

"P-please don't! W-we're sorry!" Irri screamed in a broken voice while backing away with Arra as they hit the wall.

"I…" Elle trailed off while her fingers were pried open and the cup was carefully set within her hand.

"Hold it carefully. That is boiling water. The objective is to burn them…not yourself." The princess spoke while closely supervising her servant to ensure her admirer did not get burned.

"Please stop it Azula! She isn't that sort of person!" The brown-haired woman called out more for the blonde's sake than her cruel bullies.

"That one there…she hit you in the face when you generously offered peace. She even planned out your torture in advance. Dump the other cup on her face." Azula continued while gently sliding the second cup into the girl's trembling hand.

The princess's fingers steadied her frightened handmaid while slowly bracing the girl as she walked her forward.

"M-mercy please! I-I'm sorry! We're sorry!" Arra yelled out while shivering horribly under the princess's callous death stare.

"Azula-sama…" The blonde-haired girl muttered while the princess ushered her forward with her hands waving her on.

"Do it servant. They showed you no mercy. So, show them none!" The princess ordered in a brutal voice while the petite girl stood before the two paralyzed girls.

Elle's bangs shadowed her eyes while Ty Lee gazed on in disgust alongside Mai.

The two women shared a mutual look of distaste while the acrobat winced as she watched the teenager move forward to throw the coffee on command.

And then one moment later everyone gazed on in shock when the cups of coffee were harmlessly tossed aside well out of range of anyone's skin.

Coffee splashed upon the stone flooring before Elle turned to face Azula who was gazing down at her with evident surprise in her eyes.

"I…cannot do that Azula-sama. It's just not me. I hope that this does not affect my place in your service…" Elle announced while peering up into the woman's recovering eyes.

"You disobey me? The first order you disobey is showing mercy to your tormentors?" Azula demanded with disgust lacing her voice while Ty Lee approached from behind.

A sense of relief was in both women's eyes at least knowing that Elle would not turn into Azula junior.

"Azula…please…enough." Ty Lee stated as she stepped up beside Elle in a sisterly manner while she frowned back at her displeased leader.

"As I told you before…I am empathetic. I am quite skilled at seeing other people's point of view. I can understand them. I may not trust them…I may want to hurt them. But that's not how I want to live my life!" The blonde-haired girl explained to the bewildered woman before turning away with the acrobat observing her closely.

"You empathize with the girl's who tried to set your hair afire? And here I thought that we had already reached the limits of your naivety." The princess commented as she folded her arms over her breasts while she scowled down at her handmaid as she approached the girl's.

"I…d-don't get it. Why…would you hesitate. I…didn't hesitate to hurt you." Irri blurted out while her friend gazed at her with frightened eyes telling her to shut up.

"And I rest my case. Even these sorry peasants agree with me." Azula spoke while scanning her fingernails yet even so Elle had piqued her interest.

She had been trying to see if she could coax Elle into becoming more like…well like her really.

Yet somehow her curiosity has only grown after witnessing the girl prove that her purity could not so easily be stained.

"Why? This is probably something you'd hit me again for…if I wasn't with my friends…but I feel sorry for you." Elle announced as she threw her backpack back on her shoulders while peering down at the two baffled girls'.

The princess quirked a brow curiously while turning to her mutually puzzled friends.

"What?" The dark-haired girl asked while still shivering under the princess's predatory stare.

"I feel sorry for you. And…I don't just mean…your current um…situation now. I truly pity you two. If you put this much thought into bullying me…then you two must be very miserable." The blonde-haired girl explained while grasping at her straps before stepping up beside her master who was gazing down at her in surprise.

"You…how…" Irri trailed off only for Azula to glance at her with callous golden eyes that had her sweating once more.

"You might want to watch what you say. Just a hint." Ty Lee commented as she stepped up behind Azula to place her hand on the blonde's shoulder.

"I can only gather that you two are simply trying to take your insecurities out on me. Someone else is bullying you…so you have to take it out on me. Perhaps an abusive lover…sibling or even your mom or dad." Elle remarked while the three noblewomen still gazed down at her in bewilderment.

The dark-haired girl's eyes shone with humiliation while she gritted her teeth under the younger girl's grating gaze.

"You flinched when I said dad. I can only presume it is so." The blonde-haired girl declared while peering up at the princess's stoic yet piqued gaze.

"Shut up! Don't you talk like you know me." Irri snapped while Arra continued to cower beside her.

"Oh, I don't know you. I am just speaking from personal experience. My older brother used to abuse me." Elle stated factually with her words earning a compassionate glance from Ty Lee.

Azula turned to her handmaid while pondering if the girl was actually going to broach that in public.

The leader of the two bullies gazed up at her with grudgingly curious eyes while the small girl clutched at her backpack with tightened hands.

"It…got so bad that he started to change me. I would often spend entire days thinking of nothing but all the possible ways that he could die. Every time we ate a meal together…I would just think…maybe he'll choke today." The blonde-haired girl confided to the shock of even the princess.

"Elle…" The brown-haired woman muttered in an attempt to sooth when sensing the girl's fear beneath her hand.

"This consumed several years of my life, until finally late one night I tried to cut his throat…he lived. Unfortunately. But…I realized something in the wake of that night." Elle spoke while staring down at Irri while with grudging intrigue flashing in her curious eyes.

'An abuse victim…clinging to Azula?' The markswoman thought in complete disbelief while turning to the princess's emotionless face.

There was no doubt about it…this girl was literally clinging onto Azula as if she was her last lifeline.

The acrobat scowled in a protective manner while silently wishing she could pay the girl's wretched brother a visit.

"I had lost sight of all that I once was! I wasn't happy anymore. My dreams were lost to me…all that existed was my hatred. And that's why I left! So, I could be weightless." The blonde-haired girl stated with returning cheer to her voice while her new friends gazed down in mutual bafflement.

"Near weightless by the look of it." Mai commented while Ty Lee gently slapped her arm in rebuke.

"I am now weightless. Like a feather blowing in the breeze. I hold no ill will against either of you." Elle declared in a relaxed voice while smiling even with bruises gracing her cheeks.

"A feather blowing in the breeze? You truly are a whimsical little peasant." Azula snorted in evident amusement while smirking down at the girl's brightened face.

"That's so Your Highness. I flow where I flow. And here I have flowed." The blonde-haired girl spoke happily while her three new friends stared down at her in amusement.

"Wow. You know I've never seen anyone so carefree in Azula's presence." Ty Lee chirped while her leader still gazed down at their young companion with marginally fonder eyes than earlier.

"Right…here you have flowed. Fortunately for you I have decided to keep you. It would be a bother to go back to finding pits in my cherries." The princess remarked in a spoiled voice while scrunching her nose up in distaste.

"It sounds horrible Azula." The markswoman replied in monotone while her friend just sighed heavily as if it was a tremendous burden to shoulder.

"Well! I guess that's it then! At least for me. I've got my medicine back. I've over and done with it." Elle chimed while gazing at the two puzzled girls' before turning to peer up at her master's scoffing face.

Even Ty Lee couldn't help but blink over Elle's prompt dismissal of their cruel behavior.

"That's it? You're over it…just like that?" Azula snorted with her brows furrowing down at the dainty girl's little face.

"Yep. I mean I still don't like them…either of them. Frankly I think they're pretentious bitches…just being honest here." The blonde-haired girl responded much to the princess's amusement as she peered back at her humiliated bullies.

The sound of laughter flowed into the air while Ty Lee gazed down at Elle with a warm grin on her lips.

But much more puzzling was the sound of Azula chuckling softly.

"Hm. That is the first time that I have heard you insult anyone that wasn't your brother. There's hope for you yet. Perhaps I can still toughen you up…slightly." The princess remarked while peering down at the timid girl with domineering eyes.

Although her friends found themselves trying not to shudder at their leader's declaration.

"I can't say I disagree with her. Are we done here Azula?" Mai complained while Azula gazed between them before glancing back down at Elle with a cold smile about her lips.

"I suppose so." Azula answered while Elle smiled up at her with her innocent amber eyes.

"Considering how I'm probably doomed…I may as well speak my mind. You're an annoying little shit." Irri stated while Arra sunk back in horror while she glared pointedly at Elle's grating face.

"Irri!" Arra cried out in a terrified voice while shaking under Azula's callous gaze.

Even if Elle was just the princess's servant.

Insulting her in Azula's presence by extension it also insults the princess.

"By all means. Feel free to speak your mind. But you should be aware…that it can always get worse." The princess spoke while gazing down at her fingernails while meeting the now gulping girl's gaze.

"Think of me what you will. But neither your words nor actions will hold me down. If Felix failed to do so then neither can you. This is but a fleeting moment in time. And I'm already past it!" Elle announced as she began to stride away with the three noblewomen gazing at her in ever rising puzzlement.

The dark-haired girl gazed at the blonde's back with anger in her bruised gaze.

How dare she!

If she wasn't standing beside Princess Azula she wouldn't dare speak to her like that!

"Once more…I agree with her. This is becoming boring. You two can stay here as long as you like. As for me. I am done with this drama." The markswoman stated in a dull voice while walking past the acrobat with the two sharing a brief knowing glance.

"Aren't you going to plead for me to show them mercy?" Azula inquired playfully while turning to gaze at her servant's back.

Once more the two began to shiver as they realized just how badly they messed up.

Arra most of all.

"You are the sovereign princess of this nation. It is not my place to tell you what to do Azula-sama. You are my master. You make the decisions. Not me. And I am happy with that arrangement." The blonde-haired girl answered with a warm smile on her lips just as she turned to face her master while promptly bowing at the hip.

In all their years knowing Azula, neither Mai nor Ty Lee have ever met anyone so joyful to be in Azula's service.

Nor have they ever seen the princess treat a servant so well.

The princess's golden eyes remained fixated upon her handmaid all the while her lips continued to curl upward in increasing approval.

"I like that answer. You are a well-behaved girl…and my best servant. I'll have to keep you on hand at all times." The princess stated with her palms folded behind her back as she surveyed her courteous servant with fond eyes.

"It pleases me that I have won your approval Your Highness. Do I have your permission to walk ahead?" Elle questioned with her arm held over her chest while Mai approached gazing down at her sighing.

"Elle…you don't have to ask for Azula's permission just to walk a few feet." Mai commented in her usual deadpan while stopping to stand beside the younger girl's bowing form.

Ty Lee just peered at Elle with kind eyes while turning to Azula's vastly pleased countenance.

"Pay Mai no mind. You have the right idea…you may walk ahead. But first I have one question to ask you." Azula declared while staring down at Elle with possessive eyes.

"Yes Azula-sama?" The blonde-haired girl replied while peering up at the woman's beautiful from with lovesick eyes.

"Tell me servant…do you think I should show mercy?" The princess pondered in a sadistic voice while peering over her shoulder at the quivering girl's.

It was evident to Team Azula what the princess was trying to do and it was working.

She was instilling even more terror into the girl's by making them feel like their victim was the one who would decide their fates.

"Well…like I said. It's your decision Azula-sama. But…they are clearly unhappy. People like them…will most likely live on to lead a depressing existence devoid of any meaning. They'll continue to bully people weaker than them…and when you look at it like that. They're lives are really sad." Elle explained as her eyes drifted to Irri's furious face.

"Y-you-" Irri began only to be silenced by her friend’s palm while Ty Lee glanced down at them with brown-gray eyes warning them her to keep her mouth shut.

"Sad?" Azula repeated while staring at her peculiar pet with curious golden eyes.

"That's so. They must be. How can it not? They have nothing better to do than steal a girl's medicine. Just to wait all week for her to return for it. If they have nothing better to do with their time…what else would you call it?" The blonde-haired girl responded while her master's elegant laughter once more flowed into the air.

"I suppose that is the epitome of pathetic." The princess agreed while placing a hand on her shapely hip with her eyes peering down at her polite servant.

She decided that was one trait she liked about Elle.

The girl was the most courteous commoner that she's ever met.

"When you look at it like that…executing them could be seen as granting them release from their pain. So…you could be viewed as merciful if you kill them." Elle stated with a thoughtful gleam in her eyes while Mai gazed back at her in surprise.

Is she trying to play on Azula's sadism?

"What? Merciful?" Azula asked in a clearly distasteful voice while she scrunched up her nose as she turned to the two terrified peasants.

"Mhm. You would be depriving them of all of their misery." The blonde-haired girl chirped while her master stared down at the girl's in amusement.

"I would hate it to be said that Princess Azula was merciful…" The princess trailed off while sighing as if the concept was intolerable.

"People could start to call you Princess Azula the merciful. Kindly putting the unhappy out of their misery." Elle remarked while Azula glanced down at her with surprise in her gaze.

"Did you just crack a joke?" Azula snorted while smiling in amusement as she gazed down at her beaming servant.

"It could be viewed either way!" The blonde-haired girl exclaimed with a wide smile on her lips.

"I see. You really don't hold a grudge." The princess stated while the younger girl's smile widened from ear to ear.

"I do not…because I would like to think that my kindness is greater than my wrath." Elle spoke as she clutched at the straps of her bag while Azula eyed her with her interests clearly piqued.

The blonde's words had an impact on all present, even one as apathetic as Mai.

It was quite apparent that Elle was the complete opposite of Azula.

And yet strangely, the young girl was seemingly drawn to the princess.

"Hm. Very well. That will be all for now. Mai…you may proceed ahead with…Elle. Do try to keep a close eye on her though." Azula concluded in a stern voice while watching as Elle arose from her respectful bow.

The gloomy noble gazed down at the beaming girl before turning back to her leader nodding in understanding.

"Right. I'll look after your treasured handmaid. Come along now shorty." Mai commented with her arms folded over her breasts before she began to walk away with Elle in tow.

"Watch yourself Mai." The princess growled out while curling her fingers up against her biceps scowling all the while.

"I'll see you soon Azula-sama! You too oneesan!" The blonde-haired girl called out cheerily while the two women glanced at each other in a questioning manner.

"Oneesan?" Ty Lee pondered as she turned to her friend blinking curiously to which Azula lazily shrugged her shoulders in response.

"She speaks in a peculiar manner." Azula stated while they gazed after her servant hopping happily alongside the mutually puzzled Mai.

"It means big sister!" Elle shouted out while waving at the two while Mai gazed at her with a baffled look in her tawny eyes.

The girl's announcement took even the infamous princess aback while she stood beside the ecstatic acrobat.

"Aww! Azula! She just called me her big sister! We'll be over shortly little sister!" The brown-haired woman exclaimed just as she waved at the two with a large grin adorning her cheerful visage.

Azula still had yet to respond.

She found that she was staring after her little servant with uncharacteristic confusion in her usually composed golden eyes.

"Big sister? What does she think? That this is an adoptive family?" The princess scoffed while she turned to her still smiling friend.

"I guess so…and apparently you're the head of the family." Ty Lee spoke while gazing at Azula with a bright smile while the woman scrunched up her nose with a scowl on her lips.

"Ugh. Enough of this nonsense and focus on the matter at hand…" Azula trailed off in a more menacing voice than a moment ago while turning to face the two-trembling girls.

At this point the two bullies had long since understood that they have dug themselves in a hole so deep that they may never escape.

They cowered with their faces pressing against the floor while the employees of the café had long ago ushered their remaining customers inside.

Even Ty Lee shivered when she caught of glimpse of her leader's wrathful face.

"So…" The princess began in a purposefully delayed manner while glaring down at the girl's as they bowed with their eyes glued to the floor.

There was a moment of pause before the regal woman continued.

"I give my womanhood away to my servant in exchange for a few coins?" Azula demanded in a voice so glacial that the air seemed to suddenly take on a freezing chill.

The acrobat visibly flinched while sweat began to drip down her brow.

She wasn't the subject of her leader's wrath…and yet she found that her hands were literally trembling.

Which was to say nothing of the two girl's who were once more to the point of hysterics.

From the moment when those words left those girl's mouth Ty Lee knew that it would come back to haunt them.

Had they never said that. They may have gotten off much easier.

But…she damn well knew that there was no way Azula would let such an insult slide.

"Y-Your Highn-" Irri started to stutter only to be savagely kicked in the face once again.

Arra watched her friend soar with blood landing on the stone flooring with pure unadulterated terror in her eyes.

"You will be silent until your monarch says otherwise! You do not have the right to speak!" The princess bellowed with rage in her voice while she stood towering over the sobbing girl.

Ty Lee finally began to understood just how furious Azula was over the insult.

It was…truly terrifying.

Yet…

'It's…almost like Azula waited for Elle to leave before unloading all of her rage…could it be…that Azula doesn't want the girl to fear her? Is…that possible?' The brown-haired woman thought while her heart began to race in the face of her powerful friends’ fury.

"You dare to infer that Princess Azula solicits her servant for sex? You have the nerve to state that I pay the girl for oral pleasure? You have the gall! To imply that the Princess of the Fire Nation tosses her handmaid a few token coins in reward?" Azula hissed while staring down at the two with a stare so callous that Arra began to wet herself.

Ty Lee swallowed in terror while staring down in newfound pity after observing one of the girl's begin to piss herself.

The sound of liquid hitting the floor resounded into the air followed by a thunderous thudding of the princess's footfall.

A boot slammed into the shrieking girl's head while she shook underneath the woman's weight.

The princess stomped down upon the horrified peasant while staring down at her with monstrously narrowed eyes.

"To put it in peasant tongue…she munches on my rug for pay." Azula stated icily while gazing down at the crying girl while she peed in her long since soiled pants.

"A-Azula m-maybe you should…" The brown-haired woman stammered only to cower when the princess slammed her boot upon the floor once more.

"Do not give me orders Ty Lee. I will not tolerate defiance from you thrice in one day." The princess informed in a voice devoid of any warmth while glaring over her shoulder at her cowering friend.

"U-understood Azula." Ty Lee muttered before falling silent with her hands clasped before her.

"Unfortunately for you two. My kindness is not greater than my wrath." Azula spoke while gazing down at the girl under her boot and then to the other to the right.

The two had been attempting to steel themselves to hear something along those lines.

But…now they found that there was no way to prepare for the wrath of Princess Azula.

"The good news is that I have decided to spare your lives. With my coronation upon the horizon…I can't have it said that I ordered the deaths of two of my own subjects. Just as it would surely be…it would not be prudent." The princess announced while unfolding her hands behind her back just as her cruel eyes swept about.

Though brutalized the two girls began to cry in relief all the while Ty Lee gazed away grasping at her arms.

Azula was so cruel.

Every moment that it seems like there is hope for her she comes back around and acts even more monstrous.

The long she watched this the more regretful she began to feel for having earlier wished for their deaths.

Even after what they've done…this was…too much.

"However, I cannot simply let you walk away with a slap on the wrist. I will not allow it to be said that I let such disrespect to go unpunished." Azula continued with her hands falling to her sides while staring down at the girl's shaking forms with unyielding eyes.

Her golden eyes were agape in a livid manner, narrowing all the more with every passing moment.

"You've disrupted the quality of my service, forcing me, the Princess of the Fire Nation to track down mere bullies, and to top it all off, you've publicly slandered my womanhood!" The princess snapped in a voice that resonated far and wide.

The girl's shook as if they were being whipped with every word that carried out of the woman's regal lips.

"And last but most certainly not least. You could have very well killed my most skilled servant. The girl belongs to me. Any attack on her person will receive a response in kind from her master." Azula declared while tightening her fists in white hot rage.

The acrobat glanced up in surprise while noting the look of pure rage in her leader's eyes.

Azula was difficult to read…

But…listing the attack on Elle must be Azula's unspoken way of declaring that she cares for the girl.

As…much as a woman like her is capable anyhow.

"I am her master. It is a master's duty to defend what belongs to her. What sort of master would I be if I let this go unpunished?" The princess remarked in a domineering voice while she loomed high above the terror-stricken duo.

Ty Lee once more felt a stab of revulsion over Azula's fondness for dominating all under her domain.

Even an innocent girl that simply sought to give her a fire lily.

Azula feels the need to make the girl kneel in submission, to turn her into a human pet!

Then yet another shiver crawled down her spine as she gazed on in horror to see the princess's palms light up with blue fire.

"N-no! No! P-please! N-not that! Y-Your Highness! I-I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" Arra screamed out from beneath the sole of the towering woman's boot.

Irri was too frightened to even form words.

She lay on the ground with a bloodied face while watching with widened eyes when the tall form of Princess Azula bent over her friend.

"I suggest you stay still. The more you struggle…the more this will hurt." Azula spoke while she crouched over the screaming girl.

The acrobat audibly gulped before rapidly gazing away with unnerved brown-gray eyes just before a piercing wail filled the once calm city air.

Both customers and employees of the café turned their heads while a unanimous shudder was felt by all in the building.

The scream was so prominent that the glass that Lei was holding fell from her hand and shattered upon the floor.

An action which would usually incur a scolding from the café owner.

Yet no words of rebuke were uttered.

The man was far too busy shaking with a pale complexion from where he stood with a rag in hand.

"Only a fool would cross Princess Azula." The waitress whispered with sweat dripping down her brow as she shakily knelt to clean up the glass.

Then the second scream resonated into the air.

The other girl she mused with a grave expression in her eyes.

Mai was walking with Elle when the scream ruptured the once calm atmosphere.

The affect was so intense that they both turned around with widened eyes.

The she heard a second soul piercing cry that caused her to shake ever so slightly.

"Azula…" The markswoman trailed off in an uncharacteristically shaken voice just before she loudly swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat.

"I-I thought as much. Azula-sama is not weightless." The blonde-haired girl stated with a slight stutter while the noblewoman raised her brows in a questioning manner.

It was a rather curious statement from one so young.

From a young girl that had a tendency to act like a child and then the next moment she was stunningly mature for her age.

It was evident that Elle was not inferring to Azula's body mass.

But her psyche.

The sound of boots striding up the steps mingled into the air along with agonized cries of pain while the acrobat shakily glanced down at the burned girls.

Irri had been scarred in the same location that she had bruised Elle.

The same had been done to Arra.

"Oh, and one more thing girls. If I should ever hear of you approaching my servant again…you'll spend the rest of your days whittling away in a cell devoid of light." The princess called down from where she stood at the top of the staircase.

The words were spoken without an ounce of remorse.

Azula's gaze was utterly merciless while peering down at their sobbing forms for a final time.

"Y-yes Y-Your M-Majesty!" Irri cried out in a broken voice while she knelt cradling her burned face with her eyes agape in unfathomable agony.

"Excellent. I believe we're all finished here Ty Lee. Let's go." Azula commanded while striding ahead of her intimidated friend with a noticeable satisfaction in her step.

Ty Lee could only nod while she trailed after Azula all the while gazing at her robed back.

Did Azula just get scarier…because she seemingly cares about someone now?

She wasn't certain.

But she knew one thing for certain.

Woe to whoever got on Azula's bad side.

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