#at the moment I am: writing a comment; planning a house; doing official stuff; buying shoes

[tonhalszendvics]

Pictures: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9.

Graphic design is my passion. To boost my motivation here and there, I went to look at pretty pictures, and I even did a Thing for all of the Forsworn. This one is dedicated to Glaerun and his partner.

We don't know much of the guy: he was an elf and he was the first to die, during the battle of Doru Araeba. That's it. He didn't tell much about himself to me either, he was in a hurry, running through his life. Because they were the fastest pair. (They were not.)

[k-writer1998]

Rebel Hours (6/18)

Kwon Jieun always fit her parents’ image of the “perfect” daughter… at least to their knowledge. Away from prying eyes she was like any other girl living life to the fullest doing what she wants. When a little someone named Bang Chan comes into her life priorities are changed, mistakes are made, and her life finally becomes her own.

Fluff

w.c: 1.9k

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      Before I went to bed last night I reached out to Minhyuk, hoping he didn’t change his number. I wanted to get everything over quickly so that I could face Chan properly. Thankfully luck was on my side and I received a text in the morning. After a few exchanges we agreed to meet the day after in a coffee shop around my university. When it came to the day of, the only thing left to do was to get past mother since father would be in his office most of the day.

“Mom, I’m heading out.”

“Where are you going?”

“I forgot one of my textbooks at the apartment so I’m just going to grab it and head to a cafe to do my homework for a bit.”

      Mother contemplated it for a moment, her eyes examining me up and down. She wasn’t buying it cause I took leave but people can be forgetful, even their perfect daughter. I mean I already have my stuff and this is an excuse but she doesn’t need to know that.

“I know I’m on leave and my professors have given me any extra materials I needed but I just realized I needed my text book for a reading assignment because I didn’t read over that section of the syllabus until today.”

“... Okay. Don’t be late, we have a campaign event at five so be home no later than three on the dot.”

“Yes, mom.” 

      At the train station I stopped at the restroom and entered one of the stalls before quickly taking off my wig and changing my clothes, shoving everything in my backpack. When I stepped out I fixed myself before going to catch my train. I needed to get out of the good girl image for a bit, I’ve been doing it non-stop for almost two weeks now and the wig needed to come off before I lost my mind. As I headed to the cafe I passed by the campus and couldn’t help but think of Chan. Since I’ve started ghosting him, I’ve missed him. I opened my texts and stared at our chat history, a habit I’ve picked up recently, before trying to write a message but nothing sounded right. How am I supposed to say something? I was the one icing him out and he practically knows it. With a sigh I erased the sorry excuse for a message and put my phone away. One step at a time Jieun. My eyes glided over the quaint exterior of my favorite cafe by campus. It was tucked away on a back street and it gave off a very natural vibe with various plants strewn across the shop. As I took a tentative step in, Minhyuk had turned to grab a table when he spotted me and waved me over. He gingerly placed a cup in front of me once I sat.

“I hope you don’t mind, I got you a drink. Don’t know if it’s still your favorite but I got you a mocha with cinnamon and chocolate drizzle.”

“Yeah… it’s still the same, thanks,” I responded softly as a small smile spread across my lips.

“I see you dyed your hair, it looks nice. How do your parents feel about it?”

“They don’t know and that’s how I’m still alive but thanks anyway.”

      We both gave a small chuckle as we took a sip of our drinks, the air growing silent. Taking a moment to prepare myself, I bit the bullet because if I’m going to face my parents soon I’m going to need to get straight to the point.

“You’re probably wondering why I called you out after so many years, aren’t you?”

“A bit but I may know what this is about,” he offered a sympathetic smile.

“I’m pretty sure you weren’t completely in the dark about this but I do want to apologize for everything that happened in our last year of high school.”

“Jieun you don’t have to apologize-”

“I do because all the trouble with the audition and breaking our promise… that was my fault. My parents made a threat back then and I thought it was stupid but when you lost that important competition I realized they weren't kidding and-”

      I didn’t realize how much of my fears and anxiety I had locked away. The words kept spilling from my lips and just wouldn’t stop until Minhyuk cut me off.

“I know… they tried to get me to break up with you before too. I turned down anything they tried to offer me and dismissed their threats."

"You turned them down? I didn't even know they went to you first."

"I did because I think we both thought our love could defeat everything…"

"And that competition was our wake up call… Even though it doesn't mean much now, you really should have won and everyone knew it too."

"It's all in the past. I've won enough competitions to compensate," he chuckled before going back on topic. "Since we're being honest… After the competition, I knew at the time I loved you but I was scared that I couldn't love you fully if I had to live with my future on the line. I'm sorry I know that's one of your fears but I-"

"Minhyuk it's fine we were teenagers whose futures meant everything to them. If anything I should be apologizing cause I'm the one who backed away first and ended our relationship."

"No, you were just the one who had the courage to end it first… for both of our sake. I knew why so I never blamed you so you have nothing to apologize for."

      A moment passed between us before we started to laugh. We sound so ridiculous right now, trying to argue why we were the ones to blame rather than the other. The tension left the air and it was as if we were chatting like old friends.

“So what prompted this impromptu chat? It’s been a few years, I thought it was all in the past for you since you haven’t reached out until now.”

“I thought clearing the air would give me some extra courage when I face my parents.”

“I’m glad you are finally standing up for yourself, but that’s not it is it?”

“How can you tell?”

“I know that look in your eyes, you used to have the same look for me,” he teased.

“Well you caught me… there is someone,” I blushed, a smile making its way onto my face.

“Good, you deserve to be happy.”

“Is there someone else for you too?”

“Yeah, we’ve been dating for a little over a year now.”

“Really? Let me see!”

“Only if you show me your guy,” he laughs.

      I eagerly agreed and pulled up my favorite picture of Chan, the first one I ever took of us. I had different ones but there was something about that one I especially loved. We switched phones and I immediately cooed at the cute couple photo I saw on his screen.

“I see you still have your habit of taking pictures when people aren’t paying attention. Not bad, even though he wasn’t ready for the picture he still looks good. I give him that.”

“And she is the sweetest looking thing. I haven’t met her but if you break her heart I will come after you.”

       We continued to joke and chat a bit more before my phone buzzed. That was my alarm, meaning I have to go back home now, I internally groan. I think I started losing hair from the stress of staying in the house with my parents. 

"I gotta go but If you ever have a performance or competition in town let me know so I can cheer you on, plus I want to meet this girlfriend that has you so whipped," I tease.

"Sure as long as you make this new guy your boyfriend and bring him along too," he shot back.

      We walked out together and before we parted ways he gave me a kiss on the cheek for good luck. After changing yet again in the station’s bathroom stall, I made my way to my platform. On the train I finally had a chance to check my phone and realized I got a text.

To: Princess

Hey how have you been? Still busy with the family stuff?

To: Chan 🖤

Yeah, I’ve been stuck in my hometown helping my mom arrange everything.

To: Princess

Okay, remember to take care of yourself too.

      Something felt off with how he texted… no you must be overthinking it and even if there was could you blame him? You’ve been sending the boy mixed signals, deal with it later and let's prepare for the stupid shitshow of a gala in a few days. Since school has started my parents have been trying to match me with some son of a CEO friend or something, Jeon Kyunghoon. I screened over those parts of our conversations especially once Chan officially came into the picture three weeks later. Yet regardless of my uninterest toward the subject they still continued with the match up anyways. What's worse is that I’ve seen Kyunghoon at other functions and Seunghee and I had purposefully avoided him because he seemed like a narcissist. Now I'm forced to go spend the gala with him, the only good part is that the Seung-siblings will be there too. That means if needed Seunghee, and to a lesser extent Seungmin, can save me if he is just as slimy as he seems.

      Waking up the day of the gala, I already had a bad feeling. Looking on the bright side though this gala marks the end of my leave and the end of my stay at my parents' house. The day was cleared so we could prepare for the gala, a bit excessive I thought but with a mother like mine you can never have too much time. I wasn’t like my mother so I waited until a few hours before we left to get ready. I changed into my white knee-length off-the-shoulder dress that had a black lace bodice and sleeves, with the lace slightly spilling into the top half of the skirt. I lightly curled my hair before doing my makeup and by the time father called us to leave, I had just slipped on my heels. In response to the bad feeling I had woken up with, the news warned of a strong chance of rain as the sky was painted a dull grey. 

      Once we checked our coats in we walked into the grand ballroom which was decorated like a castle with a red carpet flowing from the entrance to delicate gold decorations adorning the walls. Before I had to make my rounds with my parents,  and inevitably meet Kyunghoon, I spotted Seunghee. She was in a stunning nude mermaid-style floor length gown with white lace that went from the bottom of the skirt, up. As I approached her I couldn't help but comment with a smile.

"You look amazing! But this was definitely not planned."

"And this is why we're best friends," she laughs, "cause we know what's up and occasionally accidentally match too."

      We hugged each other as I returned her laugh before turning and greeting Seungmin who both looked like he was in his element but also looked like he was hating every minute of it. Before we could talk much my mother called me to come make our rounds.

"God wish me luck. I’m meeting the Kyunghoon guy my parents have been going on about."

"Ewww slimy Kyunghoon?"

"Yeah he’s a friend's son," I roll my eyes.

"Drop an SOS if you need me to get you out of there."

      She winked at me and I forced a smile that caused her to snicker. I replied with a mock salute before reluctantly heading back to my parents.

[mystic-kitten-writer]

Limerence [M] ︳24

Pairing: Zuko x OC

AU: Adult-Verse

Genre: Romance, mainly fluff with smut, and if you squint hard enough - you’ll find some angst.

Rating: SFW

Words: 4500+

Notes: I noticed that on Quotev (I post there and Wattpad if you guys didn’t know) we’re so close to hitting 300 hearts, which is an overwhelming feeling because I never thought I would ever hit that point! I plan on working on a short chapter as a thank you gift for sticking around and supporting my writing journey. It’s the only way I know how to say thank you for the love and support I’ve gotten <3 

I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter! It’s a bit sad (you’ll see why...). But I want to get your opinions and comments! Thank you for everything; the comments and support, and take care of yourselves!

Masterlist ︳23 ︳ Bonus pt. 1

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Limerence: (English/n.) the state of being infatuated with another person.

The moment their eyes locked they knew - the flames within him twisted while the water within her turned. It was a connection, a connection that would lead to love, adventure, and drama.

Quatervois

(French/n.) a crossroads; a critical decision or turning point in one's life.

 ~ Fire Lord Zuko ~

            Marriage.

            My jaw dropped before I could stop, sitting upright as I leaned forward, looking at Aang dead in the eye. Marriage.

            “Aang…of course I’ll support your decision, anything you need, as Fire Lord - as a friend, I’ll do whatever I can,” I spoke with the stupidest grin on my face.

            The look of relief that washed over Aang, slouching forward as he laughed lightly, “You don’t know how much I needed to hear that.” He muttered, shaking his head as he rubbed his face in relief.  He looked as if he finally told me his biggest secret, and in all fairness, it was a big deal.

            Marriage - fuck, we’re getting old. A sigh escaped me, as I let my elbows rest on the study.

            It was absurd to think that we’ve reached a point in our lives where things like this – things like marriage and children was now the main focus of our conversations. That our old days of goofing off and being a group of kids were slowly disappearing. And that by next year – Aang and Katara may officially be married.

            “Have you told Sokka or Yue yet?” I asked, watching the way Aang fidget in his seat.

            “I told Hakoda a few months back, and he gave me his blessings. But I haven’t told Sokka or Yue yet…”

            “Well, I can tell you Yue will be overjoyed. She loves you.”

            Aang smiled brightly, hearing my words, “I love Katara, and I really needed to just tell you before I told them. But I think you’re right; I don’t think I’ll have much trouble with Sokka or Yue…” I nodded my head. I didn’t blame him one bit - I would be scared shitless too.

            Aang wasn’t just going to be the ‘Avatar,’ he was going to be a husband – and maybe even a father in the future. And in my books, being a husband or father was scarier than being the Avatar.

            A soft giggle caught my attention, and without a second thought, my body started twisting in my chair to the open window behind me. An automatic reaction, my mind and body already knew that laugh all too well – learned to crave it. It was an amorous giggle, light and innocent, a sound that effortlessly carried in the gentle breezes – Yue.

            Toph was Earthbending away, fixing the waterfall to its glory with ease, Suki giving her creative input. But more importantly, I could see Yue.

            She was hugging Kiyi in her arms under one of the cherry blossom trees, smiling radiantly. Her white robes clashed against Kiyi’s scarlet dress, the sun illuminating, making her seem like a divine spirit.

            She’s beautiful – so fucking beautiful. My breath hitch slightly, just looking at her. “When are you going to pop the question?”

            My eyes widen, turning back to face Aang, confused by his words, “Sorry what?” I blubbered, taken off guard. Aang snickered, crossing his arms as he raised his brows at me, “You and Yue – married.”

            “Oh cut me some slack,” I grumbled, looking down at the paperwork on my desk, trying to look busy to hid my flushed cheeks. But also because I didn’t want to admit it, how I dreamt of it – marriage, a family. If you told me that I would be here, blushing over a woman five years ago, I would’ve slapped you silly. But now, the thought of spending the rest of my life with her didn’t make me bat an eyelash.

            “All I’m gonna say is good luck – cause I’m pretty sure Sokka is plotting your death as we speak.” I snorted, looking up at Aang with a look of disbelief, but the grin Aang shot back confirmed my suspicions. “He’s still mad!?” I huffed, shaking my head as I pinched my nose. Talk about not letting things go.

            “Dude – she was topless, on your lap. If Suki wasn’t there, I could 100% say you would’ve been murdered.”

            “But SHE started it!” I groaned, throwing my hands into the air in defeat as Aang chuckled, “The best part is I believe you.” I leaned forward, pointing at Aang fervently, “Then why aren’t you helping me out if you know how much trouble Yue is!?”

            Aang leaned back, laughing as he shrugged his arms, “Because unlike you, I go back home with Sokka while you’re at least a good weeks distance.” I let out a grumble, cursing under my breath as I sat back down, Avatar my ass – he’s only out here protecting his own ass.

            “How did the walk with Kayto go last night, I didn’t get to ask Yue...”

            I rolled my eyes, “Fine from what I gathered. But Kayto…”

            “He’s trouble – isn’t he?”

            “More than any of us know,” I muttered.

            My head fell into the palms of my hands, huffing as guilt consume me. I shouldn’t have let Yue go alone, I knew better.

            “Two more days, that’s it, then they leave and…” I peeked through my fingers, waiting for Aang to finish his sentence, “How is the beach house going? Is it almost complete, do you think you two can go?” My hands covered my face once again, the abandoned beach house.

            Well, it wasn’t ‘abandoned’ anymore.

            It was one of the many side projects I decided to take on, a project involving the old vacation house on Ember Island. It had been years since I’ve stepped foot in that place, the last time being to camp out when we snuck into the Fire Nation to take down Ozai.

            I let it sit, rot - planning on demolishing the damn building within months of my rein; it held nothing but miserable and pitiful memories anyway. But Iroh convinced me otherwise, ‘let it stand, it’s doing no harm or good where it sits. You never know where your heart may lay in the future.’

            And like usual – Iroh was right.

            The moment we arrived in the Fire Nation, I commissioned the restoration of the old family home, stripping it from its previous title of ‘Ozai’s beach house’ to mine.

            Correction - ours.

            I pulled my hands down as I scratched my head. It was embarrassing, how much Yue had me wrapped around her finger unknowingly. But I couldn’t help it, just imagining the look on her face when I tell her I got the week off. Only me and her, in our family vacation home, a new set of memories to be made, “For the most part, yeah - it’s done. A few spare bedrooms have to be completed, but we could leave in the next few days to vacation.”

            “Did you tell Yue yet?”

            “…No…”

            “Are you going to tell her…?”

            “What’s with you wanting me and her to get married, go on this vacation and what not?” I shyly grumbled, huffing to myself once again as I gazed out the window. Suki and Toph were arguing, spirits only know about what, while Yue was helping Kiyi plant some flowers in the gardens with some of the gardeners.

            Family…

            Aang rolled his eyes, “Oh, how things have come full circle!” Aang cried, standing up and stretching his arms above him with a cheeky grin. I gave him a look, only causing Aang’s smile to largen, “You and Sokka used to tease me all the time about being in love with Katara. Now, look at you-you're worse than me!”

            “Oh shut up before I change my mind about helping you out with that bloody wedding of yours!” I hissed, crossing my arms in annoyance as I stripped my gaze from Yue, but I could still hear her laughing from the open window – fuck am I whipped.

            Aang snorted loudly, turning around, walking towards the door with a playfully wave, “Whatever, lover boy.”

            My eyes narrowed, flicking my fingers towards him, a little flicker of fire darting. With a twist of Aang’s wrist, he blew out the spark with wind, grinning madly. “Have fun getting married without me.” I puffed, only for Aang to laugh, “Seriously, Zuko…”

            I looked up at Aang, his cheery smile softening as he gazed at me, “Thanks for everything…for helping me with Republic City, this wedding stuff…” I leaned back in my chair, nodding at his words as Aang spoke.

            “And thank you for taking care of Yue…if I had known that you two would’ve hit it off as well you two did, I would’ve introduced you so much earlier.”

            I chuckled, leaning over my desk once again, getting ready to get back to work, “The least I could do after trying to capture you for how long.” I muttered under my breath.

            “Oh…and just to let you know…Appa may have eaten a tree or two in the gardens -BYE~.” My eyes widen, standing up straight but Aang was quicker, darting out the door with a loud laugh. I rubbed my temples in frustration, letting out a low hiss, but it didn’t take long for a small amused chuckle to escape me.

            This was my life now.

            And I wouldn’t change a damn thing.

 ~ Ying Yue Jiang ~

            I couldn’t stop laughing, dirt flying everywhere as Kiyi dug a small hole to plant the flowers. It was fascinating how children managed to get dirty so quickly. All we had to do was dig tiny holes, but there seemed to be more dirt on Kiyi than in the gardens.

            On the other hand, Toph and Suki continued bickering behind me.

            “I think you should make the waterfall a tad bit bigger.” Suki insisted as Toph frowned in annoyance, “BIGGER? Are you nuts, or are you nuts?” Toph huffed. I smiled, looking over my shoulder as they argued like an old married couple.

            I never realized how much of Sokka’s creativity had rubbed off onto Suki, spitting out artistic lingo that she could’ve only learned from the great Sokka himself. But it was adorable, how they shared quirks as the years have passed. Even Katara got a bit goofier, not so strict the longer she has been with Aang.

            I wonder…have I changed since being with Zuko? Has Zuko changed since being with me?

            “LOOK YUE. I planted a giant family. This plant is mommy, daddy, Zuzu, and this is you and me~!” She cheered, proudly pointing at the flowers planted in the soil. I smiled softly, letting my hand run along her messy bun, “It’s wonderful, thank you button.” I hummed, planting a peck upon her forehead. Family…

            “Imperial Consort Ying Yue.”

            My head shot upwards, a few guards standing in front of us. My brows pinched, nodding my head as I began standing up, “Yes?” What in the world-

            They moved aside, green flooding my vision, “Kayto…”

            He bore a radiant smile, his hands pleasantly interlocking in front of him as he tilted his head to the side, “May I borrow you for a moment? I’ll be quick flower, I promise.” His long black hair was tied up with ribbon; his green robes were a tad bit more casual than usual. But I also noticed a few scratches along his sun-kissed skin; I really did a number on him.

            Kiyi gazed up at us with big eyes and I could hear heavy footsteps behind me, “Not without us.” Suki grumbled Toph right on her heel.

            Kayto sighed, eyeing Suki and Toph with exasperation. But it was the subtle movement behind him that caught my attention, servants carrying bags? Wait a minute – is he leaving? But they were set to depart in two more days…

            I stepped forward, looking over my shoulder at Suki and Toph, “I’ll be fine.” Their eyes widen, frowning at my response.

            Something was off with Kayto.

            Logic would say to not bother with Kayto, ignore him – it was not like you guys literally just fought yesterday. But I couldn’t do that. My eyes studied his posture; he seemed different. And in all honesty, while Zuko and the gang despised him – I couldn’t, and I hated myself for it.

            I cursed at myself inwardly, frustration eating away at me how I wanted to be like Lia or Toph – outspoken and tough, not so forgiving. But I couldn’t, no matter how much I tried, I just couldn’t.

            Kayto gazed at me - stunned, “Really?”

            My head slowly nodded, dusting off my dress from the remaining specks of dirt as I stepped forward, “Quickly.” I sternly spoke. Suki placed her hand on my shoulder, squeezing. “Are you…sure?” She muttered softly, giving Kayto side eyes but I nodded. Something in my gut told me – told me to talk with him. The things I do, Zuko really is a man of patience to love me.

            “I’ll be okay, let's go?” I hummed, stepping forward, my hand leaving Kiyi’s hair.

            Toph and Suki gazed over me with hesitance, debating on whether or not they should stop me, but it was too late. I found myself walking with Kayto along the stoned path, not too far from them, but enough to speak in private. I could feel the lingering stares, not just from the gang, but from the servants, the guards, the gardeners – seemingly trying to tell me with their eyes that this was a BAD idea.

            Oh, the perks of having a soft heart.

            Kayto eyes looked down, quietly walking down the paths with me, not trying to hold my hand or engage in conversation. He was even cautious not to bump his shoulder with mine as he walked. The politeness, the gentleman-like behaviour – it was frightening. And a part of me strangely wanted him just to flirt.

            Anything besides this.

            Was something wrong? I puffed, why did it matter anywho?

            “You never told Zuko - petal.” He spoke, his voice barely a whisper as he abruptly stopped underneath a cherry blossom tree, shading us from the scorching heat of the sun. My feet froze, turning slightly to gaze at him, but his eyes weren’t on me. He watched the way the blossoms cascaded with the gentle breeze, falling at our feet. I sighed softly, playing with my fingers as I shook my head, “No…”

            “Why not little flower? I attacked you.”

            I opened my mouth but shut it quickly. Why? Why didn’t I tell Zuko? I had the chance, a chance to really expose him, but I didn’t. A frustrated huff escaped me as I shrugged my shoulders, pulling my arms around my waist, trying to comfort myself. “Would it really matter, if I did?”

            “It would’ve been a chance for you to put me in jail – we both know your Fire Lord would love that.”

            “Do you want that?”

            Kayto shut his mouth, gazing over me with conflicting emotions. It was strange; it was like something about last night made him change. What happened? He just wasn’t the same, and I found myself instinctively going closer to him, my hand unknowingly falling over his arm. He flinched, but I never moved, as I let my hand rest over his forearm.

            A pregnant pause fell between us, only for him to place his hand over mine a few seconds later. Cold – his hand is so cold.

            “Are you and the King leaving? Zuko told me you were leaving later…”

            “Just me, petal. I have certain tasks to attend to; I’m leaving tonight.” I frowned, “No one got to say goodbye-”

            “I don’t think Zuko is going to miss me much.” I scoffed, laughing softly as I shook my head, “That may be true, but I would like to say goodbye.”

            “You’re a strange one little flower…” Kayto muttered, but a soft smile danced upon his lips, and I smiled back. “I don’t know what you see in Zuko, how I would kill to have a woman like you by my side.”

            “And I don’t understand why you despise Zuko, how you don’t see what I see.”

            “You’re so in love with that man – willing to risk your damn life for him. You knew the risks you were taking, going on that walk with me. You knew.”

            “And I would do it again for him.”

            “I know…” He muttered, trailing off, running small circles along the top of my hand.

            That was it – his eyes.

            They were different. Usually, Kayto’s green eyes were intense, an emerald that could seemingly pierce through someone’s soul, but this time – they weren’t as fierce. They were softer, a paler shade. “I should’ve killed you – last night…” He said slowly, shaking his head, he isn’t lying.

            “…And why didn’t you?”

            “The same reason you didn’t kill me.” He answered. A soft sigh escaped me, as I gazed down at the floor. We were standing close to each other, our feet almost touching as the blossoms painted the ground. “Tell Zuko next time he lets you go on a walk with me, I ain’t returning you back.”

            I looked at him, Kayto crossing his arms, my hand dropping from him as he leaned forward, “Do me a favour flower, and close your eyes.”

            I pouted, shaking my head, “What? Are you crazy?”

            “Come on, flower, do it.”

            “So you can kill me?”

            “I had my chance yesterday, and I didn’t, so trust me.”

            Trust – something that people earned — worked hard for. Sokka would always say that my problem was I gave it away like flowers, only to have my heart broken. And Sokka right, but despite knowing that, I found myself closing my eyes.

            A soft breath hit my cheek, something moist brushing along my jaw, my scar. Oh my gosh, he’s - I gasped, my eyes widen just in time for Kayto to pull away. He kissed my scar, “Now I can die a happy man.”

            I found myself blushing. “I-if Zuko saw that-” I hissed, but Kayto just laughed, shaking his head, “Like I said – I would die happy.”

            I huffed out, ready to yell his ear off but he didn’t give me a chance. He turned on his heel, walking away from me. His black ponytail swaying from side to side, cheekily waving as he gazed over his shoulder, “It was a pleasure meeting you Ying Yue – Imperial Consort of the Almighty Fire Lord.”

            I watched him, unable to utter a word.

            Because for once, since the moment I met him – he smiled.

            A genuine smile of happiness.

            I felt my heart squeeze, unable to mutter a word as his figure disappeared towards the servants, eagerly packing his bags for departure.

            “Wait-!”

            Kayto stopped for a second, gazing over his shoulder, waiting for me to speak. “B-before you go, would you like to stay for lunch, with Zuko and I?”

            Kayto chuckled, shaking his head with a soft look, “I’ll be fine – I can die happy.” He repeated once again, before turning the corner, out of sight.

            I knew what he was going to do.

            Please…don't-

            Soft hands wrapped around my waist, and I quickly gazed downwards, Kiyi hugging me from the side as she looked up with a giant pout, “Yue…why are you crying?”

            I forced a smile, wiping my cheeks with my sleeves. “Because nothing in this world is black and white anymore...” Kiyi frowned at my answer, tilting her head at my words, and in return, I sniffled.

            The world was gray – a disgusting mixture of black and white.

 ~ Azula ~

            “In two days?” I muttered under my breath, crossing my legs as I leaned back. Mai nodded her head, her arms crossed and her face void of any emotion – seemingly always wearing a mask, afraid of getting hurt.

            Yakone sighed, kicking the dirt underneath his feet as he listened in on our conversation. “Who else is going? The Avatar and the rest of imprudent friends?”

            Mai frowned, shaking her head as she let her fingers play with one of her many daggers, “No. Just them. Some sort of personal retreat.”

            I scoffed, “Zuzu has been taking a lot of time off. How strange, your niece seems to be quite the influence.” I laughed, a small smirk erupting from Yakone, “What can I say, we have mastered the art of human manipulation.”

            “So what’s the plan Azula?” Mai butted in, eyes narrowed.

            And I grinned.

            Mai was horrible at hiding her hatred for Zuzu’s girlfriend, gazing at the faint bruises that still painted Mai’s delicate skin. Deep purples staining the skin around her nose as she continued playing with the dagger. But it was her hatred that had me thriving – it’s easier to manipulate people when they want the same outcome as yourself.

            “Like what I did before – I’ll serve as a maid during their vacation. A personal maid to that bitch…” Yakone chuckled, “The Fire Nation Princess acting like a maid – oh, how the mighty have fallen.”

            I frowned, hissing at Yakone’s mocking words with my hands on my hips, “I didn’t fall. I’m overtaking the kingdom from the underbelly, isn’t that not what you’re doing -Yakone?”

            Yakone shrugged, ready to speak, but the soft sounds of footsteps stopped us from conversing. Everyone turned to face the noise, on guard. The bushes rumbled, my eyes scanning the greenery, only for Yakone to snarl, “What are you doing here, boy.”

            Kayto.

            His arms were crossed, observing us, but his eyes settled upon Mai. The way his brows pinched together, jaw-dropping as his green eyes flickered between us. “What is she doing here?” He spoke, confusion written on his face. I grinned, playfully wrapping my arm around her shoulders, Mai tensing under my grasp, despising the physical contact. “An ally.”

            “You’re the snitch…” He muttered, but the way he spoke. It wasn’t so much of happiness as it was of realization. The way his hands gripped his robes, eyes stripping away from us as he gazed at Yakone. Something was off; he seemed different.

            “Why did you come here? We were supposed to meet at the Earth Nation-”

            “I’m leaving tonight.”

            “And why is that?” Yakone scowled, stepping forward with narrowed eyes. Kayto rolled his eyes, “Politics. And just a fair warning the Earth King signed the papers.”

            My eyes widen, he failed.

            “You say what boy? That he SIGNED the papers?” Yakone roared. Kayto stepped back, eyes cautiously watching over Yakone. “This new Nation bullshit has nothing to do with me. Figure it out on your own – I’m done with it – all of it.”

            “You think you can just walk away?”

            “I’m doing that right now, aren’t I” Kayto taunted, turning on his heel as he began stepping away from Yakone. I could feel my stomach twist. Yakone raising his hand, Kayto utterly oblivious to the gesture, until Mai and I heard it – a sharp gasp.

            Kayto’s limbs stiffen, a choked wheeze escaping him as his arms and legs raised off the ground, his feet barely skimming the earth.

            “I warned you. That if the Earth King signs those papers, I’ll make sure you never see the light of day again.”

            “D-do it.” Kayto hissed, struggling the breath. Yakone’s fingers twitched, a painful grunt escaping Kayto, he’s going to kill him.

            Mai watched over Yakone with fear, eyes wide, the most emotion I’ve seen come out of that girl in all the years I’ve known her. She’s never seen a Bloodbender before, and she looked absolutely petrified.

            “You think you can just walk in and walk out of here? That you can suddenly be a good guy?” Yakone shouted. The way Kayto’s limbed stretched, his chest heaving in pain as Yakone crushed him from the inside out. “I’m gonna kill you, boy, and I’m going to love it. Every. Single. Moment.”

            With a struggling breath, Kayto turned his head, his eyes lining up with Yakone. But his eyes weren’t filled with fear, no, he was smiling. “S-she’s nothing like you.” He gasped out, what is he-

            It echoed throughout the mountain - the sound of death.

            The birds stopped singing, the wind stilled, even the clouds blocked the sun’s glow as I unknowingly held my breath.

            Kayto’s eyes were no longer a lively green, but dull and gray – lifeless.

            Mai stilled, her hands gripping her body as she watched the way Yakone let his hands unravel, Kayto’s body hitting the ground like nothing more but trash.

            But the smile on Yakone’s face. He cracked his fingers and neck, rolling his shoulders back as he groaned in pleasure, “Nothing beats the satisfaction of feeling their last dying breath.”  

            He’s a monster.

            But another darker, more sinister, realization hit me.

            If this was the power, Yakone possessed…what was Ying Yue hiding?

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[watchmegetobsessed]

The Long Way Home // Shawn Mendes - part 2

hope you like the story, im having more and more fun with writing it!

Part 1

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I do grocery shopping early in the morning not wanting too many people to see me around the neighborhood. The nearby Walmart is basically empty and 6.30 am and the elderly cashier woman couldn’t give less fuck about who she is talking to. Once I’m back home I get changed and go for a quick run on the beach, just to have a look around and get my blood pumping for my first official day here. Running in the sand is making me work hard and by the time I finish my lap I can feel my thighs throbbing. I’m panting heavily as I reach my neighbor’s house and switch to walking. The deck is empty, all the blinds are drawn, no sign of her. My mind is still running about her familiarity, but I still haven’t figured out who she is and how I might now her. I spend the rest of the day in the studio room shutting the world out. It’s around eight when I come out of the house again, just in time for another sunset. I make a cup of tea and make myself comfortable on the ground, mentally noting to buy some furniture for the deck. I might as well leave them once I’m gone, but I could really use some seats out here.

The sun is halfway hidden behind the water when I see movements in the corner of my eyes. I turn to the right and see her again. She is wrapped into a grey blanket, her hair looks the same, kind of even messier than yesterday and this time she has a mug in her hands. She sits down on the steps and stares blankly into the distance, just like yesterday.

She probably didn’t notice me and I debate if I should go over again or not. I really want to find out why she looks so familiar and if maybe I knew her name it would finally click. So I decide to go for it again.

Luckily she is kind of zoned out and doesn’t notice me until I almost reach her deck. She jumps a little when she sees me walking towards her, almost spilling her drink. She stands up, but I speak up before she could escape again.

“Hey! Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” I say with a warm smile, trying to look as friendly as possible. She doesn’t answer, just stares at me intensely as I finally reach her deck. “I just wanted to introduce myself. I’ll be spending the summer here. I’m Shawn.” I stop at the steps looking up at her, but her expressions doesn’t loosen up. I look into her green eyes and can’t not notice the dark circles under them that have me wondering what she does that keeps her up all night. She looks skinny, her hands are bony, fingers long without any color on the nails. She doesn’t look like the kind of girl who does hours long glams every day.

I feel like she is not going to say anything, but then she speaks up.

“Okay.”

That’s all she says and suddenly I feel extremely awkward. She doesn’t even want to say her name and I basically feel like she wants me out of her property, but I need to know her name at least.

“And you are…” I try, which clearly is pissing her off and doesn’t want to answer. “Look, I’m sorry if you don’t like famous people, but I swear I didn’t come here to get into trouble. I’m just trying to get away from the world for the summer. I swear I won’t cause any trouble around here.”

“You better not, because I don’t need the attention.”

Her reply is spicy, making it clear that she is not a fan of mine or anyone who is famous.

“Okay,” I chuckle awkwardly, feeling like I’ve definitely overstayed my non-existent welcome. “Can I at least get your name?”

“Look, I’m not trying to get friends around here, okay? We won’t go jogging together, watch the sunset or paint the view sitting on the deck. I’m here to be alone, so don’t count on having a buddy in your neighbor.”

I’m kind of speechless, her dry reply just hits me hard in the head and I don’t know what to say. For such a pretty girl she has a pretty sassy, kind of rude attitude.

“I was just asking for your name. No need to bite my head off,” I say, still not over her behavior.

“I’m Sloan. Thanks for coming over, but I have something to do now. Bye,” she snaps before turning around and walking into the house, shutting the door behind her.

I stand completely frozen for a couple of moments before I manage to move my legs and leave. I slowly walk back to my house and halfway I stop and glance back. I see the curtains move in one of the windows so I know she has been watching me and I just can’t really figure out where to put this conversation in my mind.

Sloan. She definitely doesn’t want to be good neighbors, I mean I wasn’t planning on making a new best friend, but we could have hung out a few times, I was hoping to have her watch over the house when I’ll be gone, but she definitely doesn’t want to stay in contact with me. And her name didn’t even help me figure out why she looks familiar, but seeing her up close just strengthened the feeling inside me.

  “You really didn’t go too overboard with this house,” Brian comments as he looks around in the living room and the kitchen.

“Why would I need more? It’s just me here.”

“I’m just saying, it’s a big change after the hotel suits and luxury apartments,” he shrugs plopping down to the couch, making himself comfortable. I grab two beers from the fridge and join him handing his drink. “Thanks.”

“I’m perfectly fine with it.”

“I know, you are going back to your roots, finding yourself and all the shit,” he mocks me rolling his eyes, but I know he is just joking, so I just shake my head laughing.

We stay silent as he continues observing his surroundings. The place is quite cozy, that’s one of the reasons why I like it. Every piece of furniture seems to be so different, but at the end it looks great together. It’s a nice mixture of vintage and modern that goes perfect with the view over the deck.

I catch Brian staring out the window and I know he is a sucker for a nice walk at the beach but would never admit he likes all these cliché stuff.

“Wanna go for a walk?” I ask and watch his eyes light up.

“Sure!”

With our cold beers in our hands we leave our shoes behind and take the beach barefoot. The wind is messing our hair up, but luckily it’s not cold.

“So, how is writing?” he casually asks.

I know everyone is worried, I would be too. A year ago I wrote two songs a day. Being on tour gave me so much inspiration, but soon my mind got blocked. I didn’t talk about it for a long time, everyone thought things are going well, but then I had nothing to present at the meetings, studio sessions became painful as I couldn’t get one song done in weeks. The team sat me down one day and I told them how I’ve been feeling. The past two years have been too suffocating, I was always on the road basically until I was so exhausted I couldn’t get out of bed. It’s not like I was forced, it was more like my own, inner motor pushing me. I felt like if I don’t do everything right now I might not be able to do it later.

Andrew cancelled half of my plans after that, I spent a week at home, just rewiring my mind and I realized this is what I need. I have to take a few steps back, spend some time alone and get everything in my mind straight and just think about everything that has happened.

“It’s fine. I started a song, but I’ve been here only for two days.”

“You sure being alone is doing good to you?”

“Yes, Brian. And tell this to Andrew as well. He is texting me every hour to check in on me. I’m not a baby,” I chuckle.

“I know! We are just worried about you.” He holds up his hands, clipping the beer between his thumb and pointing finger.

“Worry less, I’m doing fine.”

He stops and turns to me with a serious face and I know he is talking for real this time.

“We just don’t want to see you go where you were in 2018.”

“I won’t,” I reply right away. I promised myself I would never go there again.

“Alright, I trust you,” he smiles at me patting my shoulder before we start walking again. “Oh, you have a neighbor!” he points out nodding in the direction of the little blue house.

Sloan is out on the deck, she is wearing a huge, black hoodie with no pants, she is barefoot, as always and her hair is finally let down. It’s longer than I thought, almost reaches her waist.

“Yeah, she is not a fan of mine,” I scoff taking a sip from my beer. Brian is watching her, he is squinting his eyes as he tries to take a better look at her as she throws a few towels over the railing of her deck.

“You talked to her?”

“Yes, and she made it clear she doesn’t want to be my friendly neighbor.”

“What’s her name?”

“Sloan.”

“Dude, no way!” His eyes widen as he glances at me and then back in her direction. When she is done with the last towel she walks back into the house.

“What?”

“You didn’t recognize her?” he gasps and I shake my head no. “That’s Sloan Westbury!”

“Who?” I ask as my mind is slowly putting the pieces together. The familiar face, the name…

“Shawn, she is Sloan Westbury, the Disney girl who went nuts last year.”

“Oh my God,” I whisper as realization hits me.

I know now, this is why she looked so familiar, I’ve seen her on TV so many times. Last year, when I was touring the press was all up in her ass. She had numerous scandals, wild parties and nude photoshoots, people were judging her every step right until she deleted all her social media profiles and just… disappeared.

“She was rude because she thought I would bring attention to her again,” I realize as I stare in her house’s direction.

It’s all clear now.

[philanddanxreader]

Baby Watch 2K17

Hello, Love bugs!

Dan X Reader

Warnings- fluff

I’ve been watching a bunch of gender reveals online and I keep seeing my reaction but I’m not 100% clear on Dan’s. Can you write a blurb to help me out? Thxxxxx ✌🏻😊(Gender Reveal anon) unless you don’t want to or you’re too busy it’s totally fine! Sorry I get anxious asking for blurbs Bc I’m not giving you anything in return and I feel like I should. I’m sorry for being weird

Don’t feel weird about sending in requests. I love them. I promise I won’t bite your head off or something. I’m a pretty chill lady.

 It was the conversation that was taking over your lives at the moment. Dan desperately wanted to know the sex of the baby. It was all he talked about. He said he didn’t feel like he could properly prepare until he knew. You told him that it was kind of fun not knowing. Nothing was really changing in your mind if it would be a girl or boy. The baby was healthy and kicking every chance it had. That’s all that really mattered to you.

“But Y/N. Think about it. When we find out we can buy so many things to spoil our baby with.” Dan had said at one point while rubbing your belly in bed.

“You are going to spoil the baby no matter what. I never thought you would be the one wanting to know the sex so bad.” Dan never gave you a real answer as to why he wanted to know so bad. You figured it was one of the final steps to make it feel real that the two of you were having a baby. Well, that and all of the baby stuff that was clogging up the house.

But Daniel had seemed to become a planner when he found of that you were expecting. This new planning Dan needs to know everything ahead of time. He was the one who was reading baby books like they were the most interesting thing in the world. It was kind of weird for Dan to have all of these baby facts just running around in his head. To be honest it may be easier if Dan gave birth for you as he was much more prepared than you are.

Even though Dan brought up that it would be nice to know the sex of the baby every single day you put up a good fight for a while. You tried to convince him that you really didn’t need to know the sex yet as buying a ton of clothes seemed silly when the baby would grow so fast. Dan tried saying that decorations for the nursery theme would be easier. You simply reminded him that the theme was already decided as lions, tigers, and bears. Truthfully it seemed like a great excuse to buy a bunch of stuffed animals for every surface.

But after Dan’s pestering, he finally won when he brought up the bigger argument the two of you had been having. What to name the baby. You were having a hard-enough time picking one name let alone settling on two. One for a girl and one for a boy. Of course, the names that the two of you were tossing around weren’t all that gender neutral making everything a bit harder. So, after pushing and pushing Dan finally won in finding out the gender. But Dan being who he is couldn’t just go to the ultra sound and find out like normal people. No Dan wanted to make some sort of video to reveal the what the baby would be. If you were being realistic Dan wanted to celebrate that you were having a baby more than anything else. He was in love with the idea of being a daddy in less than four months. Who were you to tell him no to a video when he was so obsessed with your future child? So, it would be official Dan was going to plan some sort of video to find out what you were having.

The day had come where Dan was buzzing around the house getting the camera and light ready for the video. The last ultra sound you had the technician put the sex of the baby in an envelope that he gave to Phil. Between the two of them, they decided that Phil would put purple glitter in a black balloon for a girl and a navy blue glitter if it was a boy. It was a pretty cute idea you had to admit. 

You were finishing getting ready when Phil showed up with two balloons in hand and a giant smile on his face. He had gone straight to the office to meet Dan to see the setup and to hear the plan. After taking one more look at yourself in the mirror you waddled your way into the room where the boys were.It was a simple little setup but it was perfect. Dan had two darts on the desk as he finished focusing everything to his liking. 

You tried to sneak in to watch the boys but you were given away when you bumped into the chair. “Y/N! We’re ready for you mummy.” Dan said pulling the chair out of your way so you could sit in your spot. 

“I can’t thank you enough for doing this for us, Philly. I thought I might actually be nervous about this but I’m actually just really excited. Maybe Dan was… Right.” You said sticking your tongue out with a giggle. “Are you going to stay and watch Phil?” You asked looking at him as he stood in the door way.

“It was really no problem. I mean I would love to stay and watch if that fine?” Phil said with a little puppy dog look in his eye.

“Please stay. You are family so I think it’s only fair that you get to experience this with us.” You said grabbing Dan’s hand that was resting on your thigh. 

“Everyone ready?” Dan said looking from you to Phil. Both Phil and yourself nodded before Dan hit the record button and took a deep breath. “Hello, internet. I am here with my lovely wife Y/N and Phil. Say hi Phil.” Phil gave a little hi and he gave a wave before leaning against the door frame again.”We are doing something I never thought I would be putting on this channel ever. These balloons are filled with glitter that will let us know the sex of our baby. If it turns out to be a boy we will be covered in Blue glitter and if it is a girl we will be covered in purple as Phil couldn’t find any stereotypical pink.” you gave a little smile as you let Dan finish his little spiel. As you thought of how crazy these past few months where you were brought back by the sound of Phil’s voice.

“Y/N? Are you ready to pop the balloons?” You felt silly that you spaced out but quickly grabbed a dart off of the table. 

“Ready. Shall we get everyone to place their bets in the comments?” Dan laughed before grabbing his own dart off of the table. 

“My bet is a girl. Phil?” Phil thought for a moment. 

“I’m going with boy. That what my mum said so I’m going with her. What do you think it will be Y/N?”

“I really don’t know. I think I might be leaning to a girl like Dan. But there is only one way to find out. Will you count us down Phil?”

“Sure. On go pop those puppies. You both readied your dart as you held your balloon by its string. “Three, Two, Two and a half, it’s not too late. You could just not pop them.” Phil said biting his tongue with a smile. 

“Phillip Lester!” Both Dan and yourself said at the same time. 

“Sorry. One, Go!” You closed your eyes right as your dart hit your balloon. the pops made you scream a little before you opened to see the glitter mess everywhere. You didn’t really know what to say as the tears started to flood over your cheeks.

“It’s a girl!” Dan yelled as he squished your cheeks before planting a big kiss on your lips.

“Holy shit! It’s a girl!” You said happy crying as Dan wiped the tears away with his fingers.

“Congrats you guys! I am so excited for you and I’m even more excited that I don’t have to clean this mess up.” 

You could care less about the mess. It was a beautiful mess in your opinion. Dan kept kissing your cheeks as he repeated over and over how he couldn’t believe it was a girl. “Told you it would be a girl Y/N,” Dan said one more time before shaking his hair so some of the purple would fly from his curls. You didn’t think it was possible but this reveal made you even more excited than before.