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threadofdestiny · 4 years ago

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Magnolia (Bakugou x F!Reader)

Feudal Japan AU

Shogun!Bakugou x Midoriya’s sister!reader

Summery: Her mother, lady Midoriya Inko, had once told her that the gods had predestined a path for every single person. All she had to do was follow the path and trust that it would lead her to happiness. But how could (Y/N) find happiness in a political formed marriage with her brother’s rival, a man known for being brutal and cold hearted?

Warnings: sexual content in later chapters / period-typical-sexism / strong language / violence / Drama / Angst / Fluff / Slow Burn/ political marriage / Reader is Izuku's sister / period-typical-discriptions like vague mentions of longer hair to form typical hairstyles or specific wardrobe / Bakugou is not good at feelings / Bakugou is a mean, explosive boi / third-person perspektive

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AO3

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Chapter 1, Chapter 4, Chapter 6

Chapter 5

Crumbling down

"You can't be serious, Kacchan...This is going way to fast! I am sure that we could make him keep quiet until we are past the traditional engagement period! If not, I could send her to some of my relatives until the rumors had died down. Away from the capital. Away from society."

"Damn Deku! Are you really that fucking starry-eyed to take a chance like that? Your sister was attacked a mere few hours after you were publicly declared as the heir to the throne! As if she would be safe anywhere else than with you or me."

"P-Perhaps no one realized what happened on the festival. Even if, such a swift action will only make people more suspicious, maybe even casting you in a bad light! In the worst case they'll think you've laid hands on her before your wedding."

"What do I care about that? Let them think that I couldn't keep my hands off of her long enough. In their eyes, I'm already the bad guy anyway. It's better than having followers of Shindo trying to spread lies and people to start questioning the hell out of you in response. When they are going to question her reputation, they are going to question yours as well!"

"Like that's even remotely better, when they are going to question yours!"

"Are you deaf, you dumbass? It does not fucking matter! They should fear me anyway!", the shogun interrupted his interlocutor in a sharp voice before continuing his explanation a bit more quietly but just as urgently after he paused for a second to take a breath:"He could lay a claim on her, forcing you to concede, if you want to prevent a scandal. You'd be forced to break off the engagement between her and me to give her to Shindo at worst. Do you really want to give that slimy liar the power he would automatically receive as the brother-in-law of the next emperor?", Bakugou growled dangerously agitated behind the closed doors of Izuku's study.

All the servants of the household had to retire earlier that night by Lady Midoriya's instructions in order to put the illusion of privacy to their noble masters minds. The now dead silence in the halls of the mansion was only broken by the dull sounds of the quarreling men which sounds penetrated through the thin walls, giving the lonely almost creepy mood a dramatic atmosphere. The banging of shattering porcelain and the vigorous shouts of the men, startled the two lady's who were standing in the hallway all alone by themselves. Sobbing, (Y/N) pressed her head against her quivering mother's shoulder, flinching every single time when either one of the men exchanged too harsh words with one another. Both ladies listened to the heated argument between the furious shogun and the equal upset head of their family, not daring to interrupt them in any way. With trembling fingers, the young girl clawed at the fabric of Lady Midoriya's kimono, hiccuping every few seconds due to the endless tears that streamed down her face. Her mother tried to calm her down by gently stroking over her now loose hair, but the resounding sounds of the quarrel, made her flinch over and over again.

"I'm so sorry... I-I'm so so sorry!", (Y/N) repeated desperately against her mother's neck, who tried to soothe her daughter, by rocking her back and forth like a child that cried out of the loss of its most precious toy. "Shh, you're not to blame. Everything will be fine!", she whispered into (Y/N)'s hair as she hugged her tighter against her soft, motherly chest, hoping to shoo her daughters inner fears away. Clanking and rumbling sounds came from the study as Bakugou began to shout again:"Do you think I feel like tying a damn, troublesome woman to my leg right now? I've got more important things to do than to deal with your family's shit, but we don't have a fucking choice, because all the other ways this could turn out are even shittier!", Bakugou's aggressive voice echoed through the walls, like the roaring of thousand thunderstorms as he loudly stomped around the closed room like a rampant bull. Wincing, (Y/N) dug her face deeper into her mother's shoulder as she heard him talking about her like she was a nuisance. The young girl clutched at Lady Midoriya, like she was the only thing that prevented her from drowning in her own sorrows. As if the woman was the only one that could save her from the path she would have to take after that life changing night.

How could she have been so careless? What had she done to deserve that fate? By a single moment of not thinking straight, her entire world had turned upside down once again. Only to boost her unstoppable fate to the immeasurable. With each passing second her control over the situation had slipped away, like grains of sand incessantly trickling between her fingers. She had conjured up a disaster that had fueled his dislike against her and her family and had managed to become a burden for her brother and her fiancé in a mere few hours. How should she survive such a start to her predetermined future and turn it around for the better?

"Kacchan, please! It was not my sister's fault that she was attacked. If anything, it was my fault. I should have taken better care of her. I should have anticipated that people would try to use her to get to me.", Izuku replied in anguish. Even through the barrier, (Y/N) could hear her brother's voice breaking as he blamed himself. He, too, was on the verge of tears. She heard it loud and clear. Her compassionate brother blamed himself, though he could do even less about Shindo's act than she could. If she had just stayed with him, or asked him to accompany her, none of this would have had to happen.

It had taken an eternity until both men had calmed down enough that their voices could no longer be heard through the thin walls. Another eternity had passed until, all at once, heavy footsteps sounded near the door before it was pushed open with a loud thud, revealing the illuminated study. Wincing, mother and daughter pulled apart as the looming shogun appeared in the doorway. His vermilion eyes scanned the hallway until they finally landed on his quivering fiance. When he caught sight of her teary eyes, his grim expression softened minimally, while he beckoned her over with a gesture of his right hand:"Come here, girl. There are some things we need to discuss!"

Nodding obediently, (Y/N) followed her future husband into the room where her brother was standing by the window, looking dejectedly through the cold glass. The darkness swallowed up the details of the garden behind and plunged everything into barely discernible shadows. The dimmed light of the individual candles, gleaned on the glassy surface and reflected Izuku's lamenting face. Without hesitation, the young girl knelt down on the soft tatami mats before stretching out her hands in front of her in a pleading pose, asking for forgiveness. Her forehead almost touched the ground as she quietly raised her thin voice: "My actions has brought grave repercussions upon our family. No matter what the consequences will be, I will endure them without hesitation!", the youngest Midoriya announced with a trembling voice, before she heard her brother draw in his breath sharply. "By the gods, (Y/N)! You can't help what happened tonight! I should kneel before you and beg for forgiveness!", exclaimed Izuku after turning to his sister, trembling resentfully. With brisk steps, he had run up to the youngest Midoriya to hastily pull her up by her upper arm, pressing her against him in a firm hug. Bakugou was silent as he watched the spectacle for a few moments with an unmoved face, before shortly after he cleared his throat to draw the sibling's attention:"We don't have time for this sentimental nonsense!", the blond shogun growled softly as he turned his gaze exclusively on his fiance's quivering frame, to address her directly:"It doesn't matter at all who is to blame for this fuss. As you had said, we're in a predicament now. So either way, you're not going to avoid having to endure the consequences.", he added as he busily began pacing the room with long strides. Izuku broke away from his sister, nodding sadly, as he placed his hands on her shoulders to calm her down. "Bakugou is right.", the newly appointed heir confirmed as he briefly pressed his fingers against his sister's collarbone, looking her straight in the eyes. Nodding, the young girl bit her lower lip as she waited for the consequences to be revealed.

An uneasy feeling spread through the area of her stomach as she gazed with teary eyes from her brother to her grimly looking betrothed, just to look back to Izuku, when he spoke up again: "I am sorry, sister, but we do not have time to wait for the proper engagement period to be over. To counteract certain rumors we will have to hold the wedding at the end of this week. That means you'll be leaving together with Bakugou in a few days to accompany him to his lands!", Izuku explained softly as he sadly averted his eyes.

A shiver ran down (Y/N)'s spine as her brother uttered the words she had secretly feared to hear. She hadn't even noticed that she had been holding her breath with pent-up tension, but she couldn't explain otherwise where the slight dizziness came from after she finally exhaled thin air out of her aching lungs. Nodding dejectedly, the youngest Midoriya clutched the thin fabric of her robe before letting her gaze drift to the side to look ultimately at her future husband's face. When her glassy eyes collided with Bakugou's vermilion ones, her breath caught within her throat for a brief moment. All of a sudden, it felt as if the youngest Midoriya's heart had burst out of her chest with all its might. It raced in unison with her thoughts as she slowly became aware of the full extent of her situation, clenching achingly, as she tried to swallow the lump in her throat.

Gone was the time to prepare herself for her inevitable future. Gone were the future opportunities to get to know Bakugou before their wedding. Gone was the vast amount of time she previously had left with her family, suddenly vanishing into thin air. All at once the memories she could have collected with them before her departure were torn away from her because of one single moment. One single mistake. One single power hungry man. In a mere few days she would belong to Bakugou Katsuki. She would have to ultimately leave her home to go with a man she had met only twice. Never in her life had she left her family for more than a few hours at once.

Forcing herself to come to her senses, (Y/N) ripped herself out of her depressing thoughts, shaking her head absently, before she averted her gaze away from the Shogun's captivating expression. She nodded again, accepting her fate, as she swallowed hard. "I-I see!", she murmured relentingly, as she turned her saddened gaze back to her older brother, who's eyes were glistening with unshed tears.

"Good, then we can now move on to the short term planning. We don't have much time to prepare, since I can't postpone the journey.", declared Bakugou bluntly, without trying to sugarcoat the situation as he sat down at the table and picked up a quill and some sheets of paper. With a faltering breath, (Y/N) listened to her future husband's words, after she and her brother had joined him at the table. Izuku sighed heavily as he briefly reached for his sister's hand to give it a firm squeeze before responding to his guest's statement: "...That would mean we barely have time to organize a proper ceremony!", he remarked gloomily as he briefly glanced in (Y/N)'s direction. Bakugou, however, just shrugged disinterested, before replying nonchalantly: "I don't mind. I'm not interested in throwing a huge celebration and having my feet kissed by some lickspittles, anyway.", the shogun grumbled, before he suddenly paused, turning his eyes towards his fiance. (Y/N) took a moment to realize that Bakugou was looking at her questioningly. He hadn't said it, but it seemed surprisingly like he was waiting for her opinion. The young girl blinked a few times before she dared to speak up: "A-ah.. a small ceremony sounds pleasant, I guess. P-Perhaps only with our closest confidants. It would be quite... private.", she breathed uncertainly, though truthfully, while she tilted her head to the side in thanks. When Bakugou nodded in satisfaction, the youngest Midoriya relaxed a tiny bit, watching how her betrothed began to write down some notes on the blank paper. The scratching of the quill on the paper echoed unnaturally loud in the otherwise silent room, before Izuku cleared his throat to share his own thoughts as well.

"We already handled most of the details in the previous contract. However, I have decided that I would like to send my sisters personal maid with her, so that she has someone around her who is not a stranger to her...", Izuku began slowly, before hesitating for a moment. He watched as the blond man included his request in the supplemental contract before the heir began again: "A-As for the dowry..." "I'm still not interested in the dowry, Deku. Save it for your sister, or do something else with it.", the Shogun interrupted brusquely, surprising (Y/N) who listened in astonishment. Her dowry was extremely high. She had never thought anyone would let that much money slip away, but Bakugou brushed it aside as if they were talking about some pocket money. Izuku caught himself, clearing his throat before nodding in defeat:"Very well, then, as it is customary from the bride's family, we will at least cover the cost of the wedding ceremony. I'm sure we can get the temple master to organize a mass in short notice when we offer a larger donation.", he murmured as he also reached for his own quill to write down a few sentences in the process. It took some time for Bakugou and her brother to finally agree on all the last minute changes, but in the end they both signed the amended contracts, finalizing the youngest Midoriya's short-term change of fortune.

Finally, Bakugou clicked his tongue as he rolled up his copy of the contract. Rain pattered against the pitch-black window, which successfully warded off the cold of the looming night. Red eyes gazed scrutinizingly in the flickering candlelight over the masses of scrolls and books which rested on the shelves against the walls, while the shogun let his rolled-up document disappear into the inside of his traditional robe.

"We are getting married this Saturday and will leave early the next morning. Use the rest of your time to prepare yourself.", the Shogun spoke as he turned his attention to his fiance. After receiving a sad nod from (Y/N), he slowly rose from his seated position. Izuku did the same to escort his future brother-in-law out of their home, but before Bakugou started to move, the blond man silently bent down once more to place a small box on the tabletop in front of the young girl.

"I would have actually given it to you before I left, but now that you're coming along, you get your second engagement gift now!", the blond shogun grumbled dismissively as he turned his face away with the corners of his mouth pulled down. Astonished, (Y/N) glanced up at Bakugou, before she accepted the gift as she slowly reached for the small box.

When she opened it, she caught sight of an ornately designed fan. The intricate woodwork of the dark handle was set with gleaming auspicious-looking copper-colored gems, while the silken fabric shone in a velvety black. Gulping, the young girl carefully lifted the gift out of its box so that she could open the fan with equal care. On the dark background, forest green and blazing orange lines formed a carefully drawn stylized dragon, which was surrounded by its own brightly burning fire. In its sharp claws it clasped a white flower, protected from the flames that surrounded the majestic beast. The motif seemed almost bizarre to her. As if the monster would want to crush the fragile flower in its paws, while at the same time it almost seemed as if it wanted to guard it. Its sharp eyes flashed dangerously up at her and reminded her in a strange way of the man who had given her this gift. A shiver ran down (Y/N)'s spine, but she tried to pull herself together in front of her fiance. Never in her entire life had she seen anything so fierce looking on such a delicate object. Holding her breath for a short moment, (Y/N) gazed at the precious craftsmanship before looking up again to try to smile gratefully at the Shogun. "It is beautiful, your grace. Thank you!", she breathed truthfully. Bakugou nodded briefly in response before turning away from her. (Y/N) could hear the two men moving away from her as she looked back down at her engagement gift. Her fingers carefully traced the fine lines of the sublime dragon as she took a shaky breath, asking herself if her fiance associated her with the delicate flower just as she had associated him with the mythical creature which gloomily looked up to her.

"Knock, knock!", sounded the gentle voice of Lady Midoriya, who cautiously entered her daughters chambers some time after the shogun had left their estate. Startled, (Y/N) spun around from her position at her small table, but smiled sadly as she caught her mother heading towards her with a tea tray in her arms. Her young daughter had been sitting alone for what felt like an eternity, unable to fall asleep after that dreadful night. "I thought a soothing tea would be just the right thing right now.", she murmured in a put-upon cheerful tone as she carefully set down her favorite tea set.

"Thank you, mother!", murmured (Y/N) as she rose slightly from her kneeling position to reach for the warm pot in trained expert fashion, to pour her mother and herself a soothing cup of warm herbal tea. Silence enveloped them as they both let their gaze drift aimlessly around the room after (Y/N) had leaned back again. Sighing, the older lady ran her fingers through her green hair, untied from it's usually elegant knot, before finally turning to her daughter and smiling lovingly at her. Seeing her grown-up girl dejectedly trying to suppress the quivering of her lips, Lady Inko raised her hand to place it reassuringly on (Y/N)'s shoulder. "Don't worry, my little one! It'll be alright!", she whispered comfortingly as she patted her daughter's arm.

Hoping to take away some of her mother's worries, (Y/N) tried again to put on a small smile, but she failed miserably. Taking a deep shaky breath, the young girl tried to sort out her thoughts, before she dared to speak her mind: "What do you think about the Shogun?", she finally asked uncertainly, reaching for her cup of tea to occupy her fidgeting fingers. Rain pattered against the cool window, which was covered by velvet curtains to block out the darkness of the night. A few candles illuminated the comfortably furnished room in dim light, wrapping it in a soft blanket of warm shades. Humming silently to herself, Lady Inko lifted her gaze toward the ceiling as she pondered over her daughter's question.

"Well... The Shogun is an excellent match.", her mother replied after a moment. "Despite his reputation?", (Y/N) quietly probed further after taking a sip of the warm liquid. Lady Inko nodded after a moment's consideration before looking at her daughter again. "You know, your father and I are old acquaintances of Lord and Lady Bakugou. The young Shogun's father, worked side by side with your father in the Emperor's court. And Lady Bakugou is from the same province as me. I have known Mitsuki since childhood. We lost touch after she moved to the countryside with her husband, but I know that she is a good person just like her husband. They wouldn't be able to raise a cruel man. It's a pity that the two of them can't attend the ceremony, but by the time they would have arrived in the capital, you would have left long ago.", her mother began, smiling bittersweetly. Seeing that she had (Y/N)'s full attention, Lady Inko continued her descriptions with mild amusement:"Probably the shogun got his brusque trait from his mother. You should know that Mitsuki was incredibly fierce even back when we both were still unmarried. I remember that she never minced her words, no matter who was in front of her."

The youngest Midoriya's eyes widened in surprise as she looked at her mother in disbelief:"But it's not looked upon favorably when a woman simply speaks out what she thinks." Giggling, Lady Midoriya nodded in agreement. "You're right, but just because the noble society determines what's proper and what's not, doesn't mean there aren't people out there who think differently. Besides, not every man prefers a silent woman, you know? And hardly anyone shows his true face in public. I think there's more to the Shogun than the cold-blooded warrior everyone thinks he is, and I know you feel the same way."

Thoughtfully, (Y/N) let her mother's words sink in while she fixed her gaze on the liquid contents of her cup. On the moving surface, she could see a distorted vision of her own face, but instead of looking at it, she tried to imagine the man she and her mother were talking about.

In less than a week she would have to leave her entire life behind to follow Bakugou. The thought frightened her, no matter how much she tried to give herself courage throughout, but her mother was right. She truly believed that there was more to the Shogun than what met the eye. He was temperamental and aloof, and yet he had proven that he intended to protect her in spite of it all. He had told her in the gardens that he would not agree to marry a woman who let herself be trampled upon and had encouraged her to speak for herself.

But... Was it perhaps naive of her to interpret more into a person she only met twice?

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kimnjss · 4 years ago

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doitagain!yoongi | a-z

⤑ series: do it again

⤑ genre: smut, rapper!yoongi x model!reader, idol au

⤑ rating: explicit. // nd unedited.

⤑ warnings: smut talk... (mentions of) oral sex (f/m. receiving), penetrative sex, cumplay, masturbation, degradation kink, edging... c

⤑ A/N: im still a wh0r3 for do it again min yoongi and nope , i don’t want to do a thing about ittt , thank you very much xox .

A = Aftercare (what's he like after sex):

Even if you try to act like you're not, Yoongi knows that you're very particular with how you're treated after sex. Especially considering, he was the least bit gentle when fucking you, it was like you needed that reminder that he didn't mean the degrading words you loved to hear him mumble during. It didn't take long for him to recognize that you enjoyed taking a bath right after and in realizing this, he was always hoping out of bed without out a word to draw you one.

B = Body Part (his favorite body part of his and also yours):

Let's be real, Yoongi is not one to beat around the bush when it comes to you. Although, he liked every part of you from the tips of your fingers to the soles of your feet... it was obvious that his favorite part would be your pussy. From the way you taste to the way it squeezed around him, he could spend hours playing with you and not get bored.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum basically...):

You didn't really like the taste of cum that much, would still swallow if he finished in your mouth but preferred not to... Yoongi, knowing this, would always opt to paint your breasts with his cum instead. He also really liked the way your tits glistened with his arousal after.

D = Dirty Secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of his):

No matter how indifferent he acted when you did it, Yoongi really... like really liked when you said 'I love you' during sex. He loved to hear it in general, but while he was buried inside of you, making you whine and squirm... and he hears the breathless words leave your lips, it drives him crazy.

E = Experience (how experienced is he? does he know what he's doing?):

Yoongi is definitely experienced, but only when it comes to you. He knows what you like and how to get you right to the edge. You've been together for so long, so he was able to take the time to get to know your body it was basically second nature at this point.

F = Favorite Position (this goes without saying...):

Your studio visits are at the top of Yoongi's list, especially because they always seemed to end with you on his lap while he worked. It was his favorite to have you bouncing on his cock, while he lazily played with your clit – trying his hardest to keep his focus on the tracks he's supposed to be mixing.

G = Goofy (is he more serious in the moment, or is he humorous, etc.):

Yoongi is not serious, but wouldn't be as far as goofy. He's just comfortable around you and since you two have a few years under your belt – there is a sort of familiarity that comes with it, so the need to be serious or overly cautious takes the door.

H = Hair (how well-groomed is he, does the carpet match the drapes? how does he like you?):

As long as you're not complaining he doesn't care. Can't be bothered to keep up with it and sometimes lets the hair grow out wildly. He always keeps it clean and will be quick to get it trimmed if you were to make the slightest comment about it. As for you, he had no preference. Would compliment your clean shave, because he knew you'd appreciate it but wouldn't care either way.

I = Intimacy (how is he in the moment, romantic aspect...):

No room for romance. Tied in with his difficulty to freely announce his love for you, Yoongi wasn't a real big fan of the mushy romance that most guys displayed for their girlfriends. He did, though, make up for it with sweet things (i.e, always running a bath for you after sex).

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon):

Yoongi hates, absolutely hates, having to jerk off. Thinks its an unnecessary hassle that he'd rather just wait for you to do. The only time he'd be alright about it, if you were in the same room doing it too – with the promise of some one on one time right after.

K = Kink (one ore more of his kinks):

Biting. Spit. Face Sitting. Yoongi was always leaving bites on your neck, chest, collarbones, a nibble hear and there when he was eating you out. He liked the sound of your squeals at the feeling of his teeth sinking in and found the look of a love bite darkening your skin cute.

He likes it sloppy, when you're going down on him... when you're making out. When he's eating you out. It turns you on too, he can tell which has a lot to do with why he likes it so much. The way your eyes darken whenever he's getting ready to spit in your mouth has his cock twitching without a beat.

Just as much as Yoongi liked eating you out, he liked it more when you were sat on his face while he did it. A different feeling when you were grinding your heat down onto his tongue, his arms looped around his thighs. Plus, more often then not, you were falling forward to suck him off in the process.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do):

His studio. Most of his time was spent there anyway, and although, he was trying to get better at balancing his time and being more attentive with you... a lot of your dates were spent in the studio. Yoongi asked you many times if it bothered you and for the most part, you didn't seem upset about it. He never hesitated to take a break, though... taking you on the couch or in his studio chair...

M = Motivation (what turns him on, gets him going):

The sound of your voice. Now, Yoongi wasn't popping boners each time you opened your mouth to speak. But because you were hardly that vocal when it came to fucking, he was always noticing when you were more... expressive than normal. That automatically translates to him doing a good job, which egged him on well.

N = NO (something he wouldn't do, turn offs):

Threesomes. He is not into sharing you and won't even consider it for a second. Whether it was with a girl or a guy, it's a big NO.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.):

Giving. Although, Yoongi didn't mind if you were to suck him off – he didn't really need it as much as he needed to be between your legs. More often than not, he was waking you up with his tongue or stopping work just to have a taste of you... that was enough for him.

P = Pace (is he fast and rough? slow and sensual? Etc.):

Fast and rough unless he's tired... but even still it's hardly ever sensual. You like the way he rag dolls you, so he's never hesitating to let himself loose and do just that.

Q = Quickie (his opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often... etc.):

Quickies are definitely a necessity for the two of you. Because his schedule is so jam packed and you're getting so much more recognition with your modeling, the two of you don't really have that much time to just be any more. Which meant when you see each other is really the only time that you guys have to be together... that didn't leave much time for romance.

R = Risk (is he game to experiment, does he take risks):

Yoongi doesn't really care for taking risks, when it came to your sex life. There would be times where you'd fool around a bit in public... but nothing too serious that it could be considered risky. At the same time, though, he's so whipped for you that if you were suggesting something like that – he couldn't see himself refusing. S = Stamina (how many rounds can he go for, how long does he last...):

Two or three rounds would be his limit, long breaks in between but all in the same night. He can last for a while, since most of the focus was on you while fucking. Yoongi liked to get you off a least twice before he even began worrying about himself. T = Toy (does he own toys? does he use them? on a partner or himself?):

No toys. They're useless in his eyes. If you felt like you needed one, he'd just clear his schedule and do it himself.

U = Unfair (how much does he like to tease?):

Yoongi loves to tease you, but hardly in the bedroom. It's more so during the day when you were just out and about. He'd do little things that he knew would turn you on, or let his hands linger a bit too long, kiss you a little bit sloppier. Knowing that you'd be begging to go home so he can do all those things properly. V = Volume (how loud is he, what sounds does he make?):

Not so loud, but very vocal. Yoongi likes to tell you all the dirty things he has in store for you (always delivering), enjoying your reaction to the crude things he says to you. Praise is a big thing for him, because things often get intense between the two of you – he's always telling you how good you've been. W = Wild Card

In the event the two of you can't see each other for a long time. Either you're traveling for work or he is doing shows out of time... he would call you at night where you two would have FaceTime sex. Most times he'd just watch you get yourself off, but he'd be joining in if he was real turned on.

X = X-Ray (let's see what's going on in those pants, pictures or words):

Long and veiny. A little bit on the thicker side with balls a bit big. They're sensitive too, and he likes it a lot when you include during blowjobs.

Y = Yearning (how high is his sex drive?):

Very high. Everything you do is sexy to him and is down to fuck whenever you wanted. Even if he was exhausted, he'd still muster up all the energy he could to pull at least two rounds before he's falling asleep.

Z = Zzz... (how quickly does he fall asleep afterwards?):

Yoongi tends to fall asleep rather quickly after you've fucked. Especially if he joins you in the bath, he might fall asleep in the tub or the moment you're exiting and laying down together.

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ibijau · 4 years ago

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The Price of Wishes / On AO3

Sitting by the bed once more, Nie Mingjue stares at his brother as if he’s lost his mind. Which he might have. Nie Huaisang, lying in bed, doesn’t know what to think about anything at the moment, but this… this is the one certainty he has.

“A road, really?” Nie Mingjue insists.

“And a small altar somewhere in the Unclean Realm,” Nie Huaisang repeats. “It’s very important. And… and we need to find that god’s name to send them proper prayers.”

He glances at ‘Lan Xichen’ who stands just a little behind Nie Mingjue, smiling peacefully as if none of this concerns him. He probably doesn’t know that he’s not a real person, so he must just think that this is only Nie Huaisang being weird.

“Huaisang, that’s a little excessive,” Nie Mingjue scolds. “I’ll go make an offering to that temple if you want me to, but…”

“I’ll pay for all of it,” Nie Huaisang announces, half panicked at the idea of angering a deity so strong that they created a whole person out of thin air. “I’ll sell my fans, and those silk robes I never wear anyway, and… and we can take it off from my allowance for as many years as needed. I’ll paint a portrait myself for the altar. But it is so important. I can’t explain why, just trust me.”

He winces and regrets the words as soon as they leave him. Trust him? Right after he did something so stupid that could have gotten him killed? Nie Mingjue already didn’t trust him before, but after that…

“Fine, you’re getting an altar if it matters so much,” Nie Mingjue sighs. “I’ll see for the road. Those things cost a lot, Huaisang, and it can’t be a priority. You understand that, right?”

Nie Huaisang meekly nods. He understands for sure. Nobody really says it, but their sect is kind of preparing for the risk of a war with Qishan Wen. They have to spend money on things more important than Nie Huaisang’s whims.

“I’m sure that deity will understand that you are doing your best to thank them for their help,” Lan Xichen intervenes, his voice deep and calm, exactly the sort Nie Huaisang likes. It isn’t even a detail that made it on his list, that god is just that great, apparently. “It is to your honour that you are trying to keep your promise.”

Nie Huaisang smiles weakly, and hopes that having Lan Xichen’s approval is a sign that the deity themself is also satisfied with his efforts, at least for the time being. He can’t do more than that anyway, not right then, because the healer joins them with a foul smelling potion that quickly knocks Nie Huaisang out for the rest of the day and the night that follow.

His sleep is not a quiet one, plagued by nightmares of his father, of Wen Ruhoan, of an angry statue without a face that demands the price of a lover Nie Huaisang never even really asked for.

When morning comes, Nie Huaisang is up much earlier than usual, almost with the sun in fact. In spite of his dreams, he feels perfectly rested and full of energy in a way he never is at sunrise. It's fine though, there's a busy day ahead. Nie Huaisang is determined to find out more about his god, and to start working on paying his debt. For this he'll need to spend some time in the library, and maybe send some letters to neighbouring sects and monasteries if he can't find information on his own.

First, though, he needs breakfast. He's a growing boy after all, and he hasn't had anything since that broth yesterday.

After dressing up hastily, Nie Huaisang starts making his way toward the kitchens. As he crosses the courtyard toward those, he spots an unfamiliar silhouette walking around. A young man in white who smiles at him and comes closer.

It'll take a while to get used to Lan Xichen.

"Nie gongzi, good morning. Are you feeling better today?"

His voice is really so, so nice, it's awful.

"I'm quite well, thank you. I was on my way to grab something to eat, do you want to come with me?"

It's a stupid thing to ask. Nie Huaisang doesn't want company, least of all that of this boy who shouldn't exist, but a year in Gusu has left him plagued with crippling politeness and a fear of offending anyone wearing white. Even from this far, he can't shake off the fear that Lan Qiren will hear about any misdemeanour and punish him for it.

"I would be glad to do so," Lan Xichen replies. "People here really sleep in late, don't they?"

"By Gusu Lan standards, for sure," Nie Huaisang says as he starts walking again, the other boy following him. "But everyone will be up soon. Are you going to spend the day with Da-ge?"

From what Nie Huaisang understood yesterday, Lan Xichen is supposed to be friends with Nie Mingjue. It was on the list, after all. As for how close he is supposed to be to Nie Huaisang… it doesn't seem like there's anything official happening between them, or Nie Mingjue would surely have said something when his brother 'forgot' that Lan Xichen exists. Still, maybe the god has decided to give them a secret romance, so Nie Huaisang needs to be very careful until he figures out where they stand.

"Your brother said he would be busy," Lan Xichen says. "My presence was unplanned after all. Maybe Nie er-gongzi will agree to let me keep him company instead?" he adds with a warm smile that Nie Huaisang can't bear to look at. "After your fever, and the way you fainted, it might be better if you were not left alone."

Whose fault was it if Nie Huaisang fainted? And he so doesn't want to spend more time together, but it's hard to refuse anything to someone who smiles at him like that and makes it sound like he might be disappointed if his request were denied.

"It probably won't be much fun," Nie Huaisang warns. "I'm just going to check our library for… Ah, but maybe you'll be able to help. I really want to find whose temple it was, in the mountains."

"Nie gongzi is very determined it seems," Lan Xichen notes.

Determined is just a nice way to say stubborn, which Nie Huaisang has been accused of in the past, though he still thinks he's not nearly as bad as his brother. But Lan Xichen says it like it's a good thing, and that's... nice.

"Debts must be paid," Nie Huaisang grumbles as they enter the kitchens. It's early for sect disciples, but the servants are already hard at work, so they'll have to be nice and stay out of the way. "Lan gongzi, do you want to eat something as well?"

Lan Xichen eagerly nods, glancing all around as if he's never seen food before. It's… cute, for lack of a better word, but it also worries Nie Huaisang. He's pretty sure that if the truth gets discovered he'll be in a ton of trouble, so lan Xichen really needs to learn to act as if he wasn't born yesterday. Only, how to tell him that? If Lan Xichen himself isn't aware of it, he'll think Nie Huaisang is crazy, or maybe he'll get upset over the fact that he isn't a real person.

It’s a problem for later. Nie Huaisang manages to steal two bowls of congee and a pair of buns (earning a slap on the shoulder from the laughing cook who threatens to tell his brother, as always) and quickly goes back outside so Lan Xichen and him can find a quiet spot to eat.

Lan Xichen seems particularly delighted with the food, as if it’s the best thing he’s ever had. It certainly is a lot better than what they have in the Cloud Recesses, as Nie Huaisang can’t help bragging about. Food is just nicer when it actually tastes of something besides bitter and watery. Nie Huaisang could have dealt with the absence of meat, but the lack of taste is something he just can’t handle at all.

“Nie gongzi is very outspoken on this matter,” Lan Xichen notes with a small smile.

The tone is nothing more than teasing, but Nie Huaisang quickly shuts down. He’s been told before that he complains too much, and it’s against the rules of Gusu Lan. Everything is against the rules of Gusu Lan. In fact, Nie Huaisang is starting to feel bad for even talking during this improvised meal, and can't help glancing over his shoulder, fearing to be scolded by someone. He finishes eating quickly and silently, imitated in this by Lan Xichen.

After their bowls have been dropped back to the kitchen, they two boys head to the library. It's not the most impressive room in the Unclean Realm, but it's still a fairly decent library, Nie Huaisang thinks. There's all the normal classical texts of course, a whole bunch of cultivation nonsense he won't get close to if he can help it, but also some essays and notes on the history of Qinghe and its region. At some point in the past, one sect leader decided that he felt ashamed for being descended from a butcher and ordered his more scholarly disciple to research the issue and find out if maybe his ancestor wasn't secretly someone a little more glorious, linked to local nobility. He was apparently very disappointed to find it wasn't so, but at least now Qinghe Nie has some surprisingly serious historical texts in its collection.

Nie Huaisang has read most of them in fits of boredom. He knows some of them mention powerful local family building temples and making offering to gods in times of crisis or celebration, so hopefully he'll find something about his god as well. Without losing a moment, he starts perusing the shelves.

"So what are we looking for?" Lan Xichen asks, glancing around at the books.

"Histories of Qinghe, or something on local beliefs, or… Anything, really. It was a big temple, and the statue was huge. It's got to be an important god. They felt… powerful. Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if it were one of the really big ones. I bet the temple has just been abandoned because it's hard to get there."

Lan Xichen smiles at that statement, though there's something a little sad in his expression.

"Gods rise and fall," he points out. "Perhaps the one you encountered is among the latter, and you won't find anyone who remembers them."

Nie Huaisang shrugs, and grabs the first book he can spot that looks even mildly relevant, quickly browsing through it.

"I think you're wrong," he says. "I think they must be very powerful. They have to be. They listened to my stupid prayer and answered it so well and so quick! Isn't that the mark of a powerful deity? And even if they're not, I've got to try. I've got to make them good offerings, so I must find who they are and what they like."

"Congee and buns apparently," Lan Xichen murmurs, but Nie Huaisang is too taken by his book to hear him.

Morning passes quickly, and brings them nothing. In all honesty Nie Huaisang isn't entirely surprised, but still had to try, and it's better than training in the sun with everyone else. He even appreciates that Lan Xichen is trying to help, though he does catch him looking at the books with puzzlement a few times. Of course if Lan Xichen was created with memories of Gusu Lan's great library, this one must seem very pitiful to him.

Around lunch time, Nie Mingjue joins them in the library and starts scolding Nie Huaisang for yet again leaving his bed without permission.

"But Xichen-ge was there with me," Nie Huaisang shamelessly points out, batting his eyes innocently. "And you trust him, right?"

"Of course I do," Nie Mingjue retorts without hesitation. "The servants told me you were with him, or else I'd have dragged you back to bed already."

Nie Huaisang laughs, and makes a note that he can probably use Lan Xichen when dealing with his brother. It's not what he intended when he asked for a husband who would get along with Nie Mingjue, but if Nie Mingjue gets soft with someone, it might as well profit his brother.

As they exit the library and walk away to have lunch, Lan Xichen hesitantly turns to Nie Mingjue, looking almost shy now.

“Mingjue-xiong, about that matter I mentioned yesterday…”

Nie Mingjue nods. “The woman was found where you said, and given the money. One of the disciples is from that village and he’s asked his parents to keep an eye out for her so we can help again if needed. She’s almost destitute and doesn’t have any family left. Apparently she’s got a reputation for being a little mad and impossibly lucky. I guess her crossing your path confirms it.”

Lan Xichen smiles. He rarely ever does anything else of course, but Nie Huaisang gets the feeling that it’s a lot more genuine this time, as if it really matters to him that this old woman gets treated well. It’s… sort of sweet, if Nie Huaisang is honest. But of course, kindness was on his list, so he shouldn’t be surprised.

“Who’s that woman?” Nie Huaisang can’t help asking, surprised that this newly created man already knows other people in the area.

At this question, a spot of red appears on Lan Xichen’s cheeks, as if he’s been caught doing something bad. Nie Huaisang’s heart speeds up a little, which is ridiculous and annoying. Maybe he shouldn’t have demanded for his future husband to be so handsome, since he clearly can’t handle that.

“While running that errand for my uncle, I became a little lost,” Lan Xichen confesses. “This old woman helped me get back on the right path, and she even insisted on giving me something to eat, though it was clear she doesn’t have much. I was in too much of a hurry to repay her then, but I thought your brother might be able to do something for her. I’m glad I was right.”

There’s something wrong about that story, because Lan Xichen definitely can’t have been running errands and getting lost due to not even existing a few days ago. But the joy and relief on his face over knowing that this woman will be taken care of seem real, so Nie Huaisang decides not to question it for the time being. If that god in the mountain decided to give their creation some fake memories to make everything feel more real, it’s for the best.

It’ll make it less likely for others to realise something isn’t quite right.

#xisang #nie huaisang #lan xichen #mo dao zu shi #the untamed #xisang wishes au #jau writes #people had been worried for lxc's believer so I hope this comforts you! he cares about her a lot and wouldn't just abandon her #also nhs doesn't know how to deal with very handsome people

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teriwrites · 4 years ago

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2020 Writing Wrap-Up

Something that I do every year on the 1st is go back through absolutely everything I’ve written throughout the previous year and compile it into one massive word document. Everything from outlining notes to unfinished short stories to my NaNo project wind up in that file, where I like to read back and reflect on what I’ve gotten done through the year.

Every year, I end up having written more than I expected, and this year was no different!

Total for 2020: 203,119!

This is the first recorded year (I think it’s year 4 that I’ve done this for?) in which I’ve cracked 200K! It’s also the first year I’ve ever actually followed through on my resolution to share some of my writing online! So as rough as 2020 has been, I still somehow managed to break some personal records in writing. Which probably has everything to do with the fact that I joined this community earlier this year, and it’s been incredibly encouraging and supportive!

I also branched out a bit more this year in a few ways. I worked on some poetry and prose, which is not something I’ve put a lot of time into before so tends to be a challenge. It’s nothing that I’ll be posting anytime soon, but it was fun to work on in the moment, which is especially important in such a wild year as 2020.

One snag that I definitely hit was the fact that I have a lot more unfinished work than most years. A majority of the short stories I started working on never got finished. But I can’t even be too upset about that, because I totally loved being able to read back on even the fragmented pieces I ended up with. And while I do think a large part of that (for me) is discipline over inspiration, I’m willing to accept that, sometimes, things will remain unfinished. And it’s okay to stop working on them.

My overall focus shifted a bit this year, too, which was interesting. I worked more on longer things than most years - started out the year by finishing my first draft of Castle on the Hill, continued making some edits and reworking its outline, did a large part of Beneath Alder Creek’s first draft in November. Right now, I’m working on what I expect to be a novella by the time I’m done with it. It’s a big contrast to the usual, short and snappy short stories that fill most of my previous wrap-up files. But I still definitely write those sometimes, and it’s nice to be able to try stretching and testing my own boundaries.

This is the part of my wrap-up where I go ham throwing in some of my favorite out-of-context quotes from a variety of different things I’ve worked on. Some of them might be familiar, a lot probably won’t. I’m going to post it beneath the thing so this doesn’t become even more absurdly long!

Some of the ~highlights~ of 2020:

First Thoughts in the Morning: wow the sexual tension between me and the alarm clock right now. Later Reflection: wtf? (a literal note on my notes app that I included because I Cannot remember writing any of this and it made me laugh)

Edriele’s gaze trailed down to the woman’s armor, and her stomach twisted. “Where did you find your attire?” The woman glanced down in surprise, as though she’d forgotten she was wearing it. “It was fitted to me when I gained my ranking. I suppose it draws attention, but after my confrontation at… you mean to ask me whether I’m impersonating a Knight!” “The thought had crossed my mind,” the Sister replied dryly. (novella WIP)

“Do you need to make a stop at your house before we head to the chapel?” Leslie asked as they started off. “What for?” Winnie asked. Leslie looked pointedly at the tip of her galoshes poking out from beneath her dress. With another roll of her eyes, Winnie sighed. “Oh, I suppose so.” (Beneath Alder Creek)

When the third meeting for the Society of the Hidden Immortal Tribe was called for the decade, I knew heads would roll. Gathering the entire society together took months. Everything had to be hush-hush; that was the entire point of spreading ourselves out. Plus, every time a letter arrived in the mail, it was a reminder of the idiot who had decided we needed a name change. Everybody agreed that being deemed the ‘S.H.I.T.’ was humiliating, but nobody could agree on a better title, so it had remained the same for nearly a full century. That was the problem with living forever. You always had more time to make decisions, and, in the end, nothing ever got done. (S.H.I.T.)

When she leaves, I’m not sure I remember a word of what she’s said. But as the stresses of the semester wash back in, and my mind clears like being pulled out of a dream, I suddenly understand how one could crash upon the rocks without realizing they’d ever changed their course. (A Modern Siren)

When Georg arrived later, he found Klaus leaning forwards onto the table, staring vacuously at one of his textbooks. "Studying hard?" he taunted as he approached and dropped into the seat Ingrid had been occupying. "I talked with Ingrid," Klaus explained. Georg's eyebrows shot up in genuine surprise, but he quickly recovered and looked pointedly at Klaus' posture. "Go that well, then?" "She said I'm arrogant and completely self-involved and that I never take what a girl says into account whenever I'm on a date." With a haunted gleam in his eye, Klaus stared up at his friend. "I think she's right." "Well then it's a good thing somebody pointed it out," Georg offered, and he turned to his work. (Castle on the Hill)

Takemoto Hana rested a hand over her face. She couldn’t see the swirling of darkness over her head, but she heard the whine behind its words. With a wry smile, she asked, ‘Do you not know how to brew tea?’ ‘Of course I know how to brew tea!’ The dark spirit’s voice boomed with a defensive defiance that rang false in the funny little woman’s ears. (The Funny Little Woman)

“None of us want to be here right now,” Edgar called out to the hall. “None of us want to go back through the handbook and listen to the steps of proper etiquette in immortality. But it seems that, once again, it’s necessary.” “Dammit, Dave,” muttered the man next to me. I said nothing, but I couldn’t help but agree with the sentiment. Dave was… how do I describe Dave? To call him an idiot would be underestimating his craftiness. To call him a genius, I’d have to ignore all of his dumb antics. Cruel was too strong. Misguided was too innocent. Mischievous fit best, but even that fell short. Dave was a trickster god, if ever one existed. (S.H.I.T.)

Ridiculous, he told me with a self-conscious laugh of someone who didn't expect to be believed. I smiled, but I didn't join in. (The Little Roads)

“Hey, where did Alina go?” Lorelai asked. Zoe shrugged, but Jaiden cleared his throat. “I think you crossed one of her boundaries, Lo. She specifically asked not to involve her girlfriend in this, and then you did anyways. I know we needed the help, but friendships have to be built on mutual trust, my dude. You should’ve at least let her know your plan before you went behind her back.” The two women stopped and shared a look. “Hey, Jaiden,” Zoe asked. “Do you know the capital of Canada?” He shook his head. “I dunno, Ontario?” “Amazing.” (Mirror, Mirror)

"We had a bet going over whether you'd make it in time," Hans told him. "Did you win or lose?" Josef replied. Hans flipped a 5-Deutsche Mark coin over to Peter, who grinned as he pocketed it. "I'm glad you have so much faith in me." Josef's voice dripped with sarcasm. (Castle on the Hill)

Taliesin reached over his head and grabbed at one of the low-hanging bows, picking leaves from it. “I’m not sure.” Winnie stopped. “What do you mean?” “I mean that I don’t know.” (Beneath Alder Creek)

While she attended to these, the man beside her began to stir. Ella could see him out of the corner of her eye, attempting to push himself up into a sitting position. ‘You may want to lie back down,’ she told him, scrubbing uselessly at her skirt. The man continued to sit up anyways, pressing a hand against the side of his face. ‘Am I killed?’ ‘No, but your savior may be.’ Ella threw her skirt back to the ground. ‘When the Madame sees the state of me, I’ll be spending my future afternoons off making a new dress out of the fabric scraps.’ A frown crossed the man’s face as he considered her words, followed by a scowl of understanding. ‘You work for them. The bourgeoisie.’ (Cinderella)

Ingrid took the seat and began digging through her bag for a book. As she did so, she explained, "There were no other tables open in the building - even in the quiet section upstairs - so I figured that I would just ask the first person I recognized if I could sit with them, and well... here we are." "Don't worry about it," Georg answered when Klaus found himself dumbstruck again. "Just ignore the oaf, he'll leave you alone." Ingrid shot a grin at Georg, and Klaus suddenly wondered whether it was a good idea to have the two of them sit together. (Castle on the Hill)

Up ahead, I could see the glass walls of the bus stop. Usually, I waited for the bus leaning against the metal frame of the stop, leaving the seats inside open for children on their way to school. But the seats were empty now. I still avoided them. (Flo’s Magical Emporium: The Pandemic)

Now, I ask that you do not feel too much self-pity. For as easy an error as it may be to mistake a visiting aristocrat’s son for the hired help, the true talent in such a display causing his immediate departure lies within you alone. And to think that the meeting was the work of your father’s tenuous sway over the court! Well, I am sure the time away will do him some good, lest you begin to consider that you’ve ruined his position as well as your prospects. (Dearly Detested,)

Edgar was at the front of the lecture hall, and standing beside him was Dave, smirking as though at some private joke that only he was in on. He was wearing sunglasses, despite the dim lighting of the room, probably because he thought he looked cool. I rolled my eyes. What a tool. (S.H.I.T.)

The work is different now. Countryside pathways winding through the forest lie forgotten for years without the familiar steps of a traveler. Off beaten paths in the city are never unknown for long, and sometimes streets that were once crossed by thousands a day fall back into obscurity. (The Little Roads)

“How much time will you give me to think on it?” she asked suspiciously, wrapping her arms around herself as though afraid they’d reach out to him if not kept in check. “You have all the time in the world,” the golden man said. “The boy’s, however, runs out with every passing second.” He extended his hand. (Beneath Alder Creek)

You ever met a rich person? Not comfortably wealthy. Not ‘my Uncle Kenny is a lawyer’ rich. Not even ‘widow answering the door to her manor on a hill dressed in fine silk’ rich. No, I mean proper, so-much-money-you-literally-can’t-spend-it-fast-enough rich. They say it isn’t worth Bill Gates’ time to pick up a $100 bill off the floor because he’ll have earned more in the time it takes to grab it. That kind of rich. They seem to be bred for times like these. Their houses are a source of endless entertainment – movie theaters, bowling alleys, personal gyms with a view of the sprawling landscape they overlook like cruel dictators. There’s no need for them to leave during a pandemic; they have access to the equivalent of a luxury resort most families have to save up month to visit. Necessities can be stockpiled in one of the useless extra spaces in the house. I mean, I once had to hide out in a luggage room for a contract. That’s right. An entire room dedicated to holding luggage, bigger than some of the apartments I’ve rented. I thought their residential labyrinths were my greatest source of grief. But social distancing? I’m one bad contract away from retirement. (Bounty Hunter During a Pandemic)

Shaking his head, Detlef pulled a new sheet from his notebook. “Look, I’m just saying, if we can get the satire right, we can be a modern Jonathan Swift.” “I don’t want to be a modern Jonathan Swift, I want to be a student actually passing his debate course!” Peter snapped. (Castle on the Hill)

Moonlight illuminated the German’s fair hair and pale skin, the effect more malevolent apparition than man. (Face on the Other Side of a Dark Window)

Back then, he’d been known for commissioning the exact same portrait of himself every hundred years, hanging them in a hallway in his manor and trying to pass them off as his line of ancestors to any of the locals. It had been a far less skeptical age, and Dave had earned himself a small band of worshipers before Jeff Goldblum himself had been forced to intervene. (S.H.I.T.)

Clara stood before the board of advisors assisting with her thesis. She was one, very intense paper away from her M.A., and she wasn’t about to risk it all by being too proud to ask for help. When she’d made the appointment to meet with them, she expected a series of questions surrounding her topic. Instead, they’d opened by offering her a job. “You want me to steal from the school?” Dr. Pye wrinkled her nose at the suggestion. Next to her, Dr. Pritchard said, “Don’t think of it as theft, dear. It’s merely redistribution.” Clara hadn’t amassed tens of thousands of dollars in debt to be lectured on the definition of robbery. “Either way, it involves me sneaking into the Chemistry department and taking a huge risk to get you some new toys to play with.” (Origins: The Ghost)

“Why is undermining Pryderi so important to Queen Ceridwen that she would risk breaking a timeless alliance just to dismantle them?” Her stomach twisted into a knot, protesting against the answer. “There are few members of the Dusk Court that we know by title.” A shadow passed over Enid’s expression. “The Lord of the Undernell is second only to the Queen.” “Great deeds build the reputation of one in their own court. Cruelty builds it in both.” Taliesin buckled under Winnie’s weight as she suddenly leaned against him. (Beneath Alder Creek)

“Why are all my friends so quick to endanger themselves?” I muttered as I packed up Midas’ crate. Natalie swiveled around from the candy aisle. “So you’re finally willing to admit that we’re friends?” “Save it.” (Flo’s Magical Emporium: The Pandemic)

#writeblr #writing #my writing #writers of tumblr #teriwrites #writing wrap-up 2020 #my wips #I forgot just how much I missed my boys from CotH until I was reading through it #wow I would die for those funky little dudes #also feel free to ask about anything for some extra context since I've never talked about half of these projects #anyways that's all folks

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deans-baby-momma · 4 years ago

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Mommy’s (Not So) Good Girl-19

Standing stock still and rigid, I watch as Dean makes his way through the crowd toward me, a smile on his face.

DEAN'S POV

I smile as I approach Abby and I can see the confusion and questioning in her eyes. She is wondering what I am doing.

I pull her into a hug and she tenses.

“Shhh,” I hum. “Just go with it baby.”

I feel her relax and her arms wrap around my waist. I smile as I kiss her on the top of her head.

“Happy New Year Abs,” I mutter into her scalp. “I promise you’ll get your kiss later.”

Abby’s arms tighten around me for a second and then she pulls back and looks up at me.

“Thanks Da-” she almost slips out the nickname that only she is allowed to call me but quickly catches her mistake. “-Dean.”

I give her one more quick squeeze and then release her, heading back over to where I had left Lisa.

“What was that?” Lisa inquires as soon as I make it back to her side.

“Nothing,” I lie. “I just didn’t want her to feel left out. Her date never showed.”

“You are so sweet Dean Winchester,” Lisa purrs up at me and I give her a half-smile, keeping my eyes on Abby as she carries on as if nothing had occurred. Good girl.

This party had been Lisa's idea. And now that Abby had told me that her mother was expecting a proposal for Christmas, I understood why she volunteered.

Lisa had planned to show off; to flaunt our engagement. From the stories I've been told, usually from Stan while on the construction site, Lisa's front door once was ever-revolving with men coming and going all hours of the day and night.

And she thought I was going to propose so she could boast and brag to her married friends.

Proposing to Lisa had never even crossed my mind. I had come to her after I lost Sam because I had made a promise to him to go somewhere that made me happy.

At the time, I never realized that Cicero would be where I’d end up; that Lisa is who I’d turn to. We’d had that one weekend almost 10 years ago and I remembered feeling content with her, comfortable even.

She had had a little girl but that hadn’t bothered me then and I had decided it wasn’t going to bother me when I chose to come to Indiana.

Boy, how wrong I had been! Who knew that by coming here, I’d be in the predicament I’m in? Living with Lisa and fucking her daughter. Enjoying fucking Abby, even.

How in the hell did I go from hunting monsters with my brother to living with two women, both of whom I am sleeping with?

At one time during the evening, I thought I was going to have to make a scene when I watched, from the kitchen, an altercation between Abby and another of the neighborhood boys; I think his name is Brad. He and his girlfriend, I guess...the girl he showed up with anyway, were outside on the back patio when Abby walked out there.

Whatever the boy had said to Abby had made me consider going out there and interfering but Abigail set him straight quickly. He had shrunk back to the corner with the other girl and Abby had marched inside, her face hard. I was proud of her for standing her ground and putting that punk in his place. I just wondered what he had said to her to piss her off.

Not long after the new year rings in, people begin to leave. Lisa and I see each one to the door and I have to fight the urge to throw a dirty look Brad’s way as he and his friend leave with his parents.

As soon as the last of the party guests are gone, I jump into helping Lisa and Abby clean the mess up. Cups of half drunken beverages and empty cups are scattered on surfaces throughout the house.

In the kitchen Abby is fighting with getting the overflowing trash bag out of the can and I have to chuckle at her struggle.

“Here, let me get that,” I tell her as I approach.

She sighs and relinquishes her hold on the plastic and I swiftly pull the bag out of its prison.

“You make that look so easy,” she laughs as she begins loading the bag even more.

Once the house is trash-free, the three of us trudge upstairs to our rooms. Abby bids her mom and I goodnight in the hallway before walking in and closing the door.

I follow Lisa to our room and close the door. Lisa goes into the closet to change into some pajamas while I start to take my clothes off. As I’m pulling my shirt over my head, I realize that this would be a good time to get Abby alone, to give her the kiss I promised her. It’s not too far past midnight, right?

“Hey Lis,” I say as I approach the closet door. “I gotta run to the bathroom.”

“Okay,” she answers. “Hurry back.”

I make my way out of the bedroom, closing the door behind me. It’s now or never. I only have a few minutes to do what I want to do.

I approach Abby’s bedroom door and lightly knock, hoping she hasn’t gone to sleep yet but also praying if she has I don’t wake her up. Maybe this is just silly and nonsensical.

The door opens and Abby looks surprised that it’s me. I take in what she is wearing and I internally groan. The shirt she has on is old and worn, the picture depicting a teddy bear with a football helmet on and a jersey with a giant P in the middle; I realized it’s a college tee. The material is almost threadbare and thin, the neck has been cut into a V probably more for comfort than style.

Her legs poke out of a pair of tiny sleep shorts and as she turns to head back to her bed, I have to close my eyes to control myself because those shorts make her ass look great. I watch her crawl back into her bed and put her legs under the covers, ultimately hiding them from my view. It’s probably a good thing.

I walk over the threshold of her room and shut the door, not bothering to lock it because I’m only going to be in here for a few minutes anyway and we can’t really do anything, as much as I would like to; especially after seeing her in her sleep clothes.

I walk to the foot of the bed and sit on the edge, making sure I am not going to crush her feet.

“You want to tell me what happened on the back porch earlier?”

“Huh?” she answers, looking at me strangely. “What are you talking about?”

“Your friend Brad,” I prompt her and I can see when she realizes what I’m referencing.

“He so isn’t my friend,” she says vehemently. “He just said some things that weren’t true. But I set him straight.”

“I saw,” I tell her as I chuckle. “The boy never looked your way the rest of the night. What was he saying?”

Abby slumps down in the chair she’s sitting in and I begin to think she isn’t going to tell me and then I barely hear the words she mutters, her voice low and faint.

“Called me his girl. Then asked if ‘Daddy’ actually existed.”

At that moment, I want to march down to Mr Smart-ass Brad’s house and pummel him. But I knew I couldn’t. I couldn’t oust us like that, and really I am just her Mom’s boyfriend so why would I be getting that upset about her daughter being dissed?

Sure I can be upset about it but not to the point of wanting to punch the kid, right?

“Why don’t you come over here so Daddy can give you a proper New Year’s kiss?” I ask, hoping to change the subject.

“But-” she says, looking over toward the door to her room..

“Just a kiss, I promise.” I tell her.

She smiles and slides down the mattress toward me. I watch and wish that I could feel her body underneath mine, that I could bury myself inside her but it is too risky, too dangerous. We could easily get caught by Ben, his friend Noah or even Lisa!

Abby definitely isn't the quiet type when we are having sex. If we would be caught, I’d be out on my ass.

As soon as Abby is within reach, I grab her face and pull her lips to mine. She still tastes of whatever fruity concoction she drank downstairs. The flavor, mixed with the essence that is just Abby, makes it so hard to pull away.

I lick across her bottom lip and she grants me access by parting them and letting me in. What began as just a kiss quickly turned into more as my hands dropped, my palms curling to clutch her breasts.

Abby moans into my mouth and I swallow the noise. I pull away and look her in the eyes.

I open my mouth to tell her how I feel but am interrupted when a knock sounds.

"Abby? Can I come in?" I hear Lisa's voice and I look at the girl in front of me, the one I had just been kissing and feeling up.

'Oh shit!' I think to myself as I scramble off the bed and Abby crawls back under the comforter.

END DEAN’S POV

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bollywood-and-phoenix-feather · 5 years ago

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manic hours opened yesterday and @just-another-trans-twink and I went on a 24-hour zukka lockdown. this was the result!

essentially: more sokka and azula content is absolutely necessary in this fandom, so here are five times sokka and azula collaborated for the better, and one time it was definitely for the worse

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1. the gaang threatens murder

Sokka hadn’t felt this anxious in nearly six years – since the end of the war. Well, not counting the numerous attempts on his boyfriend’s life; those set him on edge for weeks afterwards. Today was different, though. It wasn’t just he and Zuko and the guards who were unusually tense and hyper-alert. The whole palace felt like it was holding its breath, terse silence stifling in the late summer air.

Sokka checked his timepiece. Thirty minutes until Azula arrived to move into the palace, hopefully (or unfortunately?) for good.

Zuko had been back in contact with his sister for years now. He’d been to visit her in the hospital many times, and she’d even visited the palace occasionally. The fact that she and Zuko could now hold a conversation without setting each other on fire was testament to how she’d changed. Even the doctors said she was better, more stable.

But Sokka still didn’t trust her - couldn’t trust her, after everything she’d done to Katara, Suki, his dad, Zuko… they were his family, and he had to be ready to protect them. Sokka wasn’t the only one that felt that way. Zuko might have started to trust her again, but everyone else was skeptical.

Katara was pissed; Sokka didn’t need Toph’s seismic sense to know that. She, Aang, Toph, Suki, and a few other Kyoshi warriors had arrived a few days ago for extra security. Zuko had stubbornly maintained that it was unnecessary, but he’d finally conceded it was probably a good idea after Sokka had asked them to come anyway.

Zuko, in his earnest quest to be a good brother, wanted to give Azula a proper welcome to the palace, with a small celebratory dinner with their closest friends - which were Zuko’s closest friends, since Azula didn’t really have those anymore. Ty Lee and Mai declined to come, and he was pretty sure everyone else had only agreed to come to provide moral support and physical protection for Zuko. Sokka was just hoping a fight wouldn’t break out.

Dinner was, well. Tense.

Katara did little but pick at her food and glare icy daggers at Azula, who pretended not to notice, acting coolly unperturbed by the tension around her. Suki looked relaxed, but Sokka knew better. Her fans sat on either side of her plate, ready for a fight, and she never quite shifted her weight to the back of her seat. Toph might have been the only one actually having a good time, irreverently picking her nails and drinking more sake than a person her size should have been able to.

Aang was desperately trying to ease the mood, chattering on far too cheerfully about new trade routes between the Earth Kingdom and Southern Water Tribe, while Zuko passively nodded along, glancing over at his sister occasionally like he wanted to talk to her.

“... so then, shipments will move primarily between Akahime, Kyoshi Island, and the Southern Water Tribe, like they did when I was a kid! Or was a kid for the first time, I guess! Huh. Anyway! This is gonna be great because it’s a relatively short and easy trade route but the quality of goods -”

“Aang,” Sokka snapped, physically unable to listen any longer. “I love you like a brother, but that does mean that if I have to listen to you recite the trade proposal that I helped write for any longer, I will shave your eyebrows off while you sleep. And Katara -” Sokka whirled on her - “I know you’re upset, but can you please return my water to a liquid state? And everyone else’s, for that matter? Otherwise someone’s gonna have to deal with a hungover Toph tomorrow, and it sure as hell isn’t gonna be me!”

Sokka glared at his sister across the table. Her face was stony, her eyes slightly narrowed. Was this going to end well for Sokka? No. Did that mean he was going to back down? Absolutely not.

“Fine,” Katara muttered through gritted teeth. With a twitch of her fingers, the ice filling everyone’s cups of water melted back to liquid - all except Sokka’s.

“Real fucking mature, Katara - ” he began, and then she flicked her fingers out towards him, melting the water in his cup and sending it right at his face.

“You little shit!” Sokka shrieked in what he was sure was a very, very manly tone. As he rose to confront his sister, Zuko and Suki turned to exchange a fond look, both of them struggling to hide their laughter. Sokka took a breath, feigning sincerity. “You know what? I take it back. You’re ALL a bunch of assholes.” He yanked the tablecloth towards him, sending food and drink flying, before attempting to make a hasty escape.

Chaos erupted. Katara bent the water off herself and onto Zuko, apparently declaring him guilty by association. Toph began shooting grape-oranges at people with alarming precision, while Suki deflected them just as easily. Sokka didn’t get more than a few steps away from the table before his feet were earthbent into the floor.

“You’re not going anywhere, Snoozles!” Toph bellowed, now pelting him with various fruits. He tried to dodge without falling on his face, and was only saved by Zuko grabbing both his arms to keep him balanced. Sokka looked up to see Zuko with a wide grin on his face, and Sokka, hopelessly-in-love bisexual that he was, had barely started his usual inner monologue about how beautiful Zuko’s smile was when Zuko leaned in to smear egg custard on his face.

Just as Sokka opened his mouth to voice his betrayal, another shrill scream split the room: “Are you fucking kidding me?!” Everyone turned to see Azula standing in the corner of the room, irate, steaming the water off her shirt and picking a few stray noodles out of her hair. “I lost to you?! You?”

Tense silence returned, dragging on as everyone tried to anticipate Azula’s next move.

Toph, who had remained unscathed by using the metal plates as shields, and who was somehow still sipping from a full, intact glass of sake, broke the silence. “Yep,” she said, popping the “p”.

Azula stared at Toph for a few moments before sitting down, a look of resignation on her face. Hm. That was new. So was the “Whatever,” Sokka thought he heard her mutter under her breath.

Slowly, everyone returned to the table to pick at what was left of their food and exchange uneasy glances with one another.

Aang cleared his throat. “Did anyone try the chicken? I thought the chicken was lovely.”

“I’m going to bed. Are you coming?” Zuko’s hands rested lightly on Sokka’s shoulders, and Sokka sleepily tipped his head back, away from the scroll he was reading, for a kiss. Zuko smirked, a few strands of hair that had escaped his topknot softly framing his face, and obliged.

“I’ll be there soon, okay? I just have a couple more things to take care of,” Sokka murmured in response. As usual, they were up late working in their study. (Technically, it was Zuko’s study, but Sokka almost always worked in here and was steadily covering any available flat surface with his scrolls, reference books, and blueprints. Not that Zuko was complaining.)

Zuko hummed, “Okay, love you,” against Sokka’s lips, before striding out of the room. Sokka waited until his footsteps had faded down the hall before rising, hoping he remembered the way to Azula’s room. He really didn’t want to ask for directions.

A few minutes and wrong turns later, he found Azula. She yanked open her door before he had really finished knocking, snapping an acidic “What?” in his face.

Sokka shouldered his way inside, closing the door behind him and choosing to ignore the fact that she could fry him like a pig-chicken in an instant if she decided it was worth it. He couldn’t think about that right now; he had to do this.

“Listen,” he growled, not bothering to hide the years of hurt and anger behind his voice. “I don’t know if you’re actually better or if this is part of some elaborate scheme of yours, and you know what? Right now, I don’t really care. You’ve hurt too many of the people I love. But you have Zuko convinced, and I guess -” His voice cracked, and he took a breath, trying not to wince visibly. “I guess that’s all that matters right now. He cares about you. A lot. So if you hurt him again, know this: consequences be damned, ending you will be my sole mission. Understand?”

Azula, level and unflinching, arms crossed over her chest, held his gaze for a long moment before huffing and breaking eye contact to inspect her nails. “Bold of you to assume I can be killed, Water Tribe.”

Sokka could only continue to stare, gritting his teeth to prevent his mouth from drifting open in astonishment. The fuck kind of response was that? What did that even mean?

Apparently satisfied with her nails, she turned her face back up to look at Sokka, a new, hard glint in her eyes. “Don’t worry about me. The threat is mutual. Guards!” A royal guard stepped through the door, standing at attention. “Please escort Ambassador Sokka out. I need my beauty sleep.”

And before Sokka could even begin to form a response, the door was closing behind him, and his feet were guiding him to Zuko’s chambers.

2. the gaang goes crafting

Sokka placed two thumbs on his temples, rubbing vigorously before giving up his headache for a lost cause with a sigh. This was the second Four-Nation (well, three-nation plus Aang) diplomatic council meeting he had attended, and as both the Southern Water Tribe representative and a young man who had seen far too much over the past few years, he was deeply frustrated.

When he'd been younger, he'd sat through enough war meetings to know how they usually went: chaos and argument, with Hakoda listening carefully before picking out the bits and pieces that mattered. It was a lot like hunting: waiting and watching for the correct moment to strike. Sokka had learned long ago how to listen, and listen well.

Unfortunately, it seemed like he might be the only one. The Earth Kingdom generals had not taken kindly to being placed in a small room with their Fire Nation counterparts, and every word out of their mouths demonstrated all too clearly that the war, for them, was not yet over. Zuko's position was still precarious - twice-banished and once-crowned - and so he could only do so much. The Earth King's travels had clearly done him some good, but the bar for improvement was unbelievably low. And Sokka did not yet have his dad's ability to command the room.

So this wasn't, at all, like hunting. It might actually be more like the moment after the hunting was over, when the offal was thrown to the polar bear dogs and they went wild, howling and yelling and stomping down the snow.

"I know that face," came a snide voice to his left.

Sokka jumped and drew his sword, mostly on instinct. Azula met his eyes over its point, and then pushed it away, lazily. Sokka let her.

"You're thinking," she said. "If you were my brother, I would say it was a rare feat. But you're not him, are you?"

Like everything Azula said, this question was a test, or a game, or both. Sokka rolled his eyes and chose not to play. "What do you want?"

"I want what you want," said Azula. "And I can help you get it."

Spirits. Even when she was trying to help you, she sounded like she was planning world domination. "Tell me how to get General Wu to shut up for more than five minutes, and then we can talk."

Azula examined her nails. They were much shorter, now, than they had been at the start of the war, so the effect was less like a predator picking its claws, and more girlish; it made her look her age, for once. Sokka wasn't sure if Azula knew, and if not, he certainly wasn't going to tell her.

"General Wu's daughter is studying at the Royal Fire Nation Academy, in her third summer. That means she's currently memorizing the fifty-eight rhetorical principles, and she's probably been practicing them so much that he can recite them by rote. If you bring up the one about the value of being concise - "

"He will finish it, embarrass himself, and then keep quiet for at least the next five minutes so that I can shut down his stupid air-balloon outreach plan." Sokka blinked, surprised at the words coming out of his own mouth. "Did I just agree with you?"

"Of course you did," said Azula, smiling. Her palm was sparking a little, in the way it did before she said something about collective power for utter domination, etc., so Sokka took the opportunity to head her off early.

"Come back to the library with me," he said. "We still have nine generals to go."

Azula looked at him. Sokka looked right back. He had the upper hand here, and he knew it - Azula must have been bored out of her mind after months nothing interesting to do but watch the path of the odd frog-fly. As far as Sokka knew, she wasn't even allowed out of this wing of the palace unattended, let alone permitted to read anything more recent than her great-grandfather’s time.

"Fine," said Azula, finally, feigning boredom. Sokka smiled.

Zuko stared. "What is this?"

"What does it look like?" said two voices at once. Sokka and Azula looked at each other in brief, honest shock, before turning back to him as one. Zuko swallowed nervously and resisted the urge to draw his swords.

"Um. It looks like the librarian is gonna be mad at you for defacing the general's royal portraits," said Zuko.

"What did I tell you?" said Azula, scornful. "I knew he wouldn't understand."

"We just have to give him a minute," said Sokka, patiently. Zuko stared. We? he mouthed.

"Oh, well, let him be," said Azula. "Zuzu - " she began, sweetly, and Zuko didn't even flinch this time - "you take all the time you need. If you have questions, we will be in my chambers."

"In your chambers," agreed Zuko, haplessly. "Why?"

"We're finishing the border agreement," Sokka threw over his shoulder. Azula was already halfway down the hall.

"The border agreement. The one that - they've been working on that for months! What do you mean you're finishing it?"

"Oh, you know, teamwork and whatever. It wasn't that hard." Sokka grinned brightly at Zuko, giving him a large thumbs up, and then skipped after Azula.

3. the gaang does science

As much as Zuko was unnerved by the...alliance? working relationship? collaboration? between Sokka and Azula, he had to admit that they were making great progress. They had resolved the border agreement, a messy affair Zuko was sure would take the rest of the year and possibly also Aang’s moderation to conclude, in less than a week.

That had been months ago, and since, they had gotten everything from education reform bills to reparations proposals approved by the council and various world leaders. Sometimes Zuko wondered who was really running the country right now. He didn’t mind, though. It was fun to watch the dusty old men on his advisory council squirm in meetings when Azula sat in the corner, staring them down and taking meticulous notes.

Plus, he got more sleep this way.

Zuko rose and stretched after signing off the Power Duo’s latest proposal for terracing the mountainside of a nearby village to grow rice. Dismissing his constant internal struggle over whether their partnership should make him thankful or fearful for his safety, he went to find Sokka. He got more time to eat in places that weren’t his study now, too. He’d thought a surprise picnic by the turtleduck pond might be nice; it’d been so long since he and Sokka had been able to go on an actual date.

He’d already asked for a blanket and a basket of food to be sent over to the pond, so all he had to do was find Sokka, who…wasn’t in his office. Zuko frowned; he must be outside.

Zuko headed towards the courtyard behind the building instead, lost in thought about their last date - Sokka had talked him into seeing The Ember Island Players’ most recent atrocity, which had lived up to Zuko’s rock-bottom expectations, but they’d gone swimming afterwards, and then -

Zuko’s train of thought (and the accompanying flush in his cheeks) was cut off abruptly by the truly alarming sight greeting him in the courtyard.

Azula was elaborately strapped and tied to Sokka’s back like a baby hog monkey, her arms falling in front of his shoulders to tighten a couple last straps. Both were wearing large, ridiculous, leather-framed goggles that fit snugly around their eyes. As Azula worked with the straps, Sokka unfurled two triangular pieces of cloth that bore suspicious similarity to the wings of Aang’s glider. The bottom part of the cloth appeared to be attached to his boots, the top edge to his arms.

Before Zuko could even say, What the fuck, Sokka? , Sokka grinned over his shoulder at Azula and said with far too much vigor, “Ready?”

Azula, clearly still focused on the straps, snapped, “I’m always ready. Are you sure this will work?”

“No, but there’s only one way to find out! That’s science! Sokka-POW!” And with that, Azula lit a massive flame under her feet, sending them both flying above the roof of the palace. Immediately, despite Sokka’s best efforts with the cloth flaps, they careened wildly out of control before plummeting directly into the roof of the residential hall on the opposite side of the courtyard.

As he sprinted towards them, calling for his guards to send a healer, he could think only two thoughts: (1) spirits, please let them be okay, and (2) if they’re not dead, I’m going to kill them.

Crashing through the door of the building, he found Sokka and Azula on the (very charred) floor, a few small fires surrounding them, which he snuffed out with a wave of his hand. The two were still mostly strapped together, Sokka rolling around on the floor in an attempt to dislodge Azula, while she tried to undo the straps at Sokka’s front with mixed success.

Zuko unsheathed one of the daggers at his waist and willed himself not to breathe fire as he launched into a tirade that bald-ponytail, sixteen-year-old Zuko would have been proud of. “What the fuck were you two thinking! Are you stupid? Don’t answer that, smartass,” He glared pointedly at Sokka while he sliced his way through their bindings. “What would I have done if something happened to either of you? There’d be a fucking diplomatic crisis, I’d have a dead ambassador and a dead sister and a very, very angry Southern Water Tribe -”

“In my defense,” Sokka muttered hoarsely, head lolling back onto the floor, “my dad would definitely believe you if you told him that I did something like this.”

“Do you even hear yourself?” He sheathed his dagger and whirled on his sister. “Azula,” he pleaded, “why?”

She shrugged, and offered only, “Science.” A smirk spread over her face, splitting streaks of soot. “Maybe if you’d let me read a book published in the last two hundred years, then I’d know it was a bad idea.”

Zuko’s imminent death threat was cut off by Sokka’s chuckling from the floor. “Nice one, ‘Zula. Up top.” He raised his hand weakly for Azula to give him a high five.

I can’t believe I’m in love with this concussed idiot, Zuko thought (not for the first time). Healers rushed in to save the two from Zuko’s remaining wrath. “I’m telling Katara,” Zuko muttered.

“Nooooo, babyyy, please don’t tell Katara, she’ll -”

“I’m telling Katara, mostly because you deserve to be yelled at by someone else, but also because she and Aang get here in a week, and I don’t know how else I’m going to explain why it looks like a comet crashed into the palace. And, you know what? Royal decree - you two are not allowed to hang out unsupervised any more.”

Azula glared at him - less her old I’m-going-to-mount-your-head-on-the-palace-gates glare and more the usual your-existence-tires-me glare that he saw pass between Sokka and Katara so often. That was better, though, and Zuko decided that he would take it. Sokka just pouted, jutting out his bottom lip and batting his eyelashes. Zuko found this look cuter than he should, and Sokka knew it.

Zuko steeled his resolve. “I’m telling Katara, and I’m not going to stop giving you shit about this until we’re approximately eighty, okay? But you can read whatever you want in the library. Happy?”

The Power Duo cheered, and Zuko couldn’t hold back a soft smile.

4. the gaang hoards the brain cells

Maybe it was a lifetime of being the oldest sibling and also the responsible sibling, or maybe it was just because he had grown up around Katara, but despite all appearances to the contrary (see: the as-yet unrepaired roof of the residential hall) Sokka was actually a great influence on Azula.

Part of this was definitely due to the fact that Azula, like, listened to him. Sokka wasn't sure that he'd ever been around someone who did what he said without question. Zuko supported him, but in a boyfriend kind of way; sometimes Sokka would jump in with a plan fully formed, and then Zuko would make him explain it back and work out the kinks; other times - and especially in fights - by the time Sokka had come up with a workable plan, Zuko was already in the middle of it, flaming-feet first, and Sokka had to improvise (brilliantly, but desperately) to keep up.

Katara, conversely, never actually listened to him. She just did what she wanted. If what she wanted happened to line up with Sokka's exact plan, she would never admit it. It was her right, really, as a younger sibling; Sokka knew this, and he loved her.

But Azula understood his plans almost before he said them out loud - most of the time because she was thinking the same thing. And somehow, out of everyone - she respected him the most; sometimes Sokka felt like she was trying to earn his approval, like she knew that if Sokka trusted her, so would Katara, and even Zuko. If she was a sail, Sokka was just a rudder, steering her: they didn't have to be pointing the same direction, but their boat would never crash.

Sokka frowned, trying to imagine himself as a boat. Would his wolf-tail be the rudder? Or would his whole body just be triangle-shaped?

It didn't matter. (It did. He would figure it out later.) Right now, he needed to talk to her about some of the villages at the southern border; heavy rains had induced mudslides, wiping out shrines and causing the spirits to run amok. Sokka thought that maybe, this village might be a kind of Heroism Starter Pack for Azula, that they could - what was that noise?

Sokka looked down. The castle floor should not be splashing his feet, and yet it was; he was standing in a giant puddle. He looked up, suddenly focused; there was a trail of muddy water making its way down the hall.

Sokka followed it. The water grew muddier and deeper as he went, and Sokka despaired for whoever would have to clean it up. Finally, he caught up to the source: his very bedraggled sister, and his equally soaked boyfriend, trudging toward the baths.

"Um," said Sokka. "What's happening, here?"

Katara turned around. "Well, someone had to do it." Her hands were on her hips, her nose upturned.

"Yeah," agreed Zuko, smiling. "We took care of it. It was fun."

Don't get him wrong - Sokka was all for Zuko's little smiles, and Zuko having fun, but - "Take care of what? What did you do?"

Zuko and Katara scowled, eerily identical. "What we did," Katara said, edging from 'self-satisfied' to 'fiercely righteous', "was settle the spirits and save the villagers, since obviously the Earth kingdom civil forces don't have the bending knowledge to do it yet!"

"Yeah, like I said," said Zuko. He was frowning like a kicked puppy, which was unfair to Sokka specifically. "We took care of it."

"Oh," said Sokka, relaxing. "That's great! So you guys talked to the villagers?"

"Um," said Zuko. "About what?"

"...the mudslides. And, like, preventing them? The tiered rock formations?"

Zuko stared at him, a little furrow forming between his eyebrows which meant he was totally lost. Katara avoided his gaze, shifting from foot to foot.

"Katara," said Sokka, using his absolute best big brother voice, "remember my designs? Which I told you about last week?"

"Look, Sokka," said Katara, gently. Sokka frowned and crossed his arms; Katara had not been able to fool him with that voice since she was about ten years old, and she knew it. "We solved the problem. The spirits are settled and everything is okay now! Your designs were great, but we just...didn't need them?"

Sokka stared her down; Katara stared back.

"If you're going to -" "Well, what exactly was your - " they began, at the same time, and Zuko sighed; before they could really get into it, a rush of heat interrupted them, shrinking the puddles on the floor to sad little piles of dirt, and blowing Katara's hair dramatically into her face. Sokka stifled a laugh.

"I think the real question is, what did you actually do?" Azula asked, appearing from the shadows. She was holding Zuko's Blue Spirit mask, which was dripping with mud.

"Dramatic entrance high-five," said Sokka, because she deserved it, and because she was going to be on his side. Azula obliged, and then raised an eyebrow to Katara and Zuko, who reminded Sokka a bit of blow-dried cat-herons.

"We're not dumb," said Katara, smoothing down her robes. "We entered the village in disguise, and then cleared the mud and repaired the shrines. The spirits calmed down pretty quickly after everything was fixed."

"Right," said Azula. "Until the next time it rains. You know, what might have worked better would be to educate the villagers about flood barriers, or perhaps even offer them assistance in moving their shrines."

She sounded about as scornful and sarcastic as usual, but Sokka knew better; her ideas were legitimate and compassionate. He was so proud. Their murder baby was all grown up and trying to save people.

Katara did not pick up on the fact that Sokka was swelling like a pig-chicken about to crow. "You don't know that - "

"What we do know," interrupted Sokka bossily, "is that at some point it's going to rain again, and then the villagers are going to sit and pray to the Blue Spirit and the Painted Lady instead of building these custom-designed flood barriers on the mountain."

Zuko shuffled his feet. "I didn't really think about that."

"Zuko, I love you," said Sokka. "but in my humble opinion? No, you did not."

"I don't agree," began Katara, but Azula cut her off. "I do. I feel the same way Sokka does."

Zuko stared at her, like he was desperately trying not to ask: about what? But Azula was biting her lip and kind of looked like she was about to break into hives, so Sokka let her have this one.

"Here," he said, thrusting his plans into Katara's arms. "I support the fact that you guys got to do your dramatic spirit thing, but now please go back and give them my plans."

Azula brought two fingers up to her nose, showily. "And do take a bath, please. I doubt the villagers will appreciate your particular stench.”

5. the gaang plans a proposal

“...and that’s why you can’t trust General Yin, but you can use him to gain influence with Ambassador Xi and her supporters,” Azula finished, emphatically pointing at a few points on the elaborate web of papers tacked up on the wall of Sokka’s quarters. It’s not like he’s slept in there in years, anyway.

Zuko’s bed is much nicer. Because it has Zuko in it.

Sokka jotted down a few notes from Azula’s monologue, absentmindedly passing her their (stolen) bowl of noodles. He dropped his pen and rubbed his eyes. On to more important work. “So,” he said. “I’m proposing to Zuko. Wanna help?”

Azula met his eyes and stared him down. Sokka waggled his eyebrows, smile as big as his face.

“You’re serious,” she realized.

“Of course I am! It’s the biggest tactical challenge of the century, because Zuko is the most suspicious guy we know and he absolutely cannot suspect.” Sokka tossed her a scroll. It was long - and detailed. “What do you say?”

“With my help, this will be the best proposal ever made. Together, you and I are unbeatable!”

“Cool beans,” said Sokka. “Plan over breakfast tomorrow?”

Zuko stared at Katara. Katara stared at Zuko.

“Okay, so. I love your brother.”

“Obviously.”

Zuko shifted in his seat; his tea was untouched. “No, I mean. I really love your brother. He’s - the love of my life.”

Katara narrowly resisted the urge to say: if you love him so much, why don’t you marry him? Then, abruptly, she got the point.

“Are you asking for my blessing?”

“No,” said Zuko, and in response to Katara’s murderous glare, backtracked immediately. “Yes? I mean. I already asked Chief Hakoda.”

“Oh,” said Katara. Then, more gently, and possibly because she was worried Zuko might pass out, she asked, “What do you need my help with?”

“Planning,” he said, letting out a breath. “I want to propose and do it right, but Sokka’s the plan guy. Everyone knows that. And I thought, that since you know him, you could - “ He cuts himself off. “Forget it. It was a dumb idea anyway.”

Katara wills him to meet her eyes, because she is completely certain that they are actually sparkling. “Zuko,” she says, hand to her heart. “I would be honored.”

“Hello, Sokka of the Southern Water Tribe. Your boyfriend, Zuko, here. Well, you probably know me because of...all the time we spend together. You know, dates and other things. Like meetings - “

Sokka’s hand was suddenly on his forehead. “Zuko, babe, are you feeling all right?”

In short succession, Sokka examined his eyes, ears, and tongue, and took his pulse (ripping his robes open to do so). Zuko flushed, which just seemed to make Sokka more concerned.

“Sokka!” he growled. “I’m fine. Everything is fine. And also normal. Fine and normal.”

“Of course!” said Sokka, laughing a little maniacally. Maybe he was spending too much time with Azula. “Fine and normal. Why wouldn’t it be?” He laughed again.

“Uh, guys,” said Toph. “Are you two okay?”

Zuko blinked, and came back to himself. In front of him were ten to fifteen very important diplomats, and all of his best friends. He was in public, at dinner. And his robes were ripped wide open.

Sokka was suddenly jerked back in his chair, presumably by Azula. His eye twitched. “Nothing to see here, Toph! Look! I’ve finished my dinner!”

Toph frowned. “You haven’t, and I can tell when you’re lying.”

“Fine, I’m not hungry!” Sokka declared. “What are you, a cop?” His eye twitched again. “I have to go now, for unrelated reasons. To, uh, review some paperwork. Bye!”

He was gone so fast Zuko was pretty sure he left a little dust cloud behind. Toph looked nonplussed. “But,” she said, “I am a cop.”

Katara reached over to help Zuko straighten his robes, giving him a sympathetic look. He felt Suki’s glare from across the room. When he and Sokka had started dating she’d threatened to - quote - remove his entire spine from his body by way of his mouth if Zuko broke Sokka’s heart, and with the way Zuko was acting right now…he couldn’t blame her for being suspicious.

Katara followed his gaze. “Hey, Zuko,” she said, brightly. “Didn’t you have that - thing?”

“What thing?” said Zuko. Oh, god. He had forgotten something, hadn’t he? He -

Katara pinched his arm, hard. “You know. That thing. That you had to do in your chambers?”

He couldn’t lose face any more than he already had. “Of course, Katara,” he said. “I will go now to do that thing.” Zuko stood up and retreated with dignity, praying that whatever it was, he would remember when he got there.

The table was quiet in their absence. The diplomats - who seemed to be inured to this sort of thing - soon began chatting peacefully, or placating Aang, who had helpfully pulled out his usual marble trick.

Azula watched Katara steadily over the table; Katara refused to meet her eye. “What,” Katara said, finally. “Is there something on my face?”

Azula leaned forward, bangs shadowing her face. “Tell me everything you know.”

“About what?”

“You know what!” Azula snapped. “Is my brother planning to propose?”

Katara shifted in her seat. “Unlike you,” she began, haughtily, “I know when to retreat. So, fine. I will tell you some of the things I know.”

“Where,” Azula demanded, “and when?”

“Princess, Sparky,” Toph said, irritated. “Don’t you get it? It doesn’t matter whether you know, because those two dumbasses haven’t figured it out!”

This brought the table to a halt. Even Aang stopped his marble, because it was true: Sokka and Zuko might together be the force that had liberated Boiling Rock, but when it came to each other? That famed intellect went sailing out the window.

Katara deflated, laying her head on the table. “We’ve got our work cut out for us, don’t we?”

Azula reached out and, wonder of wonders, patted her arm with something close to sympathy. “Might as well get started.”

Zuko paced his chambers restlessly. What had he forgotten? Oh god, was it something related to the proposal? His hands flew to a fold in his robes, finding the necklace he’d engraved for Sokka - a smooth, deep blue leather band with a perfect moonstone pendant, which Zuko had engraved with a dragon and a wolf, nested together in a loving embrace. He sighed in relief.

Spirits, Zuko was so in love with him. He was desperately trying not to fuck up this proposal, but it seemed he was fucking up the not fucking up and -

He needed to take a walk and clear his head. He could almost hear his uncle sagely murmuring, “You rarely find answers in a crowded mind, Nephew.” Or something like that. Zuko made his way from his and Sokka’s room to the turtleduck pond. It seemed he was usually able to find answers there; it reminded him of his mom.

Approaching the pond, he saw a familiar figure sitting at the base of the cherry tree, already starting to bloom. Sokka seemed lost in thought, staring down at something in his lap, but jerked to attention once he heard the rustle of Zuko’s boots against the grass.

Zuko sat down next to his partner, nerves momentarily overshadowed by the sweet, peaceful movement of wind through the branches of the cherry tree and his abundant love for the man sitting next to him. Zuko reached up to brush a stray blossom from Sokka’s wolf tail, cradled his face to run a thumb over his cheekbone. “Hi,” Zuko murmured, gently pressing their foreheads together. “I’m sorry.”

Sokka pulled back slightly, face contorted in confusion. “For what? I’m the one that should be apologizing. Zuko, I -”

“Apologize? For what? I’m the one who acted like an absolute ass. Ugh, spirits, ‘Zuko here,’ what was I thinking,” He dropped Sokka’s gaze, his hands drifting towards his lap, getting painfully frustrated once again. “And then I just - I couldn’t - fuck!” Zuko was interrupted by Sokka’s hands grabbing his hips and pulling him onto Sokka’s lap, and by Sokka’s lips meeting his.

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Sokka murmured in between tender kisses, and his lips were soft and warm and everything Zuko wanted right now and for the rest of his life, and if he had to keep this a secret anymore, Zuko thought he might literally die.

Zuko pulled away, just enough to look Sokka in the eyes. “Marry me,” Zuko breathed. “Please, Sokka. I love you so much, and I don’t know where I’d be without you, and I - I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” Zuko only realized he was crying when Sokka ran his thumb under Zuko’s good eye, brushing away tears while Zuko fumbled in his robe for the necklace.

At the sight of the necklace, tears began to spill from Sokka’s eyes, too. “Zuko… it’s beautiful, I - yes. Zuko, yes.” Zuko released a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding, and they were kissing again, and then all of a sudden, they weren’t, because Sokka, the absolute fucker, was laughing uncontrollably.

Zuko immediately began imagining worst-case scenarios. What if he didn’t mean it? What if the past five years with him have been some extremely elaborate prank, and -

Sokka, noticing his now-fiance’s abrupt silence, attempted to quash his laughter and held Zuko’s hands - still clutching the engagement necklace - in his own. “Zuko, love, hey, look at me. I’m not laughing at you. I’m laughing because, well…” He pulled a small pouch from one of his pockets and opened it to reveal two delicately engraved golden bracelets, traditional Fire Nation engagement gifts. One held the image of a dragon; the other, a beautiful motif of waves crashing against a shore. They glinted warmly in the moonlight alongside the pendant of the engagement necklace. “I’m laughing because I had the same idea, I guess. I love you so much, and I want a life with you. Will you help me put this on?”

Zuko first let Sokka slide the bracelets over each of his wrists, then lifted his hands, shaking slightly, but steadied by Sokka’s warm touch, to clasp the necklace behind his neck. The tension bled out of Zuko, and he melted into Sokka, pushing him to the ground and kissing him senseless, from his mouth to the stone now resting at the base of his throat.

Sokka started laughing again, and Zuko joined in, overjoyed at the beauty and the absurdity of it all, at how lucky and in love he was.

6. the gaang commits arson

Librarian Hirai had been working at the royal palace since before Firelord Zuko had been crowned, going on forty years, now. His vast experience hadn’t prepared him for everything, certainly; the time with five Kyoshi warriors and a badgermole had been unprecedented, and he wasn’t sure he was going to lift the ban on platypus-bears in the palace anytime soon.

Hirai’s experience, however, had prepared him for this: the Fire Nation’s most formidable duo, Ambassador Sokka and Her Highness Azula, together, with access to children.

Hirai did not know the children’s names. He classified them solely on their capacity to irritate him; the only name he knew was that of the youngest, Tenzin, because the sweet child had never caused him any trouble. Naturally, Tenzin was to be found nowhere near this unholy gathering: instead, Hirai saw the bouncy one (liable to cause things to fall over), the Princess (insolent, with her fathers shamelessly wrapped around her finger), and the Teenager (arms always crossed, eyes forever rolling).

Her Highness Azula’s hand was alight with blue fire. To the courtyard and everyone within earshot, she was saying: “If you want to burn it, just go ahead. Everything important, your uncle or I have memorized.”

Hirai stopped listening, in an effort to avoid a coronary and possibly death. There was a protocol. Everything would be fine.

He moved methodically, double checking fire suppressant stations and tightening the seal on the vacuum chambers holding the oldest scrolls. He closed every entrance except the main one, and he stood guard outside of it.

This was not a long process; their royal Highnesses were still gathered like a storm cloud in the courtyard. A particularly loud storm cloud. Hirai had weathered storms before.

The ground rumbled, slightly. Republic City Chief of Police, Toph Beifong, emerged from it, and dusted herself off.

“You know,” she said conversationally, “arson is illegal. I can have you arrested for that.”

Hirai relaxed, infinitesimally. Beifong was known to be tough and fair; perhaps, after so many years, the spirits had thought to grant him an ally.

“So,” said Toph, rubbing her palms together. “Today, I’m going to teach you how not to get caught.”

It was interesting: Hirai had never before actually lent weight to the expression that one’s life could flash before their eyes. In that moment, swaying slightly where he stood, he was forced to concede that there might have been some truth to it after all.

He turned around, very calmly, and made his way to his desk. He groped vaguely for some parchment and ink, and in precise lettering dictated his resignation from the palace staff, effective immediately.

Somewhere out in the courtyard, their Highnesses’ Uncle Sokka and Aunt Azula high-fived.

#fic #my fic #zukka #atla

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noctuascion · 5 years ago

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whispers minecraft bed part 2 minecraft bed part 2 minecraft bed part 2 minecraft bed part 2 minecraft bed part 2 mine cra-

The epic saga of the Minecraft bed. Mm yes I shall continue this work of art in the name of Crypto's cat!

Elliott didn't play video games too often. Some didn't interest him as much, and others he liked to play in small capacities (unless it's Animal Crossing; Park had to physically pull the console out of his hand to get him to stop when the game was decimating his sleep schedule). He occasionally played multiplayer games with his boyfriend, but he wasn't quite as good, so he was normally Park's honorary cheerleader or support.

That didn't mean Elliott didn't enjoy them, though, especially the calmer, more relaxing titles. His partner was also rather fond of the titles without high-action gameplay: simple music and graphics alongside mechanics that didn't require much thought. They preferred to play those ones just together, no annoying daredevils third-wheeling their good time in whatever team-based game they were playing.

For the moment, the two were once again in Minecraft, finishing up the large home they had been working on for awhile. It would've been done ages ago, but Park insisted he get to decorate it as well, and decorate he did. Still, Elliott didn't mind. The little log cabin they had stationed just a little while away was enough to keep their supplies in and let them rest when needed.

However, it was becoming nighttime, and Park was still up in the house, finishing up the chandelier (kid really liked getting creative in this game) with the glowstone he got ages ago and refused to use until now.

"Baaaabe," Elliott drawled, repeatedly opening and closing the door to their cabin; it was an obnoxious time-killer, one he hoped would annoy his boyfriend into returning to their cabin, "it's dark out. Monsters are gonna come and blow our shit up if you don't get in here and sleep."

"One second," Park responded without any real intention of stopping in a second. He was almost finished…

Elliott decided to move his character outside, looking around for any monsters that may spawn. Empty, like he was hoping. "You can literally finish it in the morning. It'll take, like, two seconds."

"No."

"Stubborn ass."

"You like this stubborn ass."

"Mm. I do, but that's my line, sugar." Elliott grabbed one of the Nessie plushes on Park's bed and launched it at the other, who immediately looked up from his screen, offended. "Now get your sweet ass in bed. If I get blown up by a Creeper, I swear—"

"We have lights outside," Park remedied, picking up the Nessie and placing it on his desk. "I don't think they'll spawn."

"Okay, Mr. 'Spiders won't attack you so long as you don't attack them.'"

"It was nighttime. They become hostile."

"You're full of shit."

"Am I?"

"Probably. Anyway, come in—AH!"

Park heard an explosion from Elliott's laptop, followed briefly by "Elliott was blown up by Creeper." Laughter broke out of him before he could stop it, a hand coming up to try and stifle it, but, for once, his laugh was loud and carefree, feeding off the misery currently shrouding Elliott.

The trickster respawned, staring dejectedly at the screen, before glaring at his laughing boyfriend. He went outside of their cabin (it was fortunate he was a little away from it, otherwise the Creeper would've taken half of the cabin alongside him), grabbed his items, went back inside, and began breaking his bed. They had just returned them to where they once stood, but he was unhappy with recent events and has decided that this calls for proper punishment.

"N-No, no, wait…!" Park gasped out, still trying to stifle his laughter to no avail. "I'm—I'm sorry…! P-Put your bed back—"

"You deserve this! The universe needs to be balanced."

"E-Elli—Elli, please!" Park pushed himself off of his chair, maneuvering around the objects in his room, before making his way over to his bed, where Elliott sat pouting, sitting down on the edge and gently placing his hand on his knee. "I'm not laughing at you—"

"Yes you are! Liar! Deceiver! I can never trust you again. It's been shattered, broken—frag—fr—fragmented by this betrayal in Minecraft!"

Just when the hacker's laughter calmed down, it started back up, and Elliott, although enamored by the beautiful sound, was too upset to sit down and admire it. All he desired was revenge, and he knew exactly how to get that.

Placing his laptop on Park's pillow, he reached out and grabbed the shaking hacker's hips. He was promptly shoved into the cushioning of his mattress, Elliott moving to sit atop his waist, before strong hands moved to gather up Park's to pin them to the bed. He only required one hand to keep both against the bed, having both a superior muscle mass and the other's continued laughing fit making it difficult for him to do just about anything, so one hand was free to snake down his left side, under his shirt, and dig into the sensitive skin there.

In a lot of areas, Park was surprisingly sensitive. However, after a lot of research, Elliott found out that his sides were especially so, and the knowledge was exploited without shame. It made Park laugh without the usual repression, trying to hide away that breathtaking grin and hide the cute little snort he did whenever he laughed without restraint. Honestly, it wasn't fair that he hid it so much, but whenever he got to see it was reward enough.

He could feel Park's legs kicking, trying to break free, muscles tensing and hands attempting to detach Elliott's hand from his own. His body was attempting to bend away from the offending hand at his side, but he had nowhere left to run, nowhere to hide. He could only lay back and let the mirth take over, laugh out his apologies and ask for forgiveness.

And he was damn lucky he was so cute, otherwise he would've continued on for another two minutes.

He showed mercy by lifting his hand from the other's side, listening to the laughter slowly die out. Elliott's own visage donned a smile of its own, Park huffing out breaths to catch his own, only for the trickster to lean down and press a kiss to his lips, leaning back just a bit to place his forehead against the other's.

"You're a little shit, you know that?" he said, nothing but affection dripping from his voice.

"I'm aware."

"That's all right, though. You're still cute."

"Am I? I thought my cat was cute."

"She's, like, the cutest, but you're also cute. You're like if bunnies knew martial arts."

"… A weird comparison, but thanks, I guess."

"No problem."

"… Can you get off of me?"

Elliott dropped the rest of his weight on the other, head now buried under Park's chin. He heard Park grunt and groan, likely having his little chicken bones crushed.

"No."

"You're like a grown dog that thinks it's a puppy."

"Can't hear you. Falling asleep."

"I hate you."

"Babe, you can tell me how much you love me later. I'm sleepy."

"I need to finish our mansion, moron."

"Later. Sit like this forever."

Park's eyes rolled, but his hands, now released, eventually found themselves running through Elliott's hair, playing with the curls and indulging in the silky sensation against his synthetic skin.

"You're insatiable sometimes."

"But you like indulging me, so it works out."

"… It does, I guess…"

#dammit i made it cute #oh well #i hope it was fun to read at least jfjsjw #thank you for the ask!!!#apex legends #crypto #tae joon park #mirage #elliott witt #cryptage #lenardo does a write #so concludes the epic minecraft bed saga #or maybe not?

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dromexa · 4 years ago

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so i started a fight with one of the racist people i work with today

long story short, there are some romani travellers in the area who were using the building car park for whatever reason about a week ago. they were asked to leave and then today they have apparently broken into the car park (i’m not sure how exactly one breaks into an open air car park but, yknow, thats another debate) and the site manager sent an email to everyone who is based from that building (despite there being less than 100 of the normal 400 people who are actually still working there and not from home, no idea why they sent it to everyone tbh) telling us that they had broken in, the police had been called, etc etc.

so, because a majority of my (very small) department are working from home, we all communicate via a team chat since we can’t actually yknow, see each other anymore. at this point its late in the day, about 5.30 and theres only 5 of us online at this point which includes 2 managers and this one woman (we’ll call her [tiff] since she’s always in one)

for context on this vile woman, when i first started working there, just over 3 years ago, i was deep in the throes of depression. i actually didn’t even get diagnosed until about a month or two after i’d started there even though i’d been seeing a doctor about it for about 6 months (which is a whole other thing). and this woman bullied me incessantly. she constantly made remarks about me, and even on occasion my family, to me and others, made complaints about me for completely unnecessary reasons, a whole plethora of stuff that i honestly cannot be bothered to get into. she made me cry many times, both at work and when i had gone home. when i finally got on medication and started having monthly meetings with my manager i told her about [tiff] bullying me, and she got straight on that shit and it has tapered off since then. of course she still makes the occasional remark or insult, but i don’t take notice of her anymore as i’ve gained bounds more confidence in myself and my ability to do my job. every remark that she makes against me is unwarranted, always an over the top reaction to something i have said. i have never instigated an argument with her. her dislike of me is extremely clear to me and everyone else on the team. it is not a point of contention; in fact it is a hotly discussed topic amongst us whenever she decides to throw any barbs my way. and this is just the shit she does to me. i am not the only person in the team she acts like this towards. it is not an uncommon occurrance. to put it simply, this woman is a bully.

and so, after receiving the email about how the romani travellers from last week have broken into the car park at work, [tiff] puts in the chat “I see the t*nkers are back at it again.”

now, i have been ill for about three days (hopefully its not the Rona but i doubt it since i never go outside anyway) but since i’m working from home i’ve been suffering through it cause my job isn’t actually too hard at the moment. i am exhausted, cranky, upset that i haven’t been able to really eat anything for the last three days and completely done with the day emotionally, mentally, and physically, and particularly with this woman.

so, i replied.

“no need to be racist [tiff].”

as soon as i sent the message, i felt the storm brewing. i know that racist people do not like to be called racist, because of ignorance of ‘propriety; or whatever the fuck it is, they don’t like it even though its true. i know that [tiff] has an explosive temper, so i’m just waiting for the shit storm she is no doubt furiously typing as fast as she can. and then i get the message

“shut your mouth, its short for itinerant which is an IRISH word”

now, at the time, i admit, i had no idea what that word meant. i had to swiftly google it. it means traveling from place to place, which i guess is an apt description of the romani people as this is something that they do indeed do. however, that isn’t the word she said. in fact, ANY WORD that isn’t ‘roma/romani’ or ‘traveller’ is considered offensive to them (and honestly i’m not so sure on if traveller is considered as offensive to them). so what she said was still racist, and all i can really gather from her response is that she’s trying to use her own culture of being an irish descendent to defend her racism? which makes... no fucking sense? you can’t justify discrimination against a certain group or culture by saying ‘oh its okay, i’m allowed to discriminate against another group/culture because I’M from a discrimanted group/culture’. in regards to the word itself, i’d say its similar to calling someone of japanese descent a j*p. yes, it technically is short for a real word. however, the shortened version of it IS A FUCKING SLUR. It doesn’t matter if the slur itself came from a ‘proper’ word, its STILL A FUCKING SLUR. IT IS OFFENSIVE. IT IS NOT OKAY. and for the icing on the racist cake, she told me to shut my mouth on a GROUP WORK CHAT. talk about the absolute peak of professional work courtesy. such a wonderful human being, really.

so, me being the chill person that i am, did not type all of this into the group work chat because i am not going to argue all of this with a racist on a group work chat. i was tired, i felt like shit, and its a waste of my time anyway. this woman never thinks anything she has done is wrong. her excuse to my manager for bullying me was that i must ‘not get her sense of humour’. there is no reasoning with her, there is no reason in arguing with her.

therefore, my only response was “...it’s still derogatory though.”

which i thought was quite to the point. like i said, i’m confident enough in myself to stand up to her now. i’m not going to let herattempts to defend her pathetic actions deter me from telling her that she is being fucking racist.

unfortunately i never got a reply as one of the managers stepped in (figuratively) and said ‘this is not the place to have this chat ladies’ (don’t think badly of her, she really is a good manager and was the biggest help to me when i was in the deepest of my depression, and has actually been supporting me since i had a small relapse in december). i assume it was because of our long storied history of butting heads, especially in the chat, that she put a stop to it before it could escalate.

now, i know i started this whole rant saying ‘i started a fight’ and there were only three sentences said total. but, like i said, this woman is a bully. i don’t expect this to be over. i know in her twisted little head she’s going to do everything she can to make my life at work difficult. and since her daughter works with us in the same team too (who is honestly just as bad), i imagine she’ll be doing the same thing too in ‘solidarity’. thankfully, i am, and have always been, very careful when speaking with her to be professional (in my own way, after all) so that she has absolutely NOTHING to throw back at me. so that, in moments like these, all she does is impale herself on her own shitty personality. my current estimate for how long this particular grudge for calling her out on her shit in front of the entire team (who might not have been there, but will definitely see it when they log in tomorrow morning) is at about a year.

and i’m certainly looking forward to it.

#personal #rant #WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE #ugh #long story short i said #yeah fucking right when the fuck have i ever made anything short #okay i v obvi needed to rant #fuck this

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mci-writing · 6 years ago

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NSFW Alphabet list: Bakuhoe Edition

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Aggressive cuddles. Like, they're really soft and warm. Probably drags s/o to a shower or bath and just chills for a moment.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Himself: His hands because he can just do so much with them

Theirs: Ass. He's an ass man

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Katsuki really likes cumming on his s/o. Just the sight of his cum on ssomeone feels like a reward to him, seeing them all dirty in his own undoing. Same with cumming inside. If he thinks about he long enough while they're getting down, cumming inside just feels so relieving to him, but he won't do it unless they're in a comfortable place for such in their relationship. May cum inside on accident just from getting too into it.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He loves to bottom occasionally. Very rarely will he let someone dom him, but when he does, woo!

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Has a little bit experience probably. He has a powerful quirk and was somewhat social in school, girls probably threw themselves at him if he just looked at them. Might not have much physical and intimate experience, but he's seen various parts and details and has probably watched porn in incognito just as much as the rest of us dirty children.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Katsuki takes many things seriously and this is one of them. He may laugh or chuckle with his s/o in the moment occasionally, but usually its degrading or meant to be sexy. Now, if s/o does something worth laughing about, he'll laugh, but not for long cause he feels he could ruin the moment if done wrong.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Oh boy, it sure does match the drapes. He feels that unruly pubic hair gets in the way and gets really uncomfortable in his hero suit, so he keeps it groomed, but just enough to not bother him.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He can be intimate if his s/o wants. Sometimes, he may slow down to make the moment last longer. Just seeing them in such a state of ecstacy and knowing he's doing such a thing to them may dawn on him in the middle of wrecking them and he just slows down to stare at them. Maybe some light kisses and bites if he's feeling it. He feels marking as an intimate practice too, so he leaves lots of hickies in visible places as a form of having some part of him always close to them. He's trying, leave him alone

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He's not big on it, since he finds it a little embarrassing at times, but he does it a decent amount. It's hard to catch him in the act though and it's never obvious afterward

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Praise (receiving and giving) and degradation (giving and receiving to a small extent) are two big ones. I can also see him being a big fan of hearing s/o beg a lot and maybe some name calling/ddlg (or master/servant, etc.) but not too much to where it's a little weird

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

It changes every week. NEXT!

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Praise him just right and you're fucked. Quite literally. Call his name a couple times, compliment his skills, mention how much you enjoy it, call him the best for crying out loud. He'll just keep going on and on

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Don't mention someone else, like at all. It just upsets him.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

It really depends. He understands some people prefer foreplay and others don't really want to just jump into sex, but he also sees it as a waste of time sometimes. Don't get me wrong though, he loves receiving it! He'll take charge of that too though and just becomes a messy boomy boi. He does like giving too, but he won't admit it. He could get off to just knowing he's just that good at using his mouth and being able to cause his s/o to unravel in such a way. It flusters him a lot, but he gets over it quick enough for it to be unnoticeable, most of the time anyway.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He's hella fast and hella rough, but he tries not to hurt s/o unless they're into that kinda thing. If asked, he'll attempt keeping it slow and sensual, but then he might get into it and just Oof.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He's pretty open to them, probably even going the extra mile and edging s/o on. They turn him on and just get him really excited for later. Would especially enjoy them and do them more on duty.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

It's Katsuki Bakugou, of course he takes risks! He's very willingly to take risks and more than likely comes up with the idea.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Katsuki can go all night and he's going to make sure his s/o can too! Like they can only get a bit of rest and then he's all "Alright, get the fuck up"

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He has them, but really only uses them for teasing purposes. Like, why use a toy when he's got all they need and more in his pants? He's open to using them on himself, but really prefers his s/o.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Biggest tease there is. He loves teasing and edging. If he feels s/o isn't begging enough, he'll only get worse until they're absolutely writhing under him

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Mainly small grunts and groans. He'll swear under his breath a lot too. It's not loud, but it's not really quiet either.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Really enjoys seeing his s/o dressed up. When he's bored, he just imagines ripping their clothes off. He also really enjoys fondling them in public out of boredom. Sitting in class or on a bus beside each other for an hour? Better be prepared for them fingers

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He thicc but not too much in length. Long enough to get work done but thicc enough that you'd think he's got a long dong when it's in you

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Almost as high as his ego

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends honestly. He always ensures he falls asleep after his s/o though (the competitive bastard). There are special occasions where he falls asleep right after s/o, but he's usually up an hour past them sleeping so eh.

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rogerina-deacon · 5 years ago

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Hungry For More // Dom!Gwilym Lee x Reader

Pairing: Dom!Gwilym Lee x Reader Summary: After some teasing while out for lunch with a friend you do something unapproved by Gwilym and find yourself being “punished” when you get home. Warnings: SMUT! Very, very smutty. Teasing, female masturbation, body appreciation, cunnilingus, edging, orgasm denial, spanking, unprotected sex, sex toy use (vibrator), overstimulation, aftercare, cuddling Word Count: 2819

(GIF via @mrbenhardys)

A/N: Hey guys! So, first off, this is written for @lovehelpmewrite for the A Night At The Fandom event, which was hosted by @dtfrogertaylor. Secondly, I know I haven’t been active and writing like I was before, but I think things are getting better so let’s hope I can get back to putting out content more often like I used to! Also, this was beta read by the lovely @the-holy-black-hole, ilysm!! You can also thank her for the title cause I’m shit at coming up with those.

For as long as you’ve known him, Gwil has always been one to experiment. Whether that’s with his food or his sex life, it could be either. But today, it was both. Not only were you trying out a new restaurant for lunch with Ben, but you and Gwil agreed on spending the time more occupied under the table, the goal being for Gwil to get you ready and desperate for him for when you get home. And now here you were, sat in an upscale restaurant next to Gwil and across from Ben, with Gwil’s hand resting on your thigh, which was slowly inching its way up. The waitress arrived to take drink orders, and since you never varied your drink from water he said it for you, but he wouldn’t be so kind when it came to ordering the food. Minutes later she returned with a try full of drinks, three of which were for your table, and luckily your drinks arriving gave you a distraction from his fingers nearing your panties, your mouth too occupied with the straw in the glass to audibly react to Gwil slipping his index finger under the fabric and through your lips, only for his hand to go back to caressing your thigh, his index finger wiping your arousal on the supple flesh as you finished your sip. Just as he moved his hand closer to your knee, the waitress came back to take your orders.

“I’ll, uh, have the aged whisky sirloin tip salad if I could.” Ben ordered, and as Gwil checked the menu one last time to see if he had missed anything, his ears perked up at Ben’s order.

“Oh, well that sounds lovely, I think I’ll have that as well.” Gwil said, closing his menu with one hand, the other inching up your thigh once again.

“And I’ll have the pizza margherita, p-lease.” You said, Gwil dipping his finger slightly into your core as you finished the sentence, handing her the menu. Smirking, Gwil looked pleased with the reactions he was getting from you.

“So, Ben, what have you been up to?” You asked, trying to get invested in whatever project he was working on now, but with Gwil caressing and occasionally squeezing your thigh it was difficult, but Ben was oblivious to however you were reacting, his only focus talking about it and, once lunch arrived, eating his food. Slowly, Gwil started working you through your panties, simply circling your clit with his index finger for ten minutes, the teasing getting to be nearly unbearable. After another few minutes pass by, he decides to have a little mercy with you and directly rub your clit, though it was soft and slow. Your hips started rocking soft against his hand, already desperate for a release, but that only made Gwil move his hand back down to your thigh, squeezing to show that he didn’t like how greddy you were already getting, chasing after an orgasm you’d still have to wait a long time for.

After another thirty minutes of Ben and Gwil discussing their projects and Gwil endlessly teasing you and surely making a mess of the (thankfully wooden) chair, you excuse yourself to go to the washroom. Gwil squeezes your hand before you go, almost like a warning to not do what he knew you would. Your walking was rushed, eager to make it was quick as possible, and when you got to the door you were happy to find out it was a single stall so you’d have more room, and you were even happier when you saw it was unoccupied. Rushing in, you lock the door behind you before you get ready, only taking off your panties for better access. Without hesitation you start rubbing your clit, hard and fast and needy, imagining it was Gwils finger working your clit, and that it was actually Gwils finger entering you and hooking into your g-spot, not your index and middle fingers. You imagined it was him that was doing all this, that he was the one fingering you and that he was sucking and licking your clit. And with that glorious image in your mind, after all that teasing you got your release, a light orgasm washing through your pussy as you stimulated yourself,hoping that would make it better. But alas, it didn’t, it was a mild orgasm, one that didn’t compare to the one’s Gwil gave you every single time he tried, but it did the job.

Your orgasm over, a sudden guilt came over you, knowing what you just did shouldn’t have happened. You should have waited for whatever Gwil had planned for you, since he never teases you without the rest of the day (and night) consisting mainly of sex. And if Gwil knew you as well as you thought he did you were sure he’d know just what you did and would surely have to make sure you knew he discouraged that behavior, so now he had to spend the rest of lunch blankly listening and agreeing with Ben as he talked about God knows what as he thought of your favorite punishments.

The moment you sat down he gave you a look, one that said he knew what you did, and that you weren’t getting away with it.

“Jeez, Y/N, what took you so long?” Ben asked as he picked up his cup of after lunch coffee to take a sip from.

“Oh, you know, girl stuff.” You said, brushing it off and figuring your explanation would deter him from asking follow-up questions. He nodded before setting the cup back down and searched his pants for his wallet. The check had arrived while you were in the bathroom, but Ben was too busy talking and Gwil was too busy pretending to pay attention to do anything about it. Taking his card out, Gwil took out his wallet too, but Ben shook him off, saying “you’ll just get it next time.”

“Well, I better get going and take Frankie for that walk she missed out on yesterday cause of the rain.” He said, standing from his chair and prompting you and Gwil to do the same and say proper goodbyes, hugs included. But as soon as you two turned to walk to the car, he made it clear what was on his mind.

“And just what was that stint in the bathroom, hm?” He questioned, mouth right up to your ear and voice stern, his grip on your hand tight and his attitude flipped from what he had just shown Ben.

“I forgot how much Ben talks when we agreed to teasing me at lunch, I thought it wouldn’t take over an hour to eat and catch up, we just saw him last week!” You reasoned, but you knew that wouldn’t get you out of it. But it wasn’t like that was a goal of yours, anyway. Your car was parked just across the street from the restaurant, so it was a short walk, though Gwils long legs took him further, faster, and you were dragged behind a bit. And even though he was “upset” with you, he still opened your door for you and closed it before getting in. But then you had the ten minute drive home, all while he has a tight grip on your thigh, making sure a bruise forms in the shape of his hand. His eyes stared only at the road ahead of him, but he made his presence known to you with that hand. Your eyes may try to stare at all the trees you pass by to distract yourself, but the pain kept your mind occupied with the fact that very soon, you will be more submissive than you have been in awhile. And it’s not that you weren’t always a total sub with Gwil, it’s just that you knew that you’d have to submit to your weaknesses tonight. There were plenty of kinks you and Gwil like to indulge in, but no matter what you come fast, so you rarely do things like edging and denial. In fact, the last time you and Gwil had done either of those to you it was as punishment for your behavior that day.

The car came to a stop in your driveway, taking you away from your thoughts and back to reality. Gwil had removed his hand to put the car in park, and you exhaled in relief before the after-ache set in.

“I want you on the bed, naked, within the next two minutes, understood?” he instructed, and you nodded before getting out of the car and rushing through your front door and up the stairs to your bedroom. Gwil followed shortly after, spending a minute in the kitchen going over his plan. While he did that, you stripped, taking off each garment as fast as you could, slipping the flip flops you had worn off your feet as you took off your blouse, tossing it in the direction of the hamper before taking your skirt off and gathering the blouse from the floor to properly put in the hamper. Rushing to the bed, you heard his footsteps up the creaky stairs as you jumped onto the bed, adjusting to get comfortable just as he opened the door.

“That’s my good girl, I knew you’d be ready for me.” He praised as he walked to the bed, unbuttoning his shirt as he approached you, taking it off to reveal his tan, hair-covered chest and just perfectly squishy tummy to you as he tossed it perfectly into the hamper, taking off his pants and boxers to let out his already hard, long, and thick cock.

“Now, I know you’ve already come once today, but I really wanted to eat you out earlier. And I still really do. I guess lunch wasn’t as filling as expected for me as it was for you, yeah? Just lay on your back, princess.” He said, crawling onto the bed and settling between your legs, admiring your naked body before him, the way your body curves, the way your hair falls against the pillow behind you when you rest your head on it, the way your stomach rolls when you sit up, everything. Once you were relaxed, he moved to lay on his stomach, his face mere inches away from your still wet pussy, his nose inhaling your scent as he placed an open mouth kiss to the apex of your thigh, slowly moving his mouth inward, his tongue poking out of his mouth as he licked up your slit, separating your folds and gathering your arousal with his tongue as it traveled from your entrance up to your clit, swirling the concoction of his saliva and your arousal that was made with the tip of his tongue around your sensitive, swollen clit a few times, even licking vertically right over it, making your hips buck up slightly as the pointed tip of his tongue ever so slightly got under the hood, even closer to the nerves. He knew that hurt too much to do for a long time, but doing it for a couple seconds acts as a reminder that he has that power to make pleasure overlap with pain, almost like a spank.

He adjusted his body some more, wrapping his arms around your thighs from underneath to have more control over how your body moves against his so he can better please you. Your thighs on his shoulders, his face nearly smothered in your pussy, he sucks your clit and licks you as if you were the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted, bringing you to the edge fast with his enthusiasm and moans, him saying “don’t cum” against you only making you want to cum more, and you felt your orgasm boil inside you, like a dam about to burst, and he knew that. So, he removed his arms from around your thighs and moved his mouth an inch or two away from your nearly twitching cunt, watching you as you relax from being denied your orgasm so close to the edge. Whining above him, you looked down at him, silently asking him why.

“Princess, you didn’t think I’d let you cum so quickly, did you? You already came once today, don’t get so greedy so quick. I can assure you that our plans of you coming over and over are still intact. You just haven’t earned the privilege of cumming on my tongue. Maybe once we’re done tonight you’ll have it back.” He said, getting up as he continued, “And now, for the next part of your punishment. I’ve thought long and hard about what else I could do, and I settled on the classic spanking. I think we’ll start with ten and see how the night goes, yeah?” He finished, looking at you and waiting for agreement. When you nodded and said “yeah”, he helped you to bend over his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed. You laid across him, his achingly hard cock pressing into your soft skin as he kneaded your asscheeks one as a time, his other hand resting on your shoulder and rubbing your skin with his thumb as he mentally prepared himself. You felt his hand leave your ass and you prepared yourself for the feeling, always forgetting how good it feels. And then *one*, *two*, *three*, *four*, *five* you count, his hand alternating between which cheek he spanks. They stung, his hand becoming a red mark on your ass as he massaged the fat and soothed the burn. Then, once he felt your shoulders relax again, he picked up his hand and repeated the actions, his massaging included.

“Now, I think you’ve earned my cock after taking those, just lay on your back and let me grab something” He said, his tone sweet, but that only lasted for a moment. He came back with your most powerful vibrator in hand, and he crawled onto the bed and rested on his knees between your legs. He turned the vibrator on to its highest speed and held it as he lifted your hips with his other hand, your legs hooking behind him as he lined the tip of his cock up with your entrance, breathing for a moment before pushing himself inside, his thick member filling you tighter than normal, since he hadn’t put anything in you yet and you were already so close. He didn’t completely fill you yet, just thrusting in a bit more each time as you got wetter the more he fucked you, and soon he was thrusting into you hard and fast, hitting your g-spot with every thrust and he finally put the vibrator on your clit and rubbed it in circles, sending you flying over the edge, your orgasm washing over you powerfully, almost ripping through your core as he kept pounding into you and stimulating your clit with the vibrator, the feeling intense and magical as you twitched and moved from the aftershocks and overstimulation as he chased his orgasm, the way your pussy was reacting to overstimulation taking him over the edge as he came, the euphoria spreading through him in waves as his thrusts slowed and his cum spurt in thick loads from his cock, painting your walls as he rode out his orgasm. He turned the vibrator off and slowly removed himself from you, giving you a kiss on your forehead before putting the toy away and going to the bathroom attached to the bedroom to get a warm, wet washcloth to clean you up with.

“You were so good for me with that, baby girl, I know that was a lot.” He praised, cleaning yours and his cum off of you and him. He tossed it perfectly into the hamper and got into bed beside you and cuddled up with you, his arm behind you as you cuddled into his side and he started placing sweet kisses to the top of your head as he praised you some more for taking what he gave you so well. And that’s how you sat for a few minutes until Gwil distrubed your peace, leaving the bed.

“Why did you leave?” You asked, voice pouty and sleepy.

“It’s cold in here, figured we’d like to be warm while we slept.” He said, grabbing two of his t-shirts along with underwear for both of you. Ever the gentleman, he helped you get dressed first, knowing that after all that there was no way you were walking, let alone getting dressed by yourself. Once you were all comfy, he got in his shirt and boxers before crawling back in next to you, his arms wrapping around your shoulders as you two resumed your cuddling positions from before as you fell asleep in his arms for the night.

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the-fiction-witch · 5 years ago

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NSFW Alphabet: Nigel [OEA]

A= Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

Lots of kisses and he blushed like crazy because he can't help but think about what he just did to you

B= Body Part (their favourite body part of their partners)

Your hair, he likes to pet it and play with it all the time

C= Cum (anything to do with cum basically... I'm a disgusting person)

He desperately wants to cum inside you when he fucks you raw however you never let him, he wants to so bad and had a couple of times without you noticing

D= Dirty Secret (pretty self explanatory)

He has a very dirty secret that he used to take screen pictures of your video calls when he could see down your shirt a little or when you bent over looking for stuff in your room so he can jerk off to them later, or even secretly jerk off to you while on call.

E= Experience (how experienced are they?)

Not experienced at all, Nigel was a complete virgin when you met he hadn't even kissed a girl yet before you got together

F= Favorite Position

His fave Position is both of you stood up and with you slightly leaning on a wall or the table

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

he has to keep it light because he is not very good so he keeps it sweet and humorous

H = Hair (gow well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Perfectly groomed and shaven

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

Very romantic and sweet

J = Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

Nigel would jerk off a lot always to you, on-call, from pictures or even just imaging your hands are replacing his own

K= Kink (one of more of their kinks)

He has a mild kink for You dominating him but he hasn't mentioned it to you yet

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His favourite is his room, he loves putting his desk infront of the door so his family can't come in to bother you, Nigel Loves getting to bend you down his childhood bed or against the wall

M = Motivation (what turns them on/gets them going)

Making outs!! just one little kiss can so quickly become steamy make out and within seconds he'll be hard as a rock, lost for words and short of breath

N = NO (something they wouldn't do/turn offs)

Anything that upsets you

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves to receive as he is not to good at giving, but he'd rather just hav sex anyway, but if you are just fooling around it normally falls to him using his hands

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

It starts nice and slow but always ends up like your racing by the end of it

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He would rather have proper sex then a quickie but he'll take whatever the two of you have time for when you stop one a week due to your rotation

R = Risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc)

No risks! no time! no space! it's not really safe, as you both live on ships with your families it's complicated enough keeping your activities secret and privet from your families, as far as your family is concerned Nigel is your best freind and as far as his family are concerned you his girlfriend even if he blushes like crazy if they call you it, you both are game to experiment but once you get your own ship together

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

he can as many rounds as you have time for, unfortunately, Nigel doesn't last too long, but if he doesn't make you finish before he does he'll make it up to you

T = Toy (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

You hav a couple of toys that you have threatened to use on him, even if he's a bit confused how you would do that

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He isn't much of a tease he rather you get your orgasm as fast as he can give it to you, even if he is a little unfair when he flirts, putting his hand on your leg during dinners and winking at you when you're around your families

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

Nigel is actually pretty quiet, likely trained himself from years of trying to get himself off alone in his bedroom, you both have to be pretty quiet as Nigel's ship walls are like tissue paper and yours aren't much better than cardboard for noise cancellation

W = Wild Card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He has a little secret, once when you were in that very awkward stage of not dating yet you both were very aware how you each felt about each other not long before the date of your first kiss, you left him in your room to make some popcorn but while you where gone he snuck a pair of your purple lace panties away in his pocket and got them off your ship completely, they used to live under his pillow for when he would get excited in the night and cuddle with them however as your relationship has grown and even become more sexual they now live in a tiny shoebox under his bed along with a few other little items he hasn't told you about

X = X-Ray (let's see what's going on in those pants, picture or words)

bigger then you could ever expect him to be, long and thick with a perfect shape thats hits exactly where you want him even if it did lead to a very amusing conversation the first time you ever saw it 'holy fucking hell Nigel' 'What?'

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Fairly high but its probably because you can only see each other for one six-hour visit a week due to orbits and such so Nigel gets a little desperate so when he sees you he is almost jumping on you even if your families always insist on spending time with you first so by the time you actually shut the bedroom door your both pretty desperate

Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he doesn't he likes to cuddle and snuggle use as much of the short time you have together to its fullest, he'll sleep after your gone or he gets home and then pretty much fall asleep and have a nap for a few hours mostly because he is tried out from your sexy times together and to avoid the questions from his family

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rhapsody-under-pressure · 5 years ago

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Words to Remember pt 2

Once they arrived at the hospital, Freddie didn't even wait for the vehicle to start moving before he tried rushing out. The paramedic tried to stop him, but he barely cared enough to listen to whatever it was they had said. He threw open the door, jumping out onto the pavement and rushed towards the entrance, hearing Roger's footsteps from behind him as he tried catching up.

He ran towards the front desk, slamming his hands down onto the counter and trying to catch his breath while the receptionist tried to recover from the shock. Those behind him began howling at him different insults and grunts of injustice, but like last time, he ignored everything.

"C-can I help you?" The receptionist asked, his eyes wide as he stared at the short line behind him.

"Someone...Came in...Car crash...Where?" Freddie asked quickly.

"Name of patient?" He asked, his breath coming out in short bursts as he tried to remain calm with Freddie's vicious glare hovering in front of him.

"Deacon...John...Dea-Just fucking let me see him already!" He snapped, slamming his fist down onto the desk and making him jump.

"J-Just one last thing sir..." He told him, but Freddie gave a loud snarl that made the frightened man and a few behind him. The receptionist raised his hands in defense and continued "He's still being worked on right now. You can wait outside his assigned room if you want to. That's the best I can do for you sir."

He didn't argue one bit. They headed into the elevator as soon as they received the information and went up to the sixth floor. Roger suddenly fell back against the railing behind them, his face going white as though he was gonna be sick. Freddie's knees were going weak yet his body was still too stunned to respond properly to what he wanted it to do. He was too scared to see him and yet that's all he wanted: a mere confirmation; whether it was good or bad wasn't important for at least it would stop his brain from creating image after image within his head. The mere thought of seeing him after a car crash that bad petrified him and yet he couldn't deal with this guessing game and all this wondering that was going on inside of him.

"I'm scared Fred..." Roger suddenly admitted as he looked down at the elevator floor as soon as it came to a stop. If possible, he went even paler. "Jesus one of us is gonna have to tell Bri too. He thinks we're still at the corner store..." He whispered.

He didn't want to admit it. It was a horrific thought that just kept circling around in his mind and he just didn't want to say anything. What if it became real if he said anything? You know John's gonna make it out of this...He's not weak enough to...Don't...Just don't.

"Go call him." Freddie managed to say. Roger shook his head, his own storm within his mind now starting to show itself as he collapsed onto one of the nearby chairs, holding his arms around his stomach as he took off his sunglasses and tucked them away into his pocket, using both hands to rub away the collection of tears that were just starting to form.

"Excuse me? Gentlemen? Are you two-" The man asked from down the hall, immediately marching towards the two of them. His eyes went wide for a second and looked as though he was going to faint. "Y-you're-"

Freddie took in a deep breath, trying his best to recompose himself in front of the doctor. "Yes, hello love." He said in a terribly fake voice, something which snapped the doctor out of his stupor.

"What're you...Has something happened Mr. Mercury?" He asked in a now shy tone.

His stomach lurched as he felt tears start to return to his eyes. He avoided the doctor's stare and toyed around with the zipper of his coat. "Oh..er...just waiting on some news at the moment." He replied, the remaining details storming about within his mind.

Instantly, the doctor's face went grim. He tucked away the pen he was starting to pull out and gave a heavy sigh. His dark gaze looked over to Roger, Freddie managing a quick look his way to now see a much heavier stream of tears falling out of his reddened eyes.

"W-well we can't work much on him right now...There's not enough for a blood transfusion and we can't jump into surgery since the body is already in such a state of shock that anymore might put him out for good. We did are best for now but we'll have to wait until tomorrow to attempt anything else."

Freddie glanced down, the slight trembling in his hand now returning with even more vigor. The doctor looked down and walked off, already sensing that he couldn't get an autograph at the moment. He wasn't even sure himself if he could've handled the pen properly enough to give him a proper one anyway. Roger trudged past him, walking down towards the pair of payphones in the middle of the hallway.

"I can lead you to his room if you want Mr. Mercury. It's not too far from here." He explained.

He shrugged, but did eventually give a nod in response. Before they began walking, he paused and motioned back towards Roger, the young doctor getting his point and backing off. "I-I'll be back in a moment then."

"Be quick...Please." Freddie said softly as the doctor nodded and headed off.

Instantly his body went weak, falling back against one of the chairs and holding its stomach in its arms. Freddie looked down towards the row of payphones, only able to pick up Roger's side of the conversation from his distance.

"Nothing on the news...? That's fine, we don't need the press barking at us...We don't know, they said he's gonna be up in a bit...Not so good, neither of us are...We're just waiting now." He paused as he began to choke up. "I don't wanna lose him Bri...But what if it's not? What the hell are we gonna do then...?" There was a long pause. "P-please just be safe...It's the one not too far from that corner store...Sixth floor...Alright, we'll see you soon."

As he hung up the phone, he leaned forward and rested his head on the metal header of the payphone box, tightly gripping the phone. Numbness kept his body in place. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't move from his spot, not now at least. He tried to tune out from everything, but the typical hospital chatter and sounds echoed around him, Freddie now desperately wishing everyone around him would shut up and go away so he could be left alone. The only exception would be if John walked in, perfectly fine minus a few scratches or bruises across his body. Just a cast on his arm would be better than what he was envisioning. Him blinded, missing some piece of his body, experiencing from some form of amnesia was somehow better than him suffering and fighting for his life.

Sickening snakes twisted around inside his stomach at that last thought. He'd been trying so hard to keep it at the back of his mind. That this wasn't going to end that way and he'd see him just asleep and bandaged up and a few days or weeks later he'd be out and okay again. God all he really wanted to hear was his voice one last time or seeing him breathing would steady him a bit. If he could just get that, he'd be alright, he just had to be.

Heavy footsteps came from his side as Roger managed to drag himself away from the payphone and collapse onto a nearby seat. His eyes had gone foggy and unfocused, his body continuing to curl itself up into a closed position.

"Brian's coming soon...Ten, maybe fifteen minutes." He told him before falling silent once again.

As predicted, their guitarist did get there within Roger's timespan. Once he came around the corner and spotted them, Brian rushed down there and clasped Roger in his arms while he remained seated.

"How's everything going?" Brian asked quickly, laying his hand on Roger's lap. "Please tell me you two have heard something."

"No." Freddie stated glumly. "Not a damn bloody thing."

Brian grimaced, looking down at the ground as he tried getting himself back onto his two feet. "You want anything?" He asked.

"I want news..." Freddie admitted. "I want to see him or hear something about him..."

"Fred we all do..." Roger told him. "Really, you think we don't wanna know anything about him right now?"

Like you wouldn't be upset if Bri was in the same damn place. He merely shrugged, not wanting to get into another argument. Every movement around him made him look down the hall, desperately hoping he'd see John just sleeping, all bandaged up and the doctors' faces strewn with relief, one of them telling them that he would be fine in however many days or weeks it would take for him to be back on his feet again. The thought of anything other than that was making him sick, Freddie now leaning over onto his arm and, somehow, finding a way to get comfortable in those stiff, wooden chairs. He rested his head on his arm, staring down the hall, his eyes starting to flutter shut as the exhaustion from all the stress and shock on his body began to catch up with him. In only a matter of seconds, his eyes closed and he drifted off into his own sleep.

...

Someone was shaking him right out of his sleep, Freddie's eyes slowly reopening, his body still extremely tired, sore, and feeling worse than earlier. He looked up and saw Brian looking down at him, Roger stretching in his seat as he toyed around with the cap on his water bottle. He sent a pleading glance up at their bandmate, seeing a grim look in his eyes as he shook his head.

"They said they should be done soon. One of the nurses got you a thing of water if you want any." Brian explained, his voice sounding extremely strained as he fought back every emotion to try and keep up his calm façade.

Freddie only shrugged, his own voice not wanting to work. He was far too scared that even speaking at the moment would prompt some sort of crying fit or that every single thought in his head would come out in a waterfall of emotion, especially with all the uncertainty that surrounded their situation. Brian's own face still held the dry lines of his own tears that must've come out while he was sleeping. Roger was absentmindedly gnawing on his water bottle, his eyes wide with anticipation and still glossy from an uncomfortable nap. He looked away towards the window near the end of the hallway. The sky had now gone dark once more, a few grey clouds filling the sky and blocking out the crescent moon that hung up above. Something so familiar seemed to be taunting him now when everything around him felt so out of place and irregular. How could the outside world look okay when his own was shattering around him? Was it just some sick trick the universe wanted to play on him?

Before the anger could rise once more, Freddie became aware of the ominous squeaking of wheels sounded from around him, only making him dread the arrival of the one carrying his boyfriend more and more with every passing second. Every step the doctors made towards him, fearing that one would stop right in front of him and say they lost him. This unnerving, never-ending wait was making him insane. There was another squeak! Another! Then came more shuffling of feet across the white floor! All those sounds were making him grow more and more tense and almost sick to his stomach. Couldn't the world just stop?! He was already dealing with the insults of the unchanged outside and now the universe was throwing a constant bombardment of sounds at him to make him even more irritated.

Finally came the squeaking that he dreaded the most. A group of doctors were pushing a bed down the hallway, down towards them, the person laying on top of it barely moving. His stomach lurched, waves and waves of anxiety making him feel dizzy upon standing. Roger and Brian continued to watch with him. He didn't even have a second to see him, the bed rushing past him before he could even see him clearly.

The expected tears never came, Freddie only feeling another stab of shock as soon as he walked into the room. One doctor remained, her hands working fast to hook him up to the necessary IVs and monitor, Freddie letting go of his breath once he heard the slow beep come from the machine. It was that soft beeping that allowed him to focus once again. Upon the bed white viciously contrasted with red, every bandage having some crimson circle around the middle and slowly reaching out towards the edge. His eyes were still shut, lips slightly parted while his chest barely moved. But it was moving, and that's what was keeping Freddie stable.

"I'm sorry sir." The new nurse began. "The doctors tried all they could but it's up to fate now. Brain injuries are always the hardest to deal with and he suffered massive head trauma after being thrown through the window. Blood loss was high and they did their best to make up for what was lost. Besides that, a few breaks in his arms and shoulder and then miscellaneous skin damage that he will definitely recover from."

Freddie only nodded, the words resonating with him and silencing any words that he might've been able to get out. Brian's hand was clasped over his mouth, Roger now trying his best to keep himself calm as his eyes trailed over the body of his friend. Freddie lifted his hand, his fingers curling forward as he pulled back ever so slightly, but finally relaxing as he reached out and laid his hand on top of John's.

"Hey love..." He said softly, swallowing thickly afterwards. He rubbed his thumb across the back of his hand, still feeling warmth emit from his skin. "It's gonna be alright. It's...it's gotta be alright." He paused, his body growing tenser as he thought of the worst once again. A sudden wave of grief and worry washed over him as he broke the seal on what was holding back his thoughts. "Please...I...I can't lose you. We can't lose you...Keep breathing." He begged.

“Fred…” Roger finally said, motioning down towards his hand. Freddie looked down, not even realizing how hard he had been gripping his lover’s hand. He released his hold, trailing his hand up his arm, only to pause at the first bandage and tracing his finger along the spot of red that stained the fabric. He forced himself to look up, wishing he could just see his eyes open one last time so he could see that shy sparkle in them once more. To see the grey light up when he saw him or for his passion to turn the grey into a fire. Really…All he wanted was to just see them open and to see him looking back at him. For that moment when their hearts skipped a beat to synchronize with one another and for him to know it was okay to wrap his arms right around him and to not worry about where they’d be.

But those eyes remained shut. His chest continued to rarely move up and down, the movement seeming to take so much effort while he was in an unconscious state. Each beep from the monitor wasn’t helping either as they were all so spaced out. Perhaps it was a bad machine? Should he go get the nurses and see if they could fix it? Or maybe they could do something else to help out? Maybe they could do something...

Roger eventually brought him a chair, only for him to collapse in his own next to Brian while he remained right next to his partner. He stayed vigilant, his hawk-like gaze remaining on John to make sure nothing changed for the worse. Any kind of change would send his mood into a frenzy, whether it be a good or bad one. Just about anything that could happen could throw him right into a terrible crying fit and he didn’t know if any of them were ready for that to happen.

#Fanfiction #Deacury #Words to Remember #Oof I need to learn to write more hhhh

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some tweaks / recapping of Marina’s backstory now that I’ve developed her a bit more:

-im thinking the Renworth name probably is more business than political. think old money and a bunch of old traditional humans. have lots of business connections everywhere and an influential name. your average “rich corporate family who really only care about profit at this point” types

-noble father, i think marina’s mother probably wasn’t a noble though. her mother was her dad’s second wife. family didn’t really like her mom much either, for various reasons (most of which could be chalked up to the family being assholes and pissed off that the dad didn’t marry another noble to further strengthen the name / bloodline)

-older half sister, diff mothers. sister’s mom was a full noble (i think her and the dad had an arranged marriage, but they really did care for each other greatly), but she passed away when Marina’s sister was pretty young (probably 3-5).

-I think she’s probably about 6-7 years older than Marina? so she might have been off doing school and various other things a lot when Marina was really young, but even so the two are very close and Marina’s sister never hesitates to stand up for her. she kind of relishes arguing with her family. fuck them.

-family favored her sister more and she was the ‘golden child’, but her sister also renounced the family name when Marina was prob about 15 or so and left to go do her own thing and join the Seraphs and stuff b/c she hates the noble culture and tradition of her family. Marina’s sister was always very vocally opinionated and not afraid to argue, but up until then the family had just brushed it off and let themselves believe it was something that she’d grow out of, preferably just in time to settle down and marry.

-they also kind of judge Marina b/c her dad met her mom shortly after his first wife passed away so there was low key lots of rumors and venom about how he MUST have been cheating and what not (the reality is just that shit happens. his wife died and then he met marina’s mom while away on a business thing a few months-a year later and fell in love hard)

-a very smart child. also oddly naive and innocent (its the adhd). when she got old enough to realize that people might perceive her in a negative way it really changed her worldview in a shocking way. before about 8 or so she’d p much always approached everyone openly and happily, ready to bond or talk with anyone. Suddenly aware of the disapproval of others, she becomes really quiet and withdrawn after this and a bit of a people pleaser.

-Marina and her parents actually had a really good relationship. Her mother passed away when she was a young teen I think though? It really affected her, because her and her mother were both one of the few ‘commoners’ to enter into the family and her mom often protected her from family criticism and was basically one of Marina’s best friends. (not that the family is very kind to one another to begin w/ but still)

- ^^ that being said, her father is also v supportive but he’s the oldest son of the current family head so esp after his second wife died and his family started putting more pressure on him following, he wasn’t around very much at all after that (often away on business and what not). like he’s there for his daughters but he’s not there. He’s trying to appease his family and live up to / off his own guilts and shames

-Marina always had a great interest in magic (something her family considers frivolous and unimportant at best and dangerous / evil at worst). When her mom was alive it wasn’t so much an issue, her mom probably argued for her behind the scenes (as well as her sister), and so the worst Marina experienced was probably scoffs and remarks about how it was something she’d move on from. but after her mom passed away the pressure from her family for Marina to take up more ‘useful’ interests / hobbies only increased as time went on.

-Since her family wasn’t that supportive though she never really got proper schooling on magic at this point, though she did have open access to all kinds of resources, so she was able to do quite a bit of self teaching. didnt often focus on one kind of magic, instead her interest kind of jumps from type to type. consumes information and books at a scary rate

-didn’t have really any friends her age. she was kind of a socially awkward person at this point, so she wasn’t very good at reaching out to her peers. the most peer interaction she probably had was being tutored in the same classes as other noble children. her being a ‘weird’ noble child who sometimes talked too loud or was too eager and had weird interests in magic didn’t make her very popular to begin with as well.

-For a while Marina DID try to be the ideal noble heir for her family after her mother passed. With her dad being the next head of the business, and her oldest sister having revoked the name already, she did have quite a bit of weight on her irt her family now placing their expectations on her shoulder’s instead of her sister’s. They were harder for her to please though because again, they had favored her sister and already didn’t agree w/ her interests (and after her sister left, they REALLY started being vocal about how anything but doing what the family expects is bad)

-Eventually though, with help from her sister and undercover assistance from her dad (him squirreling away money for her, helping her invest and get her own revenue coming in . . .just in case she upset the family too much or broke away like her sister), she ended up seeking to join the priory even though it angered her family (they didnt agree / understand why she wanted to go research impossible magical things when there was the option to go to a nice business school instead. or maybe even arrange a political business marriage)

-I think she had already had an instant interest in necromancy. Not for any specifically deep reason (though perhaps the early death of her mother contributed subconsciously to her being more into it later on ?). I think she just happened upon a book about it when she was reading random magic tomes as a kid and was just immediately into it. the intricacies and uses are just appealing to her, its a lot you can puzzle out and work with.

-Perhaps a part of her was also drawn to it simply because she knew that of all the magic to REALLY take up, necromancy would probably displease her family the most. like adhd rsd is a bitch especially when you’re younger and don’t realize that’s what it is, so she REALLY hated disappointing anyone, especially authority / familial figures. but even so that didn’t stop her from realizing that they were kind of jackass hypocrites and wanting to rebel and do her own thing

-anyways she joins the priory probably when she’s like ? maybe 17-18? at this point she’s probably managed to get some official magical schooling by herself but nothing that deep. Her family name helps her get the attention of the Priory, and a quick proving of her intelligence / aptitude for magic, PLUS the fact she was mostly self taught till now, means she joins rather easily.

-probably a novice in the priory for about a year or two? then she becomes a magister. at this point, with actual teachers and proper resources (not to mention hands on experience), she’s become REALLY good at magic. She’s excelled at necromancy, able to use it with the comfort and ease that belies a lot of study and practice. She’s also well versed in p much all the other schools of magic, at least in theory. Even if she doesn’t know how to actually USE it herself, she has a fair bit of knowledge on p much all subjects and is always open to learning more about anything.

-her and Sieran were probably bff’s and often got in trouble together. maybe they kissed once ? idk. i need to learn more about Sieran tbh pfff.

-being in the priory and surrounded by others who shared her interest though really helped her bloom from that socially awkward girl who never talked to anyone out of anxiety to a socially awkward girl who loves to socialize anyways and tries not to worry about being a little loud and rambly at times. Even though she doubts herself she really starts to cultivate this natural charisma that just draws other towards her. There’s just something about talking to someone who is as open as Marina is, who isn’t worried about being a little awkward and doesn’t mind some word fumbling from the person she’s talking too, that can really put one at ease.

-she is still connected to her family and still has to deal with them. not sure why she hasn’t left yet, but i think she’s often pondered the idea of taking over her family’s business and turning it into something Good. Either way, i think it’s understandable that even considering it all she’s hesitant to break from her family as her sister did. she still tries to please them, but only enough so that they don’t outright hate her and try to disown her (though it would be hard since her father is the head of the business now and certainly wouldn’t allow that)

#c: marina #long post #sorry i got kinda carried away i was just typing #anyways this is all her backstory development for now #your sister in game is named Debbie right ? i still havent decided if that's canon or not for marina's sister hm.

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