#just a matter of time before i start writting fic for these two

[ombresdemaquia]

How people discover kylux

Most people:

Watch Star Wars: The Force Awakens

See the character dynamic

???

Start shipping

Me:

Browse ao3 for bdsm fics

Find a really well written long fic

"Oh, it's in the star wars fandom, but it's a modern au so I'm fine right?" (I don't know anything about star wars)

"wow, the plot and character dynamics are so goooood, i want more"

Start looking for fics in the kylux tag, but only modern aus to not spoil the original story

"maybe i should go watch the movie before i spoil myself completely"

"bruh it's the 7th movie in star wars??"

there's only one thing to do now

watch allll the star wars movies, starting from ep IV: A New Hope. Also get friends to watch it with me. this is how i'm diving in the fandom and i am not ashamed.

(they don't know i'm shipping kylux tho)

keep reading fics, spoiling myself more in the process

(i'm still not at ep 7)

accidentally sees fanart of Hux in a fic: "WAIT, that's what he looks like?"

for a long time i didn't know the first order uniforms are black, so i just imagined he wore white or something. also i thought his hair was longer

accidentally sees gif of kylo: "WAIT, that's what he looks like??"

kylo is a straw colored name, so i thought he was blond

i'm STILL not on ep 7, and i've probably read 600k+ words of fic.. at least

tumblr in a dark alley: hey kid i heard you want some kylux fan art. i have a lot of vintage stuff here, from 2016. all i need you to do is dedicate your heart and soul to this trash ship and jump aboard.

me: i regret nothing o7

[nocturn-warrior]

Fall onto him like a pillow

Alucard x reader

Summary: Alucard feels sad and you decide to chill him up

Rating: fluff, smut, angst

Warnings: oral (male receiving), mentions of traumas, feeding (in a non kinky way), body worship (male receiving), kinda sub Alucard, reader's gender is not specified but i wrote this thinking about a female

This fic was inspired by @kundool 's adorable fanart

sorry if it has a bad writting, i literally lost all my progress because tumblr didn't save it and posted the incomplete fanfic.

It was a normal fall grey sort of day. You and Alucard had bought some groceries at the village. Even though the villagers insisted in giving their products freely to you two after all you and your friends have done for them, Alucard felt it was not fair to simply accept the groceries they put they worked so hard during the year. So Alucard and you would always bring them old itens that were only accumulating mold and memories.

All was well, so far. He greeted the old ladies, played with the orphans who became your children at heart and happilly chose the groceries in the wooden boxes.

But comming back home as you were sniffling a wild rose you have picked from a bush and rambling about funny events and gossips the old ladies have told you during your brief statement, you noticed Alucard stood stoic and silent, just answering your words with quick chuckles, not continuing the conversation and keeping his head bowed down

Usually he would connect your thoughts with his, adding something quirky or an accid comment about the situation, but not today.

"Adrian? Is everything alright?"

You ask, slowing your pace and making him look at you. He takes some seconds to answer a languid "yes, i am just mentally tired". He wasn't alright, you knew. You don't insist, though. Just follow your way towards the castle, trying to pull a true smile from his face but the results are the same.

The wide doors of the castle open as you two approach and close once you are inside. Alucard's behavior is more of the same; he helps you to place the groceries at the kitchen, but remains silent. A deep breath leaves his mouth before he turns towards the door.

"I am going to read a bit, my dear."

Although you wanted to comfort him, respecting Alucard's alone moments was something you tried your best to do. He isn't a child, after all. But you can't resist to the urge of comforting your lover.

"Adrian, here..."

You say, placing the wild rose you've collected behind his ear. You caress his chin:

"If you need me, i am here, alright?"

He smiles understandably before desappearing in the dark hallways of your home way to your chambers.

The hours pass by. You distract yourself sewing some torn spots in your clothes you don't even notice sun is starting to set. You must have dozed off.

Immediatly, your mind goes to Alucard. You fear his isolation was a form of asking for your comfort amd you just left him alone with his thoughts.

Quickly climbing up the almost infinite stairs, you reach your bedroom and before you could even thump your finger onto the door, you hear that unmistakable sniffling you've heard so many times before.

He hated when you saw him like that, no matter if you have already done it one million times. But you had to comfort him.

The dhampir who was knealing down in front of the bed, face buried in the plush cushion, has a little jumpscare when you sudden open the door and quickly wipes away the tears with the loose silk of his shirt. As if a simple motion could hide he was crying for hours.

"Aw, Adrian my love..."

You rush to him, knealing down by his side and placing caressing his back softly as he tries to put himself together. Adrian didn't know why exactly he was crying so no words could possibly leave his throat. It was only a deep, rooted feeling of dispair and grief.

All he did was turn to you, swallowing his tears before they could drown him. In moments like these, all he craved was your touch. You open your arms to him and Adrian quickly attaches himself onto your body, head resting against your chest as he sniffles looking at an empty spot of the room.

While caressing his back in soothing motions like a mother calming down a sobbing baby, you have an idea of how you could calm him down: cooking his favorite treat; strawberry muffins filled with jam, and a nice cup of chamomille tea.

You wait until he has completly calmed down so you could pull off from the hug and prepare the little surprise for your lover.

"You wet all my shirt with your tears, my love. Do you have a water dam behind those pretty eyes of yours?"

You joke to make sure he is completly fine and you can feel the vibrations of his chuckling as he is still with his head against your bosom. Slowly you pull off and tilt up his chin:

"Take some bath, my love. Dress a comfortable nightgown, get cozy in bed and wait for me. I will prepare something that will chill you up"

Curiously, Alucard nods his head, looking at you with those dewy amber eyes which long lashes are glued due to the tears. He already imagines what you are going to do and he would love to help you with the baking, but you insist for him to rest.

You want to spoil him that night in every way possible.

Alucard takes some minutes to put himself together looking at a spot in the room and envying it's emptiness. He wishes he could rest his mind just for a second, forget all of those thoughts that crushed him. But following your sweet order, the dhampir heads to the bathing room. He fills up the tub with huge buckets and relaxes in it.

All the while you are preparing the dough of the muffins, looking in an old book of recipes that belonged to Lisa. Your lover and you always look for an advice in this tome, cooking together is one of your favorite activities.

Fourty minutes later, Alucard is already settled nicely on bed. His hair is wet and loose, he wears his usual white nightgown and hugs your pillow, sniffling it to pretend this is your body. That way, tears wouldn't come back.

Checking out the muffins, you smile widely seeing they are already baked, and with a cooking glove, you pick up the sweet treats. The scent was so good Alucard could feel it from your room.

You place the small cakes in a plate. Four of them: two for you, two for Alucard. And while you wait for them to cool up a bit, you prepare the chamomille tea.

The door delicatedly opens and Alucard's eyes light up seeing you enter holding the plate. If he was crying you couldn't tell, but some little sniffles leave his nose before he sits up properly.

In the moment he smoothly moves, you can see your lover is not wearing underwears, which causes tingles in your groin, but you try to focus on pampering him with you cooking.

"Here"

You sit by his side, brushing his hair behind his ear and placing the plate on top of a pillow. Slowly, you cut a piece of the muffin, the hot strawberry jam drips from it, and takes a forkful towards Alucard's mouth.

The man softly hums, his eyes squinting together adorably as he appreciates the bite. You clean the jam from the corner of his lips and lick it from your finger.

"Do you like it?"

Alucard nods, his expression is no longer miserable as the one he had hours before, though his face is still puffy from crying.

"Thank you for doing these things to me even when i don't deserve"

He says with a sad smile. You hate to see Adrian put himself down like this. It took you so much time to make him forgive himself and perceive his own qualities that every breakdown felt like it all was starting again. Once he swallowed the bite, you gently shove another forkful into his mouth.

“You deserve this and so much more.”

You smile, seeing his cute surprised expression. Leaning your head onto his shoulder, you watch Alucard grab the book he was reading before you arrived and the two of you share the muffins while reading out loud, switching the narrator from page to page.

Alucard gives the delicious muffin a last bite and finishes drinking the chamomile tea. Leaving a pleased relaxed sigh, he leaves the empty cup and the book over the nightstand. Your heart instantly flutters, seeing how your love appreciated your little spoiling.

Through the thin silk of his nightshirt, you could see the pink tone of his cock. You itched to, instead of attaching your lips onto the strawberry treat, suck on his shaft until his so much sweeter seed spilled into your mouth. You wanted to drive him mad with pleasure.

“How do you feel now?”

You ask, finishing your tea. He was visibly feeling better now, though his face was still puffy from the previous crying and his eyes were still red. The dhampir chuckles, softly patting his toned abdomen:

“Full.”

“Show me, then.”

You grin and Adrian knows exactly your game, but he plays is obliviously, slowly rising up the nightshirt and showing his almost imperceptibly distended torso along with that pretty thin waist of his and of course, his pink flushed cock which head rested on the plush bed.

God, you wanted to worship every inch of his body: from his collar, his chest, to his godly abs. how could a being be so magnificently, ethereally beautiful? Alucard looked like the incarnation of Apollo and you wanted to praise that body of his so hard, you couldn’t contain your arousal now.

Your fingers traced around his nipples, travelling down to his stomach. Alucard's heartbeat increased as you felt onto him like a pillow, pinned him down on the bed and started kissing from his neck to down his bellybutton, touching and praising every inch of his skin.

Stopping in there, you looked down at his blushy face, eyes begging for you to slid lower and lower. But you wanted to hear the words coming from his sweet lips:

"Love, please"

He whimpers and you smirk, scooting down until you are knealing but your higher body is over his groin, his cock juts on your chest, hard and urging to be sucked.

When he felt the heat of your mouth meeting his cock, Adrian gripped onto the she sheets. His golden hair was spread on the bed like sunlight in a lake. You begin slowly, twirling your tongue around the pink head as your hand caressed his balls.

Then, with half of the length into your mouth, you sucked it vigorously, making beautiful moans come from Alucard's throat. He is seeing heaven and squirms to the sight of it.

You hold his hips on the bed as he squirms in pleasure and feels the dash of seed climbing up his urethra, the movements you make are sensual but passionated, and all the while you look into his eyes.

His warm sperm fills up your taste buds as Alucard leaves one last but sluttiest moan. You release his cock with an audible popping sound, sitting up on bed and peering down at him with a smirk.

Just seeing your beloved in a trance of pleasure makes you wet. He is receiving the treatment he deserves. A tear of pleasure slids down his cheek as his chest rises and falls.

Putting himself together, Alucard sits up in a swift, smooth motion. He smiles gidly at you, dressing his nightwear again.

You reach out to cup his heated cheeks, they were no longer red because of crying, but because of love. You place a wet kiss on his skin, his long eyelashes flutter like the wings of a butterfly.

Adrian then snuggles onto your bosom as your back rests on the soft pillows against the bedframe. Your hand sinks under his hair, massaging his scalp in soothing, delicated movements as he relaxes to your touch, blushing at your praises.

That way, you two fall asleep for that night. And when sadness knocks on his door, you are willing to pamper him again, no matter in what way it is.

[literary-motif]

how do you stay so consistent with your work without getting burnout/procrastinating and still maintaining the level of your writting doesn't it get monotonous??? Any tips on how to be consistent with your work without overwhelming ones self

Sometimes it does get monotonous -- not the writing, but what is being written. I feel like I only have so many ideas about the Sakuverse characters, and although requests bring a sort of gust of fresh air into my writing because I am forced to think about a specific scenario and build a scene from there, I wonder if perhaps the way I write and the way my mind interprets these requests might get a bit repetitive.

It takes me about two hours to write a one shot; from having a (vague) idea about what to write to having the full thing proofread and edited and ready to post. I used to have the time to spare back when I was finishing school -- especially after I had finished it and was doing some other stuff while waiting for university to start -- so I wrote a lot and put it all in a queue to post daily fics for about a month while I used that time to finish my Asirel novella.

Long story short, writing, in a way, is an art of habit. Again, I used to write about one fic a day back when I was in school, because I had the time. And I believe I've said before that I sat down and just did it -- no matter if I felt motivated or not. That's the art of it, in my opinion. Just to do it, even if you don't feel like it; more often than not, at least that's the case for me, the motivation will come during the process.

As for tips, that really depends on how you write and how your creative process works. I recommend creating a writing playlist (if you can stand listening to music while writing) and only putting it on when you sit down to write. Also, try changing the font to Comic Sans? It sounds ridiculous, but I've found it to further creativity.

What I think is the most practical advice is just do it, even if you don't feel like it. If you wait forever for the muse to strike you'll never get it done. I know starting is the hardest part, and overcoming that initial fear of staring at a blank document is the true mastery of the craft.

These are big words for someone who hasn't done a lot of writing recently, part of that is because I feel a little burnt out. The Asirel novela truly took everything out of me, and although I feel the need to slowly start writing again (for context: the novella was done by the end of autumn), I also have to admit that I currently really don't have the time for it. And I could make the time, but I'm also weary of pushing myself too hard this time around.

It will probably be a long time before I could get close to anything resembling my previous publishing schedule of daily fics, and hey, that's totally alright as well.

Despite what I said about writing even if you don't feel like it, it shouldn't feel like a chore. It's a hobby and a form of art -- and if you really don't want to do it then you shouldn't push yourself out of a sense of obligation.

[riddle-me-im-sirius]

Shattered Reflection

Miguel o'hara x Darling (reader)

NOT PROOF READ ( i continued writting this at 3am so the grammar and spelling might be wrong)

No use of y/n. I think?

Warning: None so far but (this fic might show a little obsessed miguel as the story goes on cause why not)

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In the bustling spider society's headquarter, Jessica Drew a.k.a Spider-Woman was embroiled in a heated conversation with their boss, Spider-Man 2099, A.K.A Miguel O'Hara. She was explaining the importance of teamwork and the need for a new recruit. The idea wasn't sitting well with Miguel though, and as usual, he was being stubbornly cold about it.

"The team's doing fine as it is, Jessica. We don't need a newbie slowing us down," Miguel stated, his arms folded across his chest. But before Jessica could respond, the door slid open, and in walked a figure that would soon change Miguel's perspective on 'newbies'.

There you were, (Y/N), the newest recruit. Your eyes sparkled with excitement and curiosity. The moment you walked in, your energy seemed to light up the room, it was as if you carried the sun in your personality. You were practically radiating positivity and enthusiasm.

"Guys, meet, our new teammate," Jessica introduced her, a proud smile on her face.

"Hello everyone" You said radiating with positiveness, while miguel was glaring dagger at jess.

Because how could she recruit someone when he already declined alot of times, moreover the newbie looked like she couldn't even kill a bug, how would she even help save the world when she looked so innocent.

'This newbie is gonna give me a headache'

Oh but how wrong miguel was..

The next few days were filled with his usual cold demeanor towards her. He kept his conversations short, his responses was curt. It was clear that he was keeping his distance.

But No matter how cold or distant he was, she would always greet him with a warm smile. Every morning, every meeting, every training session, your positivity was a constant. It was like a ray of sunshine that couldn't be dimmed.

As days turned into weeks, something in Miguel began to change. Every time he saw you, he couldn't help but notice that radiant smile of yours. It was infectious. And no matter how much he tried to keep his icy walls up, they seemed to be melting bit by bit.

One day, after a particularly grueling training session, Miguel found himself sitting alone in the mess hall. He was nursing a cup of coffee when you walked in. As usual, you greeted him with a beaming smile and a cheerful "Good Morning."

Miguel, for the first time, found himself returning the greeting with a small but genuine smile. You looked surprised, but your smile grew even wider.

And from then on Things started to change, Miguel found himself gravitating toward her sunny personality, he would start tolerating her personality, and teach her a thing or two but that did not mean miguel like her,no, he was just teaching the newbie how to survive when saving the world.

Right?

But this did not go unoticed by jess

"Soo changed your mind about having a new recruit?"

And miguel grumbled in response

"What do you want jess" he muttered

" she's a darling you know"

"Who?"

"You know who im talking about, Don't be so grump to her, she is doing her best, plus who knows maybe you guys can be acquinted"

"Don't talk nonsense i don't want to deal with an irritating person"

She's not irritating

"Whatever you say miguel, But you know she really is trying hard to be close to you, she even asked what was your favorute meal. She's a darling miguel. Don't be harsh on her"

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Im having a writer block while doing this since its already 3:42 am. I hope you guys enjoyed

Should i continue this? I mean this is just half way through the plot😭

Let me know what you guys think!

And also please let me know what you guys think about the story!! You can leave your thoughts on my inbox, if u want😊♡

[chlorinewriter]

Good and bad news on the Mishanks Holy Heathens fic for priest Mihawk & heathen Shanks. The good news is that I've more than tripled my wordcount from last time I posted about it and things are still going pretty strong. It's been fun!

The bad news is that I realized I can't have my cake and eat it, too. Not with this fic. I wanted a one-shot that was sexy and tense and still emotionally gut-wrenching but also put Mihawk and Shanks in a different beginning relationship than the original show/manga/etc and the format was just not working for that. Turns out jamming three in-depth flashbacks into a fight scene is sorta disruptive, lol. So! A short chaptered fic it shall be. I'm thinking 4 or 5 chapters. I have waaaay more of the back end written than the front, so it'll be a bit before I have the first chapter out. That said, another snippet before I post the first chapter sometime in the next week. You could say the Mihawk and Shanks first meeting does not quite go spectacularly:

Shanks accepts the roll of paper from Mihawk’s hand, eyebrow jumping and other hand remaining on his sword’s hilt. “What’s this?” he asks, already slipping the meticulously tied ribbon from the paper and unfurling it.

“An official writ,” Mihawk replies, and though he is standing easily, Yoru still on his back, the Redeemer is watchful. His faith is imbued through his body, hardening skin and muscles, and the limited foresight it grants him hovers at the edges of his awareness. There are too many possibilities right now for any one to stick out. That doesn't really matter. There will only be two that come to fruition.

At some point in time this heathen is going to start running, or he's going to fight. They always do. He’s almost surprised the man hadn’t taken off when he’d seen the distinctive black and red robes Mihawk is wearing.

Probably a fight, then.

Lips moving soundlessly as he scans the paper, nonetheless Shanks appears to have no other trouble reading the writ and Mihawk is mildly surprised. Many of the godless he’s been sent after couldn’t even read their own condemnations. With the long scars over his one eye, a salt and sweat stained white shirt, and a weathered blue cloak far from immaculate, Shanks looks like he should be part of that group of grimy illiterates, but... He carries himself differently.

Occasionally the infidel pauses, and slowly his eyebrows drop into a furrow. After a few moments, Shanks looks up. And there is no dread in his face when he says, “I’m being denounced by the Holy First?”

“It is a Writ of Denouncement, yes.” Though the information is on the paper, there’s something searching in the other man’s gaze that makes Mihawk restless, and he adds, “You are called to the Holy See for judgement.”

“And you’re gonna accompany me there?” Shanks smiles, and from someone else it would have been mirthless. Not so with him. The grin actually seems amused, even warm. Mihawk inclines his head stiffly, his instincts warring with the discomfiting charisma of the other man as Shanks continues. “And I’ll – what? Be given a fair and just trial in the eyes of your Lord?”

“Your guilt is decided,” Mihawk retorts sharply, and it is not as easy to deliver the script as it usually is in the face of that grin. “Our Lord,” extra emphasis on our, as if Mihawk has anything to prove, “knows your wicked heart. What remains is your punishment.”

“Ah. Right. My wicked heart.” Shanks checks the paper, looks back up. “So what is the punishment, for, ah...” He reads off the list, ironic in his studiousness. “Consorting with demons, misleading the populace, decrying the Church, accosting Church officials, challenging Church doctrine, encouraging heretical tenets, displaying heretical uses of faith, waylaying shipments meant for Church officials, throwing spoiled produce at–”

“It is not for me to decide,” Mihawk interrupts. He forgot how long the list was. It also had not occurred to him when he read it in the Holy See that there were no murders or similarly violent offenses on the list. Though he seems to remember the priest who had been splattered with the fruit claiming it had been done with the enthusiasm of a most pernicious assault. That had caused quite a stir in the cathedral, a few years ago.

He doesn’t think he’s been called to track down – and execute upon resistance – a heretic such as this before. Not that it matters. It doesn’t. Such are the orders of the Lord.

Mihawk banishes the thoughts creeping unformed in the corners of his mind, reaches back to grip Yoru with deliberate and blatant threat.  

“I will see you before the Holy First. One way or another.”

Shanks’ hand tightens around the writ, crumpling the paper, and though there is still no fear in his direct gaze, he takes a few steps back. Mihawk's faith-imbued eyes can see something bright beginning to coalesce in the pirate's chest, and with a jarring mix of butcher-knife interest and muted disappointment Mihawk realizes this is going exactly where he knew it would.

Somehow, for just a moment, he'd thought...

“I don’t want to fight you, Redeemer Mihawk,” Shanks says quietly.

Yoru makes a shivery, beautiful peal as he pulls it from its sheathe, and the familiar sound loosens the tightness in Mihawk's chest. “Wise,” he replies, arching the sword one–handed over his head in a movement as natural as it is graceful. “Fighting any Redeemer is ill-advised.”

The blade ends up pointed unwaveringly at the heathen, but Shanks is not looking at Yoru. He still has that searching expression on his face, demanding and expectant as his eyes catch at Mihawk’s. “Not the Redeemers. I just don’t want to fight you."

[totaldramafan-lauri]

uhm hi!, I just want to say I love your're work and how you write things!. It makes me really want to try writing for myself... When i found your account on Tumblr i was a little shy to talk to you since i was amaze by you're writing, charactization and how it makes me so happy at times! I hope you don't quit on this fic because i really love Golden cheese. There are so many little content of my Goddess and I was really happy when i found your work in ao3...!

I love you're other works too and dang the smut on those chapters is fire, i love it! especially when i favor affogato too! You're writting is so incredible it makes me cry! in a good way ofc!!!, your writing is impressive. Please keep it going and don't quit.. Im rooting for you!! thank you for making this fic because i was tired searching for a fic that fits my standards and you're fic was. just so right for me i started to read your other works!.. i wish you can gain more papolarity to be honest!! you deserved it because of how fatastic and beautiful your charactization are! wish you the best on luck!! and dont overdue it because you're health matters and that's the soppose top priority and hoping you are well!

Can't wait for the two endings on Chapter 10 and 11! i wonder if its sad and happy endings? oh well! i'll take it if its sad and i was curious if one of the ending take on the route of the Golden cheese kingdom being destroyed :( (Golden cheese didn't deserve getting her kingdom nuked so much) if it does though I will cry like a baby because i know its going to be sad if its your writing!! in a good way!

I was a little worried that you have given up on the fic but i was happy you uploaded! i was kicking, giggling that you uploaded the chapter 9! it was worth the 2 month wait on how much we are making out with the goddess!

when i read Chapter 9, i was so happy that i can see the reader finally getting what they deserved for a long long time!, I wonder what her Radiance thoughts of us in her perspective but I know they see us cute when how many times different people tell us how cute we are, including the friends that we, reader met!...

And when i was reading on the middle part on the chapter 9, where we tried to be pretty to her Radiance, dress up nicely and it indeed as a fail, but... h-holy crap i didn't know her Radiance can get GET THAT AGGRESSIVE and i was trembling and blushing, i was so flustered!!! I rarely blsuh on fics but these, these was an exception that i was happy to be blushing about.

I Love how aggressive her Radiance get when she found us so precious! I was losing alot of breath on that part, it took me a 30 minute break to stop blushing so c-crazily!... I love love your're writing on her Radiance!!!! I Love it!!! it makes me cry so much that i finally found a good read on her Radiance! I was crying at some point at the Reader trauma because of how much suffered.. but her Radiance comforted the reader and i was in so much thoughts on how i wish that could be me in real life..

if its a little rude of me, pls don't respond.. when her Radiance and the Reader is making out, isn't there a 50/50 chance someone could be walking pass our room hearing the Reader and her Radiance making out?

Im a simp, to much of a simp that i keep getting back and forth, back and forth on the chapter 9 because of how good the writing was! It was so long and long and i love it!!! i love it so much

I don't know how to log in on Ao3 so im writing this to you on Tumblr:) sorry for my long blabbering or if there are word mistakes ;)..

(S-so, so, so sorry for the late reply, aaaaaaaa- I-I was away from my computer yesterday @////@)

HOLY CR- *falls over* DTFHFDJHDGJFDJN!?!?!!? O///////O

C-comment about fic- LONG comment about fic- T-two in a row- What- What-!?!!?!?

I-I.....WHAT!?!!? *cough* O-OK- hhhhhhhhi!?!!?

U-uh.....I-I'm really really glad you enjoy my writing! L-like I said before, I'm trying my best to finish this thing, but I ask you to be patient with me, cuz I'm a perfectionist and I want these chapters to be as good as I can get them...! I especially don't wanna rush the ending....and NO, I'm not spoiling ANYTHING about the ending! I-I'm not taking your bait! You just gotta wait and see! X/////P

Trust me, a lotta chapter 9 made me, like....internally scream.....and I was also SUPER worried about posting that chapter cuz of it....Worried if I was going overboard with the *cough* indulgence, and if that'll make people uncomfy at all.....I-I know that it's X Reader and that kinda stuff is the FUN of X Reader, but I dunno, I was stressing out over if I should tone the steamy stuff down- ESPECIALLY the bathroom scene, a-and what happens in that part...S-so to hear that that was the scene that effected you so strongly makes me feel relieved....like, yay, it did its job.....? X/////D

A-and to answer your question, uh....no, that's not gonna happen in the fic, sorry. B-but if you wanna know how I'd write it if it did happen, it'd be this: She would LITERALLY take pride in that. X/////D Like....she would just keep going. She does NOT care who listens. Everyone around her worships her and wouldn't dare do anything to oppose her, so why stop? She knows they're not gonna interrupt her. Heck, she's probably AIMING to be heard, since she encourages the reader to be as loud as they can be while she's taking them. The more noise, the better...It's something that f-feeds her ego, heh......>///////> I-if they're just walking past without being noticed, on the other hand, then nothing's gonna come of that either....(I-I'm thinking way too hard about a hypothetical scenario IT'S NOT HAPPENING OK THIS WAS JUST FOR FUN BFBHNFSHF >//////<)

Th-thanks so much again! I-I don't mind the rambling! I'm a rambler myself, and hearing people talk about specific parts they like is my favorite thing, trust me! ^//////^ O-oh, and thanks for checking out my other stuff, too! (I'm still very attached to Naivete, it's my baby haha) As for the comment about....w-wanting more popularity for me....uh....th-thanks, but I'm not sure how I'd deal with being popular....I-I'd rather not shove my writing in people's faces.....Anyone who stumbles upon my stuff should only read it if they WANNA....(Also keep in mind that I'm an adult so I want only adults to read my work, and that kinda narrows my intended audience a bit ^^;)

I-I'm aiming to get the next chapter done either by the end of July or in early August, so.....i-if I go over, feel free to yell at me, I guess....? H-happy to provide food for you, fellow simp......!

[dells-bells]

Hello ! 😁

So I’m kinda obsessed with your star wars fic and I was wondering if you were planning on writting more soon? (Not to stress you or anything, I’m just genuinely curious)

Also do you have perhaps any WIP or solmething like that (with Obi-wan being the one in trouble. Or maybe Anakin AND Obi-wan) that you wouldn’t mind sharing? If not, it’s alright of course

Babes! 🥺 I’m so touched that you enjoy my fic! Thank you for sharing that with me 🫂 I am planning to write more; life has just gotten in the way, but I am still heavily obsessed with Qui-Gon Jinn and his two disaster children

I do have something 👀

I believe the intention with this one (I started it a month ago so details are a bit fuzzy!) is Qui-Gon was just returning from a day away and got home a little earlier than expected:

When Qui-Gon Jinn opened the door to his quarters, the absolute last thing he expected to see was the sight that greeted him this particular evening. Evidently, the occupants of his apartment were equally shocked, as a sudden hush fell over the room, and they all looked at him with mingled expressions of joy, horror, shock, and dismay.

Qui-Gon took in the sight of the four children in front of him, unsure whether he ought to sigh or chuckle at the state of them. Each one of them was covered head to toe in dripping mud; it was as endearing to witness as it was a complete and utter mess spoiling the floors of his apartment.

He could hardly recognize them through the mud, but their Force signatures were unmistakable, and there was no doubt in his mind that if he were to catch four people dripping mud in his apartment, it would be none other than Obi-Wan, Anakin, Quinlan, and Aayla.

The air in the room was so still he was almost certain they were all holding their breaths.

“My,” he said mildly, stepping further into the apartment as the door quietly shut behind him.

Obi-Wan and Quinlan looked to each other as Anakin looked to them and Aayla attempted to look anywhere else, meeting no one’s gaze.

The urge to laugh was getting stronger.

“Dare I ask?”

“Master, it’s not what it looks like,” Obi-Wan began.

Qui-Gon raised his brow, quite curious as to how it could be anything but what it looked like.

“We were only… you see, what happened was… well, what I mean to say is…”

Quinlan flourished his muddy hand, loose droplets splattering before him. “You are not seeing this right now.”

Obi-Wan elbowed him hard in the side, the mud squelching. “You idiot!”

“I’m joking!” Quinlan yelped. “I wouldn't really try to mind trick your master!”

Again, Qui-Gon supplied mentally, recalling a time in Quinlan and Obi-Wan’s early youth when, desperate to not receive a well-earned spanking for mischief they’d gotten into, Quinlan had tried doing just that.

“I’ll tell you what, young ones,” Qui-Gon spoke calmly, looking at each one of them in turn, holding his gaze on them even after their eyes darted away in guilt and embarrassment, “we can discuss this matter in detail after you all have bathed. Aayla, you take the refresher first. Boys, each of you find a corner until it’s your turn.”

“The corner?” Anakin whined in dismay.

“Yes, little one,” Qui-Gon affirmed. “Quinlan, I am going to step out to fetch you and your padawan fresh clothes from your apartment down the hall. I expect each of you to be exactly where you have been told to be when I return. Have I made that expectation clear?”

He received four quiet “Yes, Masters”. He nodded.

“Very well. I will return momentarily.”

Only when he was on the other side of the door, alone in the privacy of the deserted hallway, did Qui-Gon allow himself to laugh aloud.

He would treasure the precious memory of the sight of the four of them dripping mud for quite some time.

There you have it! I have a few spanktember fics sitting in the dusty drafts folders that I may one day return to, but I hope to be able to post something again soon! I miss writing these guys 💙

[embossross]

Let’s get started by the start : HEY ROSS HOW ARE YOU 🤩🤩 ??? I'm so happy to read you after all this time !! I had to admit that for a few weeks, i thougt you have abandonned the writting (no pressure here, you know it). How’s the new job ?? I’ve missed you !

For once, this won't be a live-reaction, I'm on vacation and still in bed, and I was so engrossed in my reading that I didn't take the time to grab a second screen.

My poor girl, at first, and this is most certainly intentional on your part, I thought she already knew about the videos and was just leaving the country like « no, this is too much for me, bye lol 🫡 » but then I understood this need to no longer exist and indeed, what could be better than an airport ? Which is ambivalent, because your identity is meticulously controlled there, and at the same time, it's often where you find the biggest crowds of anonymous people, idk if you know what I mean.

Takashi.. when I think I felt bad for that guy.. lol I hope someone (Shuji) will make him suffer like he makes Doc suffer.

Poor thing.. the two « men in her life » are vengeful bastards.

Her mental breakdown when Hanma wanted to take her home was incredible, so relatable. I think if I'd had a handbag, I'd probably have attacked him with it.

And Hanma.. Oh Hanma, I have to admit that even if I'd have attacked him, and even if I would like him dead, I think I'd still have ended up following him, because he'd be the last constant in my life. But the suicide threat is so much « her » too, and so much more logical. Who'd want that raving lunatic Hanma Shuji as their only marker (except me, lol)?

So now what can happen to her ? To them ? I'm worried but so excited to find out !!

By the way, are you prioritizing FHMTH before moving on to another fic or were you just indulging us, given the suspense of the last chapter ?

See youuuu 💕💕

awww thank you so much! i was pretty iffy on this one, so i'm glad you liked it 🥹🥹🥹 my job has been great! it's not even that busy. it just has completely changed my schedule and i haven't built in good writing times, so i've slowed down a lot. i'm so close to the finished line for this one, and i vow i will finish no matter what.

and on that note, yep i am prioritizing fhmty! we're in the middle of the final arc, and i want to stick close to it and see my vision finally all come together!

i love the way you describe the feeling of being in an airport! and i know exactly what you mean. i've been doing some travel for work and i realized it was the perfect liminal space as reader hovers on the precipice of a decision. they're just neat tbh. and i am so glad you thought she was skipping out of town! i structured the start of the chapter that way on purpose to trick you!!! i love when stuff works!

thank you for liking the breakdown at the end. it's honestly the part of the chapter i'm most on the fence about. i worried it lacked subtlety, so it's a relief that it was cathartic to readers :)

anyway you are so absolutely kind and i hope you have a fantastic time on vacation!!!

[aloneatpeace]

Hello there so I have questions about my fic two fic actually I was writting the bts fan fic and i apologise for hand I have no experience in writing what so ever . And the member are real right they're real people, it's not like when I write fic Derek Hale or sam Winchester they are fictional character right.

So I've been writing Apocalyptic world new chapter and it is set in decades in future and the reader is female but i do not mentioning the name , age , hair colour, eye colour , skin colour or body type or nationality this is for everyone you get it right.

As said I'm new and some of the fic I saw the word. 'Hyung' i know the meaning and older brother I got it from goggle and further 'unnie' 'nonna' wait there is one more and 'oppa'

Okey back to the matter I saw an article type of thingy where someone said bts fanfic are whitewashed or something i don't understand it or clearly remember it (i have the memory span of dory sorry for that).

And I thought is that a problem? If it is am i also doing it unintentionally? I don't know and Kim namjoon Kim seokjin min yoongi Jung hoseok park jimin Kim taehyung Jeon jungkook are real person right and I'm writing a fic with the. As characters but it doesn't have anything do with the real person.

Apocalyptic world taken place when the world is hit with nuke and solar flare and zombie and all that stuff going on and the world started again from new system and stuff and bunch of psychotic scientists trying to find cure by lock teens up and plotting all kind of tests .

So the wicked have children all over the world in name research and resuce they put to maze wiped their memory .

Take that in i thought maybe i shouldn't add 'hyung or 'unine' or 'Noona' or 'oppa ' and taking that as they were all same age so i didn't find any problem with it

But when I tried to write on new chapter of Fall of Empire. Which is set in historical period of time but it not accurate or real pure fiction( i hated studying history in class because i always mess up the years and numerous time I had to rewrite and huge as essay it still gives me nightmares.) So my question is should I add that all I mean no disrespect to any of them or anyone. again I want the reader inserted as I said before not mentioning the name , age , hair colour, eye colour , skin colour or body type or nationality.

For me fanfic of any character have been a safe space where I know nothing could hurt me and I have my comfort character with me as sad as that I'm not embarassed to admit and I know there is people out there like me and I want you to enjoy your reading time.

And also I'm so so sorry for not updating any of my fic I am trying trust me one moment I have the stroy plot line in my mind but the moment i sit down to write nothing comes and worried about my exam and i haven't covered the syllabus yet so I'm sorry for not updating I will update as soon as I can . .

And thank for all the interaction with my fic not just my bts fic but all my fic i appreciate your efforts and thank you.

[thesoftanon]

The disk of my mind resents your heart - Mango x Green

okay, I know what you're thinking-

BUT!

this fic came to me whie I was sleeping. I played my spotify on shuffle and "Hola" by miranda starte playing, I woke up in cold sweat and I have been writting this fic since 3AM because I couldn't let it go.

Anyways enjoy the fic!

TW: use of alcohol, middly detailed making out

"Ugh, are you for real? Purple I love you as much as a friend can love but you can't ask me to-" green was about to complain once again, not quite ready to forgive mango after everything he had done.

"GREEN! PLEASE!" Purpled begged "He's not that bad! He is trying to change for the better with a therapist and everything! Please… I can't lose him too when he's trying to fix thing" there was a deeper bond than what everyone thought between purple and mango "I just- I'm not asking you to forgive him right away, I'm just asking you to give him a chance"

"Fine… but I won't like it" green finally agreed. What a foolish mistake.

…

"I'm bored" Mango had to listen for the fifth time in a row, trying to keep calm and stay civil

"We could-" 

"No, I don't wanna" green didn't lift their eyes their phone

"You didn't even listen to me!" 

"I don't need to!" Mango took a deep breath, getting up to get something from his chest. Green stared at him curiously, but didn't say anything.

"Take a picture, it last longer" Mango catched them staring "If you're not willing to talk or do anything with me might as well play some music at least, I don't like silence" he explained as he put a disk in the jukebox and the melody of Hola by Miranda started playing. 

"Huh, didn't take you for a Spanish guy" 

"Que se supone que significa eso?" Mango raised an eyebrow at that, green just shrugged, not sure about what mango just said. The taller stick just rolled his eyes, going back to sit.

"Quiero conocerte, cambiarías un poquito de mi suerte?" Mango sang softly, tapping his foot at the rhythm of the music "Sigue la corriente, el impulso de tu piel nunca te miente~"

Out of his inventory mango took out some of his special bottles, offering one to green. They reluctantly took it and drank a bit, it tasted like berries with something a little bitter but sweet overall… It was pretty nice and soon enough they had finished.

They could hear mango chuckle in the background "easy there, you don't wanna get drunk so easily" he taunted to which green scoffed

"I know my limits and this ain't it!"

…

Green wasn't really drunk but he was tipsy enough to act different as his more collected self.

The same song from the start started playing again, and Mango stood up

"Hola que tal, ¿cómo te va?" He offered his hand to green, an invitation to dance "qué frase más vulgar… con la que me voy a presentar~"

The shorter stick figure didn't know if they blushed out of the alcohol in their veins or something they wouldn't admit yet but they were too drunk to care, so they took his hand.

"EL DISCO DE MI MENTE SE RESIENTE CON TU CORAZÓN!" Mango danced silly but happy, a part of him green didn't know yet. Green danced along, making a party only for the two of them.

But thanks to their drunk state it was a matter of time before green stumbled with themself and feel on top mango

"¡El disco de tu corazón! ¡El disco de tu corazón!"

They were so close they could feel each other's breaths, mango looked up to green only to see his stare back, and despite his better judgment he looked down to green's lips. Green mimicked.

"¿No ves que es necesario terminar en una habitación? ¡Invítame a tu habitación! ¡Invítame a tu invitación!"

It was so close, keeping it together was hard for both of them, and green wasn't strong enough to stop what was going to happen.

(Un)Luckily, Mango was a strong and arrogant bitch.

"Hey, I knew you liked me but this is a bit too sudden don't you think?" He smiled smugly despite his growing blush. Green shoved him down and got up, blushing a darker hue of their color.

"W-WHA- FUCK OFF!" They blushed even harder as something warm inside his belly started to form hearing a genuine happy laugh of mango. Green decided it loathing.

"Wait-wait- tehehe… I'm not making fun of you I swear!" That was the last thing green could hear as they left with a slam.

He was drunk, he would just forget about it, right?

…

No, he was not drunk enough to just forget.

In fact, he thought about it every night. Without a fail, they couldn't help but wonder what would have happen if mango hadn't been a bitch and-

Hold up.

W H A T.

He was not supposed to feel like this! They were not supposed to wonder if mango's soft lips tasted as sweet as they seem, or how they would feel against their chapped ones.

This was becoming a growing problem given that green couldn't help but being an embarrassed ass whenever mango was near, now even second was wondering why green hated mango's guts so much, resulting in more meetings that ended with mango's arrogant smile and green's pissed face.

But all those meetings had their results, and green couldn't stop themself from staring.

Staring at mango with his own music skills that amazed them, staring at how weirdly cute was whenever mango got mad but contained himself because he was trying to get better at it, staring in anger as Jacob flirted once again with mango, staring at his relaxed face when no one was looking, staring at incredibly unique moments of genuine happiness, a gentle laughs that sometimes -if happy enough- even had little hiccups! Yeah, green stared a lot.

…

It was yet another party and green was yet again glaring at mango and jacob in the distance.

"Dude, seriously, what is your problem?" yellow asked worried "he has made an effort to change, you saw it, I saw it, everyone saw it!"

However, green chose to ignore them "I'm gonna get another drink at the kitchen, wait here" they failed to see how mango followed them, taking his staff out and closing the door behind him.

Green turned around only to change his confused face to an annoyed frown "what do you want now?"

Mango huffed getting closer, green stood there too pissed to care about what he had to say  "It's getting annoying how hard you tried to pretend you hate me" and green's confidence faltered a little "specially when we both know what would have happen that night if I didn't stop you" 

Taking a step backwards each step mango took closer, green ended bumping into the counter "I don't know what you're talking about!" They denied

"Really? That cute little blush in your face says otherwise" Touching their own face green could feel the heat. Fuck.

"I-I was drunk! It didn't mean anything!" They kept denying, but mango just chuckled so deep it shook the deepest of green's soul 

"Do you really think I don't see when you're looking at me?" Green stood dumbfounded, they tried to make a run for it but mango just grabbed them back with his staff and this time used his arms to trap green against the counter "stop being a coward and face me, you either hate me or love me…" he gently cupped green's face.

"I-I hate you! I do! I really do!" In desperate embarrassment, Green tried yet again to deny their feelings.

"Stop me then" he answered, grabbing the other's chin and slowly pulling closer, closing his eyes and hovering his thumb over green's lips.

Green just shut his eyes close, this was really happening and now he couldn't blame it on the alcohol. They could scream for help to stop it or just shove him away… but they didn't want to.

Green awaited for the kiss that never arrived, or at least not until they opened their eyes again, seeing the mischievous smile on mango's face "I told you, you don't hate me" And kissed him.

It was glorious, it was soft and gentle yet sparkling and it gave green a bubbly sensation at the bottom of their stomach (and it did, in fact, taste like mango). They needed more, so they sat on the counter without breaking the kiss, getting comfortable to keep kissing him. Suddenly mango bit their bottom lip, making green gasp and letting mango's tongue inside green's mouth. The kiss became more heated as mango placed his hands on green's hips and green theirs on mango's head, deepening the make-out session.

But eventually both had to stop for air, disconnecting slowly and opening eyes only to stare at each other. Green felt very self conscious about it afterwards, mango could sense it, so he spoke.

"I don't go around kissing everyone. That's why I didn't kiss you back at my room"

"But… what changed?" Green was confused

The king smiled "I got to know you, even in your cute tsundere way"

"I am NOT a cute little tsundere! Shut it!"

"Really? Cause I can test that theory right now~" he winked, green just rolled their eyes and kissed him again…

… until hearing the pterodactyl screech of purple, who just walked in to see the kiss.

Welp, that will be one hard to explain.

[itsjustmyfantasyroom]

Past midnight.

This is two stories and is dedicated to @detective-giggles who got me on to 9-1-1 lone star, which I have fallen in love with. These two fic’s are based on a scene in episode two and it was too hard to pick between Nick and Rafael, so I wrote it for them both. Nick’s fic is first and after the **** is Rafi’s.

Warnings: Start of smut and fluff.

WC: 1672

Enjoy x

You weren’t surprised when the message came through from Nick just as you walked into your apartment after the shit show that the day was. The cases were coming in back-to-back, in-between court and you were all pretty much working by yourselves on cases to try and get on top of them all. It was just what you needed, just a quick lay, then get home to try and get some sleep and hope that you all didn’t get called in with more crimes being committed over the weekend.

You told him to give you half an hour, quickly jumping into the shower, putting on a new matching silk thong set you had picked up a couple of weeks ago, slipping on a green sundress and flip flops walking out the door to get a cab. The cab pulled up and you made your way into Nick’s apartment building taking the lift up to the 15th floor and walking down to his door.

You could feel your arousal already building up, your core clenching around nothing, just thinking about the last time he drove you into his mattress. It was Nick that made the first move and you had pushed for it just be friends with benefits. He said he was fine with it, but deep down he wanted so much more with you, but he figured that was a good start and you were only sleeping with each other so it was ok, he had no one to be jealous of.

You knocked hard and stood back slightly waiting for him to answer the door. When it opened, your eyes racked over his appearance, a fresh shirt undone just enough to show off his collar bones, fresh pants, sleeves rolled, just a pair of socks on and smelling divine. Nick moved out of the way, and you rushed inside all but pouncing on him, pushing him even more into the wall as you pushed the door shut behind you. Your lips crashing on his and your hands going to his shirt buttons undoing them as fast as you could. Nick pulled back from you and you looked up at him biting your bottom lip,

“Y/N, slow down” Nick chuckled as your lips landed on his neck and you pushed yourself into his crotch “Y/N” Nick grabbed your wrist’s pulling them away from him, stopping your movements and you looked up at him confused.

“What’s wrong?” you looked up at him panting, wondering why he stopped you.

Nick’s eyes were soft and tender and he looked down at you with a small smile, one hand letting go of your wrist and coming up cradle your cheek, his long thumb running under your chin affectionately. Nick kissed your cheek and he nodded towards his living area. Your eyes blew open and your mouth opening slightly when you looked at his dining room table.

Two long lit candles in sliver candle holders between two plates with cutlery set up across from each other. You had been so wrapped up in trying to get Nick’s shirt off, that you hadn’t even notice the amazing smell of whatever was cooking flowing from the kitchen,

“What’s all this?” You looked up at Nick surprised.

Nick brought one hand to rest on your hip and the other went to your arm,

“I just wanted to treat you; we have been eating out all week and I thought a home cooked meal would be good for both of us” he smiled down at you.

Nick grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the table, moving the chair out for you to sit down and then walked to the fridge getting a bottle of white wine, walking back, pouring you a glass and handing it to you.

“But Nick, its past midnight. I thought- “

Nick sat down his glass and the bottle, walking around to crouch down next to you, his hands resting on your leg. You turned slightly looking down at him, one of your hands going on top of his,

“Y/N, I wanted to spend some time with you. I don’t just want to call you anymore in the middle of the night, to- well yeah. I want more and I would like more with you. I have feelings for you, I don’t want it just to be for that, I want to go out on dates, I want to show you off, I want you to be emotionally and physically all mine” Nick let out a deep breath that he didn’t know he had been holding and he looked up at you, your eyes meeting his amazing brown ones.

You let go of his hands, reaching both up to cup his cheeks and you lent forward pressing your lips slowly to his. Both of Nick’s hands left your lap and came up grab into your arms, as he moved to kneel on his knees. The kiss was soft and slow. You pulled back and kissed Nick’s forehead, he grinning up at you,

“So, this is our first date?”

“Well, yeah if you want it to be. I know I do”

You nodded and titled your head to the side,

“I would like that. Although, I don’t usually sleep with people on the first date, but for you I’ll make exception”

 *******************************************************************************************************************

It was exactly an hour from the moment you sent the message till the moment there was a knock on the door. You had gotten home at 11.30 pm, Amanda dropping you off after a long night in Rafael’s office. You quickly freshened up and got to organising your signature ravioli and pumpkin bake, throwing it in the oven and shooting Rafael a text asking if he wanted to come over.

He had needed it; you had needed it. You wanted to feel his weight on top of you and he wanted your hands running along his bare skin. The friends with benefits had been going on for a while, he had even taken you to a city hall event, but no matter how many hints you dropped, he never took the hint that you wanted more, so you kept just doing what you had been doing.

You didn’t want to lose what you had with him and you knew that it could be awkward working with him if in the end he didn’t want to take the next step, but you needed to say something, your feelings had grown, you needed to take the step to know where you stood.

You swung the door open to a smirking Rafael, no jacket, suspenders on show, tie gone with top button undone to show off his under shirt and his sleeves rolled up. Rafael walked towards you, backing you into your apartment, slamming the door shut with his foot, his hands going to your hips pushing you up against the wall. Rafael started to kiss you roughly before he started to kiss down to your neck, rolling his hips into you and his hands slid down from your hips and started to slide up under your t shirt dress.  

“Rafi” your hands went to his shoulders, his lips pressed into your neck. “Rafael, wait” You reached down stopping his hands and he pulled back from you looking up at you with a confused look on his face.

“Ah- is everything ok?” Rafael stepped back from you, his hands going to his hips and confused.

You smiled at him, your hand going to his writs, you tugged on it and pulled him toward your small dinning room off the kitchen. Rafael’s eyes scanned the small 4-seater table, a bottle of wine and two glasses sitting between two place settings and a ding of the oven rang through the apartment,

“Everything is fine, I just wanted to do something nice for you. We have been so busy and I just wanted to talk to you, spend time with you”

“But it’s late, it’s past midnight. You usually only message this late when-” he trailed off, his eyes back on the table.

“I know. That’s what I wanted to talk to you about” Rafael looked back at you with an eye brow raised and you took a deep breath “I like you Rafi, a lot. I let my emotions creep in and I tried to shake them away, but I can’t. I know you may not feel the same, but I can’t keep kidding myself-“

Rafael cut you off, his hands going to your face pulling you into him, his lips meeting yours. The kiss was deep, but sweet. Your hands going to rest on his wrists. After a long moment Rafael broke the kiss, leaning back to lock eyes with you. A smile pulling to his face making his eyes wrinkle and his thumbs ran along your cheeks,

“My heart has been broken and I have closed myself off for such a long time. You were the first person, in a really long time to break through my walls and I didn’t stop you, I didn’t want to stop you. I like how you make me feel. I have feelings for you too, I like you a lot Y/N. I want to take you out; I want the whole world to know your mine”

“You- you feel the same?” you blinked up at him.

“I do. I have for a while. Just took you making the first move” Rafael winked down at you.

“You feel the same?” you repeated and Rafael nodded back grinning down at you.

You jumped on him, your arms around his neck and his hands going around your middle pulling you into him,

“I’ am guessing this is our first date?”

“I was hoping so” you pulled back grinning at him.

“Only because its 1 am and what you have cooked smells amazing, is the only reason we are staying in. As soon as this trial is over we are going out and whole world is going to know that your mine”

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[fallin-4-ya]

Precautionary Purposes

cedric diggory x reader

summary: you and cedric have been best friends for years; but ever since ginny suggested you dip your toes in the dating world, you find your dates becoming more and more horrible with no explaination.

request: please write a fic about a fem hufflepuff reader who’s best friends with Cedric, they both are in love w each other but can’t work up the courage to confess bc they don’t think it’s mutual and it might ruin their friendship. So maybe Ginny tells her she should start going on dates, so George, Dean and other guys ask her on different dates, and Cedric can’t stand it so he finds ways to sabotage their dates.

warnings: mentions vomit once but besides that none!

You finally sat in the Hufflepuff common room after a long day of classes. Excited to catch up on your favorite book, you took a seat on the yellow velvet couch closest to the fireplace. As soon as you were cozy and began reading, a certain distraction entered the common room. Cedric Diggory. The boy you had basically been head over heels in love with since third year. Cedric was everything you could dream about in a guy; he was tall, devilishly handsome, incredibly kind and loyal. On paper he was nothing short of perfect, but there was an itty-bitty problem. He was your absolute best friend and he had no romantic feelings for you whatsoever. So rather than admitting anything, you saved your friendship the trouble and buried your feelings for him deep, deep down. Although they did have a nasty habit of making their way to the surface every once in a while.

‘Hello, Earth to Y/N.’ Said Cedric and pulled you out of your trance.

‘Oh! Hey, Ced. How’s your day been?’ you questioned into his dreamy eyes.

‘Not bad, the Weasley twins played a great prank in-‘ he started, but you lost him somewhere after the Weasley Twins. You couldn’t help yourself but to get distracted by every sense of his being. This boy was going to be the absolute death of you. You had it bad. Really bad.

The next day you headed over to Ginny at breakfast. You slammed your books onto the Gryffindor table and took a seat beside her. She looked you up and down and smiled.

‘Wow, Y/N. You look terrible.’ Ginny said jokingly, ‘Got a case of the Diggory’s do you?’

‘Very funny, Ginny.’ Sarcasm dripping from your tongue.

‘I just don’t understand what you two are waiting for. I mean, he clearly likes you, and you clearly like him, so I’m not seeing the problem.’ She remarked back.

‘Well,’ you said getting frustrated, ‘what do you suppose I do about it, Gin.’

‘If I were you,’ offered Ginny, ‘I’d probably go on a date or two. You know, distract myself, keep my options open.’

‘Keep my options open…’ you pondered aloud, ‘Thanks, Ginny!’

The day following breakfast was very uneventful. Well, at least before Ginny told her brothers about the conversation you two had at breakfast. The next thing you knew after charms, you had a very attractive younger Weasley Twin approach you in the corridors, asking you to accompany him to Hogsmeade tomorrow. You blushed furiously and nodded your head yes.

(‘Like, um, on a date?’ ‘Yes, Y/N, like a date.’)

When you headed to the common room later that evening you were stopped by a rather stern looking Cedric. ‘Hey, Ced. Are you alright?’ you questioned, raising your brow.

‘Why didn’t you tell me you were going on a date with George Weasley?!’ he said.

‘Oh, um, I don’t know. I just didn’t think it was that important. Plus I just assumed you didn’t want to know and-‘

‘What makes you think I didn’t want to know?’ Cedric asked deadpanned. But before you could think of an answer he brushed off, ‘You know what, never mind. I’m sorry I said anything. You two will have a great time. Good night, Y/N.’ And with that he was off, leaving you stood absolutely bewildered in the Hufflepuff common room, wondering why Cedric was so concerned about a silly little date.

The very next day next day you were sitting across from George Weasley in The Three Broomsticks. You had to admit, the afternoon was going so smoothly. George was a wonderful date: he was sweet, funny and kind; but there was one problem, he wasn’t Cedric. And although as much as you wished the cute ginger in front of you could distract you, it was of no use.

However, a loud crash pulled you out of your thoughts; and before you had any time to react, you and George were covered in sticky butterbeer. Madame Rosmerta apologized profusely, ‘Oh my goodness, it's like I tripped on thin air. I’m sorry, my darlings!’

Suddenly you saw a hand reach out and give you a towel, ‘You alright there, Y//N?’ Cedric said revealing himself, ‘We were sitting over there and watched the whole thing happen. Rotten luck, Weasley.’

‘No problem, Diggory. Me and Y/N were just finishing up anyways.’ He smiled sweetly at you and glared at Cedric, ’Why don’t we head back to the castle and get you cleaned up?’

And with that you and George Weasley headed back up to Hogwarts. After much chatter, you both agreed you had a wonderful time but enjoyed each other’s company better as friends. You definitely weren’t upset at the notion, especially considering the very next day Dean Thomas asked you out. Shocked but slightly satisfied, you agreed to take a walk with him by the black lake. You two were really enjoying your time together; Dean was respectful and genuine, which made your heart slightly a flutter. Not the way Cedric did of course, but enough to distract you from the Diggory’s, as Ginny liked to call it.

 Things were going well, and Dean reached out for your hand. However, as soon as he grabbed a hold of your fingertips, dung bombs erupted from his robes filling your nose with the foulest smell. 

‘I’m so sorry, Y/N!  I have no idea how those got there!’ said Dean, rushing back towards the castle. Leaving you with the second failed date of the week.

‘What’s the matter, Y/N?’ Cedric greeted you at  dinner, ‘Dean Thomas didn’t stand you up did he?’

‘Nope, even worse.’ You chuckled, ‘Dung bombs went off in his robes. You know, I’d forgotten how bloody horrible those smelt.’

 Your eyes met his and both of you bust out into hysterical laughter. With tears of joy, and tummies pain stricken from the laughs; you forgot, just for a moment, how easy it was to get lost in him.

Over the next few weeks, Lee Jordan, Ernie MacMillan and Zacharias Smith had all asked you out, each one ending more disastrous than the next. You became quickly frustrated at the pattern emerging. Someone would as you out, something would go horribly wrong and Cedric (out of all people) would be there to comfort you. It was like the whole world was out to get you, and you have had enough.

You huffed your way in the common room one evening, and plopped your way onto the couch. You felt a soft hand on your shoulder. Cedric, you sighed to yourself as he took the seat next to you.

‘Rough day?’ you nodded at him, ‘Want to talk about it?’

You exhaled softly, ‘I don’t even know anymore, Ced. I just feel like the entire world is against me when it comes to the love department. First George and the butterbeer, then Ernie and the swamp in his four poster, then Lee and the rouge bludger, then Zacharias throwing up! And do I even have to mention Dean?! It’s like everything I’m doing is wrong, Cedric. And I can’t help but to feel like it’s all my fault’ You said in all of your frustration.

‘Y/N, darling. Don’t say that, you deserve the absolute world and you know that. Besides, how could it be your fault the Zacharias ate those acid pops-‘ he stopped mid-sentence, catching himself. Your heart dropped and you turned your head slowly. 

‘Cedric, I didn’t mention anything about acid pops.’ You stated bewildered. Cedric stared at the floor, unable to meet his eyes with yours. 

‘How did you know that acid pops made Zacharias sick?’ you questioned him again, but suddenly the pieces clicked together. ‘Cedric, Madam Rosmerta didn’t trip on her own that day at The Three Broomsticks. And the dung bombs weren’t put in Dean’s robes on accident, were they? Oh my God! Cedric Diggory, have you been the one sabotaging my dates!?’

There was so much going through your mind. Why on Earth would Cedric do such a thing, you questioned to yourself. You looked up at his face searching for answers, looking for anything.

‘I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m so sorry. I just couldn’t even fathom the idea of you being with someone else because-‘ he hesitated, ‘because I love you.’

You stared at him, in shock; because the boy you have been head over heels for has just told you that he loved you. You had absolutely nothing to say, so instead of saying anything at all you crashed your lips onto his. Cedric melted into you, wrapping is hands onto your waist. You pulled away from him.

‘You know, Cedric, If you would have asked me I would have said yes.’ You smiled at him.

‘This was just for precautionary purposes, you know?’ Cedric laughed.

‘Precautionary purposes?’ you giggled back, ‘Of course, of course.’

He then pulled you into a soft kiss, and with that your case of the Diggory’s was cured.

(‘You should probably apologize to those poor boys.’ ‘Yeah I probably should’)

Author’s note: oh my goodness! i had such a wonderful time writting this! i hope you enjoy it! thank you nonnie for the request! <3

[goddessofmadnessheiress]

Barry Allen x Reader - Sleeping beauty's nightmare

Fandom: Flash

Request: @kurtbastianlover said: 

Summary: You and Barry are best friends, but he gets up on a fight with a metahuman that put him in a deep sleep. Apparently, you are the only one that can save him. But how? You are only his best friends...

Warnings: Mention of smut 

Words: 2607 (Sorry that it is shorter than most my fics) 

Notes: Sorry for the late reply, I have this written for one year already. But last year was a hell for me... I only start writting fics at the end of the year. That was the only request I could post.  Thanks for requesting and I hope this will one of the many fic I write for you as a thank you for all you done for me my friend. 

(y/h/c): your hair color; (y/e/c):your eyes color

Sorry any grammar mistake, english isn’t my first language and I wrote that at the hospital when my aunt got hurt, so maybe the story is rushed... 

You do not know which or how the metahuman done that. All you know is that Barry is unconscious and nothing that the team done were successful to wake him up.

When Cisco called you while you were on work you knew something bad had happened. You enter running on the Star Labs, not paying attention at all on your friends.

You almost knocked down your childhood friend Iris to the ground trying to reach the man you loved so much. But he did not know that and do not need to know.

Barry already have so many things to worry about and protecting his childhood friend as a romantic partner should not be on his list.

The thing that you do not know is that he feels the same way with you. He just did not find the right time to tell you and maybe now after the encounter with his metahuman he will never be able to talk to you about this.

Barry is lying down on the medical laboratory with Caitlyn checking his vital from minute to minute. His body have so many wires attached to him that you do not the function of more than a half of them.

Caitlyn smiles sadly to you. She figured it out how you two felt for each other a while ago. She is trying to get you two to start dating but without giving each other feeling, she thinks you need to say each to each other and not get another person pointing them out for you.

You sit across from her monitor and by Barry's side. You automatically put your hand over his. He looks like he is just sleeping.

And that relaxes you. He does not look like dead or physically injured. Cisco said something about him being in an eternal coma or something.

The thing that makes you worry more is the inconstant movements Barry's body is doing. It is not conscious and looks like he is having a nightmare.

And you could not be closer to truth than that. Barry is trapped in a nightmare. An eternal nightmare where his worst fear keeps repeating does not matter what he does.

It always begins different but the end it the same independent of what he does in the middle of it. And that is crushing him. Having to rewatch that over and over again.

This time it begins something heartwarming. The sun light bathing him and the constant light on his eyes makes him wake up even if he does not want that.

And he does not, if he stays sleeping maybe he did not need to watch the disaster all over again.

He turns into the bed and a moaning of his name from a warn body that is close to his makes a laugh escape his lips.

There you are. Hugging him, your form is small close to his. You are naked under the covers just like him.

He does not remember last night, because it did not actually happen but even this way, he feels his checks getting warmer with just the idea of finally making love to you just the way he wished since his teen years.

He cannot help but moan out load too when he feels your chest over his bare skin. A silent promise that you are his.

He does not want to wake you up. But the need to ask with you liked last night even though he knew dawn well that this is not real overtook him.

He kisses your libs repeatedly till your (e/c) eyes open and met his green ones. His hearts skip a beat seeing the lust missed with sleep clouding your shining eyes.

-Hi there. -His voice sounds so smooth that even him do not recognizes it.

-Hey baby. -You answer trying to be sexy, but the sleepiness is all over your tone. Even like this Barry thinks you are the prettiest thing he ever saw. -We need to be up so early?

-No. We do not. -Barry answers smiling. -But I want to be with you for a little longer.

In a blink of an eyes Barry's lips is on yours. Distracted by his kiss you do not feel when his arms snake your waist and pull you to him.

Your naked form over his is heaven. You feel how much he is liking all the make out. His smile when you part is the brightest it ever was.

-Round 2? -You ask malicious already looking for a condom on the nightstand. Knowing dawn hell, the answer is yes.

Because as Nickelback said, ‘Sex is never a question because the answer is always yes.’ You kiss the speedster again, savoring the moment.

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You feel Barry pulling your body against his while you are trying to do the breakfast. By the minute it passed he was closer to you.

Because every second he wasted he knew what would happen. And he wanted to save you, but he never could.

He lost the count of how many times he was into this loop. This cursed dream put him into heaven when he is with you as he always wished and then crash him into hell taking you again from him in the darkest ways.

He never knows when it will appear, but every loop was a different enemy. The first was Reverse Flash, then Zoom, Savitar, Cicada and a lot more.

Maybe the loop will begin all over again. His arms snakes harder around your waist when he hears the front door opening.

His heartbeat slows down when he sees Caitlyn getting closer. He smiles at her, not caring that you and he are still naked.

He was expecting a murderer. Seeing a friend is a blessing. Maybe this was real after all, maybe he was pulled out of this nightmare.

But his heart tightens when she does not answer his smile. Her expression is sadness and a white strain in her hair makes Barry holds his breath.

-I am so sorry. -She says before losing her conscious and that silver eyes shine with madness.

-Killer Frost please no! -Barry begs trying to put himself in front of you. But she is faster.

An ice dagger hits you on your heart. Blood all over the place and your numb body hits the floor.

Killer Frost disappears with a smile on her lips. Her translucid figure says before completely disappearing:

-It is all your fault. It always is.

Barry is over your screaming to you do not close your eyes. But it is already too late. You are cold. Rigid.

Dead.

His eyes are clouded with tears. In the next moment he is in front of your grave.

Buried with his parents. Cisco is by his side. But he is so serious that I do not look like him at all.

-I am sorry Barry. But I do not want to be the next one. -And then his best friend disappears leaving him all by himself.

No one by his side. Iris and Joe had not given up on him when they discovered you had died.

The trial tried to blame him. He almost went to jail. His father's story being repeat all over again.

Barry closes his eyes. And when he opens it again, he is in Joe's living room. Two kids came running and jumps on him.

-Daddy is back. -Barry look at the twins. The girl has your features and his eyes while the boy has his features and your (e/c) eyes.

-Oh, he is back? -You enter in the living room leaving the kitchen behind. Barry's heart almost leaves his chest when he is in your belly.

You are pregnant again. Oh no, please say that you will not die this time. Not with his child inside of your beautiful bellybutton.

Outside of the dreamland you feel his hands tanning around yours. You feel your heart thinning, you do not know what it is happening on his head.

But you know that must be something bad. And yours suspicious only are confirmed and he starts saying:

-No please. NO. Not her. -His body starts moving around and by instinct you left his hand. -(Y/n) please stay with me...

You have the impression of hearing your name coming out of his mouth, but you cannot confirm that because his body starts shaking.

He is convulsing on the bed and you feel your heart broking. Is he dying? You start crying and want to scream but your thongs are locked.

-(Y/n) leave! -Caitlyn starts screaming at you. -I need to save him.

You want to scream no. You want to say you also wants to save him. You want to hug him still everything passes.

But you cannot talk. You cannot move. You are frozen. Are you going to watch your love dying in front of you?

You feel Cisco pulling you out of the room. And you do not fight it. You let him pull you out of there.

Outside the room you instinctively hug him and buries your face on his chest. His smell helps you calm down.

The genius boy has an idea of entering Barry's nightmare to see what is happening so they could save him the right way.

Cisco passes your shaking body who is still crying but not as much as before to Iris. She hugs you properly.

You two leave the cortex and go to a more comfort place in Star Labs. Joe enters the room where you are in despair. He stops when seeing your puffy and red eyes.

He saw you growing up between his kids. He knew how you felt about Barry, him being your confident.

He also knew what Barry feels for you, after all is his son. Joe is Barry's confident too. So, his hearts tights at the vision of you crying.

You jump from the couch where you were siting by the side of Iris, who knows what is passing on the head of her father.

You two hug strongly and you start crying again. This is the same scene and situation of when Barry was hit by the lightning.

Cisco enters animatedly on the room. His smile is almost contagious. In his most serious tone, he announces:

-It is working. -He shows in his tablet a map of mind and a pair of googles that shined on the lights. -Let's save Barry!!

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You do not know exactly how this equipment works or how Cisco got this idea. And worst you were not sure if it will work.

The only thing that you know is that you need to need to lay in a bed side by side with Barry while using the googles and then you are into his mind.

With shaking hands, you put the glasses over your eyes and lays down. You cannot see anything because the equipment is not a see through.

A flashlight almost blinds you. And then you are in a church. You look around a like taken aback.

You see Joe and Iris on the Isle smiling. Cisco and Caitlin on the other side of it. Barry on the middle in a beautiful tux.

You run still him. And he is taken aback a little. Before you can register anything, you see yourself entering the church in a beautiful white outfit.

You walk at your own hands and you realize you are a little invisible. Barry is looking that you of his nightmare and the ghostly you are floating by his side.

This does not look like a nightmare. So, his nightmare is marrying you? But then yourself are on the island.

And a shadow emerges on the church's doors. A blade as fast as lighting hits the back of you and the blood stains the white material.

Barry falls to his knees and starts crying. So, his worst nightmare is losing you? You are a little taken aback by this.

You put a ghostly hand on his shoulder. He looks up at you and smiles. The dream restarts.

You two are alone in Star Labs. He explains to you the loop he is trapped in. How many times he saw you dying. How many different ways you died on his arms.

How everyone blames him in all the versions, and they leave him alone. He says that he is losing the love of his life and his family over and over and over again.

He said that the metahuman that put him into this hell recites something similar to a curse before he fainted into darkness and Barry fainting.

"You will fall into a sleep like death! But the speedster can be woken from his death sleep by only one true love's kiss."

Is that a Sleeping Beauty's reference?

But your brain is plain.

And you have frozen. The dream before the nightmare. The peace before chaos. The calm before the storm...

They all were a hint to whom should wake him up.

And it is you. You are the answer. You are Barry's true love.

You feel yourself disappearing. Your ghostly form plants a simple kiss on his lips. But before Barry could kiss you properly you have disappeared completely.

Your body wakes in a shock and you jump out of the bed. You feel Cisco's hand helping you gain your equilibrium back.

-I have the answer. -You announce removing the googles and smiling at them.

You briefly explain what happened when you were on Barry's mind. The dreams, the nightmare, everything.

-So, the metahuman shipped you two? -Cisco asks laughing at the idea.

-I more worried that the used Maleficent's lines. -Caitlyn says out loud and everyone looks at her in shock. -What? I used to like Disney...

-Which was your favorite movie then? -Iris asks playfully.

-Sky High. I always thought that Layla reminded of myself.

You shock your head in a negative gesture.

-Guys. Focus. We need to save Barry. -You say and Joe agrees with you.

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The gang left you after you finished your story. They have hopes that you are right. And they internally are happy that you two would finally be together.

You are looking at Barry numb body recalling his dream. You smile at the idea of marrying him someday.

And then the conversation comes back to your head. It is now or never it is as simples as:

A kiss.

A kiss would wake him up.

You laugh at the irony but with a fast heartbeat you plant your lips over his firmly.

He does not respond the act and you part from him. His green eyes shout open and they met with your (y/c) orbs.

You smile at him and he does the same.

-Hey there my sleeping beauty. -You say laughing at all this situation now that he is safe.

He kisses you again. Deeper, with so much passion and need. You two part needing air. You try to breath normal again.

-You are my warrior in shining armor, aren't you? -Barry says going for another kiss but you two get interrupted when the door busts open.

Cisco enters cheering and screaming. Happy that you two finally are together and that is best friend is safe.

You shake your head at his childish behavior but you happy seeing Barry fine and liking you just like you like him.

The Latino boy jumps over your now boyfriend and hugs him almost to death. But their laughs warm your heart.

This is the dream after the nightmare. The calm after the storm. And you are genuinely happy.

[911nmg]

Bring me out of the dark

YThis is the second chapter of a Bucky/Nat normal life au fic I’ve been writting.

The complete series can be found on AO3.

The themes are quite dark so this are the trigger warners for this chapter:

TW: Implied/Reference torture

TW: PTSD, flashbacks

Can’t sleep! Can’t breathe!

Bucky’s POV

The alarm finally went off, marking another sleepless night. The wait was over, I had given it my best shot, done everything I was supposed to, and it had still backfired.

Either way, I had to get going. Steve was going to be here in a couple of hours, and getting ready on one arm definitely took longer than it used to with both.

I brewed myself some coffee and fumbled with the plastic knife, trying to both keep the bagel in place and spread jam over it was still hard, no matter how many times I practiced with the occupational therapist.

He hadn’t managed to teach me as many new motor patterns as we both would have liked, turned out I was a complete lefty, so turning to my right hand was nightmarish, however Clint was definitely a master when it came to adaptations. From weighted plastic cutlery, to squeezable bath product bottles marked with different shaped gomets, even the meal delivery service I was subscribed to had been his idea!

He had said it was a blessing with two kids under five, and he swore by it. I definitely could see why. Nutritious food made in five to ten minutes in the microwave. It had been hard dealing with the beeping in the beginning, but now it saved me so much frustration and time.

The pang started on my missing fingers, then made its way up. Awoken by the single beep the machine emitted, or maybe the slightly burnt smell of the bacon.

- Fuck. Not again!

There was no arm anymore, just a big scar following my collarbone and a patch of scarred leathery skin. Yet the hot pain radiating from my nonexistent wrist up was a daily occurrence.

- There's nothing there - I repeated the useless mantra, closing my eyes and rubbing at the air, as if I could get my muscles to relax - There’s nothing there, there’s nothing there, there’s nothing there...

I proceeded as usual, pushing the white, hot, pulsating pain to the back of my mind, and placing the bacon on the other half of the bagel. Bitter, sweet and savory, the best combination of tastes for a breakfast if you asked me.

Taking my pajamas off was another thing I still struggled with. Well... the dressing and undressing in general, even with adapted clothing. Clint had made a joke about seeing me naked more than his wife, but to work through the frustration was the only way out, right?

Showering was another task that had changed quite a bit. It had to be done in the dark, since looking at my body just... I was swinging there. My arms numb and my body exposed. A canvas for their anti american sentiments. Blades, knives, razors, even scissors...

- You are safe - My ragged breaths hurt my insides - You are home.

Name five things! Five things... White tiled floor! I took a long breath of air and kept it inside. Navy towels, wicker laundry hamper... I allowed the air out, exhaling as slowly as I could. It still came in short ragged breaths. Then repeated the process. Dirty mirror, gomet coded bottles, Steve’s red toothbrush still on the cup...

Once my breath had evened out I showered quickly: in, shampoo, soap, rinse, conditioner, comb, rinse, out.

Spray deodorants were the best, no caps to fumble around. Boxers were hard to slide up with only one hand and not looking down, it could be done. Socks though were the death of me.

I had started using a contraption where you slid the sock on, then lowered it to the ground and pushed the foot through. It was one of those teleshopping things I’d thought useless before the war, but it was surprisingly effective.

A soft gray t-shirt followed, it was new, something Peggy had bought for me at Decathlon for its breathability. The empty long sleeve hanging limp at my left side felt disconcerting, so I just yanked at it until the stitching gave up. Better.

Then came jeans, he had graduated out of his joggers a month back, they still had to contain elastic though, and they’re closed with a big snap hidden underneath the metal button.

Finally shoes, I checked the alarm clock, 8:10, the time was close to Steve’s arrival. I had changed to slip on sneakers and zipped boots, I’d rather forget how expensive my wardrobe change had been, hadn’t it been for Pops inheritance I’d have had to rely on the charity of my friends, burdening even more. Not that it was unexpected, the army didn’t treat his veterans exactly well, not even those with a bunch of medals. Had learnt it the hard way when the colonel came back from Iraq.

There were steps up the creaky stairs. Knocking followed - Bucky. It's me, Steve. The key turned on the lock. I stared at the door, willing myself to stay seated on the bed, as calm as possible, as my friend used the spare key to let himself in.

- No knife? - He teased - What a boring welcome.

I had finally managed to stop standing guard, knife in hand any time someone came near my door, or knocked, it felt good, him acknowledging my progress in a lighthearted way.

Steve came every saturday morning to help me with the house. Some things weren’t possible on my own anymore: riding my bike or playing guitar were the ones that hurt the most, however, on a scale of usefulness it had more to do with changing my sheets and sweeping and mopping the floors. He also took me to therapy, unsure I’ll go if left to my own devices, and kept me company afterwards, in case I became a fucking mess of nerves.

- Here - He throws a stack of papers at me - Read through and tonight you can ask Tony for any clarifications.

- What’s this?

- The Bionic project, you are in, if you want.

The NYU logo occupied half of the page, then were the names: Stark, Banner, Strange, and a bunch of medical organizations. I could have an arm again?! A functioning one?

- I thought severe PTSD disqualified me.

- Tony has his ways - He started rummaging around the house, finding every speck of dust and fighting any dirt with his usual obsession. A given when getting sick as a child could mean dying at any time.

I skimmed through the pages, I could grasp the basics of the science behind it: intramuscular electrodes would be placed at the base of my neck, circumventing the damaged area, then connect to a fixed metal plate that would act as a processor and allow access to my injuries, then a complete bionic arm would attach to that.

Risks: worsening of phantom pain, complete paralysis and even death.

- How come they’ve founded this? The risks are severe...

- They had success with under the knee, over the knee, and along the arm amputations so...

- Do you trust this?

He smiled softly, warmth coming through in his voice - I’ll trust Tony with my life.

- Then it’s done - I searched for a pen, and in a blurry penmanship I signed my name at the end of the informed consent formulaire.

- Maybe you should talk it out with doctor Sullivan before making a rushed decision.

- You have too much faith in that woman.

- And you, far too little.

He grabbed my leather jacket and pushed me to the door and into the car. The ride was smooth and quiet, interrupted only when I realized - Wait? Did you say we’re meeting Tony tonight?

- We’re going to the ballet. All of us. It’s Natasha’s debut as Giselle, and as a principal dancer with the company. Tony got us tickets at the front box.

- That must be expensive.

- Don’t think about it.

- Stevie, you’ve all done so much for me this past year, I... I don’t want to be a burden - I stared at my feet, guilt had its way of turning my stomach, as if someone had stabbed me at the gut. A feeling I could definitely pinpoint with accuracy.

- This is what friends are for - He retorted.

- I’m such a fuck up...

He squeezed my thigh, hard, stopping the shake in my body - You haven't slept in a while, have you?

- Not really.

- You start spiraling when you stop sleeping.

- Do I?

He gave me a pointed look - You aren’t taking the sleeping pills.

- I get nightmares with those.

- Then get Sullivan to change them!

- You don’t get it...

- You’d rather stay awake than face the memories, I get it. But your body is going to give out eventually, Buck.

I promised to think about it and entered the old building. Sam worked there during the week, in the child protection department, that’s how we got to meet the doctor, and his double duty as both a psychiatrist and therapist. “Global approach to trauma therapy” was Sam’s pitch to Steve, and he had forced me into it ever since.

- James - She called softly, trying not to startle me, as if I hadn’t been listening to the muffled voices, her armchair moving and the door opening.

- Tense already? - She closed the door behind us, again with minimal force, and I struggled with having her in my blindspot - I haven’t even started to prood at you for information yet.

Sarcasm, that was the only reason I had stayed on therapy with her, I couldn’t take a sympathetic shrink with a “poor you” approach.

She sat on a comfy armchair opposite me, taking her black notebook from the side table and placing it over her crossed legs.

- How’s your week been?

- Good.

She sighed - This is not going to work if you are not honest, James. You know it. Stop wasting both our time.

- It was relatively good - I insisted, because it had been - I went to OT twice, had my three meals a day, manageable phantom pain.

- Did you go out with friends?

- Tonight.

She seemed kind of impressed, her softly wrinkled face keeping a smile in check - How about showering? Has it gotten any easier?

I nodded no, she took note.

- Are you keeping the stump clean? We don’t want you taking antibiotics until we create a new super resistant bacteria, do we?

- When I shower I do wash it.

- When? Aren’t you showering everyday, lieutenant?

I seethed at that - Do, not, call, me, that - I knew I was being disproportionated but I didn’t care. James Buchanan Barnes, the hero, discharged with honors and a raise through the ranks, recipient of a purple heart. That wasn’t me.

- Don’t raise your tone with me, young man - She replied, scolding me as if I were a kid.

- Sorry - I got back on my sofa. When had I risen from my place? - Shouldn’t have threatened you.

- Shouldn’t have triggered you, either - She shrugged - I have to, though.

She pondered the following question with care - Are you refusing to take sleeping pills because you think of it as a sign of weakness?

- No! - I scoffed at the idea - I just don’t want to sleep!

- I know your dad was diagnosed with PTSD as well - So she had decided to push my buttons - He refused treatment, didn’t he?

- The colonel did what he thought best.

- Drank himself to sleep?

I found my fists rolled up and tried to relax, slow steady breaths - I’m here. And I’m not falling for that.

- So you are getting how many white nights a week?

- Four, maybe five - I squirmed in my seat - They tend to come together, three nights in a row, then I sleep for one or two, then I stay awake again for a couple days.

- We can search for a medication that helps with the nightmares, James - She tried to coax me softly - You’re doing so well in other areas, but we can’t make progress if you don’t get to sleep.

- I’m fine.

She resigned herself, pushing her back to her seat, widening the distance she had shortened between us.

- Have you been able to see yourself naked?

My brows might have reached the ceiling, because she bursted out laughing at my shock - What? Are you prudish, James?

- Didn’t expect the question. And no, I’m still showering in the dark and dressing without looking down.

Honesty. I couldn’t watch the scars and stay present, no matter how much I tried.

- How about cutting your hair.

- No buzzing, no scissors.

- We could try it here, you know? I could cut your hair while we work on grounding techniques, that way I can see if you are applying them correctly.

- You? You want to cut my hair?

- I want you to face the trauma in a controlled environment. If you’d prefer a striptease is fine by me.

That time I did laugh. Seemed like a good compromise.

- How about we try? We can stop at any point.

- Now?! - I keep a pair of scissors in my bag. Come here.

She made me sit on the carpet in front of her and started chatting. What would I be doing that night, had I watched any good tv series lately, anything to keep me grounded.

Yet, the moment the scissors closed near my ear and its sound registered, I went back. I was going to die. Another shiny metallic object impacted against my back, lodging itself between my shoulder bones, a sharp cry. I was going to die. Someone slashed through my abs, warm sweet blood dripped onto my pants and the concrete floor. I was going to die.

- James - She sounded as if we were underwater - James, look at me - She slapped my face lightly until I locked eyes with her - You are home, you are safe, say it.

- I... I’m home, I’m safe?

- You are. You are safe - She promised, nodding with all her might - Say it again.

I’m home, I... I’m safe.

- Come on, sound convinced!

- I’m home. I’m safe.

- Good - She kept rubbing circles in my back until I stopped shaking, forcing me to repeat the words again, and again, and again.

- I’m such a fuck up... - There were tears rolling down my face.

- You need help. That’s it - She sentenced.

- What I need is a bullet through my brain.

She grimaced but said nothing, she didn't seem to find it as serious as previous times because she didn’t call for a psychiatric hold at the nearest hospital. Maybe knowing Maria had taken my gun also helped.

- It’s quite probable you’ll crash in a while, panic attacks tend to strip one of energy - Still, please, go out tonight. And take this - She placed a prescription on my hand.

- I bet a hundred dollars that if you take them every night, next week won’t be as hard. But you have to take them. - Easiest hundred bucks of my life - I accepted, letting her help me from the floor.

She had been right, as fucking always, I had crashed just after lunch, but Steve had followed her instructions and woke me up. I appreciated it. And Steve was ecstatic at the chance to show me the huge banner occupying the side of the building. It was a photo of a waifish woman in a long white tutu, red hair in a bun, pained eyes barely looking at the camera, soft arms raised above her head and a splash of freckles across her skin. She was gorgeous. Natasha.

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[jaskiersvalley]

Rawr directed me to you about the sensory overload short, because i loved it so much. You need to know that was exactly what i needed when i saw it this morning! Work remodels and adhd were really hurting me yesterday and that was super soothing to read! So thnk you for writting it!

I hope things at work have calmed down and the work remodels are done Nonnie. The fact you found the fic soothing to read makes me both happy and awed, I never consider the impact a story might have on people but I’m super pleased it helped you. Also, thanks @rawrkinjd for pointing Nonnie in my direction! Here’s a little bitterness and unhappiness for Lambert as thanks to both of you.

Only the deliberately obtuse could claim that Witchers didn't feel. Sadly, most of humanity was just that, wilfully ignorant of what was right in front of them. At least, that was what Lambert always thought because he could see exactly how much his family could and did feel, knew how deep his own emotions went. Even growing up he saw older Witchers returning from The Path, weary and aching. He wasn't stupid, he knew that those who had stayed behind to teach did what they could to help their friends. It wasn't ever anything explicitly said or thanked but somehow everyone always got taken care of. Then the sacking happened and suddenly their numbers were decimated. Each year fewer Witchers came back to Kaer Morhen until it was down to four.

The years were difficult, Lambert wasn't foolish enough to lie to himself about it. Winters were worse somehow. The Wolves grew distant for a while, licking their own wounds and barely coming together at meal times. Training and repairs were done out of obligation and barely a word passed between them. It was nothing like the camaraderie Lambert had seen growing up, no sense of family like he had hoped for and what had made him say yes to the trials. Not like he'd had much choice in the matter but that was beside the point, he had sold himself the promise of something better on the other side of them all and that hope had been what had kept him going. Only, it was now ripped from him.

There was nothing for it, if Lambert couldn't have that, he would simply try and make it happen. He had never been good at sitting around and wishing. It started off with simple things like getting back to Kaer Morhen first so he could air the rooms, light the fires and make things a little more welcoming for the others. None of them commented on it but that was okay, they were probably too tired from the year they've had; the world wasn't kind to Witchers, they all needed a moment to be selfish and just take.

There were other things Lambert did too. He tried to help out in the kitchen more, tried to tweak meals to the others' liking. So much so, he even braved the beehives to get Geralt some honey for his morning porridge. The man did like honey that was still warm from the hive and Lambert wanted to do something nice for a change. There wasn't much room for deeds of altruism on the Path, as much as Lambert would have loved to help those he came across, he needed to survive too. So he had to put aside all his wishes to help, not like humanity really deserved his kindness, and saved it all up for winters with his family.

As life got a little more comfortable at Kaer Morhen once more, Lambert could see the others let loose. It wasn't much, an inclination to share drinks in the evening, the odd invite to play cards. Lambert was mortified to realise he'd missed the signs of Geralt and Eskel growing closer. Those two had always shared a bond, having gone through the trials together. But Lambert didn't think to assume there was more between them until all the pieces began to slot together. Injuries and scars had a knack for hurting long after they had healed, Lambert knew that all too well. Which meant Eskel's scars would probably hurt too. Soft foods only went so far in helping his jaw and teeth. While Eskel never complained, Lambert saw the signs, the tension. So he found a salve that would help, even if to just numb the area while the worst of it passed. At first, he only left the salve on the shelf in the great hall, neatly labelled. He was happy to see it was being used. With time, he learned to make it himself and would always try and have some ready by the time the previous pot ran out. It didn't always happen. On one such evening he carried a fresh pot to Eskel's room, knocked and opened the door. He didn't expect to see Geralt holding Eskel close, cradling his cheek.

"Fuck off Lambert," Eskel snarled, lips curled into something menacing.

Hastily setting the jar down on the nearest surface, Lambert retreated. Eskel was probably in pain, he had barely eaten at dinner. Usually he was much more tolerant. Still, Lambert had held back on the retort on the tip of his tongue because he was trying to be good, trying to make Kaer Morhen a home again.

As the bond between Eskel and Geralt deepened, they became less hesitant about affection. A shoulder squeeze here, a smile there. Lambert was pleased to see it, even if he felt a little like an outsider looking in. After all he had offered, he was still kept at a distance by an invisible hand.

Hardening his heart, Lambert set out to find his own happiness. If Kaer Morhen didn't hold it for him, he would bring it with him. It was how he met Aiden. Someone to hate on first meeting but, after a bit of time exchanging snide remarks, he realised that this might be the happiness he had been wanting. Meeting on the first contract of spring, Lambert had the rest of the year to decide what he wanted and how to play it.

Destiny and Fate were cruel beyond their right. By late autumn Aiden was dead, taking with him the promise of happiness over winter. Grief made Lambert sloppy, he almost joined Aiden in death thanks to a warg of all things. It took him by surprise, got a lucky bite in before Lambert could think to react. Never one to relish killing, Lambert had no other option as he fought with signs and sword until the beast was dead. It wasn't even a clean kill which made Lambert hate himself just that little bit more.

The trail up to Kaer Morhen was long and arduous. With a hastily bandaged leg that was slow to heal, Lambert knew he wouldn't be the first to get back. Probably the last, given his pace. Still, he all but crawled home, the idea of a warm bed and finally some good rest spurring him on. Nobody was there to greet him as he hobbled through the doors but that was okay, they were all probably busy in the kitchen or making repairs. Lambert dragged himself towards his room, wanting nothing more than to collapse into it and sleep for a while, until the fire burned low and it was time for dinner. He shouldered his door open, ready to drop everything in a corner to be dealt with later. It wasn't going to be that easy though. As Lambert stood in the doorway, hardening his heart and understanding his importance in the family all too clearly, as he took in the state of his room. It was cold, dusty and untouched.

[nova-is-a-writer-now]

Fools

[[zuko x reader]]

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Summary: Zuko and Y/N had liked eachother for a while even though neither of them knew it. Y/N tries to get over her crush for him, failing miserably. So just when she decides to let go and embrace her feelings, the new Fire lord finds himself feeling jealous and decides to take matters into his own hands

A/N: this is the first Zuko/ATLA fic i’ve ever written, so go easy on me plssss, i just finishes the show a couple days ago (a little late ik) and ever since then i’ve been OBSESSED with this man (if he’s too ooc pls let me know) . This is set a while after the coronation and it’s an AU where zuko and mai were never a thing. Hope y’all like this <3

ps: this may get a little long, i’m writting this before i finish it but i get a feeling it’s gonna be a long one so be prepared lol also it will most definitely have a pt.2 if y’all like it.

Warnings: Angst but it’ll end well i promise, swearing

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Things after the war ended had been chaotically peaceful. Turns out that leading an entire nation, specially when it was the one that caused the war, and reuniting the lands that had for so long been against eachother was harder than all of you thought. The fact that a group of teenagers were the head of the operation wasn’t a big advantage either.

Sure, Aang and Zuko, who were the ones who had the most important positions when it came to politics and diplomacy, had advisors and people around to help guide them, but it was still a hard job. Nevertheless, without a war or fighting, you were sure it was good for the entire group to keep busy. They’d kept a lifestyle of always moving around and being on guard for so long it would’ve been a big shock to be forced to stay still after that.

Katara and Sokka travelled back and forth from the Southern Water Tribe to the Fire nation a few times, not too often though because of how far apart the two were. That was a shame because of how close you’d grown to Katara and her motherly self, her advice and her unconditional friendship, and even to Sokka and his bad jokes, his way of teasing everyone and how he could make you smile even when you weren’t in the mood, you even missed how mad he made you sometimes. Suki went with them to spend some time away from everything, she loved her life as a Kioshi warrior but she decided she needed a break after everything she had gone through.

Aang, on the other hand, was traveling all over but mostly between the Earth kingdom, were he would very often meet with Katara, and the Fire nation. You got to see him way more often than you got to see Katara, Suki and Sokka, although he tended to be busy with avatar business. He was doing a great job, you had to admit. The people loved him, he found a way to spread his teachings and the teachings of the Air nomads to the world and uniting others helping them put aside their differences seemed to be his thing now more than ever. But most importantly he seemed truly happy, one time he even told you he finally felt like he was making all the air nomads proud, wherever they were.

Toph still wanted to be away from her parents, so she refused to go back to the Earth Kingdom. She hated the cold, not being able to use her seismic senses in the snow and being bossed around by katara, so she refused to go with them too. So when you offered her to stay with you, she accepted. She made it seem as though it was her last choice because she had to keep her tough girl reputation, but actually she liked you a lot, she saw you kind of as a big sister. You took care of her in a way no one had before, not seeing her as helpless and weak but still being there for her when she needed you. Though she’d never tell this to anyone aloud.

And Zuko was still Zuko, just that now he was a Firelord. He took his job very seriously, determined to prove wrong everyone who had said he was too young or too weak for it. He knew the big responsibility he had in his hands and he seemed to be doing really well. He had his moments, of course, where he would have outbursts of emotion and anger, but he always found his way back to being who he needed to be for his Nation, and you always helped with that. He was the one who suggested you stayed in the Fire nation as a representative of the Northern Water tribe. You were hesitant at first, but after thinking the idea over you realized you had no business up in the tribe, you’d been away for a long time and you weren’t ready to go back just yet.

The two of you had never been incredibly close in the time since he joined the gaang, but you couldn’t denied there was a connection between the two. You got his humor and he got yours, you could tease eachother all day without getting butthurt, you could open up and talk about deep stuff under the stars on a sleepless night, and spending time with him seemed easier to do than with most people. You’d brushed this off as the two of you being good friends for a good while, even after you moved into the palace and started to hang out with him more, but for the past few weeks it’s been getting harder to do.

Every time Toph, him and you ate lunch together and he sat in front of you, you couldn’t help but end up staring at him, not in a weird, creepy way but in a ‘I’m mesmerized by you why am i mesmerized by you and since when are your eyes such a beautiful shade of gold’ way. You were in denial about it but deep down you knew you were starting to have a crush on him, and eventually Toph caught up to it too.

One night after diner she pulled you into her room, closed the door and said “Listen, Snow queen, I’m kinda tired of your heart going crazy every time mister flaming pants is around so you either get over your little crush, tell him how you feel or I will personally snitch on you directly to him, understood?” You didn’t even have the guts to deny it to her, specially since she’d know if you were lying, so you just heavily sighed and looked at the floor. She must’ve felt bad for you cause she took your hand and dragged you to sit on her bed to interrogate you about the situation.

“Out of anyone you could’ve ended up liking I never saw this one coming” she told you taking a seat on the opposite side of the bed

“Don’t get me started” you threw yourself back to the bed and stared at the ceiling for a second before speaking again “Like how dumb do I have to be to crush on someone who isn’t only probably the busiest man on all kingdoms right now, but also royalty and... well Zuko. He would never like a girl like me and even if he did, he probably has to end up with a princess or something.”

“I’m not letting you drown in a pity party here, ok?” Toph pulled your wrist and forced you to sit back up and look at her. “He’s lucky a girl as decent as you is willing to put up with that temper of his and how annoying he can get. Now what are you gonna do about it?”

“Nothing?” You replied in a low voice not taking a second to think about it. Toph punched you in the arm in response “Hey, what was that for?”

“What I said before still stands, I can’t deal with you being all flustered every time he’s around, so get over it or tell him how you feel.” She spat and all you could do was grunt and throw yourself back into the bed

So you were gonna get over it then. Easy task. Never done anything easier before.

It wasn’t.

Turns out that by trying to avoid Zuko at all costs you ended up stumbling into him even more. Around the corners, in the hallways, everywhere. The plan was to just avoid him as much as possible until eventually your feelings faded away, you couldn’t have a crush on someone you didn’t even see right? Wrong. Even when you weren’t around Zuko he was still on your mind. You tried to go to the palace library and distract yourself with literature, but reading romance books only made you feel more miserable and the only other option there was were war strategy books which you weren’t very interested in. The next distraction you chose was gardening, you loved nature and you were a water bender, it was the perfect task you thought, but once again you were wrong. You turned out to be such a bad gardener, Kya who was the one in charge of the royal gardens (and who was the sweetest lady) ended up banning you from messing with her flowers ever again. The last thing you could think of to stay away from Zuko was feeding the turtle ducks. It seemed like a good idea and on the few occasions you’d been in the pond before, the little animals seemed to be very fond of you. You couldn’t mess this one up, anyone could feed the ducks, but there was a little problem as it seemed to be the theme of that day, the Fire lord had forgotten to tell you that the pond was his place of choice when he needed to clear his head.

You didn’t even notice he was there until you heard his voice behind you. “Keep feeding them like this and they’ll get obese”

You jumped a bit out of surprise and turned around to face him with your palm pressed to your chest. “Spirits, Zuko, don’t do that to me, you’re gonna kill me one of these days” It was a bright and sunny day, the heat of the Fire nation weather made his face glimmer a little, his hair was up held by the royal Fire lord hair piece and he was wearing a version of his formal attire made for a hotter weather, leaving his muscly arms on display. As soon as you realized you were staring once again, you turned your attention back to the pond in an attempt to hide the blush that was slowly conquering your cheeks.

He took a sit next to you and waited a couple seconds before breaking the silence. “Hey... um... I don’t know if this is just me but you’ve been acting weird lately, is everything ok?” He asked looking at you.

“Everything is fine, definitely just you.” you replied not taking your eyes away from the shining water of the pond. The ducks had grown tired of waiting for you to keep feeding them and swam away.

“I... don’t think so. You didn’t come to breakfast today, everytime we’re together you seem to wanna leave as soon as possible and right now you can’t even look at me.” He paused before taking in a deep breath. “Did... did I do something to upset you?”

You finally turned around to look at him and the look you saw in his eyes was heartbreaking. Ever since he joined Team Avatar, Zuko had been making a huge effort to be good. You could see how sometimes he struggled to pick being kind and gentle over being erratic and explosive, and you also knew that had a lot to do with his childhood. But he had been doing such a good job at it, specially since he became Fire lord, he was so much more friendly, better at socializing and overall improving. And right now it was clear to you that you had made him feel like he was failing at being a good person and he’d somehow messed up with you.

You turned your body around slightly and put a reassuring hand on his knee before saying “Oh, Zuko, no. You haven’t done anything and I’m not upset at you, I mean that. It’s just...” coming up with lies and excuses had always been your strong point but having Zuko there making you ridiculously nervous wasn’t a factor that helped. “I.. uh...I’m getting a little homesick, you know? With Toph gone most of the day and you busy, I’ve been feeling a little melancholic about my home, but it’s nothing I promise. I’m just trying to find something to do with my time.” You we’re impressed with yourself with this one, it actually sounded pretty convincing.

You thought you had the situation handled until Zuko spoke again a few seconds later. “Y/N, I’m sorry. I hadn’t realized until now with all the chaos of being Fire lord but I asked you to stay here and represent the Northern Water tribe and I haven’t even given you time out of my day. I haven’t been the best host, have I?” Before you could even reply he widened his eyes and said “I have an idea, tomorrow I’ll take the day off and we can go on a small field trip to this cabin my family has on the ourskirts of town, there are some nice fields and it’s very peaceful, we’ll have a picnic lunch there and just relax. You can even ask Toph to come with. How does that sound?”

He looked at you expectantly and you started to look for reasons to turn him down, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. It was true that you hadn’t had much time to spend with him ever since he took his position, and in all honesty, crush or not you really did miss him. Your weakness for him won the battle and you ended up accepting the plan saying it was a great idea. The regent stood up from his place and assuring you he’d have everything ready for the next day he left.

You really had messed up this time.

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The next morning you put on a flowy, flower-print dress. It was classy but at the same time comfortable and light enough to handle the summer weather. You had nervously been looking at yourself in the mirror for way too long now. Before dinner the past night you at least had hopes that Toph would come with to the field trip and she would help you contain yourself when it came to Zuko, but of course that wasn’t the case. When he had brought the topic up at the table Toph limited herself to look at you knowingly and say “You know what? I happen to be very busy tomorrow, you know, I’m trying to get a name for myself in the Fire nation’s fighting scene and I have a fight tomorrow, sorry.” You knew she was lying because she had told you about her fight but instead of the next day it was three days from then. All you could do was look at the little devil and make sure you wrote a mental note of getting back at her as soon as you could.

So here you were, minutes ago from embarking in a field trip with the person you were supposed to avoid, and you had no idea how you were gonna get out of this one.

A knock on your door startled you and took you out of your worrying thoughts. A few seconds later a maid’s head popped in as she said “Lady Y/N, Firelord Zuko and the carriage are ready for you.” You took a deep breath and walked towards the door while replying with a soft “Thank you, Yun”

The carriage waited for you in front of the palace and so did Zuko. He was already inside, sheltering himself from the unforgiving sun, so you startled him when you hopped inside. “Y/N, you look...nice” he complimented you, a faint blush running through his cheeks making him gain a more childish and youthful look.

“Thank you, Zuko. Likewise.” You responded attempting to stay as calm as you could. You hated that he had so much power over you.

He ordered for you to be in your way before the carriage started moving swiftly. Your eyes flowed to the window, looking out at the capital city of the Fire nation. “You’ve done a great job leading this people. They look... so happy.” You drew your eyes back at Zuko as he stared at you. It was you who was starting to blush now.

“I hope so. I’ve done everything I’m capable of to change the old ways of this nation. I hope I’m making the right choices.” A worrisome look took over his eyes as he let his own attention drift towards the streets.

“Hey” you called to him as you stretched your hand to cover his. “You’re doing just fine Zuko. You’ve done so much for these people and all the other nations as well, I’m sure you’ll do even more good.”

He faintly smiled at you as a response and you could tell that although he did worry about the future, your reassurance helped.

The rest of the ride was spent pointing out the animals you saw on the road, sharing childhood stories about when Zuko and his mom used to come here when they both needed to get away from everything, and a bit of teasing about how Zuko had no idea what to pack for a picnic and had to ask the head chef of the kitchen for help. Luckily you had become friends with chef Karou in the time you’d been living in the palace and he knew your taste rather well.

When you finally arrived there was no sight of the usual movement and noise proper of a big city, the air was filled with the peculiar scent of flowers you couldn’t recognize just yet and grass. In the distance at your left you could see a small cattle of Hippo cows and Komodo chickens. And at your right a long field of grass and flowers that seemed to go up in a small and almost unnoticeable hill.

You and Zuko stepped down the carriage just as a guard handed him the picnic basket. The tall regent turned to you and ordered “Follow me, I wanna show you something”. You did as you were told, being led by him all the way up the hill until you were at the very top. When the two of you got there your breath was taken away by the beautiful view you had in front of you. A huge field of flowers layed gracefully at the end of the hill and extended far enough that it connected to the horizon.

“This is...” you started but were so taken aback by the view you didn’t finish your sentence.

Zuko seemed to understand regardless and replied “I know.” Behind you he started to set up a cloth for the two of you to sit on. You forced yourself to remove your attention from the field and place it on what was going on behind you. Taking a seat on the opposite end of the cloth you helped him take out all the items chef Karou had packed for you. When you were done you looked at Zuko and said “Thanks for this. It’s really nice.”

“No need to thank me, I’ve been leaving you alone so much time lately. I know aside from Toph I’m pretty much all you have here so take this as a ‘Sorry I’ve been a terrible friend’ offering.” He smiled wide expecting you to do the same but that smile faded away as soon as he saw the expression on your face.

‘Friend’

The word echoed in your head as your eyes dropped to the food you had in front of you. Of course he saw you as a friend. You had almost convinced yourself you should confess your feelings to him and he goes on to call himself your friend. A knot in your throat started to form and you did your best to show it as little as you could. But you obviously failed.

“Everything ok?” Zuko asked tilting his head to catch your eyes.

You looked up and faked a smile. “Yeah... just thinking how far we’ve come.” You lied through your teeth before continuing. “Anyways, enough of all the cheesiness, I’m starving.”

“Agreed” He replies picking up something for himself. You chose a small salty biscuit with a mix of meats on top and decided to distract yourself with it. “Chef Karou said you’d like that one. He also said you hated onions and peas. What type of weirdo hates peas?”

You chuckled a little, the feeling that oppressed your chest fading away quickly. “I do. They’re disgusting and if you like them I don’t trust you.”

Zuko laughed loudly before remarking “Its not like I like them, Y/N. It’s just a weird thing to be picky over. They’re peas, they don’t really taste like anything.”

You widened your eyes and quickly swallowed the bite of biscuit you had taken. “What do you mean they don’t taste like anything? They taste disgusting and they are mushy and just... gross”

Zuko replies with another laugh. His laugh made you feel warm inside, it could make you forget about everything, Toph’s threats, your previous plans and even the now faint voice poking the back of your mind telling you to be careful or you’d get your heart broken.

The two of you kept eating and chattering at the same time. You’d finished the salty food and it came time for the desert. Chef Karou had made a type of cake and stored it inside a small glass jar. You tried opening the lid but it was too hard. You heard Zuko in front of you offering you help but you refused it telling him you could do it on your own. After a couple minutes of struggling , Zuko took your deep sigh as a sign of defeat and scooted closer to you. “Here, let me.” He took the jar from your hands and quickly opened the lid, handing it back to you. You looked up expecting to find a smug smirk that felt way to familiar to you at this point but instead you found his serious face dangerously close to yours.

You took the jar back and set in down. “Thanks” you muttered softly and quietly. His only response was to slowly but firmly raise a hand up to your face to put away a strand of hair that had fallen. His touch sent shivers down your spine. All thoughts of caution escaped your mind as you felt his face so close you could feel his warm breath mixing with yours. The tension between you seemed to almost be to much to handle when you thought you saw Zuko lean in a little. Before anything else could happen, one of the guards that had come with and stayed back where the carriage was spoke. “Firelord Zuko”

The golden eyed boy dropped his hand from your face and turned around to face the guard. “Have they not taught you to not interrupt people when they’re talking privately?”

“I am very sorry, Firelord.” The guard bowed in sign of respect. “But we have just received a messenger hawk with a letter from the palace. The Avatar and you other friends are here.”