#like her nose was had wounds and stuff 😭

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Man it's so hard to save. I feel like I'm not making progress at all like the money keeps decreasing

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Hey girlll, it’s me again (at this point file a restraining order LMFAO😭) I quite literally had this idea right now- Zuko, Katara, and Reader (if you need to choose then waterbender?), are fighting Azula together, and reader takes the hit of lightning form Azula instea of Zuko to protect him (they have like A HUGE mutual pining too rn lol).

Later when they won and are at the palace, he visits her and says he wants to talk, and he says he was super scared and wouldn’t know how to live without her and confesses, and she says yes and says similar stuff and like they start dating.

THANK YOU SOO MUCH FOR YOUR WRITINGGGG- TAKE ALL THE TIME YOU NEED, JET LAG SUCKS DUDE, I SLEPT FOR LITERALLY 20 HOURS STRAIGHT ONE TIME LMAO. LOVE YOU GIRLLLL<333

"I'm okay, I swear!" You put your hand over his and it flexes on the bed, "I just need to rest, most of it was deflected by my water bending."

Zuko's thumb crawls out from underneath your palm and gently rubs the top of your hand, "But not all. You- you got hit by lightning, Y/n. You could have died."

You grunt as you shift on the bed, the bandages around your stomach preventing a fully comfortable position. "Yes, but I didn't. You don't have to worry, Zu, I'm not going anywhere."

And something about the way the light from the candle beside your bed catches your expression, casting such beautiful shadows on your reassuring smile, compels a heart-wrenching feeling inside Zuko. He needs you to know, in case he doesn't get a chance to say it again and because his overwhelming gratitude for your kindness towards him needs him to repay your pain with something almost as difficult to do.

"Y/n," He starts and despite the nerves, keeps his fiery gaze locked onto yours, "I- I can't lose you. I wouldn't know what to do."

You're a little taken aback, a rosy blush dancing with the firelight across your cheeks but you remain with that comforting smile of yours, "You'd keep being the good person you are, keep loving."

"I don't know if I could," He confesses with a small shiver down his spine knowing all he can tell you is the truth, "I don't think I can be a person at all without you. I can't live without you."

Your eyes widen, easy grin flattering and Zuko knows that rejection is coming, braces for it like he's in the presence of his father again until your soft hand is pulling his face closer and you're kissing him. You're kissing him slow and gentle, like leaves in a summer breeze but its your lips and it drives him crazy all the same. He presses a little more, molding his mouth against yours when a rushed exhale leaves your nose and he remembers your wound.

He pulls out of your reach, clutching the hand that drew him in as he checks your tummy and makes sure you're alright.

"Zuko," It comes out breathless and accompanied by a laugh, "I'd be more alright if you kiss me again."

So he does. A couple more times actually. And when you ask him to lay next to you in the bed as you sleep, no matter how red the idea makes him, he blows out the candle and tucks you in anyway. He watches your eyelashes flutter as little snores leave the lips that left him speechless and knows that he gets to watch you breathe in and breathe out, everyday for the rest of his life.

He wants to kiss your forehead but you're a light sleeper from your time with the Gaang so instead, he opts to kiss you tomorrow. And the tomorrow after that, and the one after that too. And he gets to kiss you and hold you and watch you breathe for the rest of his life, knowing how deep the love of yours goes as he traces a lighting bolt into the sheet beneath him.

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i just started Bucchigiri and love your stuff!!! 😭 Can you do one for Matakara having a crush on a new transfer girl? She wears the boys uniform and a hoodie over her head so she doesn't get attention. He only finds out cuz she helped treat his wounds after a fight once and it's been their secret ever since

Thank you so much! Hope you like this!

Just Between Us

Matakara/afab!Reader

Summary: Matakara takes it upon himself to befriend the new introverted transfer student and develops a crush, unaware they're both keeping secrets from the other. wc: 2.2k a/n: no warnings, mostly just fluff and a few swear words. reader is afab but I personally written them as being gender fluid. I also headcanon Matakara as bi disaster. Enjoy!

You yawn, barely paying attention as your teacher goes on about something to do with…history? English? Biology? At this point you don’t bother keeping track; no one else does. Usually everyone in your homeroom is openly hooting and hollering over the lecture; on good days, most of the other students are zoned out or passing notes, not even attempting to be sneaky about it.

Speaking of, a folded up card gets flicked on your desk; you look, puzzled at it, and back to your seatmate. On your right is Matakara Asamine, smiling patiently and pointing to the paper.

You roll your eyes but smile back; he has your number, the two of you could easily have a whole conversation over text if you wished to. Still, you open the little piece of paper and read what Matakara scribbled: he’s asking if you want to see a movie after school. You stifle a chuckle and write back an affirmative, deliberately sliding your hand over the surface of his desk; after he reads your answer, Matakara pumps his fist silently in a display of excitement. Your profile is obscured with your hood up and your head turned, so you hope he doesn’t see how wide you’re grinning. 

It’s only been a few months since you transferred to Ichizu and you’re grateful to have made a few decent friends; with the district's reputation, you hadn’t expected to do much in the way of socializing. You weren't particularly street smart or experienced in self defense even: you were one of the few students who fell into the “harmless wallflower” category. There were a handful of kids at school who were like you; they just sort of walked around, didn’t speak much, and were largely ignored by the majority of the school populace as too weak and plain to bother with. 

The Minato Kai and Siguma members mostly kept to themselves, interested in their own rivalry and their own personal circles of friends and acquaintances. Normies like you were mildly entertaining to mess with, and while you did get some teasing and the occasional shove in the hallway, you had sufficiently flown under the radar.

At least, until Matakara Asamine decided he wanted to make you his friend. From the beginning you were surprised, but not especially wary. The general opinion of Matakara was that he was strong and had integrity, two traits that Minato Kai prized; his revered older brother would surely be proud, who you had also heard good things about. With all that in mind, you didn’t hesitate too much when Matakara and his friends asked you to sit with them to eat or tag along to the batting cages. Frankly, you let everyone else do most of the talking; it was fun though. You genuinely enjoyed the company and Matakara shot down any attempts to get you to pledge with their gang. 

“What are we going to see later?” You ask as you take a seat next to Zabu, handing him the manga he had lent you a week prior. “Sorry it took so long, I lost it in the pile.”

“Eh, you can keep that if you want.” Zabu scrunches his nose at the volume, sliding it back towards you. “I’m not into that sappy shit.”

“Huh?” You raise an eyebrow. “Why’d ya buy it?”

“I heard it was supposed to be good, but it was cliche as hell.” Zabu shrugs, jabbing his elbow into Sakegaki’s side; said boy had been reaching his chopsticks into Zabu’s bento to nab a piece of grilled meat. “What movie? Are we going to see a movie?”

“Um-”

“Hey guys!” 

Matakara almost startles you with how loudly his voice booms; he plops down onto the bench next to you. “Sorry, the bread line was crazy today.”

“Figures, it’s half off day. What’d you get?” Zabu asks curiously.

“Yakisoba, here,” Matakara takes one of the sealed baggies of treats and puts one on top of your plate. “I owe you for last time, your favorite is the melon bread, right?”

“Yeah, but you didn’t have to.” You add. “Thanks though.”

“No problem.”

Lunch period comes and goes and you completely forget to ask what movie the four of you are going to see, but it doesn’t bug you much. You don’t really mind if it means you get to sit by Matakara again; the last time you went to the movies with him he had shared a bucket of popcorn with you, whispering into your ear every now and again to comment on something. You spend the rest of the day hoping you’ll be able to sit next to him again, maybe have one of those moments where your hands touch by accident. Zabu doesn’t know what he’s talking about in your humble opinion: if it was up to you, your school life would be one big, romantic comedy cliche, and Matakara would be the male lead.

Except, as things are now with you passing for a boy, you’re pretty sure your role as of now is the quiet friend, the awkward loner adopted by the popular kid. Not a bad deal all things considered, but it makes having a crush something of a pain in the ass. Still, you’ll take some yearning on your end if it means you can continue going through your school days mostly unnoticed and unbothered. The fact of the matter is presenting as a girl is a hassle; even the toughest girls in your class have to deal with being pursued and bugged by obnoxious wannabe casanovas who think they’re the earth’s gift to women. 

So far, you haven’t had any risky encounters: the gender neutral bathroom, dirty and falling apart like everything else in the school, helps avoid your secret getting out and you skip changing for gym because…well, pretty much everyone else does anyway and the teachers don’t care. You can’t see any reason why you shouldn’t keep passing as a boy until graduation; not to mention, the boy’s uniforms are comfier. 

“Where’s the guys?” 

It’s the late afternoon and you’re changed into baggy sweats and battered sneakers; inside your jacket are four packages of candy picked up from the convenience store you’re presently loitering outside of to sneak into the theater. Matakara is late; you’re about to text him when you hear his voice calling out to you. Down the sidewalk, Matakara is running your way, smiling wide and out of uniform; as he reaches you, your eyes widen.

“What the hell? You’re bleeding man.” You step up to him, craning your neck to get a good look at the cut over his eyebrow. “What the hell happened?”

“Ah, one of Siguma’s guys challenged me on my way here.” Matakara raises his fingers to the small gash. “Oh wow, I didn’t realize his kick landed that hard.”

“Matakara, hold on a second.”

“Where are you-?”

You rush into the store; in three minutes you’ve returned with a box of bandages, a small bag of cotton swabs, disinfecting ointment, hand sanitizer, and a bottle of water.

“What’s the water for?”

“Flush out the wound. Some of the blood’s drying.” 

You make Matakare sit down on the wooden bench on the side of the building and lay out the supplies. He watches you silently as you pour some of the clean water onto a swab and begin to carefully wipe off the dried blood, soaking up the bit that’s still oozing. Matakara is obediently still and doesn’t wince as you swipe a few dabs of ointment over the injury after sanitizing your hands properly. 

“You do this a lot?”

“Nope.” You confess, handing him the bottle of water. “Here, have some. It’s always a good idea to drink water. I’m gonna put the bandaid on; can’t believe you didn’t realize you got hit so hard.”

“I was kinda in a rush.” Matakara’s hand dwarfs the plastic bottle; he’s looking down a bit guiltily. “Sorry I was late. I thought it’d be over quicker.”

“Well, the guys are late anyway, so it works out.” You gently smooth the bandage across his eyebrow. “There, it should be fine. Are you sure you don’t feel dizzy or anything? Maybe we should skip the movie.”

“No!” Matakara says, sitting up straight. “I’m totally fine, seriously. Thanks for taking care of me.”

“I should be the one saying that.” You sit next to him with a sigh. “Don’t apologize; I’m lucky you want to hang out with me at all.”

“Of course I do! You’re fun to be around and you’re a good listener and you’re really-” 

Matakara stops talking; he suddenly looks away and takes a sip of water. You stare at him, a bit flattered and a lot confused. Matakara's been acting a little off all day come to think of it.

“Should I text the guys? You told them where we were gonna meet, right?” You check your phone while Matakara finishes the water. “Think they went straight to the theater?”

“Um, actually, Sakegaki and Zabu aren’t coming.” Matakara tells you; he scrunches up the bottle and tosses it cleanly into the recycling bin next to him. “You don’t mind, right?”

“Oh. No, it’s cool.” You’re not lying but now your curiosity has peaked. “Is everything okay with you guys?”

“Yeah, nothing wrong.” Matakara says quickly. “If you want I can call them, if you’re not comfortable with it being just us.”

“Why wouldn't I be?”

“Because…” 

Matakara’s hands are clasped and he’s still looking at the ground; he looks troubled and you feel bad for pushing the issue, whatever it is, but something is definitely wrong. 

“I don’t mean to presume.” Matakara begins slowly, measuring his tone. “It’s none of my business, but I, um, when you got close to me, I kinda felt…your chest.”

You stare at him blankly; Matakara’s cheeks flush and he finally gives you a ‘look’. 

“Oh.” You blink. “Shit. I guess you found me out.”

“So, you were born a girl?”

“Yeah.”

“Why are you…?” Matakara averts his stare. “Wait, sorry, it’s none of my business.”

“No, you’re fine. The thing is, it’s just kind of easier to pass myself off as a guy, ya know?” You pat his shoulder. “So, would you mind keeping it between us? Honestly, I don’t really care if people see me as a guy, girl, whatever, but it would make my life easier if you didn't go telling anyone else.”

“A secret?” Matakara perks up. “Between us?”

“I’d appreciate it.”

“Sure!”

You’re a bit taken aback; you know Matakara’s a nice guy and all, but you didn’t expect him to be this easy going about your charade.

“You can trust me.” Matakara puts a hand over his heart. “I can swear it in blood.”

“No, no more bleeding!” You blanch at the thought. “Dude, it’s not that deep.”

“I know, but it’s just nice.” Matakara rubs the back of his neck; he’s beaming at you, eyes crinkling in the corners, cheeks flushed. “You know, we’re always around other people or you go off on your own; when we are together, you don’t say much…I feel like we haven’t actually gotten a chance to really know each other, so I like we have this thing that’s only for us. Does that sound weird?”

“A little, but I see what you mean.” You tug the strings of your hoodie so it closes more around your face. “If you want, we could do this more.”

“This?”

“Hanging out,” You clarify, voice softer than you mean for it to be. “Just the two of us. If you want.”

“Then, it’s okay I didn’t invite the others? You’re not uncomfortable with it?”

“I probably feel the most comfortable around you, Matakara.”

You chance peeking out and realize you’re screwed: Matakara is leaning over, right in your face, eyes glued to your face and almost shining. He radiates warmth, like he’s trying to make you gravitate closer to his side, unknowingly pulling you toward him.

"Really?"

Actually, it’s more like his hand is placed over yours and he’s moving his face close to yours; for a moment you and Matakara stare at each other mutely. His hand covers yours and you don’t feel uncomfortable but your heart might actually combust inside your ribcage from how tenderly Matakara is gazing at you. 

“Do you really mean it?” Matakara breathes, voice almost like a sigh. “Can we go to the movies now? Just you and me?”

“Uh huh.” You nod dumbly, swallowing the spit you didn’t realize was pooling from glancing at his lips. “I, um, bought candy for everyone, four of them.”

“More for us.” Matakara smiles brightly, standing up; he’s yet to let go of your hand. 

“Works for me.” You don’t try to pull your hand away, allowing Matakara to pretty much lead you down the sidewalk in the direction of the theater. You’ve never seen him act almost childishly eager and his attitude is admittedly infectious. “Let’s share a popcorn bucket, it'll be less expensive.”

“Yeah, we should split a drink too.”

Matakara looks back, and you can’t miss the mischievous glint in his eyes as your cheeks grow hot.

“…I’m gonna have to watch out for you.”

���I don’t mind. In fact,” Matakara is grinning a little too innocently for the look he’s giving you over his shoulder. “You can look at me all you want.”

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It’s “appreciate yourself” hours! Pick five pieces of writing/art that you’ve done that you love and talk about them! ❤️❤️❤️

THIS IS SO SWEET??? 😭

Umm ok!!! 🥺🥺

I really like this picture of mipha specifically!! I feel like the emotion is shown really well and even tho there are a lot of things I can't do with her to make crying more realistic (nose to go red and run, ect) I think I've shown it as best as I can ^^ I also love the way her top showed up and am proud of the little star <3

I really like this sketch. My first miphlink kiss I've drawn :D the hands look better than usual and I like the green/pink gradient. I like the looseness of the lines, too. I was really just having fun with it and not putting too much pressure on myself

Even if this didn't turn out as I'd hoped it would in colour I like how mipha turned out :'^) still disappointed with the overall outcome so won't be sharing unless prompted, sorry T.T

This animation still impresses me when I look at it XD I did that????? What???

Mipha dropped her bag onto the table with a thud. Her hands trembled on the sink as she poured herself a glass of water. She bit her lip hard, choking down a sob as she lifted the glass to her lips. She wiped her mouth, her hand coming back red with a spot of blood, mixed with lipstick. Her eyes burned with tears and she let them fall, shoulders shaking with each quiet cry. Oh, she’d messed everything up, she’d let everything fall apart and now everyone was in danger.

In the dim light of the empty safehouse it was hard to see. The window above the sink stared out at a concrete wall, a cruel mockery of what she could be looking at instead. Even from deep underground she could hear the hail thundering onto them, a constant pitter-patter with the occasional thud as a particularly large ball of ice fell.

She faintly heard the door upstairs open, multiple pairs of footsteps coming down the stairs until Gaddison, Bazz and Rivan burst into the kitchen, rosy cheeked and smiling fin-to-fin. They chatted amongst each other for less than a minute, before seeming to realise Mipha was standing at the sink and turning to her.

“Oh, Mipha. Hey.” A gentler smile curved Bazz's lips, and he picked the bandage on his cheek. Her heart rate picked up. He was, like Gaddison and Rivan, absolutely covered in bandages. A thick one was wrapped around his bicep, a blood soaked gauze was taped on Gaddison's knee, and Rivan was covered in small, shark patterned band-aids. 

“What…” She gulped, reaching backwards to steady herself on the kitchen bench. She was used to the sight of blood, but that, coupled with her exhaustion and the way they had messily covered their wounds sent a wave of light headedness to her head. “What happened…?”

Im proud of how quickly I wrote this Fisheye Lense snippet :> I really enjoy writing Mipha with a lot of people who love her and am excited to show that more in the fic 😌

Thank you so much for this! I really needed it and it made me realise how much stuff I've created recently that I'm proud of!!!

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Number 13, v2!!!

Number 13 for @valar-did-me-wrong, post season 2!!

[Note: I'm catching up a bit slower peeps, I'm currently sturying (in a rush) for exams coming this end of the week + I have stuff irl to prepare and all so apologies for delays!!😭

If you want a number, you can find them on here!]

13./ Kissing scar(s) either shortly or long after they've healed (Post-season 2 edition).

The dim light of the evening filtered through the arched windows, casting long, golden shadows across the room where Galadriel reclined against a pile of plush cushions. Her face was pale, the usual radiance of her skin dimmed by exhaustion, though her spirit remained unbroken, even after all she had endured. Her collarbone, just above the neckline of her loose, white tunic, bore the unmistakable mark of her battle—a jagged wound, freshly healed, though still tender and raw from where Sauron’s crown had nearly ended her life.

Elrond sat at her side, his presence steady and unwavering, as it had been since the moment he had pulled her back from the brink. The silvery glow of Nenya, the ring he swore he despised, still lingered faintly in his thoughts, though he had not uttered a word of regret about wielding its power to save her.

Not when she had been slipping away in his arms, her blood pooling on the ground faster than he could stop it.

“Do you always have to look so grim when you’re sitting beside me?” Galadriel’s voice broke the silence, light with her usual sharp humor despite the weakness that lingered in her tone. “One might think you’ve suffered the injury yourself.”

Elrond’s lips quirked into a faint smile, though his eyes, sharp and watchful, flicked immediately to her wound. “Forgive me for not laughing like a fool while my dear friend sits here looking as though she has been through the gates of Mandos and back.”

“Friend?” she echoed, tilting her head just slightly, though the motion sent a wince rippling across her features. “Is that all I am to you, Master Elrond Peredhel?”

He raised a brow, deftly plucking a small cloth from the bowl of ointment resting beside him. “Do you think now is the time to press me on the nature of our relationship, my lady? You can barely sit up without assistance.”

She shot him a glare, one with far less bite than usual. “I’m perfectly capable of sitting on my own, thank you very much.”

“And yet you are always glad to see me and let me help you,” he countered smoothly, dipping the cloth into the ointment and leaning forward. “Now, hold still. If you squirm like last time, I won’t be held responsible for any stinging.”

“Last time you pressed directly on the wound without warning me!” she retorted, narrowing her eyes at him but remaining still as he gently dabbed at the tender skin of her collarbone.

“It was necessary,” he said, his voice softer now, though the teasing light remained in his gaze. “You’re lucky the wound is healing as well as it is. If not for me—”

“Ah, yes,” she interrupted, her lips curving into a faint smirk. “If not for your boundless skill, your tireless devotion, and your ability to wield Nenya despite your endless complaints about its existence.”

Elrond exhaled sharply through his nose, shaking his head as he finished cleaning the wound.

“You are lucky you are too weak to dodge anything right now, or I would be tempted to thwack you for that tone.”

“And you are lucky I am too weak to retaliate,” she shot back, her smirk deepening, though it faltered slightly as his fingers brushed the edge of the scar. Her breath hitched, the pain sharp and sudden, and he immediately withdrew his hand.

“Galadriel,” he said quietly, his brows furrowing as his teasing demeanor faded into concern. “You should have told me it still hurts this much.”

“I’m fine,” she said quickly, though her voice lacked its usual strength. “It’s nothing I cannot bear.”

He didn’t answer at first, his gaze fixed on the scar. It was healing, yes, but it was still angry, purple, reminding him how close he had come to losing her. Slowly, he reached out again, his touch feather-light this time as his fingers traced the edge of the wound. She tensed slightly but didn’t pull away.

“I hate seeing you like this,” he murmured, his voice barely more than a whisper. His hand lingered, warm and steady against her skin. “We nearly lost you. I nearly lost you…”

“But you didn’t,” she replied, her voice softening. “Thanks to you.”

His lips pressed into a thin line, and for a moment, he looked as though he might argue, but instead, he leaned closer. Without a word, he dipped his head and pressed a kiss to the edge of her scar, where the skin was tender and pink. The touch was so gentle it was almost imperceptible, but it sent a shiver through her nonetheless.

“Elrond,” she said, her voice catching, though whether it was from surprise or something deeper, she couldn’t say.

He didn’t pull back immediately. Instead, he let his lips linger against her skin, his breath warm against her collarbone. When he finally did draw back, his eyes met hers, and the weight of his emotions—concern, affection, and something deeper—shone plainly in his gaze.

“You deserve far better than this pain,” he said softly, his fingers brushing over her hand now, intertwining with hers. “But if I can ease it, even a little, I will.”

She swallowed, her throat tight with something she couldn’t name. “You’re too kind for your own good.”

“And you’re too stubborn for yours,” he replied, his lips curving into a faint smile. “But I suppose that’s why we make such a pair.”

She let out a soft laugh, her fingers tightening around his. “You’re lucky I tolerate you.”

“Lucky indeed,” he murmured, his voice warm and teasing again, though the tenderness in his gaze remained.

Elrond’s hands moved with the practiced care of a healer as he finished tending to the wound on her collarbone, his touch light but deliberate. The soft scent of the ointment—a blend of herbs that he had prepared himself—lingered in the air, mixing with the faintly floral scent of her freshly washed hair. She sat back against the headboard, a faint flush to her cheeks, whether from the lingering pain or the warmth of the room.

“You handle me as though I’m made of glass,” she remarked, arching a golden brow at him. “Am I so fragile in your eyes, Elrond?”

He exhaled through his nose, his lips twitching upward despite himself into a humourless smile.

“You’ve just been stabbed by Sauron’s crown and nearly died in my arms. Forgive me if I don’t treat you like the indomitable warrior you insist you are, at least for a while.”

Her smirk dropped into a faint smile, though it was softer than usual. “I am indomitable, as you’ve said. Were you expecting me to crumble? To give in to weakness?”

“Never,” he said simply, his voice a quiet murmur as he capped the jar of ointment and set it aside. “But even the strongest among us need time to heal. And you’ve earned your rest, Galadriel.”

She tilted her head slightly, studying him with a curious light in her eyes. “And you? When will you rest? You’ve barely left my side since the fight. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were worried about me.”

Elrond rolled his eyes, his tone laced with dry humor. “What gave it away? The endless hours tending to your wounds or the fact that I brought you back from death with a ring I swore I would never touch?”

Her smile widened, though her eyes softened as they lingered on him. “Ah, yes. The great Elrond Half-elven, wielding the power of Nenya despite his disdain for it. Truly, I never thought I’d live to see the day.”

“You nearly didn’t,” he said, his gaze dropping to the scar on her collarbone, his expression flickering with guilt, fear, relief all intertwined. “And had I not used the ring, you wouldn’t be sitting here teasing me now.”

She hummed thoughtfully, reaching out to trace her fingers along the edge of his sleeve. “I suppose I should thank you, then. Though I must admit, I rather enjoyed watching you eat your words.”

“Don’t push your luck,” he replied, though the corner of his mouth curved upward. “I still haven’t forgiven you for recklessly throwing yourself into danger without a second thought.”

“I’m alive, aren’t I?” she quipped, leaning back against the cushions with a small sigh.

“Barely,” he muttered under his breath, his fingers brushing absently against her arm as he leaned closer. “You have no idea how close it was, Galadriel.”

The weight of his words settled between them, and for a moment, neither of them spoke. Then, slowly, she shifted, making space for him on the bed.

“Sit with me,” she said softly, her voice free of its usual sharpness.

He hesitated only a moment before obliging, settling himself beside her and pulling her gently into his arms. She went willingly, resting her head against his chest as his arms encircled her. Her body, still weak and aching, relaxed into his warmth, and she felt the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her ear.

For a while, they simply sat there, the quiet of the room broken only by the distant hum of the evening wind. Elrond’s fingers brushed absently through her hair, his touch slow and soothing.

“You frighten me sometimes,” he admitted quietly, his voice barely more than a murmur. “You act as though nothing can harm you, as though the weight of the world is yours alone to carry. But you’re not invincible, Galadriel.”

“I know,” she said softly, her voice muffled against his tunic. “I know, Elrond.”

He pressed his lips to the crown of her head, lingering there as if to reassure himself that she was still alive, still here with him. When he pulled back, he rested his cheek against her hair, his breath warm against her temple.

“You’ve always been hotheaded,” he said, though the words were laced with affection. “But I wouldn’t have you any other way, Galadriel.”

She let out a soft laugh, her hand coming up to rest lightly against his chest. “And you’ve always been exasperatingly careful. But I suppose I wouldn’t have you any other way, either.”

He chuckled, the sound low and warm, and for a moment, the weight of their shared burdens seemed to lift.

“I’ll heal, Elrond,” she said after a moment, her voice quiet but certain. “I always do.”

“I know,” he said softly, his arms tightening around her as he nuzzled into her hair. “But let me take care of you until you do.”

She didn’t argue, for once. Instead, she closed her eyes and let herself rest, safe in the arms of the one person she trusted above all others.

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Okay so, from what I've scrolled through your blog for, I have gathered you probably write for demon slayer if you don't , please tell me so I can give this request to somebody else

So Reader is a demon yes, but when sanemi opens the box after stabbing it, READER POPS OUT INSTEAD OF NEZUKO. TANJIRO DOSENT KNIW WHO THEY ARE SO READER IS JUST LIKE"You really had to do that huh you grape fu- oh no this isn't my cabinet"

Cabinet demon real/j

Yaya of course I will. Dw I definitely write for demon Slayer, and I'm not gonna lie here I laughed at this request.

Uninvited guest

Pairing: everyone X gn reader???

Genre: fluff

Pronouns: none

Warnings: stabbing, I kinda took the "cabinet demon" fr so for readers demon art, they can like teleport/switch places between them and another person between inclosed spaces (cabinets, boxes ect) idrk

Summary: how the hashiras and other react to reader coming out of the box instead of nezuko?? Idk😭

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Pulling his katana out of the box, sanemi stood back and flicked the door open. Stepping back he looked confused as a different demon stepped out, not only him but everyone looked lost.

Especially tanjiro.

"h-hey! What did you do to my sister!" Tanjiro yelled tring to get up but was held back by Obanai. Looking down you saw stab wounds from the wind hashira infrount of you.

"oi, what was the stabbing for huh? I'm just trying to sleep in my ca-" looking around your finally realised you weren't were you fell asleep.

"oh" you said awkwardly still looking at the people in front of you. "where did you take my sister!?" You glanced down to the red haired boy on the ground. "Well where I last fell asleep" you said shrugging.

"Bring that demon back here now!" the blond yelled holding his katana up to you neck. "Your the one that stabbed me while I was trying to sleep" a smile playing on your lips.

You huffed walking off somewhere in the mansion, only to come back with a sleepy looking nezuko rubbing her eyes.

"she was in my cabinet, wasn't hard to find her. Here and please don't stab the poor girl. Shit hurts" you finished before walking back into the mansion yawning.

"nezuko! Are you ok?!" Tanjiro yelled while straining against Obanai. She nodded in reply before looking at sanemi and scrunching her nose with a huff.

"well do you guys know who that person was?" Mitsuri question with her hand resting on her cheek as always.

"huh well their not very flashy, or cute. But at least they didn't attack Shinazugawa when they revealed themselves!" Tengen spoke loudly.

"I believe we must warn the master there is a demon wondering the mansion than, bring them down" Shinobu spoke softly.

"no need my children, this is y/n. The demon who also lives here"

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This was so rushed I'm so sorry. I have work and stuff to do tomorrow so I threw some random things together. If would want me to redo or fix stuff just ask and I will<333

Thank you for the request - @whenyourunlabeledbutlabeled

[kyluxtrashpit]

Hi, I'm wondering if you'd mind briefly telling what's happened in plague doctor from issue 8 onwards? I have no access to the comics nor can I read Russian but I'm obsessed 😭

Hello! And sure, I absolutely can give you some brief summary! I feel you though, I've been translating the issues myself out of desperation skdsldlss. They're just SO GOOD!

Okay I'm gonna assume you've read to the end of volume 7 and just go from there, and I'll put it all behind a cut for those who don't want spoilers (also this is long cause I'm rambly RIP lmao)

Okay so we leave off 7 with Oleg captured and Sergey finding out. In 8 Sergey essentially has a near mental breakdown, asks if he's still alive, and then is instructed to go to a certain address - alone, no PD suit (cause they still think it's him in the suit). Sergey agrees. He picks up Lera, has her drive because he's so nervous he almost crashed the car twice and got it scraped up, and then he basically infodumps the whole Rag/Bird situation at her. He confirms Bird is gone but that Rag is still there, and it's Rag he fears - he hates being helpless

He drops Lera off in the suit early so she can find a good place to hide and Sergey goes in alone. His only weapons are a powerbank and Oleg's wolf necklace, both of which Vad lets him keep. Altan pulls out a sword to cut Sergey's head off without a word but Sergey pleads for him to at least explain how he figured out Sergey was still alive. Apparently Altan has connections to Holt Manufacturing and thus heard about someone getting a PD suit - who else could it be? Altan raises the sword again but, before he can do any damage, Lera interferes, dropping a hanging platform as a distraction. She strikes at Altan, but it's revealed he's also wearing a combat suit from Holt

Then we go right to 9 where it's mostly fighting. Sergey takes out a few guys before Oleg appears out of the dust clouds, commenting that he wont survive a 6th bullet and telling Sergey not to miss "this time" as he holds the handcuffs above his head. Sergey shoots the chain and they stand back to back. Vad, meanwhile, is not participating in the fight, just sits on a fold-out stool and keeps score basically lmao (I'm not kidding)

Meanwhile, Lera and Altan fight, Lera taking one of his swords, and Altan lectures her about serving someone else's agenda, how she's not the moral one here for following Sergey, stuff like that. Lera basically says she knows Sergey sucks but Altan isn't better here, so she's going to stop him. There's a glorious montage of Sergey just going ham with a knife and we also learn that Oleg's wolf pendant came from his father. Anyway, Sergey and Oleg succeed and take out all the mercenaries but Vad is gone. Oleg is tired and hurt. Cut back to Lera: she disarms Altan and puts the sword to Altan's neck. He comments that she's not kilingl him and she says he needs to go to jail, but he basically scoffs and says he'll be out in a day, he's rich and powerful like Sergey, death is the only option. But before that can go anywhere, Vad appears from behind Lera and throws her off the platform, hitting the stairs a few floors below hard. Vad carries Altan off, Sergey helps Oleg to the car, and then goes back for Lera, who's unconscious and bleeding from her nose

Now we get to volume 10, where we have 3 stories. Sergey's and Oleg's revolve around them talking about their emotions and relationship (no, I'm not exaggerating lmao). We also find out Lera had to go to the hospital and is resting at home now, but more on her later. Sergey cleans Oleg's wounds and redoes his bandages. Oleg confesses he was angry with Sergey about not listening to him, and that Sergey can't decide if Oleg is his 'friend, partner, or subordinate'. Yes, PARTNER. Anyway, they resolve that spat, and talk about the 5 bullets too, and Oleg says that out of all he's done, that's the thing Sergey had the least responsibility in and thus he shouldn't feel guilty. Sergey goes to get more supplies and dinner and thinks to himself that Oleg is wrong, Sergey lost control so it is his fault, and he still loves to kill people. He worries about keeping control of that else it'll destroy their relationship.

At the restaurant, he runs into Vad, but both of them are unarmed, so they just talk. Vad doesn't take Altan seriously as a boss it seems, and Sergey asks why Vad didn't participate. Vad just says he was curious to see how it'd go. Sergey notes Altan could've died but Vad just says he didn't. They part with Vad warning Sergey about that Altan isn't the scariest thing in the city and that Sergey has now attracted the attention of far worse people. Sergey scoffs, ignoring the warning

Then Altan's story opens with his father being assassinated by a mysterious order that is present in Igor Grom, followed by a flashback to Altan first arriving in St Petersburg to enact his plans. The rest is about him in Hong Kong, angry, training with Vad. Yuma, his sister, calls him in to talk. Yuma runs the whole gang and she is absolutely not impressed with how Altan fumbled the Plague Doctor situation. She says that a man who hates his enemy can't think straight. Altan protests, says he never wanted this life, wasn't trained from birth to take over the clan like she was. But he'll get Sergey next time, he swears. She threatens him, points a knife at him, and says that if he can't, she will deal with it, the way she usually does

The last is Lera's where she has a nightmare about a horrible bird creature using her as a puppet and a monstrous Altan killing her family and then her. She wakes up to her worried mother. We see that Lera's ribs were broken and she is just COVERED in bruises. Her family is worried, but Lera insists she fell from an icy railroad crossing. None of them believe her. Kirill asks if Sergey is her boyfriend and is beating her but she scoffs and dismisses that and explains how exhausted she is and how she doesn't have the energy to keep arguing about this. Meanwhile, her mother meets with some friends (also characters from Igor Grom) and confesses her worries. They say they have police connections who can help - the connection turns out to be Dima. He talks to Lera but she sticks with her story, though she does ask if anything really does happen, can she call him, and he says yes and gives her his card. He goes back to her family and tells them to trust her, she'll tell the truth in time. There's another nightmare and this time Lera frees herself. She vows that she doesn't want to be Sergey's puppet anymore. She's the Plague Doctor now and he'll have to admit it

There's then a final scene of someone buying a lot of meat at a corner store and beating the shit out of some assholes there. Like as in with supernatural strength. It's revealed at the end this person is Chrysalis, another Igor Grom character, who is a serious threat. Vad's words about a more serious threat are written again

OKAY and 11 lmao. 11 is a crossover with Major Igor Grom. We get a flashback of Rubenstein talking about how special and weird Sergey is, and how he must treat this entirely new form of mental illness that is Bird. Of course, we know he loses Sergey when he escapes, so he talks about his next 3 patients (Poet, Chrysalis, and the third I can't remember the name of - these are also Igor Grom characters). They had potential but they don't have what he's looking for and they're uncontrollable, killing patients, so he has to "hide them somewhere no one will find them". He also talks about Igor and how he's promising but resisting treatment. Rubenstein is insistent on finding a cure, no matter the cost

Next scene is Sergey having a nightmare about Igor and a mirror, and then we get into some new characters, some cultists taking about a "cleansing" they need to do. We're next introduced to Max and Banu, police officers who've been looking into the Dagbaev case, and they're looking for clues on the 15 bodies serovolk left at the warehouse. It's all very odd for the Dagbaevs to leave bodies behind. Charon, the medical examiner, is also introduced. Max is the prosecuter's son and so he gets the baby treatment by being partnered with Banu, as she's a lot older and more cautious. Max is sick of it, wants to do more exciting things, like the famous Igor does. But, due to the higher ups wanting it to happen, Banu, despite her protests to them, informs Max they've been given the Plague Doctor case and he's thrilled

They investigate for a bit and ultimately decide to call Igor for info. Igor reluctantly agrees to chat. His analysis is that the person on the roof wasn't Sergey and that Igor would've known if it was, but that this whole scheme could either be him or a very convincing copycat - it's his style. Igor confesses that it worries him that this could be Sergey and Igor says he never wants to see him again. He doesn't want to lose anyone else he cares about. He hopes Sergey agrees. Banu and Max leave him alone after that, not involving him in the investigation

Then we get to see Sergey! He's at a museum, looking at a famous Botticelli piece and enjoying it greatly. There's a flashback to him and Oleg talking. Oleg is in bed, still healing, and tells Sergey can't you wait, you need to be careful. Sergey says he just won't be able to wait and he'll be careful, it's a museum, it'll be fine. Oleg reluctantly agrees so Sergey tells him he'll be back by 8 to help change his bandages. Back at the museum, Sergey is approached by a stranger who starts talking about all the people in the museum. Sergey is annoyed, tells him repeatedly to go away. Then some people with guns come in and the stranger explains that they are cultists, who believe everyone there is lost and needs to be "saved" (by being killed) and that the art is a symbol of paganism, which is corrupting them. The stranger is then revealed to be Poet, saying 'so, should we talk now, Sergey?'. Which means he knows who Sergey is

And that's the end! I tried to include the important details but this still only a summary lmao. I highly recommend finding a way to read them when you have the chance, they're SO good omg

[lunaflvms]

Hi Luna. I will share what happened. I was home with my older brother, and my dad came home drunk and started accusing me of stuff i didnt do. and he got mad and took my blankets and pillows away and i was crying in my room. then he came in and hit me over the head, pinched my ear, pulled my hair, and tried to make my nose bleed by shoving his nail in it. i was crying and screaming for my mom but she was just laying in her bed. then i kept crying bc i didnt know how to calm myself down, and he came back and hit me again. so then he closed the door, and i felt really hurt all over, so i just wanted to end it. i tried choking myself with my hands, but it didnt really work:/ so then i tried stabbing myself with a pen but it wasnt sharp enough, it just left a mark on my neck. then i tried pushing down on my face with my pillow. then my sister came in and stopped me. i got called out to the living room, and my dad almost hit me again bc knot was coming down my nose, and out of my mouth. so i had to take a shower. i went to bed. under my sheets again. and it was super cold to. he put the air to like 50 degrees or something so yeah it was freezing. i felt uncomfortable sleeping bc my head hurt every time i rested my head on my mattress. and i kept waking up to being cold. i barely slept last night. i feel weak. and i dont want to be here anymore. my head really hurts like theres a big open wound behind it.

- lover anon.

hello lover anon :(( and oh my 🙁 im so sorry you have to live with rhis but please dont try to hurt urself 🙁 you dont deserve any of this, theres not much i can do 😭 but could u tell another adult about this? i mean ur dad physically hurt you and hes always drunk too 🙁 this isnt healthy for the both of you and does ur dad do this to ur other siblings to? 🙁 but please try and go get help telling anyone that can be trusted like ur school, local police, neighbours, other family members? ik u said u didnt want ur dad to go to jail again because hes been in and out but what hes doing is so wrong 🙁 ik i dont have much of a say in this but im just advising u to try and seek help ☹️ ur so strong and im glad ur sister did stop you, please try and keep going it’ll get better 🙁 ik it will