#nina responds to~✦

[nina-ya]

Request since you want something nsfw: reader getting horny and interrupting Law while he’s working/studying, reader sucking his cock under the desk (out of view) when someone suddenly enters the room, Law having to control his breathing and pretend everything’s fine, then reader getting absolutely railed against the desk when the other person leaves the room. Happy writing! x

A/N: HI NONNIE!! thank you for being patient with me! I enjoyed this a little too much and made this much longer than I originally intended but here!! Pairing: Law x AFAB!reader CW: NSFW MINORS DNI, oral sex (male receiving), masturbation, would this be exhibitionism? ima say that for now! unprotected sex (wrap it up yall), law calls reader a slut like twice, creampie, rough sex • masterlist • ko-fi • discord server •

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You tried to hold back and wait for Law to wrap up his work. He told you it would only just be ‘a bit longer.’ That was 3 hours ago. You tried so desperately to wait, going through the motions of distracting yourself: flipping through a book, taking a shower, even just lying on Law’s bed, legs dangling off the side The longer Law sat at his desk though, jotting down notes and muttering under his breath, the more restless you became. 

Impatience was soon overshadowed by desire and every glance at him, every time he brushed his fingers over his hair, every shift of his body sent heat pooling between your legs. The way he looked so focused, so intent on his work, only added fuel to the flame. And as the minutes dragged on, your frustration grew.

You bite your lip and glance over at him from where you sat, letting out a huff. He looked so serene, so unaffected, it was as if the idea of getting lost in you hadn’t even crossed his mind. 

Enough was enough. 

You got up and padded over to him. He didn’t notice you at first, too engrossed in whatever he was writing down. You were now behind him, hands reaching up and gently sliding over his shoulders, and in response he just stiffened slightly, barely acknowledging your presence. 

“I said I’d be done soon,” he muttered, but that rasp in his voice told you that he wasn’t quite as unaffected by your presence as he seemed. 

You leaned down, pressing into his back, and your fingers trailed down his chest, slowly. Your lips brushed the shell of his ear as you whispered, “Three hours is hardly ‘soon,’ Law.”

You could feel him tensing up below you, his body going stiff beneath your touch. But he still didn’t look up at you. 

“Come on,” you murmur, “just take a break, you need one.” you pull his chair back, the legs dragging against the floor and you shift so now you’re in front of him. Law watched you, pen still gripped in his hand, and he called out your name in a warning tone. 

You ignored the warning in his voice, sinking to your knees and shimmying slightly underneath the desk with a playful grin. You wanted to make him lose control, to force him out of that concentrated calm. 

Your fingers made quick work of the button and zipper of his jeans, and before he could protest, you were freeing him from the confines of his pants. His cock was already hard, the weight of it heavy as you stroked him slowly, teasing him with feather-light touches that had him gripping the pen in his hand until his knuckles turned white. 

“Stop that,” he growled, though it lacked any conviction. His body betrayed him, hips twitching slightly as you leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his tip. 

“Make me,” you whisper, lips brushing the head before taking him into your mouth. Law hissed out, his head tipping back slightly as you swallowed him down. The tip of your mouth, the wet warmth of your tongue as you swirled around him– it was everything that he didn’t realize he needed. Law let out a sigh as he caved to your advances, dropping the pen in his head with a small thud as it hit the floor. ‘Well that didn’t last very long’ you thought to yourself as he gave in rather quickly. He leaned back into his chair, breath deepening as one inked hand snaked through your hair, guiding it up and down his length. 

As you slurped and sucked on him, you can't help but let one of your own hands drift lower. The need between your legs is unbearable, the heat pooling in your core is screaming for attention. You part your thighs, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your underwear, determined to relieve yourself of the building pressure.

The moment your fingers brush your swollen clit, a low moan vibrates in your throat, muffled by Law’s cock between your lips. The sensation sends waves of pleasure surging right to your core, and you grind your hips against your hand as you continue to bob your head, your tongue swirling around the head of his cock in slow, torturous circles.

Your lips glide over Law’s cock, taking him deeper with each movement, your cheeks hollowing as you suck, swirling your tongue around the sensitive tip. “Fuck,” he hisses out, hips beginning to roll in time with your movements, meeting your mouth halfway as you take him in. You hum softly in satisfaction, taking him deeper, your fingers continuing their lazy circle over your clit. 

knock knock knock

Your entire body freezes in place, your mouth still wrapped around Law’s cock, and your heart leaping into your throat. 

“Captain?” a voice calls out, startling you. Fuck it’s Shachi. And he's blissfully unaware of what's happening under this desk. 

Shahi doesn’t even wait before opening the door and stepping inside. Law stiffens, his grip on your hair tightening reflexively as his breath hitches. You hold back the urge to yelp out at the sudden pain in your hair, but the grip loosens thankfully. You see his entire body tense beneath you, but when he speaks up, his voice remains calm. “What is it?”

“I needed to go over some reports with you, do you have a second?” Shachi asked, casually unbothered, as though you are not just a few feet away kneeling under this desk with a cock shoved down your throat. 

Law’s jaw clenches, his gaze briefly flickering to you, eyes narrow as if daring you to move. But you can’t help yourself. A wicked idea flickers through your mind, and you slowly take him once more, the wet heat of your tongue sliding against his length. 

Law sucks in a sharp breath, his hand trembling against your scalp as he struggles to keep his voice even. “Can it wait?” he mutters out rather quickly. 

“Um, we need to get this sorted now-”

“Get on with it.” Law interrupts, praying that Shachi will wrap this up quickly. 

“There’s been an issue with the supply inventory. I wanted to get your approval for–”

Your tongue flicks over his sensitive tip as you bob your head slowly, teasing him in a way that has him biting down on his lower lip to keep from groaning. His thighs tense, cock twitching in your mouth, but he somehow finds the strength to keep it together. 

“Mm… just leave it on my desk,” Law says, voice heavy and more strained than usual. He leans forward slightly, trying to maintain that illusion of composure as you continue to torment him beneath the desk. 

You hollow your cheeks, sucking him harder, determined to make him lose his cool. The satisfaction of knowing that you are pushing him to the edge while he tries to maintain a normal conversation makes your own arousal spike, and you grind your hips against your hand once more, holding back a moan of your own as you work him over. 

Shachi is still talking, something about requisitions and updates, but Law’s mind is far from focused on his words. He lets out a shuddering breath as you take him deeper, the head of his cock brushing the back of your throat. The grip in your hair tightens as a means of warning you, but you ignore it, your lips and tongue moving in a rhythm that is aimed at driving him mad. 

You glance up at him again, watching as his jaw clenches harder, his eyes squeeze shut for a moment as he fights that internal battle. His entire body is taut with the effort of holding back, but you can feel how close he is to losing control. 

Law’s voice breaks just slightly as he interrupts Shachi mid-sentence. “Leave it,” he practically barks out, impatience dripping in his tone. “Now.”

There’s a pause, and you hear Shachi shift, clearly caught off guard by the abruptness. “Uh… sure thing.”

Your heart races as you hear the door shut with a ‘click’ and the second it closes, Law’s hand tightens in your hair, pulling your mouth off of him with a harsh tug. You whine out, the sound echoing in the sudden silence, and you can see his amber eyes darken, igniting with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. There’s something dangerously possessive in his gase as it locks onto yours, and before you can blink, he’s yanking you up from under the desk, forcing you to stand as the chair scrapes back violently. 

“You little brat,” he hisses, spinning you around and slamming your chest against the desk, his body pressed tightly against your back. You barely have time to brace yourself as he tears your underwear down, his fingers sliding between your soaked folds, inked fingers being coated by your essence. “Thought you can tease me and get away with it?”

You whimper out in response, and you push your hips back against him, desperate for more. His fingers graze over your throbbing clit, ripping whimpers from you with every slight touch, before pulling you away, leaving you trembling with anticipation. 

Law growls low in his throat, his chest pressed flush against your back as he leans over you. His breath is hot against your neck and you grip the edge of the desk, knuckles turning white. His fingers, still slick with your arousal, dig into your hips, guiding you into position. The tension between you two is nearly about to snap, and you can feel the heat radiating off of him as his cock throbs against your entrance, teasing you with shallow thrusts. 

“Is this what you wanted?” he rasps, voice rough. His hand slides up your spine, fingers dancing along your back until they reach your neck. In one motion, he pushes your head down, pressing your cheek against the cold surface of the desk. “Answer me.” 

You try to speak but all that escapes is a whimper, your body trembling beneath him as you strain against his hold. His grip tightens, fingers pressing into your neck as he holds you firmly in place. 

“I asked you a question,” he hisses out, his hips grinding against your ass, pushing you harder against the desk. “Is this what you wanted, you little minx?”

“Yes,” you gasp, “Yes Law. I need you.”

The confession seemed to snap whatever thin thread of restraint he had left and he pushed his cock in, slamming until he was buried all the way inside. The moment that Law thrusts into you, the world narrows to that intoxicating sensation of him stretching you. Your body jerks forward with the force, the hard edge off the desk biting into your hips as your hole swallows every inch of him. The fullness is almost too much, too sudden, and a loud cry rips from your throat. 

His hand keeps you firmly in place as you squirm beneath him, overwhelmed by the intensity of his thrusts, each one rougher than the last. You are completely at his mercy, and the thought of it only makes your body pulse with even more desire. 

His other hand trails along your side, the touch deceptively soft as it makes its way to your waist, squeezing it with a bruising grip. He pulls you back onto him as he slams into you again and again, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the room alongside your whimpers and mewls. You can barely think straight, barely holding onto reality as he fuck you deeper, harder, grinding his hips into yours with each thrust. 

“Look at you,” Law growls, his voice thick with need as he looms over you. “So fucking desperate… couldn’t even wait. You wanted to get caught, didn’t you? That’s why you didn’t stop when we had some company, right?”

Heat flushes your face as the embarrassment of just how right he was and the thrill of it just hits you. You try to shake your head, try to deny it, but the truth still clings to the edges of your mind. You could never admit that the idea of almost getting caught only turned you on more. 

Law’s chuckle is low and dark. “Didn’t care who was in the room, did you?” he continues, each thrust accentuating his words. “So fucking impatient… just had to have me. What would they have thought if you knew what a little slut you are?”

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, the discomfort of the desk digging into your hips, the way your face is squished against the surface, the feeling of his cock dragging in and out of you, the overwhelming pleasure bubbling up inside of you, the sting of his words– all combining and sending your emotions into a state of disarray and gasping for air. 

“I-I couldn’t wait,” you choke out, your voice a broken whimper. “I needed you, Law, I–”

“You needed me,” he mocks, punctuating his words with a particularly brutal thrust that rips a scream from your throat. “Yeah? You needed to risk getting caught with my cock in your mouth while someone was standing right there? You're fucking shameless.”

“I-I can’t,” you gasp, your voice breaking as the tears spill down your cheeks. The pleasure building inside of you is unbearable, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter until you feel like you are going to explode. “Law, please”

“You wanted this,” he responds, his voice rough and low as he keeps pounding into you. “Wanted me to fuck you like this, didn’t you?” The hand that was on your neck releases and threads through your hair, gripping and pulling your head back, earning a yelp from you. “You just had to get me riled up like that. Well, here you fucking are, and you’re gonna take it like the good little slut you are, right?”

Law shifts his hips and the head of his cock starts to hit that spot inside of you that makes your vision blur and makes you forget your name. Your cries of pleasure seem to heighten in pitch and your body starts to tremble more. You attempt to whimper out something along the lines of ‘right there!’ and ‘don’t stop’ hoping that Law can decipher your pleasure-induced babbling. And he does, continuing to snap his hips into you as you rapidly approach the edge. 

It doesn't take long before you are thrown over the edge. You chant his name, your body convulsing as your orgasm takes over your entire body, every muscle in your body spasming and twitching as the pleasure crashes over you. Your walls clamp down on him, pulsing rapidly as he fucks you through your orgasm. 

Law is not far behind, releasing the hand from your hair and planting it on the other side of your hips, his thrusts speeding up before he stills, panting heavily as his cock twitches inside of you, ropes of his warm seed filling you. 

You both just stay there for a moment, chests heaving as you attempt to catch your breath. And then slowly, Law pulls you out, earning a whimper from you at the feeling of suddenly feeling empty. He grips your sides and lifts you up, turning you around and sitting you on the desk, now facing him. One of his hands slides up to cup your cheek, wiping away the tear streaks with the pad of his thumb. His touch is much more gentle now, juxtaposing the behavior just moments ago as he leans down and presses a soft kiss to the side of your face. 

“You did so good,” he murmurs, his voice losing that sharp edge. 

Before you can respond, Law captures your lips in a slow, deep kiss. It's so much different from the roughness from before. 

“Thank you for making me take a break,” he mutters against your lips, his voice clearly having a teasing edge to it. And he leans in and kisses you again, the kiss this time being much slower as his hands roam your body, this time with softness and loving as if he is taking his time this time around to memorize the way your skin feels under his fingertips. Law’s lips trail from your mouth to your jawline, planting featherlight kisses against your skin, sending tingles down your spine. 

You smile, and a soft chuckle escapes your lips as your fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt. “You needed it,” you whisper with a light touch of your own as your hands slide up his chest. 

Law hums in agreement, pulling back and his eyes flicker down to your lips for a moment before capturing them in another slow, deep kiss. His hands, no longer urgent, caress your body with a newfound patience, his fingers gliding ofer your body as if he is savoring every touch. It’s clear now that this isn’t over– not for him, not yet. There is a different hunger in his kiss, one that screams of something far less rushed. 

He pulls away slightly to murmur, “I want to take my time with you this time.” And he kisses you deeply once more as he coaxes you into a slow burning fire that reignites between you. 

The night stretches ahead, filled with more touches, more kisses, more shared noises of pleasure as he takes his time, cherishing every second with you. 

[coquitokisses]

Someone send me ideas to write something about Steve Rogers lmaooo/

Steve and the reader (agent) hate each other. She's close to becoming an avenger, but Steve doesn't like her cause she's really sassy and naughty, they end up getting paired in a mission together and get trapped 😉

Insufferable | Steve Rogers

Pairings: Steve Rogers x female!avenger reader

Word count: 3.4k

Warnings: language, mentions of claustrophobia and an anxiety/panic attack, it was supposed to be an enemies-to-kinda lovers but I didn’t really get to the “lovers” part so it’s an enemies-to-kinda friends-to-eventually kinda lovers I guess? Lmao

Summary: Steve doesn’t really get along with reader and they end up getting paired up in a mission. While they’re at it, they both get trapped in a room for a few minutes and reader is claustrophobic… but Steve doesn’t know that and when he sees her like that, it kinda changes how he feels about her

A/n: thanks to the person who sent me this! I hope you like it and I hope I was able to bring your idea to life! I honestly don’t know how I got this idea, but here we are lol (also, I’m not claustrophobic so everything I wrote was based off an article I read on google, so, sorry if it’s not accurate)

“I’m not going with her.” Steve said in a more serious tone as soon as he heard Fury telling him that he had to go on this mission with none other than you “Send me with Bucky.”

You and Steve have a complicated relationship. A very complicated one. He just can’t stand you, as simple as that. Ever since you started working at SHIELD, he never really got along with you because of your very outgoing personality. Steve would use the word “bratty” whenever he would complain to Bucky or Natasha about you saying that you always had a response to everything. They, of course, didn’t have a problem with you at all, in fact, you got along pretty well with everyone.

Except America’s sweet golden boy who apparently is a little uptight and he just simply doesn’t know how to have fun.

“You’re in no position to give orders, miss Y/L/N will be assisting you in this mission, end of discussion.” Fury replied

“Just send Sam, hell, send Scott for all I care.” Steve said, almost praying, begging to god that Fury changed his mind and changed his partner for this mission

“No and no, I need Wilson, he’s on another mission with Natasha and Barnes.” He responded

“What about Clint?”

“He’s having some well deserved family vacations. I want you and Y/L/N in the mission since you two are the most qualified to do it.” He said “You leave in 30 minutes, anything else?”

Steve just sighed. “No, sir.”

“Good, then I’ll see you for your mission report.”

After that, Steve left Fury’s office and just headed to the jet since he was already suited up knowing that the whole team was gonna be busy today. Once he got there, he saw you talking to one of the guys from comms and Maria.

“Excited to be paired up with moi, handsome?” You said once Steve was closer to you two

He rolled his eyes. “Thrilled.”

Maria chuckled. “This is gonna be so good.” She looked back at you “Good luck, I feel like you’re gonna need it.”

“Yeah, probably.” You sighed and then gave her a small smile “Thanks.”

(…)

“We go down the bridge, we go in from the sewers and then..” Steve was explaining the plan but you interrupted him

“I’m sorry, the sewers?” You lifted your head to look at him “I thought Fury said that we had easy access to this base.”

“This is easy access, there are no cameras, no sensors that could detect us and definitely no people.” Steve explained

“The base is abandoned.” You reminded

“What makes you think that they don’t have it under observation?”

You lift your hand and pinch the bridge of your nose softly. “I should’ve gone with Bucky and Nat.”

“Can I finish?” Steve looked at you

You sighed. “Go on.”

“Once we’re in, we just need to make our way to the office so we can get the files and get out.” He finished explaining “Questions?”

“Uh, yeah, we’re supposed to also grab some vials from the laboratory, how the hell are we gonna do that?”

“We can split up.”

“Split up? So you can leave me there?”

He shrugged. “Don’t tempt me.” He said lifting his head to look at you

You gave him a small sarcastic smile as you crossed your arms. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

“You go to the lab, I get the files, okay?”

You just nodded in response. Each of you got an earpiece and then walked out of the jet before heading down a hill, which was covered by snow, by the way, to get below the bridge. You managed to get to the sewers and with Steve’s help, you both got inside.

“I swear, Fury do this on purpose.” You let out a sigh

“I’m starting to think the same thing.” Steve replied

“Aw, what? Can’t be alone with me in the dark?” You turned around and he squinted when the flashlight you were holding hit his face

“You’re sick.” He rolled his eyes “And watch out, you’re gonna fall.”

“You’re worrying about me, that’s cute.”

“I’m not but unfortunately, I need you alive and well to get this over with.”

“Ouch.” Your brows furrowed a little “I know you hate me, no need to remind me.”

“Can we just get the mission done?”

You just rolled your eyes. “Aye aye, captain.”

You honestly didn’t really cared. You knew Steve didn’t like you since the very first day you started working with them. But there wasn’t really anything you could do, you got along with pretty much everyone else, except him. Which at first was obviously kinda devastating and made you feel like shit because the Captain America didn’t like you. You thought that it was something you had done or that you needed to change something. But with time you figured that it wasn’t, it was him, only him, who didn’t like you.

And yes, you knew that the main reason was because of your attitude and your personality, because apparently being a very outgoing person and a big extrovert was something that didn’t quite mix well with Mr. America. He sometimes compared you to Tony, which you didn’t mind at all, it was flattering really. The Tony Stark? That was a compliment.

You’ve tried to win him over but nothing has really worked so you kinda gave up. What else could you do? He wasn’t gonna change his opinion of you and honestly, you didn’t really cared.

You guys split up and you started searching for the lab while Steve went to take the files. Everything was dark, you could hear some water droplets falling from afar and you were already sweating.

“Alright, I got the files, where are you?” After a few minutes, Steve’s voice sounded through the earpiece

“I think I just found the lab.” You replied as you tried opening the door but it was stuck “You need to come open this fucking door because I can’t.” You wiped your hands on your pants

“I’m on my way.”

Steve was there in a few minutes and he helped you open the door so you could both get into the laboratory.

“They’re supposed to have a yellowish or a…” Steve started saying before you cut him off

“Or a reddish substance, I know, I paid attention during the meeting.” You said as you made your way into a room that was divided by a white plastic curtain

You used your flashlight and found the vials, they were on a shelf in a little box.

“I found them.” You announced walking towards the vials

You heard Steve’s footsteps behind you and then you got up in a chair that was there so you could grab the vials since they were pretty far. As soon as you picked up the box, both of you heard a noise coming from behind and when you turned around, right where the curtain was, a door closed trapping you both inside the room.

“You’re fucking kidding.” You said immediately getting off from the chair and leaving the vials on the table

Steve went and tried to open it by kicking it and punching it but it was useless. Not even a scratch on that door.

“Did I just trapped us in here?” You pressed the palm of your hand over your forehead

“Seems like it.” Steve replied letting out a frustrated sigh

You were hoping, praying to god that the door somehow opened.

“This can’t be fucking happening.” You said under your breath

You were claustrophobic and something about being trapped in a small room—just with your flashlights—that’s underground it’s not helping at all.

“There’s gotta be a button or something that can open the door from inside.” You heard Steve say but you were too busy trying to control your breathing so you don’t have a panic attack

You felt your hands sweaty and you could swear your heart was about to burst out of your chest. You left your flashlight on the table with shaky hands and decided to sit on the chair that you were standing just a few minutes ago.

You could hear Steve’s voice but to you it all sounded muffled and like he was talking to you from afar, when he was literally just a few feet away from you. You weren’t even paying attention and you couldn’t understand a word he was saying since you were too busy trying to calm yourself down.

“Hello? Are you even listening to me, Y/N?” That was the only sentence you heard loud and clear

“Oh my god, would you please just stop talking for a fucking moment?! I swear to god I’m about to pass out.”

He turned around to look at you, ready to start bickering with you about the way you just snapped at him, but when he saw that you had your face hidden in your hands and how fast you were breathing and the way you were shaking your leg. And not to mention, with that super hearing of his, he could hear your heart pounding.

“Are you okay?” He asked a little worried actually

“No! I’m not okay!” You blurted out with shaky voice

He has never seen you like this. You were always so bubbly and so active and talkative that it really surprised him to see you like this.

You took a deep breath before talking because you knew your voice was gonna come out shaky as hell again since you were trying very hard not to cry. “I’m having a little panic attack and I just need you to stay quiet for a moment until I can pull myself together, okay?”

“Uh.. can I do anything to help other than stay quiet?”

You sighed. “I don’t know and my mind really doesn’t want to think of something right now.”

A soft “okay” left his lips as he walked from one side to another trying to think of something that could help you. And then something popped up on his head.

He remembered that when Bucky was finally free from Hydra, he would still get nightmares and sometimes he would have anxiety, like, bad. Steve was always there to help him and he read somewhere online about techniques to help calm a panic or anxiety attack in case it’d ever get to that point. Luckily he didn’t but he did helped him with a few things he read.

Maybe he can help you too. And he really needs you to get this done, it’s not like he can just leave you behind.

“Okay, wanna do the 5-4-3-2-1 method?” He turned around to look at you

“I- I don’t know, what are you even talking about?” You lifted your head to look at him

“It’s like a grounding technique, it’s supposed to help you get distracted.” He explained “Wanna try it?”

“Whatever, I don’t know!” You sobbed covering your face again

“Okay, uh.. look at five objects.” He said

“Wh- what?” You looked at him “Steve, I-“

“Just do it, come on.” He moved his flashlight so the room could be more bright “Five objects.”

“Uhhh..” you were trying to take deep breaths while also looking around to find five objects “Um, the flashlight.” You pointed at your flashlight that was on the table

“Okay, give me another one.”

“The table.”

“Three more.”

“Uhh.. I don’t know.” You ran a hand through your hair, your eyes still scanning the room “Uh, the vials.”

“Good, give me another one.”

“The chair.” You muttered

“Only one more.”

“Um..” you swallow “I don’t know, my boots?”

“Okay, that was good.” He nods “Now listen to four different sounds.”

“Listen?“ you scoffed “Here?”

“You can do it, come on.”

You took a deep breath and tried to focus on your surroundings—aka, the room you were trapped in—trying to listen to a noise or a sound that you could mention. Steve could already hear your heart rate slowing down a little.

“There’s water leaking.” You said softly as you focused on the water droplets falling on the floor somewhere in the room

“Good, what else?”

“Um..” you sniffled “My heart.” You lifted a hand to your chest feeling the beats of your heart against it

“Two more.” He said

“My foot tapping on the floor.” You replied

“You’re doing good, just one more.”

“…Your voice.”

“Okay that was good, now touch three objects.” He told you

“Oh god.” You rolled your eyes

You moved your hand to the table and you touched your flashlight.

Your heart rate was starting to go back to normal.

“Good, touch something else.”

You looked around and then down to your body and saw that you had your gun in your holster so you dragged your hand there.

“One more.”

You lifted your hand to the table again and this time you touched the box where the vials were.

“Now identify two smells.” He says

You took a deep breath taking in the smell in the room, trying to identify two at least.

“Humidity.” You replied

“Yeah, what else?”

“Sweat.” You say pretty obvious

Steve let out a soft chuckle. “Okay, now name one thing you can taste, this is the last one.”

You swallowed trying to figure out what you could taste in your mouth.

“I still have the taste of the spicy cinnamon gum I was chewing when we got here.” You said

“Good.” He nodded lightly “You feel better?”

You took a moment and realized that you actually were feeling better. No more trouble breathing, your heart didn’t want to beat out of your chest, your hands weren’t sweaty or shaky and you even stopped shaking your leg.

“I do, actually.” You nodded “Thanks.”

“No problem.” He replied with a small shrug “Now, do you think you could help me figure out a way to get out of here?”

You stood up from the chair and looked around, using your flashlight, until you looked up and saw some vents.

“What if we use those?” You pointed with your flashlight

“Are you sure you can handle that?”

You sighed. “I don’t know, but we can’t really stay here, can we?” You looked at him

“Alright, let’s do it then.”

You grabbed the vials and then Steve moved the chair so you both could climb up to the vents. He opened it and then got off the chair so you could go first.

You were just looking up thinking how the hell you were gonna do this. “I’ll be right behind you.” You heard him say

You looked down again and he offered you his hand, you took it and he helped you get on the chair and up the vent.

“Oh my god, oh my god..” you started saying, your voice echoing in the vents “I’m coming down, I can’t.”

“Yes you can.” He said putting his hand on your ankle “And you can’t come down because I’m already here so.”

“Oh my god.” You say, taking deep breaths trying to calm down

“You’re okay.”

“I’m dizzy..” you muttered “Oh my god.. I’m gonna throw up.”

“Hey.” He gave you a small pat on your leg “Okay, talk to me, what would you like to do when we get out of here?”

“Lay in the snow.” You replied starting to slowly move forward “I’m so hot..”

“What about when we get to the compound? What are you planning on doing?”

“Um..” you swallowed closing your eyes trying to focus on not to vomit “Take a very long shower.”

Steve managed to keep your mind busy while you guys found the exit and without even noticing, you were feeling a whole lot better. You weren’t nauseous anymore and being in that small space wasn’t really bothering you since you were too busy focusing on what he was asking you.

After a few minutes, you guys finally got out of the vents and were getting out of the base.

“Wait! Where are the files?” You turned to look at Steve

“Ah shit, I think I left them in the lab.” He rolled his eyes

“Are you kidding me? We went through all that for what then?”

He reached behind him and took out the yellow folder from his back. “You went through all that.”

You rolled your eyes as you kept on walking towards the jet. “Very funny.”

“You know, I never would’ve thought that someone like you would be claustrophobic.”

“Someone like me?” You raised an eyebrow

“A smart mouth.”

“Look who’s talking, the man who always have something to say to every single thing I say or do.”

“See? That just proves my point.” He said and you could hear a hint of cockiness in his voice

You hated when he was like that.

You roll your eyes. “Whatever, dude.”

“Hey, I thought you said you wanted to lay in the snow before we left.” He said

You turned around to look at him and he raised his brows at you. Your eyes went down to the ground watching how white and pretty the snow looked.

“I feel okay now.” You replied

“You sure? We’re not in a rush.” He continued walking until he was next to you

“Why are you being so nice?” You crossed your arms

He just stared at you for a few seconds before responding. “I’ll stop being nice then.”

“You literally hate me.” You turned around to continue your walk to the jet which was not too far now

He looked at you with his eyebrows slightly furrowed. He didn’t hate you. Yeah, you weren’t his favorite person and he didn’t really like you, but hate was a strong word.

You were very close to the jet already when all of a sudden, you feel him pushing you so hard making you fall into a small mound of snow.

You gasped and quickly lifted your head to look at him.

“I don’t hate you.” He said walking passed you and you were just sitting there covered in snow looking at him, mouth slightly opened since you didn’t expect him to actually push you

“Dick..” you muttered as you got up

+ + +

Back at the compound, you went to medical, it was kinda mandatory after each mission to check that everything was okay.

Steve didn’t really bothered to go since he heals faster because of the serum. Not that he was injured anyway. Buy he usually skips that part unless he’s injured really bad.

He was standing outside of the infirmary watching as one of the paramedics was checking your blood pressure.

“So,” Nat’s voice made Steve turn his head in her direction “I heard Y/N didn’t enjoy this mission.”

“She’s okay now.” He said turning his head back to the glass to look at you

“And why are you here?”

“Just making sure everything’s fine.”

“Thought you hated her.”

He looked at her. “I don’t hate her.”

“You act like you do.” Nat shrugged

“Well I don’t.” He replied “She’s just really annoying.”

They both saw when you and the paramedic exchanged some words before he handed you a paper. You thanked him and then Natasha quickly left before you walked out of the infirmary, stopping as soon as you saw Steve standing there.

“Hi?” You looked at him frowning a little

“Hi.” He replied

“What are you doing here?” You ask as you continue to walk, him walking right next to you

“Just checking.” He shrugs “What did they say?” He looked down at the paper

“Oh, um.. they want me to talk to the psychologist.” You roll your eyes as you scrunched the paper into a ball “That won’t be happening.” You say with a low chuckle

His lips curved into a small smile. “You sure you’re okay?”

“I am, Rogers, my blood pressure is back to normal.”

“Good, that’s good.” He nods

“Sooo, um..” you cleared your throat “I guess I’ll see you around.” You say with a shrug “I told Wanda I was gonna help her in the kitchen.”

“Yeah, sure.” He said “It’s not like you’re leaving anytime soon anyway.”

“That’s right.” You smiled “I’ll see you later.”

He just gave you a small smile, a very small one, before you continued walking towards the elevator.

He did wanted you gone, but now.. not so much.

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A/n: I think I can make more parts to this 👀

Likes and reblogs will be appeciated!

divider creds @cafekitsune

[jellybeanium124]

so I just saw a post about how the word "tribe" is racist. and like yeah it is. and I decided instead of derailing it I'm going to make my own, because it got me thinking about "the 12 tribes of israel," a phrasing that is perfectly acceptable in all the jewish circles I've ever been in. I've also heard the phrase "member of the tribe" used between jews to indicate jewishness. someone on that post said the word was roman in origin, but I was skeptical because we all know cultural appropriation loves taking things from the jews (this wouldn't even be the only time a word was taken from its jewish roots and applied to black people, ghetto comes to mind, but the conversation that we should be having around black-jewish solidarity is for another post).

anyways, I looked it up on etymonline, and yep, that person was right, but so was I:

I found corroboration on the open encyclopedia of anthropology:

now, I am not a scholar, so there's only so deep I can go. I am also a white-passing jew, and most jews I know irl are also white-passing. I do not know if this terminology is more controversial in jewish POC circles, or even used in non-american circles. it's possible conversations are happening about retiring the use of the word "tribe" and switching to the 12 nations of israel, because the word "nation" is also used in reference to us a lot (hebrew nation, nation of israelites, etc), and I just haven't heard about it.

I also don't really know where to go from here. the word has a derogatory connotation these days, like it or not, and the language we use should be welcoming and inclusive to all jews, not just us white-passing ones. I don't get the final say on that.

I just think the history is interesting here, and I wanted to point out to people that the word "tribe," when used in middle to modern english, originally was about the jews.

if anyone has any additions or corrections, please add on! the last thing I want to do is spread misinformation, and etymology and stuff like this can be sketchy and difficult to research. I do my best to find good sources but I'm not perfect.

[cancerian-woman]

ashamed and embarrassed to say on the first watch of tvd I liked kl8roline and c8roline (I thought I related to her but my friends explained how toxic she is for being Plec’s stand in) but have since seen the error in my ways and kneel at the feet of Klonnie. So excited to see what is created in the August event, the Klonnie tag deserves to be double that of any other tvd ship!

I had let this sit for a minute to determine how I wanted to answer this at first lol I haven’t been giving my inbox that much attention.

I do want to say you shouldn’t feel ashamed for what you enjoy. I think theirs some likable qualities in every character even the ones I don’t personally care for.

Caroline is the self insert people believe Elena is. Caroline’s plots never had anything to do with the main plot while Bonnie would be busting her ass on the sidelines and still connected to the core plot but wouldn’t get half the screentime or development towards her family.

I know many view Care as so mistreated by the MFG because of season one but none of that ever repeats over the next 7 seasons. The way the plot works you can look down on Elena and Bonnie for their lack thereof in the plot in terms of agency or development while praise Caroline. She gets to call people out, keep her life in order and plan for her never ending future. Julie lived so vicariously through Caroline lol. Self inserting was more important than making decent plot connections but I guess lmfao.

You mentioned Klaus, which is a good example since the actors initially pitched for Klonnie but I’ll raise you one higher notice that people Caroline interact with or date Bonnie isn’t allowed too interact with longterm. (Tyler, Rebekah, and even Katherine…) Kat had some pretty great friendships with the cast back then and none of that ever translated to the screen.

I really could say more on this but I hope you weren’t bashed for simply enjoying Caroline you do not deserve that. No one does. I hope you enjoy klonnie weekend. It’s nice to make friends in the fandom. Anyways if you want to talk more my dm is open💜

[maggiesrecordshop]

*there's a knock on the door. it's Nina, carrying a large shopping bag filled to the brim with ingredients, baking implements and what looks like a large kettle. she's in a pair of leggings and a nice button down. she's wearing strappy sandals. currently she is gesturing at the closed door and mouthing the words 'open it please'.*

Oh! *Maggie waves at Nina, hurrying over to open the shop door.*

Hi Nina! Pleasure to see you. Are you ready to go? Oh, *Maggie looks down at her outfit; she’s wearing a white cardigan with purple flowers, black leggings, and black flats. Her hair is tied up with a red bandanna* should I change? Are we going to get dirty?

[cuteniarose]

since ming-hua/ghazan have 2 kids... what abt zaheer + pli??

(firebender/combustionbender and/or nonbender -> airbender?)

I was gonna answer this earlier but the lack of sleep reared its head 😅 I took a nap and in the meantime received permission to talk about it, though just in case I will still try to keep it brief. A P’heer child does exist in a few of our verses (we aren't lying when we call it the MULTIverse of madness, I can name at least 7 different AUs off the top of my head and that's not counting the variants where only small changes are made. If we ever made a comprehensive list it'd probably be longer than the list of our OCs and that one’s currently up to 31)

Anyway, her name is Nazra, born in about 153 AG if I remember my timeline right, and she’s a combustionbender. But despite being the same height as her mom, possessing easily the deadliest ability imaginable and generally looking rather intimidating, she’s an impossibly awkward nerd who’d rather sit around and read Air Nomad philosophy like her dad all day. Though she does take after her mom in the romantic sense, having a soft spot for airbenders, while simultaneously doing it better because she’s the definition of a disaster lesbian. She’s quiet, a bit anxious and really sheltered, but she does have a feisty streak to her in that she easily calls people (read: her sister/s) out on their bullshit if they annoy her, and isn’t afraid to use her bending to protect those she loves

The reason I’m not quite sure of the extent as to which I’m allowed to talk about her is because she’s not my OC and neither is she Kat’s. She was created for the fic Empty and Become Wind by Esaleyon, a Red Lotus Korra AU which Kat used to beta read for and which we use as basis for the Ultimate AU I described in my response to the Lien-Hua ask. But as far as I know, the author quit writing/the fandom and as I said above, Kat and I took Nazra in, so to speak. But she features in only a small handful of our AUs (currently only 3 come to mind, one of them ironically being the complete polar opposite to the other two in terms of tone and how dark the storyline is) so we don’t speak of her that often. She is still very dear to my heart, has been since 2020, and in the AUs she features in I consider her a sister to Suiren and Midori

If you’re curious, a few years ago Nina (@silima, who single-handedly fed the entire Red Lotus fandom with amazing art back in 2020-2022 or so) drew her, thus creating the design that I base my own sketches off of, so everyone say thank you Nina :)

[sunday-arch]

he towers , a formidable presence before her . maybe a newly dubbed figurehead such as herself should be intimidated , seek to curry favor in some way , make herself useful. but, all nina feels is a growing curiosity and a twisting in her gut that warns against solid alliances. " why do they call you ' joker ' ? " @mingos , sc.

[bklynmusicnerd]

I actually did not hate the Ava and Carly scenes. I thought they were a good representation of why Ava's arc is one of the better ones. Carly has a right to throw in Ava's face the role she played in her child's death. And to Ava's credit, she doesn't make any excuses about what she did.

Nor did she remind Carly about her allowing Carly to share in her visitation hours with Avery because Carly has no legal rights to her. She stood there and took Carly at full venom while she advocated for Nina. I do think underneath Ava's explanation of her friendship with Nina is the recognition that they are both messy people who have done terrible things but are trying to be better.

Ava seeks forgiveness for Nina because she's being a decent friend but also because she wants forgiveness for herself. Ava tells Carly to consider the overwhelming wins she's had over Nina and extend grace because Ava kept pushing for another pound of flesh from Nik after winning the divorce to disastrous results.

Ava has grown to have an awareness of self that gives her an edge as a character. It's kind of sad that Carly can't comprehend forgiving to the extent that Ava has forgiven Nina considering she's the first to admit that she's benefitted from others (like her mother 👀) forgiving her.

[seokmashu]

oh my god look at HIM

OK MODELL

[kamenovadobrev]

Nindobrev made a new post on Instagram

ninadobrev: Maverick and I enjoying the beautiful Denmark snow and air. It's absolutely lovely here. I dont ever want to leave!

[runanadwiddles]

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I LOVE YOU TOO NINA !!!!!!!!!! IM YOUR NUMBER ONE FAN !!!!!!!!!!!!

[nina-ya]

it’s no secret that luffy loves to eat but after falling in love with you, he will whine and complain until you’re seated next to him during meal times as “the food always tastes better when you’re next to me.” ❤︎

so uh i thought about this a little too much and turned it into a drabble ish kind of thing and yeah

It started innocently enough at first. During one meal, you found yourself seated at the opposite end of the table. You weren’t paying much attention to Luffy, rather you were more focused on digging into the meal that Sanji has so lovingly prepared. It isnt until you heard Luffy yell out across the table to you that you glanced up to find him looking over at you, food in hand, untouched, as his bottom lip jutted out in a pout. 

“Why aren’t you sitting here?” he asked, voice laced with a hint of petulance. You blinked, confused, and gestured vaguely to the space across from him. 

“I’m sitting right here, Luffy.”

“No,” he insists, wriggling in his seat like the very idea of your absence was causing him physical distress. “Right next to me. It doesn’t feel right when you’re over there.”

You laugh it off at first, thinking it’s just another quirk of the man you have grown to love, but he is not satisfied until you get up and move, sliding into the empty spot next to him. The moment you are settled, his mood visibly improves. That bright grin stretches across his face, and as soon as you are next to him, he digs into the food with a heightened energy, as if your presence was the missing ingredient for his meal. 

And so, the habit was born. 

It doesn't matter if the table is already packed, or if you are just grabbing a quick bite and heading off to sleep, or if you are already sleeping and he is up scavenging the kitchen for food- Luffy will whine and complain if you are not seated next to him. He explained to you one evening “The food always tastes better when you’re next to me.” You just laughed, fondness in your chest swelling as you watched him scarf down another meal. 

It doesn’t stop there, either. Luffy would start insisting that you share his food with him, grabbing a spoonful of whatever he’s eating and holding it up to your lips. It doesn’t matter if you are already eating something of your own, he is determined that you have to try what he’s eating.

You find this new routine sweet despite the mild chaos it can cause during meals. There are moments where Luffy will get overly excited, practically bouncing in his seat and trying to shove food into your mouth while you’re chewing, much to the amusement of the rest of the crew.

Something as ordinary as mealtime becomes an expression of his love. His affection for you is present in every meal, every morsel he shares, every time he refuses to eat unless you are there next to him. It’s a love that is loud and proud, like everything else about him, and you wouldn’t have it any other way

[coquitokisses]

Heyy! Idk if you ever wrote something like this and if you don’t want to it’s fine but I had been obsessed with this idea of Steve dating a Taylor swift level of famous artist. And like they were keeping their relationship private from everyone until some paparazzi caught them together somewhere and the internet goes crazy with “miss americana and the america's golden boy” (iykyk)

Miss Americana and America's Golden Boy | Steve Rogers

Pairings: Steve Rogers x singer!female reader

Warnings/Tags: fluff, fluff and fluff lol

Word count: 568 (kinda short lol)

Summary: Reader and Steve have been dating for a few months now but for obvious reasons, they made the relationship public just yet because of their jobs. But those plans go to hell when some paparazzis get pictures of you and Steve.

A/n: hiii love! First of all, thank you so much for sending this and second, sorry I took so long to answer it, I had no idea how or what to write lmao but I finally took the time to think about something and just do it! I’m still not very convinced, but I think it’s kinda cute so here it is! (hope I was able to bring your idea to life lol <3 )

« The internet goes crazy after seeing pictures of Y/N Y/L/N with none other than Captain America walking out of a cafe! »

« America’s golden boy, Steve Rogers, spotted leaving a coffee shop in New York with the singer Y/N Y/L/N yesterday morning. »

« Captain America is no longer single and neither is our beloved Y/N Y/L/N! Both have been spotted walking out of a coffee shop in New York holding hands! »

“You’re fucking joking.” You stared at your phone shocked, you just wanted to scream

“You need to calm down.” Steve said

“Calm down?!” You turned to look at him “We’re everywhere! Everyone is talking about us!”

“It wouldn’t be the first time.”

“Are you aware of this? We’re two very recognized persons, do you know what people are gonna be saying?” You sat on the bed feeling very overwhelmed

Now on every event and everywhere you go the questions that everyone’s gonna be asking are about your relationship with Mr. Captain America.

“You have a lot of fans, they’re just gonna hate me.” You sighed

“Says the girl who’s been in the eye of fame for a decade.” He tilted his head slightly “If they’re gonna hate someone, is probably gonna be me.”

“Are you kidding? You’re America’s hero! Everybody loves you, babe.”

“And you’re one of the most listened and talented artists in the world, people love you too.” He said sitting next to you “And besides, I think it was time to tell the world, everyone at the compound was starting to get suspicious.”

You couldn’t help but laugh a little because you knew that it was true, he has told you millions of times how Bucky or Natasha, even Tony, were questioning him about where he was at or why he always sneaked out and came back late at night.

“Yeah, it was probably time.” You looked at him and he just gave you a sweet little smile that made you feel a little better

You really couldn’t believe that you were dating the Captain America, it was absolutely crazy to even think about it. And he also couldn’t believe that he was dating you. One of the most recognized singers in the whole world.

You met at one of Tony’s parties about a year ago and you had such a blast that night that you exchanged numbers and started talking. Obviously you both wanted to keep the relationship private because of your jobs. Of course you were planning on making it public, but just, not now and not like this.

“It’s just that it was nice to have you all to myself.” You say with a shrug

He smiled. “You still have me all to yourself.”

“But now the world knows and it’s not gonna be the same.” You pouted

“Yeah, I know, honey.” He put your hair behind your ear

“Are you sure you still want to date a singer? The fans can be a little crazy about who I date.. sorry about that.”

He chuckled. “Yes, I’m very sure.” He nodded

“Ready to start answering questions about us everywhere you go?”

“Are you?” He cocked an eyebrow at you

You nodded. “Yeah, I’m so ready to brag about being Mr. America’s girlfriend.” You replied and he smiled

“So let’s do this, miss America.” He grabbed your hand and deposited a soft kiss on it

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[doomedbythenarrativebracket]

Oh hey I was the one who submitted Nina Tucker. It definitely wasn’t a joke submission! She was clearly introduced into the story just to be killed off. Despite this, she had a profound impact on the story - it’s not like she just died and everyone moved on. She continued to influence the boys’ actions and perspectives throughout the story after her death. Her death serves the themes of the story - the idea that alchemy is a tool that can be used for good or evil, and that it cannot solve every problem. So I don’t think her death was for shock value at all, even though it was super horrific. The horror was the point, u know? It’s cool if you don’t think she fits the bracket but I saw you thought it was a joke submission so I just wanted to clarify.

That's fair! The reason I thought it might have been a joke was less to do with the actual character and more with how often fans meme her yk

I personally disagree with saying that it was clear from her introduction that she was going to be killed off? (At least in fma03, which is the version I'm invested in/thinking of when I talk about fma) Like her first episode absolutely inclines one to be suspicious of her father, but I feel like Nina herself doesn't really raise death flags there given that the focus is less of her and more on Ed + Al's trying to pass the state alchemy exam

My other thing with Nina is that I feel like part of her tragedy was how it wasn't inevitable? Like Edward was already starting to realize that something was wrong fairly early in episode 7, and tried to investigate Shou Tucker but was actively obstructed by the military(/Basque Grande). When Ed sneaks back into the Tucker house, he's so sure that there's something going on -that he could help stop- that he willing to risk his new state certification on it, but arrives too late. So to me it feels less like Nina was doomed, but more like she could have been saved but wasn't, which Ed partially blames himself for, but ofc can more accurately be attributed to the evil of the Amestrian military

That said, I entirely get where you're coming from! And I agree with you about her thematic value + the lasting effect she had on Ed + Al

So, short answer: Understandable have a nice day (I'll definitely put her in if she gets enough votes to make the bracket, though she has yet to)

[maggiesrecordshop]

Hey. Uh, was thinking about the Movie. Yknow. Nightmare before Christmas.

Do you... want to go watch it together?

I-mean-it's-totally-fine-if-you're-too-busy-right-now-we-can-reschedule-I-don't-want-to-put-too-much-pressure-on-you-aND I AM GOING SHUT UP NOW.

-@fuckyouheresyourcoffee

Oh, Nina, I’d be delighted to!! Just let me close down the shop real quick and we can get going! Oh, if you mean right now? It’s fine if you can’t right now but I’m free right now and- you did mean right now, right?

[allieland]

❛  i'm trapped between two impossible choices, and neither one feels right.  ❜ (alek & nina)

― ❛ CHAPTER ONE ❜ ↬ the wrath of the north wind.

WINTER, lastrilha, year eleven , after the second great war.

uma coleção de corpos para alguns era uma tragédia - para outros, como kaine, era um circo. traidora , praga , verme ; já ouviu de quase tudo, mas agora os sussurros se esvaiam da mente e do ar ao que a influencia de auranos tornava-se obsoleta. e deveria permanecer assim - cair no esquecimento mesmo que seu povo tomasse abrigo nas ilhas longínquas , e nos sete mares . ela queria apagar da história o lugar que uma vez votou proteger , varrer da face do mundo as pessoas que uma vez foram sua responsabilidade. aquele menino dos olhos brilhantes e com o sorriso inocente - gostaria de começar por ele.

contudo, sofina tinha implorado por sua vida, jurando segredo sobre suas conexões com aquele reino fraturado , antes tão imponente e sacro. ela nunca fez muito pela filha, que raramente admitia ser tal - sofina não tinha orgulho de ser prole de um dos ventos, e kaine não achava felicidade em lhe assumir - , mas pensou que aquela pequena concessão , poderia fazer. a mais nova pediu tão desesperadamente, com a promessa de que ele sempre estaria ao alcance da coroa , e nunca teria contato com mais de seu tipo . portanto, o deixou viver , mas ah - como quis matá-lo , se qualquer coisa por seu choro irritante nos braços da feiticeira .

no entanto, a verdade que ela jamais iria contar a outra alma viva, era que tinha medo daquele fedelho - seus olhos brilhantes e seu sorriso inocente - , pois ele era a promessa de esperança , de um novo começo . porém, pensou que não seria nada sem a deusa olhando por si , lhe dando força e cleiona estava morta de uma vez por todas, seu poder já não corria na extensão daquele planeta , ela tinha certeza. não tinha ? de qualquer forma, pensava que se pudesse o corromper seria ainda melhor . vejam, vossas majestades, do céu ou do inferno - aplaudam enquanto seu milagre se torna um assassino. então decidiu que ele seria o próximo general da guarda mais sangrenta da história , e naquele dia - o levou consigo para decimar uma vila que tinha se rebelado devido aos impostos cobrado na prata que produziam tão abundantemente.

enquanto os gritos ecoavam, uma mulher caiu perto de si e da criança , e quando ele fez de ajudá-la , a traidora, a praga, o verme, lhe segurou firme no ombro com um austero : "vladmir." pois até seu nome santo haviam apagado. "o que você devia fazer em nome de seu rei ?" quando o pequeno, apenas onze anos naquele momento pisou para longe da vitima que chorou mais forte até ser levada por um dos soldados, ele a olhou com lágrimas que se recusavam a cair. seria um jogo divertido quebrar aquele espirito, mas ali, viu um pouco do brilho se esvair - e sorriu.

vejam, vossas majestades, do céu ou do inferno - aplaudam enquanto seu milagre se torna um assassino.

― ❛ CHAPTER TWO ❜ ↬ the desperate howl of the south wind.

SPRING, arendele, year twelve , after the second great war.

confinada na ilha, fraca com seus poderes e se alimentando da força vital de seu marido - esse tinha sido o destino miserável do vento do sul. ela insistia que a deixasse esvair , mas omar era bom demais, um fiel que ainda acreditava no propósito dos ventos. moira e valora se foram, mas kora sobreviveu por uma razão . ' vai trazer as boas novas da deusa ' - ele dizia , e a mais velha sorria gentil, tentando acreditar. no noite do ano doze depois da guerra, eles jantavam na cozinha simples da pequena casa feita de madeira, peixe fresco que o lugar tinha para dar e vender , mas escolhiam apenas sobreviver . arandele era um bom lugar para passar seus últimos anos, supôs - cercada por boas pessoas , quase como se pudesse se forçar a pensar que estava em casa. mas nada se comparava a majestosidade de auranos. lugar algum seria sua casa novamente. ' você deve partir. ' , omar sussurrou , pegando em sua mão e a assustou com suas palavras . partir ? para onde ? já tinha dito, sua casa se foi .

"partir ? o que quer dizer ? não quer mais estar comigo ?" ele riu, ignorando sua cara de surpresa e incredulidade , respondendo com facilidade : ' valora e moira falavam de um amor que salvaria o mundo, ' recontou como se aquela história não tivesse sido sua para começar. ' é o seu dever , kora, encontrar esse amor. ' o vento do sul franziu a testa , ele falava de bobagens - ou talvez, falasse da fé que uma vez ressoou tão alto dentro de si, e agora parecia ser apenas um eco. "não diga besteiras, a deusa se foi." e então, com cuidado, ele se ajoelhou ao seu lado lhe beijando as costas da mão antes de professar com convicção : ' a deusa vive, porque você vive. '

partiu depois que o marido dormiu, sabendo que iria acordar sem ela - talvez fosse verdade . talvez a deusa ainda vivesse. passaria seus últimos anos a procurando em todos os lugares. em todas as pessoas. aquele amor, do qual sua irmã falava, tinha que estar em algum lugar na face da terra. e ela iria encontrá-lo.

apertou o pingente de omar contra o punho fechado ao que o navio partia, o vento emaranhando seus cabelos longos .

a deusa vive, porque você vive, repetiu para si mesma.

― ❛ CHAPTER THREE ❜ ↬ the gentle breeze of the east wind.

SUMMER, auranos, year twenty fifty six, before the first great war.

sentia-se diferente das irmãs - tudo que elas conheciam era a luta , já valora era amante da vida ; não sentia dor ou desespero, pois confiava no amor. tinha em mente que o sentimento era sagrado, e nunca realmente importava se alguém era merecedor de amor , não importava de onde vinham ou onde planejavam ir , qualquer um poderia alcançar o amor & o amor poderia alcançar qualquer coisa. kaine lhe pensava tola, kora achava a irmã idealista demais mesmo com seu coração bondoso, moira não a entendia realmente - supôs, que ninguém poderia - , mas ouvia seus desvaneios e dizia que a fé da irmã naquilo que não se poderia ver ou tocar era um suspiro de ar fresco & por isto, estava ali ; sentada nas escadas do templo , moira ao seu lado , enquanto discorria sobre suas novas descobertas do mundo.

"eu vejo," suspirava feliz, cotovelos apoiados nos joelhos, olhar distante e esperançoso. "vejo no horizonte distante um amor que salva o mundo." porém, ao se virar para a irmã, esta tinha o semblante tempestuoso, o olhar preocupado e dizia : ' que venha logo. ' , via ela contorcendo as mãos no colo, a voz tremendo ao que declarava : 'pois eu vejo guerra santa.'

― ❛ CHAPTER FOUR ❜ ↬ the oppressive tide against the west wind.

AUTUMN, auranos, two days before the first great war.

sempre pareceu uma bênção - ver os pedaços do futuro. ser adorada por seu conjunto único de habilidades. kaine era amada pela força, kora por sua sabedoria, valora por sua esperança inabalável e moira ? por seus atos de serviço, sua visão além do véu, sua calma na promessa de guerra - alguns diziam que por não perder a cabeça, ela era mais forte e mais sábia, por mantê-los seguros com seu conhecimento de agora e muito depois, a fé que nunca vacilou, lhes trazia esperança. certos eram seus leais crentes que seu poder se espalhava por tudo e todo lugar ao mesmo tempo, como o de cleiona. supunha a santa que os dons concedidos pela deusa vieram com a cabeça própria para uma dadiva que invés de lhe cegar com poder, acabou a fazendo humilde. seus fiéis acreditavam no vento, na promessa de sua voz pois não pairava sobre eles , sequer deixava o templo dos ventos divinos . não performava milagres e não trazia o amor verdadeiro, não era para ela que rezavam pela paz das fronteiras e dos outros territórios . NÃO, para ela pediam lucidez , em sua maioria ouvia seu nome chamado ao portal do final do mundo : ' espero estar fazendo a coisa certa ' , e ela respondia na brisa - ' amantes vão para casa de mãos dadas, seus filhos dormem e lhe prometerei bons sonhos, já que não há nada na tv, vá em frente. ' , então iam & o grande mistério era se achavam paz, se veriam de novo aqueles que amavam - aquele portal, o único ponto cego de sua visão toda abrangente. ou era oque pensava.

moira já havia previsto guerra, mas para isso foi criada - por isso ficava longe das ruas ou das tavernas, sempre em sua forma celestial no topo da colina onde mortais não alcançavam - tinha de se manter imparcial e ao mesmo tempo, sempre estar do lado de auranos , seu lar & seu povo protegido. desta forma, as intenções maliciosas de outros lugares do globo nunca atingiram o reino que permanecia prosperando. a família real a quem servia sempre grata por seus concelhos mesmo que não se sentasse a mesa com eles . era disso que precisava , o mínimo de espaço para cuidar de si mesma. desta vez, no entanto, era diferente . tudo era diferente .

morrendo ali, nas escadas do templo, a lamina da irmã cravada no peito , sangue dourado escorrendo com sua força vital, sua energia cósmica moira pensava : ' porque não vi a ganância em teus olhos antes ' . quando foi que kaine desviou do caminho ? quando foi que passaram de família, a inimigos ? porque, rezava a cleiona, porque não me destes a força para lutar, a sabedoria para ver, a esperança para resistir ? sentia a pele ficar cinza, perdia o controle das extremidades, e a respiração se tornava pesada ao que o sangue enchia a boca e os pulmões - ainda sim, antes que o vento norte pudesse afastar-se, pegou no seu pulso com tudo que lhe restava, os olhos ficando nublados por uma última vez. "você perderá, agora e no futuro." tossiu mais ouro, longe de si, vendo na bancada do castelo faces não familiares segurando um pequeno bebê, a visão nadando por sentimentos de fúria, de abandono , medo e insegurança - viu por fim uma torre no meio do nada, um inverno doloroso e solitário , a ânsia de conhecer o mundo , e de repente os pequenos estavam em foco, uma linha vermelha os ligando. "ao fim da guerra santa, a deusa do sol e o santo da primavera - " engasgou e disse suas finais palavras num sussurro que kaine esforçou-se para ignorar : " o milagre está vindo e um amor inabalável vai devastar sua ambição." finalmente deixou ir do braço da irmã, a coloração acinzentada tomando conta do corpo todo, seus braços caindo imóveis sobre o torso , líquido viscoso que uma vez foi dourado agora vermelho carmesim. e aquelas palavras - aquelas palavras iriam assombrar kaine por todos os dias de sua vida.

sempre pareceu uma benção - ver pedaços do futuro.

― ❛ CHAPTER FIVE❜ ↬ you will never be a god.

UNKNOWN, first firmament, before the great singularity.

para muitos, cleiona era prefixo da mente e produto da fé, acima de tudo . porém as histórias corriam por toda a grande e ensolarada planície - princesa da guerra, mártir, imortal . haviam aqueles que diziam, baseados nas músicas de antes, que conquistou auranos em uma grande guerra , começada por sua beleza inigualável, e a purgou do mau dos homens que olhavam para mulheres como lobos. por isso quando encontrou o abraço da morte , o divino tornou-a santa , e lhe fez protetora daquela terra. outros, levando em conta o livro do silêncio , que retratava os deuses do passado , viam cleiona como mãe do sagrado , alguém que morreu por perdão de todos os pecados do universo & onde seus ossos estavam , percorria apenas ouro . ouro que adornava as praças, ouro que brilhava seus cálices nunca vazios, ouro que reluzia em seus talheres mesmo nas mais simples das tavernas , pois comida e moeda jamais os faltavam. os mais novos alquimistas, olhos reluzentes com partículas de maravilha, tiravam suas próprias conclusões - que foi o primeiro ser a existir, vindo de galáxia distante, de corredores da mente onde ainda não se era possível buscar .

algumas teorias & todas corretas em seu próprio direito.

cleiona foi criada da matéria do firmamento, antes das estrelas tocarem o céu, quando o ser senciente era a única coisa em existência . foi sua companhia por muito tempo, ou talvez, tempo nenhum, este conceito não havia ainda sido inventado. contudo, em algum momento se rebelou , preenchida de autoridade que ela então não sabia ser poder - alguns pensam, ela veio da costela de um deus maior que caiu morto ao olhar para o sol, imortal e intocável - mas estariam errados . cleiona foi o primeiro ser que nasceu com o conhecimento da morte , a inevitabilidade da passagem , a vida apenas curvas no rio antes do ponto final. contudo para ela, o rio fazia voltas , ela retornava sua essência a água e um novo meio de existir era parido pelas leves ondas.

reencarnações & uma delas foi ousada.

voltava sempre mais forte e sabia, até que em dia nenhum, em momento algum, travou guerra contra seu criador abrindo uma fenda no grande vazio por onde escapou, deixando o firmamento a perecer, e engatilhando a grande singularidade que criou todo o cosmos como veio a ser conhecido. quando auranos veio a existir , nas sombras de um povo que chamava aquele mundo de ' terra ' e não conseguiram se salvar, ela voltou ao ventre da realidade pois estava em tudo, todos os lugares, o tempo todo & deserdou aqueles que lhe mostraram corações ungidos com perversidade. auranos era seu lar, os aureanos - seu povo e o sol, seu guia.

para o ser que a deu vida, jamais seria uma deusa, e pela vida fluída, supôs que foi muito mais - tirana, soberana, protetora - , e quando a guerra começou , trazendo abaixo sua casa, desgraçando as pessoas, matando a família com quem tinha um acordo de sangue , ela desapareceu do plano de existência, e vagou sobre os destroços por muito enquanto varriam da existência seus fiéis . quando achou uma solução , quando entrou na barriga da mulher morrendo, quando deu seu primeiro grito como a criança abençoada , todas em si podiam sentir o mesmo ao que o rei falava : 'bem vinda ao mundo, nina.' , enquanto a mãe perecia , enquanto as memórias retornavam ao rio , sabiam, cleiona foi a primeira e katarina seria a última.

― ❛ CHAPTER SIX❜ ↬ the shape of time.

WINTER, lastrilha, year twelve, after the second great war.

ele chora pela noite toda e sofina odeia a mãe mais do que o normal . os treinos se tornaram cada vez mais violentos e dia e noite ele aprendia como matar alguém - ele, o santo, o novo começo , a criança de doze anos que ela salvou. "reze." ela pediu enquanto o abraçava. "reze e será ouvido." ela acreditava, que algo no universo, ainda era bom e puro como aquele menino . no final, pode salvar um pouco de sua alma , o suficiente para que fosse um bom líder , mas partes dele , ela sabia que morreram naquele castelo.

― ❛ CHAPTER SEVEN❜ ↬ the middle of the world.

WINTER, auranos , three days before the second great war.

agarrou o punho da espada em sua bainha, raramente precisava recorrer ao egeu ato de perfurar um pulmão mas com as tropas da lastrilha vindo ao encontro de seus companheiros, nada estava fora de cogitação. azura sentava-se quieta ao seu lado, em suas instintivas e intermináveis meditações que embora fossem importantes, segundos os tutores, apenas fizeram lucia revirar os olhos, e levantar-se da cabine, andando ao convés para assistir o mar, enganosamente tranquilo na tarde que deixavam andalasia para o continente.

não devia temer - medo era a pequena morte que trazia total obliteração. ainda sim , era humana e apesar de ter o coração forte de valora e o espirito indomável de sua santa moira, encobriu seu temor com raiva. pensava nas pessoas que sem dúvida perderiam quando emergissem vitoriosos - não se, quando - , pensou no sangue dourado lavando a folhagem, espirrando contra os belos jardins de rosas multicolor, pensou no seu amado rei tendo que despedir-se da esposa e do filho ainda recém nascido para liderar um conflito que jamais poderia perder, mesmo que lhe custasse a vida . pensou no menino, crescendo sem jamais ouvir as palavras veneráveis do pai .

lucia já tinha seus bons setenta anos quando ambos seus progenitores cruzaram o portal, e a dor que sentiu em vê-los partir ainda tomava conta de uma parte vulnerável do coração onde preferia não olhar, mas os amou enquanto pode, e em seu âmago viveriam para sempre. para si, era inconcebível a ideia de nunca ter conhecido o pai, nunca ter segurado sua mão e cavalgado com ele pelos campos de trigo . partia seu coração pensar que santo aleksander cresceria nos escombros de uma tragédia. quebrava seu coração pensar que nunca testemunharia o amor dos pais como ela fez.

lucia sabia que nem toda grande história de afeto era pública como a da coroa , rei leonard e rainha penelope se conheceram estudando, e como o soberano de longas linhas de realeza contava, foi amor a primeira vista . adorados como eram, toda garota e garoto de auranos queria ter o que os dois tinham. contudo para lucia, ainda preferia o cortejo tímido dos próprios pais, um amor que tivesse mira para acertar verdadeiro. imaginava que a maioria, gostaria de achar o carinho e devoção mais próximos de si , e para ela mesma, achou isto em ethan, seu parceiro desde a academia. o mesmo que a envolvia em seus braços quando os pesadelos da primeira guerra vinham atormentá-la. não tão mais frequentes, graças a cleiona, pois atravessaram juntos o campo minado de suas memórias. quando parecia que nunca tinha deixado o campo de batalha , ethan a lembrava que algo esperava no outro lado e que ela rastejou até ele antes, sempre poderia fazer de novo.

e assim fariam, pois com cada onda , o horizonte se aproximava e também a guerra.

pensou sem querer, se iria sobreviver de novo, ou se desta vez seu corpo ficaria caído aos pés do inimigo enquanto sua mente flutuava para o pós morte . considerou, por erro , nunca mais ver os pais que partiram em paz . como poderia levar para eles, a desgraça do combate? desengajou de si por um instante, indo para além do plano - para o meio do mundo - , e refletiu , ligeiramente, sobre os soldados do outro lado . teriam eles pais apaixonados e propósitos grandiosos? temeriam auranos, como lucia temia a lastrilha? temeriam sua magia, como lucia temia a ponta aguda de suas armas? seriam eles iguais? parecer-se-iam uns com os outros? na face e no coração?

doente de lealdade , ela firmou os pés no próprio corpo, e encarou o vasto azul com determinação.

não temeria, lhe comeria os corações se preciso, e por onde aquele medo uma vez passou, apenas ela iria permanecer.

― ❛ CHAPTER EIGHT❜ ↬ a window to the past.

WINTER, lastrilha, year twelve, after the second great war.

ela chora pela noite toda e isidora odeia o rei mais do que o normal . a solidão se torna cada vez mais proeminente , mais difícil de ignorar e os dois sabem que não são o suficientes para fazê-la feliz - ela, a deusa, o novo começo , a criança de doze anos que por pouco foi salva. "reze." ela pediu enquanto a abraçava. "reze e será ouvida." acreditava, que algo no universo, ainda era bom e puro como aquela menina . no final, pode salvar um pouco de sua alma , o suficiente para que fosse esperança , mas partes dela , ela sabia que morreram naquela torre.

― ❛ CHAPTER NINE❜ ↬ a promise of the future.

WINTER, lastrilha, year twenty five , [ redacted ].

ele fazia aquilo as vezes , lutas clandestinas - longe de toda a pompa e importância da guarda real. das regras que diziam que não devia atacar um compatriota . ali, não haviam regras e ele gostava da violência um pouco demais para ser saudável. quando foi apresentado com seu novo oponente, um homem cheio de músculos por todos os lados - ele sorriu. seria fácil quebrá-lo.

mais tarde, ele quase vomitava o próprio estomago ao pensar que em algum momento, doente com luto e uma raiva que não parecia ter começo ou fim, fez com aqueles inocentes procurando um pouco de dinheiro para por pão na mesa - o mesmo que kaine tinha feito consigo.

trouxe a tona seus piores lados , e se aproveitou de sua fúria .

assistam, mamãe e papai , aplaudam - do céu - , seu filho que tinha se tornado um assassino.

― ❛ CHAPTER TEN❜ ↬ an impossible choice.

SPRING, the nostra sea, present.

o mar estava turbulento - e ele ouvia sua voz com milhares de facas cortando sua pele . um zumbido nos ouvidos enquanto ela fugia de novo e ele permanecia no mesmo lugar , lutando pelas vidas que quase foram esquecidas . ao menos, era assim que ele via. ela disse : ' i'm trapped between two impossible choices, and neither one feels right. ' , ele apenas assentiu , sorriu triste e lhe deixou um beijo na testa ao que concluiu o que ela se recusava a falar : "but all choices lead away from me." deixou como despedida, pois sabia que quando acordassem no próximo porto, ela teria partido de novo. e seu coração ? mandaria parte com ela, e a outra, permaneceria na guerra. onde sempre esteve.