#oneshot?

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OKAY SO THIS IS RANDOM BUT I’M GONNA WRITE A FIC (maybe oneshot) ABOUT THE EPIC THE MUSICAL GANG (Aka Ody, Eurylochusness, Politics, El Pina Colada and Paramedics) ALL STAYING IN A DORM TOGETHER IN MODERN DAY

and i’ve had some random ideas

•They try to summon a ghost at 3.AM and manage to get a GOD

•Go to a Mcdonald’s drive thru to visit one of them who works there

•Play twister (wink wink)

•Truth or Dare (wink wink)

•Adopt a cat

•Play roblox horror games

[plz ignore if its unrealistic or out of character they’re from the Ancient Greek times for darns sake]

also if you want to give me some ideas i’ll give you credits if i use them

OKAY THATS IT-

[themysteriousauthor18]

Alastor comes out as Ace to Lucifer

(HEY ALL MY ACE'S OUT THERE! If you are or are not a radioapple shipper thats fine. But...I'm praticing trying to write Alastor as ace, or I think grayace? (please feel free to correct me.) Anyway I'd like the opinion of people on that spectrum to tell me how good or bad I did. And were I could improve if needed. Thank you! And thanks for reading!

The current scene is set somewhere in the 1990s. Alastor and Lucifer have been dating (around) a month at this point (can be changed later). Lucifer and Charlie are having a sleepover at Alastor’s house (they do this often now) and Lucifer is laying in bed with Alastor while Charlie is bunking it with Alastor’s mom in her room.(?) The concept of gay is a new concept to people in this era and while its legal its frowned upon. So being asexual is an undiscovered thing and while Alastor is ace he doesn't understand it. Or understand its okay and there isn't something wrong with him.

Lucifer liked Alastor’s house. 

He liked how warm, cozy and inviting it felt opposed to the gigantic mansion he owned. He liked how small Alastor’s bed was compared to his own. Because his bed felt empty. Hallow. Alastors was small and cozy and because it was small it made them have to lay closer to each other. Which…neither ever seemed to mind. 

He liked it here. 

He liked taking Charlie out along the banks with Alastor to go exploring. He liked how warm the neighborhood was. How kind they were to Charlie. How the fellow kids in the neighborhood played with her. It was such a stark contrast to the wandering judging eyes of his own neighborhood.

As Lucifer lay there though, Alastor in his arms. He felt something was off. Alastor felt…tight. His body was tense. “Alastor?” He asked, gently. His voice is quiet. “Are you awake?” It had to be almost midnight if not early morning by now. But since the birds were quiet, he assumed night.

“Mm.”Lucifer lays there for a moment. He’s unsure if Alastor is really awake or if he’s sleep talking. He’s about to try going to sleep himself when he feels Alastor move in his arms. When he opens his eyes Alastor is moving away and sitting up. Lucifer lays there for a moment, watching Alastor with growing worry as he sits facing away from him. He’s hunched forward and his head is hanging low. 

After a moment, Lucifer sits up too. 

“Whats wrong?” He asks carefully. 

Alastor's response is immediate. “I need to talk to you.”

“Okay?” He shifts forward but Alastor turns away. So…he keeps his distance. 

They sit there in silence for a few minutes. Lucifer tries to fight the anxiety growing in his chest like a beast. And the desire to start pacing around the room. He settles for tugging at the sheets repeatedly. 

“I understand we have been together for a month now. And this may seem sudden. But I believe there’s something we need to talk about.” 

“ …I’m listening.”

Alastor looks nervous, he’s staring at the wall without a hint of a smile on his face. Lucifer noticed Alastor smiled a lot as a person. A long sigh comes from him. And at least a few minutes pass before Alastor even tries to speak again. It's like he’s contemplating dropping the subject altogether. Lucifer’s grateful he doesn’t. Because he’s not sure he wouldn’t be able to not worry about it if he knew something was on Alastor’s mind. And that it was bothering him.

“I…” He starts, messing with the bottom of his hair. “I’m not a very big fan of sex, or…sexual activities in general.” 

The statement catches Lucifer off guard. Because…well, like Alastor said they’d only been together for a month. And sure he’d known plenty of people and friends who had done way more than he’s done with Alastor in a month. But, he enjoyed that they were taking things slow. After literally marrying someone at 18 and having a child at 19 (even though he loved Charlie very much)  just to be divorced not long after, taking things slow was what he desperately needed. Having said that, neither of them had even glanced at the topic of sex. So to hear Alastor bring it up felt…strange.

"Where's this coming from?” he decides to say. Unsure about what he should say on the statement itself yet. He needs to know where Alastor’s mind is at first.

Alastor is fidgeting. Being around him for this long, he’s picked up on the notion that Alastor does that when he’s nervous. Not a man to typically wear his heart on his sleeve. But it's not entirely difficult to figure out what he’s thinking or feeling if you knew what signs to look for. 

Lucifer slides up, and places a gentle hand on Alastor's forearm. Alastor doesn’t look at him. He’s looking down, his long hair covering his face and making it impossible to see his expression. But he doesn’t move away, or move the hand. “Hey, you can talk to me Al. I’m not judging, I’m just trying to understand what's going on.”

It makes him worry when Alastor doesn’t seem to relax. Even when he’s said that. But Lucifer waits there, patiently. The two of them tangled in the sheets, sitting together. Eventually Alastor does speak again and it's slow and cautious. Maybe even a little…scared?

“I’ve never…been a fan of sex. Or sexual things. It's just….it's not something I could ever really get into. That's not to say I don’t like it? I just like it in a different way?” He leans his face into his hand. “I’ve only had two relationships in my life. And maybe that’s pathetic for someone who is 25 but that doesn’t matter. I suppose 3 if you count us but I’m not counting us in this particular situation.” Lucifer frowns, unsure of what that’s supposed to mean. Should he be worried? He keeps those thoughts to himself for now, letting Alastor go on. 

“The details of those relationships aren’t important. What is important is that they both were very physically intimate people. They both liked to indulge in sex quite a lot. And I tried to satisfy them both when I was with each of them. But I felt…uncomfortable, with how much it happened.” Alastor shifts, pulling his legs to his chest and resting his chin on his knees. Lucifer can see his eyes now but not the rest of his face. His eyes are dark and they are facing down. Away from him. “My first relationship was with a woman. And naturally I lost my virginity to her. But I remember my reaction to sex itself was just… ‘that's it?’ She seemed to enjoy it and love it. But I didn’t, not really.  I liked that it made her happy. I tried to like it as much as her. For her.” 

Lucifer remembered Alastor discussing his second relationship briefly, on the night of their first kiss. He remembered that one was with a man. He briefly wondered if Alastor was into both men and women or just men now? Another time…

“Eventually, we’d been together for long enough that I thought I could bring my discomfort to her. And talk about it. But she took it as an insult. That just because I didn’t particularly enjoy sex itself, I didn’t love her. But that wasn’t what I was trying to say. However she didn’t see it that way,” he pauses. Lucifer sees the way Alastor’s shoulders tighten. “She looked at me like something was wrong with me. And that was that. And I was on to my next relationship within a year. You already know about that one. But what you don’t know is that the end result was more or less the same.”

Lucifer wants to hug him. …He doesn’t.

“I…I actually quite enjoyed Vox’s personality. He was similar to me, in a way. We both liked to dance, we liked jazz and singing. We shared a lot of common interests. And once again I thought we’d be on the same page if I voiced my discomfort. But again, he had a similar reaction. He didn’t take my statement as not loving him, but took it as there being something wrong with me. ‘How can a man not love sex. You're a man. Are you sure you like men? Because maybe you just prefer to bed a woman.’ Is essentially what he told me.”

“What a dick.” Lucifer mutters, unable to help it.

Alastor actually chuckles, just a little.  “Yes that…didn’t feel too nice to hear.” He shrugged, “he also said that it was something I’d learn to like in time. And that I was just getting bored, or it was because it was new. So…we tried a lot of things. …I tried a lot of things for him. But I didn’t like any of them. I liked how he seemed to like it. But, I didn’t like it. And I didn’t really like how much we did it. I just wanted to hang out or cuddle honestly. Having sex was…fine, once in a while but I felt guilty. Like, there was something wrong with me because I was never as into it as they were.”

“In the time I’ve come to get to know you, Lucifer. I’ve learned you are a very open-minded and down to earth man. That’s something I’m very grateful for, because it was something those two lacked. But you are still a man, a person. And I imagine you still have needs and desires. And…” Alastor hesitates, he swallows and continues a bit more cautiously. “Truth be told, I’m a bit scared. That I will disappoint you the same way I disappointed them. So, that's why I’m bringing this up now. I do adore you, and Charlie. But I can understand if this…if me being broken like this deters you from going any further in this relationship.”

“Alastor.” Lucifer says abruptly, Alastor flinches. He flinches?! Lucifer tried to hold his tongue but couldn't help it anymore. So he lets everything spill out about what he’s been thinking. Uncaring of how messy it comes out. 

“There’s not a damn thing wrong with you Alastor. You're not broken or anything.” The brunette finally looks at him, and he’s…surprised? Taken aback? Like he was expecting him to say something else. Lucifer continues. “Look, I…I’m not really that into sex either. I like it, sure. But that's not all there is to a relationship.” He shrugs, his cheeks tinting pink a little but he continues to look at Alastor. He needs to know Alastor is listening. “I love hanging out with you, I love it when you go with me and Charlie on outings.” He pauses, taking one of Alastor's hands in his own and squeezing it. Alastor smiles. Lucifer does too. “I like this. Just sitting here in bed with you. I like having these sleepovers where we just lay in bed and talk about things we like. Or talk about our day…I like you. And I want you to be comfortable with me. I don’t think it’s weird that you aren’t into sex. It’s fine. And you shouldn’t think you're broken or anything like that because you're not. You're amazing Alastor. And if you're not super into sex that’s completely fine with me. As long as I can still smother you with kisses.`` He pauses, “if that's something you're comfortable with?”

Alastor grins. His face lights up. “Always.” Lucifer pulls Alastor in for a hug and he gladly accepts. Pressing his face against Lucifer's shoulder. Lucifer holds him there like he’s protecting him from the world. And Alastor holds onto him with a new found love.  “Should we ever get to that bridge though…” Alastor says, his voice a little muffled but Lucifer can understand him. “I…I wouldn’t be against it. With you.” 

He can see the tips of Alastor’s ears tinting red. But he doesn’t make a comment on it. “Yeah well…” Now Lucifer blushes. “Likewise. But…let’s just enjoy being together for right now.” 

Alastor hums, more than happy to do that. His body finally relaxes in Lucifer’s hold and before either of them know it they’ve fallen asleep. 

[akumicchi]

It takes two to love

[Tamaki x fem reader] tw: food.

Just fluff and domesticity

— Do you think we have it all already?— Tamaki had asked, checking the red plastic basket full of groceries — We have the tapioca starch, fruits, milk...

— Yup, but guess what? —she turned to him with a playful twist of her head— You just won a coupon for a free meal cooked by yours truly. And I need some ingredients. The other day you said you were craving some pasta, right?

He swayed his head from side to side, barely containing a smile. Tamaki let himself be pulled further into the supermarket by their intertwined pinkies.

It was late in the afternoon when the weekly errands were finished and they settled back home for the night. It was an odd pretty thing, this routine both had built for their matching days off, whenever it was. It wasn't normally disrupted by a trip to the supermarket, but in Tamaki's book, quality time doesn't need a specific place to occur. The bought goods sat on the counter, while he rearranged them on their rightful places in the cabinet or the fridge. He had taken a pair of tomatoes from the bag, when she shamelessly stole them from his hands.

— Thanks, Tama, you're always such a gentleman —she teased and kissed his cheek before turning to the chopping board, light on her feet.

It wasn't out of the ordinary, but it was peculiar and funny to see her all...bubbly, like clear water from a stream. He laughed at her.

— You really are excited about making that pasta, wonder were that's coming from? —he got close to the sink, rolling up his sleeves.

— Nope, you're not working on this today, Hun —her hand went to his arm, stopping him from filling the pot with water.— This is my way to say thank you for all your hard work, it won't make sense if you're cooking too! This is your coupon, remember?

Tamaki could feel the heat on his face and the pickup of his heart rate.

— I-um... Okay. But at least let me prepare the boba tea. I want to thank you for your hard work too and —he spoke softly in a classic Tamaki fashion, looking at her right in her round eyes. He had become good at holding eye contact with other people. He thought it may have been due to her influence —, for putting up with me all this time.

She sat the knife on the chopping board, and her arms went to hang loosely around his neck— You know I'm not putting up with you, right? I'm here with you because I love you. I wouldn't be who I am now if it weren't for you, and believe me, I like who I am right now. Do you want me to remind you? —her voice was softer, lower like a whispered secret, as her fingertips rubbed his nape.

Tamaki shuddered under her touch and gaze. His nod was short, almost imperceptible under the weight of his shame. She hugged him tight, scratching his scalp and rubbing his nape. He felt himself go warmer after getting a few kisses on his cheek, heart pounding even faster when she whispered:

— You know I've never really had a favorite hero when I was a kid, right? None of them actually made me feel that sense of... admiration, so to speak. But after my time in UA, the internships and all that, I changed my mind. You are my favorite hero, Tamaki. You are my hero.

Tamaki sighed, like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He felt petty, needing to be reassured of something he already knew.

They stood there for a few minutes, holding each other tight, swaying slowly from side to side. Then the urgency to eat came over, and both returned to their tasks: Tamaki prepared the boba tea, she cooked the pasta. The mood picked up fast, with her bumping his hips and vice versa. She hand fed him some sauce and he hummed in satisfaction. Soon enough the food was plated and they sat next to each other at the table.

— Hmm! This is good! —Tamaki said, eyes closed in bliss as he chewed his portion.

— Right? Just the best for my baby.

— What? —he laughed— How come I'm your baby when I'm older than you?

— Shush it, silly, you are my baby.

He just laughed at her goofiness again. Then he waited, relying on his hero instincts, calculating the best time for a swift attack, and stole a spoonful of her own pasta, and stuffed it right into his mouth.

— Hey, that was mine!

He snorted.

•••

The dishes were washed and she sat at a small table on the balcony. She was surrounded by plants and had a clear view of the city lights. It was as peaceful as the busy metropolis could be. In moments like this, she wished the days off were everlasting.

Tamaki arrived shortly, holding two glass cups of the boba tea he had made earlier. He hadn't even fully entered the balcony when a fit of giggles bubbled out of his mouth.

— What is it? —she raised a brow.

Her boyfriend didn't answer. Instead, he put both glasses on the table and left the room, only to return with a napkin, which he used to wipe away some remnants of sauce from her lips.

— There, all better. —he found it very endearing, how her cheeks lit up with color and her eyes averted his gaze, visibly embarrassed. Even the way she tried to play it off was adorable, his silly girl.

— Oh, clumsy me... Haha...

— Even if you're clumsy, I'll always be by your side to clean up your little messes —Tamaki smiled softly, crouched in front of her—. It's the least I can do for you.

She hid her face behind her hands, voice tight in a whine— But I don't want you cleaning my messes though? I'm not a kid!

She had always had an ability to fluster him with sincere compliments and cheesy remarks. One of her favorite things to say was that her job was to show him how loved he was, and if it had to be done by flustering him, then the better. His job, on the other hand, on his own words, was to make her feel safe, so safe that not even her own demons could do her any harm. But it was nice to turn the tables from time to time.

Tamaki pryed her hands out, placing them on her chest— This is where I want your hands to be. It's just me here, so don't hide. Besides —he smiled—, you may not be a kid, but you're still my baby.

— Tamaki! That's my line!

He laughed.

[catsgetoutduringmidnight]

Aziraphale & Eddington.

Neil has confirmed us that David Tennant *actually* exists within the Good Omens universe. Thus, we may assume that the whole of his filmography, except for Good Omens, also exists. We may assume as well that Aziraphale has more or less followed Doctor Who over the decades, and that somehow, with time, the actor of his favourite doctor earned an eerie similarity to Job. But this isn't about him, right now. This is about his son in law.

I would like to think Aziraphale did enjoy the utterly handsome Eighth doctor, ending up glued to the screen and getting deeply excited about this incarnation. He probably got upset because of his only appearance on TV, but would still be delighted to see the series coming back to the BBC in 2005. The Ninth doctor may have appeared a bit tough to him at first, but there was something deeply endearing about him. Maybe it was the way he rocked that leather jacket, or his sense of humour, or his bravery, or his charming accent... He never really knew, but it was sad to say goodbye so soon again. "Who will be the new doctor?" He thought to himself. "Will they be blond? Taller? Will they wear a vest? A bowtie perhaps?". When the young man appeared on screen before Rose for the first time, Aziraphale was left completely mesmerised. The young man was... Different. He had slightly long hair and, honestly, he really liked how the leather jacket suited him too. Once the credits rolled, he found out his name: David. "Oh, that's a lovely name," he thought to himself. "That's the name of a king!".

He followed his seasons very carefully, blushing with his cheekiness, chuckling with his jokes, and loving how adventurous and fair the man was. Thanks to Crowley, he even dared to go to "the videoclub" and rent some of his earlier works. Oh, how handsome the man looked in The Last September, what a dear he was in Takin' Over the Asylum, how lovely he was in Duck Patrol, and what a cocky detective he was in Blackpool... Although, he admitted not being too focused on observing his labour as a detective there. The young man was rather handsome. Aziraphale flushed, could this be love? How silly of him! Falling in love with an actor! He was an angel! Which, inherently, also meant he was born to love. Maybe, just maybe, it wasn't something bad. It could be silly, of course, but forgivable.

One afternoon, Aziraphale went to the videoclub on his own, and found a movie he hadn't checked out yet. Einstein and Eddington, a scientific movie it was. The young man looked wonderful in those glasses and stunning sandrift linen suit. Humans may say one mustn't judge a book by its cover, but this dvd already seemed perfect for him! Thus, the angel rented it and decided to treat himself with the film. He laid on his white cream sofa, got under his soft tartan blanket, and pressed the play button. A smile came across his face when he saw the man in those light refined clothes. What a delight to the sight that was.

The angel felt it deeply when he learnt that Eddington was in love with a man he couldn't have, but his heart did not only wrench there, no. It was when he saw the man stand before the orrery when things got clearer. He had to pause the video. Aziraphale got up and sat close before the screen, brushing his fingers against the image. "Crowley..." He mumbled. The only thing in his mind was the image of the spectacular ginger angel he met, in their neat white dress, creating a whole universe in front of his eyes. The way their thin fingers moved, the eagerness in their voice, the dark greenish of their gaze, way more breathtaking than the vastness of hues of the newborn nebulae. And when the blond saw, further on, the physicist crying desperately for his vanished love in the wide green garden, his heart shattered into shards.

He would not admit it, but he did not watch the movie just once that night. Not twice either. Eddington was just like his dear boy, not specifically the angel, nor specifically the demon. It was him. With their curiosity, and their passion, and their deep care, and hunger for answers and justice. He felt warm tears threatening to fall from his eyes and his mind started wandering. Because, what if. Just, what if Crowley had ever felt like Eddington? What if he was worried that one day he would never see his angel again? What if there were feelings trapped in his chest he feared never being able to express? Would he be like the astronomer and, once again, question God for her ineffable decisions? It took Aziraphale a good while to get away from the screen, from that eerily familiar image fueling his heart. It took him days for his sorrow over the fictional Eddington's life to lighten, after being the root of many, many wondering.

The next time the angel met his partner, he was certainly still caught up in his thoughts. The demon noticed, so he decided to ask him about his series and that actor that had truly drawn his attention. He didn't really know what he saw in him, but it didn't take much to notice the pure bliss in his blue eyes when he told him about his character's adventures. The way his words flowed in excitement and his hands often moved around to help with it. The angel was finally enjoying himself in something else than books and occasional music, and seeing him so cheerful did really brighten the demon too.

"How are things going with your binge watching? Have you gotten your hands on another series, or...?"

Aziraphale slowly lifted up his head and stared nervously into Crowley's eyes. He did not know what to say, how could he put into words his worry? Even worse, how to explain where all this came from? The ginger would probably laugh. Worrying that deeply about a character? A movie character? The angel got dewy-eyed. Please no, not in front of him, not like this, he prayed. The demon frowned, he sensed there was something his beloved couldn't easily tell.

"Aziraphale? Is everything alright?" The ginger asked softly. The principality breathed deeply and finally, managed to speak, as he fiddled with his vest.

"I- I just watched a movie, a sad one I must say. It made me think." The demon hummed, and answered.

"I get it. It's understandable, and if that David guy is really that good as you say, I bet his acting can move tons of people." Aziraphale's gaze brightened, he couldn't believe what he had just heard. "I mean, I can see him being very talented. From what you've told me, the man does really have a range for acting. That's always important, to be able to adapt-."

"You really listened." Crowley was about to keep on rambling when he saw the angel in awe.

"Well, I have ears, what else am I supposed to do with them if its not listening?"

Tears fell off the angel's eyes. Crowley did not hesitate to get closer, inviting him into his arms. In a matter of seconds, the blond was in his embrace. He hugged his Angel tightly, and let him cry as much as he needed, caressing his back. He could not help but mutter in a caring tone.

"You and your stories, Angel."

[nightskyfoxyy]

You know what? screw it.

Blyla Oneshot

When she woke, everything was red.

It must have been late in the evening, as much as one could tell from within the thick forestation of this planet.

Aayla remembered, when the pain returned to her.

She curled in on herself, at least she tried to, as much as the burns on her back would let her.

It was then, that she noticed she wasnt alone.

That she, no, they, were moving.

Forcing herself to look up, she found herself blinking wearily at an all too familiar visor. Though for once, he did not return her gaze.

He simply looked forward, anywhere but her.

Reaching out, she found him faint, somewhere lost in the force, far away from here.

But not gone.

Not like before.

He was close enough that the grip with which he held her, pressed so tightly to his chest, shook his arms with the effort.

Every step, a conscious, forceful command against this awful, suffocating something she had felt take over, just this side of too late.

A small consolation.

As tired, as hurt as she was, she wanted nothing more than to find the refuge of his embrace again, as she had so many times, when the night had been too dark, and the cold wouldnt leave her bones.

She let her head fall back against his chestplate. There wasnt enough strength left within her to sob.

What had happened, for all of them, for him, to turn so suddenly?

No, that couldnt have been the right word for it.

Interwoven as they had been, it had felt more like death.

He had been there one moment, all warmth and steadyness and devotion, as he always had been. Gone, the next.

Replaced with nothing but a shell.

At least now, she felt him.

So dreadfully distant, but there, refusing-

As jarring as her stint of consciousness had been, it would be brief.

The last things she felt before darkness took over was that there were bandages covering her wounds, and the frantic, racing beat of the heart in Blys' chest.

He carried her until the sun had nearly set.

A part of him remembered them coming through this settlement, less than a day prior.

Standard procedure for clearing the area, for both their own and the residents' benefit.

Somehow, he remembered, forced himself to remember, the smile on her face when they had shared some local fruit they had been offered.

She had tasted of it still, when later, he had leaned in to-

His arms shook, pulling her closer to his chest regardless.

The pain in his head was damn near blinding.

Not much farther, now.

Luckily, there were enough people still out and about to notice them swiftly.

He waited, until two concerned, friendlier (familiar? He wasnt sure, anymore) faces stood before him, the questions heavy in their eyes.

"Help. Her."

One of the women nodded, expression growing ever so frightened at the growl in his voice.

So odd, how much force of will it took to release her to them, when it should have been so easy. When she shouldnt even be alive still.

And yet, he felt empty, when she was gone, and his feet carried him back to camp.

The pain in his head remained.

He felt sick.

Mhi solus dar'tome.

[vikingstoner69]

Fandom; one piece

Paring: Zoro/reader

Warnings; unsafe sex, biting, choking, possoves zoro

A/N: I know this took absolutely forever! I'm really sorry it's been a rough month for me and haven't been able to do much writing. As always feedback is always welcome and my ask box is open as well.

You can see your breath as you walk beside Brook where you were freezing in this part of wano. Things had taken a turn for the worst like normal and you all were now being hunted down. You had heard Zoro was badly injured so you came with Brook to see how he was doing, you were not expecting what you found though.

"We were just sleeping!" You hear Zoro yell and peek your head inside to find Zoro laying on a mat with a beautiful woman laying beside him and you feel your heart crack. Zoro and you had been fooling around and as time went on you had thought he had felt the same you did, guess not. Biting your lip you feel eyes on you and see Zoro stare at you but you don't look him in the eye.

"I'm going back to the hut Brook" you say loudly enough for everyone to hear as tears feel your eyes. You had no right to be angry. He was not yours to clam and he could do whatever he wanted but It still hurt more than you had liked.

"Well okay, are you sure? We just got here" he says looking at you, you look at him then finally at Zoro once you pull yourself together, you would not let him see how much this hurt you.

"Yeah, I have seen all I need too and he is clearly more than fine" you say harshly, venom laced at the end making Brook look at you oddly and you heard a groan come from the hut you were standing at.

"Oi! (Y/N)! Wait!" You hear Zoro call but you ignore him and keep walking. You bite your lip harshly and hold back yours when you feel him grab your arm.

"Let go!" You snap, turning and yanking your arm free, you were pissed and hurt and wanted to be left alone. Zoro glares at you and your tone.

"What is the matter with you!?" He growls clearly not happy with your attitude but you didn't really care at that point. You ball your hands into fits wanting to punch him but you think better of it.

"Why don't you go back to her, I'm done being your plaything Zoro!" You snarl and turn away from heading back into your hut slamming the slide door behind you leaving you in a low lit room with the only light coming from the fire. You roughly rub your eyes from the tears and you felt like you wanted to scream.

"You wanna explain what you mean by that" you jump and swing around at his voice, the glim in his eye is dangerous and you almost feel like prey under his stare.

"You heard exactly what I said Zoro! I'm done with whatever the hell this is! I'm done being in love with a man who doesn't feel the same! Im-" your rant is cut off as your back hits the wall and you look up at Zoro who now towers over you and you feel your stomach drop, you knew he would never hurt you but that look excited you more than it should.

"You're not leaving me (y/n) and you're more than a play thing! Your mine" he said huskily and your mouth goes dry at his words. Zoro leans down and kisses you deeply pulling your face and body close to him and your arms are placed on his chest. You try to push him away but he is hard as stone making him growl and nip your lip and you moan.

"But your injury?" You moan as he sucks a mark into your neck. Zoro chuckles darkly before he bites leaving a mark behind that he soothes with his tongue making you cry out.

"Nothing is going to stop me from showing you that you're mine in every way" he says huskily, never breaking eye contact, your hands run up his chest to rest behind his neck where you run your nails through his hair there making him shiver.

"And you're mine?" You whisper his lips so close to yours. Zoro reaches for your hand and he places it on his chest.

"Every last part of me til I take my last breath" he says, you lean up and kiss him deeply and he growls lifting you up and you wrap your legs around him and moan at the friction. Zoro carries you over to the mat on the floor and lays you down hovering over you. Zoro undresses you leaving you bere under him.

"Zoro!" You moan your back arching as he kisses and bites down your neck. You reach up pushing his kimono open and your nails run down his chest making him growl. You lean up kissing and biting his neck leaving marks behind and he groans grinding into you.

"Who do you belong to?" He asks huskily his hot length running through your folds making you moan and you look up at him.

"You zoro I belong to you, and you belong to me" you moan and he smirks before he slowly enters you and you cling to him. You let out a moan at the stretch and burn as he bottoms out, no matter how many times you two have done this he always feels too big.

“Always so wet and tight for me” he groans as he lets you adjust. You lean up and kiss him deeply, nipping his bottom lip making him growl.

“Always for you, now fuck me zoro I need you” you moan clinging to him tightly. Zoro groans and starts to move his thrusts rocking your body making your nails claw down his back.

“Fuck your mine! All mine” he growls his hand wrapped around your throat as he pounded into you making you cry out his name.

“Oh fuck zoro! There!” You cry out as your toes curl. Zoro snarls at the sounds he was making you make and every time your nails clawed down his back he would see stars.

“Fuck! I wanna feel you cum on my cock” he growled as he pounded into you. You cling to him as the knot grows tighter, you are so close.

“Zoro please, I'm so close!” You moan your hips thrusts up taking him deeper and he groans.

“Come for me” he groans and you tighten around him as you cum hard.

“Zoro!” You cry out as you cum, Zoro hips slams into you once more before he stalls and you feel his hot cum shoot inside of you.

“God Dammit (y/n)” he pants as he leans his head down trying to catch his breath as you do the same. Zoro pulls back and grins down at you as he slowly pulls out loving the face you make every time he does. You look up at him and stroke his face softly and he leans down and kisses you deeply, stealing your breath once again.

“Never forget your mind, but I'm always here to remind you” he chuckled dark and you lean up your naked breasts rub his chest and you feel his cock twitch. You grin and flip him on his back so you were now straddling him, his hands resting on your hips as you lean down close to his ear.

“your mine Zoro don't you forget that, don't make me chain you up” you say hottiy in his ear before biting his neck.

“Promise?” He chuckles darkly and you sit up a bit.

“Don't start something we don't have time for” you smirk, climbing off him and looking for your clothes.

“Just you wait” he grins.

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NEW SHOT- MUST FREAKING READ

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based of: (not mine!!) @dixonsflwr

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This is a one shot I made a while ago, you can find it on AO3 although it's in Spanish, and that's it, I hope you like it(?)

“Adult life was already hard enough, but a breakup ended up pushing Kya into the worst possible situation, one where she falls for the most unlikely girl and, in an unexpected twist, breaks her”.

(Take the ages as Kya is in her 20's and Lin is just approaching 18, more or less like that.)

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When the sun began to set Kya threw her hopes to the ground.

She had spent almost four years traveling the world discovering herself, seeing other cultures up close and learning from them, all of that had gone into decline thanks to a strong breakup with the girl she came to consider the love of her life. Who had that girl been? None other than the fabulous princess of the Fire Nation, Izumi.

Kya had approached the princess through Bumi, who still had the title of the princess's best friend, and who also worked in the United Forces fleets that practiced in the waters of the Fire Nation, they remained so close that Kya came to fear that there was something cooking in his hands, however their bond was merely friendly, like foster brothers, a new version of Aang and Zuko, less bombastic but equally significant... Perhaps that was why Kya was not surprised that her brother gave the princess his side when they both broke up, she could even remember when she met him furtively in a port taking advantage of the chance of their closeness to tell him about their relationship at the beginning, Bumi had looked at him more stupefied than happy and had put a hand on his shoulder.

— She's a princess, Kya, only child, sole heir. This might not have much of a future, keep that in mind.

That was what he had said and it had completely ruined Kya's mood, she was clinging to the idea that Izumi would always have her in her heart, the distance seemed not to affect them, she could go back and forth from the Fire Lands and still receive countless letters with the sweetest words from her princess, words so bright and loving that when the future regent summoned her to her palace Kya did not see the breakup coming. Izumi waited for her in the inner gardens, next to the lake that she adored so much, Kya had fondly remembered that first time she saw her, when her father took them all to that same place and they both played with the turtle ducks until it was time for dinner, that warm memory was clouded by Izumi's cold expression.

— The time we have spent together is invaluable, I will never forget it, however my responsibilities can no longer wait for me, I owe my father and my country everything I am and I must repay them.

Izumi dropped that bomb on her and prevented her from saying anything, gave her one last gift and sent her back on her endless journey, Kya uncovered that exquisite red dress and cried seas, she cried so much that she thought she would wash out the garment, she sank into alcohol to such an extent that her own father took time out of his schedule to go look for her, finding her lying in some bar, taking her on Appa's back back to Republic City so that her heart could heal in the safety of home, surrounded by her family... Those that remained, of course.

Although everyone was unaware of her affair with Izumi, they suspected that there was some heartbreak in her gaze. Her beloved mother was the one who had dedicated the most time to her, cradling her in her arms as if she were still her little girl, making her favorite foods and letting her flow, without pressuring her to give explanations of what had happened. Her father had taken it for granted after bringing her and had left on another tour of the Air Temples accompanied by Tenzin, who was in search of his tattoos. Kya was impressed to see him so grown up. That crying child who hid behind the others had disappeared to give way to a man of ambitions who sought at all costs to be face to face with his father… Kya envied him a little. She wanted that resolution in her life, for someone to take her by the shoulders and tell her “You have a destiny!” and for her task to be only to pursue it, but no.

She and Bumi were in a different bag.

And yet Bumi was several steps above her, climbing the ranks of the United Forces through sheer effort, carving his name in the ranks, not “Son of the Avatar”, “Son of the Great Master”, no, Bumi, future General of the United Forces, who had taken his life into his hands and had resolved to make it great and meaningful. How did he do it? How did he not lose his way halfway through? She could only watch them from behind, stumbling as she chasing on their shadows…

Her sadness slowly grew, so worrying that her mother had decided to call for reinforcements, the one indicated for that job: Uncle Sokka.

He had arrived one morning with a big smile and a box of candy from the Southern Tribe that made Kya crawl out of her room, once she caught that she threw her strongest card: Lin Beifong.

Kya's face was not exactly a poem when her uncle asked her to visit the firstborn of the Beifong, she had had some esteem for Lin in the past, she was a daily visitor to the island, of course, another member of the family, like Izumi or Aunt Suki, but it was not a visit for her, it was a visit for Tenzin, because his parents had agreed that it was dangerous to let him socialize in the city like ordinary children and they had decided to bring the children to him, the acolytes had been a first option but they all treated Tenzin with devotion, unable to see him as a simple brat to get to know and support, they saw their future leader and that would definitely affect the perception of the minor. The solution to that? It was Lin, Toph came with her wide smile and put her daughter on the board and that was it, Tenzin got a best friend and the matter was settled.

With that context, why would she be excited to have “quality” time with the aforementioned? The bossy and aggressive brat who threw rocks at him when he bothered her brother could not have become someone fun or interesting, but Sokka did not let her refuse the offer.

— Linlin needs some extra hands, and your hands, my dear, are just the right ones, I will pay you for the favor so I expect your commitment, do you understand me?

— What the hell are you getting me into, man? I don’t want to end up in some scam or something like that.

— Your aunt Toph may have her slip-ups but Linlin is pretty proper, it will be fun, maybe you can even show it off in the future.

Kya rolled her eyes and accepted in exchange for a dress, she loved collecting them and her uncle was the best of all when it came to buying them, he always accommodated the taste of others, and he used it to his advantage, the subject was settled with a handshake.

That was what brought Kya to the situation she was in, she was in one of her evening dresses sitting at a bar with a delicious cocktail in her hand staring into nothingness, the ornaments in her hair made her curls stand out and the red ribbon necklace with a golden sun hanging in the middle gave her a juicy touch, some men looked at her as if wondering how bad things must be going for a committed beauty to be there... And she would be delighted to give them the gossip if it weren't for the fact that her eyes kept wandering from side to side looking for Beifong, they were supposed to meet there for... The mission? The task? That they had designated for her, but the aforementioned just didn't show up, Kya pursed her lips and finished her cocktail, if she had had the possibility of being stood up in mind she would have taken out the most revealing dress from her closet and started hunting for beauties, Republic City had no shortage of beautiful women and she needed some treacherous butterfly to play with her feelings to feel something that wasn't related to Izumi.

Taking off the necklace that she had given her would surely be a great first step but she wasn't ready for it yet.

Kya asked for another drink and changed seats, being able to see through the stained glass the silhouettes of the passersby, for a moment her head took her to that getaway in Ba Sing Se where she taught Izumi to dance in a nice bar where nobody knew them, a single sigh left her lips when a hand settled on her shoulder and brought her back to reality, Kya turned and found a surprise.

A rather pleasant one.

Those round cheeks that were always pouting had given way to an angular face with defined cheekbones, those round green eyes had sharpened and that messy black hair that looked like a stormy cloud was gathered into an elegant hairstyle, Lin no longer reached her waist, now she was face to face wrapped in a black coat with several buttons.

Puberty had hit her at the right point at the exact moment.

— Linlin!?

— Lower your voice – the aforementioned ordered her immediately, a little uncomfortable by the looks they had attracted, she no longer sounded like an angry rodent, it was the tone of a firm and self-assured woman, one of those who would use you as a carpet if she didn't find you useful... And Kya felt very embarrassed by that thought.

— Sorry... H-how are you? It's been... a long time, you look so different. How have you been?

— Fine – Lin answered as she sat next to Kya, rejecting the bartender's offers – Sorry for the delay, something came up at work.

— Work?

The question seemed to surprise Lin, her face was still very expressive… And angry – I'm a police officer.

— Since when!? – Kya snapped, being scolded by Lin again for raising her voice – I mean… It was obvious that you would do it at some point, "Badger mole daughter comes out striped", but, you know… I thought it would take you longer.

— I got promoted at the academy so I cut back.

— Wow… That's admirable, congratulations Lin –Kya looked at her cocktail feeling a bucket of cold water fall on her, even the billionaire brat who had been born with her whole life figured out and a legacy to continue was accumulating achievements in her field while Kya was blackmailed by her uncle and mother to only take one step away from home… She was so pathetic.

— Thanks… It wasn't a big deal either, I had an advantage.

That answer surprised Kya – Advantage?

— Many come to the academy without knowing metalbending or without knowledge of laws, I… Well, I'm the founder's daughter, I had all that figured out.

— Still it's admirable, as if you'd been studying it much more than the others.

— I had the opportunity to learn it before the others, it's a privilege and I must recognize it or I'll fall into superfluous flattery… I must give twice as much as the others to validate those advantages.

Well, Kya didn't expect social awareness or anything from a Beifong, Toph herself bragged about all her accomplishments without fear, she was the damn queen and the others just had to accept it or they would face her power... Maybe that was what had led her to raise a child who constantly questioned herself.

Interesting.

— So, my esteemed Republic City police officer, what brings you here today?

— You.

By all means, that woman was trying to destabilize her or something, she was going down the line of “tough woman with sensible words” and Kya was weak of that, she had to keep a cool head. She had seen how they changed her diapers! – Come on, flirt, did you miss me that much?

One of Lin's eyebrows rose strangely – No… Well, I was curious, I hadn't seen you in a long time, but I didn't know you were back, Uncle Sokka was the one who told me.

—You already know him, he's a big mouth, he knew I was resting peacefully and decided he couldn't go on like that.

— Did he get you a job? He's a part-time job connoisseur – Lin pointed out, finally accepting something from the bartender… Although the glass of water wasn't exactly what the guy wanted to sell her.

— I think so, you're the one who'll tell me.

— Me?

— Yes, he said you needed a pair of hands for something “very proper”.

Lin looked at her, looked around, and looked at her again – He said you wanted to see me because you had no one to get you off the island.

Kya's reputation as a Sociable and Unattainable Diva had just taken a hit from which she would surely not recover. What the hell was going through that old man's head!? Kya had to laugh to hide her embarrassment – That's what he said? For heaven's sake, that old man… It seems he's back to his old ways of matching up friends, how awkward…

Lin shrugged and drank some of her water – I'm used to it.

– Does he do this to you often?

— I'm the only one left in the city, I pay for four.

— I respect you a little more.

That drew a laugh from Lin, one of those spontaneous and short ones, that would surely conquer the unsuspecting, that lady must have been a resounding popular in her social circle, Kya suddenly wanted to see her in her uniform, just to corroborate her point – Okay, I like helping the community.

—And what is life like as a police officer? The last time we saw each other you were just taking your entrance exams for the academy.

—Do you remember that?

—Of course! Tenzin was on the verge of collapse because mom wouldn't let him bring you to the island, “Linlin is busy with something very important, you must learn to give her space” and then he would throw a tantrum everywhere.

— Yeah? Wow… I didn't know that part.

— Understand, he was little and did not know any beauty other than yours, naturally he couldn't stand the abstinence.

— You are exaggerated –Lin finished her water, she seemed to want to sound funny but her mood seemed to have soured with the last thing, Kya always used Tenzin's humiliation as a point of conversation and she usually succeeded, this was new.

— Did they fight?

— Who?

— Tenzin and you, I mean… Normally you'd try not to laugh and defend him or something… Or do they not talk to each other anymore? I haven't talked to him in ages and I don't know how things are in his life.

— Mmm, yeah… It's a bit complicated.

A shifty look, pursed lips and a small sigh… Kya's head went through all the options and came up with two possible scenarios: Tenzin had made one of his stupid shows about the importance of his cultural heritage to downplay some concern of Lin's, ruining their friendship forever or Tenzin had obtained the ultimate level of insanity and cornered by his hormones and distorted perception of reality had bet everything on a confession and had ruined his friendship with Lin forever.

Now she had to figure out which one it was.

—I'm a good listener, and an excellent keeper of secrets.

Lin seemed to think about it, looking around and then at her glass – Well… We were dating and so, things didn’t end well and no… We’re talking.

Congratulations! It was the route to romance! If there was something that Kya valued above all else it was gossip of personal tendency. And on top of that with Tenzin? The sanctimonious man with perfect morals would finally have a dose of his own medicine when they see each other again and he wanted to criticize her for her romantic decisions – Really? Wow… Like… Babe, I didn’t see it coming, I always thought that Tenzin would die alone and a virgin, I mean, he still deserves it anyway. How the hell did he get you to give him a chance? If I didn't know I could die.

– You don’t even hide it, huh? Well… We’ve known each other for… All our lives? We wanted to try… Since it was those things and we said “Since we’re here”, it’s not like I had much to choose from either.

– Aren’t there any good options in the police? And I was thinking of enlisting…

— It's not that... I'm hard to deal with, I can't be demanding.

Kya laughed and patted Lin on the back with the confidence she would make sure to build up – If you need an expert opinion you have me, I've traveled the world and you, sweetheart, are the ones who choose first at the buffet.

That had a good effect, Lin's cheeks took on some color and her tone became less formal, the tough girl image seemed to hide something else and Kya would discover it that night – Whatever you say... I only accepted when he proposed it and I gave... I gave everything? It's not like I was an expert either but... Well, it didn't happen, that's it.

The cute expression faded again and Kya caught the intention behind that meeting, her stupid little brother had broken Lin's heart and her uncle had decided that two scorned girls would be better than one and he had gathered them together so that they would curse or something like that, negative and negative to give a positive, some strange old man's logic. That guy was so bold! Kya would forgive him that time just because she liked the new version of Lin – It didn't happen and that's it? Linda, forgive me for butting in but something tells me that that fool didn't measure up and I leave all the responsibility to you.

— You yourself said that you don't talk to him, you don't know anything about the subject.

There was the old Lin, the one who brought out her claws when they touched her idiot – Look Linlin, I'm his older sister, I changed his diapers and wiped his drool for years, if anyone has some knowledge over him it's me, I won't tell you that I have the last word but... If you allow me I can take some weight off your shoulders, the situation seems to have you tense.

The eldest Beifong snorted and rolled her eyes, they were closing, Kya couldn't allow it – Tense about what? I just don't want to talk about it, we're not friends or anything.

— My memory betrays me, I perfectly remember that you made me a flower crown.

— I was like six years old, it's not relevant.

— Denied. It's totally valid proof that you like me.

— That's all, prosecutor? My witnesses haven't seen you at the scene for at least five years, your point is untenable.

— Your witnesses are bought, I have a receipt for a book sent seven months ago that should rest in the hands of your client.

— “Modern recipes from the lower Earth bowl”? I thought it was a paperweight.

— Hey… Your mother said you liked to cook.

— I don't dislike it, but it's more of an obligation than a hobby.

— You don't have employees? I can't imagine your mother doing housework.

— She did, but she got rid of them when I learned to walk.

— Damn, that's taking “savings” too seriously. Do you get paid properly for it?

— Me? A faithful servant of the community? You offend me.

Kya shook her head dramatically and handed her a cocktail, they were once again friendly – You know, life gave you the power to be the eldest, you should use it and enslave Sulin.

– It's Suyin… And she's a small wild animal, putting a leash on her would already be an achievement.

– Damn, mine also arrived defective. Don't you have any contact to request a refund?

– There is one, but it's not exactly legal.

Laughter. The conversation began to dance between sibling taunts and mothers' complaints, anecdotes about travel and police matters. Kya was very entertained listening to the daily life of a security agent and found joy in Lin's genuine interest in her adventures. Seeing a girl with determination and a career validating her experiences fed her ego. She needed it so much! Perhaps to feel less inferior to her brothers who saw her as a chronic slacker.

The love theme was barely touched upon, as if it were a honeycomb that neither of them wanted to stir up and Kya respected it. At some point she stopped caring about what her brother had done and began to be urged to discover more about Lin, a mostly reserved girl who dedicated a lot of time to her work because she wanted to validate the image of a prodigious daughter of a prodigious mother, who deep down seemed not to know if she really wanted to be a police officer but it was all she knew and she wouldn't back down, with problems dealing with others without getting rigid, who liked to eat wherever she went and had a secret love for flying bison and who, given the opportunity, wouldn't hesitate to steal Oogie, had a strange sense of humor, sometimes very dry and other times very pedagogical, who spoke of her younger sister as if she were her daughter and of her mother as a problematic roommate that she deified.

Lin was quite a character and Kya liked her.

The years that separated them and the childhood that had made them enemies vanished into thin air after three hours of tough talk. Lin would leave there knowing Kya's whole life or she would take her name away. She even managed to convince her to drink, because apparently she wasn't in the habit and well, Kya wouldn't let her leave that meeting without both of them throwing the house out the window.

The cocktails were piling up on the bill and the conversation began to become more clumsy and transparent, Kya found herself talking about her previous girlfriends like a radio ranking and Lin was burning Tenzin as if it were an Olympic sport, that if the girls from the Northern tribe were too dramatic and wanted to get married within a week or that if the youngest bald guy was a pain in the ass dancing and ruined the parties, that if Katara was very lax with her advice and secretly hated not having a more normal daughter or if Toph was crazy and hid it behind physical achievements, none of them seemed to have a brake until it was Izumi's turn, Kya felt a twist in her stomach just thinking about bringing her up in the conversation, that demonic princess who had her crawling on the floor while playing husband and wife with some idiot of the nobility. Well no! She wouldn't give him the pleasure of living in her tongue that night. Kya stood up from the bar and offered her hand to Lin, who had already accumulated so much alcohol that her jacket was gone.

– Come on, let’s dance.

Lin shook her head slightly, in her simple but elegant olive green outfit, Kya didn't accept that answer and made her stand up, the belt accentuated her figure and the small heels crowned the outfit, Kya was beginning to not know what filter she was seeing Lin with... And she wouldn't beat around the bush, that moment was dance time. She took her to the dance floor and told her where to put her hands, discovering her obedient she began a gentle swing, the earthbender didn't take long to coordinate, she quickly retained the instructions and seemed flexible.

Flexible.

Kya was losing the horizon.

They both found their rhythm, Kya put Lin's hands on her waist and hers on her shoulders, looking for her gaze and her knowing smile, thinking about how pretty she would look when she mastered that, confidence gave a seductive air to those features that Lin had to learn to master, Kya could see all that potential, she could see it so well that she refused to let go of her for the rest of the night, song after song they enjoyed it in each other's arms, with sporadic comments and small pauses to drink more or to stagger to the bathroom, when the place closed they were both thrown out. Did they care? Not much, they were dying of laughter and their energy seemed to never go down, Lin kept emphasizing how pretty Kya was and Kya kept getting lost in Lin, in her eyes, in her lips, in her curly hair that was starting to escape from her hairstyle.

Maybe it was the effect of the alcohol but the waterbender had found a little gem and would take care of polishing it to her liking.

Somehow they made it to the port and then to the island, sneaking in so as not to be dragged away by Katara, the good thing about it being so big was that there was no way to keep track of everything. Kya led her new friend through the halls of the east wing straight to her room, Lin apologetically giggling, trying her best to keep her voice down as she flopped onto the bed, her coat had ended up on Kya's shoulders and it didn't look like she was going to get it back.

The waterbender approached the bed and placed a hand on Lin's chest, pushing her to lay her down completely so she could climb on top of her. Lin seemed bewildered for a few seconds, dazzled by the blue eyes of her companion. There were a couple of questions that got stuck in her throat because Kya kissed her, softly and with a touch of tenderness. The hand on her chest slid down to her belt to loosen it, which she was able to do easily with one hand. Kya loved how easy the zippers and clasps were for her, being able to slip her hand into Lin's shirt, discovering a firm abdomen and soft skin. The sigh that caress drew from Lin's lips allowed Kya to introduce her tongue. She wanted to taste her carefully, to treasure the moment as it should be.

Her hands began to work together to bare her chest, it was a good size, enough to fit in her palms, Kya refused to let go of her mouth so she refrained from looking at her breasts a little longer, caressing them with care, finally releasing Lin's mouth only to plant kisses on her neck, the way her skin took color so quickly turned her on more, she wanted to fill her with bites and marks that she would then have to hide under her uniform, but she tried to contain herself, she couldn't be so terrifying the first time. Kya's kisses went down between her breasts to her navel while her fingers grabbed the waistband of her pants and slid them down, just before discovering her mount of Venus Lin was finally able to articulate a word.

The worst of all.

“Tenzin”

The pleasant heat bubbling through Kya's body suddenly cooled, stopping her hands and looking up, those green eyes seemed hazy and lost in the shadows, the alcohol had taken her beyond reality and the waterbender had ignored it, of course a brat who was just discovering adulthood wouldn't know how to master a drink she didn't usually consume. Kya adjusted Lin's pants and got out of bed feeling uncomfortable and annoyed, she had fallen so low that she almost fucked a drunk of questionable age who surely hadn't consented to anything of that nature with another woman before, and on top of that, her younger brother's ex. How the hell did that put her in the existential plane of things? She was any opportunistic man and that made her nauseous.

Kya ended up vomiting in the first bathroom she found, alerting one of the acolytes who was around there. Fortunately, no one seemed to see her enter with Lin, so she let herself be scolded and cared for by her father's students, who managed to dissipate her drunkenness with some strange concoction. The girls didn't let her go until the sun was out, with the promise that they would throw her into the water with Katara for disrespecting the temple like that. Kya slipped out of their hands and went in search of her "almost victim?" She had to apologize and take her home. She was the oldest of the two, she had to redeem herself at all costs. However, when she got to the room, Lin was not there. Her coat was there, but she was not.

Kya felt panic in her stomach and held back the renewed urge to vomit, starting to walk through the halls nervously, avoiding anyone who wanted to get close to her, she didn't want anyone else to intercept Lin, much less her mother, her life could be doomed if that happened. In the end she gave up on the interior and went out in search of the port, she also tended to run away when she woke up in strange places, however she didn't get very far when a familiar bison snorted at her, it wasn't Appa at least, but Oogie.

The flying bug was dozing, blocking one of the paths that led to the grove surrounding the building. Kya slipped into the trees, pulled by an unknown force, until she got a wider view. Her brother, her beloved brother Tenzin, was next to one of the fountains, wiping Lin's face with a handkerchief. The girl was sitting on the edge of the well, looking feverish. Kya felt it like a punch to the stomach. The way that idiot was touching her skin, with an alien affection, seemed so adult, so responsible. Lin stopped him and said something that only he could hear. His response? Taking her by the chin and planting a kiss on her lips, a real kiss, reciprocated with all the lucidity that his hangover would allow him.

Kya turned away not wanting to see more, she needed to get her stomach back up somewhere or she would get sick, but when she came out from between the trees it was no longer just Oogie who was waiting for her but Katara, with her arms crossed and a frown.

— Where were you?

— Over there…

— Over there? Does this look like a hostel to you? We don't live alone, Kya, we owe respect to those who help us and you're not giving it to them.

The young bender rolled her eyes and wanted to run away, remembering why she didn't like spending time in that place, everything was so restrictive and… Annoying, on her trips she only owed respect to herself, without unnecessary scolding – No… It won't happen again.

— Of course not, you'll return to the South Pole with your uncle.

— Excuse me?

— I spoke to him, he'll have a couple of meetings there and you need something to occupy yourself, free time isn't helping you… Tenzin?

Kya felt her stomach worsen, turning around she saw the aforementioned with a frown even more than her mother, leaning under his arm was Lin, pale and with an affected face, she looked so bad that Kya felt that the guilt would never leave her body, her shirt was buttoned so no one would see the marks of her sin… And that was suspicious, Lin couldn't have done so well in his condition. Would Tenzin have done it?

— You – Tenzin began pointing at his sister as if she were a criminal – What the hell is going through your head? – The aforementioned felt her body shudder. Would Lin have given her away? Of course she would, her reputation would be buried with her that day and no one would ever remember the loser in the middle – Just because you don't know how to spend time without being high on alcohol doesn't mean you force others to follow you. Aren't you ashamed?

— I don't… I thought that… It would be fun.

The answer turned Tenzin's expression into one of displeasure, that unhappy brat who now had a budding beard and nomad height looked at her as if she were a bug, crowned by his long-awaited tattoos was a bad reflection of Aang, Kya did not want him, of all people, to be the one to judge her - I would appreciate it if you kept your customs away from my girlfriend.

And he would have said more, Kya knew he wanted to say more, but Lin faded away and everyone ran to take her inside, she was almost two days under Katara's care because her body could not tolerate the amount of alcohol she ingested the night before, Sokka put Kya up to the limit with the sermon he gave her, forbidding her to approach the eldest of the Beifong until she controlled her problem with drinking and reluctantly took her to the South Pole, Kya spent all that time feeling that karma had come into her life with a whip and would not let her go until she had removed all her skin.

Once the cold of the poles began to chill her bones, a letter from Lin reached her hands, triggering anxiety in her. She knew that everything was just a prelude, her head still had to be claimed.

“For Kya.

I must admit that I didn't expect everything that happened, I thought I would see you and we would put up with each other for a few minutes before it was too much for us and we would pretend to have an engagement each to never see each other again, it was fun and new, I hadn't done anything like that with someone before, now I understand why people love being with you. You are charismatic.

I regret how it all ended, I should have recognized my limits and stopped in time, I put you all in a predicament because of my carelessness, I don't know how but I will apologize properly, thank you for taking care of me and not leaving me stranded on the street, if you ever need a hand in Republic City keep me in mind, I will not fail you.

Sincerely, Lin Beifong”.

Kya reread the letter over and over, ignoring meetings with her uncle and old friends who tried to intercept it, like a detective with a key piece in her hands she analyzed the words and their meaning, in the end her conclusion was bittersweet: Lin remembered nothing.

What had happened in the room lived only in her memory.

And for her sake, she would die there.

🌃

(I didn't want to make Lin look like a little girl lost in the world, so she tries to balance her inexperience with her mastery. It's meant to be a one-shot, but I feel like in the end I'm going to spend more chapters, at least one more where karma ends up dragging Kya down.)

[ravenssh1t]

Midnight Kisses - X.T.

telekenesis!reader, Wednesday’s twin!reader, gn!reader, mindreader!reader (lmao), fluffy, SFW

AN: hey beautiful people! this is my first fic that im acc publishing so please be kind. that being said i am always open to constructive criticism. if you enjoy this, please let me know, and if you’d like me to write more, or for other characters, just drop me a message or an ask! I will write for a whole plethora of characters so just let me know which characters and maybe a small prompt if you so desire!! i hope you enjoy!! <333

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I looked over at my alarm clock. The bright red number glared 00:34 back at me. I'd only been at Nevermore for a week or so, and already it was a torturous experience. The glares from Barclay and her minions, the rumours, everyone walking on eggshells around Wednesday and I. It's a miracle neither of us had pulled another 'piranha incident'. There was one thing that never seemed to care about the rumours though. Well, one person. Xavier Thorpe. 

Wednesday had met him before.  His godmother's funeral. Allegedly, she saved his life, which is rather unlike my dear sister. However, in the long run it's been rather helpful.

Since starting at Nevermore, I had only really become close to two people. If you could even call it close. Our new roommate, Enid. And Wednesday's old acquaintance, Xavier. 

Right now, I need a distraction. From the thoughts that clouded my mind and prevented the graceful release of sleep from my grasp. Enid, Wednesday and Thing were all asleep. I decided to head down to Xavier's dorm. Since Rowan was expelled (killed, left, whatever) I've ended up in Xavier's room a few times. Once for stalking purposes, once for homework, once for... well I'm not entirely sure how to define it. But I know that he's what I need right now. 

I crept out of the window, and distracted the housemaster with an illusion of a hamster that I know he loves. I crept up the stairs and knocked on Xavier's door. No answer. I knock again and poke my head in and softly say "Thorpe? You in here?" Nothing again. He must be in his art shed. 

The brisk walk through the grounds was not unwelcome. It gave me quiet. I saw the lights on in Xavier's shed and picked up my pace a little. Something about that man makes me feel a weird tingling in my stomach. It's a new unfeeling. But not unpleasant. 

He doesn't answer when I knock, but I can hear the not-so-delicate sound of Deftones playing through decrepit doors, so I doubt he heard me. I decide to just walk in, and he's got his back towards the door, so I just take a seat on one of the stools and watch him paint. Something about him seems to draw me in. I can't help but admire the way his hair looks in a messy bun with the front strands poking out. The way his tall stature towers over his canvas. His masterful hands sweep the paint in particular ways just to fit his liking. 

I accidentally knock over a plastic cup full of multicoloured paint brushes and he jumps and turns around swiftly and catches me and says “Jesus Christ, Y/N! Do you make a living out of scaring this shit out of people?” and I smirk and say “No, but that is the goal.” He scoffs at my retort and saunters over to me while he asks “What’s wrong?” 

“Who said there’s anything wrong?” I ask slightly bitterly albeit unintentionally.

“Drop the tough guy facade, we both know that Wednesday and Enid are asleep, so you found me. Now, what’s wrong?” Damn. He read me like a small children’s book. 

“I couldn’t sleep. Needed a distraction. For some reason my brain seems to find your company tolerable.” 

He decides to ignore the last statement and instead questions “Do you want to see my new painting?” 

“If I must.” 

We walk over to one of his canvases and he spins it round. It’s me. Well, my hand. My hand in the middle of culminating an illusion with my powers. The deep crimsons and maroons contrast against the vibrant scarlet just like they do in real life. He even got the rings I wear down to a T. 

It’s incredibly rare that I am rendered speechless. But alas, here I am. My mouth ever so slightly agape, mind void of all language. Just pure astonishment. He breaks me out of my trance by saying “Sorry. I know it’s a bit creepy. I can get rid of it if you want-”

“Xavier,” I interject. “It’s beautiful. I love it.”

He smiles at this and the tip of his nose and his cheeks turn a distinct rose-tinted pink. He lifts his hand over the portrait and animates the picture. It moves exactly as mine do. The astonishment I first felt came sweeping back over me like a tidal wave. “Thank you, Xavier. This is amazing.” 

“Amazing enough for a hug?” He questions boldly. 

“Fine.” My reluctance is entirely feigned because the one thing I need right now is a hug. He practically jogs over to me in excitement and wraps his long arms around me tightly. My head sits just at the nave of his chest and it feels like the final two puzzle pieces finally slotted together. “You can hug back, you know?” He (not so) subtly hints as his chin rests on the top of my head. “I know.” I grumble back stubbornly. I hesitantly wrap my arms around him. Oddly comforting. Something in me tells me this is exactly where I’m meant to be at this moment. I don’t notice myself relaxing into the embrace and tucking my head impossibly closer to his chest, but he does. “We can do this more often if you need it.” 

“I may just take you up on that, Thorpe.” We stay there for a few seconds longer, then he lets go, and I do too. I wander back over to the desk and take a seat on the oak plank. He follows me and leans over me to ‘grab a paintbrush’ or so he says. He gently places his hand on my hip as he does, and I feel my face flush bright pink. He catches this and says “Am I that good?” 

“You wish you had that effect on me, Thorpe.” 

“Oh, I know I do, Addams.”

“How’s that then?” I query, genuinely hoping he is completely oblivious to the way I feel about him. 

“You’re a dick to pretty much everyone here. But with me? You had a soft spot almost immediately. You blush every single time I touch you. You watch me paint for hours on end while pretending that you’re doing homework because you don’t want me to notice that you’re staring at me. It’s obvious!” He chuckles out the last statement with the cockiest smirk on his smug, beautiful face. 

“Well, what about you Mr Loner who can’t seem to want to spend enough time with me? You touch me every chance you get. You painted a picture of my hand for God’s sake!” It’s possible I may have gotten slightly defensive. 

“Y/N. I never said it was a bad thing.” He etched ever so much closer to me until he was only two inches away from my face. He placed his strong hands on my delicate shoulders and gazed into my eyes. “Can I kiss you?” Speechless once again. I try to force out something, anything coherent, but I just stammer silently. “Ok, answer me this,” He notices my nerves. “Do you want to kiss me?” 

‘Yes! Yes, Xavier Thorpe! Of course I want to kiss you! It’s my dream, my livelihood, my reason for being alive!’ is what I want to say. No. What I want to scream from the rooftops. But all that comes out is a hushed and hesitant “Yes.” 

He puts his long pointer finger under my chin and lifts my head towards his face so I have no choice but to stare into his beautiful green eyes once again. “Speak up, sweetheart.” If he wasn’t standing in between my legs right now, I would be forcing them closed. “Yes, you dick.” I force out, it comes out slightly louder than I expected, but the excitement is evident in my voice. “Then can I kiss you?” 

“Yes.” I assert firmly this time. 

His hands move down to my hips, and he squeezes them gently. He leans down and pecks me on the cheek, then the lips. Feeling unsatisfied, a sudden overwhelming confidence regains control of me. I wrap my hands around the back of his neck and suggest that “If you’re going to kiss me, you should at least do it properly.” He smirks again. God, he loves doing that. If it wasn’t so attractive I might just complain about it. “Like this?” He asks, grasping my hips harder this time and before I know it, our lips collide again. This time, it’s not as soft and fast-lived. It’s passionate, deep. If I thought the hug felt like two puzzle pieces fitting together, this is ,oh, so much better. Our lips move together in perfect harmony. My hand moves up into his hair, and I tug it gently, which covets a deep groan from the bottom of his throat into my mouth. I had never heard such a beautiful noise in my life. 

He pulled away softly. “Yeah. Like that.” I mutter breathlessly. 

“Thought so. Let’s go back to my dorm.” Yet another bold move from him. 

“I’m not that easy, Thorpe.” 

“No, idiot. You’re staying in my dorm tonight. You’ll sleep better.” 

That makes me smile. “Okay,” I accept. “but I expect more kisses.” 

“You read my mind, Y/N.” Oh, the irony.

[milomaybe]

Pits

You’ve had a bad day, so you go to the only place you feel completely comfortable being an ass. Could be a oneshot could be a story, who knows at this point. Angst. Reader has no gender. Highschool au, human au, reader is not called y/n

I need inspiration to keep writing this and improving my writing skills. I have no idea how long I'll keep this going or if I'll even post this fic again but here.

To say you were pissed would be an understatement. Your hair was charred at the ends from a failed chemistry lab, your favorite jacket was soaked in rain water. At least the water helped with the burn somewhere your mind tried to reason. It was minor but still hurt like a little bitch another part said whilst wishing you’d snapped at the careless classmate who did it. Instead of walking home to your house you made the short trip from the bus stop to Monty’s place, not even bothering to stop by yours to let your parents know where you were headed. Well, they probably knew where you were anyways.

You opened the door and let it slam closed.

“I’m home!” In response you heard a loud grumble from the kitchen. Instead of heading to greet your friend you immediately went down to the basement and began setting everything down. Carelessly you changed into some of his clothes and went looking for the stray bag of chips you knew he kept down here despite his housemates' protests. He stomped out of the bathroom and stared at you for a second. It must’ve been one of his housemates in the kitchen. You simply rolled your eyes at the blush creeping onto his cheeks as you kept searching for the chips.

“Do I even get to ask?” You only made a noise of discontentment when you realized the chips were gone and you found the empty bag instead. “What’s there to say?” you sat on the couch with a huff. It was clear as day he was finding some form of entertainment in your disdain and instead of comforting you he sat as well and started flicking through channels. He knew you’d blow up eventually, just like him you were a ticking time bomb of rage. All it took was him to glance at you with a raised eyebrow for you to cave and start shouting.

“Okay what the actual fuck man?!!?”

“Excuse me?”

“DUDE! You can clearly tell I’m pissed off and you aren’t saying shit!” To which he laughed and that only made you wanna explode even more.

“You know I love it when you’re pissed,” Your face was red with anger at this point but he continued, “The hell am I supposed to do. I’m shit with feelings and you know it!” Fists balling up with raise you went and punched him hard in the shoulder he laughed even harder. “Look mate, we aren’t gonna get anywhere by talking.”

He began to stand up and wander over to where his golf clubs were stashed. He grabbed a pretty hefty one and handed it to you before setting up his mattress on the wall. “Go nuts, just don’t hit the walls” He turned off the tv turned up the radio and you fucking beat the shit out of that mattress. You went at it for at least a good thirty minutes before finally stopping.

“Better?”

You grunted in response. You dropped the club and sat back on the couch, only to lay your head on his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around you and turned off the music. The silence filled the air as you watched the storm from out the window. You could feel him staring at you. "Get caught in the rain again?" "...yeah."

You hate how many times this has happened before. How many times you've had to come here so you didn't blow up on some innocent bystander. guilt gnawed at your stomach, and your rage had completely fizzled out leaving you in a… melancholy mood.

You tried to find a spark of emotion to express because that's what you and him do around each other, express everything… but it's gone. You're just… tired and hungry.

The hungry part was normal, eating food was always a battle of whether to let you enjoy the satisfaction or to try to make yourself feel better 'for longer' by not eating. The chips were the only thing that sounded good today and they were gone. A bird passed by and ate a worm, you frowned.

"Hey…"

For once he was trying to be gentle. He moved slowly closer to you, well as close as he could. He knocked his knee against yours successfully pulling you from your mind.

"Hm?"

"Let's go get food."

"I'm not hungry."

He just kinda sighed and closed his eyes for a moment,"you were looking for chips earlier, you probably haven't eaten all day." He wasn't lying and you just scooched further from him on the couch, in his mind it proved the point, "... Please?"

As if on cue one of his housemates called from upstairs, "MONTY! COME GET FOOD!"

“Well?”

“Well what?”

“Do you want to willingly come or do I have to drag you?”

You sorta half rolled your eyes and watched him stand up. His eyes were open and held mischief and destruction, you realized he was being completely serious and would 100 percent carry me upstairs and make sure I your head would get knocked against the doorway thus not wanting a concussion you stand but very grumpily.

You both make your way up the stairs except you kind of freeze when you reach the top. Freddy, one of the popular kids from school, stood in front of you. Unfortunately he got caught in the cross fires when people were trying to put you out. You only had a few classes with him but you knew him well enough from that experience. He smiled awkwardly and looked at monty. “Are you two gonna eat?”

“I’m not-” “Yes.”

Freddy raised a curious brow at Monty but he didn’t question it. All of you made your way to the dinner table and you all sat together. It was awkward to say the least.

You didn’t talk much, trusting Monty to keep the conversation going while you picked at your food. In all honesty you wanted to back bydownstairs, to hide away in the little angry safe space that you two have created for each other. Eventually dinner and dishes were done and Monty dragged you back downstairs. You were afraid you’d disappointed him.

“Hey- fuck- I’m-” He got mad at the words and kicked the couch in frustration before turning back to you- “You’re really feeling like shit huh?”

You couldn’t look at him. Afraid he’d be angry or harsh about your feelings. Everyone was always rude or harsh about your feelings.

“I’m just feeling… sensitive” You heard him choke back a laugh. “What kind of uh… sensitive?” “just… hurt?” You could hear him sigh, he sat on the couch and you made a move to leave.

“I’ve gotta go home before my parents kill me. I’ll see you tomorrow,” and then you left. You didn’t bother to grab your bag or clothes, even after you got home you didn’t put burn cream on your neck or back. You just laid in bed and dealt with the pain. Your parents didn’t come home that night. Only showing up while you were getting ready for school.

Once more, you felt the familiar feeling of anger bubbling up. You were angry… again.

[purple-heart-x]

Free Fall

Hi yes. Felt like making some characters go hurty. This is more of an angst piece than whump.

Big trigger warning for suicide mention, thoughts, and attempt. 

Other TWs: depression, stalking and kidnapping mentioned, blackmail, innocent hurt, implied childhood trauma, hospital mention, blood mention, near drowning, stabbing/possible murder... One last specific warning- Character put in the situation of convincing someone not to commit suicide. I know that’s a huge trigger for some. 

Stay safe. Enjoy. It does have a soft ending, I swear.

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Villain can never leave the Hero alone. Villain tells her colleagues that the Hero wronged her, that she must follow and get revenge...

She saw the Hero’s confusion every time she popped up again to fight him. Because the Hero did not wrong her. The Hero righted her when she was at her worst, showing kindness and gentleness as he fought off the other villains, giving Villain time to safely recover from her broken bones, the consequence of falling off a tall bridge in an effort to escape the villains pursuing her.

That was why Villain was at the bridge again. So was Hero. "Taking in the sights, I see," she panted. Hero did not answer. Villain was almost offended at the thought of him ignoring her, until she saw the lost look in his eyes as he stared downwards. "It's a nasty fall, Hero. Let's just go back. I can make you some tea..." "Please look away and don't look back," his voice cracked on the last part. She reached out, laying a hand on his shoulder. "Like hell am I leaving you. Hero, please..." He shook her hand off. "Don't touch me.” In all her years of villainy she'd never felt her heart pound like this. One wrong move and Hero-- her hero-- would be gone. Forever. The huge ship that had broken her fall wasn't there anymore, and the trip down would be at least a hundred, probably two hundred, feet further and harder. "Please. Talk to me." She'd seen him at what she'd thought was his worst several times. Pacing, muttering... But not like this. Hero swallowed hard. "You weren't supposed to be here." "Neither were you." She batted back an answer like a ping pong ball. Hoping that maybe if she kept doing it, he'd stop. Or stall. Or anything but jump.  "Come back with me, darling. Let's just go back to bed. It's okay now." It had been months since Villain had reluctantly left his hideout to return home. They had agreed it was time to go back to normal life. But then again, maybe if Hero was in this state, he would believe it? Hero looked at her wearily, as he had done the previous night and the night before in the same position. But instead of accepting, he began to weep. "Why won't you let me go? I just want to go. I just want it to stop." She knelt next to him. "I know, darling. I-- I don't know, though, not really. What do you want to stop?" "Everything," he shuddered, curling up against the railing. "Do you want me to go away? Is that part of everything?" "No!" He blurted it out before he could think. "N-No. Not you. Please don't leave me here." Villain inched closer. "I won't leave you, Hero. I'm here for you. I'm here," she whispered, sitting down next to him, back to the water. After a long silence interrupted only by hero's sobs, he spoke again. "I don't want to fight anymore. I- I don't want to dodge muggers every time I leave the heroes' apartment or know that a third of the cars around me are villains hoping to swipe me. A-And I- I don't want them to hurt you to get to me! And I- I- I was so scared! I killed a guy and his b-blood is still in my carpet and-- And he was scared! He'd been forced into it by some villain, and," he paused and sobbed.

"And he just wanted to go home to see his family! He was crying, Villain, crying for mercy, and the- the-- and th-the doctors said he m-might not make it!"

He leaned forward into Villain's arms as she stared in shock. She snapped out of it after a moment, rubbing circles over his back. "Shhh, shhh, Hero. I know. I understand. It's okay now. You're alright. You called the ambulance?" Hero sniffled, nodding while still pressing into her. "Then you did everything you could. You've been stalked and kidnapped and threatened with no end for months, my love. Of course you would immediately protect yourself when someone broke into the apartment. It's okay now. You didn't kill anyone. He's still alive, and that's only because you called for help." Hero wailed into her shirt, clenching his fists against the fabric as he let out the tension and grief he’d held in all night. He suddenly felt himself shaking violently, whines forming in the back of his throat as Villain cupped his face. "Just let it out, Hero. It's okay to not be a hero right now. Let me take care of you just this once." Tears filled his eyes as he melted into her, tiny gasping breaths interrupting his sobs. "Am- Am I doing the right thing? Am I... Am I hurting people by being a hero? I d-don't want to. I wanted to help people." Villain smiled sadly, tears welling in her own eyes as she remembered rolling off the roof of the boat, helpless and drowning until a shadowy figure managed to dive in after her, dragging her to safety. "No, my hero, you aren't hurting anyone by being a hero. You are helping people. And... You're one of the good heroes. You help us villains out when we need it. I think that's worth more than anything." Hero nodded tearfully, craving more reassurance but unable to ask. "I love you, Hero. We all love you. It's going to be okay. We're going to be okay." "You don't hate me?" "Hate y--?" "After... tonight? After forever? When I r-ran away?" "No, Hero. I'm not angry. No one is mad at you. You're safe with me, remember?" He took a long, shaky breath before nodding. "Safe..." he breathed, trying to forget the feeling of his heart pounding every time something went wrong, trying to remain invisible, trying to...

“I trust you, Villain. I love...”

Villain sighed. "Did you really just-- How am I going to bring you home?" Hero's already-asleep form did not answer, only nuzzled into her. "Fine." She straightened, leaning down to plant a kiss on Hero's forehead. "I'll protect you from them. And I'll protect you from you." She tore the note in his pocket to shreds and sprinkled them over the open water before standing and bringing them both home.

[wiggolt]

Fanship story time:

i was randomly thinking in how Xiaoyu and Jin first meeting could be and this out:

Well surely Jin was confused and a little disturbed when Heihachi Mishima who have returned from a business journey with... a little girl named Ling Xiaoyu with him, with whom he had to be nice and polite because he has to, don't mind him he didn't dislike her he hasn't reason to do it anyways, is just that he isn't a very social guy, he don't get along with every person he meet.

"You will fight with her" this sentence alone disturbed him, "she is just a child I don't think we should fight I would hurt her"were his words to denote his annoyance and disagreement to do it, Heihachi hear this and didn't nothing but let out a laugh an then tell to him "you can't be more mistaken boy, she is full of surprises and you will find it soon" of course, outside as expected Xiaoyu hear that because she like to hear other people's conversations and went mad,"I will make him regret his statement, who the heck thinks that guy he's to say that", well she had to give him a show of her abilities and so she did it.

She leave him amazed? Yes she managed herself to amaze Jin.

When the battle finish Heihachi just remembered Jin again that she was full of surprises and congrated Xiaoyu and leave the dojo, she approached to him and of course could let the opportunity to mock saying "so, the child is worth enough for you Mr. Judgment eh? Something do you have to say?" He will give her a little smile "I apologize, i shouldn't undestimate you,but you shouldn't hear behind the walls" she give him a smile to him "he he well, sometimes people walks and casually listen things" that excuse seems so common of hers "No hard feelings?, right? She nodded "Ok Mr. Serious, what about a handshake for the peace?" He gave her a small smile and accept that handshake "It's Jin not Mr. Serious you know it" she mocked again "well, if you smile like this from now maybe I don't call you like this"

Jin don't notice it yet but he had a chance to be comfortable in some way in this place for first time thanks to this naive and overconfident girl.

[starkourtmall011]

I've decided to try and get out of my mind fucked state and write. the way I did half of this on computer has me shook ong

Things I think and Robin arellano would do🤷🏽‍♀️ (Dating)

- forehead / cheek kisses

- Watch Movies w you

- walk to school n classes together

- Cuddling

- Holding hands

- Drive in movie dates

- would fight for you tbh

- his hugs>>>

I'd just like to say, sorry it's so mf short Im pretty mind fucked💀

[pulcen]

pussydrunk!Sukuna who insists he's only doing it to warm you up for the real deal.

pussydrunk!Sukuna who throws your legs over his shoulder like you weigh nothing, making snarky remarks about how this is just 'foreplay', and not to get too cocky.

pussydrunk!Sukuna who grips your waist hard, going face first into your weeping pussy without intake for air, tongue immediately hitting your most sensitive spots.

pussydrunk!Sukuna who still hasn't come up for air, now moving his attention to what you think is his favorite—your clit, now swollen and tender with how latched he is on it; kitty licks with sucking like it'll kill him.

pussydrunk!Sukuna who rides you through your first orgasm by adding two of his girthy fingers to the mix, pushing them out of your hot walls that clench around his digits every stroke and curl.

pussydrunk!Sukuna who finally comes up to take a breath, chin covered with a translucent sheen of your cum—a nasty trail of slick following him as he gives you a stupid grin; teasing you by slowly lowering himself to your oversensitive sex to continue his ministrations despite your pleas.

pussydrunk!Sukuna who grumbles a short, "Shut up", when you tell him it's becoming too much, hands on your waist only getting tighter to make sure you won't run away; tongue seeming to reach down your messy cunt further as punishment.

pussydrunk!Sukuna who gets annoyed at you for interrupting his feasting with your constant shoving and twisting while you try and get him away from your overstimulated sex, but only getting a slap! on your pussy in return.

pussydrunk!Sukuna who has never seemed more grateful to be a curse in his life with how much stamina he has, each orgasm of yours only resulting in him trying harder to drag another out of you.

pussydrunk!Sukuna who actually moans in pleasure of you hitting your 6th straight orgasm of the night from his eating, the only relief you get is him stopping to grunt, "The next better have you squirting".

pussydrunk!Sukuna who smiles deep in your weeping pussy (so swollen with sensitivity that you're numb) at your screams of his name along with the rough tugs at his hair begging him to give you a break.

pussydrunk!Sukuna who finally is satisfied as you squirt long and hard with tears falling down your cheeks, the liquid that he can't catch in his mouth ending up in his hair, the sheets, and his chest—not like he minds though.

pussydrunk!Sukuna who runs his calloused hand up and down your back when you pass out from tiredness, feeling accomplished he made you hit seven orgasms in 2 and a half hours, but who's really counting?

[bluberrymochi17]

he sees it. and you’re terrible at hiding it.

not only was it extremely obvious by the changes with your body, your breast are bigger, your skin is paler than usual, foods you loved before you turn your nose away from, the frequent trips to the bathroom, bla bla bla…

but despite that you try your best, and he’s aware you just want to surprise him. you had been trying for months and months and months with no results, both of you beginning to feel a little discouraged.

best despite your efforts he knows.

he can see the little blue flame of cursed energy tucked safely within your womb. he can see how overwhelming it is, and so he subtly tries to support you and make sure that you don’t know that he knows.

he gives you more back rubs, he buys you more loungewear to laze about the house in, he take over your missions for you, he gets you saltine crackers to leave as a “late night snack” on your bedside table. after you fall asleep, he leaves you gingerale he opened earlier in the night so it would be flat for your inevitable morning sickness.

satoru gojo is nothing if not diligent in the care he provides to the mother of his child.