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lunawritingspaceoxoxxx · 1 year ago

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Wanted - Hobie Brown x Black Fem Reader

No minors, 18+ only

Tw: Angst, Rough Sex, Dirty talk, dick piercing, cheating

You rubbed your eyes as you blankly stared at your work screen, the days bleeding into weeks–into months as life went on. Relationships are hard; bearing your soul to another person and allowing them to see the most authentic version of you is scary, downright nerve wracking. Pulling your locs into a loose bun as you doubled down on your report that was due in the morning.

It’s been days since you last saw Hobie. One moment, the two of you were at a concert, enjoying yourselves and the next moment, he was gone in a blink and you couldn't help the nauseous feeling in the pit of your stomach, unable to hold anything down. ‘It’s fine—he does this all the time, I don’t know why it feels so painful this time.’ But you knew why; exactly two months ago, Hobie and you were relaxing in his apartment—he finally had a day where the corrupt government wasn't planning anything too inferious. You watched him strum his guitar, humming to himself.

“What’s going on in your head, pretty girl?” He rasped as he lazily glanced over, the weed making his eyes slightly closed, mirroring your expression. “Nothing, just relaxing.” A lie. You loved the Spiderman in front of you, you wanted nothing more than him to reciprocate your feelings, but he didn’t like conformity and labels—which made life with him difficult. Hobie and you were very touchy with each other, lingering hands and stares were common and talking freely about past sexual conquests was a staple in any conversation. Then that’s where the lines between friends began to blur.

You couldn’t deny your feelings for the self proclaimed anarchist, he knew you from the inside out and backwards, which made it harder to go see when he was around. A cute little blond, chilling on his bean bag and greeting you like you were an old friend. “Hey, this is Gwenie, Miguel just brought her in.” Your world shattered instantly, Hobie looked at her as if she had painted the stars. You’ve known Hobie for years, earning his trust and being exposed to deep, personal things, which made it a slap in the face, especially when Gwen knew about their inside jokes.“Love, you’re spacing out again,” Hobie snapped his fingers,”I said, what are you doing this weekend? I asked Miguel to give me a weekend off and wanted to spend time with my favorite girl.” You snorted, rolling your eyes as you hit the bong, blowing smoking into the room as you leaned your head back. “Going on a date with a coworker.”

Hobie paused, narrowing his eyes as if you had grown a third head. “A date?” “Yeah, we’ve been talking for a moment,nothing too serious.” His blood began to burn, nodding his head as he stared blankly at the wall. “Nothing serious, ay? What about us-” “About what? We fuck, we smoke, that’s really about it. We barely hangout, I kinda chalked us to be friends with benefits, but you don’t like labels nor conformity.” You pushed yourself off the bag as you grabbed your bag, slipping on your sandals. “Love, where are you going? You gonna leave this? Be a coward and run away?” You shrugged your shoulders, nodding your head. “Yeah, I am because I don’t like my time being wasted and that's what you’re doing. Hobie–fuck, I think I may love you and I don’t want to be another notch in your bed frame. You don’t value me as a friend, why does Gwen know our inside jokes? You only call when she’s busy, it’s like I became a backup to her and it’s not fair to me.”

Fast forward two months, Hobie seemingly ignored your confession and acted like nothing happened, you weren’t going to bring it up, so life continued on. It just felt like a massive wall between you, hangouts became even more rarer and as if you lost your best friend overnight. Eric, your coworker, he’s fun, safe, and don’t get it twisted, you like him, but he could be a little boring at times. “Babe, there’s an event going on tomorrow night at the science museum, underneath the stars while being able to observe natural history.” Your eye twitched, sighing softly before you flashed the fakest smile. “Yeah, sounds great, let me check my calendar.” Spray Painting Session w/ Hobie. The last time you and Hobie hung out, it ended early by him stepping away for a smoke break and never returning. Did you really want to risk that, because things were awkward and you tried to address it, but he was adamant about not hearing you out, playing the “I’m busy, gotta go" card.

“Sure, I have to go shopping for a decent dress after this email.”

You sighed as you admired your in the mirror, donning this slick, elegant black little number, pulling your locs to the side. Eric has already left, claiming that his manager needed his expertise on some stuff. “Dressed up for me?” You scoffed at the familiar voice, continuing to blend in your foundation. “Why you getting dressy, we’re only spray-painting-” “Hobart, I’m going to a private event tonight with Eric.” Hobie watched you through the mirror, locking his jaw–his hands grazing the backrest. “Not the government name, must be serious then. Why you choosing that tosser over me? What so great about him?” Hobie watched as you stepped away, slipping into elegant velvet heels. “He’s my boyfriend and I want to support him, is that a difficult concept for you to wrap your head around.” Hobie clicked his tongue, sprawling out onto the silk sheets, much to your annoyance.

“It’s not, but I don’t appreciate my girl isolating me for some git. “ Hobie narrowed his eyes at your appearance. You looked absolutely stunning, there was no doubt in his mind, but this? Yeah, this was supposed to be meant for him only. “‘Your girl?’ That’s funny, I didn’t know that I was already spoken for, Hobie, look–you lost your chance, I confessed my feelings for you and you proceeded to ignore it, so I don’t appreciate being treated like some dog.” Brushing out a few winkles, you finished with the final touches as you grabbed your purse. “Love, you know I never meant to make you feel lesser, but labels-” “You hate labels! You hate consistency! I get it, but you actively led me on! The touches, the stolen kisses–I’ve cleaned your wounds, waited on hands and knees for you! What more do you want from me, I’ve given everything that I can.”

Hobie saw a broken girl in front of him, seeing the exhaustion in your eyes as he tried to come up with something–anything, scoffing you walked away, grabbing your keys as you headed out the door. He sighed, slipping through the window, the shadows masking his figure as you stepped out and met Eric outside. "Oh wow, darling, you look absolutely stunning.” Eric smiled as he twirled you around, Hobie’s fists clenching in jealousy at the site of the couple. He watched as Eric’s hands traveled down your back, pulling you closer to him. “Aw, thank you, I-” Eric’s phone ranged, much to your annoyance as he flashed a pathetic smile as he stepped away. “Sir, we’re about to the event. No sir, but I would-okay. Okay, I’ll finish those tests tonight.”

“Eric, you promised, We never get to do things anymore.” Crossing your arms over your chest as Eric kissed your temple,” It’s frustrating to cancel dates over your boss, why can’t he run tests and let you enjoy the night off?” You could feel tears swelling underneath your eyes as you sighed, pulling away from him. Your feelings for Eric were different from Hobie’s, but to be let down again, maybe you were destined to be alone. “Just text me when you get home.”

This gnawing feeling only grew with every step, close to tears as you pulled off of your heels. You sighed as you leaned against the stainless steel wall, paying no mind when Hobie walked in. “Y/N” “Shut up, please, just hush.” He scoffed as he towered over you, grabbing your chin as he made you look into his eyes. “Listen, love, I know you’re frustrated, but you don’t have to give me lip. I’m trying to be here for you.” Your blood began to flash red hot as you pushed him away, jabbing your fresh set into his chest. “Why now? You haven’t been here for months! Is it because you want to get your dick wet?!”

“No, it’s not, for fuck’s sake, I miss you alot, you make everything okay when I’m going through tough shit, but I also tend to push my friends away. Y/N, everything with the spider society, I couldn’t help, but shut you out, you aren’t apart of it and it wasn’t right of me, but you fell in love with that git and just pushed me away. You flaked out on me because of what? Him.” Hobie was absolutely right, you weren’t even trying to give an excuse. Jealousy was a twisted emotion, clouding your judgment to the point where there was nothing that he could say to change your mind. “Because he’s my boyfriend and you clearly didn’t want me, I wasn’t going to act like a puppy, so I can still have your friendship. I’m sorry, I can’t function that way.”

Hobie’s watch began to beep, groaning as Miguel’s face popped up. He shut off the watch with no regrets as the elevator’s doors opened. Storming to your apartment with him hot on your heels. “I never not wanted you! I thought that it was obvious when we slept together, do you think I sleep around town, inviting anyone into my bed?” You glared at him as he flopped onto your bed, his eyes watching you through the vanity mirror. “But it didn’t stop you flirting with girls right in front of me.” He watched you debeautify yourself, the dark circles underneath your eyes becoming more apparent. You two remained in silence as you began to strip down, revealing the deep emerald lace thong. “You wore that for him and he still left? The boy is so ungrateful,” Hobie pushed himself off the bed as he grasped your hips, pulling you flush against him,”Having the most beautiful little thing in his bed and not doing a damn thing with you.”

Your breath hitched in your throat as his rough hand traced along your body, tugging at the thin material as his other hand grazed your collarbone. Snapping out of your trance, you pushed him away, immediately slipping on a robe. “Yeah no, you’re done, get out. I’m not cheating on Eric with you.” “Why are you pushing me away so much? You clearly want me and I want you, what’s so difficult about that?” “Because Hobie, I want you a boyfriend, I love you and I don’t want anyone else, but you don’t like labels, exclusivity is hard for you-” “Bullshit, it’s not hard, I just didn't want my old flings, you want to know why? They weren’t you, just how Gwen and I are close, I don’t want her because I knew you were jealous of her. She may know some of our inside jokes, but she doesn’t have what you have.” Hobie pulled you onto the bed, wrapping his arms around you as if you could break free from his grasp.

“Y/N, we have history together and it’s frustrating to see this wedge between us, it’s hard coming home and knowing that you won’t be there, eating my snacks and being menace to me.” He fondly smiled at your giggle, pulling you closer to him. “I love you, if I wasn’t being clear, Y/N, I know you don’t love Eric, he’s obviously a distraction. Come back to me, let me show you why it’s worth it.” Your breath hitched as the palm of his hand trailed upwards,tugging lighty at the thin piece of fabric. His warm breath fanned against your throat, leaving small kisses starting the base trailing towards your jaw. “Darling…” “Hobie, what about-” You winced at the sharp pain, you could feel his eyes staring into your fiber of yourself. “Don’t speak about him, it’s just us, princess.”

Hobie stepped out of the bed, pulling off his studded jacket and shirt. He bore a shit-eating grin, knowing you were just as excited as him, shaking like a chihuahua. He pulled you towards the edge by your ankle, leaving behind a trail of wet kisses down your leg. “Take it off, show me your tits, sweet cheeks.” Hobie groaned as you tossed your robe to the side, taking in everything. Gasping as his rough hand immediately latched onto your boobs, pinching and twisting your nipples being mindful of your nipple piercings.

“H-Hobie, please-” He gave you a warning look as he bent down, taking one of the pierced buds in mouth, rolling it around as he relished in your cries. It’s been too long and he knew Eric wasn’t fucking you right. He groaned as he felt you rub against his bulge, your legs were wrapped around his waist as if he was going to vanish into thin air. “Nah, princess, this is about you, don’t worry about me.” Hobie ripped off your thong with ease, tossing the shredded fabric to the side.

You hid your face in the plush pillows as he rubbed your clit with no mercy, just the way you like it—much to his annoyance. His hands tangled in your locs, yanking your head up. “None of that hiding shit, let me hear you.” He grabbed your hip with his free hand, pushing two fingers in, immediately curling upwards as you cried out. “Words, princess, you miss my fingers? You squeezing me like a vice.” He pushed your limits as he nipped and sucked at your neck, relishing in your cries.You pulled him towards your lips by his wicks, sloppily making out as you reached his belt, tugging at his spiked belt. “My fucked out little whore, god I missed this look on you.” Hobie has pulled your hair back, shoving his drenched fingers down your throat. He could see the lust in your eyes because he knew that cornball wasn’t satisfying you.

Meanwhile Eric raced home, rushing through the lab results, uncaring if they were accurate or even legible, he just needed to get back to you as soon as possible. He patiently waited to be let in, he couldn’t wait for the day that he moved in with you, the buzzing in and then waiting seemed stupid to him. He waited patiently, humming softly as time went on. “Eric? What are you doing down here? I thought I could hear you and whats her name.” One of your neighbors gave him a puzzled look, letting him inside of the building. “Oh no, I had some last minute business at the lab, I’ve been there for awhile now.”

“A fucking cock whore,”Hobie brutally fucked your throat as you leaned off the bed, pinching your nipples,”You love this cock, don’t you?” Bobbing your head as he reached further down your throat. He watched as your eyes rolled back, jaw going slack. “You ain’t passing out on me?” “No..’m not passin’” You weakly sat up, trying to catch your breath, but not before being pushed down onto your silk sheets. “Good, because I’m not done yet.” With no remorse, he pushed inside of your pussy, setting a brutal pace as you screamed into your pillows, his prince albert piercing was way too overwhelming. “Fuck me, creaming on my cock this fast, oh I know he wasn’t fucking you properly.” You whined as he continued to fuck you with no hestation, gripping your thighs as subconsciously you knew that you would be marked by him.

His other hand reached in, furiously rubbing your clit, trying to extract another orgasm from you. “Fuck, your pussy was meant for me, only me that can fuck you so good, aint that right?” He pulled your head back, smirking at your tears. “Y-Yeah!” “Wasted two months of my time, fucking some limp dick, lanky kid, but this pussy? It belongs to me.” Hobie didn’t care about the neighbors banging on the walls, when he was fucking the girl of his dreams. “Yes, fuck! It belongs to you, only you!” Babbling as you couldn;t form a coherent thought, he slapped your tits, cursing as he felt your pussy pulse around his sensitive cock.

He could feel his balls tightening as he knew you were about to come, your moans only grew louder. “Come on, come on this cock.” Sobbing as you tried to slip from his grasp, the pleasure becoming borderline painful, but Hobie wasn’t going for that. “Come now or you don’t all.” He growled in your ear as you squirted across the sheets, your tired body trembling uncontrollably. He grunted, slamming into you, his lower half completely drenched, cursing as his warm cum coated your walls. Landing into the silk pillows face first as your arms went, Hobie plucked a plug from your nightstand, making sure you wouldn’t waste his cum. “Told you were mine, cut the bullshit labels and just be committed to one another.” He pulled you onto his chest as he drew circles onto your bare back. Hobie noticed a picture frame of you and Eric, smiling and he was kissing your cheek, webbing it to a random wall. He could finally be at ease, knowing that limp dick wasn’t going to be around for much longer.

#hobie brown x black!reader #hobie brown smut

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icycoldninja · 3 months ago

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I want to know how the Sparda Men and V would react with reader who has a little too much fun mowing down demons with her gun.

Not just any gun, a gatling gun specifically. She just ENJOYS it so much to the point where she has a blissful reaction on her face. Then she returns to normal when the job is done as if it’s nothing happened.

I just imagine her having a smile on her face, laughing at the demons she’s shooting down meanwhile the guys have a WTF reaction on their face, I think it would be a funny scenario.

Oh yeah, let's go!

Sparda boys + V x Psycho!Reader with a gun headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-Dante understands that fighting demons is always an entertaining experience, unless the demon is your corrupted brother but seeing you with that psycho grin on your face scares him.

-That gun of yours is powerful. Too powerful. It's not safe to let you keep using it!

-Well, at least you're not trying to kill humans with it, and are using your weapon responsibly.

-Once the job is done, you're back to normal. The dramatic transition has Dante very unsettled.

-Ah well, as long as this crazy side of you remains on the battlefield, he'll be fine, and so will you and your gun. Hopefully.

■ Vergil ■

-Vergil finds you to be an interesting force of both madness and POWER he hadn't seen before.

-You were definitely skilled, especially with that massive gatling gun of yours, but your wide smile just didn't sit right with him.

-You looked like a complete psychopath, and despite the fact that you were doing good deeds by mowing down those demons, he felt very uncomfortable around you.

-What made it worse was that when you finished, you snapped back to normal, like your psycho killing spree never even happened.

-Vergil may be uncomfortable, true, but he knows your wild bloodlust means you're a formidable ally.

-He just hopes he never has to fight you for any reason. Even a devil may die when it is shot with that many bullets.

□ Nero □

-Nero knew you were a nutcase the moment he saw you pull out that gatling gun.

-Ordinary people have no business and usually don't have the strength to be carrying things like that around, so the fact that you have one means you're one hell of a devil hunter.

-Watching you unload on some unfortunate demons is truly a remarkable sight.

-Seeing the wide, creepy grin on you face is even worse. Sometimes Nero questions if you're even human.

-Ah, but he doesn't mind! This proves you can take care of yourself just fine, leaving him to do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted.

-When you snap back to normal, he can't help but laugh. Who destroys an entire legion of demons like an absolute psycho before returning to their normal selves and just acting like all that never happened?

● V ●

-V didn't really know what to think when he witnessed you unload bullets on those demons for the first time.

-It's great how you were strong enough to weild such a mighty weapon and all that, but seeing you like this is unsettling.

-That wide smile, the blissful laughter--you sound like you're having the time of your life while committing demon genocide.

-There are bullets everywhere; by the time you're through with the demons, they're nothing but bloody carcasses with tons of holes.

-He's slightly scared, and also slightly proud. It's a mixture of emotions, which he isn't sure how to feel about.

-When you magically snap back to normal, he rejoices. He really doesn't like seeing you so...violent.

-At least you don't seem to recall what you had done--or you do and you're just trying to make him feel comfortable.

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gothamite-rambler · 7 days ago

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"Yeah I'm not one the lazy cops, I got to be Commissioner for a reason," Jim Gordon said, casually.

Commissioner Gordon knows Batman's true identity and his as a friend. He values the trust between them and has chosen to protect that secret. Gordon understands that Bruce Wayne, in his dual role as Gotham's protector, will always put the city's safety first. He's no fool; he sees through the mask and recognizes the man behind it.

Context: Moreover, Gordon eventually found out that Jason Todd is alive and has taken on the mantle of the Red Hood. In a city like Gotham, reality often blurs with the surreal. The extraordinary scenarios play out so frequently that they almost become mundane—a twisted part of everyday life. While keeping such secrets may contradict the law, Gordon knows that he's seen far worse things in his career. Some secrets are kept for the greater good, and he believes this is one of them. After all, in a city riddled with corruption and chaos, sometimes the lines between right and wrong become all too hazy.

Batman (uneasy): Commissioner Gordon... hey, my... friend. I'm comfortable enough to say that now.

Gordon turned around, eyebrows raised in curiosity.

Gordon: Yes?

Batman (exhausted): You're expecting me to say something shocking?

Gordon nodded, leaning against the rooftop ledge.

Gordon: Yes. No worries, I’m the only one up here. Go ahead; I feel like I already have the correct guess.

Batman: Just stay calm. Remember when Jason Todd died and then that guy showed up years later, taking out criminals?

Gordon grinned leaning in slightly as if anticipating the big reveal.

Gordon: Red Hood, yes.

Batman: Yes, um, Red Hood is Jason Todd, and after many, many years of fighting him... we're on good terms. He doesn't live in Gotham... please don't arrest him.

Gordon crossed his arms, his expression one of mock-seriousness.

Gordon: Oh, good for you. I already knew who he was and that he moved out of Gotham.

Batman (upset the man knew already): You freaking didn't!

Gordon (quick answer, smirking): I figured it out when you were debating if he was Jason Todd.

Batman (twitching left eye, exhaling sharply as he leans back): I never said that in front of you! Who told you he might be Jason—Barbara?

Gordon (chuckling to himself, shaking his head in amusement): Yup, when I invited her over for tea two years ago. She said you guys were not on the best of terms and that you hadn't figured it out. I figured that meant you two were arguing back and forth. He tried to kill you; you tried to stop him. Am I wrong?

Batman (annoyed, rubbing the back of his neck as he looks away): Anyone would've guessed that.

Gordon (smiling because he's about to school this man, gesturing animatedly as he relishes the moment): Then you got kidnapped by Mr. Freeze at the gala.

Batman (not angry, just annoyed again, running a hand through his hair as he rolls his eyes): Can you not word it that way while we're on a public roof?

Gordon (waving a hand dismissively, still grinning): No worries. When Bruce Wayne—who isn't you—got frozen by Mr. Freeze and had to be saved by your Robins—not Bruce Wayne's sons. Was that better?

Gordon laughs, clearly enjoying himself, as he takes a step back, allowing the moment to sink in.

Batman sighed, shaking his head incredulously as he glanced at the sky.

Batman: Oh my God, this is my life. Can you not... arrest him?

Gordon (tilting his head, considering, his tone playful yet serious): Hm, I'm torn. On one hand, his vigilantism did get out of hand, and you know I don't agree with senseless murder. But on the other hand, I do need a donation for this upcoming policemen's ball.

Batman (raising an eyebrow, incredulous as he crosses his arms): You better be joking.

Gordon (smiling, a playful glint in his eye): Yeah, I'm joking. You're fine; I'm not going to arrest him. He doesn't live here, so that takes any suspicion off of him. Plus, Babs told me he changed his suit and is doing better mentally. I'm happy things worked out for you two.

Batman (angry, but beneath it all there's a hint of worry, tapping his foot impatiently): One minute; I have to talk to Oracle.

Batman pressed his communication device, a frown settling on his lips.

Batman: Oracle... Can you stop fucking telling your dad stuff!

Oracle (her voice calm and slightly exasperated, as if used to their banter): He's my dad; I trust him, dude. Get over it.

Batman (sighing, rubbing his temples as he glances at the ground): Yep, yep, yep, freaking yep. Even though I'm glad you’ll be keeping this secret—as you do with many aspects of my life at this point—I will donate something to that commissioner's police ball or whatever, and I can offer some protection if you want.

Gordon (smiling, his expression softening as he considers the offer): Thanks, buddy. It's a slow night tonight, do you want to grab something to eat or some coffee and then do your usual patrol?

Batman (exhausted, a small smile creeping in as he nods): I would like that. I am so freaking tired at this point. I'm getting too old for all of this.

Gordon (chuckling, nodding in agreement as he gestures toward the staircase): Yep, been there.

The two share a moment of camaraderie, gazing out over the city before Batman turns toward the staircase, a weary but grateful expression on his face.

Batman (with a feigned dramatic flair, lightening the mood): Lead the way, Commissioner.

Gordon shakes his head, laughing as they begin to walk down into the city together, ready for whatever the night might bring.

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whatifitookalilnap · 26 days ago

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Die With A Smile

Chapter 1: I Could Be A Good Avatar, If I Could Get Out Of This Place

(Pairing: Korra x Asami)

(EQUALIST ASAMI AU IS FINALLY HERE!!!! I combined this with a slightly revamped version of my corrupt White Lotus concept. Also just me in general doing a whole ass LOK rewrite because why not? Asami and Korra’s antics WILL be ridiculous up in here. Prepare yourselves for a LONG fic. Feedback and comments are always welcome! The ao3 link is posted right before this!)

“Oh yeah! Hit him where it hurts, Korra!” Delak yelled as Korra managed to bend fire right at her opponent’s chest with her fist.

“FLAY THAT SUCKER! ARE YOU OLD CRONES SEEING THIS?!?! THAT’S MY GIRL KICKING ASS OUT THERE!” Kyuka hollered.

Korra bit back a laugh as Rakin scolded them for her best friends’ vulgar cheering tactics. She was very quickly snapped back to reality when her opponent threw fire at her face. Thankfully, Korra managed to dodge in the flames in the nick of time. Better actually pay attention to the fight now.

In her defense, the fight is basically over. Her opponent was breathing heavily, there was a slight shaking in his legs, and his movements were much more erratic and much less precise. After one well timed kick, Korra had won the battle.

"Haha! Yes! Finally!" Korra excitedly cheered.

Then she took a quick glance at the unamused faces of the White Lotus members and quickly straightened out.

"I mean, thank you all for believing in me," Korra said respectfully while bowing.

Kyuka dragged Delak by the arm and rushed down from the bleachers to meet Korra. Almost immediately crushed in a bear hug by her two best friends.

Also, her only friends, but the point still stands.

"Don't get ahead of yourself Korra. We haven't decided if you've actually completed your firebending training yet," Rakin warned her.

Korra took in a deep breath in an attempt to not totally flip her lid. These old crones have been putting off her completion of firebending for weeks. Every time they claim something will be the final test, they say something along the lines of 'oh, just kidding, you will be training even longer'! It's driving her insane! Just let her airbend already, damn it!

"You can't be serious, you've been saying that for ages! I mean how much is enough-" Kyuka glared before Delak nudged her harshly.

While Korra did appreciate Kyuka riding for her so passionately, it really wouldn't do much to help her case.

"Look, the reality of it is that Korra may be excelling in the physical aspects of being the Avatar, but she's completely ignored the spiritual side," Rakin glared.

"Well, yes, airbending is when I learn about spirituality. When I start my airbending training, I will actually have the opportunity to get into the whole spirit situation," Korra deadpanned.

There's no way she had to actually spell it out for these old guys. Sometimes it seems like they purposefully drag out her training. Ugh, but that doesn't even make any sense. They'd have no purpose for doing that.

She just needs to remind herself that this is what Avatar Aang wanted. Who knows more about being the Avatar than the one right before her?

"Korra's ready. If anyone can teach her about the spirits, it's Tenzin," Katara smiled.

The four White Lotus members did not seem to appreciate that statement. If Korra wasn't a super composed and mature adult, she would be jumping with joy right now.

Okay, fine, she's bouncing on the balls of her feet just a little.

"Maybe we should discuss this further," Rakin started before thankfully getting cut off by Katara.

"There's no need. Kyuka does have a point, you've been holding out on the poor girl for weeks. Korra's completed every task you've thrown at her with grace and precision. She's earned her title of firebending master," Katara nodded.

Korra smiled excitedly at her mentor's words. No one can argue with Katara.

"Well, I suppose that's that. We will collaborate with Master Tenzin in order to begin her airbending training," Tala relented.

Did any of the White Lotus members look particularly happy about Katara's verdict? No. Did Korra have the decency to care now that she's finally a firebending master? Also no.

"Yes! Finally! Oh, we have got to celebrate! Dinner's on me tonight!" Kyuka exclaimed while linking arms with Korra and Delak.

"You know the rules," Rakin told the trio with narrowed eyes.

"Yes, Korra will be back before sundown. I can assure you no harm will fall upon the Avatar while she's with us," Delak sighed.

"Kids these days," Rakin sighed as his way of letting them go.

Before Kyuka could yank Korra away, the Avatar rushed up to lightly hug Katara. The older woman laughed before hugging back.

"No need to thank me. Go have fun with your friends," Katara grinned once Korra pulled away.

Korra beamed at her waterbending master before hurrying over to where Kyuka and Delak stood. They'd need to get out of here as fast as possible if she wants to make the most of this day. After all, the Avatar has a curfew.

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Korra is so past curfew right now. She blames her stupid friends.

Thankfully, by the time the Avatar returned to the compound, the White Lotus weren't waiting for her like the stalkers they are. Instead, the man in charge of opening and closing the gate merely gave her a scolding look before letting her back inside.

Once the Avatar awkwardly started shuffling back into the compound, she heard several voices speak in the conference room and none of them sounded pleased. When she glanced into the window, she saw the White Lotus speaking to Tenzin and some woman Korra's never met before.

Now Korra's mind is racing a mile a minute. How in spirit's name did Tenzin get here so quickly? And why was he by himself? He usually brought his wife and kids when he visits the Southern Water Tribe. Did he know that Korra's training would soon come to an end? Is it a mere coincidence? Just what is going on here?

Well, Korra should probably just quietly get to her room, she was sure she would have been called if she was needed.

"-and that is why we seriously need the Avatar's help," the unknown woman stated.

Korra's jaw dropped at the admission. She thought about what to do next for a moment before simply deciding the best course of action was to eavesdrop. Hey, she's not a perfect person.

"I appreciate the, complexities, of your situation, but I must decline your request of bringing out the Avatar," Rakin firmly stated.

Both Tenzin and the unknown woman seemed shocked by the response. The unknown woman grit her teeth and curled her hand into a fist. In her defense, the way she looks is exactly how Korra feels whenever she has to talk to Rakin.

"I am the chief of police in Republic City. I was raised by Toph Beifong. If you could not tell by those two facts alone, I am not a woman who is willing to ask for help. But my city needs their Avatar," the Beifong woman insisted.

"Please, Rakin, the situation is only getting worse by the day. Besides, Korra needs to go to Republic City to learn airbending anyways," Tenzin added.

"Korra should not be dealing with such a major crisis until she is a fully realized Avatar. You need to find another way to solve this issue," Rakin trold them.

"My father was twelve years old when he ended the Hundred Year War, surely Korra-," Tenzin began.

The airbending master was very quickly cut off by Rakin slamming his fist down on the table. It surprised Korra greatly. In all her years of knowing him, he never once broke his cool exterior.

"No, the Avatar must stay here. Her airbending training will be postponed until this little incident is taken care of," Rakin spat.

"Lin, we did what we could, but their decision is final," Tenzin told the scowling woman.

Despite Tenzin admitting defeat, even he didn't seem to love Rakin's decision. He looked irritated, but he's significantly more composed than the chief.

"I don't really see the point in having an Avatar if she can't actually leave her home!" the woman Korra could now identify as Lin huffed.

"Korra's just barely turned eighteen, give her some time. I can assure you-" Rakin began, but Lin was already leaving.

Korra yelped and immediately started running, knowing she'd certainly get caught if someone walked through those doors. Korra did not slow down until she was safely tucked away in her room.

The Avatar's brain was going a mile a minute. There are dozens of questions going through her mind, but only two seemed to really matter. What is going on in Republic City? And why exactly is Rakin so against Korra doing her literal job by helping them?

Something told Korra she wouldn't get any answers from Rakin. Tenzin and Lin didn't seem to be in the mood to talk either. There's only one person Korra can think of that would be able to help her in these trying Avatar times.

After very quickly escaping the White Lotus compound, Korra used her waterbending to get to Katara's door home at lightning speed. The Avatar didn't even need to knock before her waterbending master opened the door.

"I was wondering when you would make your great escape," Katara grinned.

"Katara, I need some serious old lady wisdom right now," Korra admitted.

"I'll make tea. Talk to me," Katara told her.

Once Korra explained to Katara the whole situation, the older woman looked troubled. That is not a good sign. When she mentioned the Lin Beifong woman, Katara's jaw dropped.

"I'm sorry, did you just say that Lin Beifong came to the Southern Water Tribe to ask for the Avatar's assistance?" Katara asked.

"Yes, that's correct," Korra confirmed.

"Oh, you need to leave immediately," Katara confirmed.

"Is it really that bad?" Korra grimaced.

"If Lin 'I'll stitch my own stab wound with no healer' Beifong is asking for help, then she really needs help," Katara nodded.

Korra's entire body slumped in pure relief at Katara's approval. This woman is her idol. Korra wants to make her proud so badly the pressure of it all almost consumes her.

"I'm glad I at least have you on my side. I want to be the kind of Avatar people want to come to for help. I want to make sure the era of peace Aang brought to this world stays intact," Korra insisted.

Katara gave Korra a soft smile. She took Korra's hands into her own and squeezed them tight.

"Aang's era is over. My brother and many of my friends are gone. It's time for you and your generation to take on maintaining balance in this crazy world. There is no doubt in my mind that you will be an excellent Avatar, Korra," Katara smiled.

The younger woman quickly drew her into a hug, partly to hide her tears. She's really doing this. Korra is really going to go to Republic City.

...wait a damn minute.

"Katara, super quick question for you. How does one, ehem, get to Republic City at such an hour?"

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Once Korra called Delak and Kyuka from Katara's house to explain the situation, she decided she had to stop at her parents place in person before she left. Though they were reluctant to let her go, their worries eased significantly when they learned Katara signed off on it.

"Really? You're going to let me go? Just like that?" Korra asked hopefully.

"We always knew you'd have to go to Republic City eventually. We also knew that it would be a good chance we couldn't come with you," Senna told her.

"Not only are you the Avatar, but you're also an adult. I'm glad that you're taking charge of your own life," her father kindly stated.

At once, Korra swelled up with emotion. For the first time in her life, she was going to go off and learn to bend a new element without her parents by her side.

The Avatar quickly squeezed her parents into a tight hug. She felt two pairs of arms wrap around her. She stood there to simply bask in the presence of her parents for a moment. Oh, she is going to miss them terribly.

"Uh, before I forget, could I, oh gee I don't know, have some money?" Korra asked hopefully.

Tonraq sighed a very tired, fatherly sigh. He then looked rather dramatically off into the distance.

"The day I've been dreading for the past eighteen years has finally come. My daughter is going to run my wallet dry. How I mourn you, gold coins," Tonraq said, feigning sadness.

"Oh for spirits sake, you'll be fine old man. Give me a moment Korra, I'll get you some money," Senna told her. Korra's mother then quickly left the room to find the satchel with the coins.

"I don't know why you're looking so sad, Pops, no one has ever once said that having a daughter is cheap," Korra smirked.

"Let a man grieve in peace, Korra," Tonraq immediately countered.

Korra's eyes rolled so far back into her head that she's pretty sure she could see her own brain. Senna then walked back into the room with a full coin purse. The Avatar made her final goodbyes with her parents and then she was ushering Naga to start running at the speed of light.

From what Katara said, Beifong tends to travel by boat and there should only be one docked right now. Korra is hoping and praying that the chief is still there. It'd really suck if her sudden rebellion was all for nothing.

The spirits must be on her side because Korra saw the chief's silhouette walking up to the boat.

"Hey! Chief Beifong! Wait up!" Korra yelled.

The chief paused and turned around with a raised eyebrow. Yikes, this woman is incredibly intimidating.

"So sorry to bother you, it's just that I'm the Avatar and word on the street is that you need my help," Korra said.

The chief looked Korra up and down, then crossed her arms. She did not seem amused.

"Given the fact that I literally just spoke to the White Lotus and they told me they wouldn't be sending the Avatar out, I find your claim a little hard to believe," the woman scowled.

Ah, that explains the odd look she gave Korra. Well, this is an easily solvable situation.

Korra waterbent a sphere right above her left hand. Then, she tilted her head back and breathed fire from her mouth.

Lin Beifong's eyes widened a bit and her lips ever so slightly parted in shock. Korra assumes this is the most extreme emotion she'll get from this woman.

"I can assure you I'm no fake," Korra smiled.

"How on Earth did you manage to get out here then? The White Lotus seemed very set on not letting you off your leash," Beifong asked once she recovered from the unexpected surprise.

"Yeah, I actually talked to them! They, uh, had a change of heart," Korra ever so slightly lied.

Lin narrowed her eyes at Korra's words. If she found Korra's words to be suspicious, she ultimately didn't comment.

"In that case, let's get a move on. If we don't get on that boat right now, we don't leave the Southern Water Tribe," Lin said.

Korra nodded and quickly followed behind Lin to board the boat. They were quickly ushered onto the ship and shown to the room they'd be staying.

"So, what is the situation with Republic City that needs an Avatar's help?" Korra decided to ask once they got settled.

"I'll give you a more detailed run down when we get to the station. It's easier to absorb certain information with all the documents right in front of you. The condensed version of the issue is that there's an up and coming movement for nonbenders. They call themselves Equalists. They're a bunch of nonbenders that are pissed off over being treated unfairly in comparison to benders," Lin explained.

"I mean, that doesn't sound so bad. If there's really an issue of nonbenders getting the short end of the stick, shouldn't it get addressed?" Korra questioned.

"The issue isn't so much the Equalist cause itself, more of who's the face of it. His name's Amon and he's an extremist psychopath. Unfortunately, the desperation of nonbenders is so bad that they don't particularly care about how Amon goes about spreading equality, they just want results," Lin told her.

"So he's making benders out to be the enemy?" Korra guessed.

"Correct. He's twisting a movement that could be used to inspire actual change and is instead making it a hate campaign against benders. It's been getting rapidly worse these past few months," Lin confirmed.

Korra cringed at the concept of benders and nonbenders turning on each other. Kind of makes her wonder who would even win. Sure, benders had some pretty crazy power since they manipulate an element, but there's much more nonbenders out in the world. Plus, with all the new machines in this day and age, Korra imagines it'd be a pretty fair fight.

Seriously, why is she even thinking about this? The whole point of her presence is to stop the Equalist issue from getting to that point.

"Well, this is certainly one way to start off my thrilling Avatar career," Korra sighed.

Okay, nonbenders are naturally upset that they are treated lesser than in comparison to benders. Nonbenders follow Amon despite his radical views because he actually causes change. Korra needs to step in and find a middle ground so that everyone goes home happy.

Now how the fuck is she gonna do that?

"Out of morbid curiosity, how did you manage to convince the White Lotus to let you run off to Republic City? I've spent months trying to convince them to get you there," Beifong inquired, effectively snapping the Avatar out of her thoughts.

Korra kind of forgot about the fact that she's basically a runaway right now. Oopsie daisy.

"So, uh, you're going to laugh when I tell you this," Korra nervously started.

"Oh, what the flameo did you do?" Beifong glared.

Spirits, this woman is terrifying when she glares.

"So the White Lotus don't actually, how do you say, know that I left," Korra weakly told her.

Lin stared at Korra for five seconds straight. Then, she took in a deep breath.

"Are you telling me that I just, for all intents and purposes, kidnapped the fucking Avatar?" Lin eerily asked her.

"No I am not! I turned eighteen last week, so I'm an adult leaving a place on my own volition! Plus, it's not like they're going to think I just vanished! I told my parents and Katara I was leaving! They'll be the ones to let the White Lotus know what's going on tomorrow," Korra frantically told her.

Chief Beifong took in a deep breath while she rubbed her eyes. She seemed to be thinking for a moment before she let out a long, drawn out sigh.

“You know what? I don’t think I care about those old hags anymore. Your parents will deal with the aftermath. No one would bother going against Katara's judgment. The White Lotus completely fell apart when Iroh died anyways,” Lin huffed.

Korra pursed her lips at the comment but ignored it. The White Lotus has been getting a lot of jabs lately. Sure, they're stuck up jerks and sometimes their methods make absolutely zero sense, but that doesn't make them terrible people or anything.

"Wait, do you happen to know where I'll be staying when we actually get there? I kind of forgot about sleeping arrangements. I was in a bit of a rush to meet you," Korra said in an attempt to change the subject.

Also, she really does need a place to stay.

"You'll be bunking with Tenzin and his family. You need to stay there to learn airbending anyways, it was always the plan from what I've heard," Lin stated.

"I figured as much. Never hurts to check," Korra said.

Once those words left her mouth, Naga decided this was the perfect time for the all powerful Avatar to become a chair. Naga proceeded to lay her entire body on Korra. Helpless to stop this obvious attack, all Korra could do was accept her fate as she was smothered in fur.

"You alive down there Avatar? I can't have you suffocating until after you've fixed my city's problems," Lin said.

For the first time since Korra's seen her, the chief of police actually sounds amused. So suffering is what makes Lin Beifong have a light laugh.

Honestly? It checks out.

"Yeah, I'm good. It would appear Naga thinks she's still a puppy," Korra managed to get out.

"Get comfortable inhaling all that polar bear dog fur, it'll be a while before we get to Republic City," Lin said in such a way that it was obvious she's smirking right now.

Naga must be encouraged by Lin's words because she put even more of her weight on Korra. That's just perfect. It looks like Korra's first time in Republic City she'd be sporting a couple of cracked ribs.

No one ever said being the Avatar would be easy.

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Korra may have once been Avatar Aang about eighteen years ago, but she does not have her previous life's patience. She was practically jumping off the walls by the time they docked at Republic City at midday.

"It's about damn time. If you asked my one more question about Republic City, I was going to throw you overboard," Beifong scowled.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize it was a crime to be curious about my home for the foreseeable future," Korra pouted.

"I should make it one. Tenzin's going to be in a council meeting that'll last pretty much all day. I'll call him when he gets out. I've got to make up for the time I missed at work so I'll be unreachable for at least the next couple days. Feel free to roam the city. Be back here at sundown, Tenzin should be here by then. Don't do stupid shit. I swear if you get into trouble," Beifong warned.

"What? Trouble? Me? I'm the pinnacle of good behavior," Korra indignantly stated.

"Somehow I don't buy it. We'll discuss the Equalist issue at a later time, I need to get back to the station. Again, do not do anything stupid," Lin sternly told her while walking away.

"Pinnacle of good behavior! That's what I am!" Korra yelled after.

Either Beifong didn't hear the Avatar or she simply did not care. It doesn't really matter because now, Korra is standing alone in front of a major city she's never been to.

Well, Korra has approximately four hours until she has to be back at the port. While she contemplated what to do, her stomach decided to give her an answer by loudly growling. She's pretty confident in the fact Naga is probably hungry now too. Okay, food it is.

As began her journey through this gigantic city, Korra's eyes were like crazy to see as much as possible. All the buildings she could see were miles tall. Cars were streaming right past her, people were bustling around trying to get to their destination, and there was some type of loud sound coming from every which way.

To put it bluntly, Republic City is a tad overwhelming.

As Korra continued her very scenic view of the city, a loud feminine voice caught her attention. She glanced over her shoulder to look at the source of the volume only to see a swarm of people crowding a girl on a stage. The megaphone the girl held accounted for the shockingly loud voice. It would appear the Avatar accidentally walked right into one of those Equalist rallies the chief talked about. Korra considered her options for a moment before deciding to get in closer. She may as well scope the scenery out.

Besides, as an Avatar, it would be in her best interest to understand both sides of the issue. She has a pretty solid idea what the benders think of the whole Equalist movement, so maybe this speaker will give Korra some perspective on the nonbender side. Despite the hunger ever brewing in Korra's stomach, she walked to the rally.

The closer Korra got to the Equalist rally, the prettier the speaker on stage began to look. Once the Korra made it to the edge of the Equalist gathering, she decided this speaker might just be the most beautiful woman she's ever seen.

She had long, flowing black hair that went right down to her waist. Her hair was secured in a top knot above her head as an ode to her Fire Nation heritage. The gold band and pin in her hair looked very elegant on her. Her purple eyeshadow made her bright green eyes stand out in the most wonderful way possible. Even her voice is soothing to listen to, even if it's amped up the megaphone.

Due to the fact that Korra is a very disastrous bisexual, she had a hard time focusing on the speaker's words due to how gorgeous she is. Because of course the first person Korra acknowledges as super attractive in this city happens to be an Equalist. Ugh, whatever, it's not like Korra ever needs to do more than listen to her.

Thankfully, Korra started to really pay attention to the woman's words and can honestly see where the Equalist movement is coming from. The Avatar honestly wanted to hear more, but Naga began nudging her shoulder. Her poor girl was probably starving.

Naturally, Naga ended up attracting a bit of attention as a polar bear dog in a place where they are not typically seen. A few people were glancing over their shoulder and began wearily eyeing Korra's massive companion. The Equalist speaker just so happened to be one of the people that became interested in Naga's appearance.

Yikes, it is so time for Korra to get up out of here. She ended up making eye contact with the speaker. Korra, unsure of what to do, simply smiled at the woman before guiding Naga away from the rally. This dog needed to eat, and fast.

Korra made it down to the end of the block before she realized she did not, in fact, know where she was going. It probably would've been smart to ask Beifong for a map. Or at least ask for the directions to get one. Oh boy.

"You alright? You look a little bit lost," a very pretty voice asked her.

Korra turned to see the woman who was talking to her was the speaker at the Equalist rally. This is certainly an unexpected development. Deciding to ignore the fact that this girl is even more stunning up close, Korra told her the truth.

"It's my first time in the city and I have zero clue where I'm going. I can't even find a map," the Avatar unfortunately admitted.

Equalist girl laughed at her very honest response, and Korra felt a little bit proud she got this girl to laugh. Only a little bit though. She has to maintain a small amount of self respect, after all.

"Oh, you poor thing. It's not easy to navigate this city by yourself, especially without any prior knowledge. Where are you trying to go? I was born and raised here, I'm sure I could help," the woman smiled.

It's genuinely embarrassing how Korra's stomach flipped at the 'poor thing' comment. Yeah, she needs to get her shit together if she has any hope of being a competent Avatar.

"I just need to find a decent place to eat. Preferably a place with a lot of raw meat. My polar bear dog has a big appetite," Korra explained.

"What a coincidence, I was on my way to get lunch too! There's a bunch of little vendors with the best food down the street. You can just follow my lead if you like," the woman offered.

This is genuinely incredibly convenient. Maybe the spirits are on Korra's side today.

"Thank you, I really appreciate the help," Korra sighed in relief.

"No problem. My name's Asami. And what is the name of the girl I'm dragging around Republic City?" the taller woman asked.

Damn it, her name is as pretty as she is.

"It's nice to meet you. I'm Korra. And this polar bear dog who I swear is friendly, is Naga. I understand the teeth can be a bit intimidating, but she's a total sweetheart," the Avatar replied.

"Naga is pretty cute. Just like her owner," Asami casually stated.

What. Like. What. Who. How. What.

"So, uh, what kind of food do these vendors serve?" Korra asked in what she hoped was a normal way.

Maybe Korra just imagined the compliment. Yeah, that's probably it. She's hungry, auditory hallucinations are perfectly plausible. Right?

"Oh they've got pretty much everything down there. My personal favorite are these dumplings specifically from one of the Earth Kingdom vendors. I swear they're magic," Asami told her.

"Dumplings do sound pretty good right about now," Korra noted.

Thankfully for her, she did not need to wait much longer. Her nose was hit with some of the most delightful smells she has ever experienced. Asami must have sensed her very strong desire to eat because she led Korra directly to the vendor with the most amazing looking dumplings on this planet.

"Miss Sato! Back for me I see!" the man cheerily exclaimed upon seeing Asami.

"Of course, your food is simply too delicious. We'll take two of the number five, please," Asami smiled.

"Coming right up!" the man happily agreed.

In a split second, there was two bowls of dumplings right in front of them. It only processed in Korra's mind that Asami was paying for her food when she handed one of her bowls to Korra. Oh spirits, did she think Korra is like, broke and homeless or something? That would be so embarrassing.

"Oh, I can pay, I have money on me," the Avatar insisted.

"Don't worry about it, it's my treat. Think of it as a welcome to Republic City," the very pretty woman smiled.

"That's very generous of you, thank you," Korra said.

"Of course. What does Naga eat? I'm sure she's jealous we've already got lunch," Asami asked.

Korra, who is currently very flustered, practically jumped at the chance to keep moving to distract herself. Asami paid yet again for Naga's meal even when Korra fully pulled out her coins, so that was another nice gesture. The two girls, three if you count Naga, sat down on a bench near the vendors and dug in.

"Sweet spirits you were not kidding about these dumplings. I think my life has been changed forever," Korra muttered in awe after just one bite.

"I told you I know what I'm talking about. Say, while I've got you here, what did you think of the rally I put on? I like getting opinions from the crowd. Strike a chord? Make you feel all hyped up? I'm also more than open to constructive criticism," Asami questioned.

Now this is something Korra was unsure of how to answer. Given that she doesn't know a lot about the Equalist issue yet, she would like more information before she can give any form of criticism, that's for sure. It's best to keep it broad for now.

"I didn't get to listen to much of it, but from what little I gathered it seemed to go really well. You're an eloquent public speaker and you certainly looked like you knew what you were talking about. Although, I don’t think I qualify as your target audience," Korra admitted.

The woman's brows furrowed in confusion for a moment before a certain realization came across her face.

"Would it happen to be because you're a bender?" Asami with a small grin.

Given the fact that she's not detecting any major hostility from the woman in front of her, Korra sheepishly nodded her head yes.

"I realize my opinions are rather controversial, but I believe the Equalist message is for everyone. We need benders to realize that it is unfair nonbenders get treated the way we do, especially since so many benders are in positions of power that can actually make change," Asami explained.

"That is a very good point," Korra agreed.

Well, it looks like this particular Equalist doesn't align with the extremist agenda, which is something.

"Would it be correct of me to assume you're a waterbender?" Asami asked.

That feels like a bit of an abrupt change in topic, but alright then. Even though this girl is perfectly receptive to the fact that Korra's a bender, she's not eager to find out about Asami's reaction to learning Korra's the Avatar.

"Yeah, I'm a waterbender," is all Korra decides to say.

"Makes sense. Your eyes are the most beautiful shade of blue I've ever seen. They remind me of the lake near my house," Asami smiled.

Korra's cheeks immediately burned at the compliment. The Avatar is not used to...whatever in spirits name is going on right now. In Korra's defense, the White Lotus did not prepare her for this kind of situation.

"Thank you. You have very pretty eyes too," Korra said before hastily taking another bite of her dumpling.

She is way too bisexual for this shit. Korra just needs to calm the fuck down. This Asami chick probably just has a bit of a flirty personality. It's not uncommon for girls to be naturally kind like this.

"You're very sweet, just like that smile of yours. It's infectious really. Your smile is so pretty I couldn't help but smile back up on stage," Asami giggled while resting her chin on her right hand.

This is fine. Asami is just a very nice girl. This is fine. Korra is going to ignore how red her face definitely is right now. This is fine.

"Hmm, you don't say? So what other food places do you recommend? Clearly I can trust your tastes," Korra said in an awkward attempt to change the topic.

Thankfully for her, Asami seemed to let it happen.

"I know a really nice restaurant a few blocks north of here. A bunch of Water Tribe cuisine there that I'm sure you and Naga would love," Asami told her.

Just when Korra was about to ask the name of said restaurant, she heard a pained cry that sounded awfully human. She frowned and stood up to see what the issue was. It was a bit difficult to see with the vendors blocking her sight of the street, but she managed to see who let out that cry.

Some poor older man looked absolutely terrified of the three other men surrounding him. It could very well be nothing, but that older man looks like death is knocking on his door. It's best to swing by to be safe.

"Hey, I've got to head out, places to go, people to see, all that. It was nice meeting you!" Korra said over her shoulder.

Beckoning Naga forward, Korra lightly jogged over to the block where the poor old man is. The situation did not look any better up close.

"Ah, Mr. Chen! My good man. Tell me, do you have this month's rent? I hope the answer's yes! If not, then I may be unable to protect this fine establishment," one of the three men said with feigned kindness.

A rather scary looking man with a scar on his face used firebending to light up his palm. Sweet spirits, they wanted to burn that man's place to the ground.

"Please, business has been slow, I do not have any money right now," Mr. Chen begged.

Korra paused for a moment, unsure of how to approach the situation. She could fight the guys and claim it to be self defense. But then again, Lin did say not to get into trouble. Something tells Korra that the literal chief of police is not someone to cross. Maybe she can help in a more discreet way other than an outright brawl.

The Avatar looked around to see if anyone was watching before she used her earthbending to encase those three jackasses in earth. The earth's encasements went up to their chin so they can't bend anymore. Suckers.

Mr. Chen, knowing a good thing when he sees it, hightails out of there with his merchandise still intact.

The three men were yelling and screaming about how someone was going to pay for this, blah blah blah. They couldn't even see Korra was the one who did it, the damn morons.

The Avatar then went into the nearest shop and in the most polite voice, said the words, "do you mind if I use your phone? I need to call the police."

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Korra is beat. After she made sure those trio of jerks got taken away in cuffs, she simply roamed around the city until the sun began to set. Now she's just sitting on the docs and is considering the day's events.

Republic City is...well...a lot. That is to be expected, of course, but it's certainly different experiencing the city firsthand than just anticipating how it really is. Equalist rallies, overly kind women, run in with a bunch of stupid benders that though they were above the law, all around a pretty exciting day.

Korra's contemplations were cut short when she saw Tenzin and his kids approach them. She hastily stood up in order to greet them. Yikes, he did not look happy. The kids, on the other hand, seemed utterly ecstatic to see her. Hopefully Korra can work with that.

"KORRA!" the three airbending kids exclaimed as they launched themselves onto her.

Jinora was clinging to her back, Ikki was placed comfortably on her left side while Meelo was on her right. Man, she missed these kids.

"Korra I learned this super cool new airbending trick! Check it out!" Meelo exclaimed.

"It's been forever since we've seen you! Are you really going to live with us? Are you finally going to learn airbending? How will you-," Ikki rambled.

It was never boring with Ikki and Meelo around, that's for sure.

"Please tell me you're staying, these people are driving me insane!" Jinora hopelessly whispered into her air.

Korra laughed at Jinora's desperation. The Avatar can see how it might be a tad exhausting being constantly surrounded by two people much younger than you as your only form of social life.

"So are we going to talk about why you, the Avatar, decided to frolic to Republic City without telling the White Lotus? You know, the people that my father decided would take on the responsibility of your care?" Tenzin glared.

At once, the three children released their grip on Korra and floated right back on the ground. They knew that Korra is in some serious trouble. A small, weak part of her wanted to purposefully hide behind Tenzin's kids in hopes their father will loosen up.

"Do I acknowledge the fact that maybe running away from home was not the best plan of action? Yes, yes I do. But I would like to remind you that Avatar Aang ran away from home and what do you know! He stopped the Hundred Year War! Yay running away from home!" Korra cheered.

"Must you bring my father into this?" Tenzin sighed.

"If that's what it takes to convince you to let me stay, then yes," Korra nodded.

"The White Lotus are not pleased," Tenzin warned.

"I can deal with Rakin and his hissy fits. I'm not worried about him. What I am worried about is the state that Republic City is in. I can't just turn my back on people who need me," Korra confidently told him.

Tenzin let out a very long, very tired sigh. Then, he turned around and started walking to his air bison.

"Come along then, Pema should be finished with dinner. The White Lotus will be expecting a call from you before you go to sleep," Tenzin informed her.

Korra's relief of being able to stay was nothing compared to the excitement of Jinora, Ikki, and Meelo. The Avatar simply smiled and nodded as the children kept rambling on about all the fun stuff they can do together while she's on the island. At least some people are happy to see her in Republic City.

Once they got to Air Temple Island, Korra practically inhaled her dinner. Pema knows how to cook, that's for damn sure. Korrra figures that she may as well call Rakin now that she's eaten. No point in prolonging her own torture.

Admittedly, Korra is not listening to Rakin scolding her. She's tired, alright?

"-do not think for one second this action will not have consequences, young lady! You must remember your duty as the Avatar," Rakin snapped.

"I know who I am. I plan to live and die for the Four Nations, just as you've been telling me for years. I may as well have those words etched on my skin with how many times I've said it," Korra huffed with a roll of her eyes.

"You exhaust me," Rakin simply stated.

"Walking fifteen steps exhausts you, old man. On that note, I gotta hit the hay. Later hater!" Korra smiled.

Despite Rakin's yelling over the phone, she still hung up on him. It's really funny making him mad. Now Korra's going to call people that don't give her a migraine. Most of the time.

It only took one ring for Kyuka to answer her call. To Korra's convenience, Delak was already with her. Upon Kyuka's request, Korra told them every detail she could think of about her brief time in Republic City.

"Spirits Korra, that's an insane first day," Delak muttered on the other end of the line.

"You're telling me," Korra sighed as she tugged the phone cord.

"So. The Equalist girl was hot," Kyuka said into the phone.

"Seriously? I have a run in with a trio of bending freaks and you focus on the fact that I chatted with some girl?" Korra scoffed.

"You literally just said she was hot, she kept complimenting you, and she paid for your food. She's totally into you. Besides, this is the definition of a forbidden love story! On opposite sides of the same war, will love prevail?! Stay tuned to find out more!" the waterbender teased.

"Delak, do not let her watch anmore drama plays while I'm gone. She's confusing fantasy with reality," Korra snorted.

"Duly noted," Delak chuckled.

"You two are no fun, I swear! Is it so wrong to want Korra to have a thrilling star crossed romance? My life is so boring with just Delak for company, I need to live vicariously through you!" Kyuka whined. Both girls very pointedly ignored Delak's indignant 'hey!'.

"Uka, I love you, I really do, but I beg of you to be realistic. Asami's just a random woman I met and had a small conversation with. I know nothing about her but her name. Believe it or not, Republic City is huge. I genuinely don't think I'm ever going to see her again," Korra scoffed.

"You wanna bet on it?" Kyuka asked with a mischievous tone in her voice.

Korra genuinely had to laugh at her friend's words. Did Kyuka really think that Korra was just going to bump into the same woman twice in a place packed with tens of thousands of people?

"Can I get in on this too? To be so clear, I'm on Korra's side," Delak chimed in.

That was in his best interest. Korra can not remember the last time Kyuka has won one of their friendly wagers.

"Deal. Okay, mom's birthday is in six months, so I'll definitely be coming back home for that. Delak and I bet you ten gold pieces each that I won't see the Equalist girl again until at least after I visit on my mom's birthday," Korra boldly declared.

"Oh you are so on!" Kyuka laughed.

The Avatar went to bed that night under the assumption that she would be ten gold coins richer in six months. If only Korra knew just how fast she would lose that bet. If only Korra knew.

#avatar the last airbender #incorrect legend of korra quotes #korra x asami #korrasami #legend of korra #lok korra #lok asami #asami x korra #avatar korra #asami sato #korrasami fanfiction #equalist asami

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starryficsfinishwen · 10 months ago

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“If I don't finish this paperwork right now, I will yeet myself off of Babylonia.”

“Hell yeah! And I'm going with ya!”

You believed there were only two braincells left in the beefy, red-haired man's head. But right now, they were fighting for third place, alongside your own overworked ones.

“Noctis,” You giggled, placing your pen and crumpled paper on the table, “I wholeheartedly appreciate the support. But I'd rather you stay so you can at least inform Celica about my whereabouts.”

“No,” Noctis hummed, “I can't do that. I can tag along so that you wouldn't be alone drifting in space.”

Sitting across you, meaty arms crossed, Noctis waited patiently. Although, you felt guilty, the man who had been staying with you for several hours. You had him shooed away earlier, yet, as hard as the chest plate he has, he still came back. Noctis' stubbornness was a charm that made you feel for him in the first place. At the same time, it was also his Achilles' heel. But that's another story for today.

“You know,” you cleared your throat, “You don't always have to stay here...”

“Commandant, here you go again,” Sighing with a pout on his scarred face, Noctis groaned, “I said I'm perfectly fine being here. Don't worry!”

“I'm worried that you'd get bored.”

“No problemo,” he shrugged, grinning, “Cerberus is free from any maintenance or missions.”

The idea of Vera and her angry tone that reminded of a mother, looking for the man who was the embodiment of chaos, made you reel back. You leaned to the table, hand supporting your chin, “I suppose that's the case. But what if Vera comes? Won't you be scared?”

“Of who? Vera? Hah! As if,” Noctis started laughing (at this point, your heart skipped a beat, tummy bursting with little butterflies fluttering), “It's fine. Really. She won't be looking for me.”

“Besides,” he quickly added, “What if you do jump out of Babylonia. You'd end up wandering in space alone!”

Sometimes, you wonder if you should tone down your humor. Yet, you still indulged in his fantasies.

“Ah,” you feigned a gasp, “What if I dive into the Earth like a meteor and fall?”

“I'd follow you, then!”

“But we'll be broke there!”

“Like you said, we can always go back to the bar,” Noctis' eyes started shimmering, “or-or, we can be travelling merchants! Exchange all the broken parts of a corrupted so we can get some money!”

Ah, stupid, yet ambitious dreams. It made you question if Noctis' braincells were still intact, or simply, they were busy doing something else.

“I mean,” quickly, Noctis spoke before you could, “They're not bad ideas. But don't you think Babylonia's facilities are better than being in a soaking hot desert?”

And you decided to go with it. “Hmm, true...”

“If the paperworks are your problem, then why don't we yeet that one off of Babylonia instead?”

And face Celica's wrath? Probably not. You contemplated a witty remark, but Noctis went quiet. Looking at him, his maroon eyes were trained to you.

“I may not know a lot of those technicalities,” his voice suddenly goes soft, his eyes a shimmer of an unknown emotion that you've never seen before from him, “but...if there is anything, anything that I can do, let me know.”

Oh? This was new. For a buffy, "violence-is-the-answer" kind of man, this was surprising to you, that your mouth went agape, seemingly unable to let your hand function to pick up the papers on the table. Noticing your reaction, Noctis shook his head, the raucous expression back on his face.

“B-but if it's writing the documents, then, hell no!”

You blinked. And blinked again. And an intrusive thought came to you. You raised your hand, so slightly, beckoning him to approach you. He followed, seemingly like a puppy. Once he was beside you, you turned to him and stood up. Although your height was at a disadvantage (you barely reached his broad shoulders), you stared so deeply into his maroon eyes. The distance, in which you've noticed was closer now— the heat bouncing off of each other, him looking down to meet you.

“Noctis?” you quietly called out.

“Co...commandant?”

“Will you” you breathed, so softly, “...will you let me touch your titties?”

Silence. And then, you busted out laughing. With a puzzled, yet amused look on his face, you couldn't help but break into another fit of laughter.

“Ah-haha!” you wiped a few tears coming out of your eyes, “S-sorry, Noctis, I was just joking-”

“-Go ahead!”

Another silence. Based on his clueless expression, mixed with joy, you thought this man probably misheard you.

“I- what?”

“You wanted to touch my titties, right?” Beaming, he spoke with a hint of excitement, “Go ahead!”

Suddenly, you weren't so such if your choices in life were right. That, or braincells were in the same grade as Noctis'. After a careful debate with yourself, you reached out anyway, hand now on one of his titties pecs. Squeezing it so gently, you realized an epiphany.

“Commandant, I thought you exercised,” Noctis asked, seemingly unsatisfied with your actions, “squeeze them harder!”

So you do. Squeezing them like a stress ball. Noctis, still unsatisfied, took your free hand and placed it in the other titties pecs. Somehow, you started to squeeze both of them. All the stress from earlier started to melt away— the paperwork, the fatigue, your caffeine addiction— as your braincells decided to merge with Noctis', all fighting for the last place.

“See!” You and Noctis laughed, decided to mush your face into his cushioned chest, “I knew I could help!”

“Thank you,” you were, genuine and true, “I didn't know that this was therapeutic.”

Except you've always wanted to do this for a long time. Seeing the genuine joy on your face, you failed to notice Noctis' expression softening. Although mechanical, his heart skipped faster, and you recognized that.

“...but you know,” he muttered, “living on Earth doesn't seem half bad.”

He thought you didn't know, but you caught him whispering, “...as long as it's with you.”

Fuck work. Living on Earth didn't seem to feel bad, indeed. Temporarily stopping, you tugged him by his dogtag, a soft, quick kiss to the side of his jaw and cheek. A mirrored pink blush on both of your faces.

“I'll hold on to it.”

a.n. - there is actually a planned story for all the husbandos of PGR. I wanted to just find out about Noctis and his story. look where this brainrot got me LMAO I now realize I wanna,,,mash my face onto his titties

p.s. - also new theme for me yeeey

#pgr #punishing gray raven #punishing gray raven imagines #pgr commandant #pgr noctis #this came to me so suddenly #I didn't even blink #hence why I am writing this down #pgr noctis x reader

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blasphemous-lies-and-deceit · 7 months ago

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One silently(non verbally) taking care of the other, who is probably sick? GerryMichael? Please? (If you got the time :3)

Gerry knew it was bad when Gertrude called him directly.

Her voice gave nothing away over the phone, but the fact that she was calling him, and was even shrewder with details than usual, nearly sent him in a panic. Something was wrong, something was terribly wrong with Michael, and he nearly lost his mind during his frantic race the Institute. He charged in to find Gertrude and Elias in the main room of the Archives, but no sign of Michael.

"What happened? Where is he?!" Gerry gasped, hair clinging to his sweaty face and heart pounding painfully hard in his chest. His attention was torn between finding answers and finding Michael, and he didn't know where to start. Elias merely smirked at him, but Gertrude at least made an attempt at an explanation.

"Michael is sequestered in Document Storage right now," she told him. "We're not quite certain what he encountered-" here she sent a withering look towards Elias, and Gerry wondered what the fuck he was even doing there "-but it seems he had a brush with something Corruption-based."

"Fuck," Gerry breathed, a hole opening in his stomach. The Corruption was fucking nasty, and one of the worst to fight off unscathed. And Michael, his Michael, was sick with it. "What can we do?"

"Keep him here, under Watch," Elias suggested authoritatively. "The Crawling Rot does not like to be observed, which may stop its spread, if we're lucky. Mister Shelley's own alignment with the Beholding may do the rest."

Gerry stared at him, not unlike how Gertrude was. He had the feeling, without actually knowing, that she was thinking the exact same thing that he was. Which was what the fuck was Elias doing offering advice like that? Like he actually gave a shit about any of them? He didn't like it, but he couldn't see any other option besides that.

"Fine," Gerry grunted, shedding his jacket. It was cold in the basement, but more of his eyes were exposed without it. He'd take off more once he was in Document Storage, so he could focus as many eyes as he could on Michael, as if that could possibly help. He'd tear his own damn skin off if he thought it would make any difference.

Gertrude stopped him at the door, catching him by the arm and giving him an intense look. "It's dangerous," she warned.

"It's Michael," Gerry shot back. That was all he had to say to make his point. Gertrude nodded and let him go, and Gerry stepped through the doors into Document Storage.

Despite the freezing temperature, Michael was sweating on Gertrude's cot, face flushed and feverish, eyes screwed painfully shut. Gerry could see the point of infection- it was only a papercut on his palm, but the skin around it was shiny and discolored, and his fingers were locked in a painful rictus around it. Internally, Gerry wanted to sob at the sight of him, his heart aching seeing the love of his life in pain and danger. He desperately wanted to crawl onto the cot with him, wrap him in his arms to soothe his pain, but that wasn't the right move. He knew what he had to do.

He shed his long-sleeved shirt, exposing even more of his tattooed eyes. There was a permanent marker in his pocket, and he used it to add even more to his chest and arms, until his upper body was covered in eyes. His scarred skin was difficult to draw on, but that didn't deter him. After some internal debate, Gerry shed his trousers as well, decorating his thighs and shins with still more eyes. Even more carefully he drew them on his cheeks and forehead, the sharp smell of the marker strong in his nose. He didn't let that deter him. He'd put up with it for Michael.

Moving with absolute care and gentleness, Gerry took Michael's infected hand and drew an eye on the back of it, large and obvious. Michael seemed to flinch slightly, the pained look on his face not budging as Gerry added more smaller ones up his arm. He did the same with Michael's other arm, taking a moment to press a kiss to his un-hurt palm, and took off his socks to draw more on his feet. That was the most he felt comfortable doing while Michael was out cold- they may be together, but there was a line he didn't want to cross.

Maybe that was enough. Gerry couldn't feel a difference, but Michael seemed to be breathing easier, his expression less tight and painful. Gerry brushed his damp curls aside and pressed a kiss to his burning forehead, the deep aching worry returning now that he didn't have something to do. It was like torture, not being able to do any more to help Michael, unable to heal him or fight for him. It was all so clear, everything he was so close to losing, all that he cared about about to fall away out of his hands and there was nothing he could do. Michael, his love, the brightest sunshine of his life. He didn't know what he would do without him.

The hours dragged on. Gerry drew eyes onto every cardboard box that surrounded the cot, staring down at Michael's prone body. Gertrude passed food and water through the cracked door of Document Storage, but he couldn't bring himself to eat. The room was absolutely freezing, and so was he, only in his pants, but he had no call to complain when Michael was possibly dying right before his eyes. He kept up his silent vigil over Michael, not looking away from him even for a moment. Finally, Michael stirred, turning onto his side and blinking watery eyes at him. "Gerry?" he rasped.

"Oh, god, Michael," Gerry gasped in relief, falling to his knees next to the cot. He hunched over Michael and pressed their foreheads together, the tears he had been holding back for so long finally leaking out. "Are you okay? How do you feel?"

"Hot. Thirsty." Michael weakly nudged him back, studying the drawn eyes on his face with bleary confusion. "What-?"

"Using the Eye to fight the Corruption," Gerry explained, snatching up a bottle of water that Gertrude had given him earlier. He carefully propped Michael up for him to drink, watching him closely. He still looked sick and feverish, but the normal sort of sick, not the awful illness of the Corruption. "Is it working?"

"My head hurts," Michael complained, rubbing his forehead with his injured hand. "It's...different, but I can't figure out how." His fingers flexed, and he turned his hand to study the back and the eye drawn upon it. He took the water bottle and tipped the last few drops of water onto the marked skin, rubbing at it with his thumb. The ink didn't fade or smear like it should. "Well..."

"Fuck," Gerry breathed. It seemed that his drawn eye was more permanent than intended, more permanent than a permanent marker should be. "Fuck, I'm so sorry." That was all his fault, he'd been trying to help and instead had marked Michael more closer to the Eye than before. That had to be better than rotting away to the Corruption, but not by much. It was still an Entity, awful and monstrous, and he'd been the one to do that to Michael. His heart sunk somewhere to his knees, and he wanted to curl up in a hole and die. How could Michael forgive him for such a thing?

Michael shrugged, obviously too ill to consider the implications. "It's not what I wanted my first tattoo to be, but its not bad," he joked weakly. "You still owe me some lilies." He laid back down, settling his head in Gerry's lap. "You'll stay, right? Keep watch over me?"

"Of course." As if he could go anywhere else. Michael smiled, raising his newly marked hand to stroke Gerry's cheek.

"I think I knew, somehow," he slurred, eyes drifting shut. "In my fever dreams. I knew you were here watching me. And I wasn't afraid. I knew. I knew you'd keep me safe. I knew I'd come back to you."

The tears overflowed again, dripping down into Michael's hand. "I love you," Gerry breathed raggedly, feeling like his heart would break with so much feeling. "I'll always be here for you. I swear it."

Michael blinked his eyes open again, and they glowed slightly in the low light. "I know you will, love," he whispered. "You always will."

#the magnus archives #gerry keay #michael shelley #gerrymichael #doorkeay #if you see any plot here no you don't #I've been wanting to give thr boys matching tattoos for a while #rebelwriting

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the-unknown-void · 26 days ago

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How do I title this without sounding like a freak?

Drone Reproduction Headcanons/theories (NOT-NSFW)

You know when something presents you a fictional species and establishes that said species can reproduce. Immediately your brain starts intrusively pondering "Man I wonder how that works."

I say intrusively because it's not like I WANTED to think about it, but I've got a curious brain and it can end up kind of interesting.

Now what the hell is this about? Murder Drones, yeah, robots.

Warning: My headcanons/theories for this are ENTIRELY SFW but I will add a "keep reading" divider regardless. also this is just so I can ramble, note that none of this is canon and it purely my own ponderings.

Let's get a few things out of the way: THEY DO NOT HAVE GENITALS, AND THEY DO NOT NEED TO DO THE NASTY! While I definitely think humans would totally make robots that do that(because we're freaks), I'm just going to ignore that lmao.

You've probably seen this idea before, and I've heard something about the creator mentioning it but I don't have Twitter so I have don't really know.

I had an idea for this already, but also this post(TW: Implied Miscarriage) by @tomahachi12 gives it more detail. I already had an idea for the parent drones to hook themselves up with a cord, and copy both their code into.. something. But I didn't really think of how the actual baby came to be.

But now thanks to them, I've gotten a full idea.

They get the pill baby/baby drone shell or whatever you wanna call it beforehand. Use a specialized cord to connect each other and the baby drone Start the data transfer to the baby drone and after an hour or several, baby is officially a conscious being that'll slowly grow up!

What does this mean? Gay couples can reproduce just as easily as their hetero counterparts, nothing special required! (Am still pondering if more or less than 2 parents could be possible too)

Those afflicted with the Absolute Solver(Like Uzi, Nori, Doll, and Yeva) will have MUCH more difficulty successfully conceiving due to corrupted data.

So what about Disassembly Drones?

Since disassembly drones used to be worker drones at some point, they would still technically have the necessary code to be able to reproduce.. however, it would be unused, and they would lack port for the specialized cord. As they are mainly cloned, meaning they don't have a need to reproduce themselves. Also they don't have their own baby-forms, they'd have to use a worker drone baby-shell.. How that would effect its appearance growing up, I don't really.. know.

They'd have to be altered slightly in order to actually use that old code for reproduction, but this wouldn't be too difficult, as they mainly just need that port.

Can a Worker Drone and a Disassembly Drone reproduce? (cough cough, N/Uzi, cough cough)

Uhhh.. I'm sorry people but the answer is probably not. umu

While disassembly drones were once worker drones, they still have loads of differences in data that'd scramble the whole process, similar to being afflicted with the Absolute Solver.

And quick note for Uzi specifically: Combined with her situation where she's basically fused with Cyn now.. she's effectively infertile, sorry. That's a LOT wrong going on.

Best case scenario is that the child of a worker drone and disassembly drone would not take on any disassembly drone traits, only being a worker drone.

Conclusion?

Don't let this stop you from making any fan-kids or.. imagining other processes, wink wonk. Ahem- This is purely my own thoughts and ideas based on the show and things I made up in my head.

If you disagree, that's fine. If you like these ideas and want to use them? Go ahead, they definitely aren't original anyways.

Some may be saddened by the fact my headcanons disable Nuzi children- and while I don't personally think Uzi would ever want kids, may I present you an idea: surrogate V. Since she is also a disassembly drone like N, and is unafflicted with the Absolute Solver. Hehe.

Have fun doing whatever you want with this.

#murder drones #headcanons #murder drones headcanon #and the void stared back #rambling #nuzi (mention)#sorry person i tagged. felt like i had to if i mentioned your post

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xx-lemon-drop-xx · 1 year ago

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Hi! Are u okay? I would like to request some hcs for Cater, Idia, Leona, Epel and Vil (separated) with a tomboy girlfriend who is friendly and kind to everyone – big sister vibes –, is especially sweet and affectionate to her boyfriend but can change from water to wine if you push her so far; Similar to the bully hcs, someone says something to her that really pisses her off and she throws her hands at the bully and what would be the boys reactions to this change in behavior.

I'm sorry if that's too specific! Sorry for any grammar mistakes, shout-out from Brazil <3

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Hello! I've been doing just fine, I hope you're doing okay as well! And thank you for the request I hope you'll be back for more!

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Warnings: Female reader, mentions of blood, pinching, slapping, slight insults/Threats (Leona and Idia's), mentions of yelling.

Request: Yes.

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Cater Diamond

One of the many things Cater enjoyed was posting pictures of you on magicam. Eating, laughing, swimming, playing Video-games- it didn't matter. His Gallery was full of you and so was his profile on Magicam.

He didn’t know you could be so rough in a fight. You were always sweet and kind, even to the youngsters at the school. A lot of people looked up to you at NRC because of that. THough it was like skinning an onion when he found out the punches you could pull.

“Girls shouldn't eat as much as you do.” Someone had said, walking up to the table one day. “No one wants a fatty. You should get her under control.”

He was ten seconds away from jumping in and telling this guy off, until a loud Thwap!! Rang out across the lunchroom as you slapped the guy as hard as you could. You turned from milk to fireball in an instant.

And he was impressed.

The fight started in a matter of seconds after that, hair being grabbed, punches thrown, screaming, yelling. A crowd gathered as he attempted to pull you off the student that had a firm grip of your hair.

Blood dripped from your knuckles, and his nose was bent out of place when the fight was over. You had broken the kid's nose.

Cater gushed over you later while bandaging your raw knuckles. “That totally would’ve gone viral on Magicam! Where did you learn moves like that?”

Of course, you did get into trouble, as did the kid that picked on you, but everyone learned a valuable lesson that day.

Milk can sour very quickly.

Idia Shroud

What he doesn't have in guts you have in fists.

That was something he learned quickly in the relationship. You may be sweet and kind but you also had a side burning deeper than hell's fire in your heart. You were very quick to tell off people that picked at your boyfriend.

Likewise he also enjoyed how much you cared for Ortho as if he was already a little sibling. It was like being a natural born leader and guide was in your blood.

He didn’t know the extent of how far you would go in standing up for him until someone made a rude comment about him.

“Don’t talk to my boyfriend like that.” Quickly went to, “I’ll pop your fucking ballsack.” Very quickly.

He didn’t try to separate you from the fight as your fist collided with the guy's jaw, he only held Ortho back slightly in a state of shock as he watched the brawl. Idia gave a witty comment towards the student when they fled the scene with an already bruising jaw.

You had almost ran after the guy, but held yourself back and instead asked the two siblings if they were okay.

Ortho said he was going to scan your body for injuries, Idia was lowkey blushing. Congratulations you fried his brain.

His pride grew higher that day. He also asked you for pointers and was more so clingy with you for the next few weeks following the event of the fight.

He may have also hacked the school system and corrupted the video of you kicking the dude's ass so you wouldn’t get in trouble. Idia makes sure to go out of his way to give a sly look every time you stand up for him towards the person insulting him. He likes causing drama.

Leona Kingscholar

*Smirk*

Yeah that's pretty much it. Leona is more than aware that sweet isn't all there is to your personality before he even was in a relationship with you. He just got that vibe and knew he was correct.

When you threw the punch the other guy had it coming. He wasn't being lazy, though he did lay back with his arms crossed watching you beat the shit out of this guy for his bullshit comment.

Cue happy Lion man. Leona was rather amused at the fight but if it got out of hand- if you were getting hurt- he would break up the fight. And maybe throw a few punches of his own for good measure.

You both end up getting in trouble together, and he's the one that just drags you away without a care in the world to the teachers yelling at him to get back here.

On the bright side, it's nice having someone else to care dump Cheka off with, especially since you seem very good with children.

He does enjoy watching your motherly nature. He'd like to have cubs with you one day. He just won't admit it over his life. Ever.

So yeah, he's not really worried about you. In fact, he likes seeing you get feisty. Just not towards him. That's just annoying.

He has threatened to shove a fork up your pussy. When you two fight the dorm literally grabs popcorn. Who knows who'll win, after all. It's the best show to watch.

Epel Felmier

He's a bit too innocent to realize you have this side of you at first. While he knows he does have a fighting spirit, he'd never seen you remotely angry before, so he just assumed you were a peaceful gal.

Oh how wrong he was.

Expel is small and appears frail, and a lot of people exploit that weakness, not on your watch. One wrong comment happened and you'd shocked the guy in the face, who had immediately gone at you and all hell broke loose.

Rook couldn't help but be amused at the situation he was watching, but at the same time knew poor Epel would have the time of his life if Vil found out.

Epel's lips curled into a large smirk that showed off his pearly whites as he watched you tussle with someone until they had run off like a scared bitch.

"You're gon' havta teach me that!" He said, happily as ever. He was quick to wrap you up in an embrace, squeezing you against him.

You immediately hugged back, happy to be back in his arms. And you'd agreed. Rook's job of keeping Epel out of trouble just got a lot harder.

Epel was excited in a way to learn about this new side of yourself you'd shown off to him, it made him love you even more.

God did he love his girlfriend.

Vil Schoenheit

You were picture perfect and he loved it. You were sweet, reliable, soft, good with children. Honestly he absolutely loved you. He just didn't know about how quickly your temper could be set off until it did.

Someone had called your man ugly.

That's right. Ugly. And you weren't standing for it. Vil stood in shock whilst Rook covered his mouth with a coy laugh as your fist connected with the guys jaw. Vil swore he'd heard a crack. While he would argue greatly that he was prettiest of them all, he also knew people had opinions that sometimes couldn't be changed.

Watching you punch this guy with a fire more fierce than diablo's anus after a bad day was certainly something. Albeit it wasn't what he was expecting at all.

He was almost impressed.

Had he not been ashamed of your behavior first and foremost. Vil was quick to break up the fight and have Rook escort the kid to the nurse while he had a stern talking to you.

He spoke to you that day like you were a child getting scolded, and when you refused to relent that what you did was wrong, Vil ended up giving up, admiring your stubbornness of the subject. It was rather adorable hearing you say you'd smack the shot out of anyone that calls him names in front of his face.

He absolutely had fussed over your bloodied knuckles too. Vil was very quick to use everything he had to heal them to perfection so they wouldn't scar. Not a bruise should be left on your skin.

#x reader #fem!reader #twisted wonderland #cater diamond #idia shroud #leona kingscholar #epel felmier #vil schoenheit #Twist

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izfrogzy · 6 months ago

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Soft and Innocent Part IV 18+ Aemond x Sister Reader(OC.)

Warnings: 18+ Content, Kissing Heavy petting, fingering, Dry humping/grinding, corruption, sinful acts of the night, consensual passion.

A/N: A bit lengthy and a lot more NSFW content in this chapter.....Lightish Smut in this part.....no P n V yet but tons of Foreplay and confessing love...A bit fluffy and angst but also steamy and smutty....Hope y'all enjoy Tried my best....may not have good grammar or proper punctuation....apologies in advance.....Characters behavior may not be canon but please remember its all AU scenarios for the fun of it....Enjoy the chapter. :)))))

It had been several days since that night. Aemond has not been able to look at his sister since. Any time she was near he got an uneasy and guilty feeling in the pit of his stomach. He also felt his heart and chest ache whenever he was near her as he desired to hold her close and be with her. But he restrained himself. He continued to keep his distance and remained in his chambers mostly, trying to distract himself and push it all aside.

Aemond was in his chambers when the door to his rooms suddenly opened up. His head snapped towards the door as his hand reached down to his hip where he had his sword in his scabbard on his hip just in case. But he relaxed slightly when he saw it was only his sister standing there in the doorway. “Sister, what brings you to my chambers?” He said with a slight edge and coldness in his voice as he said it. That uneasy guilt feeling rose up again as he looked at her.

She gulped and sighed. “I....I wanted to come see you…Lēkia.” She said a bit nervously after she sensed he was in one of his moods maybe. “But Perhaps I should not bother you.” She said looking away licking her lips she wore one of her loose silk nightgowns....her hair loosely sprawled over her shoulder and back.

He felt as if his breath was stolen from him as he saw her. Her long smooth and rosy looking skin was showing from the nightgown, and her silky smooth hair down her back as she stood there looking away nervously. The guilt and shame once again filled his body as well as that deep desire to be with her in an intimate way....and it was eating him up inside. “No.....it's fine. What did you wish to discuss?” Aemond had to force the word out.

“I was hoping we could discuss many things maybe?” She asked, looking at him with begging eyes. “I cannot find sleep these last few nights....not since....Mother announced my forced betrothal.” she explained averting her eyes fiddling with her fingers now.

Aemond felt himself tense at the mention of her betrothal, and he once again felt his stomach drop in unease as well as the guilty feeling in his heart. Aemond closed his eyes tightly, trying to steel himself to be strong and not give in to the feeling to hold her close. “Have you tried any dream tea?” Aemond asked in a cold and emotionless tone as he opened his eyes.

She looked at him and huffs “You know I hate the stuff Aemond.” She said pushing past him entering his bedchambers.

Aemond felt her as she walked past him. His body tensed at her sudden closeness to him as he felt a shiver go up his spine as she passed by. He stood stiff and rigid as he did not like her being so close to him. He couldn’t allow it. His feelings were so conflicting all he wanted to do was to hold her close. “I do not know what you expect me to do about your problem then.” His cold voice and stiff body remained.

Seanna sighs and speaks, taking in the dimly lit room of his warm bedchambers, “I merely seek your company......though I get the sense....you've been avoiding me as of late.” She said and glanced behind her looking at him as she slowly turned. “You haven't have you, Brother?” She asked Innocently

Aemond stiffened up even more as she slowly turned back to look at him. He felt like he was going to snap and lose control if she kept looking at him like that. Like she was so vulnerable and helpless. His entire body was on edge just staring at her and her pleading eyes. He swallowed hard as he felt the guilty feelings come back as well as the desire to hold her close. He was going to snap. Gods he was going to snap.

“No…” He choked out as he looked away from her.

She approached. “What is the matter Brother? You seem off?” She stood before him now, Aemond continued to look away from her even as she came closer. He felt his hand clenching into a tight fist. He wanted to hold her so badly….it was eating him up inside. He felt his body stiffening even more as her smell reached his nose. That sweet smell of her skin and hair was intoxicating to him. He wanted her….desired her so badly it was driving him mad.

“Sister…” He managed to get out in a strained and tight voice.

“Yes?Lēkia?” She asked gently.

He felt his heart skip a beat as she gently asked him. He squeezed his eyes shut as he felt that desire and guilty feeling rise up in him again. His entire being ached with the desire to reach out and feel her against him. Aemond slowly turned his gaze back onto her. Feeling his heart skip a beat as he got a full look of her. His eyes traveled over her form in the nightgown and her hair falling over her shoulder.

“I feel...I am, conflicted sister.” He said in a lowered tone of voice.

Seanna looked at him gently and frowned slightly “Conflicted? Has something happened Dear brother?” She asked calmly.

His eyes continued to gaze over her body as he took in her form. The way you could see the contours of her body thanks to the nightgown she was wearing. Seeing the smooth skin of her arms and shoulders before he finally rested his gaze upon her. He felt his heart beating faster and faster as he looked into her eyes as that guilty feeling once again rose up in him.

“Yes....conflicted sister…..” He whispered and she sighs and looks at him concerned.

He felt his resolve beginning to crumble as his hands balled into fists at his sides. He gritted his teeth as his entire body screamed at him to reach out and touch her. “Sister…..I...I feel I’m losing my mind, and my feelings...they are eating me up inside.” He managed to say the words he’d been holding back the last few days and weeks.

She got close worriedly not understanding and she gently grabbed his arms. “Oh Brother what troubles you so?” She asked so concerned for him.

He felt his heart stop as she grabbed his arms. The feeling of her closeness against him sent a shiver up his body instantly. His breathing became shallow as he looked down into her eyes. There was this deep desire and need inside of him. He wanted to hold her and kiss her so badly. He couldn’t hold it back anymore. He didn’t want to. “Sister….it’s you….you…..you’ve been driving me mad.” He said finally admitting his pent up secret he held within him for so long.

She looked at him confused for a second and she blinked, loosening her grip on his arms and she gulped averting her eyes. “Me brother?” she asked, trying to understand his conflict he was having how she was involved in that conflict.

Aemond could not stop himself any longer. He reached out and grabbed her by her arms pulling her closer to himself at this moment. Aemond’s breathing became shaky and fast as he began to lose his mind and give into his need. “Yes...it's you sister...everything about you is driving me crazy. Your smile...your eyes...your hair...your sweet scent...the way you speak. How soft your skin is. I can't stand it...I don’t want to stand it anymore..” He confessed to her and she just stared at him looking shocked and a bit surprised.

She looked up at him a bit nervously and she gulped. “But Brother…” She said gently.

Aemond could feel his control shattering as she looked up at him with those pleading eyes. He was so close to just taking her in his arms and kissing her. Then he heard the sound of her swallowing slightly.

“Do....do you have any idea….of what you do to me….Sister….?” Aemond’s breathing became heavier as his grip on her arms tightened and he held her even closer.

She gulped, biting her lips conflicted a moment and she gulped. “It wasn't my intention…” She tried to say flustered.

The more she attempted to speak and deny what he was saying the more his control shattered and fell. Without a second thought he suddenly lunged forward and grabbed her by the waist and pulling her close to himself as he brought his lips down to hers in a desperate and hungry kiss.

His mind was completely blank at this moment as all he felt was her against him and the feeling of her lips on his own. He never wanted to kiss anyone this badly before. All this time he spent avoiding her. He didn’t want to stop the kiss. He felt he could kiss her all night. But he also couldn’t breath like this as they stood, so he reluctantly pulled back. He pressed his forehead to hers as he gasped for air.

She whimpered and panted as he pulled back a bit overwhelmed now as a warmth started brewing within her she felt tingly and light headed.....She gulped as his forehead rested on hers and his arms held her close.

He held her tightly against himself. He couldn’t let her go. He felt like he couldn’t breathe if he didn’t have her in his arms right now. He rested his forehead against hers and he shivered a little as he felt the way she was breathing against him. He gently cupped her face in his hand and began to stroke her cheek as he tried to regain his breathing under control. “Sister...I can’t….I can't deny these feelings I have for you any longer…” He panted out.

He stared down into her eyes seeing her flushed face and heavy breath. She was so beautiful like this, and he knew he would do anything to keep her like this forever. Without thinking about it he gently grasped the nightgown she wore pulling it down her shoulders slightly. Wanting to see the smooth and rosy skin of her shoulders and upper chest.

“Aemond….” She muttered lightly as his lips touched what he exposed.

Aemond shivered as he heard her breathlessly call out his name just like he had imagined. He bent his head down to her exposed skin, planting a kiss on her shoulder and along it to the crook of her neck. As he kissed and sucked on her rosy skin he brought his hands down to her hips and grasped her pulling her closer to himself so they were pressed together.

She breathed heavily and whimpered under his touch. She had never felt this feeling before; it felt like sparks and lightning throughout her body at Aemond's touches and kisses. She whimpered and moaned softly tilting her head back. Then his hand on her hips gently glided over up her body and she gasped in surprise and pleasure.

“B-Brother.” She said breathlessly as her hands gripped the front of his nightshirt.

He groaned softly as he felt her gripping his nightshirt and he continued to kiss and suck on her rosy skin at her shoulder and along her sensitive neck. His hands remained on her hips keeping her pressed against himself. He could feel himself becoming aroused. And he could feel her breathing become more heavy and faster, and he could hear those little moans escaping her mouth. That just aroused him even more.

She panted and she subconsciously grabbed the back of his head, threading her fingers through his hair gently. “Aemond.” She moaned softly. “Please....”

Aemond shivered as he heard her say his name again. He felt her fingers thread through his hair and he could feel his heart picking up in pace. The desire to touch her was overwhelming and he felt like he couldn’t hold it back anymore.

“What do you need sister?” He whispered against her neck.

“I....I don’t know.” She whimpered tugging against him desperate for anything from him now.

He groaned against her neck as he heard her whimper. Feeling her tug against him and her pleading tone. That was it. He was gone. He suddenly reached down with his hands and grabbed her, pulling her up and into his arms as he suddenly carried her to his bed.

Seanna gasped in surprise as she was scooped up into his arms. Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly she panted heavily as he carried her over to his bed. Her mind was spinning and she felt a new desire come into her. To see more of him....to kiss him again and feel him more. She wanted him. That much was clear. She felt him gently lay her down on the bed.

She laid there all rosy and flushed......she bit her lips and he looked at her and then he started to undress himself while she laid there so innocent and beautiful.

He looked at her on his bed laying there all flushed and rosy from his kisses and he could feel his heart racing and pounding in his chest. He felt his need to touch her more and see her grow more at the sight of her. Without a word he began to undress himself. Taking off the night shirt and tossing it aside before he began to undo his pants. She would see his upper body which was toned and muscular.

Her eyes roamed his bare chest and toned body as he pulled off his shirt. Aemond was fit and muscular but he was more lean instead of bulky like some men. She bit her lips as her skin tingled, and she shivered. Aemond looked handsome and so handsome when his skin was on display. And his chest and his bare arms...he was so handsome.

She nervously watched him approach her and her body on his bed and he started gently pulling off her nightgown.

Aemond reached down to grab the bottom of her nightgown pulling it up and off of her. He tossed it aside and looked down at her naked body upon his bed. She was so beautiful in the faint candlelight. He stared down at her for a moment before he slowly joined her on the bed.

She gasped when he pulled at her nightgown and she felt the cold air touch her body and her breast as he pulled it off her. She whimpered as she was suddenly laid down on her back. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she watched Aemond look down at her taking her in. She shivered as she felt cold but then Aemond was on the bed and she felt her head spin even more as he hovered above her.

She instantly covered her breasts with her arm and her thighs clasped together as she felt the most vulnerable under Aemond's gaze even with his one eye.

He instantly noticed her move to cover her breasts and his eyes widened a bit before he reached down and gently pried her arms away.

“Sweet Sister...there is no need to shy from me...let me see.” He whispered the words as he slowly lowered his body down till he hovered over her.

She gulped and nodded. “I'm sorry Lēkia.” She whimpered, trembling more as she’s fully exposed to him like this.

He gently took her chin in his hand. “Don't apologize...Sister...Sister you are so beautiful...you should never be ashamed of me to see your body, to see all of you.” He gently whispered the words as he looked down at her laying under him. He slowly began to trail his hand down her body, from the side of her neck, down to between her breasts and finally to her stomach. Aemond shivered as he could feel her smooth and silky skin under his fingertips.

She whimpered upon his hands exploring her body....his touched made her body warm up and flush more.

Aemond shivered as she whimpered and arched under his fingertips as he continued to gently touch her. He let his hand continue gently traveling down her stomach, down to the inside of her thighs. He gently used his hand and his fingers to softly caress the inside of her thigh, gently rubbing as he kept his gaze focused solely fixated on her face.

Seanna had her eyes shut as she felt so overwhelmed right now in the best possible way.

He continued his gentle caressing of her inner thighs before he gently cupped between her thighs and he slowly began massaging that spot with his fingers. All the while he kept his gaze fixated on her moaning and flushed face.

She blushed as his hand went down between her thighs cupping what laid down there dripping and flushed....his fingers grazing between her folds.

He groaned slightly as he felt her wetness between her folds as his fingers gently teased and rubbed her. He reached up his other hand gently grasping her face, as his thumb softly stroked her cheek. “Sister....you are so.... beautiful.....so Soft and Innocent.” He whispered the words down at her gently as he slowly rubbed his fingers against her center.

She panted and whimpered more upon his words and his touches her whole body felt alive. She reached her hand up, grasping his shoulder gently and his arm as his thumb grazed her cheek. His touches were driving her crazy and she arched and squirmed to his touch. “Brother…Lēkia…” She whimpered and panted.

He panted and groaned deeply in response to hearing her whimper that word again. He gently leaned down over her more. His body pressed down against hers, he whispered down at her. “Sister... I want to kiss you...I want to taste your lips.” He muttered and groaned against her while he continued to gently rub her now. He wanted to kiss her, so badly he ached.

“Please....” She begged and whines as his fingers continued to rubbing upon her center.

He groaned and groaned again at her request. With no more hesitation he lowered his head and he pressed his lips against hers. Kissing her passionately and deeply. She responded quickly back, her moans muffled slightly from their kissing.

He kissed and kissed her as much as he could, loving the feeling of her against him, of her kissing him back just as passionately. He groaned and moaned into her mouth. He wanted more, he needed more. He began to gently push his fingers harder against her core and rub it.

She whined as his fingers pushed into her again and again as he moved his face away from her she moaned and trembled as his fingers worked against her walls skillfully.

When he pulled his lips away his eyes stayed on her face, and he watched every expression she made and every noise that escaped her moaning mouth. Feeling the way she trembled under his touch.

“A-Aemond..... feels....so good." She whined and met her brother's gaze with her dilated eyes full of desire and need. “Brother….”

He groaned at her words, at the way she said his name and at her intense gaze on him. “I......I ache for you. I need to be close to you.” He whispered softly while he held her stare and pushed his fingers deeper into her core.

She let out a sting of moans and she wrapped her arms around him. “So do I....but my maidenhood.” She whimpered and whined. He closed his eyes as he felt her arms wrapped around him and hearing her moans and whimpers. He rested his forehead against hers as he gently whispered to her. “Fuck…..You’re right…..” He muttered and then he kissed her forehead “We shall wait on that then alright?” He asked but his sister grabbed him, whining “But....Brother.” She whined.

He groaned as he heard her whine more as she spoke. “Sister....listen to me. We don't have to....not tonight.” He whispered softly to her while he held her close and he gently kissed her forehead and her temple, he didn't want to hurt her.

Seanna nods but she clung to him still “Don't stop this though okay? your fingers feel so good….” She begged.

He groaned and he leaned down to her and kissed her again. “I won't, I promise....I don't want to stop. I want to hear you and feel you moaning in my arms....for the whole night…” He whispered the words while he gently continued to rub his fingers against her core, pushing deeper into her and rubbing her walls.

She moaned into the kiss and her body squirmed more under his touch once again.

“Yes.....Yes brother please…” She begged her body moving against him slightly for more friction as his fingers continued to pushed into her core again and again.

He groaned and whimpered watching as she squirmed against him for more pleasure and his fingers rubbed her core. He felt himself growing more and more aroused at watching her and feeling her like this. He reached down with his other hand and began to gently stroke his hand up her hip, to her stomach as he kissed her again.

She moaned against his lips.

He groaned as he kissed her, his fingers slowly pulled away from her core as slowly he grabbed her hip gently and gently he lifted his head up just enough to whisper against her lips. “You...You make me crazy sister, you make me so crazy.” He whispered before he leaned down and gently buried his face to her neck as he gently kissed and sucked her sensitive tender skin. All while his hand was on her hip he gently dragged his fingers and nails down her hip leaving red marks till he reached her thigh.

She whimpered and trembled.

“You are so soft and sweet, like a flower.” He whispered against the sensitive flesh on her neck. Then he slowly nipped the skin gently but with a little bit more force. His tongue licked all along her neck and his lips continued to gently kiss and suck on her delicate sensitive skin. All while he gently rubbed his hand along her inner thigh and

gently squeezing her skin.

She whimpered and murmured his name as her body was shaking.

He loved hearing her whimper and moan his name. He loved the way she responded to his touches and how her body trembled and squirmed. He slowly continued gently kissing and biting down her throat and down to the crook of her shoulder. As he did he reached down and gently grabbed her thigh and he suddenly gripped his hand around the back of her thigh. He wrapped her leg around himself to keep her close as he pressed his body down against her center.

Seanna whimpered as he rubbed against her....she felt him against her.....he had no plans on taking her virginity that night he definitely needed some sort of release....and proceeded to grind himself against her silky folds and wetness.

He let out a loud deep groan, his breath shuddering and he inhaled as he moved himself against her center.....in doing so building her own peak alongside his as his lengths thickness continuously rubbed and pressed against her spot and entrance without truly entering virgin walls.

When he groaned, he shuddered upon her and she held onto him as he continued his movements grinding against her.

Her moans and whimpers and the feel of her nails against his skin pushed him closer to the edge, his grinding became almost desperate and his breath grew heavier.

“Lēkia.....Lēkia.” She moaned in High Valyrian.

“Oh....Sister....Mmmm.” He groaned and grunted against her throat, while her nails left more marks upon his skin on his back and shoulders. Her moans and her whimpering his name were like music to his ears and he continued to press himself harder against her center, building the sensations of pleasure for both together.

His nickname leaving her lips in Old Valyrian made him growl low and deep as his grip around her thigh got tighter. His moans mixed with his heavy breathing and he felt his need to push inside her grow more and more as she continued to say his name and moan. His need to push himself inside of her but he held back from doing so.

She felt so intense, her body felt hot and he was building her pleasure with his touches and his grinding. The feel and sound of his moans and grunts made her feel dizzy, and she was getting close....so close. Her body was trembling as her moans were becoming more desperate. She was babbling the same words in Old Valyrian and she held onto him tightly.

“Lēkia.....Lēkia Avy jorrāelan.” She moaned desperately.....Big Brother I love you....She had said in High Valyrian. “Avy jorrāelan.” I love you.

He almost whimpered. Hearing her say those words in High Valyrian was music to his ears. Her words and her moans mixed together and made him feel like he was drowning in pleasure. “Sister......” He had to stop moving against her for a moment to speak, his breath shuddering and he swallowed hard trying to control himself a little. “You are......perfect.....so sweet.”

Seanna whimpered and looked at him with her glimmering violet eyes “Please.... Lēkia....So close.”

.He groaned and leaned down to her face. He brushed his nose against her face and whispered to her. “Then fall apart into my arms. I have you.” He whispered to her and immediately he started to rub against her again, building the sensations of pleasure as he did his grind against her.

Her body felt so good, the pleasure building and building. Her arms wrapped around him as his pace and her body brought them closer to their peaks. She moaned and panted his nickname and High Valyrian words in his ear, she held onto him, all while his pace continued to build her higher and higher. “Yes.....Yes Lēkia.” She moans filled his bedchambers.

He panted and groaned as he listened to her say his nickname and moaned into his neck. Listening to her sweet voice and as he felt her breath against his neck. It was almost too much for him. “Sister....you....drive me insane.” He groaned the words against her throat. His hips continued to rock against hers. Her body felt so sensitive and his words gave her a pleasant shiver. The feel of his body against hers and his hips rocking against hers......She was becoming overcome by the sensations all around her. Her whimpers became more and more desperate.

“Please brother......”Her legs tightened around his hips as her moans and gasps increased. They sounded like the sweetest music to him. He groaned and clung to her as he felt himself come undone; he groans and trembling as he continued to grind against her as she was not far behind him now.

Then her eyes rolled back slightly as her back arched and something she never experienced before happened and she almost cries out but he smothered her cries of pleasure with his lips.

He felt her body suddenly arch tightly under him and hearing her moans grew sharper and louder before his lips smothered them. He knew what happened and as he held her close to his body he kissed her. Her body now trembling and shaking slightly under him from the sudden height of pleasure.

She was in such an euphoric headspace. Her body felt light and fuzzy and she didn't want him to ever let her go. So she held onto him desperately at that moment.

She panted and trembled her body felt heavy and light at the same time she was in a bit of a daze now.

He hovered over her and he gently leaned down on his elbow to hold his weight and not to crush her.

He could see her face still flushed and her eyes were heavily dilated from pleasure. He could hear her panting and see her chest rising and falling rapidly. He gently lifted his free hand up, up to cup her cheek and his thumb gently traced her cheekbone back and forth.

“Was I good Lēkia?” She asked faintly totally out of it. He couldn't stop the chuckle that escaped his mouth upon her question, and the way she sounded. He gently leaned down and he kissed her lips gently. His voice was a whisper when he spoke. “It felt like my body was going to explode, Sister, it felt like fire. You were so good. So perfect.” He whispered gently to her as he continued to gently kiss her lips and trace her cheekbone with with his thumb.

“Did you.....I remember Aegon with that girl.....Did you....meet your fulfillment too?” She asked concerned not knowing if he had finished when she did or something.

He gently chuckled once more at her questions. He gently leaned his forehead against hers as he nodded his head slightly in affirmation. He kept his gaze on her face while he spoke to her.

“Yes.....Sister don't worry. I found my release.......” He whispered and gently kissed her forehead while he reached down and caressed the inside of her thigh slowly with his fingertips.

Seanna blushed more. “Truly brother?” she asked gently, nuzzling into him. Aemond continued to gently caress her thigh and he nodded his head while he held her gaze.

“Truly. You.....You were perfect. Don't ever question it.” He whispered gently to her and he slowly kissed her forehead once more. Then he slowly leaned down and he kissed her cheeks and the corners of her lips gently. Slowly his path led down to her chin and he slowly started to kiss and bite and suck on her chin and her throat.

She whimpered and laid there tilting her head aside for him to do more.

“Mmm…” He groaned out as he continued on her throat. He slowly made his way up to the jawline, then to the spot right behind her ear. He gently kissed that sensitive spot under her ear and he gently bit down on the skin slightly and sucked on the skin.

She shuttered and bit her lip. “Brother.”

He bit down on her skin a little more and his hand gently squeezed her thigh once before his hand began rubbing in the inner part of her thigh again. He groaned lowly against her skin as his other hand was gently supporting him while on his elbow and he slowly began kissing his way back down to her throat and to her clavicle.

She sighed and wrapped her arms around him. “Oh Aemond my Lēkia…” she murmured.

He moaned and groaned again upon hearing her words.

“Sister....” He groaned again as he reached her chest and gently began pressing kisses and gentle bites to her flesh and her collar bone. He loved hearing all her little noises and whimpers, all while he pushed her thigh apart slightly and began rubbing again but gently against her sensitive folds.

“Brother....” She whimpered, biting her lips. “Thought we were done now?” She asked, looking at him with her hazed expression. He groaned low when he heard the words and when he saw her bite her lips.

“....I was going to continue....but if you're too sensitive and tired....I won't…” He whispered against her chest while he peppered her soft supple skin with more kisses and nips to her skin. “No....it's alright…Aemond.” She assured him, smiling softly.

He groaned once more as he looked down at her chest and he raised his head up and he looked at her face.

“Are you sure?....Sister?” He asked gently to her. He didn't want to push her too far or hurt her. He whispered the words softly and gently while his hand began to rub small and slow circles along her inner thigh.

She smiled and pulled him close and kissed him......for the rest of the night Aemond and Seanna spent together in what passion they could share for now......keeping her virginity in check but not allowing her to leave the bed there was tons of ways Seanna will come to learn....to receive pleasure from a lover.....and she knew now.....she truly deep down wanted Aemond now....more than ever before......

Aemond gave in to her embrace and her kiss. He continued to keep her in his embrace all night and the sound of her sweet pleasured and satisfied moans and whimpers filled his ears all night. His hands roamed all over her body, touching and caressing every inch of her skin, memorizing her body and how it felt against his. He never allowed her to leave the bed, not for food or even water. He just wanted her in his arms and in his bed. In his grasp.

By the next morning the sun was peering in through the windows and he finally released her from his grip once more, he knew he had to. After they bathed and broke their fast as she left back for her own chambers he found himself thinking of all their events of the night such events will not be easily forgotten and he had a feeling more will now entail with him and his Soft and Innocent Seanna.

A/N: Stay tuned for part five....may get a bit more steamy ;)))

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chronosh0t · 7 months ago

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𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: canon-divergence ; Lee's pov ; sfw ; slightly angst. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 〔 NO BETA 〕

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: what if Lee got stuck in a loop? it's based on this tweet I posted weeks ago.

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It has been so long, too long to count. Nonstop fighting for an end that is far from near, for a thin lay of hope that may or may not come out of the cruelty of reality. The light it's too dim, the air is too heavy, toxic and corrupted, no matter how deep every breath is, it never makes him feel better, less relaxed. Less lonely.

His hands are tired, his legs are having a hard time trying to keep up and his M.I.N.D is completely numb over time. Losing sense, and every single moment that peace seems to greet him, it flies past him as fast as one of his bullets. Breaking him in the silence of rejection, in the middle of the tower where escaping is not an option. For how long will this keep going? He does not know. And, to be fair, he doesn't want to know either. The crushing weight of having a clock ticking, counting what's left and what's yet to come, is not pleasant.

So he opted to ignore it. He made the decision, that day, to do the job only he was able to do. Because that was his sole purpose, at least for now, as much as he wished to change this twisted fate, it wouldn't be fair for those outside. If he was the only one capable, then so be it. Sacrifices must always be done. Be it time, or his own life. Just for the illusion that outside everyone is safe. He will stand over and over, shoot his gun, kill whoever or whatever gets in his way, for a slim chance.

There are short moments when everything is quiet, when not a single cry from despair could be heard, except for his erratic breathing, his feet dragging him to the stairs to finally take a seat after hours of battles and the loud noise of his weapon against the floor. He closes his eyes for a few seconds before taking a small device to call them. He just wants to have a few minutes to talk. Hoping. Wishing.

The call makes it through, and two faces greet him, smiling happily. The girl in red breaks the silence first.

ㅤㅤㅤ“It's been a while, Lee.” she stops, as if pondering if it's plausible to ask about his condition when it's obvious. “How are things on your side?”

ㅤㅤㅤ“Nothing new. The fights are endlessly annoying but, it's fine. I'm fine.” His voice cracks at the end, how terrible he has been at lying lately, or maybe he is too tired to pretend. Lee knows his teammates are aware of his state.

ㅤㅤㅤ“Lee…” the soft voice from Liv seemed to echo inside the tower, he nods and smile, “I know it's useless to say but, do please take care of yourself. I also know you're capable but.. We are worried about you. Especially Commandant.”She finished, her pink eyes showing great concern.

ㅤㅤㅤ“Commandant is a bit busy now. We would've called him but I know you have your ways.” Lucia explained, a chuckle escaped from her mouth.

Lee laughs at that. Indeed, he has his ways to contact his Commandant. “Thank you, I really mean it.” He finally spoke, the bitterness can be tasted, smelled and felt. Too heavy. “My time is running out. When I get another break, I will try to contact you guys again. Please take care.” He smiles again, and ends the call.

There's never a “goodbye”. Because he doesn't want to think about an end. As much as he is tired and his frame is at its limit on par with his M.I.N.D slowly losing complete focus from time to time, more often than not, Lee would reject the idea of a last call with his friends. That won't happen. He refuses to let that be part of his reality.

More often than not, he finds himself considering giving up and leaving, letting the wheel of destiny decide his punishment but there's something, someone, that keeps him from doing so. Or more like a “possible future”. Where there's no one, when the person he has come to cherish a little bit too much is no longer by his side, where his teammates are no longer walking with him but just a name in a marble stone. That was scary enough for him. The weight it's too much again.

His break is about to end. Taking a deep breath, he takes his device and taps a message and presses the send button, with the same address. For the same person. With the same words. He can feel an insufferable pain packing up inside his chest, filling the space between his ribs, crushing his artificial heart. He is shaking. His eyes are burning and tears are building up, but it's not the time.

It has never been. It probably never will.

He stands up, weapon in his hands. Time is running and it will never stop, no matter how many times he goes back, no matter how much he wishes and hopes, because time has never cared for that. So, for now, he just needs to keep going, and maybe one day, time will stop for him and he will be able to go back home. Go back to his friends. To his Commandant and be part of Gray Raven again.

…………

The digital screen beeps at the new message. He knows who sent it, and it's the reason he is also a bit reluctant to open it. He is always afraid it will be the last. His fingers trace the screen before lightly pressing over the email icon. A small text shows up, saying:

ㅤㅤㅤ“It's been a while. I know Liv and Lucia are there to take care of you, but I've got to know you enough to understand you're a magnet for troubles. So, don't do anything stupid.

ㅤㅤㅤ I don't have much time, there's nothing new. I am doing as fine as I can, you don't need to worry (I know you will, but don't let my situation distract you from your job, Commandant).

ㅤㅤㅤ ………… I miss you. I miss you a lot. It even hurts a bit sometimes. But I'm always hoping. Hoping that one day I will be by your side again, seeing you smile, holding your hand. I miss your warmth. The idea of going back to you, to Gray Raven keeps me going.

ㅤㅤㅤ I have to go. See you next time.”

And without knowing, despite the distance between them, tears were shed at the same time. Because time was the only thing connecting them.

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tgrailwar-zero · 1 month ago

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Oh I actually had an idea for the ‘Adamant/Roland leaving’ situation.

If we can find a servant with decent enough disguise skills or a noble phantasm, we can have that person fight in their stead. Rider or Caster can probably get that via their Quietus/Imperial Privilege skill, or we can track down Berserker.

Like it won’t be the same by any means, but it could work.

CLEOPATRA: "We can talk about the Bout until we're blue in the face. The priority is Charlemagne. I'd want him handled by yesterday, but I'll settle for 'as soon as possible'."

CLEOPATRA: "Still... hm, you've given me a decent amount to think about..."

Her brow creased slightly, before you heard the sounds of footsteps behind you.

You saw two figures approach, a pair of men- one adorned in bright armor that seemed incredibly familiar. It was...

CLEOPATRA: "Keeper Ptolemaios! Woah, that's a form I haven't seen… actually, I wasn't around when you last looked like this! You're so dashing!"

PTOLEMY: "Good evening, Pharaoh Cleopatra. And 'Ptolemy' is fine- it's quicker to say in the heat of battle. We're preparing for war, aren't we? I figured the 'young me' would be better suited. Anyways… I've brought the man you requested."

ARCHIVIST: "Shuttling me all the way here at this ridiculous hour. Can I ever get a break?"

CLEOPATRA: "Quit whining. Did you look over the information the Administration sent to you?"

ARCHIVIST: "Ugh. What an unpleasant woman, some may see your sadism as a charm, and you've deluded yourself into agreeing with them. Either way… Of course I did, Pharaoh. I know better than to disobey a request from any of you 'Servants of the Sun'."

The KEEPER turned to you, while gently patting the ARCHIVIST on the shoulder.

PTOLEMY: "Have you all met? Hans Christian Andersen is a Servant from the Moon. One of the few that survived the Umbral Star's attack. The Heavenly Divinity, Karna, Andersen, and Sir Gawain."

ANDERSEN: "The others survived because they were lucky and powerful. I survived because it didn't register me as something worth killing. It wasn't like I fit with your arbitrary solar-scheming. I'm an E-Rank Servant, no matter how you look at it. Anyways, you called me here for my analysis?"

CLEOPATRA: "It'd be appreciated, Archivist."

ANDERSEN: "Fine. There's latent magical energy from the attack of the Interlopers during the Origin War surrounding his territory, which in turn implies that this does have something to do with the Umbral Star. However, Charlemagne's Magic Resistance alone could fend off any sort of mental corruption from such a disparate piece of the Void Cell. It's the same for that Saber there."

MUSASHI: "...?"

ANDERSEN: "She can hold up without having to be completely re-summoned, because she naturally fends off malignant magecraft- 'code casts' or otherwise. The simple concept of 'Charlemagne is infected' as an end-all-be-all concept can't hold up, there has to be something outside of that. And that 'something' is..."

The man sneered, a twisted expression forming on his face.

ANDERSEN: "...He's an idealist. One of the worst kinds of people. And therefore, he isn't our 'culprit'. He's just a patsy, one that unfortunately believes all of the shit that he's spewing- compounded by the fact that he's not entirely wrong."

ANDERSEN: "See, he came by the Archives about a week or so prior, and we had a chat. It took me one second to peg what type of person he is. And as an idealist, that simply means that he grows stronger when fighting for his ideals, and a hypothetical 'puppet-master' only has to point that blade of shining idealism in their direction without directly contradicting said ideals. We, as Heroic Spirits, are naturally inclined to dispatch Evils of Humanity. And while certainly, the Umbral Star may quantify as an equal-or-greater threat, the Solar Cell is so well-sealed that it may as well be a distant hypothetical, as opposed to our lovely 'Divinity' which is sitting right at the core. Order of operations would state that a Servant should eliminate the Beast, and then move on to handling the Umbral Star."

CLEOPATRA: "Right. The amount of magical jamming and propagandizing that we need to do in order to keep Rogue Servants from going, well, 'rogue' takes up about 20% of the Solar Cell's resources. And it's not infallible… you can't take the heroism out of a hero, and someone with high enough Magic Resistance could probably bypass it."

ANDERSEN: "Therefore, summoning forth Charlemagne and pointing him at an 'Evil of Humanity' will be the best way of weakening the Solar Cell while still keeping Charlemagne on a leash. It's truly ingenious. I tip my hat to the mastermind, it must be someone who truly despises humanity to manipulate such shining heroism in such a manner!"

ANDERSEN: "Regardless, that leaves two 'options'. First, we could find and take care of this 'puppet-master', should they exist, and hope that we can wrangle that wide-eyed idiot back onto a reasonable path. Second, we kill Charlemagne and recover from the war, and resume as normal. Both are pains in the neck, in my opinion, and they may end up bleeding into one another. Perhaps we should just let him take over? I've grown a bit bored with our current leadership, a gaggle of incompetent pseudo-heroes at their finest."

PTOLEMY: "Very funny, Archivist."

ANDERSEN: "Did I sound like I was kidding?"

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five-miles-over · 2 years ago

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Heyyy, could you please do a fic with Loki dating a shy virgin and has slightly corruption kink, the idea of ruining the reader, a bit dirty talking and loads of aftercare!!

Thank you for this request, and for your patience, @goldinheart ! I hope you like this piece.

Also, to anyone reading this, this piece was inspired a little by the song "Lover of Mine" by 5 Seconds of Summer. I've known about this song for a long time, and Loki is always one of the people this song reminds me of. Without any further ado...

Take All of Me

Warnings: SMUT, oral - female receiving, loss of virginity, dirty talking, and...some declarations of love.

Surrounded by soft candlelight, you sat in your bedroom at the foot of your bed wearing a loose white nightgown. In your hands lay a leatherbound copy of Romeo and Juliet, and in your lap rested none other than your beloved Loki, gazing up at you with fondness. Turning the page, you continued to read to him in a hushed voice.

"Come, civil night,

Thou sober-suited matron all in black,

And learn me how to lose a winning match,

Play’d for a pair of stainless maidenhoods.

Hood my unmann’d blood, bating in my cheeks,

With thy black mantle, till strange love grow bold,

Think true love acted simple modesty."

Blushing at the words, your fingers wandered towards Loki's raven locks, stroking them affectionately.

"Come, night, come, Romeo, come, thou day in night,

For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night,

Whiter than new snow upon a raven’s back.

Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow’d night,

Give me my Romeo, and, when I shall die,

Take him and cut him out in little stars,

And he will make the face of heaven so fine

That all the world will be in love with night,

And pay no worship to the garish sun."

Loki hummed with delight. "I enjoy this part the most, even more after hearing it from you."

"Oh?" You tried to hide your face in your hand for a moment, but to no avail.

The God of Mischief rolled over and looked up with an impish grin. "The words fluster you, my dear…perhaps you know what sweet Juliet was longing for?"

You shook your head, hiding a giggle as Loki moved closer, like a predator crawling toward its prey. "She wished for night, so that Romeo may come to her bed and take her sweet maidenhead." As he cornered you against the bed, you playfully raised the book in front of your face only for Loki to push it away. Amused by your bashfulness, the God of Mischief murmured, "Don't look away from me, my sweet."

"Loki," you giggled, closing your eyes.

He merely pressed his lips against your eyelid and, entwining his fingers with yours, passionately kissed you. Your mouth faintly began to move against his, and your body began to melt, as if you were now fully at the mercy of his romantic spell.

Loki pressed his forehead against yours, his hot breath mingling with yours. "A simple kiss, and you've become so weak in my arms?" A soft chuckle escapes him, "I wonder…" Loki steals a kiss from you, "what will become of you when I ruin you?"

Your arms wrapped around Loki's shoulders when he kissed you again, and you could feel the warmth rushing to your cheeks. "Ruin me?"

"Yes," he replies. "Every time we kiss…ever time I hold you close to my chest, I think about your skin against mine." Loki begins to kiss his way along your jawline, eventually reaching your soft, sensitive neck. "I think about marking you with my lips, ruining your precious innocence once and for all." Loki teases, "A winning match played for thy stainless maidenheads."

Giggling, leaning to one side to give him more access to your neck while yours fingers grabbed the ends of his jet-black hairs. "Loki.."

"Let me lose myself while I ravage you, touching you in a way that no one has ever touched you before," You gasped at his lips against your skin. "Loki, I…I…" "Tell me, sweet one." He continued to kiss you, keeping you almost pinned against the foot of your bed.

"I like this," you breathily confessed, "your kisses."

Humming with delight, his lips made their way along your neck and roamed the top of your breasts, barely concealed by your nightgown. "I want you. I want you so much, my dear." Muttering your name, he lifted the hem of your nightgown and slid his hand up your leg, exhaling with delight as his fingers caressed your inner thigh. "Let me have you…all of you, my dear."

With another gasp, you leaned against the bed. "I'm yours." You were unsure of what was to come, but the way that Loki intimately held you and kissed you, the way that he confessed his desire for you made you feel as if you were the only worthy maiden in the entire Nine Realms. The only one who could make a god mad with lust.

Loki pushed your hair back and looked into your eyes with a naughty smile. "Tonight, I'm going to hear you moan my name as you come undone in my arms, and worship that beautiful body of yours the way it was always meant to be."

He swiftly picked you up and laid you onto the bed, your hair spilling across a pillow. His fingers unlaced your nightgown so he could have a better look at your perfect breasts and your lovely torso, his lips soon replacing his fingers as he kissed along your chest and gently licked your pert nipples.

You shuddered with delight, chanting his name as if it were a dark prayer.

Loki hurriedly removed your nightgown completely, almost ripping it in the process before tossing it to the side.

Gasping and wearing nothing but a pair of cotton panties, you tried to cover your half-nakedness with an arm and rolled over. But Loki immediately pinned you onto the bed, placing your arms above your head. "I won't let you hide your beauty away from me, my sweet pet." He lowered his lips onto yours one more time before spending what felt like hours worshipping each and every inch of your skin with kisses and soft bites.

Closing your eyes, you whined, begging to release the pleasure building up inside of you. But just before you could feel yourself about to climax, Loki removed your panties with a swift tug, a gust of wintry air grazing against your cunt. He pressed a kiss against it, and you felt yourself come undone immediately.

And when you opened your eyes to see what Loki was doing, he was magically naked, his pale body a work of masculine perfection. Without thinking, you reached your hand to caress his broad chest, running a thumb over one of his nipples. Your breath quickened, and you swallowed, looking up to meet Loki's eyes.

"Do you like what you see?"

A wide grin upon your face, you nodded. While his body tantalized you indeed - he was always the most handsome one you'd ever beheld in your life - it brought you comfort to see Loki just as unclothed as you in the moment. Your arms slowly encircled his shoulders, a tentative embrace. It was as if you were both allowing yourselves to be in your most vulnerable state with each other.

"You're…handsome beyond words." You delicately placed a kiss on his chin, the way that he'd done to you before, and pressed your forehead against his. "Loki…you're trembling. Are you cold?"

"No," he simply said. "Are you?"

You nodded again and captured Loki's lips with yours.

Though he might not outrightly say it to you, Loki always rejoiced on the inside whenever you praised him. Since childhood, he wondered if he was ever good enough for many things, having always been cast aside in favor of his more overtly brash and strong brother. For a long time, he did not even feel as if he were a true Asgardian.

But with you, so innocent with your heart upon your sleeve, showering him with affection…there was no uncertainty. You always made it so clear to him. Your loyalty was his, your affection was his, and now, your maidenhood would be his. Loki swore to himself that he would never, ever make you regret giving him those gifts.

Loki kissed his way down your body and grabbed one of your legs, brushing his lips along your soft inner thigh. "I'm going to put my tongue in you now, my dear. I want to taste your sweetness that lies between your legs…and claim it for my own." With a hungry look, he spread your legs apart and placed his tongue upon your quivering folds, licking a clean stripe. Digging his fingernails into your thigh, Loki then swirled his tongue around your clit.

You cried his name again and again in pleasure, your eyes rolling into the back. "Loki, you'll make me…" Your hips bucked without warning, and you felt Loki's tongue enter your slit, moving against your tight walls. Moaning and whimpering even more, you reached down and tugged Loki's hair.

Immediately, the God of Mischief pulled back and began to suck on your clit. Within moments, you came undone, and Loki lavished each and every drop.

"That was wonderful," you breathed, your chest rising and falling.

Loki smirked. "I'm not finished yet."

"No, no…" You shook your head, giggling a little. "Wait." You held Loki close for a few moments, able to hear his comforting heartbeat. "I need to wait."

When you whispered to Loki that you were ready for more, Loki entered you with a single thrust, groaning with satisfaction. With one hand pushing your hair back, Loki moved his hips against yours, rolling them in a serpentine fashion. Your breasts began to bounce just a little as you moved with him.

"You belong to me now," he growls holding you close, accelerating his pace. "I'm yours, and you're mine. Don't ever forget it."

"I'm yours," you mewled, looking up in hopes for a kiss only for Loki to bury his face in your neck. You continue to cry his name, your shrieks growing louder and more desperate by the moment. You weren't sure if you could take the dizzying ecstasy that grew inside you as Loki's cock penetrated your cunt again and again. If one were to die, then surely this is the way to die. You raked your fingernails along Loki's smooth back, and it only made him want to move even faster.

"I'm close,…I'm close…" Loki moaned, holding you close while he almost pounded into you.

Just when you were almost incoherent and barely babbling, Loki sunk his teeth into your shoulder. You felt him quickly pull out, his sticky seed spilling against your inner thigh and dribbling onto the bedsheets.

"Loki…" You fell back into the bed, gasping for air. He gently kissed your lips, and then kissed the red mark he left on your shoulder.

"Are you alright?" Loki whispered with soft smile. "Are you hurt?"

You shook your head and reached up to stroke his hair.. "I…I've never felt anything like this before."

"You were so good." Loki pressed his lips against your fingertips before conjuring a warm, wet towel out of thin air. He began to gently wipe the inside of your thighs, stealing a kiss to your shoulder.

You chuckled softly. "Loki?…What does this mean now?"

"Now?"

"After this…" you tried to ask, "what happens to you and me?"

Loki finished cleaning you up, and made the towel disappear. Then, he lay next to you, placing his arms around your waist. "Anything you wish. We could sleep…we could read another book…perhaps we could just talk. Another day, we could repeat our amorous activities."

"And in the morning? Will you leave?"

"No." Loki kissed your forehead. "I'll never give you away. You're the only thing in my life that I've gotten right, despite ever wrong I've ever done in my life. Even when we are separated by distance, I will remain loyal to you, just as you have always remained loyal to me."

You hugged him. "I love you, Loki."

"I love you as well. I always will."

After a quiet moment, you climbed under the sheets and rolled over in bed for another book. Grabbing a red, leather-bound hardcover, you placed it on your lap. Before you could open it, Loki stealthily placed his hand upon it.

"Henry the Fifth?" He asked, tracing the golden lettering on the cover that proclaimed the title.

"It's a play, but we could still read it."

"Anything for you, my love." With another forehead kiss, Loki opened the book to the first act and began to read it to you until you fell asleep against his chest.

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lily-drake · 1 year ago

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The Demons Queen

Chapter Fourteen

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“Excuse me?” Marinette asked, shock written all over her face. She was still too expressive, she needs to be weary of that.

“I will be escorting you around the village down the mountain today.” Damian replied stiffly. He wasn’t fully sure how this was supposed to go. Every time he left his bases it was for a mission of his own, never for frivolities. But he had promised his mother that he would take Marinette to the village as a reward for how well she’s done these past months.

“And you believe that I would willingly go with you ?” She asked incredulously, her accent makes the words come out more like a sharp hiss.

“I believe that you would want to explore places outside of the mountains. I have noticed the distance in your mind when you spar outside.” He watched as she shifted slightly, giving away her unease. They would need to work on how open her body language is. It would be a liability.

“When would we be leaving?” She asked, eyes staring defiantly at the wall. Even after all this time, she still kept hold to her defiant spirit, it was endearing as it was frustrating.

“Preferably, now. However, if you need time to get ready, I understand.” He watched as she bit her lip—another tell—as she thought over his proposition. It was a reasonable request, it gave her a piece of what she obviously longed for while it also showed what she would receive if she became loyal to The League, loyal to their cause, loyal to him .

The town itself, while being independent from The League, was a great resource. They kept the League’s secret, provided food and shelter to his followers, and provided tales and legends that would keep the odd traveler away from the mountains, and thus their base. In return the League would protect the village and provide a small salary to the village as a whole. While they were not loyal to The Demon’s Head, they were loyal to those that kept the city financially stable and thus, alive.

“Fine, I‘ll go with you.” Then she slammed her door right in Damian’s face. Damian blinked at the door, though he made no outward reaction he could feel fury course through him at such blatant disrespect. He had been too tolerant of this type of behavior from her. She needed to learn her place. But now was not the time, first he needed to fulfill the promise he had made to his mother.

A few moments later Marinette reemerged from her room in her training robes looking him in the eye. The nerve of this girl. “Tt. Let's get going.” He could hear her sigh, and it took everything in him to not strike her. If it were any of his other operatives they would already be dead for insubordination. Maybe he should force her to watch the next execution, though he hadn’t held one of those in years as the ninja had learned quickly that while he wasn’t his grandfather, he wasn’t afraid to uphold his methods.

He watched Marinette out of his periphery as they traveled through the halls. She was tense, her brow furrowed as if she were planning something. And knowing her, she very much could be. Truly a shame that it wouldn’t help her. The cool wind of the mountain brushed past them as they walked through the training yard.

As he walked he could feel Marinette’s presence fading off causing him to pause and turn. Marientte wasn’t trying to run, she was simply standing there, basking in the faint sun, eyes taking in everything they could. He turned away, it was her own fault she couldn’t come outside sooner. If she had simply just agreed to pledge her loyalty to the League and the cause she would have been allowed to come out sooner. Did she not understand that they shared the same goal, the goal of restoring balance to this twisted and corrupt world?

“Hurry, I will not wait for you.” It only took a few moments for her to catch up, and as they neared the gates he made sure to keep a closer eye on her. It may be Spring, but the mountains were still cold and unforgiving, and if she tried to survive up here by herself, well they’d have to wait until all the snow thawed to find the body.

With a flick of his wrist the gates were opened on silent hinges and without a thought he started down the steps missing the way Marinette’s eyes lit up for the first time in the seven months she's been here. “So, you’re not going to chain or leash me to you?” She questioned, quickly matching his steps.

“There is no need. If you attempt to flee you will either be caught or die.” He stated.

“Wow, aren’t you confident.” She mocked with a roll of her eyes.

“I have lived in these mountains for nearly all of my life. I have watched it happen numerous times, it is simply a fact.” He could feel her eyes on him. Unsettling wasn’t the right word, but the feeling of her eyes put him on guard all the same. They were silent after that with the only sound being the crunch of the white snow.

“When can I go on a real mission?” She asked, shivering as a sharp wind passed through them.

“When I can trust you not to run away and betray us.” He remembered when Cain’s daughter was given her first mission. Grandfather had seen her hesitation, but believed Cain when he said that she was ready to serve. She had never returned, her hit was still alive, and in the end The Bat had taken her in. He had only seen Grandfather that angry a handful of times. He still had nightmares about it.

“And what do I have to do to prove that?” She asked with forced calm.

“When I sense you are no longer plotting my demise.” She hesitated only for a second, but it was enough. “Believe it or not Miss Dupain-Cheng, but we are quite similar.”

“We are nothing alike.” She growled, eyes narrowed to slits. Damian never faltered, still walking down the long snow covered stairs.

“That is where you are wrong. You were forced to become a leader and hero, expected to die for a cause with little to no aid at the age of twelve. My sole purpose for being born was to take over my grandfather’s legacy. And because of the self-obsessed actions of another I took over that role at a far younger age than yourself.”

“I wasn’t forced to do anythi-” she hissed.

“Really?” He paused, turning to face her, eyes burning and his jaw clenched. “I watched the footage. You were never given a real choice in the matter, you were left to fend for yourself for six months before you received any real aid. Not to mention the way your supposed “partner” constantly forced his advances and opinions onto you, constantly making himself a target and compromising your plans and status.

“You had no training before you were thrust into the fire, and even when the old man finally decided to aid you, the training you received was abysmal. Not to mention that you no longer have any trusted allies and have decided that the only way to protect that wretched city was to slowly kill yourself.” He could feel the slight heave of his chest, the burning in his lungs as he forced himself not to yell at this infuriating girl.

When would she open her eyes and see the world for what it truly was? He had thought that being Ladybug would remove her rose colored glasses, but perhaps not. Maybe he should take her on a mission with him, make her see the true colors of this Earth. It was silent again, the whistling of the cold mountain air forcing itself between them.

“I still don’t see how that makes us similar.” She breathed, never looking away from his eyes, her blue eyes as cold as the ice around them.

“ That is not my problem. Perhaps you should start looking at the world as a whole rather than the tiny section you’ve forced yourself to live in all these years.” With those biting words he continued his descent. If she ran, he had no doubts they would find the body soon enough and it would not be his problem. The soft slush of snow behind him was the only tell that she continued following behind him.

__________ The village, though larger than Marinette had expected, was relatively small. As spring began her gentle descent to the valley, winter still kept a tight grip with snow everywhere and biting winds. But despite the cold, the village was still filled with life. Vendors were selling goods from their shops and carts, people filled the streets with large smiles, and small fires were spread around to ensure warmth to those outside.

Marinette nearly jumped out of her skin when a small child nearly ran into her, only barely ducking away. Following the child was an older woman screaming at them in mandarin to return to her side. It was…strange.

She had been kept isolated from the outside world for so long now she forgot what it was like to be surrounded by normal people. When she looked up at the boy, trying to gauge what he thought of the town, she was met with his usual impassiveness. Rolling her eyes she continued to scan her surroundings. Red lanterns were strung all around them, other children were running around with long paper dragons on sticks. Nearly everyone was dressed in their best cheongsams or hanfus. She listened past the chatter of the crowd and heard the bands playing in the distance.

“What day is it?” She asked breathlessly.

Damian looked at her for a moment before replying, “January 29th.”

Marinette almost staggered back. Eight months, she had been gone for over eight months . Not only that, but it was the eve of Chinese New Years. The year of the snake–the year of second chances. Maybe this was a sign. Maybe it meant that she would have a second chance at living in Paris, that she would be found and brought back home while this crazy organization was destroyed.

“Let’s go find some food.” She muttered, her brain still foggy as she followed behind him to a small vendor that was selling spring rolls, Jiaozi, Tangyuan, and more. Dragons, lanterns, and coy colored red and gold decorated the streets. She watched in silent amazement as she spotted dragon dancers move through the streets with the giant replica. Movements so smooth it was like the dragon was made of water.

What she found strange was how everyone they met seemed to pay Damian some sort of deference. All of them looked all too happy to see this boy, and it made her blood boil when she saw mothers telling their children to bow and show this monster their full respect.

They didn’t talk to each other for about two hours as they wandered from place to place, taking in the celebrations and festivities. Marinette mourned the time she had been gone, mourned the fact that she would be spending her first new years far away from her family. Seethed with the knowledge that the only reason she can even celebrate today was because he felt some sort of pity for her. It was disgusting.

“What did you do to these people?” She finally demanded when a man got down on his knees to bow to him.

“I have kept this town alive. They are a good resource and deterrent. They are some of my most important informants, and as such I ensure that they are compensated as such.

“So you buy their loyalty,” she barked.

“Believe what you wish, but I have earned it. I would not waste my funds nor would I put my trust in the city if I did not believe they are loyal to me for loyalty's sake.” How could he always be so calm and composed? She had only seen a small flicker of any other emotion when they were on the stairs. She wanted to see more of it, to draw some kind of reaction from him. Make him feel just as angry as she felt.

“Why did you even bring me here? To taunt me, to assert some sort of dominance over me, to teach me some sort of lesson that I’ll never be free enough to experience this with my family again?” She growled. People turned to look at her, but then turned away, ignoring her completely.

None of these people would help her, she was sure of it. Any hope she had of escaping with their aid vanished when the first person bowed to him like he was their emperor.

“That was not my intention, no.”

“Then what is your oh so noble intention,” she mocked. Her throat burned as held herself back from screaming at him.

“You have been training well and have made great progress. You can consider this as an award.”

“Oh, so now I’m some pet that gets a reward by doing your training.” He didn’t answer her, but she could see the crease in his brow. She was getting to him, she just needed to push a little harder.

“Makes sense, after all I’m just another tool, you only want me for my apparent usefulness to the league.” She bit out, the words tasting like one of Tomoe’s poisons.

“No.” He forced out, a scowl replacing his stoic facade.

“Right. That’s what you first told me, remember? When you uprooted my life, took away charges, and told me directly that I had no choice but to train to become one of your generals.”

He didn’t respond to that, instead taking longer strides down the street, forcing her to almost jog to keep up with him.

“You can’t run from yourself.” He came to a halt where Marinette almost ran into his back from the suddenness of it. The anger frustration she had seen only moments before vanished back behind the icy mask of nothingness.

“One day you will understand that I am not against you. You are still young,” she scoffed, she was nearly an adult, but he ignored her. “You still need time to adjust and see things. But you will not see them solely at the league.

“I will arrange for you to go on a mission in a month's time. When you return, I expect you will at least start to open your eyes to the reality of this world. I am not the villain here. We have the same goal.” Without a pause, he started to walk forward. They didn’t talk to each other for the rest of the day and he had made sure to return to the base before sunset.

The walk was long, with the cold winds and even icer silence that hung between them. When they reached the base he walked back inside, not caring as she stayed in the middle of the now empty training field to watch the distant explosions of color and celebration. Today was a new beginning. She would take her chances. She would be going on a mission in a month from now where she would make her escape, even if it killed her.

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