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storiesforallfandoms · 2 months ago

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important business ~ roman godfrey;hemlock grove

word count: 2362

request?: no

description: she goes to visit him at work, and he decides her visit requires his undivided attention

pairing: roman godfrey x female!reader

warnings: swearing, use of y/n, smut (unprotected p in v, oral f receiving, finger fucking, kind of voyeurism?, praise, multiple orgasms)

masterlist (one, two, three)

The sound of stilettos against the tile floors made Roman’s secretary’s ears perk up. There was only one woman who ever came to the Godfrey Institute.

(Y/N) Godfrey was already smiling as she came around the corner. It would look like a friendly smile to anyone else, it’d be friendly to the Institute employees even, if she wasn’t married to the owner of the company. (Y/N) was nice enough, but she had an intimidation to her as well. And Roman loved her so much that he would fire anyone who so much as upset her even a little.

(Y/N) leaned against the desk. “Hey Anne. Is Roman in? I got a text from him asking me to come by the office.”

“He’s in his office on a phone call,” the secretary, Anne, responded. “I can page him to let him know you’re here.”

“No bother. I’ll see myself in.”

Anyone else would be stopped immediately. No one else was allowed to interrupt Roman under any circumstances. But Anne already knew how this was gonna go. Asking to page Roman was only a formality at this point; a rouse of professionalism on both of their parts.

(Y/N) let herself into Roman’s office. He was sat forward, leaning against his desk with the phone in one hand, pressed against his ear. He glanced up as (Y/N) shut the door behind her. His face gave nothing away, but she knew it was his eyes to look at. They lit up the moment she walked into the room.

“Let me call you back, Paul,” Roman said into the phone. “My wife just got here.”

He hung up before hearing the response. (Y/N) raised a playful eyebrow. “I don’t think he’s going to appreciate you cutting him off like that.”

Roman waved away her comment. “Paul is an idiot who doesn’t know jack shit. Listening to him talk makes my brain melt, so I’ll take whatever excuse there is to not talk to him.”

“So, is that why you texted me? To be an excuse?”

“Of course not.”

Roman extended his arms, gesturing for (Y/N) to come closer. She smiled and crossed the room to him. He turned his desk chair to face (Y/N) as she moved around his desk. Roman wasted no time in pulling her onto his lap, moving her legs to straddle him. She was wearing a deep red dress that was knee length and tight to her body. It rode up her thighs as she sat on Roman’s lap, giving him access to cup her ass cheeks.

Roman’s lips found their way to her neck. Her eyes fluttered at the feeling of his soft lips kissing every inch of her neck. He found her sweet spot at the base of her neck, and began to suck at the sensitive skin. (Y/N) let out a moan. She quickly covered her mouth and pushed away from Roman as she remembered herself.

“Rom, we can’t!” she said. “We’re in your office. What if someone walks in?”

“Fuck ‘em. It’s my company. If they have an issue with me fucking my wife, they can start looking for a new job.”

(Y/N) wanted to be firm. It was definitely a bad idea to have sex in Roman’s office, in a building full of his employees who could walk in at any second. But also, it was incredibly hot to see how nonchalant he was being about wanting to fuck her in his office, as well as the general idea of fucking Roman in his office, was turning her on.

He picked her up suddenly, causing her to exclaim in surprise. He kicked the chair away from the desk and shoved anything in his way onto the floor. He placed (Y/N) onto the desk, shoving her dress up so it was bunched around her hips, completely exposing her lower half to him.

(Y/N) and Roman held eye contact as Roman lowered himself to his knees. She watched as he reached out to the intercom that had managed to stay on his desk. He clicked the speaker button and said, “Anne, cancel whatever I have scheduled for the next hour. Anyone comes looking form, I’m busy.”

Anne’s response came almost immediately, “Yes, Mr. Godfrey.”

“She definitely knows what’s happening now,” (Y/N) said.

“I’ll give her a big fat bonus for Christmas.”

Roman hooked a finger into her panties and pulled them to the side. She shivered as his hot breath hit her core. She was about to tell him not to tease her, but it seemed Roman didn’t intend on leaving her waiting for long. He dove into her like a starved man. His tongue immediately dove into her already wet pussy, darting in and out at a pace that was driving her crazy already. (Y/N) gripped Roman’s hair, still a little slick from the hair gel he had put in that morning.

He ran his tongue from her hole up to her clit. He wrapped his lips around the sensitive nub and began to slowly swirl his tongue around it. (Y/N)’s back arched in pleasure. She was biting her lip to try and stifle her moans. She nearly whimpered when he pulled away.

“Don’t you dare muffle those noises,” he told her. “I want the entire building to hear how good I make you feel.”

As if to punctuate his demand, he slipped a finger into her. (Y/N) gasped at the feeling. Roman smirked, satisfied with the noise. He went back to wrapping his lips around her clit while he fucked his finger in and out of her. It was nearly impossible to muffle herself now. To really make sure he got his request, Roman added a second finger and curled them to touch the spongey spot inside (Y/N).

She threw her head back and cried out Roman’s name so loud he was sure the entire floor could hear her. He smirked against her.

The lewd squishing sounds of Roman finger fucking her mixed with her moans filled the room. All of (Y/N)’s concerns about being heard or caught had disappeared completely. All she could think about was Roman; Roman’s tongue on her clit, Roman’s fingers inside of her, how badly she wanted to feel Roman’s dick stretching her out and fucking her ruthlessly.

“Roman,” she moaned. Her fingers curled tighter against his hair, grabbing at the roots and tugging harshly against his dark locks. Roman moaned into her at the feeling. “F-Fuck, I feel so close already.”

“Cum on my fingers then, baby,” he said. “That’s a good girl, let yourself go.”

Her orgasm ripped through her suddenly. She writhed against Roman’s lips, moaning and panting, Roman’s name slipping from her lips. He lapped at her, letting her ride out her high against his face.

When Roman pulled his fingers from her, she actually whimpered at the loss of contact. He stood from the floor, standing over her. He kept eye contact with her as he brought his two fingers to his mouth and sucked them between his lips. The dull ache of post-orgasm between her legs turned into an ache of desire as she watched him suck his fingers clean of her juices. His mouth and chin were still glistening with her.

He pulled her in for a kiss, and she could even taste herself on his lips. It was taking everything in her power not to rip Roman’s pants off right then and there.

As if reading her mind, Roman pulled away and started to unbuckle his belt. “Turn around and bend over the desk. Take your panties off, too, but leave the dress on.”

(Y/N) quickly did as he demanded. She slid her soaked panties down her legs and tossed them aside onto the office floor. She turned so her back was to Roman and bent herself over his desk, presenting herself to him. She heard the rustling of clothes as he undid his pants and pulled them down. Her heart was pounding with anticipation. She jumped when she felt one of his hands against her hip, then moaned upon feeling the hot head of his cock swiping through her folds. They hardly needed any further lubrication when she was already so wet.

He pushed into her at an agonizingly slow pace. She could feel every inch of him as she stretched out around him, until finally he was completely filling her. (Y/N) moaned at the feeling. Roman reached for one of her hands, intertwining their fingers together. It was a moment of sweetness before she knew what was to come.

Roman gave her just enough time to adjust to being stretched around him before he was ruthlessly pounding into her. The sound of his fingers inside of her had been replaced skin slapping against skin every time he thrusted inwards. With one hand, (Y/N) was still gripping onto Roman’s hand, while the other one was holding onto his desk for support. Not that she thought the desk was going to give much support since it felt like it was about to fall apart at any moment.

Through the haze of lust, (Y/N) managed to giggle at the thought. It was replaced quickly by a gasp when Roman’s other hand found its way to her hair and roughly pulled her off of the desk.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, still roughly fucking into her.

“I-I was thinking about if w-we broke your desk,” she admitted. “It sounds and feels like it may just collapse from under me.”

Roman chuckled at the thought as well. “I guess I’ll just have to get a new, better built desk that can handle just how rough I like to fuck my wife.”

He pushed her back down so that her chest was pressed against the desk again. He put his hand between her shoulder blades, holding her into place. He looked down to watch himself pull out then disappear completely into her. Her ass jiggled every time his pelvic bone met her there. She felt so good, so warm and wet wrapped around him, fitting perfectly around his cock.

There were many things Roman loved about his wife, and one of the top things was how it felt like she was made for him.

The sounds she was making was music to his ears. The feeling of her wrapped around him was heavenly. He never wanted to stop fucking her. If he had a choice - and didn’t have a company to run - he’d spend his days home with her, fucking her in every room of their house, on every surface, until they were both worn.

Roman felt his high creeping up on him. He brushed (Y/N)’s hair off of her face so he could see her. She was positively fucked out, her eyes glazing over with haze and her mouth just hanging open.

“Do you think you can give me one more, baby?” he asked her. “I’m getting close. I want us to cum together.”

She lazily nodded her head. He chuckled. “Do you think you can do it, or do you want my help?”

“No,” she said. “I can do it.”

The hand that wasn’t still holding Roman’s reached between her legs to start rubbing circles into her clit. She could feel him as she pressed on her clit, almost like she was tightening around him. It wasn’t going to take much to make her cum again, but she still quickened her pace so that Roman wasn’t waiting long. Next thing she knew, pressure was building up in her stomach again.

“I’m close,” she breathed.

“Hold on, baby, I’ll tell you when.”

Roman took hold of her hip with one hand, never letting go of her other hand, and thrusted harder. (Y/N) was crying out in pleasure at the feeling of him abusing her g-spot. Through gritted teeth he told her, “Now.”

They let go at the same time, (Y/N) pulsing around him as he coated her walls. He buried himself completely inside of her, making sure not a single drop was wasted. (Y/N) laid her head against the hard wood of Roman’s desk, trying to regulate her breathing.

It wasn’t long before Roman, begrudgingly, had to slip himself from her. He helped her to stand up from the table, although her legs were still shaky. He took her into his arms and brought her to the couch he had in his office so they could both sit down. (Y/N) settled back into Roman’s arms and rested against his chest.

“So this is why you texted me,” she said after a few moments of silence. “So we could fuck in your office.”

His chest vibrated as he laughed. “Can a man not ask to see his wife just because he wants to see her?”

“He can, but the second I walked through the door you were all over me.”

“Can you blame me when you walk in wearing this - “ He pulled at the hem of her dress, which she had almost forgot she was wearing. “ - looking so fucking sexy?”

She giggled as she snuggled further into his chest. “I guess it is partially my fault. Especially when my plan was to walk in here and get your attention dressed like this.”

“You always have my attention. This definitely helped though.”

They both laughed. Roman kissed the top of (Y/N)’s head. She moved so she was facing him and could kiss his lips.

“How much time do you think we have?” she asked him. “Since you asked Anne to clear your schedule for an hour.”

He shrugged. “I’m not sure. It definitely hasn’t been a full hour.”

“Well, let’s use the rest of that time wisely.”

Before he could ask what she meant, (Y/N) was moving to the floor to kneel between Roman’s legs. He smiled, putting his hands behind his head as he watched her pull his still unbuttoned pants down again.

Oh yeah, I am the luckiest son of a bitch in the world.

#roman godfrey #roman godfrey x reader #roman godfrey imagine #roman godfrey smut #bill skarsgard #bill skarsgard x reader #bill skarsgard imagine #bill skarsgard smut #hemlock grove #imagine #one shot #smut #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

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fractualized · 8 months ago

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A while ago I got under someone's skin for referencing Joker's surprising delayed reaction to killing Jason Todd, and since then I've been thinking it's worth digging into as an interesting element of Joker's characterization.

Of course, first thing's first: Jason's murder in Batman (1940) #427, as originally presented in 1988.

Jason has just reconnected with his biological mother, Sheila Haywood, at a famine relief camp in Ethiopia— and he's discovered that Joker is blackmailing her with information about her criminal past. She gets him truckloads of medical supplies to sell on the black market, and Joker restocks the trucks with toxin. While Bruce races to stop a tampered truck, Jason decides to help his mother on his own. When he discloses he's Robin, however, Sheila betrays him to Joker, not only to stay on Joker's good side but because she's actually been embezzling money from the organization she works for this whole time. She's afraid an investigation prompted by Batman and Robin's appearance would expose this fact.

So Sheila stands by as Jason is felled by Joker and his goons, and then the crowbarring starts.

It's bad! When we return later, Jason is presumably dead.

While Joker isn't shocked that he's murdered a child, he does have an unexpected reaction to Sheila's point. He hadn't really been thinking about what he was doing, implying that he hadn't intended to kill Jason. He just got carried away, whoopsie! He didn't do this to get at Batman; he wasn't thinking about Batman at all. Now, however, he's concerned about how Batman will react.

Joker thinks Jason is already dead. The purpose of the bomb is to get rid of the evidence of his involvement, including Sheila. Joker is not broken up about what he did, but he does have a sense that he's gone a step too far and he doesn't want Batman to know about it. At least for now!

In the end, while Jason wakes and he and his mother try to save each other, they're trapped in the warehouse when the bomb goes off. Bruce makes it back only in time to find a dying Sheila, who tells him it was Joker. When Bruce finds Jason, Jason gets no last words. He's already dead, and Bruce is devastated.

A clue from Joker leads Bruce to the United Nations in New York, and there, infamously, Bruce learns that Joker has been made the ambassador from Iran. Joker is now protected from prosecution, and Batman going after him risks an international incident. Bruce still very much wants to, but Superman stops him.

Well, mostly Superman. I recommend reading Batman #429 to see Bruce's full thought process on this. He is furious and constantly thinking about finally ending Joker— but he also questions his mental state. He still wonders if he can hold Joker responsible if he believes Joker is insane. He uses phrases like "what happened to Jason" like it was a natural disaster, not murder. He even confronts Joker to give him one last chance to turn himself in to Arkham Asylum. Bruce is in a kind of denial, still grabbing at how things usually go.

But back to Joker. Evidently, he's no longer worried that Batman will find out he killed Robin. Joker admits to it immediately.

I assume Joker realized there was no point in denying it. Is Batman going to think it's a coincidence that Robin got blown up when Joker was around? Though Bruce does say it's Joker's taunts that 100% confirm for him that the clown was responsible, pointing again to Bruce still grasping for reasons to not break his rule in his grief.

By the end of the issue, Joker has naturally tried to kill the entire United Nations assembly, which instantly made him free game. So Bruce pursues him to a helicopter, and an in-air scuffle ensues in which Bruce explicitly prevents Joker from being killed by friendly fire, evidently so he can decide how Joker will die. Bruce jumps out of the helicopter, abandoning Joker to a fiery crash. However, despite Bruce's (supposed) intentions, Joker's body is nowhere to be found. The clown lives!

So that's it, right? Joker felt some unease about killing Jason initially, but in a short time, he was happy to gloat about it to Batman's face.

But when Joker reappears in Batman #450, in 1990, he is not triumphant. He's holed up in a dilapidated building, where he learns someone is impersonating him.

How often do we see Joker upset by murders? When the story returns to him, we learn more about his mental state.

With all of Joker's cackling glee at the things he's done, coming close to actual death in the helicopter crash has jarred him— and not just the crash, but the murder that led to it. He recoils from the memory of what he did to Jason. It's why he can't see the joke anymore. It's set apart from his previous crimes. It's too far.

Which is not at all to say that Joker is completely broken up about Jason. By the end of #450, he rallies and sets out to go after his copycat and restore his reputation to his liking.

In Batman #451, though, Joker is still plagued by doubts along the way.

Even when he overcomes those doubts, claiming the mantle as the one and only Joker when his copycat dies by falling into acid, Joker challenges Gordon to finally kill him. It's reminiscent of The Killing Joke, the first time Joker went too far. But like TKJ, Gordon and Batman decide to get Joker back to Arkham against their more vengeful instincts.

Joker's also decided Arkham is just what he needs. Outside, he's plagued by the reality of what he's done; in Arkham, he can settle back into his insanity and stop caring about it again.

So after that, Joker has no second thoughts about killing Jason, right? After all, he largely references the murder in callous terms. In-universe this makes sense as Joker revising history in his own head, particularly as more stories portray his effort to be more monster than man. Monsters don't have qualms about murder! But this is comics, so we can also presume that not all Joker writers know or remember #450/451, which I think is a shame. I find stories in which Joker expresses even just a degree of vulnerability to be more interesting than those where he's just mwahaha evil.

I have seen a few other bat stories bring some nuance into Joker's perception of Jason's death, though.

First up is the particularly nuanced "Fool's Errand" in Detective Comics (1937) #726, published in 1998. Bruce visits Joker in Arkham to get information on how to find a kidnapped girl who's running out of time. It just so happens Joker arranged this kidnapping for a particular day.

I strongly recommend this issue for batjokes fans, as it revolves around Joker talking the case through with Batman in his cell to help him figure out more clues to a crime Joker himself planned. Even with Bruce beating Joker up, the conversational tone feels almost friendly. They're just doing their usual thing.

Well, sort of. Bruce has already said he's not in the mood, and he interrupts their conversation to say so again.

Joker could insist that Batman stay and keep playing the game, and needle him for being unwilling to merely talk to Joker to rescue this child. Instead, Joker gives up her location.

And Bruce does come back as predicted.

So that was Joker's nefarious plan. He wanted to restore some hope to Bruce's cynical soul to be sure that his future failures would hurt even more. But it sure seems the middle didn't go the way Joker expected, when he recognized Batman just wasn't going to play the game as usual.

Joker doesn't jump into taunting. He doesn't answer Bruce at first. He's withdrawn and reflective. He's got something else on his mind on this anniversary of the second Robin's death, and he knows that Bruce does, too. Perhaps not forcing Batman to play was a small gesture, acknowledging the difficulty of the day, remembering how things changed. And what does that gesture cost Joker when he still gets the outcome he wants?

Second example is actually also called "Fool's Errand," this one from Robin (1993) #85, published in 2001. This is a fun one in which Joker discusses his interactions and frustrations with the Robins.

But while Joker indicates more than once that he wants to fight Batsy alone, after he talks about killing Jason, this is the next page:

Joker does not then say he was relieved when another Robin showed up, but still. He's acknowledged again that when he murdered Jason, things were not right. As angry as the birdies make him, they're a key component in the game.

Then we come back to "Once More, With Feeling!" in Harley Quinn (2000) #25, from 2002. Harley's been playing double-agent against Batman with Joker, and she and Joker have this exchange.

Joker typically makes light of murdering Robin, but it seems that when he's with just about his only confidante, he lets other feelings about it burst out.

There's also a flashback to DitF in Batman: Gotham Knights #44 in 2003. We get an exchange between Bruce and Joker before Bruce jumps out of the helicopter.

Joker laughs as the helicopter dives, ready to die, but before that, he seems resigned. He doesn't throw in a real dig about murdering Jason, and he doesn't gloat that he's finally gotten Batman to kill him. He acknowledges he crossed a line.

Lastly, there's a 2006 exchange between, well, Joker and Jason himself in "All They Do is Watch Us Kill, Part 2" as part of Under the Red Hood in Batman (1940) #649. Jason has kidnapped Joker as batbait, and when Joker needles him, Jason needles him back.

Joker regularly extolls his own crimes, but suddenly one of his victims mockingly accuses him of putting up a front, of not being as coldhearted and untouchable as he wants to seem. Maybe Joker does doubt what he's doing and retreats under the cover of madness so he doesn't have to think about it— just as he did in Batman #451.

I'm not sure if there are other examples of Joker expressing anything but mocking glee about Jason's death. I do know of times he's shown a sort of fondness for Jason (such as in The Man Who Stopped Laughing #4, Gotham War: Red Hood #2, Suicide Squad: Get Joker #3), but that's not really the same thing. Joker could've seen Red Hood as his and Batman's Frankenstein child without feeling any squeamishness about killing him in the first place.

But if anyone knows of any other moments where Joker does not act like killing Jason is absolutely his most favorite thing he ever did, do share!

#joker #jason todd #my jibber-jabber

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qwimblenorrisstan · 4 months ago

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ParkRanger!Reader and Hybrid!141 Hc’s

This can really be interpreted as platonic or romantic, depending on how you look at it, but I just think it would be hilarious to be a fire lookout or one of those people who stays in the tall towers in a park for months on end.

Sure, maybe some of the wildlife was a bit too friendly, but that was just normal, right?

Like that burly bear that lived in a cave nearby, occasionally migrating, but never attacking you when you accidentally crossed its path. It got along oddly well with the other wildlife, well, except for the other male bears, who seemed to not respect its territory. You’d nicknamed it “Price”, because of how much money the park had to pay each year due to the bear mauling the electrical system sometimes.

Or the buck that would wander around sometimes, one of the prettiest deer you’d ever seen in all honesty. It was a wonder it hadn’t been devoured by some other animal yet. But it would sometimes let you give it secret little pets, even if the park discouraged any interaction with wildlife. You’d nicknamed it “Gaz”, because of the incident where it had gotten into a barrel of gas for your generator, and you’d had to rush it to a local vet.

The shaggy stray wolf that hung around was a bit odd, too. Blond fur hidden underneath grey and black patches, with keen eyes that you seldom noticed before it moved. It never let you pet it, but sometimes in the middle of the night, you’d be out on a trail, and you both would catch eyes. Or it would give little growls in warning to you, of whatever else lurked these woods. You’d nicknamed it “Ghost”, for obvious reasons.

And last, but certainly not least of your strange menagerie of animals, was the honey badger. It looked normal, other than some strange spots of hair sticking up that looked like some larger animal had tried to groom it. It snarled at anything, but as long as you didn’t get too close, it would happily trail behind you on whatever path you were taking for work. It was mischievous too, getting into your food and belongings in your backpack. You’d nicknamed it “Soap”, because, in the middle of the night, you’d woken up to find the thing in your tower, drinking some liquid soap. It had run before you’d gotten it to a vet but seemed fine a few days later.

Your odd little group of animal friends seemed weird, obviously, but you’d just chalked it up to them being exposed to park rangers and humans more often than normal wildlife. That was, until, one night you went out late to fix your generator that had run out of gas, only to hear footsteps crunching behind you, and whirling just in time to see a middle-aged man you’d given a fine earlier for setting off fireworks in the forest, holding a thick log, ready to smack you with it.

Rather, he was going to smack you with it, before he was tackled to the ground, and multiple fists began beating him into the dirt.

You stood there, dumbfounded, watching as four men, bare as the day they were born, slowly got off the unconscious man’s body.

One shorter man with a mohawk, one pretty one with browned skin, a taller one with a gruff beard, and the tallest, a grumpy-looking man who was built like a brick wall. They stared back, at least moving to cover themselves for your sake before the man with a mohawk and a stupid grin on his face spoke.

“Been wanton’ to bea’ his head in for a while.”

His chin jerked to the unconscious man, now bleeding everywhere in the grass.

You sighed, knowing that you were in for a long night.

(might write a fic for this?? lmk if I should)

#writers on tumblr #cod fanfic #cod x reader #cod mwii #johnny soap mactavish #soap call of duty #soap x reader #soap cod #simon ghost x reader #simon riley #simon ghost riley #call of duty #captian price #captian john price #gaz x reader #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick

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spawnofbhaal · 6 months ago

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A take I've been seeing at times (which is valid, people interpret things differently) is that Rook will know the "real" Solas more than the Inquisitor did (even a romanced Lavellan) and . . . I personally don't agree. Solas the god is just as much of a mask as "I'm a simple apostate" Solas. Solas' followers in Tevinter Nights and the comics know him as Fen'Harel, but they don't know him as a person. Iirc in one of the comics (the Blue Wraith or Magekiller series maybe?) a follower of his calls him "master," which is anathema to everything Solas believes in. How much your character (Inquisitor or presumably Rook) gets to know the real him depends on the effort they put into it and the empathy they show him.

Also, the circumstances of Inquisition facilitate Solas being able to show his true personality quite well. He *has* to interact with people rather than distancing himself from them the way he did before the Conclave and after Corypheus' defeat; he is exposed to views that differ from his that he can't resist speaking against; he can form true connections with others he befriends or falls in love with. He tells romanced Lavellan they saw more of him than most, and that he would not romance them under false pretenses and pretend to be someone he isn't. I take these statements at face value because I think his writer is trying to tell us Solas is genuine with romanced Lavellan (as they have said to fans in the past). The man who loves telling stories, who hates tea and loves frilly cakes, who kisses with tongue, who lights his own coat on fire sometimes, that is the real Solas. The Inquisitor just has to pay attention to see it.

While someone's history is an important part of who they are, and I'm sure we will discover a lot about Solas' past in Veilguard, a person is also not entirely defined by their history. Solas' past and present godlike power is also not what defines him as a person. The impression I got from Trespasser is that even though Fen'Harel is an important part of who Solas is, at the center of it all, he's just a man. Fen'Harel was a title forced upon him, as Inquisitor was forced on our protagonist. I don't think Solas' entire personality is going to change just because he's taken on the mantle of Fen'Harel again now. And I don't think he will be entirely transparent with Rook, not unless they work hard for his trust over the course of the game. I actually expect Solas to start off as more cold and closed off than in DAI because he isn't in a situation where he has to act friendly.

I somewhat resent the implication that Solas as he has already shown himself to be in DAI is not the real Solas, that romanced!Lavellan only loves him as the apostate hobo when the whole point of the romance is Lavellan seeing past the disguise. And Lavellan learns the truth of him being Fen'Harel in Trespasser (Lavellan can even piece it together by themselves before they confront Solas!!!) and can still be in love with him ("If you had just told me;" "I loved you. Did you really think I wouldn't have understood?"; "I would have had you trust me"). Honestly, I think that's why the romance works at all: Solas was in a situation where he could show his genuine personality, and that's what Lavellan falls in love with. Not an idealized humble woodsman, nor a powerful godlike being, but a flawed, conflicted person. I don't know how it gets more "real" than that.

#dragon age #solavellan #dai spoilers #i'm not trying to be a hater i just don't like seeing the solas and high approval inky relationship minimized like it doesn't mean anything #i ramble about the romance but the friendship is really important too #and the devs saying the Inquisitor and Solas' stories are “tied together” makes me think their relationship has an actual point #long post #solas

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docholligay · 2 months ago

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I can't express enough how much having connections in your PHYSICAL, LOCAL community will help protect you. This is true always, but bears repeating right now.

People who care about you, a person they look at, will make small (and large!) Moves to help you.

I was fired years ago for being gay. You know who worked to find me something quickly? A guy who routinely voted for that kind of thing to be legal but LIKED ME PERSONALLY. We weren't even close, we just chatted all the time casually. But he thought I was friendly and funny and he didn't like me PERSONALLY getting fucked over.

"Doc i refuse to engage socially with people who would vote for their own anxieties over my freedoms" cool, this is advice, not a commandment. Do what you will.

But I've lived a lot of life, and people liking me, who can physically help me out, is probably why I'm here today. It's how my great grandparents survived. It's how my grandfather got out of front line work in the military--a general LIKED him when they met . I'm talking to a lawyer who is currently being talked into helping jill and I close up leaks that might be exposed if our marriage is dissolved.

Cultivation of a large personal acquaintance list is also a kind of survival.

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newobsessionweekly · 7 months ago

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Fire and fight

Main masterlist | The Rookie masterlist

Crossover 911 x The Rookie

Tim Bradford x Buckley!firefighter!reader

Evan "Buck" Buckley x sister!reader

Summary: Tim finds out about the illegal fights and the complicity of your brother and Eddie.

Angst to fluff

Warnings: violence, injuries, illegal activities, not proofread yet

A/N: A little crossover, but it's absolutely safe to read it if you didn't watch 911. Had a little time to spear due to my excruciating back pain that forced me to stay in bed for 2 days (I didn't stay in bed, was just an excuse to not study, yesterday I deep cleaned my whole house + cooked)

Requested: no

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You sit at the worn wooden table in the firehouse, the sounds of laughter and friendly banter filling the air around you. Tim's presence beside you is both comforting and electrifying, his rugged charm and unwavering support a constant in your chaotic world.

You steal a glance at him, admiring the way his eyes crinkle at the corners when he laughs, the way his hand brushes against yours in a subtle yet intimate gesture. You can't help but feel a surge of affection for the man who's become such an integral part of your life.

Despite the lively atmosphere, your mind drifts to the weight of the recent calls you've faced, the images of destruction and loss still fresh in your memory.

You've been together for months now, and though he knows you well, there are parts of yourself you've kept hidden, afraid to expose the darkness that sometimes consumes you.

As the team shares stories and jokes over lunch, Tim's eyes linger on you, his gaze filled with a mixture of adoration and concern.

"You seem distant today," he remarks softly, his hand finding yours under the table. "Everything okay?"

You force a smile, not wanting to burden him with the weight of your troubles.

"Just tired," you reply, squeezing his hand in reassurance. "It's been a rough week."

Tim nods understandingly, his thumb tracing soothing circles on the back of your hand.

"Well, if you need anything, you know I'm here for you, right?"

You nod gratefully, feeling a rush of warmth at his words. Despite your best efforts to keep him at arm's length, Tim has a way of breaking down your defenses and seeing straight through to the heart of you. It both terrifies and exhilarates you, this vulnerability you share with him.

Tim leans in closer to you, his lips brushing against your ear.

"Hey, I was thinking," he murmurs, his breath sending shivers down your spine. "Why don't you sleep over tonight? Just the two of us."

Panic grips you, and you cast a desperate glance at Eddie, your close friend and confidant, silently pleading for help. Eddie meets your gaze with a knowing look, nodding subtly as if to say, 'Go ahead, I've got your back.'

Summoning a smile, you turn back to Tim. "I'd love to, but I promised Eddie I'd help him with Christopher tonight," you lie, the words tasting bitter on your tongue.

Eddie, who was sitting across from you, shook his head subtly before joining your lie.

"And I really appreciate it, Y/N. Thank you."

Tim's disappointment is palpable, and you feel a pang of guilt knowing you're the cause. Lately, it feels like you haven't had much time for each other, your duties pulling you in different directions. But you can't bring yourself to tell him the truth, to let him see the vulnerability lurking beneath your facade.

He gives your hand a gentle squeeze under the table, his eyes filled with understanding.

"It's okay," he says softly, "We'll figure this out."

As the lunch break nears its end, Tim's gaze meets yours with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. His hand finds its way to your cheek, his touch gentle yet firm, anchoring you in the present moment. There's a raw vulnerability in his eyes, a silent plea for understanding and acceptance.

"Be safe, okay?" he whispers, his voice a soft caress against your skin.

And then, in a moment of unspoken longing, he leans in, his lips brushing against yours with a tenderness that steals your breath away. Time seems to stand still as the world falls away, leaving only the two of you suspended in a bubble of warmth and intimacy.

The kiss is sweet and gentle, yet filled with a depth of emotion that words could never convey. It's a silent exchange of love and reassurance, a promise to weather whatever storms may come your way. In that fleeting moment, you feel a sense of belonging wash over you, as if all the pieces of your fractured soul have finally found their home.

As Tim pulls away, his eyes meet yours with a mixture of tenderness and longing. It's a bittersweet moment, filled with the promise of what could be and the uncertainty of what lies ahead. But in that moment, all that matters is the warmth of his touch and the softness of his lips.

His forehead rests against yours, and you can see the love and concern in his eyes.

"You be safe too," you whisper.

As Tim leaves for patrol again, you watch him go with a heavy heart. The minute he’s out of sight, Eddie and Buck approach you with serious expressions. Eddie's arm is a solid, reassuring presence at your back as they guide you to the lockers, closing the glass door behind them. Their grave looks make your stomach churn.

Eddie is the first to speak, his voice tinged with frustration.

"I don't like this, Y/N. Lying for you, especially to Tim. He deserves to know what's going on."

Buck crosses his arms, his brows furrowed with concern.

"Seriously, you need to stop this. All of it. Think about what will happen when he finds out. I'm not sure which one he'll kill first."

You shake your head, trying to brush off their worries.

"If he finds out. And he will not, trust me."

Eddie steps closer, his eyes searching yours with a mix of anger and concern.

"How long do you think it'll take before he sees the bruises, huh? Dammit, Y/N, I see them."

You swallow hard, feeling a lump form in your throat.

"You see them because you know where to look."

Buck's voice softens, though his frustration is still evident.

"Tim's a cop, sis. A very good one if you didn't notice. He will find out and when he does—"

Before he can finish, the fire alarm blares through the station, cutting off the conversation. The familiar rush of adrenaline surges through you as the call to action drowns out everything else. You all move quickly, your argument momentarily forgotten as you slip into firefighter mode.

Eddie gives you a lingering look, his eyes filled with unspoken words, before he turns to head to the engine. Buck places a reassuring hand on your shoulder, squeezing lightly.

"We'll talk about this later," he says, his tone softer but still firm.

The end of the shift arrives like a welcome reprieve, but for you, it's just the beginning of another battle. Driving to the location of the illegal fights, your mind races with a mixture of determination and apprehension. The sight of Eddie's and Buck's cars parked nearby only fuels the fire burning within you as you approach them, your steps heavy with pent-up frustration.

"What are you doing here?" you demand, your voice tight with simmering anger as you confront them.

"Making sure you're okay," Eddie meets your gaze and furrows his brows as he speaks. "I don't want to see Bradford angry. He scares the shit out of me when he's happy..."

Your jaw clenches at the mention of Tim, your thoughts momentarily drifting to the repercussions of him discovering your secret. Pushing those thoughts aside, you shake your head stubbornly.

"I'll be fine, don't worry."

Grabbing a beer from a nearby cooler, you plop down on the trunk of a car, Eddie and Buck flanking you on either side. You crack open the beer and take a long sip, the cool liquid doing little to quell the fire burning inside you.

Buck leans in close, his voice a hushed whisper. "You need to quit these fights, Y/N. It's not worth it."

Eddie nods in agreement, "We're worried about you."

You take a long swig of your beer, the liquid burning a path down your throat.

"I can take care of myself," you mutter.

But Buck's frustration is palpable as he reaches out to grasp your hand.

"We know you can, but this isn't the way to prove it. You're risking your life for what?"

You pull away from his touch, your gaze hardening.

"It's none of your business," you retort, your tone sharp with irritation. "I don't need you to babysit me."

As your name echoes on their lips, the crowd erupts into cheers, their voices blending into a deafening roar as you step into the center of the makeshift ring. Surrounded by eager spectators, you feel the weight of their expectations bearing down on you, fueling the fire that burns within.

Your brother and Eddie watch you from the sidelines, their expressions etched with concern as you face off against your opponent, a behemoth of a man twice your size and weight.

Within the perimeter, surrounded by the thunderous cheers of the crowd, you allow your thoughts to drift away, consumed by the adrenaline coursing through your veins. With each stretch of your limbs, the tension in your muscles tightens, fueling your determination to win.

The fight begins, and you move with a fluidity and grace that belies your size. You dodge and weave, your movements swift and precise as you deliver blows with calculated precision. But the man before you is relentless, his attacks coming fast and furious, each strike leaving a mark.

Blood trickles down your face, the metallic taste lingering on your tongue as you fight back with renewed strength. Your fists fly, each punch landing with a satisfying thud as you refuse to back down. The intensity of the battle is palpable, the air crackling with electricity as you and your opponent trade blows.

In the midst of the chaos, a sense of euphoria washes over you, a rush of exhilaration that eclipses the pain. For a fleeting moment, you feel alive, untethered from the burdens that weigh you down. In that moment, there is only the fight, and the sheer joy of testing your limits.

Your brother's concern etches lines of worry across his forehead as he watches the fight unfold, his eyes darting between you and the towering opponent.

"We should stop her," he insists.

But Eddie shakes his head "It's too late now," he replies, "They have to finish the fight."

Buck hesitates, his hand hovering over his phone as he weighs the consequences of calling your boyfriend. "I'll call Tim," he decides finally.

"Wait, Buck. Think about this." Eddie reaches out, his hand closing around Buck's wrist. "She'll hate us."

Buck hesitates for a moment, weighing his options, before relenting. "Tim's the only one who can talk her out of this," he says, determination in his voice as he dials the number. "She'll thank me later."

Tim arrives shortly after Buck's call, his expression a mask of concern and frustration as he rushes to your side. He had been about to clock out and change when Buck's urgent call came through, his mind racing with worst-case scenarios as he drove the streets to reach the location.

When he sees you, battered and bruised, a pang of heartache grips him. He's torn between wanting to hold you close and shake some sense into you. The sight of your pain is unbearable, and he struggles to contain his emotions as he approaches.

You're taking a break, sipping from a beer while Eddie inspects your wounds, his brow furrowed in concern. Though nothing serious, the bruises will leave their marks.

Despite the pain, you're all smiles and pride, reveling in the thrill of the fight. But when you catch sight of Tim, the smile fades from your face, replaced by a look of guilt.

"Tim?" you say, your voice barely above a whisper as you search his eyes. "What are you doing here?"

Tim's heart clenches at the sight of you, the blood and bruises marring your once flawless skin a stark reminder of the danger you willingly put yourself in.

"No, what are you doing here, Y/N?" he retorts,"What are you thinking? How can you be so reckless?"

"I'm not reckless," you protest, "I like it."

"Look at yourself, Y/N," he implores, his gaze softening. "Do you like what you see? Is this really what you want?"

Before you can respond, the break is over, and the announcer calls your names, signaling the start of the fight once more.

"Gotta go."

Tim watches helplessly as you disappear into the crowd, a sinking feeling settling in the pit of his stomach. Despite his love for you, he knows he can't force you to change, can't protect you from the dangers you willingly face. And as he watches you disappear from view, his heart breaks a little more with each step you take away from him.

As you return to the center of the 'ring', determination burns bright in your eyes, fueled by a desperate need to prove to Tim that you're not in over your head. You know what you're doing, and you're determined to show him that you can handle yourself.

The crowd roars with anticipation as the fight resumes, but this time, you're ready. Every movement is calculated, every strike precise as you weave and dodge with a grace that belies your size. You're quicker, sharper, and more focused than ever before, fueled by a burning desire to prove your worth.

Buck's voice breaks through the chaos, his concern evident as he turns to Tim. "Why don't you stop her, man?" he asks, his eyes pleading for action.

But Tim shakes his head, his gaze fixed on you with a mix of pride and worry. "She hates you for calling me," he replies, his voice tinged with resignation. "No need to have her hate me too."

Eddie chuckles at their exchange, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Told you," he remarks, watching Buck with amusement.

As the fight reaches its climax, you find yourself on top, your opponent unable to keep up with your skill and determination. With one final, decisive blow, you send him sprawling to the ground, the crowd erupting into cheers as you emerge victorious.

As you collect your winnings from the bet, you make your way back to the three men, their concern palpable as they guide you to their cars.

Eddie pulls out the first aid kit, his hands gentle as he cleans up your wounds, his gaze soft with sympathy.

But it's Tim who captures your attention, his arms crossed over his chest, his expression unreadable. You meet his gaze, searching for some sign of understanding, of acceptance, but all you find is disappointment.

In that moment, as you stand before him battered and bruised yet still standing tall, Tim's heart aches with a fierce love for you. He knows he can't protect you from every danger, but he'll be damned if he doesn't try. And as he watches you, his resolve only strengthens, determined to be there for you no matter what.

As Tim pulls out his phone and dials Lucy's number, you can't help but feel a sense of dread creeping over you.

"What are you doing?"

Tim ignores you, his focus on the phone call as he speaks in hushed tones. When he finally hangs up, his expression is grave as he turns to Buck and Eddie, who have finished cleaning up your face.

"Chen's taking a night shift. Can you stay here and make sure no one leaves before the cops arrive?" he asks.

Buck nods solemnly. "Yeah, man. Sure."

You feel defeated as you watch the exchange, knowing that Tim's disappointment is palpable. "Tim..." you start, your voice trailing off as you search for some way to reach him.

But Tim turns away from you, his heart breaking at the sight of your face. "I'm not talking to you now," he says quietly.

Turning back to Buck and Eddie, he issues his final instructions. "Chen will call you when they're close. You leave this place immediately. Understood?"

Buck and Eddie nod in agreement, their expressions somber as they prepare to carry out Tim's orders. As they make their way back, you remain seated on the trunk, swinging your feet like a child who knows they're in trouble.

Tim closes the distance between you, kneeling before you with a tenderness that breaks your heart all over again. Cupping your cheek with one hand, he leans in and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead.

"Come on, baby," he murmurs, his voice soft with tenderness. "You're coming home with me."

You nod silently, too defeated to argue. Climbing into your car, you follow Tim back to his place.

Tim closes the door behind you, his expression unreadable as he watches you from across the room. Sitting in the middle of the room, you feel like a child who knows she's in trouble, awaiting her punishment with bated breath.

Tim's hand rests gently at your lower back as he guides you to the couch, his touch both comforting and protective. As you settle onto the cushions, a sense of unease settles over you, your heart heavy with guilt and apprehension.

"Are you mad at me?" you finally muster the courage to ask.

Tim's expression softens as he looks into your eyes, his love for you shining through the worry and frustration.

"No, baby," he replies, his voice gentle. "I'm not mad at you. I'm just worried about you. I don't want to lose you."

He takes a deep breath, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin as he struggles to put his feelings into words.

"I don't want to lose you," he admits, "I fear enough when you're out on calls, taking unnecessary risks with Buck to save lives. I don't need to worry about your safety off-duty, too, especially when you're doing something as dangerous as that."

You listen quietly, absorbing his words as he speaks.

"But why?" he asks, his voice pleading. "Why do you do this?"

You hesitate for a moment, grappling with the weight of his question before finally finding the words to respond.

"It's extra money," you admit, your voice tinged with resignation. "And it helps me. When I'm out there, I don't have to think about anything. No more problems, no more pain. And when I win, it's the best feeling in the world."

Tim's heart aches at your words, the pain of knowing that you're seeking solace in something so dangerous. He reaches out, taking your hand in his, his touch warm and reassuring.

"But, baby," he murmurs, his voice filled with love and concern. "Those fights are not good or fun. And you shouldn't have to risk your life to find peace. I'm here for you. Always."

His words wash over you like a wave of warmth, enveloping you in a cocoon of love and protection. In that moment, you realize just how lucky you are to have him by your side, a constant source of strength and support in a world filled with uncertainty.

Tim's expression softens as he looks at you, his eyes filled with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine.

"If you really want to fight, you can do it with me," he offers, his voice laced with a mixture of playfulness and determination. "I know a thing or two about that. I might even let you win, but only if it means keeping you safe."

His words, though tinged with playful jest, carry a weight of sincerity that fills your heart with warmth. You feel the depth of his love for you in every word, in every touch, and you're overwhelmed by a rush of emotion.

"But seriously, Y/N," he continues, his voice soft but resolute. "You need to stop doing this. I love you, and I can't bear to see you getting hurt again. It kills me to see you like this."

"Wait," you whisper, your voice trembling slightly. "You love me?"

Tim's smile widens as he reaches out to cup your cheeks, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. "Of course I do, baby," he murmurs, "I love you. Even though you drive me insane and make me worry about you every second."

A smile tugs at your lips as you meet his gaze, a warmth spreading through you at the realization of his feelings. "I love you, Tim," you confess.

"But was it really necessary to call Lucy?"

Tim chuckles, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I am a cop, after all," he replies, his tone playful. "I couldn't just walk away from that. And besides," he adds with a teasing smile, "I didn't have enough cuffs for everyone. Just for you."

You play along, a playful twinkle in your eye. "Oh, you gonna arrest me, Officer Bradford?" you tease, a smirk playing on your lips.

Tim leans in closer, his lips hovering just inches from yours. "I have something else in mind," he whispers, his voice husky with desire. "And cuffs might just help."

His words send a shiver down your spine, and as you lean in to kiss him, you're filled with a sense of warmth and belonging that only he can provide.

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andcars · 4 months ago

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★ 𝗣𝗨𝗕𝗟𝗜𝗖 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘𝗦 maxiel , rbr x vcarb admins au

THE RBR AND VCARB admins have been getting real friendly on social media recently . the fans very much notice it

TAGS . . . # daniel ricciardo/max verstappen , alternate universe — not racing drivers , max is the red bull racing social media admin , daniel is the visa cashapp rb social media admin , established relationship , outsiders pov , slight suggestive content FIC STYLE. . . # social media au (twitter , instagram , tiktok )

— this one is dedicated to my baba <3 might continue this as a series

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dannyricciardo Who will I be tonight... 🤔🤫 #VCARB #thatsthequestion #lol

sebbettel NOW... WHY IS BRO HOT

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lexandra_tbh REDBULL ADMIN REVEAL WHEN!?!

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justinn_case Does he go to the races as well?

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emrac3 FUCK OFF I WATCHED HIS VIDEO BEFORE

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dannyricciardo🤣 Yeah... Fuck Redbull (👀)

bearmansbear WHAT DOES THAT MEAN

realnamegucci lolll why'd you expose yourself like that

dannyricciardo Don't wanna join in?

realnamegucci not trynna get myself fired mate

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Had a nice vacation! Work 💪

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realnamegucci why do u look like that

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realnamegucci fucking idiot hahahah

multiplyer ???? MY STALKING IS NOT IN VEIN

victoriaverstappen Bring my brother next time, he sulks too much

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dannyricciardo @ victoriaverstappen Duty noted 🫡

kennybeer Who's here after the TikTok reveal 👀

ubercrashesinf1 holy shit bro is Really fucking hot

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fun stream today 👍 sorry had to leave early guys

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dannyricciardo I was sad when it ended but became happy when I remembered you're coming to me ♥

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multiplyer the flirting is crazy i'm going to find something i know it

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My favourite part of working

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jarnoopmeer Calling HR for this

realnamegucci lost focus and had a workplace relationship? lol

realnamegucci i told you not to post that picture!

dannyricciardo I can't when my boyfriend looks this good 🤩

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multiplyer can't believe it took me to 2019 to find this picture

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Didn't mean to reveal you, @ realnamegucci but... I always did want to show you off to the world ♥ ♥

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realnamegucci if i get fired for this it's your fault

dannyricciardo Maxy, pretty sure everyone knows we are deeply in love

realnamegucci i didn't... hahaha 🧡

ubercrashesinf1 @ multiplyer is the real goat in this

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cherryfennec · 1 year ago

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On the topic of Power-Ups, let's talk Fire Flower (personal headcanons under cut)!

The Fire Flower is one of, if not, the most known Power-Up from what I've seen. Even though I'm quite a fan of it myself I'll admit I never thought too much about it. So after giving it a good thought here's what I got:

General headcanons;

Fire Flowers are very adaptable plants, however they naturally originate from the Darklands, which so happen to be where they grow the most. The heat eminating from the magma is perfect for them to thrive during the initial stages. Since wielding fire isn't too rare of an ability for Koopas (more specifically some of the subspecies of Koopas) they're mostly perceived as weeds, so it's not much of an issue if someone plucks them. Unless you're an outsider. Something might be considered useless but it's a problem if the enemy wants to exploit it. Because of this a bunch of the main fields will have patrols just in case a mustachioed human, or two, happen to be sent to collect a supply. They usually consist of Fire Bros who protect and even tend to the flowers. Rumours say that with some luck it's possible for a normal Koopa to inherit fire abilities after being exposed to a Fire Flower for extended periods of time but it hasn't been scientifically confirmed.

The Fire Flower is a multiple use Power-Up. Once activated it lends it's energy to a single user, then proceeds to hibernate and slowly regain heat overtime. The process can be sped up exponentially by placing the flower near a heat source like lava or a fireplace.

Mario and Luigi specific headcanons;

It took some time for the brothers to initially get hang of releasing energy without overdoing it. It's easier to ignite something, rather than put it out. Eventually with some guidance from friendly koopas they managed to become respectable fire users. That is until the events of Superstar Saga happened.

For Mario, getting the Firebrand only enhanced his abilities. Focusing energy became very easy, a second nature even. Shaping fire, directing it, managing it's temperature. Easy peasy for a guy like him! It wasn't a suprise that the Fire Flower quickly became his favourite to use soon after. When used with the technique he can truly show off his mastery over the element!

Luigi however... got it rough. The Thunderhand, notable for giving it's user affinity for manipulating electricy, drastically reverted his progress. These two elements just unfortunately don't mix. The fire he started to produce was unpredictable and unstable. There was no guarantee if it'll fly in the right direction nor how much power it'll pack. He's been practicing ever since to not accidentally go overboard.

Mario's fire tips and tricks aren't helping too much but at least he's trying.

Some of the stuff I said here could change with me adding details in the future but right now this is the general idea. It might not be completely original but the thought of making this seemed fun. Thank you to whoever read this, I hope the blocks of text were understandable!

In conclusion the Fire Flower is one of the more reliable, common and useful Power-Ups. Getting a good amount of them can be a hassle but in the long run it's worth it, especially if they're used to make your own farm. It's uses can range from warming up the house to battling evil. Mario is the "fire master" of the group and Luigi, with the peculiar way magic reacts to him, is a walking proof of the statement: "elements don't mix".

Few bonus headcanons!

#super mario #mario #luigi #mario bros #myart #smb #mydesigns

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two-white-butterflies · 2 years ago

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do i wanna know? | m33

Description: Max Verstappen begins dating Tony Stark's daughter.

Pairing: max verstappen/nepo-baby!reader

y/n_stark: happy father's day, so much to be thankful for ✨ tagged: tony

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tonystarkisasigma: #1 alpha male

maxverstappen1: Happy Father's Day - f1forzaferrari: ariana what r u doing here 💀

schecoperez: ¡Feliz Día del Padre! - ilikesmootheis19: BYEE WHAT ARE THEY DOING HERE

danielricciardo: pls tell ur dad to give me a seat 😇 - y/n_stark: will do!

yukitsunoda0511: happy birthday

alonsohamiltonworld: friendly reminder that tony stark owns redbull and alpha tauri, that's why the drivers are kissing his @ss

Y/N STARK ALLEGEDLY DATING AN F1 DRIVER. by deuxmoi (podcast)

Deuxmoi: So allegedly a famous billionaire superhero nepo-baby is dating an F1 racer. My bets are on Y/N Stark, because her dad is the only superhero with kids. As for the F1 racer, we're not sure - some people in my dms say that it's Daniel Ricciardo, Charles Leclerc or Max Verstappen.

y/n_stark: first time in the redbull garage, totally in awe ✨

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maxverstappen1: 💙🧡 #OrangeArmy

landonorris: aww missing you here - ynfans: YA'LL BE SAYING IT'S CHARLES, DANIEL AND MAX BUT IT'S OBVIOUSLY LANDO BYEE

tony: ❤️🔥

ynfans: a thread on how y/n stark is dating lando norris

Y/N was in England the same time Lando was in England. (picture proof: she's the one who took the photo)

2. Lando commented "aww missing you here" to her post 3. They would make a cute couple. I rest my case.

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carlandoisbae: bitch bffr

grimes49r: "(shes the one who took the photo)" girl just kys 😭 they're obviously not dating

y/nfans: ok, if she's not dating lando then she's dating charles ya'll stfu because idgaf

avengersassembleconspirancy: I'm praying for the driver that manages to date iron-man's daughter.

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peterparker1001: praying for max verstappen 😁 - ynismymommy: I CHECKED HIS PROFILE? HE INTERNS FOR TONY STARK, AND THEY'RE LIKE CLOSE CLOSE 😭 - ilovecaptainamerica: someone is getting fired 💀🤣

y/n_stark: since the cat is out of the basket 🤷🏻‍♀️💕 tagged: maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1: 🧡💙

peterparker1001: really sorry mr verstappen 😕

starkfashion: how did ur dad react? - y/n_stark: we'll know in a few minutes 💗💕

tony: I feel sorry, - peonysandsuid: me too, she deserves better -- tony: for Max

maxverstappen1: Cheers to more laughter ✨ my lucky charm ❤️ tagged: y/n_stark, tony, redbullracing

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carlandolover: bro tagged his entire family 🥶

verstappenleclercbonus: bro isn't scared of tony stark 🥶

y/n_stark: handsome and spectacular 💕

danielricciardo: aww cheers mate 🥂

lokiandthorareinnocent: bro said, i'm the boss now 🥶

AITA FOR ACCIDENTALLY EXPOSING MY BEST FRIEND'S RELATIONSHIP?

I, student, M have a friend - 23, F, and she's been in a relationship with a very famous guy for over a year now. She's very private and lowkey with all the things that she does. Now, instead of using my alternate account in commenting something - I used my real account and their relationship got exposed. She tells me that it's perfectly fine and that she doesn't blame me but I feel really bad. AITA?

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aragornofmirkwood: nta divorce the alternate account

benelopecruz: if she says that she doesn't blaim you, nta

maxverstappenisnomber1 max verstappen after pulling tony stark's daughter

starkfamily99 tony stark after a broke man *worth $60 million* dates his daughter

starkfamilyisworld how i imagine tony talking to max: "100 Million, stay away from my daughter"

y/n_stark: SMASH. WAIT WHAT WAS THE GAME?

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y.nbutterflyworld: this is how i know tony stark is a good dad 😭 his daughter's type is SO far away from what he looks like. Sis has no daddy issues fr 😭

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#max verstappen #max verstappen fic #max verstappen x you #max verstappen x female reader #f1 fics #f1 #f1 imagine #max verstappen x reader #f1 fanfic

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issybee06 · 9 months ago

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Discombobulated

(adj.) emotionally confused or uncertain

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The mission wasn't supposed to go this way. It was a B-ranked mission that took the two teams four days in the middle of the Earth country to complete, and they were just on their way home.

Kakashi should have foreseen this somehow, despite being just a Chunin with no Dōjutsu to see into the future. He still should have been prepared.

They all should have.

The enemy had strung on them when they were at their lowest, chakra exhausted from a previous battle.

Kakashi hadn't seen the man grab you, nor had he seen the blade covered in poison being stabbed into you, all he saw was the expression of pure terror Rin had on her face as she witnessed the scene.

He heard though, the screams of Kushina as she raced to you. The cried of Gai as Genma held him back from running after his sensei. Minatos calls to head to the cottage a mile back.

Now here he was, standing in the doorway of the Cottage as Rin and Kushina frantically tried to save you.

Obito, Genma, and Gai sat on the porch, eyes trained forward in horror. If you died… you'd be the first friend any of them had lost.

Kakashi, he didn't turn away. He watched as Rin, with tears streaming down her face, dug through all her medical bags searching for her antidotes.

He watched as Kushina grabbed a kunai to cut open your shirt and sports bra, and he watched as Minato held your hair back as you leaned over the shitty old kitchen table to throw up your own blood.

Your face, sweaty and flushed from the fever that was beginning to rise. Your pretty eyes that he had caught himself looking at were blinking tiredly. Your hair was wet, stuck to your face and knotted around your head.

Kakashi couldnt look away.

You were still pretty, he thought. Even if you looked like death.

Minato had to force him, pulling him away from the scene as Kushina pulled the fabric from your front, exposing the wound.

“You don't want to see this.”

Good Minato, who despite dealing with three kids in the middle of the war, still tried to keep them somewhat pure from the horrors of this world.

Kakashi, as soon as he turned away, knew you were going to die.

You had been insignificant to him for most of your lives, just another face in the classroom you two had shares.

You were nice, he knew that, but being nice got people killed and he was certain you'd die if you ever got into a battle. Back in the academy, you were quiet, nice, and friendly but insignificant to him.

You had changed since he had graduated before you, and left you to grow.

You turned into a fighter, not as good as Gai but you were above average. You fought with everything, all you had and it impressed Kakashi how much you grew.

Being Kushinas student must have done you some good, because you also held a fire similar to hers.

Maybe that’s why you had rushed to Genma, fighting the enemy that had knocked him out.

Maybe that’s why you had cut the man’s face, scarring him.

Maybe that’s why you were grab by your throat, held down and stabbed with the poison covered blade.

Maybe it was because now you were dying on a rotting table inside of an abandoned cottage in enemy woods.

Maybe it was because you were stupid, rushing to save your friend with no consideration for your life.

Maybe that's why he had grown to love you more than a teammate.

You used to be so insignificant in his life, but now you were everywhere.

*first post, might make this a series!*

#hatake kakashi x reader #kakashi x reader #naruto #naruto shippuden #minato namikaze #kushina uzumaki #x reader #obito uchiha #rin nohara #angst #genma shiranui #might gai #heavy angst #tw blood #kakashi hatake x reader

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in-art-be-liv · 5 months ago

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Reference by @adorkastock

"Contrary to popular belief, the gesture now known as 'finger guns' was not invented by Vax'ildan. Some people theorized it could be the doing of Lord DeRolo himself, as he is considered to be the inventor of the fire weapon, the 'gun', that inspired this gesture. But those who met the Lord of Whitestone know he's not the type to make silly gestures with his hands, especially mimicking the use of the dangerous weapon of his invention. No, surprisingly, witnesses account report that we have to attribute the first

appearance of this gesture to Keyleth of The Air Ashari, the Voice of the Tempest herself. [...] It might sound strange, but it shouldn't come as a surprise since Lady Keyleth was Lord DeRolo's best friend, and it's not hard to imagine that from a friendly jest between the two, the gesture came naturally to the Lady, as a friendly form of mockery.[...] Nevertheless, after the invention of the finger guns by Keyleth, it appears that Vax'ildan started making great and frequent use of it. This should come as no surprise since he must have been frequently exposed to it, as Keyleth's romantic partner. To Vax'ildan we can then attribute the popularization of the 'finger guns' and eventually justify why they got associated with Bisexuality (see chapter 4, where we discussed how Vax is the most famous Bisexual in Exandria)"

- The daring trails and tribulation of Sir Taryon Darrington

#critical role #vax'ildan #tlovm #critical role campaign 1 #cr 1 #vox maxhina #cr camping 1 #fanart

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artist-kreating-stuff · 2 months ago

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Ever since he woke up, he wanted to die.

When Fives told him about the conspiracy that supposedly reached the highest places in the Senate, Kix knew something was up. Fives was usually so cheerful and laid back, so to see him so harried and insistent greatly unnerved him. Then Fives was shot and killed by friendly fire for conspiracy against the Chancellor? He knew he had to investigate.

So he did some digging of his own; he owed it to Fives. He discovered the inhibitor chips and their true purpose within the clones, even going as far as to remove his own. The procedure had left a scar, so he started to grow out his hair to cover it up. Of course he got looks and questions from his brothers about the change in style, but as long as he could continue his work without anyone looking too far into him, he was fine.

That’s what he thought, anyway.

He had his evidence. He had his testimony. He was fully prepared to face either the Jedi Council or the Senate, and expose the Chancellor and the Kaminoans for conspiracy and treason.

That was when the Separatists found him.

What happened next was a blur, but the next thing he knew, he was tumbling out of a cryo-cycle stasis pod and having trouble breathing. He didn’t recognize the people standing around him, but he tried anyway to get them to listen. He told them what he’d found out and tried to stress the urgency of the situation, fearing for the lives of his brothers and the safety of the Republic.

Only for them to laugh in his face and tell him that the Clone Wars had been over for 50 years.

50 years. He had been frozen in stasis for that long. The Clone Wars were over. Kamino was destroyed. The clones had turned on the Jedi, effectively wiping them out. The Republic had fallen. The Galactic Empire had taken its place. That Empire had only lasted 20 years. A New Republic was slowly being built in its place.

Most shockingly, all of his brothers were gone.

Everyone and everything Kix had ever known was simply no more. He had no family. No allies. No home. No purpose. He was truly and utterly alone in the galaxy.

Ever since he woke up, he wanted to die.

Or he would be, if the pirate crew that found him hadn’t offered to take him in. Pirates, of all things. The very people he and his brothers had sworn to fight against. The irony was not lost on him.

He took their offer anyway. It wasn’t like he had anywhere else to go.

So he traveled with them, discovering new treasures and learning new things about the galaxy he had been locked out of for so long. He was especially horrified to learn that his brothers’ good names had been slandered for generations. Instead of being known for the brave and loyal soldiers that he knew they were, they were known as monsters who had helped the worst governments in the history of the galaxy to gain power.

Ever since he woke up, he wanted to die.

He couldn’t stand knowing that his brothers were being remembered in the wrong - make that the worst - way. So whenever the crew stopped in a town and he had an audience that would listen, he would tell them stories about the Clone Wars. More specifically, the clones themselves. He would tell them about the various struggles they went through during the war, and even helped to clear up some misunderstandings about some of the more well-known battles. He would tell them how some of the clones spent their downtime, fleshing them out, making them human for his audience. The more stories he told, the more he overheard others speak of the clones in a favorable tone. The realization made him happy, knowing that he was clearing his brothers’ good names.

But no matter how many stories he told, the ache in his chest refused to go away. The knowledge that he could have saved his brothers and the Republic as a whole hung over his head like a cloud from Kamino. Whenever he saw a piece of armor or of a ship from the Clone Wars, it took everything in his willpower not to break down crying. Whenever he tried to enjoy a drink, he would remember how he and his brothers would hang out at 79’s, and the memories would turn the already bitter drinks even more so. Whenever someone tried to get his attention and he turned, expecting to see his own face staring back at him, only to see a stranger, he had to bite his tongue to keep from screaming. Whenever he was forced to take down an enemy, he would remember when he once used his hands to save others instead of harm them, and he would wonder what his brothers would think of him if they could see him.

Ever since he woke up, he wanted to die.

The idea to end his own life surfaced time and time again, if only to see his brothers again, but he knew they would never forgive him if he took the easy way out. So whenever he found himself or his comrades in a sticky situation, he fought with everything he had. He fought like a soldier of the Republic, preserving his brothers’ legacy through his actions as well as his words. He made sure that the entire galaxy knew that the clones weren’t extinct.

That being said, if his time were to come, either by blaster fire or some other form of death, he wouldn’t fight it. He would accept his end and march on to the afterlife to join his brothers. He honestly couldn’t wait. He couldn’t wait for Hardcase to sweep him up in one of his bone-crushing hugs. He couldn’t wait for Jesse to give him a slightly gentler hug, though nonetheless firm. He couldn’t wait for Fives to slap him on the back and ask, “What took you so long?” He couldn’t wait for Rex to squeeze his shoulder and say “Welcome home, trooper.”

Ever since he woke up, he wanted to go home.

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My friend got me hooked on Star Wars: The Clone Wars a couple months ago, and I’ve been falling down a clone rabbit hole ever since. Those brave men were created for a war they had no say in, yet still fought in. They saved many planets and even more lives, but were forced to turn against themselves and their allies in the end. They deserve more than what the galaxy can give them.

And then I heard of Kix - the last clone trooper, still alive 50 years after the end of the war. Left to live in a galaxy that had no more of his brothers in it. Left to deal with everything they’d left behind.

Literally the last of his kind. Do you have any idea how lonely this man would feel?

I had to write something for him, if only to make others feel my pain.

I may be becoming too attached to these characters - someone please send help.

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imagines--galore · 24 days ago

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||The Thread of Fate|| Part Thirty-Seven

Summary: Soulmate AU. They say the Thread of Fate connects you to your one true love. It may tangle. It may stretch. But it will never break. Wrapped around your little finger it tightens when it feels your soulmate is close and loosens when they are far. And becomes visible with the colors of your soulmate’s Nation when you finally fall in love with them.

Pairing: Zuko x OroraOC (ATLA)

Rating || Genres || Warnings: T+ Romance. Adventure. Angst. Hurt/Comfort. Family.

Previous Chapters - Masterlist

A/N: BEACH PARTAY!!!! Also romance cuz, I am a SAP! Also some angst cuz.........blame these characters and their backstories okay! Honestly this chapter got away from me but I had SO MUCH FUN writing it :3 PS: The stories in this chapter are derived from different myths as well as stories from within the Avatar verse. I just mixed them up a little.

"So tell me again where Toph got all this new beach stuff?" Orora questioned as she tied her hair back with a square piece of cloth to avoid getting too much sand into it. Suki glanced up from where she had been pushing a pole into the sand that was holding up the canopy under which they could sit if they required some respite from the sun.

"Oh! She got a good deal on it!" The girl shrugged, not at all effected by the look in Orora's eyes because really, Suki was the only person who didn't think Orora was scary. Then again, Orora didn't find Suki's warrior face intimidating either.

Which was a big mystery to Sokka who found both of their expressions to be quite unnerving. And that was a much nicer word he was using.

Orora rolled her eyes as she adjusted the knot of the sarong she had tied around her waist. For their little beach party, the waterbender had opted to remove the unnecessary clothing items, such as armbands, gloves, shoes and pants. She still wore the colors of the Fire Nation, with her bandeau wrapped around her chest, and a pair of short pants that ended just above her knees and clung to her skin. The sarong provided some modesty, though it left much of her dark brown skin exposed.

Especially the scar that marred her abdomen.

Suki found her eyes flickering towards the puckered and raised skin. "Is that where....?" She trailed off, remembering the story Orora had told her how she got it. Glancing down at it, Orora sighed, her fingers gently tracing the scar as she nodded. "Yeah, it doesn't hurt anymore though, and I can hide it." She shrugged, not really bothered by the scar.

They all had them. Some, like hers, Aang's and Zuko's were visible.

Others, not so much.

And strangely enough those scars ran deeper.

Bumping her shoulder with Orora, Suki smiled at her friend. "Hey, no deep diving into that over-thinking brain of yours." She teased as she swung a friendly arm over her shoulders. "We're here to have fun." The Warrior stated as she began to lead them to where everyone else was helping set up the food station. "And admire our boyfriends." She added with a gleeful smile, one that had both girls dissolving into giggles, though with Orora, it was more of a nervous sound since she couldn't help the blush that stole across her cheeks whenever she would catch sight of Zuko.

Everyone was in their swimming costumes. Toph and Katara hadn't gone for the Fire Nation look as Orora and Suki had. Katara had simply donned the underclothes she usually wore beneath her water tribe clothing, with Toph following her example. Of course the colors were according to the Nation they belonged to. Aang had removed whatever covered his upper body and his shoes and had raced straight towards the water, where he was currently enjoying the waves he was creating. Sokka and Zuko had gone up to the house to get some of the gathered firewood and other supplies returning only a few minutes ago.

And the moment Zuko had taken to removing his outer robe, Orora had volunteered setting up the canopy a few paces away, and had dragged Suki along with her.

It hadn't taken long for Suki to pick up on the real reason behind Orora's eagerness to walk away. Which is why the first chance she had, she was leading the girl back to where the other were.

Sokka was eagerly cutting up some watermelon, with Katara saving the slices from her brother's vivacious appetite and passing them around. Zuko picked up two when the tray passed by, and made his way towards the approaching girls.

"Here, I got some for you." He said, holding out a slice for Orora who blinked at it as if she'd never seen a watermelon before. Suki, with a playful nudge at Zuko, that had him stumbling a little too closer to Orora, skipped off to join her boyfriend.

Chewing the inside of her mouth, Orora accepted the fruit, before forcing her gaze to drag up to meet his.

Though that turned out to be a bad idea because that meant she had to watch every inch of Zuko's bare chest and the sight had the blush returning to her cheeks in full force. When he had been last at the beach, Zuko had barely been eating, and it showed with the way his body had been painfully thin. Now though? With a good many weeks of good food and almost constant firebending training while teaching Aang, he was back in form. A form that included a toned, muscled body that would have anyone who found him even remotely attractive stare.

And Orora found Zuko to be extremely attractive.

In an effort to distract herself, the girl began to eat the watermelon. "Thanks." She mumbled through a mouthful, some of the juice from the watermelon streaking down the side of her mouth, staining her skin.

And prompting Zuko to follow the trail of the drop as it dripped down her chin. Unable to stop himself, he reached out to run his thumb against her skin, wiping away the residue and effectively stroking Orora's chin as he did. She stared up at him, her eyes wide. He could see the shifting emotions in them. A mixture of nervousness and something he couldn't quite place.

Though he knew it was a positive emotion.

With the way her gaze had kept flickering towards him even as she had been working on setting up the canopy with Suki, who's helpful nudge had placed them with barely an inch between them. Then again, he had been no different. Because as soon as he had the chance, his eyes would find Orora's figure and more then once, Sokka had to ask him to stop staring at her.

He couldn't help it.

While seeing her in the colors of his Nation had invoked feelings he never knew he had, seeing her in the swimsuit just increased them tenfold.

Or maybe a hundred-fold. He wasn't sure.

What he was sure, was that the urge to kiss Orora, which hadn't exactly been dormant for the past few days now, rose in full force. Making this the perfect moment to ask her what he had been meaning to all day.

"Orora, I-"

"Heads up!"

A giant wave came crashing towards the shore.

Pure instinct was what drove Orora to drop her watermelon, grab Zuko's wrist and pull him behind her as she kicked her leg out in an arc, cutting the wave through the center, leaving the both of them mostly dry, save the spray of water that came from the wave crashing on either side of them.

"Sorry!" Aang called out from where he was standing, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head. "That one kind of got away from me." Orora rolled her eyes. "You need to learn to work with the wave and not against it by creating your own Aang." She advised. "Didn't Katara teach you that?" The tone of her voice was teasing, and loud enough for the other waterbender to hear.

"Hey! We've never had proper waves to work with before." The girl called, playfully frowning at Orora who grinned. "No time like the present then!"

Glancing back at Zuko, she stole a quick bite from his watermelon slice. "Save some for me?" Without waiting for an answer, the girl made her way towards Aang and Katara.

Leaving Zuko to stare after her retreating form with a slice of watermelon in his hand that only had one bite taken from it.

"Do you have to be that obvious about who your Soulmate is?" Came Toph's voice, snapping him out of whatever daze he was in as he watched Orora splash about in the water and laugh with Aang and Katara.

"I'm not obvious." He tried to argue, even as he forced his eyes away from Orora and looked at Toph as she stood next to him. The blind girl cackled. "Oh please. I'm blind and even I can see how obvious it is." She was holding a watermelon slice in each hand. "Now stop staring and brooding. You can stare and have fun instead." She suggested, before taking a bite from each of her slice and walking off.

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What followed was an impromptu session of boosting a natural wave and riding it with an ice board. Having never had the chance to do that before, Orora was having the time of her life. It was exhilarating, every time she would watch a wave begin to crest, knowing she was giving it the power to go even higher before riding it on her ice board.

She did fall in on her first few tries, but practice did make perfect. In the end, it was Aang who did the best. Not because her and Katara were any less powerful, but because the boy was cheating a little by giving himself a little boost with a gust of air.

The three of them emerged from the waves, soaking wet and laughing, racing each other to where everyone else had set up and were having fun on their own.

Toph was being her lazy self and had kicked back and was lounging under the warm sun. Suki was standing above the moving figures of Sokka and Zuko as they played about in the sand.

"Er...what's going on?" Orora asked, a little confused at the look of determination on Zuko's face as he gathered a handful of sand. "Sokka challenged Zuko to a castle-bending dual." Suki replied, trying her best to hold back from laughing a the sheer absurdity of the name her soulmate had given the little competition.

Katara shook her head. "Leave it to Sokka to turn anything into a challenge." She laughed to herself, watching her brother use seashells to decorate his sand construction, a look of intense concentration on his face, with his tongue sticking out as he did.

"So, who's winning?" Aang asked, after airbending himself dry. "I want to say Sokka." Suki responded, but then she giggled. "But maybe you should judge for yourself."

She probably didn't want to hurt her boyfriend's feelings. Because while Sokka's construction was already crumbling in some places, Zuko's sand castle looked much more put together. Orora couldn't help but smile as she watched him work on his creation. Spying a seashell next to her toes, the girl quickly picked it up. Stepping up behind him, she reached down to hold the shell out over his shoulder.

Zuko glanced up at her, squinting slightly since the sun was right above her head. "Thought you might need this." She said, pressing the shell into his hand as she crouched down next to him, shoulders bumping. "Thanks." The boy responded with a small smile before returning to his nearly finished construction.

Resting her knees against the coarse sand, Orora smiled. "I didn't know you could make sandcastles so well." She observed, the sounds of the others giving Sokka tips fading in the background. Zuko shrugged. "I used to spend all my time at the beach whenever we came here, making sandcastles. Most days I had someone with me." He continued, a sadness overtaking the joy in his golden eyes. "Uncle." He began to list, his voice low yet firm. "Lu Ten." He cleared his throat while his fingers poked holes in the wall he had created to mimic windows. "My mother." His voice was barely above a whisper and the shift in his tone had Orora reaching out to gently lay a hand over his forearm. He stopped. "Even Azula."

Every bit of the confession hurt him. He'd never realized just how he had lost so many people to different reasons.

His Uncle he had lost because of his own stupidity. Given the chance, Zuko would beg for the man to forgive him for what he had done.

His cousin he had lost to the war. Sometimes Zuko wandered how different his life would've been if only Lu Ten hadn't died.

His mother he had lost to the Fire Nation. No one knew where she was, but in his heart, Zuko knew she was alive and out there somewhere.

His sister he had lost to their father and his idea of perfection. Azula's proclamation that she was to be an only child did hurt, but not as much as the knowledge that he would never have his sister back.

Maybe he never had her.

A warm hand against his cheek guided his sorrowful gaze to meet one full of determination, conviction and a gentleness that had his heart aching because did he still didn't think he was deserving of it.

"You may have lost your blood family over the years Zuko." His Soulmate spoke, her voice mirroring her emotions, the hand resting against his cheek sliding to stroke his scarred skin. "But you've gained a whole new family."

Under her guidance, his head shifted to where Sokka and Katara were arguing over something, with Aang trying to placate the two siblings, and Suki watching as Toph finally decided to grace them all with their presence. "Really? Is that what you call sand castles?' She scoffed.

An earthbending move later, one that had Sokka's entire structure crumbling, much to his dismay, Toph had created a perfect sand replica of the market place they had visited not even an hour ago. Complete with tiny human figures.

As everyone marveled at the creation, minus Sokka who sulked because his girlfriend was admiring someone else's sand creation, Zuko couldn't help the smile that pulled at the corner of his mouth.

"We both did." He said, turning back to look at Orora, reaching up to cover her hand with his own. Smiling the girl nodded.

"We both did." She agreed.

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Sokka and Orora get into a squabble and they decide to play beach volleyball. Sokka chooses Suki and Aang. Orora chooses Zuko and Toph. Katara acts as referee. Game starts off with no bending, but the rules go out the window after a bit. Orora's team wins because they had more benders.

"Hey guys! Look what I found in all the stuff Toph got!" Aang called as he raced towards the group as they finished up their lunch. Sokka raised an eyebrow. "And a ball has you so excited because...." He trailed off, the exact opposite of Aang who looked like he would start vibrating with excitement.

"We can play a beachball game! I haven't played one in so long." He added to which Zuko gave Aang a look. "Probably because you were frozen for a hundred years." He pointed out, earning a few chuckles from everyone at the dryness of his tone. Aang gave him an annoyed look, before continuing. "Please!! I know we can scrounge up a net from that pile too." He aimed a finger towards the various items Toph had stolen, been gifted bought.

Sokka, wanting to recover from his failed attempt at impressing Suki with his sand castle skills stood up. "Come on you guys! It'll be fun!" Orora made a face even as Aang ran to try and find a net. "Do we have to?" She groaned out, having wanted to lie back and take a nap in the sun.

"Not stepping up to the challenge Orora? Are you scared I'll beat you?" Goading had always worked for Sokka when he wanted Katara to do something. And he knew it would work the same on Orora. The girl scowled, before scoffing. "If anyone will be tasting defeat Sokka it'll be you." She shot back, arms crossed over her chest.

The water tribe boy smirked, knowing he had her. "Then how about a game. Your team against mine. Winner gets bragging rights!" He held out a hand, which Orora shook with a firmness that actually had Zuko feeling concerned.

"I'm going to sit this one out and act as the referee." Katara stated, not wanting to get in the middle of her siblings little squabble. "And to make things fair, no bending." She added as she moved to help Aang set up the tent.

His smirk widening, Sokka reached out to grasp Suki's arm, before setting a hand on Toph's shoulder. "I call dibs on these two." He stated, to which Orora shrugged, a smile of utter confidence playing about her lips.

"You may have the greatest earthbender and the best Kiyoshi Warrior on your team Sokka." She responded, leaning against Zuko with a casualness as one would lean against a wall. "I have the Prince of the Fire Nation." It wasn't the title that had Zuko feeling proud, but rather the fact that she saw him as a strong player. "And the Avatar on my team."

Thinking that perhaps he had been a little too hasty with his pickings, Sokka glanced from his two teammates.

"You wanna trade?"

The question had him receiving a slap upside the head, courtesy of his disgruntled soulmate, and a punch to his arm, courtesy of an annoyed earthbender.

The game started out nice enough, with all of them following the rules, though the rules were bent a little to allow Toph to use her seismic sense to know where the next ball was coming from.

Surprisingly the three of them worked really well together as a team. Suki would call out or guide Toph from whatever direction the ball came from, while simultaneously defending the area in the back. Sokka with his highly trained senses as a warrior was able to predict moves before they even happened. The moment he would see the ball arching through the air, the boy would spring into action to deflect it.

On the other side of the net, the three benders seemed to be holding up rather well. Though it was a little difficult for them to not automatically rely on their bending, they made do through sheer skill alone. Orora, looking to practice her leg work, took to kicking the ball back every chance she got. It would've been considered foul if Suki hadn't been doing the same, so Katara let it slide.

At Toph's orders, Aang decided to plant his feet firmly on the ground and refrain from jumping too high. He was also afraid his instincts to use airbending would kick in if he were jump any higher then the net.

So he left the jumping to Zuko, who was surprisingly a good player. He'd actually been the first one to score a goal for their team, leaving everyone a little stunned because well, who knew Zuko of all people could play a good game. Since he was already tall, it made it easy for him to catch the more higher shots.

As for Katara?

She was enjoying the time by sitting there with Momo asleep in her lap while she petted his head. Every now and then she would call out words of encouragement as well as the score, though honestly, with how much each team was scoring, since they were all almost equally matched, she kept mixing up the scores.

It took about twenty minutes into the game before an accidental or rather instinctive use of bending on Toph's part brought the game to a temporary halt.

"Foul!" Orora and Aang called as Toph disintegrated the sand arch she had created to slide the ball back in their direction.

"Hey! She did what she had to do to defend her side." Sokka jumped to defend his teammate. "What, she couldn't defend her side without her bending?" Zuko responded, coming to stand beside his team. Suki frowned. "You're using your bending moves to defend your side." She argued back before all of them turned their attention to Katara who'd been braiding her own hair and had missed the bending usage. Seeing several annoyed faces aimed in her direction, the girl shrugged. "Why don't you go ahead and use your bending then? And Sokka and Suki can use weapons if they want." She suggested.

The six players paused, exchanging glances.

Simultaneously they grinned, similar expressions of determination on their faces as Sokka, who had been holding the ball threw it in the air.

"Game on!"

Once the bending began, their makeshift court became a little too contained. So the entirety of the beach became their court, and whichever team let the ball touch the sand, the opposing team would get the score.

There were several rocks jutting out from the sand. A physical aspect of the landscape Suki took advantage off as she launched herself from various heights to catch whatever shot Aang would hit in the air. Having been limited to only using Airbending, the Avatar was using the tricks he had learned long ago playing airball by giving every hit a little air boost, allowing it to fly across the beach.

Toph thwarted several of his would-be-scores. Wanting to practice her sandbending a little, the girl would block the path of the other team members. It was hilarious whenever either Aang, Orora or Zuko would meet one of her obstacles, either in the form of a sand wall, being locked in place by sand, or having a wave of sand throw them off balance.

Having brought his water tribe club to the beach, don't ask why, he had just grabbed it, Sokka was using the more heavier end of the weapon to his advantage by hitting the ball harder and hurling it back in the direction of the other team.

Every now and then the sun would glisten down on the slides and arches made of ice as Orora would either navigate the ball, herself and even her teammates by creating the constructions to help them score a goal. Since firebending wouldn't help him out in the game, Zuko was only using the physical motions of all that he had learnt. And they were coming in pretty handy since he was able to score quite a few times over the course of the game.

The game itself was chaotic, disorganized and fierce. Each bending move was ruthless, and each kick and hit had a strength behind it that would scare any seasoned warrior. If there was one thing scarier then an armada of soldiers, it was a bunch of teenagers determined to win the game. There was absolute pandemonium and barely any sense of organization with every single player giving it their all, barely stopping to celebrate a score. Which Katara had stopped keeping fifteen minutes ago in favor of creating ice crystals for Momo and watching him try to catch them.

That wasn't to say the game was without it's comedic moments.

Sokka was smacked in the face on several occasions. And sometimes by his own team. CoughTophCough.

Once they'd begun to use bending, Aang, in a fit of annoyance at having missed a shot had stamped his foot, triggering his earthbending by accident and making the ground shake just a little. Toph had been really proud of that.

After having scored a particularly ruthless goal against the other team, Sokka had all but swept Suki up in a passionate embrace, much to the embarrassment and grossness of everyone around. Aang had covered his eyes, red in the cheeks. Toph and Katara gagged. Orora and Zuko just felt plain awkward from where they stood next to each other, barely an inch away and yet unable to reciprocate how Sokka and Suki were doing so in that moment. Their gazes met for a brief second, before they looked away again.

The two Soulmates were rudely interrupted by Katara as she doused them with a wave of water.

Then there was the running into one another while trying to keep the ball from touching the ground. On several occasions the players would run smack into each other, often those who were on the same team. Minus Toph, who could quickly step out of the way whenever she sensed someone about to run into her.

One such moment had ended with Aang and Sokka knocking heads and falling back dazed as each of them saw stars in their vision. Katara was the only one who tended to them, the other four carrying on with their playing. Though she'd fussed over Aang more then Sokka, which had annoyed the older boy slightly. But then they were back in the game and it was forgotten.

Another moment had been Suki and Orora slamming into one another in the air. They'd both seen the ball as it hurtled towards the ground, and instinct had both girls jumping, with Suki managing to smack the ball away. However, neither girl was able to get pivot in the air, resulting in the both of them being knocked together and dropping to the ground. Luckily they had only been a few meters from the ground, so neither of them were injured.

Though it did have their respective soulmates rushing to their aid. Which would've been nice if the two girls hadn't been so preoccupied with winning the game for their team. They'd rushed off the moment they were up, leaving Zuko and Sokka to glance at each other, both equally stunned yet all the more infatuated with their Soulmates.

Orora seemed to have the worst luck when it came to running into people. She'd barely recovered after slamming into Suki when she went down a second time. Though this time, when she ran into Zuko, and the two of them fell to the ground in a tangle of arms and legs, it wasn't so bad.

"Ow! My head!" Head pulsing from where she'd come in contact with a stray rock, Orora pulled herself away from where she had landed feeling her hands bury a little in the sand as she pushed up. Only for her body to freeze once she realized the position she was in. Zuko was no better as he stared up at the dangerously close face of his Soulmate.

Blue clashed against gold and time seemed to stand still.

Everything around them disappeared, their friends, the beach, the sounds of nature around them. All that existed in that moment was the two of them and how close they were.

They'd been close before, but never in an embrace as intimate as this one. One that had skin brushing against skin, chests heaving from the exertion of the game, warm breath running along the other's lips and cheeks flushed.

Her hands framed his face where they were half-buried in the sand. An instinctive rose within her, one that urged her to touch him, to feel him even more then she already was. Orora fisted her hands in the sand in an attempt to control her wayward thoughts.

One of Zuko's arms had instinctively wrapped around Orora's waist, and she could feel his fingers brush against the puckered skin at the side of abdomen. He allowed the tips of his fingers to run along the raised skin.

He felt, rather then saw her breath hitch, as her chest brushed against his, since their eyes were still locked. "Are you hurt?" He heard himself ask, unaware of the heated prickling sensation that seemed to be creeping up his body from where his legs were tangled with hers. A little preoccupied by the sudden warmth that sang through her body, Orora was only able to give him a slight shake of her head as her response.

They were both lost in one another, and yet somehow, neither of them had ever felt more seen. It was always that way, whenever they would lock eyes, but the sudden intimacy of that moment made them realize exactly what that feeling had been.

A feeling that simmered within their souls since the first time their eyes had met.

However, the moment was shattered by an angry voice. "IF YOU TWO ARE DONE MAKING EYES AT EACH OTHER???!!!! GET BACK IN THE GAME!" Aang all but roared from where he had been defending for their team all by himself.

That seemed to snap them out of the moment they were both trapped in. Scrambling to stand, the two teenagers raced over to where Aang was, red in the face, hearts beating fast and something akin to frustration and disappointment burning under their skin.

While Orora tried to push the feelings aside, so that she could analyze them later and discern them for what they were, Zuko's mind raced, reliving the moment over and over again.

He tried his best not to use his bending, but the excitement of the game as well as the unintentionally heated moment he had just shared with Orora caught up to him. Without thinking he threw out a punch that set the ball aflame as it flew through the air, sailing over Sokka, who ducked out of the way with a shriek.

They all watched as the ball finally came to a rest a good few yards away, black and smoking, before it disintegrated.

Every eye turned towards Zuko, who gave a sheepish smile and a nervous laugh. "Sorry."

Katara, who had taken a quick nap during the remaining game, declared the match over with no winner. Which earned her several shouts of disapproval. But one glare from the water tribe girl had the players scrambling as they parted in different directions under the guise of cooling off after the game.

With Orora and Zuko walking away in different direction, making it a point to not look at one another as they did.

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Sokka was the go-to meat guy. There was no doubt that out of all of them, he knew how to roast every kind of meat to perfection. Which was why he was stuck with cooking duty. And since he had no desire to suffer alone, he had dragged Zuko with him under the pretense that he needed someone to control the temperature of the fire.

As the only resident vegetarian, Aang had volunteered to prepare his own food, plus dessert.

For once, both Katara and Orora were happy to have someone else cook, leaving the two of them, along with Suki and Toph to lounge about under the canopy after the rather strenuous game.

"Haven't had that much fun playing a game in awhile." Toph claimed as she lay against the sand, arms crossed behind her head. Orora raised an eyebrow. "When exactly was the last time you played a game Toph?" She asked, to which the girl frowned in thought. "Does being in the Earth Rumble count?"

Katara was the one to respond. "No." She stated from where she lay atop a towel, her eyes closed. Suki, who had downed an entire waterskin spoke up. "I doubt any of us have had the chance to play a lot of games."

She certainly hadn't. Not when she was training as a Kiyoshi Warrior almost everyday since she'd been a little girl. Orora hummed in agreement, thinking back on all those days she had so sorely wanted to go outside and play in the snow, but had been told that it wasn't proper for a lady of her station. "The last time I played a game was....before my mother died." Katara admitted in a soft voice, prompting Orora to glance at her as she sat beside the younger girl. "But I did go penguin sledding with Aang, so I guess that counts." She added, the sadness in her eyes melting away to be replaced with a happy smile as she recalled how much fun that had been.

"Was that when you realized he was your Soulmate?" Suki asked, coming to sit down in front of Katara who sat up as well. Toph was still lying down but they all knew she was paying attention to the conversation. Katara pursed her lips, glancing down at her finger where only she could probably see the string.

Orora frowned. "You know I've always wandered, since Aang was buried in the ice so close to your home, did you ever felt your string tug? You must've passed his location many times no?" She asked, curious to know Katara's experience. The other girl hummed. "Now that you mention it." She muttered softly. "I did feel it tug once, a few years back when I was traveling through the area where we found Aang a few years later. But I was really young back then, so I had no idea what the tug was." She added with a shrug.

Tilting her head as she allowed her thoughts to voice, Suki added. "Do you think Aang finally emerged from the ice because his own string sensed you were close?"

They'd all heard how Katara had been a catalyst in Aang's emergence from the ice. Everyone had thought it had been fate.

But perhaps it had been more then that.

Her eyes widened as Katara shook her head. "No, it couldn't be that." She paused, not believing herself. "Could it?" She looked around at her friends.

Toph hummed in thought. "Suki's right. I mean, how many people passed by that area over the hundred years Aang was in the ice." She shrugged. "Not many since it was the South Pole, but still there were people. Aang could've emerged at any time, but he chose to break through the ice when you were nearest to him."

Orora, who had been listening to the entire conversation in thoughtful contemplation, let out a small laugh. "What?" Suki asked, as the other two girls turned to look at the older girl.

"Nothing, its just strange how by being Aang's soulmate, Katara is single-handedly responsible for all of us being here together today. I mean," She continued, glancing at Suki. "If what happened never happened, Suki, you would never have met Sokka because he never would've left the South Pole." Turning towards Toph, she continued. "And Toph, you would've stayed with your parents, and continued to fight in the Earth Rumble, I suppose." The girl shrugged. "Eh, I doubt it. My parents would've caught me sooner or later."

Picking up from where Orora had left off, Suki added. "And you would've never met Zuko." The mere thought of such a notion had a chill running down Orora's spine. "I never would've met Zuko." She repeated softly with a nod, her eyes flitting towards her Soulmate.

As gaze remained fixed there for a few moments, allowing Toph to nudge Katara, and for Suki to exchange a look with the younger waterbender. "Speaking of Zuko, has he asked you out yet?" Katara asked, trying to appear nonchalant when really she was dying to know how her two friends fared.

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"No, Sokka. I haven't asked yet. There! Are you happy?"

For the past ten minutes Sokka had been rephrasing the question over and over. At first Zuko had told him to mind his own business, but finally he had snapped. Mostly because he wanted to shut the boy up, but also because he was frustrated with his inability to form words around Orora that would have him actually voicing the question.

"Really?" Aang looked up from where he had been peeling some fruits. "I thought you would've asked her by now, since we are in a safe place with no immediate threat looming over us." He waved his arms in the air to add emphasize to his words.

Zuko sighed as he lowered the intensity of the fire to prevent the meat from burning. "I just haven't had the chance to ask yet." He admitted with a shrug, looking just as dismal as he felt. "I'm just-

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-waiting for the right opportunity to ask me. I know it." Orora shrugged. "We just keep getting interrupted." She added her eyes towards the sand where her finger drew nonsensical patterns. "Well why does he have to ask you?" Toph asked. "I mean I asked The Duke and that worked out for me."

Suki was the one who responded in Orora's place. "She doesn't want to ask him because Zuko already promised he would." Katara blinked at the Kiyoshi Warrior, a little surprised she would know that. "And I don't want to steal the moment from him." Orora added.

Toph scoffed. "Well if that little moment you two had during the game wasn't the perfect chance-"

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"-then I don't know what is." Sokka stated, turning the meat over the spit, only to jump back as the flames were given a little extra boost, courtesy of an embarrassed firebender.

"Don't take it out on the food!" Sokka exclaimed, even as Zuko regained a control over his emotions. Glancing in the direction of the canopy, Zuko sighed. "Don't overthink it too much Zuko." Aang advised from where he was now plating the dessert he had been working on. "Just come out and ask. Its not like she's gonna reject you or anything."

Humming under his breath, the young Prince nodded. "Right." He muttered. "Just come out and say it."

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It was nearing dusk by the time they were finally called for dinner. The girls had made their way towards the fire when Sokka had waved them over, and were now starting to settle down.

Despite the strangely charged air that seemed to linger between her and Zuko, Orora didn't want to sit away from him. The Prince was a little surprised when she sat down next to him, but smiled at her nonetheless before reaching out to give her hand a gentle squeeze.

Both dinner and dessert were finished in record time since they had all been starving. And once they were full and sipping on some leftover watermelon juice, Aang proposed a little idea.

"Hey, why don't we all tell stories?" He said, looking around with a smile. Katara smiled in response. "What kind of stories should we tell?" She asked, to which the boy shrugged. "Any story. From our Nation, or maybe one that we loved hearing when we were kids."

Zuko smiled. "Technically we still are kids." He stated in a dry tone, which had everyone around him chuckling. "How about you start Aang?" Suki suggested from where she was leaning against Sokka's shoulder with his arm wrapped around her.

The boy hummed under his breath, before nodding. "Alright! I've forgotten where I heard the story, but I'm gonna tell it anyway!"

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"Some people believe that long ago the spirits and humans lived together. And though it wasn't always harmonious, it was peaceful at times. But the humans began to fear the spirits more and more, and as the fear grew, so did their desperation to protect themselves."

"During that time there lived a young man who was seen as one of the braver ones since he did not fear the spirits. Or rather the spirits did not fear him. No one knew which it was."

"He was a firebender, and he would often leave his village to explore the nearby forest at night. With his fire to guide and protect him, he would chat with the spirits and enjoy the many parties they held."

"One day he came to know that some humans had destroyed a place that was sacred to certain spirits. The spirits were angry and wanted to take revenge, but he tried to prevent it."

"During his attempts, a spear flew through the air, killing one of the spirits. At such a brutal killing, and that too in front of them, the spirits were enraged, and their very physical forms began to manifest the negative emotions they were feeling."

"The firebender tried to find the being who had thrown the human spear, and was shocked to realized that it was a Dark Spirit. The Dark Spirit had tasted just a small amount of the darkness that thrived in the hearts of humans and spirits alike, and thirsted for more."

"It had been the one to throw the spear. The one who started the war between humans and spirits. He had also been the one to sow discord in the minds of the humans about the spirits."

"Desperate for the slaughter to end on both sides, the young man set out to find the opposite of the Dark Spirit, the Spirit of Light."

"It took him months, and along the way, he met several other people. An earthbender, an airbender and a waterbender. They became friends in their shared goal of stopping the war between spirits and humans."

"Finally, they found the Spirit of Light. They spoke to it of what the Dark Spirit had done, and it agreed to help. But at a price."

"The four friends would have to choose someone from them who would be the one to carry the Spirit of Light within. Not only that, but they would have to give up their gifts of bending to that person. For only when both humans and spirits would see the four elements united within a human body, accompanied by a spirit would the fighting end."

"It was a hard decision, but in the end it was decided that the Firebender would be the one to carry all the gifts."

"Honored to have been chosen, the man promised his friends that he would end the war and so stepped up to claim his rightful place as the first Avatar."

"Not long afterwards the Avatar and the Dark Spirit met in battle, with the Spirit being imprisoned forever. And though he had wanted to see humans and Spirits live together in harmony, the young man knew it was never to be."

"So the Spirit World and the Human World were created as mirrors of one another, where each would reside in peace, with the Avatar acting as the bridge between them since he or she carried the Spirit of Light within, as well as the four elements."

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Silence followed Aang's story.

"Was that...........was that a true story?" Sokka finally asked, to which Aang shrugged. "I'm not sure. It might be? Like I said, I don't know where I heard it before, and I'm probably mixing up some stuff." He added.

"Well whether that story was true or not, I thought it was great." Orora said, smiling at the younger boy, who grinned back. "Who's next?"

"You know Toph, I've always wandered how you became the Blind Bandit." Sokka spoke up from where he was sitting Suki. "How about I go next then?" Toph said, sitting up from where she'd been leaning back against one of the rocks that decorated the beach. "That can be my story."

Sensing the nods of affirmation from her friends, the girl began.

"I was about ten years old, learning everything I could from the badgermoles every chance I could get. It was there that I met an earthbender. From what he told me, he was a soldier passing through, and had seen me sneak away to the tunnels often." She held up a finger in Sokka's direction who had just opened his mouth to ask his question. "And before you say anything Sokka, my seismic sense wasn't that great back then, so I didn't sense him before." The boy looked a little shocked at having been so predictable with his question but stayed silent.

"Anyway! He came up to me and told me he knew what I had been doing." The girl smiled softly, the firelight flickering in her unseeing eyes as she continued. "And rather then ratting me out to my parents, he decided to help me train himself. I asked him why he would want to teach me, a girl who was blind. And he said that I reminded him of his son who he had to leave behind to go fight in the war." Toph shrugged. "He probably made up that part of the story cuz his heart did pick up when he said that, so I just thought he was hiding something else, but I didn't ask about it."

"We began to train, and honestly he taught me everything I know about earthbending that the badgermoles hadn't taught me. And finally, when he thought I was ready, he decided to take me to the Earth Rumble." A glimmer of excitement seemed to exude from her as she continued, smiling as the memories passed through her mind.

"It was a little tricky to sneak out, but we managed and the nights we would sneak away became the highlight of my week. It was so much fun sitting there and sensing all the earthbenders as they battled it out. Going there only had me practicing my seismic sense, and I could predict a person's move before they even made it. It only made me anxious to get out there and show them what I was capable of."

She shrugged. "The old soldier was hesitant, but he could see I wasn't about to back off. And before any of you ask." She held up a hand. "He never told me his name. I called him Old Man because that's what I had sensed him as when I met him."

"I entered my first competition just a few months before you guys came looking for me. I won the title the first time through," She revealed, before the excitement and joy all but disappeared from her tone and she frowned, looking a little sad. "But for some reason I never saw my friend again." She wrapped her arms around her knees, pulling her legs close to her chest. "I had sensed him in the audience during the battles, but later I couldn't sense him at all."

A brief moment of silence followed Toph's reveal, with Orora, who was sitting on Toph's one side reached out to gently place a hand on the girl's forearm.

"It was so strange." She whispered, looking every bit the thirteen year old she was. "And I can't still make sense of it."

Shrugging away the hurt she still felt over her friend leaving, Toph concluded her story. "After that I defended my title for a good few months until these three showed up." She gestured towards Sokka, Aang and Katara. "And the rest is history."

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Katara tells the story of her Gran-Gran and how she left the North Pole in search of her soulmate rather then marry Pakku.

"Speaking of people who found each other." Suki said, hoping to help lift the dark cloud that now seemed to loom over Toph. "You guys told us how your grandmother was from the Northern Water Tribe. How did she get to the Southern Water Tribe? Cuz from what Orora has told me, her tribe is really stingy when it comes to their females."

Grinning and eager to share the story, Katara sat up straight. "Well, Gran-Gran, much like Orora, had lived her whole life by the rules and traditions of the Northern Water Tribe. But she told me how she'd always held on to the hope that she would meet her soulmate."

Katara frowned slightly, looking away. "But that changed when her father announced her engagement to a man named Pakku." Sokka grinned. "Though that all came full circle since he taught you waterbending." He chuckled, at which Suki, Toph and Zuko looked more then a little intrigued.

"What?"

Nodding with a small smile, Katara continued. "That part comes later. What happened then was the betrothal necklace was sent." Her hand went to the one around her neck, the very one her mother had owned and that Pakku had made for her grandmother. "But my Gran-Gran had already made the decision of running away."

"Kind of like you." Zuko whispered to Orora, who smiled before coming to settle against him, her head resting on his shoulder with his arm around her waist.

"Packing what she needed, Gran Gran left a few days before her wedding and escaped the fate that was decided for her."

"That took guts." Aang stated in an admiring tone, earning a smile from his soulmate. "It did. All she had was her few possessions and her string to guide her. Her soulmate could've been anywhere in the world, but she decided to travel to her sister tribe. And, well, to end on a happy note, she found our Grandfather, married him and even though he died years ago, she is living a happy and contented life."

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"On the subject of love stories." Orora said with a playful smirk on her lips as she turned to her boyfriend. "Your Uncle once happened to mention your obsession with a certain one that involved a Dragon Emperor and how he fell in love with a mortal woman."

Zuko pursed his lips, cheeks flushing with embarrassment as he looked around at his obviously shocked friends. "Zuko reads love stories!?" Toph cackled, earning a glare from the Prince. "Its not a story. Its a classic play." He reiterated, though that didn't work in his favor.

"Oh we're sorry Zuko." Suki said, holding up her hands in a placating manner. "We didn't mean to offend you by mistaking your favorite love play for a love story."

Shooting a look of annoyance at Orora, who was grinning up at him, Zuko rolled his eyes. "What do you guys want to know?" He spoke in a grouchy tone. Aang grinned. "The whole story. And don't leave out any details." He added.

Sighing Zuko shrugged. "It was just a play my mom would read to me when I was a kid. Though the fighting was what interested me the most."

"Sure." Both Katara and Sokka echoed at the same time, earning laughs from the listeners, minus Zuko.

Clearing his throat the boy began. "Its called Love Amongst the Dragons, and it starts with the Dragon Emperor. He was as powerful as an Emperor could be. But he was also full of pride and boasted of his strength to all those around him."

Despite the teasing, everyone was listening to the story with their full attention. "He liked to go around challenging anyone who was stronger then him, and for a time he won every single one of them. Until one day, when he faced the Dark Water Spirit."

The fire flickered, casting shadows all around. The sun had set a good while ago, but no one seemed to notice as they continued to listen. "The Emperor was, of course, defeated in his arrogance and pride. As punishment, the Spirit bound him to a mortal form and sent him to live in the human world. Only when he would learn of humility and let go of his shame would he regain his true form and be able to defeat the Dark Water Spirit."

Orora couldn't help but draw similarities between what the Dragon Emperor had been through, and what Zuko had been subjected to since he had been a young boy.

"The Dragon Emperor decided to take up the name Noren and began to roam the land, the shame of his defeat hanging over him." Zuko's voice lowered slightly, and he couldn't help but seek out Orora's hand, which readily wrapped around his own. A squeeze of encouragement was all he needed as he continued.

"Despite all that he felt, Noren did begin to appreciate the humbleness of the life of a mere mortal. And all that he experienced slowly culminated in him falling in love with a mortal woman."

Despite his best efforts not to, Zuko couldn't help but glance at Orora as she nestled beside him. She had turned her face up towards him while he told the story, and gave him a smile when they gazes met briefly.

Turning his attention back to the rest of the audience, Zuko went on. "The love he felt for the mortal woman, was strong enough to help him overcome the shame of his defeat, and all his past actions. He earned his true form and was able to defeat the Dark Water Spirit."

He ended with a shrug. "The play ends with the Dragon Emperor embracing his mortal lover, who turned into the Dragon Empress so that the two could be together forever."

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"Since Zuko told his favorite love story." She didn't even flinch when Zuko glared at her and whispered angrily. "It was a play."

"I'm gonna tell you guys one of my favorite stories." She stated, sitting up straight despite the sleepiness that was beginning to creep up on her. "Its the story of how the Sun loved the Moon so much, he died every night to let her breathe."

The very words had her audience sitting up, already captivated by what was to come.

"There was a time when the Sun was a god of sorts. His light was so powerful it brought herbs to life and grew food from the ground. The light from the Sun chased away the monsters that lurked in the night. And everyday, everyone, came out to worship him. They sensed the warmth of his glow. They felt alive in his daylight." A sad lilt overcame her voice as she continued. "The Moon, however, was seen as something bad. A darkness. One that brought a cold presence to the world each night. Everyone would hide in their homes when she rose, afraid of the darkness she brought with her."

"Did the Moon have her own light?" Aang asked, looking every bit as the boy he was as he asked the question. The older girl shook her head. "No, she didn't have her own light for she was born without it, unlike the Sun."

"The Moon craved to be seen." Orora found her own gaze flitting towards the sky where the moon was already shining her ethereal glow. "She wanted to be loved, just as everyone admired the Sun."

"What no one knew, was that the Sun had a secret." Orora revealed, returning her gaze to her captivated audience. "He fell in love with the Moon for the good she brought to the world despite all the hatred she received. He admired her for it. She hid parts of herself from the world that he knew the world would embrace."

"The Moon too, had fallen in love with the Sun long ago. For all the worship he received, and the admiration humans sang off, he never once grew arrogant, and only looked to make the human's life better."

Orora sighed. "But they were opposite souls, the Sun and Moon. They were lovers who rarely met and always missed one another." She smiled softly, her fingers tracing two circles in the sand to represent the Sun and the Moon. "Yet they both waited patiently for the rare days when they might coexist peacefully."

"The Sun wanted to make his true love happy. He wanted to show the world what she had to offer. The kindness and love she could not share. He thought for weeks about how to give her the breath of air she wanted, leaving the world in a cloudy haze."

"But then, at last, he knew what he had to be done."

"What did he do?" Toph asked, eager to know what the Sun came up with.

Orora smiled. "From that moment on, every night, he sacrificed his light so that it would instead shine on the Moon so the humans could see her in all her beauty. He gave up something he was admired for every night, so that she would have her moment to shine."

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Suki was up next after Orora's story.

And though the girl tried her best to remain awake, she only caught snatches of the tragic love that was shared by Oma and Shu during a time of war.

Sokka, Aang and Katara had heard the story before, but since Toph and Zuko hadn't, it was an interesting new tale for them. However, halfway through, Zuko felt Orora slump against him completely. He glanced down at her to see she had fallen asleep with her head resting against his shoulder.

The boy smiled, tilting his head so that it rested atop hers in a tender embrace.

He began to doze off as well, and was only gently shaken awake by Katara who stood over him with a smile. "Sokka and Suki went for a walk." She spoke softly so as to not wake Orora. "The rest of us are heading back to the house to sleep." Zuko responded with a nod as he leaned back against a.......rock?

There hadn't been one behind him before.

Catching sight of Toph, the girl gave him a grin and a thumbs up. He said his thanks, knowing she would hear him.

The night was beginning to get cold, but with the fire in front of him, and the fact that he could regulate his own body temperature, meant that he wasn't cold, and he could make sure Orora wasn't either.

It was funny how just a few months ago, he'd been here in front of another fire with different people, raging about how angry he was at himself. Not to mention the Orora with him back then had been a projection of his mind. One he could not touch or feel, but could only hear and see.

And now, here he was. More at peace then ever before, with an arm wrapped around his girlfriend as she slept, a look of utter peace and tranquility on her gentle features. Turning his head, he dropped a soft kiss to her hair, opting to wait for her to wake up so they could return to the house.

Though the kiss seemed to have done the trick. Groaning softly as her eyes blinked open, Orora gazed around blearily, trying her best to clear the fog that had settled in her brain while she slept. "Where's everyone?" She said softly, reaching up to rub the heal of her palm against her eye. "Back to the house." Zuko revealed, reaching out with the shirt he had discarded that morning and wrapping it around her shoulders as she pulled away from him. "We should head back too, so that you can get to sleep."

The fire was put out with a brief wave of his hand, before he turned his attention to Orora and helped her up. She was still tired, but was more awake then she had been before. "Come on." She whispered, reaching for his hand and intertwining their fingers. Smiling Zuko began to lead the way back up towards the Summer House.

"Today was fun." Orora commented, smiling to herself. "I can't remember the last time any of us had fun." She mused to herself. Zuko shrugged. "Well when we win this war, hopefully we'll have more days like today."

Catching on to what he had said, Orora turned her head to look at him. "When, not If?" She asked, referring to the statement he had just made. "Of course it's when." He responded with a conviction that surprised her. "We're a strong team, and all of us have something to fight for." He fixed her with a determined look before adding. "So yeah, I know we won't loose."

They'd reached the stairs of the Summer House by now. Pulling slightly at Zuko's hand, Orora brought him to a halt before she pushed herself up to catch his cheek in a loving, lingering kiss.

With her hand cradling his other cheek, Orora smiled at the sight of him staring at her, his eyes wide and wanting.

The last bit of realization had her blushing as she slowly pulled away.

"I'm glad you found your reason Zuko." She whispered softly, referring to the conversation they had had so long ago by the lake they had first battled in. A time when both of them had been practically strangers and yet the connection they had was so profound that neither had realized just how much it would come to mean to them as time went on.

She began to walk up the stairs, leaving Zuko to stare after her.

And the moment she turned back to look at him, the wind catching her hair, his shirt around her shoulders, and the familiar, yet forever breathtaking, smile on her lips, an image surfaced in his mind.

A image of her standing just where she was, with that very same smile.

In his dream.

When he had been sick.

In Ba Sing Se.

Even then his heart and soul had known what had taken his head so long to catch up on.

She was the balm he had always needed, would always need.

And now that he had her, he never wanted to let her go.

"Will you go on a date with me?"

The words rushed out of his mouth before he even realized his tongue was forming them.

The girl blinked, startled. "What?"

Clearing his throat, Zuko steeled himself before repeating what he had said. "I was wandering Orora," As he spoke he began to ascend the stairs, drawing closer to her with every step. "If you would do me the honor of going on a date with me?"

He was standing in front of her now, though still a step down. Not that it made any difference, since the position only allowed them to be face to face, rather then her tilting her head to look up at him.

She still hadn't responded, her hands clasping the front of his shirt tightly in front of her.

Remembering what he had slipped in the pocket that morning, he reached out to pull out the moon peach he had bought for her.

He held it up between them, watching as her eyes widened in surprise. "Please?"

Her hand lifted to take the piece of fruit from between his fingers. "I would love to." She finally replied. Leaning forward she sealed the deal with yet another kiss to his cheek. Though this one was pressed against his scar.

"Tomorrow at six in the evening?" She suggested, to which he simply nodded, his smile just as tender as his gaze. The wind was soft as it played with their hair, bringing with it the sound of the waves still crashing on the beach below.

Orora began to walk backwards, never once breaking the eye contact the two of them shared.

"I'll be waiting."

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