#but by the end when he realizes he's starting to get older and if he's going to achieve something he'd better start now I think his
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Did Les ever dated in the past? Also is he with anyone recently?
Les quit school really early, like 10-years-old early, and he started working soon after, so he didn't really have friends his age. That kinda puts a buffer on a teenager's social and love life. Though there was something that happened at a house party once, that was, uh... a bad experience, and it left him with a lot of issues. Also, partially because of this, he's not really someone who acts on his crushes. So he never dated before.
But at one point the band spent a few months in the same location (dunno the reason yet, but maybe they weren't getting enough gigs and they had to take up some part time jobs for a while), and Les developed a crush on a bartender at a nearby club.
She's the only OC of mine who's visually a bigger weirdo than Les, and he definitely saw a little bit of himself in her, and hoping for someone with some shared life experience, it's what initially attracted him toward her and vice versa.
So they had a thing going on for a short time. It never developed into anything serious because sadly they are very alike, which means they are BOTH morons who are shy about making the first move. And after a while they came to the agreement that they were better as just friends.
Floyd with his persistent crush was not happy about the possible romance at first, but he ended up being happy for Les, and he finally decided to give his hopeless longing a rest, since the only good it was doing was growing a rift between his and Les's friendship.
Funny enough it was Floyd backing down which allowed the two to grow closer. Les lowered his guard since he no longer had to overthink if Floyd would interpret anything he did or said as some kind of flirting or act of love, and he no longer had to brace himself for any uncomfortable romancing coming from Floyd either.
They were already good friends since the start but they became much more casual with each other and began to understand each other on a deeper level as years passed. As Floyd got older and more mature, and became an equal with the rest of the bandmates, it was actually Les who fell for him, hard. He didn't really do anything about it though, but Floyd eventually realized this and you know he did something about it. Though Floyd's crush had gone from looking at Les as this cool experienced older guy when he was younger to now seeing him as a shy innocent teddy bear compared to his lewd self ksjhdkjs.
So technically they became each other's first proper all-encompassing relationship. And by that I mean that besides the lovey-dovey obvious stuff, they were also best friends and helped each other grow a lot. Also Floyd by the time they got together, already started a habit of hooking up with strangers at parties, so being with Les forced him to slow down and progress through a relationship slowly and at a healthy pace for someone his age (since you can't really get anywhere with Les without a lot of patience). And Floyd got Les to become comfortable with opening up and talking about his deep-rooted feelings. They talked about issues they faced, many of which were related to Les's childhood trauma, instead of him just ignoring or suppressing it all. (Floyd also opened up about his own family trauma with Les obviously, but he talked about it even before they got together.)
The relationship, especially at the start, could still be considered questionable from an outsider's perspective, but so was the band's lifestyle in general. They were good for each other during that period while they were growing up and figuring themselves and each other out, which is what matters I think.
It was honestly mainly Floyd's undiagnosed bipolar disorder that made the relationship suffer toward the end of Floyd's days in the band. It created a lot of trust issues between Floyd and Les, and also Floyd and everyone else, heck it even made Floyd distrust himself, since he and none else knew or understood what was happening with him. This led to a lot of misery and anger that he mostly ended up directing at Les, and it was what eventually made them break up and Floyd leave.
#god damn it floyd's bpd at it again. what do i do with it. maybe i really should send him to therapy... 🤔#I know this answer is late but when I received the ask I was still developing the oc. whose name is Brook btw. i guess i forgot to say that#she is a sweetiepie and yes you will see more of her if you want#trolls#dreamworks trolls#ex bandmates#trolls floyd#trolls oc#les#brook#my art#answered#floyd in the first pic is feeling threatened lmao. bby you have no chance with him at this point go start your hoe career first#long post
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So, rockabye, baby
Paring: Agent Whiskey x Female reader
Summary: You and Jack being happy and having 4 babies aka dear cowboy having the big happy family he deserved.
Word counting: 1.1k
Rating: General audiences
Warnings: Heart aching fluff, it's implied that reader is in her late 30s-early 40s.
A/N: First of all, we'll pretend we haven't saw anything in case I have made any mistakes while calculating the kids' ages, I'm horrible with any kind of math. Since the very moment I saw @mothandpidgeon's Mother's day challenge I knew I had to write something involving Jack and babies hahaha. Yes, this was named after the masterpiece "Rockabye" by Clean Bandit and Anne-Marie.
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Even before you got married, you knew you wanted at least one baby and the idea was completely encouraged by Jack. At the moment you saw yourself tucked on the bed with your small baby girl in your arms giggling while her father squeezed her chubby little cheeks, you knew that Katherine wouldn’t be a single child and, as you imagined, when your daughter was two and half once again you saw yourself smashing Jack’s hand while pushing your second baby. Oliver came to the world completely healthy and looked like his dad as much as Katherine, except for his eyes that definitely were yours.
On a random rainy evening, while you and Jack carefully moved the babies to their beds for a little nap, again you felt reality hitting on you fully, making you admit to yourself that maybe wouldn’t be that bad to have another little one around the house, but at that point, you weren’t sure if Jack would engage the idea, since you two haven’t established a specific number of kids you’d like to have. Being no surprise at all Jack emphatically agreed with another baby, already getting excited about it, even with Oliver being only 4 months old.
When Katherine was 6 and Oliver was 3, once again you and Jack were dealing with tummy aches and night shifts with your chubby newborn Amelia, a perfect copy of you with Jack’s eyes, she was the loudest of the babies, even though she was still pretty quiet for a newborn.
“We’re too good at making beautiful babies.” Jack said with a melted smile while observing you nestling Amelia in your arms as she started to fall asleep.
“I can’t disagree.” You chuckled and looked at him, smiling with his expression.
“We should make another one.” He mentioned while caressing Amelia’s tiny head,
“I don’t know. I getting old to this.” You admitted while looking back at your baby.
“It’s up to you, honey. If you want three more babies, fine, if you want to stop here, fine either.” Jack assured and leaned to kiss your forehead.
“We can go back to this matter when she’s a bit older.”
And it happened exactly like that.
At the moment Amelia was 3 and half years old, you and Jack talked about it once more, pondering all the possibilities and getting to an agreement: if you didn’t get pregnant until the end of the year, Jack would, at last, get a vasectomy and the two of you would be fine with your three babies if you ended up pregnant, he would get the sterilization either way and both of you would be more than happy with another little one on the house.
There was no pressure on the process, both of you knew that at your age fertility tended to start to decrease and were fine about it, what didn’t prevent you and Jack from having a lot of hopes, and it probably worked, because not even two complete months after the decision being made and once again you were running to Jack to tell him you were pregnant. Eight months later the little Barbara, an equal mix of you and Jack, was sleeping peacefully on her crib while her siblings watched in complete silence to no disturb her.
You woke up that morning after realizing that Jack wasn’t in bed, which wasn’t such a rare event since he used to get up earlier than the chickens just to make sure he would have enough time to shave and groom his mustache before the day started. You still were lazy and slightly asleep, but you could hear the slight buzz near the bedroom door and Jack’s voice quietly saying something like “Y’all try to keep the turmoil under control, please.”. Right after that, you heard the door being opened and the steps of your four kids getting close, making you realize it was Mother’s Day morning.
Katherine, at the plenty of her 12 years was the first one to get tucked on the bed and hold you, right after her, your nine-year-old Oliver nestled against you either, Amelia found a space to make herself comfortable with all the morning energy of a six-year-old, and Barbara, after a couple of squeaked pleas for the help of her dad, got up on the bed too, moving the better her little 2 and a half-year-old body could.
“May I be informed on what y’all are involved?” you asked playfully, managing the best possible to cuddle all your babies “This includes you.” You said while looking at Jack lying next to you and the kids.
“Just making sure daddy will give us a moment alone with you for at least five minutes.” Katherine said promptly with that smug mocking tone that made her sound very much like Jack.
“Yeah, he don’t understand what’s space.” Oliver reaffirmed his sister’s statement as always since they made quite a great duo.
“Thank you very much for the consideration.” Jack retorted while doing his best to try to sound serious.
“It’s true, daddy. Y’need to leave more momma time for us.” Amelia cooperated with her siblings, making you smile with how thick her southern accent was at that early age, another thing besides her eyes that she got from Jack.
“Kathy, Kathy.” Barbara mumbled while nudging her sister, making Katherine turn her head to look.
“What’s the urgence, little Egyptian plague?” the baby laughed at her sister’s bored tone, Katherine loved Barbara more than anything and anyone and would fight everyone, including you and Jack to defend the baby, but her personality wouldn’t let her use friendly cute nicknames with the little one.
“Help.” Barbara said while stretching out her little arms, wanting a little hand to get closer to you since she couldn’t climb up her siblings.
“You’re a pain in the ass, hum?” Katherine rolled her eyes while grabbing Barbara and placing the little one between her and you “Now stop disturbing.” Katherine said in her usual bored tone when talking to Barbara and finished the phrase by kissing the baby’s head.
“Y’all have way too much of the personality of me and your father.” You concluded the obvious and laughed shaking your head.
“Something has to go wrong, right?” Jack joked while getting snuggled with you and the kids.
“He didn’t remain away for five minutes, did he?” Oliver asked as he saw his father joining the collective hug.
“Definitely not.” Amelia affirmed as if it was stupidly obvious, making all of you laugh.
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The Beginning Calm
D.I. Greg Lestrade put up with a lot for the services of "World's Only Consulting Detective" Sherlock Holmes. His biting sarcasm, vicious diatribes, and insults to his intelligence. And that was nice compared to what came out of the genius’ mouth when it comes to his team. Not to mention Sherlock’s near childlike glee in flaunting his often barely legal antics with the law. But he and the team, okay mostly just he, tolerated it. Why? Because like it or not - he did, his team did not – at the end of the day, the man got results. Sherlock got the results which got Greg the arrests needed to get criminals off the streets, and the solid convictions that kept them off.
It was not easy dealing with Sherlock Holmes, or his even bigger pain in the arse brother Mycroft but it was worth it. Still, Greg would not lie if he did not wish it could be a bit calmer in the chaos.
Thus, you could have knocked Greg over with a feather once John Watson entered the picture. In less than twenty-four hours of the doctor knowing the genius, Greg had started to note small differences.
Sherlock, when realizing he might have messed up, looked to John for guidance. “Not good?”
John, realizing Sherlock really did not understand, was patient, “Bit not good, yeah.”
Granted, Sherlock was back to his unthinking ways not even a moment later.
Sherlock: “Yeah, but if you were dying ... if you’d been murdered: in your very last few seconds what would you say?”
John” “Please, God, let me live.”
Sherlock: “Oh, use your imagination!”
Greg noted how the doctor, with a mere look and a softly spoken rebuke, “I don’t have to…,” had Sherlock briefly taken aback for his thoughtlessness again. Greg could count on one hand how often that worked between him and Sherlock.
By the end of the night, Greg understood this doctor was only the beginning of something very different for Sherlock.
When a certain black sedan still idled at the curve, he knew what it meant. He walked up minutes later, hearing as the rear window lowered.
“So, have you warehoused him yet?” Greg asked.
“And good evening to you, Detective Inspector Lestrade.” Mycroft retorted drolly.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah… Can’t prove it, don’t want to, but I know he just shot a man and that saved your brother’s life.”
“Interesting. For that I will answer your question, yes, he was warehouse earlier this evening. ”
“And he hadn’t go running for the hills after?”
“Neither had you, Lestrade.” Mycroft reminded him. “You, Dr. Hooper, Mrs. Hudson are the only ones to do so. ”
“What does not fear you, has what it takes to deal with your brother it seems.” Greg mused. “Watson calms him…”
“Him? John Watson, CALMS, my brother? That’s just not possible!”
“Don’t worry, your capricious little brother will always be a right prat. That’s never changing.” Greg turned to head back to the crime scene. “Goodnight, Mr. Holmes.”
“I’m not done speaking, Inspector Lestrade.”
“Too bad, I have work to do. I’m done not listening to you.” Greg walked away smugly.
He heard Mycroft’s scoff as the window went up again. “Watson calms Sherlock? The inspector is mad!”
He could not fault the older brother’s disbelief, given they were talking about Sherlock. He glanced over his shoulder in the direction John and Sherlock had walked as if he still saw the long-gone men and chuckled to himself.
“Yeah, he’s a prat, but I think someday, if we’re lucky with John, he just might become less of one.”
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||The Thread of Fate|| Part Twenty-Two
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.
Previous Chapters - Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven, Part Twelve, Part Thirteen, Part Fourteen, Part Fifteen, Part Sixteen, Part Seventeen, Part Eighteen, Part Nineteen, Part Twenty, Part Twenty-One,
A/N: And here is Zuko's inner turmoil :3
The sound of birds was what she noticed first.
Then it was the gentle rumbling of her bed.
Blue eyes blearily peeked in the early morning sunlight, the softness of her bed prompting her to bury herself deeper under her blanket.
The rumble came again.
Groaning softly, Orora sat up, the blanket covering her pooling around her waist as she yawned, blinking sleepily in the morning sun. Getting up from Appa's tail and stretching, she shuffled forward to stand in front of the bison. The bison rumbled again, pleased to see her.
Orora smiled, reaching out to gently hug the side of his giant head. "Thanks for keeping me warm buddy." She cooed, pressing a kiss against his fur. Appa groaned loudly in response, trying to snuggle his head against her. Of course, he was much too big. The sudden unexpected push had her tumbling to the ground and onto her butt. A soft laugh fell from her lips, as Appa snuggled his nose against her as an apology.
Looking around, she realized she was the first one up. Standing up, and giving Appa one last pat, she walked through their little camp, passing by everyone as they slept.
Toph with Momo snuggled up against her, prompting the older girl to reach out and cover the younger girl properly with her blanket. Sokka was snoring away with his mouth slightly open. Orora shook her head, wandering just how many spiders he'd eaten during the night by accident. Katara with her hair open, appearing even younger in her sleep with one arm stretched out beside her while the other rested under her head. Coincidentally, the arm stretched out was her left arm, which meant that her finger with the thread tied at the end was angled towards Aang, who was asleep a little ways away from Katara. Though, it was probably not by chance that his right hand was pointing towards Katara.
Her heart softened. Had they fallen asleep looking at their strings? Maybe seeing them glow? It was so obvious how much they cared about one another. Could she go as far as to call it love though?
Maybe.....
Glancing at her own string which hung lifeless and without a flicker of color, Orora sighed to herself before walking away.
Once she was a little ways away from the camp, she quickly stripped off her clothes. Standing in her underclothes, she gazed at her reflection as she untied her hair.
While the bags under her eyes had improved slightly after a good night's sleep, it appeared her three weeks of no eating spree had taken its toll on her. She looked weak and extremely thin. Whatever muscle she had gained over the months she had trained her water-bending had started to loose mass.
But it was her face that caught most of her attention.
Her once full cheeks were thin, with her cheekbones and jaw sticking out. Her eyes appeared gaunt and even wider in her now thin face.
All in all, she looked so unlike herself.
But that ended today, she promised herself, as she slowly stepped into the semi-warm water of the Spring.
As the water surrounded her, Orora closed her eyes, allowing herself to become one with her element. She'd barely used her bending in the past month, having had no passion or energy left for it.
The ground beneath her finally gave way, and she was floating in the water, slowly going even deeper. Tiny bubbles of air escaped her, her arms suspended in the water as if she were jumping in the air. Her hair pooled around her, framing her face.
Her ice blue eyes trained at the bright sky above the surface of the water.
After so many days of inner turmoil, where her heart, mind and soul had raged against one another, right then, at the very pinnacle of her element.
She felt free.
Her eyes closed, savoring the tranquility of it all................
But then they snapped open, the calmness that had been there before was replaced with a look of fierce determination.
Straightening herself, Orora pushed her arms down on either side of her, propelling herself through the water, and breaking the surface with a loud splash and out towards the sky.
She briefly hung in midair, the that had risen with her in the form of a whirlpool receding back into the spring. Then she was falling, but the girl quickly swung her arms around her body in a circular motion, creating an icy water slide which she skated down and into the spring.
Orora didn't stop there.
Creating multiple icicles, she threw them towards the sky, allowing them to hang in midair before they began their descent. The sharp ends glinted in the sunlight, but Orora was prepared. Armed with twin water whips she wrapped the ends around two of the oncoming icicles, and using them as ammunition, struck every other incoming target until the sky rained with tiny crystals glinting beautifully in the sunlight.
Standing atop a pillar of ice, the girl threw her arms forward, prompting several sharp thin discs of ice to dislodge from the pillar and fly through the air. The discs embedded themselves into the rocky wall of their haven. And they stayed there before the sun melted them away.
With the water coming up to her waist, Orora began to swing her arms around in a circular motion. A whirlpool formed in the middle of the lake, and with every repeated movement on her part, it grew and it grew. Once she was sure it would continue for a long while, she created a large ice disk for herself and once she had secured her feet using ice to encase them, she allowed herself to be sucked into the whirlpool. Several rocky outcroppings acted as her obstacles, which she had to clear by either jumping out of the way, or break apart using either a whip with an ice boulder attached to the end or a wave of water that was sharp and thin enough to cut through it. Not to mention that she had to keep her balance to make sure she didn't fall into the water.
Slowly the whirlpool she had created subsided on its own, leaving behind a smooth calm surface.
Panting heavily, with her arms and legs now burning, she moved on to the next session of her training.
Calming down.
Freezing a large block of ice in the shade of a rock to keep it from melting too quickly, she got to work.
Once she was finished with that, she moved on to the next one.
Then another.
Then another.
Her mind was solely focused on the task, and despite the constant motion of her fingers, hands and arms her body appeared relaxed. The raging thoughts that plagued her were pushed to the back of her mind and she was so immersed in her work that she didn't realize she had an audience.
Three pair of curious eyes, and a curious pair of feet, had begun watching her almost since the beginning of her training. Now they watched her create art from four blocks of ice.
"Is that......" Katara trailed off, staring almost disbelievingly at what Orora had created. Aang, who was standing beside her nodded mutely.
Sokka was the first one to step forward, assessing what she had created with a critical eye while Orora was busy with her final ice block.
"Orora you made me too scrawny. I know I have more muscles then that." He pointed to the ice sculpture Orora had created of him. The girl in question didn't even look up from where she was bending the ice to create Aang's airbending tattoos in the ice sculpture of his likeness.
"That is exactly how you look Sokka, be glad I didn't give you Momo's ears because I can do that." She quipped, stepping away to analyze her work critically, her fingers moving to add tiny details in the ice here and there.
Katara moved to stand in front of her her likeness which was bent in a battle stance. "These are amazing! Have you always known how to do this Orora?" She asked, her finger tracing the hair loopies she used to have when wearing the attire of her Nation.
Orora, stepping away from Aang's sculpture, which the young Avatar quickly raced towards to examine, she shrugged. "I mean I have created small ice figures before as a hobby. Master actually encouraged it." She added with a small smile, placing a hand on Toph's shoulder and guiding her to where her ice sculpture glinted in the sunlight. "He said I could use my hobby as a way to calm down after a rather intense bending session."
She gestured to the spring which was now as calm as it could be. "Can you see anything with your feet Toph?" Orora asked, curious if the girl could feel the ice sculpture. Toph shrugged. "Not very clearly. I don't know." Orora hummed before taking Toph's hands and placing them against the cold surface of the sculpture.
"Here! Maybe you can feel what you look like by tracing along?" She suggested, to which Toph smiled and began to explore the contours of her face.
Aang stepped forward, smiling. "How does it feel? Using your bending again?" He asked. "Honestly?" Orora inhaled deeply before a smile pulled at the corner of her lips. "It felt really good."
A loud grumble sounded prompting Aang, Katara and Toph to look towards Sokka. "That wasn't me!" He protested, raising his arms to the sky and huffing in annoyance.
Orora patted her stomach. "No that was me. I'm starving." Katara grinned, happy to hear those words come out of Orora's mouth.
"Well lets get breakfast started then!" She said, reaching out to grasp Orora's hand. The two waterbenders ran off to, discussing what to make for breakfast.
Aang looked at Katara's sculpture, admiring how Orora had captured her beauty even in ice. "Aww man! And my nose is bigger too!" Sokka complained as Toph moved to trace her hands along Sokka's ice face, before feeling for his nose.
"Actually, she made it smaller then it really is."
"Hey!"
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The one good thing about Ember Island was that he could walk around and no one would come up to him and annoy him because they had no idea who he was.
Of course that meant that he was mostly left alone with his thoughts and when Zuko was alone with his thoughts, well things tended to get dark.
Especially when he didn't have anything to distract him
Or rather anyone.
Rather just one person.
Orora.
As he sat on the beach under the shade of the umbrella he shared with Mai, Zuko couldn't help be think back on his most recent vision of Orora.
She'd silently cried in front of him for a few minutes before he had blinked and she was gone. Though that didn't mean she left his mind. On the contrary, the image of her tear-stained cheeks, sad eyes and hopeless expression was seared into his brain.
Kind of like the scar his father had seared in his face.
Why was she crying? Was it because somewhere out there she was really crying? Why would she be crying though? Did someone hurt her? Did someone she know had gotten hurt?
A thought suddenly came to his mind, one that hadn't occurred to him before because......well he didn't think anyone would think of him the way Orora did.
Was she crying because of him? Did she miss him just as much as he missed her?
Because he did miss her. So so much.
A strange feeling crept up his spine, prompting him to look up beside him from where he had been idly drawing in the sand. Was it his imagination, or had Mai been staring at him?
He had gotten rather tired of her insistent pursuit, and had asked her to stop. But if he knew anything about Mai it was that she was stubborn, and would only do as she saw fit.
Ignoring her, he returned his attention to the sand once more.
He froze at what he saw there.
His idle drawings hadn't been.......well idle.
He'd actually done a couple of things.
First was a strange symbol that was a blend of the sigil of the Fire Nation and the Water Tribe within a circle. It had the three circles of the Water Tribe, yet the tops of the circles had the flickering flames of the Fire Nation sigil.
And the other wasn't exactly a drawing. Rather he had written the name of his soulmate in the sand.
Zuko stared at the name, briefly brushing the tips of his fingers along the grainy sand as she did.
Hearing his sister and Ty Lee approach, he quickly swept a hand through the sand erasing any evidence of what consumed his very thoughts.
The string tied around the finger of his right hand glowed a bright blue.
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Orora's eyes widened as she grinned at Katara in disbelief.
"You didn't?!" She gasped out at the smug looking waterbender.
"I did." Katara responded, as she tossed some vegetables into the pot of water that was boiling away atop the fire. "I mean yeah, the pirates came after us and all, but we managed to escape and I learned some new waterbending forms."
The older girl shook her head. "Still, that was rather gutsy, stealing from pirates." Katara shrugged. "Well it wasn't there's to keep. Of course handling the pirates would've been easy if Zuko hadn't come along and created more of a mess then it already was." She added, not really thinking of her response.
Her eyes widened, and her hand slapped over her mouth as she looked at Orora. "Spirit! Orora, I am so sorry, I didn't mean to mention him it just slipped out and...." The girl trailed off as Orora sighed before shaking her head.
"Its alright Katara. I mean, I have to get used to you guys saying his name every now and then don't I?" She gave a sad laugh as she began to add in the spices and salt into the boiling water. "I mean, he did tell me how he chased you all around trying to capture Aang, but I guess he left out a few details."
She could ignore the sudden lurch of her heart, could ignore the ache of sadness that seemed to permeate her very soul. After all, she had to move on didn't she?
"So, he told you everything?" Katara asked, curious to know what else he had told Orora. The lighthearted conversation they had been having just moments before seemed to dissipate completely. The air around them became a little heavy with....a cautious tone.
Orora nodded. "Pretty much everything. I mean during our stay in Ba Sing Se, we had a lot of free time and we just talked about everything. Mostly our childhoods though." She smiled sadly, stirring in some noodles into the bowl. "Its strange how many things we had in common. Both our father's banished us, and we were just trying to find our purpose in the world."
A sad laugh fell from her lips as she pushed back a few stray strands of her hair from her face. "Did you know he would follow me around the city whenever I would go out?" Staring out at the clear spring with a faraway look in her eyes, Orora continued. "It wasn't really safe for young girls in the Lower Ring, and he made it his duty to make sure I stayed safe. It was one of the reasons that made me see that he actually had a kind heart."
Orora held her hand out, curling her fingers inward in an elegant motion, pulling a small bubble of water towards her. "But then I already knew he had a kind heart I mean, I was a stranger to him at the North Pole, and yet he saved me." She began to play with the water ball, holding it aloft and splitting it into several smaller balls of water. "Soulmate or no, I know in my heart that even if he had not felt that tug on his finger, he still would've saved me. Because that is the sort of person he is. He would never intentionally physically harm a person. Unlike his sister and father."
The younger waterbender held a certain amount of anger and resentment towards the Fire Nation prince, not only because of the betrayal and the fact that he had chased them for so long, but also because he had broken her sister's heart.
And yet, hearing Orora speak about him like that, as if he were nothing but a confused boy, trying to find a place where he belonged, he sounded almost..........human.
"Orora?" Katara began, frowning slightly at the other girl, though not in disapproval or anger, but rather in confusion. Once she turned to look at her, the girl continued. "Did you," Her words came out slowly. "Love him?"
Ice blue eyes blinked at her.
There was a brief stretch of silence between the two waterbenders before Orora pursed her lips. "I don't know." She finally responded, not exactly the answer Katara had been expecting. She frowned. "Why don't you? I mean shouldn't you, look at how you were after what he did."
Orora stared at the girl, a little at a loss on how to explain it to her properly. Her gaze flickered towards Aang who was practicing some earthbending moves with Toph.
"Katara, after Aang was shot, and with the way you reacted, anyone would assume that you love him." A bright blush stole across Katara's cheeks, as she too turned her head to look in Aang's direction.
Peering at the suddenly shy girl, Orora asked. "So, you tell me Katara, do you love Aang?"
Katara blinked at Orora, her heart beating fast and her cheeks stained with a blush, as she tried to find an answer to Orora's question.
Finally, her shoulders deflated and she wrapped her arms around her torso and lifted one shoulder in a shrug. "I.....don't know." She finally responded to which Orora gave a sad smile.
"Now you understand how I feel." She reached out to place a reassuring hand on Katara's shoulder. "But at least you have the chance to figure your feelings out, and I am going to help you because if I don't get a happy ending, by the Spirits I am going to make sure that you and Aang get one."
Katara stared at the older girl who was smiling at her. With tears in her eyes the younger waterbender pulled Orora into a warm embrace. "Woah! You alright there?" She asked, feeling the warm tears against her bare shoulder. Katara nodded against her skin.
"I'm just glad you're here." The girl admitted, prompting Orora to return the embrace just as lovingly and fiercely as it was given.
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What his Uncle said had been true.
Girls being late was a universal thing.
And he had to wait for three of them to get ready to go to the stupid party they'd been invited to. Zuko hadn't wanted to go, but Ty Lee had insisted, said it would be fun to be at a normal party for once, not one of those fancy ones that the Fire Palace held every now and then.
He sat at the entrance of the Holiday Home they were staying at, staring glumly out towards the waves crashing against the beach. The sound carried over the wind, triggering memories of Orora whenever she would practice in a large body of water.
Zuko wandered if she had continued her training. Maybe she had found herself an actual waterbending Master, instead of a stand-in like his Uncle had been. Then again, his Uncle had taught her many things during the time they had traveled together. He remembered how precise yet elegant she always was when it came to her bending. Sometimes he was sure that she was dancing along with the water instead of just bending it.
She made her element an extension of herself, a trait Zuko still struggled with.
His eyes dropped to his thread which was-
"Who's Orora?"
Mai's dry voice cut through his very heart. He scrambled to his feet, turning around to face the knife-wielding girl who stood at the open doorway with a scowl on her face and a hand on her hip. "How do you know that name?" He asked, his voice hoarse as he stared at her.
His mind ran a mile a second. How could she know Orora's name? Had she been captured? Had something happened to her? Had she done something that had caught people's attentions? Worst case scenarios, one after the other, played in his mind.
"You said her name." The girl revealed. "You were calling out to someone who wasn't there. Asking why she was crying."
Spirit she had seen him that night!
"So who is Orora?" The girl asked again, narrowing her eyes at him. Zuko was frozen where he stood, trying to decide how to handle the situation.
But he had to make sure one thing before all else.
"Have you told Azula?" He asked, to which Mai's scowled only deepened. "Does it matter?" She asked in her usual flippant tone that gave away no emotion.
Fear overwhelmed him, pushing him to reach out and grasp Mai by the shoulder. "Yes!" He revealed, his voice equal parts desperate and panicked. "Please Mai, tell me, have to told Azula?"
In all her years, Mai had never seen this sort of desperation before. There was fear in his amber eyes, and the very idea of his own sister knowing some girl named Orora seemed to throw him off completely.
Finally, she shook her head in a silent response.
Instantly, his hands dropped from her shoulders to her forearms, he hung his head, his body relaxed and his breathing calmed.
"Zuko?" She called out to him, but the young prince was far away. He was reliving the nightmare he had had. The nightmare that had left him sick to the stomach and crying. "Zuko?" She said again, this time shaking his shoulders.
He finally looked up, and she could see the same haunted look in his eyes that she had seen the night when he had been calling out to Orora. Her ears pricked at the sound of Azula and Ty Lee descending the stairs.
Zuko must've heard it too, because he straightened up and stepped away from her. Whatever composure he had broken, he retained in the blink of an eye. Mai stared in amazement.
Who was this girl? One moment he had been desperately asking her if Azula knew about her, then the next he had pushed aside all he felt just so his sister wouldn't pick up on anything.
As they began to walk down the path towards the house where the party would be, Mai managed to catch Zuko's eye and gave him a look. A look that clearly said that the conversation was far from over.
But it didn't scare Zuko.
Not when the glow of his string kept him company.
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Goes to where Sokka is fishing and talks to him about what she said. She goes to say sorry, but Sokka tells her that Yue wasn't his soulmate. A girl named Suki is.
His eyes narrowed, and his tongue sticking out from the side of his mouth, Sokka was able to expertly tie the string through the hook. Once satisfied that it wouldn't loosen he moved to test it further.
Only to stop when he spied Orora standing at the bank of the Spring facing him where he stood atop the rock in the middle of the water. He grinned, motioning for her to come over. With a quick flick of her arms, Orora was able to create a wave that carried her towards him, depositing her safely to his side.
Sokka nodded, impressed. "Good to see you using your bending again. You're getting stronger." He praised, to which she lifted her shoulders in a shrug. "Not strong enough. I'm still really tired from the bending practice I did this morning."
"Well it'll take a few days before you're at your full strength. You'll get there." He reassured her as he moved to the bag he had brought with him, taking out a long thin pole with a string and a hook. "Here! Lets see if we can catch some dinner for tonight."
So saying, they both sat opposite one another, and he began to guide her on how to properly tie the hook and what was the correct way to cast a line.
Somewhere between the two lessons, she turned to him, unable to keep the question that had been burning in her the entire day.
"I don't get it Sokka." She began, to which he frowned. "Well its not that difficult Orora, you just swing your arm and-"
She batted his arm and shook her head. "No! Not that!" A moment of silence, where she licked her lips before continuing. "You lost your soulmate. I mean Yue is gone, if we look at things..........logically." She knew how much the water tribe boy liked that word. "How were you able to cope."
Sokka was silent for a moment as he untangled a string that had snagged with another. "That's the thing Orora. I was her soulmate, but she wasn't mine."
Ice blue eyes blinked at him in disbelief.
"What?"
He turned to her with raised hands. "I'm no expert but I have a theory, so just hear me out." Once she nodded he took a deep breath.
"When we go to the North Pole, and when I saw Yue for the first time, I didn't feel my string tug or anything." He revealed. "But, I did feel this strange connection with her. And it was that connection that had me going to find her and talking to her." A sad smile pulled at his lips as he attained a faraway look in his eyes. Probably thinking about Yue, Orora mused. "It was a few days later when she revealed to me that her string had tugged when she'd met me, and grown shorter, but my string remained loose."
Orora frowned. "How is that possible?" She whispered, to which Sokka shrugged. "I'm not sure. No one has ever heard of anything like that, but maybe, no one in this world was connected to her soul because it was never hers to begin with."
He looked at her, blue meeting blue. Her eyes widened in realization. "Her soul wasn't her own because the Moon Spirit gave her life." The girl suddenly realized, a gasp leaving her lips. "Her soul belonged to the Moon Spirit."
Every Northern Water Tribe member knew of the story of the young princess and how she had been given life by the moon herself.
Sokka nodded. "Exactly. If it had been her soul, our strings would've been connected. But since her soul belonged to the moon, she could never have a soulmate. At least not from this world." He added with a shrug and a smile, but Orora could see the sadness in his eyes.
"D-does that mean you don't have a soulmate?" She asked, knowing fully well how a person had only one soulmate and no more then that. Though the sadness lingered, a smile pulled at his lips.
"It was just after Katara and I met Aang. We were at this place called Kyoshi Island and I was a complete idiot to this amazing warrior who had actually captured us." Orora nodded. She had heard bits and pieces of the story from Aang and Katara, but never Sokka's perspective of it. "I though that I wouldn't see her again, but then when we were trying to get into Ba Sing Se, I ran into her again."
The beginnings of a smile tugged at his lips, one that Orora was reciprocating as she slowly began to realize where the story was headed. "And because when we first met I had been a complete idiot to even realize it or even accept it, it was during that time at the Serpent's Pass that I realized she was my soulmate."
Orora sat there for a few moments, absorbing what Sokka had just told her. "So Yue wasn't your soulmate, but you were hers. Your soulmate is actually this other girl named......." She trailed off as Sokka straightened up, realizing he hadn't given her a name.
"Its Suki, and she's a Kyoshi Warrior." He added the last part with a proud grin, prompting Orora to laugh softly. "Oh I can see just how bad you have it for her." She said, punching his shoulder in a playful manner to which he blushed and shrugged.
"Well, she is my soulmate." He insisted. "The last time I saw her was before we got into Ba Sing Se, I don't know what happened after that because those Fire Nation girls came in disguised in their uniforms and well, you know how dangerous and ruthless those girls are."
That worried look in his eyes was back, and even Orora gnawed at her lower lip as her mind flashed to the three imposters, or more specifically, to Princess Azula.
If she could shoot with the intention t kill at her own Uncle, who knows what she was willing to do to someone who was a threat to her in some way.
Still, she reached out to take Sokka's fiddling hands in a reassuring manner and smile at him. "I'm sure she is alright Sokka. You would've felt it if she were in trouble." Deciding that perhaps what she would reveal would ease his pain, she pushed aside her own heartache for his sake.
"Zuko told me, much later, that when he saved me at the North Pole, he felt that my life was in danger before the string even tugged." Sokka looked at her a little surprised to hear her talking so freely about the boy who had broken her heart. "He felt it in his soul because we're soulmates, and I'm sure Suki is in no more danger then she was before, wherever she is."
The girl stood up, swinging her arm to cast her line into the water. "Fate, always has a way of leading us to our soulmates, and I'm sure, one day, it will lead you to yours in the most unexpected of ways." She added with a reassuring and hopeful smile at him.
Sokka grinned at her before following her lead and swinging his arm to cast his line into the water as well.
Only the hook at the end of it caught in the back of his shirt. And with the force of his entire body behind the swing of his arm, his shirt went halfway up his head and the sudden jerk had him loosing his balance atop the slightly slippery rock and down into the water below.
Orora was laughing her head off when he emerged, soaking wet and a tiny fish flopping about on his head.
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The party was in full swing, and though the beginning had been rather awkward, what with them arriving so early, all of them had eventually settled in.
Well in a way.
Zuko was sitting in a corner, deep in thought. Though his face betrayed no emotion, inside fear and desperation ran amuck. The nightmare kept replaying over and over in his mind, and that urge to protect Orora, one that had been so profound during their stay in Ba Sing Se, rose to the forefront and he felt antsy. All because he couldn't do anything. Because he couldn't protect her.
Mai was sitting beside him under the pretense of keeping him company. As far as Azula knew, she was still trying to win him over. And Mai wanted to keep it that way.
With Azula busy making Ty Lee give her lessons in flirting, Mai turned her attention towards Zuko. "You have a small window to tell me everything about this girl." She spoke in a low voice lest someone should hear them. But with the chatter of more then two dozen teenagers around them, it would be impossible to know what they were talking about unless someone stood very close.
His amber eyes flicked to where Azula and Ty Lee were still busy, as if confirming for himself that his sister wouldn't hear him.
"Before I tell you, you have to swear to me that not a word of our conversation goes back to Azula." He finally said, unable to keep all that he was feeling hidden within. He knew he was taking a huge risk to reveal what he was about to to Mai, but he couldn't take it any longer.
His Uncle wouldn't speak to him, and he had no one else.
Once Mai nodded in confirmation he turned slightly so he could look at her properly. "She is my soulmate." He began, before everything came spilling out. He compressed his story as much as he could, not wanting to share any intimate details with Mai. Yes, he wanted so much to trust her, but he had no desire to share a part of his heart with anyone. It was difficult enough for him to share this much.
He was rather quick in completing his story, leaving Mai with many questions which she didn't voice, and he wasn't sure he could answer. Zuko waited for her reaction, to tell him off for being soulmates with the enemy. Even though it was not in his control, he could still have chosen to not be with her or gotten to know her.
He could still have chosen not to care about her.
But how couldn't he?
Somehow he doubted he wouldn't have cared about Orora. She just had a presence about her, one that drew a person in and reveal all their secrets and know that they wouldn't be judged or ridiculed for it.
Or maybe it was just a soulmate thing?
Either way, he had come to care for her. Very much. And even with the guilt of betrayal weighing down on him, he found that he missed her because he still cared for her.
Mai bit her lower lip, as if she were struggled to find the words to say. And he couldn't blame her. What he had revealed was certainly not an easy secret to keep.
He was prepared for anything she had to say.
"I found my soulmate too."
Except that.
He blinked at her, staring in utter disbelief. Mai groaned, burying her face in her hands briefly before sighing and lowering them. "I met him while I was out shopping with my Mother. It was just after we came back." She revealed. "I saw him, and he saw me, and I ran."
Zuko allowed her a brief moment to gather herself. "Why?" He finally asked, to which she blinked up at him. "Why? Because he is a commoner Zuko. I am the daughter from a noble family, they would never have accepted him as my soulmate."
He frowned, about to tell her off for thinking like that. But then she surprised him. "But then I ran into him again, and this time I stayed, and I spoke to him." A blush stole across her cheeks, leaving him utterly speechless because Mai never blushed.
"I've been meeting him in secret at my aunt's flower shop. She is the only person who knows about him, and she has been really encouraging. And I've actually started to..........like him." The reveal had blinking in utter surprise before a smile formed on his lips and he grinned at her.
"I'm really happy for you Mai." He revealed, his voice honest and true as he gave her a hug from the side. She gave a small smile in return. "I'll keep your secret about Orora, if you keep mine." The girl bargained to which Zuko didn't hesitate to accept.
They both knew Azula would try to sabotage her growing relationship. And if she were to know of Orora's true worth to Zuko, then Azula would stop at nothing to take away his one source of happiness.
"So, you've been seeing Orora, even after what happened in Ba Sing Se?" His mood sobered as he nodded. "I've been trying to distract her so I wouldn't but it hasn't been working really."
Mai tilted her head as she regarded him. "Well, the whole point of coming here was to figure ourselves out. To find parts of ourselves we had no idea existed." She stood, placing a hand on his shoulder as a comforting gesture.
"So why don't you go find yours. Maybe you'll find the answer to your questions too." With one last smile, she walked away towards the food table, leaving Zuko to stare after her, looking a little astonished at her words. Though after a few moments, his lips thinned in a determined line.
Five minutes later he was walking along a familiar path, the noises from the party dimmed before slowly dying as he walked further and further away.
His only companion, was the blue of his thread.
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"I've got a bone to pick with you Ice Princess."
Orora looked up from where she had been playing with Momo to see Toph standing over her with her arms crossed. "And what did I do to offend the greatest earthbender in the world?" She asked in a playful tone that matched Toph's. The blind girl grinned in response before speaking.
"You made ice sculptures of everyone but yourself. I mean, I have a general idea of what you look like, but I want to be sure." The girl continued. "I mean what if I have to describe you to someone and all I have is that you're tall."
The older girl laughed as Momo climbed up to sit on her shoulder, chittering to get some head rubs, which Orora happily gave. "I'm not that tall Toph, I'm about Sokka's height." She corrected, to which Toph waved a hand. "That's tall enough, and you still haven't answered my question."
Orora grinned. "You didn't ask one." Toph merely crossed her arms over her chest. She sighed before setting Momo down from her shoulder. "I'm too tired to make a sculpture." She revealed, reaching forward to take Toph's hands. "So, how about you just feel for my face?" So saying, she placed the younger girl's hands on her face and waited patiently for her to start her observation.
There was a long stretch of silence, in which she stared into Toph's unseeing eyes as the younger girl traced along the features of her face, seemingly committing it all to memory. "If it helps, I have a white patch of hair on my head where the Moon Spirit touched me." She offered, to which Toph snorted.
"If I need to find you, I'll just ask people to point me towards the girl with an attitude." Orora frowned, though her lips remained pulled upwards in a smile. "I have an attitude?" She asked to which Toph nodded. "Oh yeah, its the way you stand sometimes. Like you're so sure of yourself."
Toph had dropped her shoulders a while ago, so now the girls just sat opposite one another talking. "Me? Sure of myself?" She echoed, sounding incredulous. Toph smirked. "Do you make it a habit of repeating what people have just said.
Orora rolled her eyes at the girl before adding a quick answer in the negative. "You can't be further from the truth. I mean half the time I don't even know what I'm doing." The younger girl nodded. "Yeah, but still you know what you want and you go for it. I really admire that about you." Toph revealed, which had Orora blinking in stunned silence.
Finally, the girl cleared her throat. "Yeah, well sometimes what I want isn't whats best for me. And deciding to stay with Zuko and Master, didn't turn out so great did it?"
Toph shrugged. "Maybe it wasn't, but you did what felt right and who knows, it might just turn out to be the right thing in the end." Orora smiled softly at the young girl, reaching out to take her hand and run her fingers along her lips so that she could actually feel her smile.
"I'm sorry about what I said about you not being able to find your soulmate." The older girl suddenly blurted out, the guilt of what she had said the night before finally spilling out of her. Toph was silent for a brief moment before she shrugged.
"Its alright Orora. I mean, I've always known I wouldn't be able to find my soulmate because I won't be able to see my string glow. I mean I would feel it tug but I wouldn't be able to know where they are since I can't see where the other end of the string ends." Toph explained, as Orora sighed.
"Still, maybe I can find a way to help you out. Have you ever felt your string tug?" The girl continued, curious to know if perhaps Toph had felt anything.
The long stretch of silence that followed confirmed what Orora had wanted to know.
"You have!" She cheered out, as Toph attempted to shush her. "Keep your voice down. I don't want anyone to know." She revealed. Though it was difficult, Orora was able to keep her voice down, but remained just as excited.
"Where did you feel the tug?" She asked, to which Toph sighed, knowing the older girl would pester her until she revealed everything. "On the boat after we escaped Ba Sing Se. I don't know when it started, or who it could be, but I know I felt it tug there."
Orora nodded. "Well we'll be meeting up with them soon, and when we do, I am going to find out who he is." She clapped her hands, giggling. "Oh, this is so exciting." Toph made a disgusted face, though she was pleased at the prospect of Orora helping her.
"Maybe I should start calling you Sugar Queen like I do Katara." She teased, to which Orora gasped in horror. "What?! No! I like Ice Princess."
"Then why don't you act like one?"
"What be detached and emotionless?"
"Why're you getting so poetic?"
"Well I like poetry so........."
"Ha! Forget Ice Princess, I'm gonna start calling you Lady Fancyfingers instead."
"Don't you dare!"
"What're you gonna do? Splash me with some water?"
SPLASH!
.............
.............
"Oh it is ON Ice Princess!"
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He left because he didn't feel like attending the party anymore.
He certainly didn't leave because he was bitter about seeing all the couples milling about, talking, laughing, embracing, dancing.....kissing.
Those acts only reminded him of the time he had shared with Orora, and though he had relived all those moments several times since his return to the Fire Nation, his recent nightmare, and the fact that she had been crying in the most recent vision he had seen of her, made him feel guilty to even think of those memories again.
He had no right think about her, not when he had betrayed her.
Had done her wrong.
Yes, even he admitted what he had done was wrong, and yet, he had done it for the right reasons.
Hadn't he?
Though what those reasons were, even he didn't remember.
He walked along the beach, the presence of the open water beyond acting as something of a comfort for him as he slowly neared the place he had no intention of going to, and yet, he couldn't help but be drawn towards it.
Suddenly he stopped, looking up at the house that greeted him.
The Summer House where the entire family had spent happy times together.
He inhaled deeply, closing his eyes as he did.
Zuko knew she was beside him before he even opened his eyes. His gaze turned to the sea, the wind blowing his hair about, as he slowly began to recall all the happy times he had spent here.
"We used to come here every Summer before Lu Ten died. I remember playing in the grass just behind us with my father, when he was something of a father to me." He revealed to Orora who remained silent.
He moved on, the vision of his soulmate following alongside him soundlessly like a ghost. Zuko reached the path that led towards the main doors of the house. He paused, head shifting to the side towards the beach that lay just beyond. "Uncle, Lu Ten and I used to make sandcastles over there everyday before the sun set. The waves always destroyed our castles, but he said it was a good thing. So that we could come back the next day and rebuild them all over again."
Gathering buckets of water and bringing it to his cousin who always took charge. Zuko was always happy to help him however he could. Just just wanted to play with his cousin because he was just so cool. That had been younger Zuko's thought process.
Present Zuko closed his eyes against the painful memories, the ghostly presence of his soulmate, as well as the constant blue hue of his string providing him with the comfort he so sorely needed.
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"Long day huh?"
Orora opened her eyes from where she'd been slightly dozing off while waiting for Katara to finish with dinner. She looked at Aang with a slow and sleepy nod. "You could say that." Stretching her arms above her head, the girl yawned.
"I feel like a weight has been lifted from my chest." The girl added as Aang sat down beside her. He smiled. "I'm glad to see you going about your day, we were really getting worried about you." He revealed, to which she gave a nod, the guilt evident in her blue eyes.
"I know, and I'm sorry. I didn't mean for my grief to get so bad, but I just couldn't help it." She revealed, to which Aang shook his head. 'It wasn't your fault Orora, you needed to grieve, trust me, it's never good to let all that remain inside you and never let out."
She nodded in response. "Still, how could I let it go so far. I mean, I didn't think my feelings for Zuko went that deep." Aang's grey eyes flitted to where Katara was finishing up with dinner. "Feelings have a way of taking roots in our heart without us knowing." He said, his voice serious. "And once they take root, no matter what you do, they grow."
Orora nodded in understanding. "They stay there don't they? Forever." Aang sighed before nodding. "They might wither." He explained further. "But they stay in our hearts for the rest of our lives."
The two of them sat there side by side, lost in their own thoughts. With Aang thinking about his soulmate, and Orora thinking about her own.
"You told me, how you had to reject your bond with Katara to gain the Avatar State." A frown creased his forehead, but he didn't stop her, so she continued. "Were you almost about to reject it then? Before you ran off because Katara was in danger."
She watched as the young boy seemed to curl in on himself, appearing even younger then his thirteen year old self. "I was." He finally revealed.
"Did it hurt?"
"It....it felt.....it felt like someone......was reaching inside my chest and........ripping out my heart." He finally finished, unable to find the correct words to make her understand the feeling he had felt in that moment.
A shiver traveled through her body, a cold that came from within settling about her as she bit her lower lip and looked away.
"Are you thinking of doing that with your bond?" He finally asked, turning his gaze towards the older girl who frowned.
"I'm.......I'm not sure." She finally revealed.
The two sat together in silence until Katara called out that dinner was ready. Aang stood to help her but he paused.
Looking back at Orora, he gave an understanding smile. "I know what you're going through isn't easy Orora, but trust me, rejecting a bond no matter what the other person has done, if ten times worse then what you've been feeling lately." He paused before continuing.
"And from most cases I have seen and heard about, both parties often die after the bond is rejected. Especially if they've started to fall in love with their Soulmate."
She looked up at him, mouth agape and eyes wide.
Aang simply smiled sadly.
"Just think with your heart and soul rather then your mind before you make that decision."
He walked away, leaving Orora to sit there and think over what he had just said.
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He approached the doors to the house, pulling and pushing in an attempt to open them up. He frowned when they didn't budge.
Without even a moment of hesitation, he kicked his leg out and the door swung open. He had no idea where the strength came from. Maybe the lock was just old and rusty?
Still, he paused briefly at the threshold before walking in. Dust covered every surface, and the air was thick with moisture since the place had been shut for so many years. He continued inside, pausing once he had a good view of the family portrait that hung in the middle of the wall.
"This was just before Lu Ten died." He explained to Orora. "It was our last vacation as a family, and mother insisted that we sit for a portrait. Azula and I hated every second of it, we wanted to go down to the beach and play." It felt strange, talking about his sister as if she weren't the person she was today. Zuko remembered when she had been a rather normal little girl.
That is, until, their father had decided that Azula was the one to be favored, and not Zuko.
He had hated his sister after that. For stealing away his father's love and attention.
His gaze flickered from his father to his mother. "She's beautiful." The soft voice of his soulmate prompted him to look at her. She had followed his line of sight and was looking at Ursa. Zuko nodded. "Yeah." He agreed, still looking at her.
Maybe his mother being beautiful wasn't the only thing he was agreeing to right then.
Breaking himself out of his thoughts, his amber eyes found a flat stone laying on the shelf that ran along the wall. He picked it up. It was an imprint of his own hand, when he'd been a baby.
Though he knew it was ridiculous, he laid his own hand atop it.
So much had changed since he had last been here. He wasn't the same person anymore, he realized with a jolt of his heart.
Orora's presence had gone from beside him.
And yet the vibrant blue of his string comforted him as he stood there alone.
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The sound of Toph's voice, urgent and grave was what roused her from her sleep.
"Guys, you're all gonna think I'm crazy." She said, sitting up. "But it feels like a metal man is coming."
Orora blinked away the sleep in her eyes, her brain trying to process what she was saying. But then a glimmer of light had her looking for the source and her eyes widened, all sleep forgotten.
High above their safe haven stood a giant of a man. He was staring down at all of them, though, and maybe it was just her suspicion, he seemed to focus on Aang and.......her.
The hairs at the back of her neck rose, and her body tensed in anticipation of what was to come next.
Suddenly the whole world seemed to explode as the man shot fire at them.
Not from his hands or his feet.
But his head.
Aang was the one who moved quickly, attempting to block the attach using a block of earth to shield them. But the wall exploded, sending them all flying back. Orora grunted as her rolling body finally came to a stop. Despite the ache she felt, she shot to her feet, already drawing from the spring and creating two large ice spears that she kept levitating with her waterbending abilities.
Toph had managed to stay upright and earthbended a rock towards the giant, who shot another wave of fire, dissipating the rock, and aiming straight at them. Once more Aang was able to shield them using his airbending this time. But he was knocked back by the force of the blast.
Katara stepped forward, sending a large wave towards their would be killer, though it had little to no effect as the man shot another wave of fire causing the wave to explore. Not wanting to give him time to gather strength, Orora swung her arms forward, allowing her ice spears to cut through the air and towards the giant.
He was able to dodge the first one, while the second he simply destroyed with yet another wave of fire hitting a rocky outcrop destroying it on impact.
This time, dust exploded everywhere, and for a moment her vision was clouded as she tried to see what was happening. She heard Appa roar in the background, and the earth rumbled as Toph created a protective barrier around them in case the man tried to attack again.
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"I thought I'd find you here."
The sound of his sister prompted Zuko to look up from what he held in his hands. Still lost in the haze of the memories he had just relived, he spoke the first words that came to mind.
"Those summers we spent here seem so long ago." His gaze flickered to the house that still echoed with the sounds of happier times. "So much has changed."
Azula, with no sentimental bone in her body, simply sighed and rolled her eyes. "Come down to the beach with me." She urged, already walked away with barely a glance at the house. "Come on. This place is depressing." She walked off, with Zuko following after her, leaving behind the stone that had his hand print.
Once they reached the beach, he realized that Mai and Ty Lee were already there. His eyes met Mai's briefly, and the two gave one another a nod of acknowledgment.
"I'm freezing." Ty Lee shivered, wrapping her arms around herself as she did.
An idea forming in his mind, Zuko smiled. "I'll make a fire." His gaze shifted to the summer house they had just come from. "There's plenty of stuff to burn in there."
And though he had just walked down to the beach, Zuko began the trek back up, intent on gathering whatever happy memories he had once lived there and burning them for the lies they had been.
Fortunately, the blue of his string stayed with him along the way.
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Another explosion echoed in the night as they all crouched behind the wall Toph had created.
"This is crazy!" Sokka exclaimed. "How can we beat a guy who blows things up with his mind?" They had each tried to bring him down using their bending but to no avail. Orora, still not quite recovered from her past three weeks was beginning to feel the effects of using her bending for so long that day. She still wasn't strong enough.
Aang suddenly stood up, a determined gleam in his eyes. "We can't!" he declared before looking to his friends. "Jump on Appa! I'll try to distract him!" With that he shot off.
"I hope he has a plan." Toph said nervously as they all ran towards Appa. Sokka was the one to help her up onto the saddle where she collapsed, her vision blurring slightly before clearing.
Whatever Aang had planned, it worked, and as they passed by, he jumped into the saddle. The moment he was in, Katara moved forward to hold on to him. Her arms clasped his, and Orora could see that his grip was just as tight in response.
As if they were trying to reassure each other that they were alive.
"I'm okay." He said as Momo jumped onto his shoulder. Orora looked back to where the dust still hadn't cleared where Aang had left the strange man.
"Well, that was random." Toph exclaimed.
Katara shook her head as she sat up to look back just as Orora was doing. "I don't think so." She spoke gravely. "I get the feeling he knows who we are."
The older girl bit her lower lip. "And I get the feeling that he was sent to take us out permanently, not just capture us."
A grave silence followed her words, and since no one disagreed with her, she knew her assumption was correct.
And she gulped in fear.
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The wooden frame was dropped into the already burning fire, flickering immediately eating away at the portrait of the family that had been painted there so many years ago.
"What are you doing?" Ty Lee called out, sounding surprised at what Zuko had just done.
Zuko turned to raise an eyebrow at the girl. "What does it look like I'm doing?" He demanded to which Ty Lee glanced back at the fire. "But, it's a painting of your family." She said, her voice soft to which Zuko scoffed.
"You think I care?" He very nearly growled at her in anger. Ty Lee wasn't really taken aback by his anger. She was used to him anger. "I think you do." She responded to which Zuko simply rolled his eyes and began to walk away.
"You don't know me." He snapped over her shoulder. "So why don't you just mind your own business?" Ty Lee frowned where she sat, her lips in an angry pout. "I know you." She grumbled.
"No, you don't." Zuko insisted. "You're stuck in your little 'Ty Lee world' where everything's great all the time." Mai sighed from where she sat beside Ty Lee. "Zuko," She said in a chastising tone. "Leave her alone."
Angry at Ty Lee for claiming to know that she knew him, and maybe wanting to avert the attention away from himself, Zuko stepped forward. "I'm so pretty." He said, imitating Ty Lee in an exaggerated girly voice. "Look at me. I can walk on my hands. Whoo!"
He did a handstand to prove his point, but he fell on his back. Ty Lee glared at him when he uttered the final two words. "Circus freak." Ty Lee began to speak, but Zuko tuned her out, instead closing his eyes and focusing on the wind as it blew through his hair.
He zoned out as Ty Lee continued to speak, barely paying attention to what was being said, instead he tried to calm his raging emotions and thoughts by focusing on the sound of the waves breaking on the beach. It was comfort that he sorely needed, something he wasn't getting from anyone. So his solution was to think of things that reminded him of Orora, and being this close to the beach was as close as he could get.
He did manage to catch a few words on Mai's part, who, for once, was actually expressing herself. How she had to behave herself all the time and have every aspect of her life controlled by her mother.
"You guys have had it easy, try living a life where people are watching your every move every moment of the day." She finally finished, slumping back where she sat as if all that she had said took everything out of her.
Zuko sat up from where he was still on the ground. "My life hasn't been that easy either." He rebutted her statement. It wasn't that he wanted to upstage Mai, it just angered him how people took so many things for granted when he had none of it.
Mai scoffed. "Whatever. That doesn't excuse the way you've been acting." She said, referring to his tendency to stay by himself and barely speak with anyone. Ty Lee raised a placating hand. "Calm down, you guys. This much negative energy is bad for your skin. You'll totally break out." She added as a word of caution. Azula couldn't help but smirk at Ty Lee's choice of word as she glanced at her brother.
"Bad skin?" The young prince spat out. "Normal teenagers worry about bad skin. I don't have that luxury." He leaned forward with a bitter smile on his lips. "My father decided to teach me a permanent lesson on my face!" He finished with a finger pointed towards the ugly scar that marred his face.
Ty Lee winced where she sat, while Mai gave Zuko a sympathetic. Azula simply sat there, the shadows form the fire hiding the half smile on her face as she watched her brother breakdown. "Sorry, Zuko, I....." But he didn't even let Ty Lee finish her apology as he turned his back on all of them, staring out at the open waters.
"For so long I thought that if my dad accepted me, I'd be happy." His voice was bitter and cold. He had gotten what he had wanted. "I'm back home now, my dad talks to me. Ha! He even thinks I'm a hero." It just all felt so wrong, being at the Fire Palace, being a Prince again, living in all that luxury. "Everything should be perfect, right? I should be happy now, but I'm not." Lifting his head, he was greeted with the vision of Orora standing in front of him, a sad smile on her lips as she reached out to brush his hair away from his face, just as she had done so many many times.
Unable to cope with the fact that Orora wasn't really there to comfort him, he finally turned back to the others. "I'm angrier than ever and I don't know why!"
Out of the corner of his eyes he saw Orora move to stand in front of him. Her figure was silhouetted by the fire. He could still see Azula on one side, and Mai and Ty Lee on the other, but all he could focus on was her.
Azula shrugged. "There's a simple question you need to answer, then. Who are you angry at?"
"No one." He responded, trying hard not to look at Orora as she stood in front of him. "I'm just angry."
"Yeah," Mai joined in. "Who are you angry at, Zuko?" She insisted.
His amber gaze darted briefly towards Orora's blue eyes before he looked away. "Everyone." He said in a frustrated voice. "I don't know."
"Is it Dad?" His sister asked, to which he shook his head.
"No, no." Sadness crept into his tone as he thought of his Father, the man he didn't feel a single ounce of affection for. A fact that was so wrong since a son was supposed to love their father.
"Your uncle?" Ty Lee spoke almost the same time as Azula did. "Me?"
Zuko shook his head, growing even more frustrated by the second. He could feel his inner fire raging, and knew he would loose all composure soon. "No, no, n-no, no!"
She was standing in front of him and yet her lips did not move. Her voice though echoed in his mind, soft and gentle like a caress. "Me?"
Zuko shook his head again, as he responded to her the same way she had asked her question. "No!" He shouted in his head. "Not you." He wish he could reach out and stroke her cheek, to prove to her that she wasn't the reason behind his anger and frustration.
"Never you."
Never her. He could never connect anything negative with her. To him, she was perfect.
So perfect in fact that knew the moment he looked into Orora's eyes he would know the answer to his own question.
She continued to stand in front of him, staring silently while the other three girls behind her began to talk, one above the other, until all three voices melded into one.
"Then who? Who are you angry at?"
"Answer the question, Zuko."
"Talk to us."
"Come on, answer the question."
"Come on, answer it."
He tried his best to not look her in the eye, to keep from breaking. But then a slight movement on her part had him gazing upon her lovely face.
She had raised a hand to press against his cheek. And though he knew it was not there, he could still feel the phantom of her touch. A touch that he ached for every single day.
And that made him even angrier.
"I'm angry at myself!" He finally yelled out, slamming down his clenched fists at his side, sending a pillar of fire towards the sky with the force of all he felt behind it. While the other three girls recoiled from the flames, Orora simply nodded at him, smiling in a reassuring manner.
Was it the wind that caressed his scar, or was it her hand?
Either way, she had disappeared, and he turned his back on the girls once more.
Azula was the first one to speak. "Why?"
His eyes trained towards the moon he spoke in a low regretful tone. "Because I'm confused." He admitted. "Because I'm not sure I know the difference between right and wrong anymore."
His Uncle did. And so did Orora. They had both known the difference and had tried to help him understand it. Maybe the reason he was so conflicted and angry about his current situation was because he knew the difference between right and wrong.
He just chose not to see it.
And that only made him feel even more confused and angry.
Behind him, his sister sneered. "You're pathetic." She turned her head away, nose in the air. Mai shot a glare at her friend, before standing up and walking to his side.
"Look I know things haven't been the best between us." She said in a low voice so that Azula wouldn't overhear them. "But if you need someone to just talk to I'm here."
Zuko turned his head slightly to give Mai a small smile which she reciprocated.
Maybe....just maybe....he had managed to find one true friend here.
Someone he could trust and who trusted him in return.
The rest of the conversation went as well as it could be expected, with Azula claiming herself to be nothing short of perfect despite what their mother had thought of her.
Zuko had felt a pang of hurt for his sister, but then he remembered all the times their mother had tried to help Azula but had failed because their father would always be there to enable her.
And that feeling died.
The only good part of the entire trip?
And no, not the part where they went back and absolutely annihilated Chan's parents Summer House.
His string had glowed a continuous blue throughout his stay on Ember Island.
Affirming his suspicions that what he felt for Orora went beyond the past the stage of simply caring for her as a friend.
No.
It was growing beyond that.
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Through Your Eyes pt.2
read Part 1 first before reading this!!
POV:you’re Beomgyu’s bestie majoring in photography and video editing
wc:~1.8k
You couldn’t help but take some shots of Gyu yourself. Other than those frames that he had already suggested to you. Even though it was his assignment, you wanted others to see what you saw.
The goofy, loving parts that he shows to no one else but you. You honestly thought that if they were to make it into the music video, it would for sure move the heart of his professor.
So once you had finished editing the video you texted Gyu to check when he was free so that he could come over to review the video together. And you guys decided to meet on Tue.
And that was today…
You were kind of nervous because you’ve never really edited a music video before. You’ve only ever played around with your vacation trip vlogs, which you had shown to Gyu before and he thought they were amazing.
You didn’t know this but no matter what you did, Gyu had always thought you were the most capable and amazing person he has ever known.
The dreaded moment came. Your doorbell rang, and you heard the door close. You figured that your mum had already opened the door for Gyu.
At this point, Gyu was very much like family.
Your whole family adored him as much as you did. All the times that Gyu had come over, your mum had nothing but praise for how well Gyu had grown up.
Handsome, good-mannered, and most of all cared for you the most. (Of course, she never said the last point to you and it was kept a secret by both Gyu and your mum.)
And Gyu would always laugh after hearing the last point. Because it was true that he was looking after you, but he did it unconsciously.
When you were younger, the praises for Gyu were endless. You couldn't help but feel a sense of jealousy towards him because your mum would usually say how lovely it would have been that Gyu was her son.
But now that you were older, you couldn't help but think that there was another meaning behind her words. Plus it was only recently that you had realized of your suppressed feelings for him. You always denied that his kindness for you was something that best friends usually do for each other.
But when you went to ask your friends in high school whether Gyu did certain things for them, they would say that Gyu only did those things for you...and no one else had that same treatment from him.
Needless to say ,you got lost in your thoughts that you did not realize that Gyu had already reached the entrance of your room, waiting for you to notice his presence. Until you heard him clear his throat. And that brought you back to reality.
You turn around in your spinning chair and saw that he was leaning against your door frame.
"Ah sorry about that, I'm kind of out of it today because I've just been staring at the screen for hours editing your music video," you said.
Gyu then started chuckling because he thought it was cute that you were explaining yourself to him(which you didn't need to) as he was walking to your desk.
And when he reached you, he gave your hair a little ruffle and said: "Let's get started shall we?"
You were blushing so hard because Gyu has never done that before.
3min 22secs, that was how long the video edit was. When it ended, Gyu was stunned by what he saw. He loved it so much. The way you encapsulated his vision so perfectly and added your touch to it without him needing to even ask. At that moment, he fell for you even more. Boy was down bad for you.
"Are you sure there's nothing you want to change about it? I've added some clips that I thought would fit the vibe you were going for apart from your suggestions, but I wasn't sure whether you would be comfortable with it."
"Yep. I'm sure that there's nothing that I want to change about it. It's perfect the way it is right now. Thank you so so much Y/N.How could I ever repay you?"Gyu said.
"Hmm... maybe you could treat me to ice cream sometime."
"Then its a date!" Gyu said.
You thought you heard wrong, and so you asked "What did you just say?"
Gyu realized he messed up and tried to fix it. "I meant let's set a date! To meet!"
You were sure that he had said something else though... but you did not want to pry further.
Gyu thought that was too close. He almost exposed himself. He was getting too relaxed around you and he didn't know whether that was a good or bad thing.
1 week later~
You were woken up by a phone call. You wondered who was calling you at this hour. You did not have classes today and you wanted to sleep in. You saw the caller ID and realized that it was Gyu calling.
You thought what could be so important that he needed to call you on the day that you wanted to sleep in.
You then picked up the call and Gyu sounded so excited. He started telling you that his music video assignment got the best grade in his class and that his professor wanted to hold a screening for it.
"So what does that have to do with me though? I'm not in your class."
"My professor asked for you. He wanted to meet the person who helped me film and edit the video, Y/N."Gyu said.
You thought that it wouldn't be a big deal to go to the screening.
"So when's the screening going to happen?"
"That's why I called you immediately! It's gonna happen in an hour so I need you to get down to school ASAP!"
"WHAT! Ok I'm hanging up now Gyu, I have to go prepare"
"See you soon Y/N!" and he ended the call.
Gyu then met you at the school entrance as you weren't familiar with where his class was. And you guys started running because if you didn't you guys would have been late for the screening.
"Ah, there are the main stars of this screening. Take a seat and let's get started ." You heard Gyu's professor say as you walked in.
3min 22secs after~
"Wasn't that lovely guys? Please give them a round of applause because I think that was one of the best submissions I've ever received in my 3 years of teaching here."Gyu's professor said.
"I have a question for Beomgyu. How were you able to act so well at this part, 2min47secs(the video in part 1). I could feel the emotion of love and yearning even though I was watching it through the videographer's eyes."
Gyu just chuckled and said: "It was all thanks to Y/N. She told me to act as if the camera was someone I love and yearn for. And I think that helped me get into character."
"OOOoooo" That's what you heard the whole class say. At this point, the class probably got the hint that Gyu had a crush on you, but you were the only one who did not see it.
"I see! Anyway, it was a job well done! Good job to the both of you." At this point, Gyu was begging with his eyes to the professor to not say anything more and he got the hint.
When the class had cleared out from the screening room, you were about to start walking out, when you felt Gyu grab your arm. You just gave him a ? look.
Gyu did not want to hold it in anymore. He has been holding his feelings for way too long.
“Y/N, I just wanted to come clean about something. You know how you told me to act like the camera was someone I love and yearn for ?”
You just tilted your head to the side while still maintaining the eye contact.
Gyu literally couldn’t hold it in and started chuckling because you were so darn cute. All boba-eyed clueless for him.
Here it goes, he thought to himself.
“I like you Y/N.”
“I’ve liked you ever since elementary school.”
“But my true feelings became more apparent to me when you told me that you wanted to major in videography because of me.”
“When I heard that, I was over the moon. I felt so happy that I played a part in such an important decision in your life.”
“I’ve never told you this but the reason why your classmates thought that you and I were dating, was because, sometimes on the way back to my class, I would take the long way back so that I had the chance to see you.”
“But every time I went, it seemed like your mind was somewhere else and you’ve never noticed I was there.”
“I even told your classmates to not call you to not disturb you.”
“And even though you were never looking at me, just seeing you made my whole day better. You were the only good constant that I could hold on to.”
You were dumbstruck. Everything finally made sense. All the unanswered questions in your head were finally answered.
Gyu on the other hand started to worry. Did he say the wrong thing? Should he not have confessed? Your silence was killing him.
You blinked and stared at him as you finally processed what he said. Gyu, your best friend of how many years just confessed to you. You couldn’t believe it. All the signs that you ignored, brushing it off as a good gesture, it was all real.
You still couldn’t believe this was happening. When you finally came back to your senses, you saw an anxious Gyu in front of you and you realized you hadn’t said a word. But you finally said,
“I like you too Gyu. Sorry that it took us this long to finally admit our feelings to each other.”
You reached out your hand and said: “Sooo let’s go for our ice cream date .” As soon as he heard that he took your hands in his while smiling like the huge dork he is. He felt like the happiest man alive.
“I knew I heard you say then it's a date” and Gyu just shyly chuckled.
“You were right babe” and he kissed you on the cheek before running away because he was too shy to stay beside you after what he did.
Babe??? Please you were blushing so hard. You were so down bad for this man.
Gyu eventually comes back for you, grabbing your hand and he is never letting it go this time because you were finally his.
End of Through Your Eyes~
Ahhh I hope you guys liked this second part as much as I did hehe! Leave a like or comment if you enjoyed it thank you🥹🫶🏻
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OK SORRY I WAS THINKING ABOUT THINGS TOO HARD AGAIN here’s an expanded character relationship chart ( there’s placeholders and it’s still not done but here’s a general idea 😭😭) expanded ideas under the cut in case it’s hard to read 😭
- candy, dk , funky and freddie (all childhood friends, grew up together.)
candy + freddie: best friends through and through!! ( Freddie admires her confidence and skills and Candy appreciates his willingness to help his friends and soft heart , but “you gotta stand up for yourself more sweetie.” 😭.) roommates before things started getting serious between freddie and funky.
candy + dk: dated for a point in time but had a mutual breakup, still great friends regardless! ( dk is kinda into people who can kick his ass )
candy + funky: she had the hots for him for a while but he never showed any feelings back. ( she found out he was gay) “OH! Oh, yeah that check out.” she got over him after that. funky appreciates her, one of his closest friends!
freddie + dk: great friends! Freddie had feelings for him but never said anything abt it, thought it wasn’t going to work out so moved on. Dk didn’t realize he had feelings for him until he got with funky ( “why do i feel so jealous?” 🙁 ) figured out that Freddie use to like him at some point and started crying sobbing and throwing up when he realized he fumbled the bag.
funky + freddie: best friends! funky had a crush on freddie for YEARS. he was so down bad abt him and wanted to always make him feel loved and appreciated even if there was the possibility they would never get together. freddie was oblivious to his affections for a bit but started gaining feelings for funky as he noticed the way he treated him as they got older, they want eachother so bad it makes them look stupid. 🫶🏽
Dk + funky: best bros for life!!! funky never noticed any animosity between them and considers dk one of his best friends. dk thinks very highly of funky of course! but he couldn’t help but start getting extremely jealous of funky for getting with freddie after he realized his feelings for him too late. ( biting his fist till it bleeds) “CONGRATULATIONS. IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU…… 😁😁😁😁😁😁😁” ( he then proceeds to drive into traffic)
additional kong relationships!
- freddie + diddy: cousins!! diddy was raised with Freddie when he was born and he has a cool older cousin watching after him always!!! Freddie would kill and die for diddy. that’s his baby cousin 😢😢 when diddy found out funky liked Freddie he was like 🤨. (standing on 5 boxes ) break his heart I will get you. ( He won’t diddy don’t worry.)
dixie + diddy: best friends and first crushes! they’re like 14. watched her punch a guy in the face or something and he started having feelings for her. idk they’re cute 😭😭😭
Blondie (guard kong) + freddie - Freddie befriended him at some point and got to know him!! he’s very kind and he honestly thought he was kinda cute but he probably doesn’t feel that way back so I’m happy being his friend. ^-^ (Blondie in his head) I have loved you for a million lifetimes. He has the biggest crush on freddie but he is not much of a talker and way too shy to ever admit how he feels to him so he will take it to the grave.
( general best friend/ familial relationships between dk/diddy/cranky/dixie/candy/funky/tiny)
bluster + everyone: everyone wants to jump him. kremlings included.
kremling/kong dynamics
everyone can’t stand k. rool he’s literally a public menace.
cranky + k. rool: they had a lil gay thing going on in the 70s and they’re bitter exes now. cranky got over him, k. rool never got over it. “I will torture ur grandson and his friends to get back at you now.”
candy + kalypso- recongnized eachother from the barrel blast completions and were neutral abt eachother even tho they’re on opposite sides. they both ended up being kinda …. “ 😳😳😳” over eachother eventually
funky + kludge + freddie - funky only really saw him as an unserious rival in the barrel blast competitions. Freddie helped Candy during the challenges and never participated….. they both kind where like….. 🧐 hold awn he’s kinda….. Over kludge. kludge does not like the kongs at all so it is not at all reciprocated.
#SORRY THAT THIS IS SO LONG . I realize I never share back stories on here a lot#I think abt character dynamics a lot between all the characters and I honestly didn’t even include everything 😭😭#it was getting kinda long so I cut it down#maybe I’ll add more later 😭😭😭#welcome to the inner workings of my mind. ( terrified screams of the damned )#doodles#wip#🦍🏄♂️🌊#🦍🛢️🍌#platonic tag! 🌼#HEAVILY INSPIRED BY MUTUALS WHO DID RELATIONSHIP CHARTS I am just insane. sorry.#suicide joke#🦍🏁🚖
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smth smth about 'the thing that the character did that you thought was rly rly funny in the moment is actually linked to a terrible trauma that lies within said character.' or wahtever.
#jrwi show#jrwi fanart#jrwi riptide#gillion tidestrider#made this within a short span of wahtever bc i gotta go up to the mountains for my stupid gay job tonight n im trying#nnot to frrRREAAAK THE FUCK OUUTTTTTTi dont wanna work but. get that bread we fuckin shall i guess#ONWARDS TO THE FISH TORMENT!! sometimes flowers feel pain when you trim them before their blossoming. atleast i imagine so#i used to draw gillion with loooong hair tied into a big ol braid. and then it was confirmed that he had short hair when he was little.#AT FIRST I WAS SAD. but then i realized the duality of. when they were little. gill had short hair. edyn had long hair.#AND NOW THEYRE OLDER. and gillion has long hair. and edyn has short hair#both mirroring eachother. looking up to eachother. subconsciously or not. they most certainly care. and most certainly miss eachother.#GILLION ALWAYS LOVED HOW LONG HAIR LOOKs. atleast i imagine so. he hasnt cut it since he left the undersea. sure he wanted to go back home#but even at the very start. he knew he was free in some way now. free to grow out his hair. an adventure would await him before he returns.#he knew it would be a while. so he cant let this go. he cant let this sought-after hair-length get cut away from him again#not yet. not yet. i like to think he loved music too. I SAW SOMETHING INTERESTING A BIT AGO#i see alot of ppl commenting on my baby gill comics like;'i wouldFIGHT this teacher i wanna KILL EM i want them DESTROYED#all very good and nice sentiments! i LOVE the energy here! and it would be nice. to have that catharsis#but the story of young tidestrider is not a story of catharsis. it is a story of agony and being so so small and so special and also so dum#and sucking so bad. and just being a kid and doing the things that a little kid does and so many tired tired people reacting badly to it#youre supposed to be the hero that will save us. our world hangs in the balance and you are the one who tips the scales.#YOU are supposed to SAVE US!! you NEED to SAVE US! CAN YOU PLEASE STOP SQUIRMING IN YOUR STUPID CHAIR!!#you'd think that young tidestrider ought to prevail. and be tucked someplace all safe and sound.#elders gone missing and rotting in a jail. their cultists nowhere around. but theres no happy endings. not here not now.#this tale is all sorrows n woes. you may dream that justice n peace win the day. but thats not how this story goes#BIG ideas for this lil baby gillion series. if anything i make ever gets disproven im killing myself in a well as to poison a water supply
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Oh. Oh. Canute didn't learn this from Askeladd, he was tough this by his father figure, that to sacrifice for what you love means to incite death. That death and control are a means to an end. It wasn't Askeladd that broke and shaped him and in who's footsteps he follows, it was Ragnar's.
"Laugh at me, if you must. Curse me, if you must. It is necessary to bring about my paradise. . .All for the sake of the love we lost." Vinland Saga, chapter 78
In some twisted way this is all for Ragnar—to sacrifice everything for what you love, which Canute claims is all of mankind—and how there are no lines he wouldn't cross for them. Because he's accepted that death is necessary for love to exist.
#*ding ding* messed up paternal relationships for the win#he's literally become his biological father in trying to emulate his surrogate one#because for Canute's father's there isn't anything they wouldn't sacrifice to save what they love#and for Thorfinn's there isn't anything they wouldn't put themselves at risk for when it comes to protecting what they love#I'm not saying that Askeladd lived his life trying to sacrifice it for just anyone for most of the time we knew him#but by the end when he realizes he's starting to get older and if he's going to achieve something he'd better start now I think his#perspective DOES change. he's lost the only sort of friend he maybe ever had. he's lost the one man he's ever admired. The world is ending#ever since returning his mother's body he's let go of everything he could genuinely care for because he hates who he is#and what he comes from so much#but now he rises to Thors's ideals his mother's dreams and the promise he can see in Canute and Thorfinn#is this just another flavor of plant brother's conflict? maybe :3#Vinland Saga#vs#Fizzy talks#Canute#Askeladd#Thorfinn#Thors#Ragnar
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So I was back to subbing at the elementary school today, which as I've mentioned is my favorite place to work. In some ways it's just the most comfortable to me; this is now my fourth year in a row I've had some kind of job associated with kids of that age group who attend that school, so I know a lot of the students and faculty. Actually, a lot of the faculty who work there today have been working there since I was a student.
Most of them recognized me immediately when I started showing my face there, like I didn't graduate from there over a decade ago, age 11. There was one para, who now works as a library assistant, but who used to monitor lunch and recess. I didn't remember her name but I knew her face. The first time she saw me subbing she was just like "oh, hi Diana."
I was talking to her this morning before school started because a first grade teacher unexpectedly called out, so I filled in for her for the first hour of the day before I started the job I clocked in for and a replacement could be found. But this library assistant usually leads the morning meetings with this first grade class and would help me with attendance and all those other beginning-of-the-day responsibilities.
She was saying to me "You know, why don't you work here full time? You're good with kids. You'd be good at it." In other small talk we'd had last year she had asked me similar things, like if I'd ever consider taking up a steady job at the elementary school, how my school was going, etc. I'm in between college right now but currently not taking classes. And I mentioned how I'm trying to take more sub jobs at the middle and high school so I get more well-rounded—that actually is the age group my education major is in. I've been working with the preschool-to-fifth-grade age range but my plan has always been middle-to-high school English.
And I was telling her about that, and I was like "You know what? When I tell people I want to teach older kids, some say to me stuff like 'oh you never know, you might change your mind'—and only recently I've been wondering if I really would. But I hate it when they're right!"
And that made her laugh. But it's true! I do really love working with the littles, as it turns out. Been doing it several years now. But in terms of anyone who's ever mentioned that to me unprompted, I wanna be like... hey, what do you know?!?!
#i have complicated feelings about it#my elementary school is a good place to work though. maybe i would be a para or smth full-time. id consider it#tales from diana#it's just. actually no one would ever say that to a man lol. that's probably why that bothers me#altho. i did actually get my one friend to start subbing in the district too.#male friend. my age. does other stuff for work so he doesn't sub as much as i do.#has the same level of education as me but has considered becoming a teacher someday and i was like 'why not try subbing?'#so i sent him the application and then that was that#and he. like a lot of men. doesnt primarily WANT to teach elementary or early childhood.#great news btw. a 5th grade teacher retired at the end of last year and one of the new hires is the first#male classroom teacher this school has had in YEARS. the only other male teacher is the gym teacher. thats SAD#but yeah so i was telling him 'i know u might be intimidated by working w kids but you should really try it'#'you might like it more than you think'#what's funny is tutoring and working in childcare didn't make me feel like i wanted to start teaching younger. at ALL#but subbing around has made me rethink it. but then again it also might just be#i get the most boring ass shit to do when i sub at the middle or high school.#subbing at an elementary school is so much more involved no matter what youre doing#with olders it's like. ok here's your assignment your teacher left you. sit at your desk and shut up#i realize the bias that is at play here making me reconsider my future path lol.
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I have no idea where it came from but for some reason the natural progression of my fic has caused Thomas to be the younger brother(tm) of the group not counting Chuck
#I mean the others except for Gally ARE canonically older according to the wiki#and Thomas is starting to realize how strong WCKD really is and how small they all really are#like he feels much more like a child (in a vulnerable way) in this point of the story#than the others do because they let Newt hover over them like a mother hen and also they're together much more#not that they don't miss the same constant of support and care#this IS a found-family focused story still#but anyway Thomas's arc is a bit more moved toward the beginning of the story since he's not really there in the second half#so he realizes WCKD is too big to ever defeat or properly survive sooner than the others#I think I like how passive the end is in a way#like the kids all fight for their lives sure but they can't fight for their freedom and they know it#so they just fight to make WCKD's job as miserable as it can be because they'll be hurt anyway#that's where the end starts#because that desperation and anger is exactly what causes them to take the risk of taking the chance when someone DOES come#but the actual part where they get out is taken care of for them#I think I just like the hopefulness of 'someone will come and help you'#I mean them all fighting like hell and surviving is cool and I like it#but honestly the most important part is they survive and there are people out there that take it from there#like they're not alone like they were in the books#idk the found-family potential of the movieverse right arm is just so high#and I'm taking it to the max I guess#the point of their arcs is they're WILLING to fight for themselves#they don't have to succeed#not all on their own#it's their willingness that's crucial to their escape. Not physical strength or intelligence in any way#they don't have to solve a puzzle or destroy the enemy. They just have to trust themselves enough to believe they deserve to try to last
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You know, as a young ish person who's grown up in a primarily digital world, there's something really grounding about spending time with people older than my parents. Went to a Guild activity last night and it was delightful being with the older ladies there.
Someone offered to drive me home because it was over an hour back to my house by public transit. We're in a city, and she took me back to my home by driving through neighborhoods and back roads, in the dark, to a place she hasn't visited in four years, without a GPS (before I gave her a landmark to drop me off at, I gave her my exact address and she got frustrated with the search engine and said she would just use the paper map in her car).
A few weeks ago, I had dinner with a friend's parent's coworker/boss/friend, and she told me I would learn to find my way around and would know the area like a native. It strikes me that this is what she meant, but she wasn't right--if I were to live here for years and go about it as I had been doing, I wouldn't get native knowledge of the area because I would just be relying on GPS and not actually navigating. If I want to really learn the area, I have to pay attention in a way I only learned how to do (and rarely use) because I spent six months in a foreign country without a smartphone or computer.
The lady who drove me home said something to the effect of "you're new to the area so you won't criticize the route I take. I'm just going to take the way I know so I won't get lost." What I don't think she realized is that even if I had been here for years, I wouldn't criticize the route she took, because I lived in my last area for six years and didn't even learn the name of the highway I took weekly. Stupid GPS brain.
So I'm going to Guild meetings for a Formal Skill, but there's all sorts of other basic, hidden life things that I wouldn't learn on my own. It's also been striking to realize that there's a major gap in expectations about how people operate in the world. Nobody above a certain age who's talked to me about the routes I take seems to realize that I don't actually know the names of roads and exits, or that it's possible to get around. I don't want to continue in ignorance, but if I did, I could get around in a smartphone, live here for probably ten years, and only learn about four street names.
#i'm old enough to have memories of analogue things#but not old enough to really rely on them#e.g. overhead projectors and transparencies in school#and yet video calling on smartphones is the norm#still i'm kind of a baby when it comes down to it#still remember when i was a boarder and the lady tried to reassure me by saying she didn't even know what a memo was when she started worki#A MEMO she said#unaware that i didn't know what a memo was. nor why it should be so fundamental to work#now i do because i work in an older organization with a hefty bureacracy#i went to a training on new e-signing software before realizing i was not the target audience#the target audience was people who are used to printing emails and signing/scanning/faxing forms#not someone who's been using docusign for her past four leases and went to university during covid#i take for granted how much i rely on digital things#so uh. we will see if we can implement the e-signing thing. got my boss to sign a form#and he send me back the most garbled google doc conversion of a pdf#looks like i will just get trained on the e-signing software and request signatures so he won't end up doing that again#to be fair the pdfs we are using are wonky#(but also my my-age coworkers weren't aware of what a pdf editor was or even that they were using their browser to edit pdfs.#they were confused when i asked them what they were using. meh. i refuse to use edge even if it does have a good built-in pdf editor)
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“But to the BatFam? That is just Some Guy. A random dude - if you will.”
“Don’t worry about it, I’m missing my spleen.”
“Oh cool, yeah, missing organs suck. I’m missing a kidney and part of my liver. Oh! And my gallbladder but that was more of a necessary evil, it was like, poisoning me or something.” Danny was so focused on applying pressure to his wound (and maybe being a bit too light headed) that he didn’t notice how silent his friend had gotten. Like-wise the comms had gone equally quiet as Gotham’s vigilante family realized that they knew very little about this kid.
It was concerning how quickly they all started to see him as a friend considering it was them as vigilantes he interacted with the most. Tim was the only one who saw him frequently when out of the suit because he was a regular at Danny’s day job. (He worked as a barista in the coffee shop Tim favored.) The others saw him occasionally but more often than not it was just in passing. Steph, Duke, and Dick had to stop themselves from approaching him on the street.
It was odd, one day he had just moved to Gotham, seeming to appear out of nowhere, and then the next he was a constant presence in their lives. Usually armed and ready with a concerning or odd quip, it had started with him being another victim of the city’s petty criminals and had snowballed from there.
Now it wasn’t like the bats saw Danny everyday, but it was expected that he would cross paths with at least three of them before the end of the week. They ran into him more often than any other Gothamite, including the criminals and rouges they fought.
At first the constant meetings by “coincidence” was suspicious. If he wasn’t the one being saved from a mugging, kidnapping, or city wide villain assault, then he was near by and trying to help.
(“Trying to help” usually meant drawing attention to himself so the original victim could escape. Once it had meant Danny armed with a baseball bat against four grown men. Bruce and Dick have tried to talk to him about putting himself in harms way but the kid is surprisingly elusive when he wants to be. Yet, even when avoiding Batman and his eldest, Danny could be found on the patrol route of another family member.)
But honestly? The guy seemed just as exhausted as they were of seeing each other. By the twelfth time in a month, Danny had accused them of stalking him.
The background check Bruce and Tim had run came back clean and he never seemed to be involved in the various criminal activities. He was just there, a weirdly unlucky bystander. So as far as Dick and the others could see, Danny was a completely normal dude. He just said strange things and wasn’t intimidated by them, he actually made it a point to be unhelpful sometimes. When trying to learn his name he gave them the run around for two months. (“I know about stranger danger. I don’t care how often you say you’re the ‘good guys.’ I’m not falling for it.”)
On one memorable occasion Danny had disappeared for a week and a half. When they started to assume the worse, he popped back up behind the counter at work. Tim had relaxed significantly when he entered the shop to Danny organizing pastries in the display case. Once he’d placed his order, the young CEO asked Danny if he’d been on vacation. To which Danny had just sighed and told Tim “I wish, but no I was called to court to handle some affairs I couldn’t get out of.” (After a check to see if Danny had gotten charged with something and coming back empty, Tim had concluded that it was an odd way to say he had had jury duty.)
Thinking about it now, outside a stray comment or two, Danny didn’t talk about himself or his life. They knew he didn’t have a good relationship with his parents, “they were much more goal oriented than that joke of a kidnapper, but I think drugs do that to a person.” (It was still unclear if he meant his parents were kidnappers themselves or on drugs.) They knew he had an older sister who would “kill me again if she finds out I was in another bank robbery.” They also knew he was, possibly, depressed after last week’s comment of “is it considered murder if you’re already dead but, like, still alive?” (Damian had saved him from a drug ring but after another “baby ninja” comment the young Robin had threatened to give Danny back to his would-be murderers.)
Dick knew Danny was a weird guy who never wanted to elaborate on the things he said. (Jason was still confused on what he meant by “rotted milk soul.”) That didn’t mean the comments themselves didn’t say a lot about him. And tonight’s comment, accompanied by the prominent and jagged autopsy scars, said more than Danny was probably willing to share.
#Basically the other side of Danny is just Some Guy.#batman#batfamily#jason todd#batboys#batman fandom#batman wayne family adventures#dick grayson#danny phantom#dp x dc#dpxdc#dc x dp prompt#dc x dp crossover#dp dc crossover#dp x dc crossover#dp x dc prompt#dc x dp#damian wayne#Tim drake#dcxdp#I didn’t actually mean to write this#but? like? enjoy I guess
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FIRST EP OF TSUMA CLEARED... GODDDDDDDDDDDDD WHY IS KEISUKE SO CUTE HE'S GOT ME SQUEALING THROWING A FIT KICKING MY FEET CLAWING AT MY FACE TEARING MY HAIR OUT RIPPING MY SHIRT OFF [<- CUTENESS AGGRESSION] [NOT EVEN EXAGGERATING I DID ALL THAT] [ALSO REGULAR AGGRESSION. CAN YOU STOP SAYING INSANE SHIT IN PUBLIC]
The music is so lovely too... and the direction and set dressing and Overall Production... chef's kiss... ALSO THE LITTLE GIRL WHO PLAYS SHIRAISHI IS SO TALENTED WHAT THE HELL WAS ANY OF THAT... Tsutsumi is amazing though for real, he makes Keisuke seem so much older post-timeskip and it's wonderful to see his old self starting to show again EVEN IF HE IS. BEING A DUMBASS. Huge fan of Tsutsumi playing depressed motherfuckers... I LOVE Takae though... I understand why he was so obsessed with her I get it...
See this is why I can't be too hard on Akira I'm a grown man acting the same way about Tsutsumi😭😭😭I'M GLAD YOU LIKED FIRST EP... THIS IS A RELIEF... Yoshizawa is a nice young man don't worry about him <3
ALSO THRILLED TO HEAR YOU SEEMED TO ENJOY THE MOVIES TOOOOOO ACAB except the team and Ogata nobody does terror|sm like you king... I wish more Tsutsumis could escape prison and/or death But Fair Enough... Oh and this is what Ogata's letter says if you were curious, it's manga only:
Inoue,
You weren't crazy at all, in my eyes. You'll make a fine SP.
An SP is a police officer in the Metropolitan Police Department Public Security Bureau assigned as a full-time bodyguard to people who don't deserve protection. That job description assumes they are, without exception, willing to throw their life away in a crisis if it means acting as a shield for those people.
That's what it means to guard another's life.
ALSO at one point Tsutsumi was at a panel for something else and a couple members of the audience were being unruly and trying to get on-stage to get to his female co-star, but he and another co-star held them off... I think he actually fell off the stage in doing so but he was fine and he joked that SP would start filming that day... I love himmmmmmm
NO THAT'S WHAT I MEAAAAAN HE'S SOOOOOO CUTE IT DROVE ME INSANE I LOVE HIM SO MUCH (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`)(;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`)(;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`)(;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`) 'tsuma' was the first tsutsumi show i watched and the impact it left on my brain was monumental... i loooove keisuke so much i cant stress that... SO IM GLAD YOU WATCHED THE FIRST EP IM GLAD YOU GET TO SEE WHAT I MEAN !!!!!!!! CUTEST OLD MAN EVER I PROMISE !!!!!!!
nono maida is SO good considering her age, i was so impressed with her performance throughout the show... AND YEAH TAKAE IS AMAZING she really is an epic woman, no wonder keisuke and mai cant let her go (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) unfortunately 👁️👁️;;
OH BUT YEAH THE SHOW'S SO CUTE SO FAR I JUST FINISHED THE SECOND EPISODE !!!! tachibana looking right RIDICULOUS but its cute (❁´◡`❁)
AND THANK YOU FOR SHARING THE LETTER MAN so real.... i love that..... chaotic good kind of behavior i fucks with him.... he's valid in my opinion for his methods.... nishijima was lame anyway...
poor tsutsumi at that panel tho im glad he protected his co-star and im glad he was able to make light of the situation- im mortified for him but id also be totally mortified if i was one of those rowdy people like please be civil hes a guy just like any other guy (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`)
#long post#snap chats#i could go on a mile-long ramble about tsuma its so cute......#its so funny tho ep 2 onward because its like. its SO awkward because he's the definition of Wife Guy but he CANT be a wife guy cause...#yk..... FUCKED UP but hilarious too#fr tho i was so happy at the end of the first ep when mai and keisuke realized she was telling the truth... oh my god... that was precious.#AND THEN ALL THE KIDS PULLED THEIR EMERGENCY STRINGSLGJRAJLVKAJ STOP THAT WAS FUNNY#LIKE VALID BUT ALSO LMAOOO#if you continue watching i hope you enjoy the rest of the series as much as i did !! it gets REAL good#its already good ep 1 but it gets even BETTER and UGH. i should rewatch it...#OH BUT AtR !!!!!!!! ITS SO SWEEETTT ive never had the experience of having a crush let alone on someone older#but the trope seems cute from a distance-so long as the older party is. Not A Freak obviously#theres a certain innocence in it yk what i mean.. i cant explain it but when It Isnt Freak Shit its cute#so im glad this anime's being cute with the trope instead of weird and gross#KONDO IS A VERY CUTE OLD MAN I UNDERSTAND HER BUTTERFLIES hes so silly..#AND IM GLAS YOSHIZAWA ISNT A JACKASS HE'S FUNNY AND A DORK#he needs to chill but he's just enthusiastic so i cant be mad... Give Her Space but also He's So Ernest#ah but yeah with SP..... ogata's morals are based- when he couldnt protect ohashi anymore i felt so bad...#i also like characters like that- characters that want to do whats right so bad but cant for one reason or another#even MORE based when they start to do Cracked Shit to do good.... amazing.... 11/10....#IN ANY CASE.... EP 3 OF AtR TIME !!!!!!!!!
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ok but price and simon could give such tolerate it vibes.
him with a younger partner. he finds your naivety and youth charming. you look up to him, and you can’t believe someone older and wiser is with you.
you met him when he was on leave, and things started getting serious after a few months, but then he was facing deployment again. so, with teary eyes and a broken heart, you watched him leave and promise you’ll write every day.
he chuckles and nods his head, placing a chaste kiss to your hair before slipping away.
you do write him everyday, and at first it’s endearing how worried you are. you don’t know what’s happening, and you’re so concerned— and he appreciates that. find it charming, even.
he comes home from that first deployment and you’re there, waiting with a battle hero’s welcome. streamers and balloons and a fucking cake you baked yourself on the dining room table of his flat. you, beaming brightly and clutching your hands together in glee, waiting by the door.
he laughs it off, tells you he appreciates it, but it was unnecessary. you tell him you think he deserves more.
time passes, and the charm of your naivety and doting loses its shine. you’re boasting to all your friends about your man, how amazing and strong and brave he is. and he tolerates it, laughs it off.
the next time he comes home from deployment, you’ve decorated your now shared flat. the whole nine yards because it’d been a longer deployment. his favorite meal, hot and fresh on the table. a bottle of his favorite liquor.
he can’t help but be annoyed. it was cute at first, and now he doesn’t understand it. he doesn’t care for the festivities— he’s done things no man should be proud of, yet here you are, celebrating him.
he doesn’t want to fight, so he tolerates it. puts on a smile, eats a few bites of dinner, and slips away for the evening. you frown but don’t question it.
soon it’s like you’re living with a shell of the man you loved. he’s quiet. gone a lot. barely affectionate. when the two of you talk, it usually ends in an argument. he won’t introduce you to any of his friends.
you still shower him with love, talk his ear off about plans and your day and whatnot, and he nods along absentmindedly.
your friends tell you he doesn’t deserve you. you’ve basically become a live-in housemaid that he occasionally fucks. you don’t believe it at first, but you come to realize it’s truth.
your love should be celebrated, not tolerated. you should be with someone who loves you as much as you love them.
the next time he’s on deployment, you move out. pack all your shit into a u-haul and move in with a friend for the time being. leave a note stained with tears on the dining room table.
he gets home from deployment, expecting what’s become normal. you, waiting anxiously by the door, jumping into his arms as soon as he’s inside. the smell of dessert or his favorite dinner wafting from the kitchen. balloons and streamers and confetti.
the house is dark when he steps through the door.
part two here, part three (ending version 1) here, part three (ending version 2) here
#tell me i’m wrong#simon riley x gn reader#simon riley x you#simon ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#simon riley#simon ghost riley#john price fic#john price x reader#john price#captain price fic#captain price x reader#captain price#tolerate it#tolerate it by Taylor swift#cod mw2 fic#ghost cod#cod mw2#cod modern warfare#john price drabble#john price oneshot#ghost oneshot#ghost drabble#ghost x y/n#ghost x gn reader#ghost x you#ghost angst#price angst
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Team: accidentally flirts with people and give them the wrong idea/get myself into spicy situations I wasn't prepared for
#miranda talking shit#Its bc i think its a joke. I cant seriously see anyone being intrested with me#So i can talk big... But then someone acts and im like bro.... You actually want to touch me?#What the fuck.....? Hsjfmmvlslskf and then idk hkw to act or react#Bc at one hand its nice but im not prepared and then i can end up in situations im not actually ok with#Im apperantly great at (fake) flirting. Im used to doing it and have since i was 13 but the older i get the more i realize#I shouldn't do it ... To me it's fun man. The few times i can seem confident and say shit is when i think its a joke#As soon as shit gets REAL i freak out bc it goes against my beliefs. Why would you want to touch me? Im hideous#But then again i do kinda enjoy starting shit... Or rather. Ill push others to start shit#The amount of times ive said things bc i want to see others reactions are too many... I#Am so into people's reactions i love them. As long as theyre not negative then yeah too bad#My autism is at play again i believe... I just want to see reactions and faces and hear voices that arent the normal ones#I always give strong af reactions but havent met anyone who gives them back so i get anything im like 👀!#I really start shit with words but wont ever do so with action bc then i can step over lines man#Only time it worked when i really wanted it to but assumed it wouldn't was with oliver#I really wasnt going to do anything but then i saw him acting different so i was like (: lets see what happens if i say this!#And then i blush and get embarrassed bc he escalated it. I would have loved to get that situation back bc it was so fun
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dilf!toji being your ex bf
fluff & angst + making up + cuddling + toji not being able to resist you when you look so fragile + toji forever loving you
part 2! - back in love !
You sent 1:03 am
hey, r u awake?
toji places the cigarette back down on the ashtray, looking at his phone slightly shocked. it’s been months since you and him have had contact, the split up that has happened to your relationship has left a strain in his heart.
why did you text him at this hour? and most importantly, why aren’t you asleep? toji knows how well your sleep schedule usually was.
his friends look at him concerned, the look on toji’s face confusing them even more compared to when he stopped smoking repeatedly just a few seconds ago.
“fushiguro, you good?” satoru questions, patting his friends shoulder as he looks over at his friends phone. he wasn’t able to get a look at the message before toji pulls the phone into a direction that wasn’t able to be seen.
“yeah.. jus’ lemme call someone real quick.” before the rest of his friends could protest, toji is up and walking over to an empty room in the apartment. taking a seat on the bed.
Toji sent 1:09 am
thought i told you to lose my number
now that’s something he wouldn’t text you, he immediately starting regretting sending that message the second you immediately read the message.
you were his sweet little girl. the young woman who he swore he was gonna marry, the one he swore to have kids with.
things were different when he realized how much his life would have an impact on you if you stayed with him.
what’s good about a sweet girl who has a bright future getting with a older man selling illegal substances, that could send him to jail for years and years.
yeah not good at all.
toji knew what’s best for you, and if it meant him not being with you then it was worth it.
because he loved you, and would do physically anything in his power for you to have the best in life.
You sent 1:09 am
i know, i just need someone to talk to rn. i’m sorry
his heart weeps, you still want his comfort even after he has completely broke you, and your relationship with him.
he should be in jail for just breaking you in general.
toji sighs, not knowing how to reply. he wants to comfort you, yet he wants to push you away from his life. push you away from the trouble and the dangers that could happen to you.
he thinks you have given up until you text him 3 minutes later.
You sent 1:12 am
can i call you, please toji?
he couldnt deny it. he just couldnt. his love for you was simply unbreakable even if you weren’t together anymore.
his friends out in the living room are most likely concerned and worried for toji, but that’s the least of his problems. he needs to know if you’re okay, if you’re hurt.
‘incoming call from Toji’
he swears his heart skips a beat when the call goes through.
toji is not one to get nervous. especially with anything in general. but when it came to you, everything comes crashing down. when it comes to you, toji is willing to do anything for you, because you were his girl. his love.
“..hi” your voice is shaky, it seems you’re nervous as well. could he blame you though? this was the first time in months he has actually spoke to you.
“hey.” he replies, hoping you wouldn’t notice the weak tone in his voice as he spoke.
there’s a moment of silence, and soft breathing from your end before toji speaks up.
“are you ok? why’d you call me.”
it’s harsh, his tone is harsh. your eyes begin watering, and you hope he doesn’t notice.
“i-i am just having trouble sleeping, that’s all. ‘wanted your company atleast to calm me down.” your tone has a small strain, as if you were crying for hours before you called him.
it was as if he was able to see your puffy eyes through the screen, he could just imagine it now.
“there’s something else, hm? c’mon tell me, y’know i won’t judge.” especially with you. is what he wanted to say as-well, but he couldn’t get to soft with you now. he couldn’t.
he hears a sniffle from your end, feeling his heart clench once more. as if his heart is dropping to the bottom of his stomach.
“okay.. t-truth is i usually sleep better with you ‘round. but since you’re gone, ‘ts been kinda rough. i just wanted to call you for once, to see if it would help..” you confessed, voice breaking down in between sentences.
toji has an urge to put you down, and hang up. but he couldn’t, how could he resist you? especially after everything he has put you through.
the bracelet on his wrist that has your initials come into his vision. you had made this for him when he was sick, he has never took it off ever since.
“y’want me to come over? not gonna make contact, jus’ gonna be there til you sleep.” he says calmly, he swore he could’ve heard you sigh in relief.
“mhmm, yes please..” you’re still polite, his sweet girl is still sweet around him. that’s what he misses with you.
“alright’ be there in 10. jus know i’m never doin this shit again, kay?” he says harshly, too harsh.
you sniffle again, he could tell your frowning and having tears drop on your phone screen. his heart strings get tugged, and he calms his weeping heart.
he’s hurt you once again.
the call ends before you could say anything else, and he’s out of the bedroom quickly taking his keys. his friends look at him concerned.
“yo, you good?” suguru comments, looking up at his friend who was ready to leave the apartment.
“where you going?” satoru also questions.
toji shakes his head, letting out a deep sigh as he turns to look at his of friends once again.
“gonna be gone for a bit, see ya tomorrow?” he waves them off, and goes out the door before they could reply, or ask anymore questions.
he knows he said he would be at your place by 10 minutes, but he ends up arriving in 5 minutes. quickly at your door step, knocking on the door gently.
just as he predicted, you open the door almost immediately.
when he looks at you, he swears he could break down then and there. on your door step.
your eyes are puffy, you’re wearing his hoodie that he “accidentally” left at your home, and there were dried tear stains on your puffy cheeks.
he wanted to kiss your cheeks badly, and cradle you in his arms. but he resisted.
thats before you crash into his arms, immediately breaking down. hugging him tightly as if he was going to disappear again.
toji breaks, he can’t handle the cold act around you any longer.
“y/n? what’s wrong baby? speak to me..” toji coo’s, his harsh tone disappeared. you automatically feel comfort from his nice tone, something you missed.
there he is, the sweet older boyfriend you have always missed. the man who was your home, your protector, your everything.
“‘missed you s’much toji. miss being with you and megumi, i-i can’t sleep without thinking about how i could’ve been better for you.” you stutter repeatedly.
it was no lie that megumi missed you as well. the boy who is only 3 years old can not go a night without asking where you were, if you were coming back to him without breaking down. because you made the little boy feel loved.
toji’s heart breaks, now he notices how selfish he has been. yes he was protecting you, but he also broke you so much. regret seeps into his body, he wraps his arms around you and hugs you tightly.
“‘s not your fault sweets, you were more than enough for me. c’mon, let’s go to bed.” he murmurs, picking you up bridal style and walks towards your bedroom. the door behind him shutting closed.
the photo of you both happily together was still on your night stand, toji’s heart breaks for the millionth time in the past hour.
his side of the bed was cold, as if you never slept on it. that’s because it felt wrong sleeping on that side, knowing it once belonged to him.
you continue crying as you’re placed on the bed, still in toji arms. he’s careful with you, placing kisses on your face and rubbing your body to give you his heat.
“i-i miss you.. s’much.” you repeat, looking up at him for the first time with clear sight. tears drying back on your cheeks.
he gives you a sad smile and kisses both of your cheeks, sticky with tears.
“i miss you more sweetheart, missed my little girl s’much.. ‘l’ll explain everythin to you tomorrow, kay?” he questions, caressing your cold cheek.
the smile you give him is sad, but could easily melt the coldness in his heart.
after you nod he places a kiss on your lips, before pulling you closer, your head on his chest while is head is rested on top of yours.
the night goes by, and your soft snores fill the room. toji’s eyes are still glued onto the photo of you both, looking so happy, so dumb and in love.
he is gonna make that happen again, only for you. he’d figure out everything else soon, his priority was now you.
“i love you, missed you more than anything. baby.” he whispers quietly, placing one last kiss to your temple before drifting off to sleep.
for the first time in months he is able to sleep with no bad feelings, or any nightmares.
that is because you’re by his side, by his side to push away all the bad thoughts. by his side to make him feel loved again.
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part 2 - back in love !
a/n: don’t mind typos pls, it’s like 3:47 am😭😭
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