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Wings by R + F

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Chapter 3

Jae's P.O.V

It’s hard to make out the new arrivals’ features from across the room, but it’s clear they have the princess by the way the others stand so closed in around the smallest figure. I’m upset with myself that’d I’d missed the signs earlier. The first few are taller than the rest, only two of them are feminine, the first lean and seemingly held captive while the other is fitter in comparison. The leader of the small group speaks firmly when she enters the room.

She’s taller, fitter than the rest, and she speaks in a firm tone; but I miss most of what she says. “Call J…” that’s the only thing I can make out; the rest is too quiet to hear from here.

The person in their grasp struggles slightly but stops upon the man in the center turning to them. The swift turn pushes his dark navy-blue hood to the side revealing his steely silver eyes, his sharp gaze falls on who I now assume is the princess, and I catch him looking her up and down creepily. He laughs softly, his dark monotonous voice cracking slightly into a lighter pitch, the clear crystal returns to his hand and flashes a swirling pale green color. The color swirls wildly, twisting and turning, it stops suddenly only to fall to the bottom motionless.

“Go find her.” The man spits to the other, his hood ruffling again from the ferocity of his movements. “There will be repercussions for this.” He growls angrily as the hardy woman begins to move passed him.

Her boots thump against the tile floor, echoing out against the quiet tension as she storms by my shadowed form, her masked face hidden by her larger cloak hood. The light that catches in the pools of her eyes is obscured by the reflection of the deep orange fabric, and I shift further into the darkness, fear enveloping me as though she’d sense my presence; only relaxing when she doesn’t falter in her steps.

The two guards who hold either arm of the princess are pudgy, their leather armor squeaks as they step forward, obnoxiously rubbing together as they move.

“Don’t fight us, it’s be a shame to ruin this pretty face.” The man sneers, uncomfortably close to her face, his hot breath fanning over her nose as his hand grips tightly to her cheeks.

“H-Hey!” I shout impulsively, six pairs of eyes shift over to me, never mind to the element of surprise as I jump out into the open.

“Hey?” The man’s hand falls, his fingers white from his grip on her face as he turns to me, his body shakes with a chuckle. “And who are you?”

“I’m…the rescue.”

“Really?” The man’s entire body relaxes, his hand twitching over the blade I hadn’t noticed he’d had on him. “I would have guessed you to be the Farmer’ daughter.”

I grit my teeth in irritation, I was no farm girl; how dare he address me as such. I glance down at my apparel. It was a simple teal night shirt that smells of lavender, along the top collar is a row of lilies; pure white and innocent; paired with a matching set of shorts. My hair was separated into two French braids sitting on either side of my neck. Over top of the pajamas was the barely fitting leather apparel I called armor. My cheeks flush in embarrassment, the apparel was pale almost see-through, matching with the pale teal slippers on my feet; making me highly aware of how bare my legs were. The accursed armor still having yet to be resized, hung loosely around my odd frame and was of no true use to me.

I keep my head down, suddenly feeling like a scolded little girl. The feeling throwing me into a vivid memory…

An image of the new mother flashes in my mind, her red hair pulled back elegantly as her pale grey eyes stare me down, she never fails to remind of how a lady should act in public. I had dared to run out of the house and through the upper city square in clothes much like the ones I’m wearing now, chasing something the other upper-class folk claim to have not seen, new mother’s face shown a bright shade of red as she took my hand to lead me home. ‘No matter what’ she had started gently caressing the top of my hair to smooth down its wild curls. ‘You should never leave the house without proper clothing.’ I thought she hated me in that moment, having to mother a child that wasn’t hers, having to teach me the ways of a lady.

I snap back into focus as the Man’s heels thump against the ground.

“I…am no farm girl. I Am a castle guard! And you Will release the Princess. Now!” I swallow thickly, the air about him seems cold…confident, and though I claim to be more; I am nothing but a girl with false dreams.

“You expect me to believe you? You can’t even hold your sword properly, your stance is all wrong, and you’re…shaking in your slippers…” He circles me slowly, eyes carefully assessing me as he rounds to face me, his words strike my hope as his blade strikes my skin before I can move. His small blade moves quickly between his fingers as though it’s dancing across their surface only to sink into the deep crimson hidden beneath my caramel flesh.

“What do you expect to accomplish? An early death?” His blade catches my skin again, a stinging agonizing slice as I will myself to fight him, I swing my father’s sword about before the man can strike again.

The metallic colored blade crosses his bloodied knife, the tainted silver falls from his hand and he gasps in pain, he holds his hand tightly to his chest as blood flows out of a gash hidden under his fingers.

“You don’t realize the mistake you’ve just made…” Placing his good hand on the hilt of his sword, his face hardens with anger, and I falter at the intensity.

“Mark my words, you will fall by my hands.” He laughs darkly at my attempt of false confidence as he steps back towards the princess.

“Not any time soon…” His eyes dart just behind me, but there’s no time to turn.

A hard shock lands against the back of my head, I fall forward, and my sword clatters away as my vision blurs. A hard black boot sits on my shoulder, the heel pushing harshly against one of the many fresh cuts adorning my body, a face I know all too well staring back at me. My head throbs, the pain louder than the voices above me, my consciousness fading in and out.

…

(Silver-eyed man’s P.O.V.)

“What should we do with her?” A few of my soldiers question, some of the others voice their concern for the situation while I glare harshly at a pair of Ice blue eyes.

“They’re both coming with us.” An edge to my voice has the blue-eyed girl scoffing in disgust and irritation as she pulls the unconscious girl’s face from the ground by her hair.

“To think I share a face with one of these horrid creatures.” Her fingers twitch, a telltale sign she’s itching to end its life.

“Leave it J, we’ll let the King handle the beasts…” She lets the girls long black hair go and her face falls to the ground. “Why didn’t you answer my call?”

Ignoring me she snaps her fingers at a different set of my followers, each of them takes an arm and hoists the unconscious girl up.

“ANSWER ME!” The shout echoes around the room we’re in and J grunts in annoyance.

“I honestly just didn’t feel like it.” She runs her fingers through her short hair, ruffling the curls to remove the drops of dried blood from the strands. Handing me the twins’ sword she walks off without another word.

“Insolent child…”

…

(Jae’s P.O.V.)

I’m moving, feet dragging along the corridor floors as the tiling goes on forever, the grips on my arms are tight and the people groan in frustration.

“Did they have to make Us carry her?” One of them complains quietly as the other quickly readjusts their sweaty hands.

Suddenly we stop moving, and the grip to my right loosens slightly, it’s quick and almost fearful. A heavy set of boots smacks against the tile until black tips sit just inside my field of vision.

“Will the both of you be quiet.”

I feel both of them nod frantically before a hand grips my chin and forces me to look into their eyes.

“Stand and walk on your own…” I glance just passed him and catch a glance of worried green eyes.

I stand up, my head throbs a little but its bearable now, and the man turns to continue on down the hall.

I curse myself as I watch the passing doorways. I knew I should have stayed hidden; my “father” hadn’t shown me anything but the basics of sword fighting and I’d become arrogant, desperate to finish my father’s wish. I didn’t get to grieve, no one who’d lost someone today would ever get the chance to say goodbye, never get closure; what with them burning the evidence in the courtyard. I never should have left my room, I should have stayed in bed, pillows covering my ears to block the screams out. The princess will be captured, swept away without a trace or any clues as to where, and I’ll be laying cold…lifeless at the bottom of a pit rotting away.

Focusing on the details of the passing halls and doorways I look for any inkling of escape, a way to survive or call for help, but as I find none I watch as the mysterious man blatantly disrespects the bodies of fallen soldiers. He kicks and shove them around, avoiding the puddles of blood on his freshly cleaned boots, he sneers at them as he’s forced to step over a few. The bodies are mangled, covered from head to toe in gashes the size of my forearm, and holes bigger than the palm of my hand that seep blood endlessly. Their eyes are already dull, glossed over and pale, their last moment etched out in the streaks left behind by their tears.

The princess is dragged a few feet ahead of me, the men on either side holding her arms walking at a pace faster than she could keep up with, they were brutish and overly rough with her. The princess doesn’t fight their hold, she moves as quickly as her tired feet allow, she seems calm for someone being held captive. Though her dove white wings twitch at every open window we pass, the slowly fade away, escaping back into the reaches of her magic.

At some point I let the world fade into the back of my mind, there was nothing I could do, no one left to save us; not that anyone who knew where we were escaped alive. All the noise of the world is drowned out, the colors gone, I only feel the numbness of fear and see the fleeting memories of lost loved ones as we walk closer to our demise. We finally come to a halt, the ground seems to sway beneath our feet as the smell of fresh salt water hits my nose, startled out of my semi-oblivious state of mind I take in my new surrounds.

It’s a rather small ship for all the men that attacked the castle, but the mast stands tall almost proud, the wood creaks and groans under the new weight as the rickety flat board is pulled up away from the docks. It slams down against the ground as the ship begins to move away from our homeland and it splinters. When had we crossed that? The thought terrifies me. This ship is a death trap. The deck has holes scattered around, the doors hang limply on their hinges, and the mast rocks slightly with the weight of the sail. The sail its self is over used, its vast whiteness yellowing with age, and its printed insignia fading from lack of care.

“I believe you can do this…” My father’s words echo in the front of my mind again as the deck creaks under our weight.

The man turns toward us just as the soldier to my left gets caught in one of the holes on deck, the soldier falls forward leaving me free to move, the person to my right sharply moves towards me as I reach for the dagger on the others thigh. His hand barely grasps a fist full of my hair before I flip the blade towards him and slice across his palm. He draws his hand back with a Yelp as the other guard stumbles to a stand, trying and failing to reach her armored hand out for me. The soft pads of my indoor shoes slap against the rough wooden deck as I lunge towards the princess, as if expecting something the silver eyed man already has a blade at her throat, her cuffed hands reach for his hands desperately as her eyes widen in fear.

“I wouldn’t if I were you…we’re already moving and I can make the short trip on this vessel very unpleasant for you.”

I stare at him, judging his every move, I still wasn’t going to be able to fight him but maybe I could distract him. I rush towards him but am slowed by the guard from my left, she grabs the sleeve on my shoulder, pressing firmly into one of the cuts there that causes me to wince; and flips me around to face her. I trip over her feet as she punches my cheek. Tumbling closer to the silver eyed man, he maneuvers himself and the princess to the other side of the ship, further from us but closer to the rushing ocean current below.

Adrenaline courses through my veins as the girl and I continue to fight. The guard lands another punch to my side and I grunt in pain as I flip us again so I’m on top of her. I push her knife towards her throat while she struggles against my hold, frantically trying to push my face away enough to escape, she presses her fingers just under my eyes and along the cut on my cheek. I scream in pain as I force the knife against her skin and rip it out to the side.

“Valerie!!” The other guard cries as he knocks an arrow.

I launch into a sprint aiming for the princess, the silver eyed man misinterprets and pushes her directly into my path to move himself away, and I crash into her; taking us both of overboard. Just as we fly over the edge towards the water, the arrow shoots past us, barely missing the Princess’ face.

The dark salty water envelopes the both of us, the cold wetness a welcome change to the sweaty warmth of “Valerie’s” hands. A silver chain floats in front of my eyes and I barely make out the blurred form of the princess struggling to swim. I grab hold of the cuffs and drag us to the surface. Gasping for air, we both look up to the hull which has stopped moving.

“There they are! Get them!!” The silver eyed man’s hair is ruffled as he screams at another soldier.

“I hope this works…” I mutter, letting my hands collect energy from the water around them.

Flecks of teal gather around my fingers and the water stirs wildly around us, rocking the old ship back and forth.

“Take her down!” One of the many people aboard screams.

The princess yells as arrows begin flying towards us, the sky darkening slowly, thunder and lightning clapping loudly above us. The current rushes faster, wrapping around us suddenly before we’re pulled away from the ships side, our heads barely above the surface as we escape. Further and further along we’re pulled, rapids pushing and pulling, and as they part into different paths they threaten to pull us under.

“Hold on!” The both of us Yelp as we’re rushed and spun around jagged rocks and fallen trees.

The teal flecks leave my hands and we’re left to the true power of the water. We scrap against the bottom of the river, slam against the fallen trees, and finally get caught against yet another jagged rock. The only thing holding us from the rest of the river is the thin chain of the cuffs that’s quickly breaking. The chain slowly slips across the rocks surface, hardly able to catch on its sharp edges as the small links bend, and I have to readjust my grip on her as we search for land.

“We’re not going to make it to the shore!” It’s almost hard to hear over the water.

There’s a fallen tree just a few feet from the rock we desperately hold to, I reach my arm out for it, the current fights my movements the whole time. The water splashes harshly against us as my fingers graze an outer branch, the chain slips further and I go under, the water is pushing at my lungs; its angrily begging to drown me- drown us.

“It’s not going to hold for much longer! Please hurry..!” The princess’ voice is desperate and fearful as I hear the chains snap further.

I look towards the current pushing at us, there are small humming bird sized creatures flitting above the surface, their hands seem to pull the water up towards them. Their small voices are angry as they turn towards us, the smallest of the creatures points at us, then without warning they all fly forward; waves of water following them. My eyes widen as they get closer, they are water sprites, and they are clearly not happy with us. I splash frantically towards the tree, desperately bouncing in the current for any part of it to hold, finally I grab hold as the chain finally gives way to the pressure.

The princess yelps as I hoist us both out of the water, but it doesn’t matter for long as the sprites finally reach us, the wave of water they had been dragging behind them is much larger than I anticipated. It crashes over us and the tree tips. It creaks and moans as the weight of us with the water drags it down; how could it be expected to us hold us when its roots were long dead. The water slices cuts into the tips of my fingers as the sprites encourage the water further, I yell at the sprites who pry at my fingers as I try to hold tighter to the decaying bark, we slip off the edge with a scream. I grab at the air as we fall back into the water.

“Don’t fight it! It’ll only make it worse!”

“What??” The current pulls me around, pushes me under the surface, and sends me rushing down a rocky path as I watch it take the princess another way.

The paths twisting and turning as they rush down further and further, the more it pulls me under the less air I breathe, I fall unconscious again.

Notice: So this is just a small peak into the past for some of our characters, I do hope you enjoy these. :)

Age 17, January 7, 7:05am- Hi Journal, it has been three months since I left home and only 3 days since began my training, we still haven’t advanced with our Sergeant from hand to hand onto sword. We have been stuck in basic lessons for what feels like forever. On the Brightside my father…

-Jae

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{This is for @metalbuckaroo's challenge. I had this brewing for a minute but college has got in a chokehold. I chose prompt #30 from the given prompt list. I hope y'all like this read. Love, R}

Bucky trailed behind Y/N as she ignored his calls. Her boots clicked loudly in the small hallway as she rushed towards their shared apartment. Her keys shook in her hand, body tense with anxiety and anger.

Bucky reached her at the door, his hands loosely gripping her arms. Y/N shoved the door open, her body snapping away from his. Y/N haphazardly throws her keys in the small bowl that sat on the hallway side table.

Her chest heaved with deep breaths as she tried to remain calm.

“Y/N please, what is going on? Why are you so mad?” Bucky questioned, slamming the door behind him as his own frustrations started to catch up with him.

“I'm going to bed.” Is all she said to him without even meeting his eyes. She was quick to enter her room and lock the door before he could say anymore. Bucky stood behind her door in confusion. His body still tingled with the lasting effects of the shots he took hours prior.

Sitting on your bed, Y/N finally released. Her shoulders dropped, her body hunching over itself as the tears started flowing.

Y/N had been looking for Bucky for what felt like hours. He was her ride back to the apartment and having been at this party for over four hours- she was exhausted. There was a twinge of disappointment that lingered in her caused by Bucky's disappearance. He invited her to this party tonight but quickly left her to her own devices the moment the both of them walked through the frat’s doors.

The house was mainly empty except for the few lingering bodies that were drunkenly wandering around. She climbed up the stairs that lead to a common room on the second floor. Y/N’s cute white go-go boots were tight on your feet, making her wince at every step. Fashion was a moment type thing, not a four hour long excursion.

Y/N heard a group of voices leading from the common room once you reached the top of the stairs. She listened out waiting to see if she could hear Bucky’s voice before walking through the doors of the common room.

“I don't know why you hang out with that girl Bucky.” Her ears perked at his name. Y/N almost walked through the door but she took a step back to listen to what they were saying.

“Yeah, shes fucking weird.” The group laughed. “I mean look at how she dressed tonight. She’s wearing a costume.”

Y/N looked down at her 80’s inspired dress with a frown. She thought she looked cute tonight, Bucky said she looked cute. She couldn't stop blushing after she heard his words.

“She’s a freak barnes. All she does is follow you around. Are you sure you guys aren't dating?” One of the boys asked with a chuckle. No one said her name yet but she knew they were talking about her. She could tell.

“Y/N’s not that bad. She just doesn't have any friends. I don't like her like that, not my type. She's got that weird anxiety thing.” Bucky's voice finally sounded out from the group. Y/N heart hurt hearing his words. Weird anxiety thing?

“Yeah, making her a freak. So you're just friends with her out of pity? Are you at least getting community service hours?” The group laughed again, Bucky's deep laugh standing out to Y/N.

“You have a lot of strength for a man who's not getting any ass from the girl he's keeping company with. Shes weird as fuck but her body is still bangin. Have you ever copped a feel of her tits? I would hang out with the loser if I got to fuck her too.” Someone commented. Y/N felt bile rise in her throat. She could feel a panic attack approaching having heard the sexual comments about her body. She stepped out from around the wall into the common room. All eyes snapped up to her, some eyes widening in shock. Bucky just looked up, not catching on that his roommate may have heard the horrid words said about her.

“I-im ready to go home, Bucky.” She hadn't looked up from where her feet were rooted on the stained wood floors. Bucky slowly wobbled up from his seat. The rest of the guys watching quietly, some snickering at Bucky's submissiveness.

“Here sweets, you're gonna have to drive.” Bucky says handing his keys over to Y/N. Without looking at him, she snatches the keys from his hands and quickly retreats to his car. Bucky stumbles behind her confused by her attitude.

Y/N walked to Bucky’s car, arms covering whatever they could cover on her body. Her mind telling her she was unsafe, her anxiety telling her even worse things.

Bucky eyes burned from the headache he had. He felt physically ill as he woke up from the living room couch. Last night's activities blur in his mind, no clear memories presenting themselves. He sits up to rest his forearms on his knees trying to calm his bubbling stomach.

The first thing he notices as he comes to his senses is the lack of Y/N’s noise. Normally the small apartment would be filled with the sounds of her sunday playlist as she cleans about. He also doesn't smell her extra dark and strong coffee that she only makes for sundays. He doesnt smell her out of the can cinnamon rolls either that she would normally wake him up with on a small tray with said coffee.

He finds it odd that her presence is lacking in the apartment. Standing, he makes his way over to her room knocking on it slightly. He hears shuffling from the other side but no one comes to open the door.

“Hey sweets, everything ok?” He knocks again to gain her attention.

“I-Im fine Bucky, please go away.” She stutters out to Bucky. Bucky is shocked by her statement not used to being pushed away by her.

“Oh ok, just let me know if you need anything.” He says quietly.

Y/N remained the same way over the next few days. She rarely came out of her room when she was in the apartment leaving Bucky on his own. She stopped making him meals out of kindness or filling up his canisters of water for workouts. She stopped baking him treats as midday pick me ups. She didnt wait for him to get out of classes so they could gossip about what was going on on campus. She didnt bother him at all.

Bucky felt uneasy about Y/N’s silence. He was hurt by her sudden disappearance. Hurt that she could just ghost him without any reason. But there was a reason, Bucky just didnt remember.

Y/N sluggishly walked into the apartment after taking an extensive exam in one of her classes. She tried to walk quietly throughout the apartment to not catch the attention of Bucky. She walks softly on her feet close to the opening of the kitchen.

“Hey.” A quiet voice makes Y/N jump in her spot. Her mission of going unnoticed failed. Bucky leans against the kitchen counter that is parallel to the opening of the kitchen. His feet are crossed in front of him, hands holding a cup of tea.

“Hi.” Her tone matches his. She turns her body to face his, hands fidgeting with each other. She slightly moved from foot to foot, a trait that had been acquired out of nerves. Bucky recognized her tic, his heart constricting at the thought that he might have done something to cause it.

“Y/N, please, what's going on?” Bucky can see that she's not wearing one of her normal outfits that are adorned in bright colors and fun patterns. Instead, her body is covered in a boring sweater that hides most of her body. She wears a large pair of jeans underneath, a belt tightly bounding it to her body.

“Nothing Bucky.” She dismisses. Bucky feels his anger peak. A range of emotion he tried to hide away breaching over its point. He missed his best friend beyond belief and all she could give was a few words.

“It's not nothing Y/N!” He snaps slamming his mug of tea on the counter. Y/N flinches at the sound. Her hands start to shake, not out of fear of Bucky but from unwarranted anxiousness. “I've given you your space but its killing me. I miss you Y/N. I dont get what happened?”

Y/N feels her eyes well up with tears.

“You hurt me Bucky.” It was Bucky’s turn to flinch hearing her words. He hurt her?

“I don't know what I did though.” His voice sounded childlike as he whined.

“At the party, you let your friends talk poorly about me. You-you let them call me a freak and-and weird. They made fun of my clothes and said you were hanging out with me out of pity and you just sat there and laughed James!” Her voice rose with every word. Bits and pieces of that night float around in his head. He can slightly remember the conversation but nothing is clearly showing in his head.

“I'm sorry they said that Y/N but you know that's not true. We both know our relationship, I don't know why you're letting them get to you.”

“They talked about my anxiety. You talked about my anxiety!”

“That's it? That's why you're not talking to me?” He exclaimed throwing his hands in the air.

“You let them sexualize me!” The kitchen filled with an uncomfortable silence. Bucky’s exterior softened.

“What?” His tone was drastically softer than it was earlier.

“You just sat and listened to them as they talked about my body. They talked about my boobs and if youve had sex with me and you said nothing. They said that they would hang with the loser if they could fuck me...How could you let them say that about me?” Y/N whimpered. Her hands cradled her face as she sobbed. Bucky saw the way her chest heaved with each sob, tears forming in his own eyes.

“I didn't know. I wouldn't have let them say those things sober. You have to know that.” He almost fell to his knees pleading for her forgiveness.

“You even said you wouldn't date me. I know its stupid but I thought you liked me back. You told me you loved me. You've taken me out on dates. You've kissed me for goodness sake!”

“I know and I'm sorry. I do like you, I don't know why I said that. I like you so much.” His knees buckled slightly but he held his ground.

“Obviously you dont Bucky. We should just stay away from each other from now on and I won't be renewing my leasing contract at the end of the semester.” She finalizes. Buckys whispers a small no in protest. “You really hurt me, Bucky. I would never let anyone slander you. I respect you too much to allow for someone else to disrespect you.”

With that being said, she gave Bucky one last look over before walking away. Bucky was knocked out of his thoughts at the sound of her door slamming shut and the lock being secured.

Bucky sat on the kitchen floor, the cold tile seeping through his pants to chill his legs. His face adorned with a frown, tears sliding down his warm cheeks. Y/N was his best friend and he ruined it by being a shitty person. He knows he should have defended her, defended their relationship.

Bucky’s rolly chair was his only source of entertainment at his desk in the lobby of the admissions office. Today was a slow day. There were only a few students who came in asking for help finding buildings or looking for the financial aid office. Some high school student came in for tours but his coworkers beat him to doing tours so here he was stuck in the quiet office. He had already stolen a large amount of guest snacks, a cold bottle of tea and a sugar cookie with the school's logo on it.

His chair spinning activities came to a halt when he heard the front door open with a small jingle sounding from it. He took a moment to let the dizziness fade away before he looked up. Bucky felt his breath stop in his throat.

There stood a girl with overalls and a bright colored top. She wore dark green converse, high tops, with frilly socks that peeked from the top. She had large glasses that framed her face perfectly. She was looking around the office, eyes wide with wonder. Her eyes finally met Bucky's, making a large smile appear on her face.

“Hi!” She exclaimed walking up to Bucky’s desk.

“Hey, what can I help you with today?” Bucky asked cooly.

“I just transferred here and I was wondering if you knew where I could apply for on campus jobs?” She placed her hands on top of the counter of Bucky’s desk. He admired her baby blue acrylics that had white flowers on them.

“Oh um, the admissions office is hiring. We do all of the tours for highschool students, or package and mail acceptance letters. Sometimes we plan scholarship events. It's an easy pay type of job. I just sit here and do homework my whole shift.” Bucky answers. “What's your name so I can get my boss to contact you?”

“Y/N Y/L/N.” Bucky quickly scribbled your name on a post it note and stuck it to his laptop as a reminder. “Do you really like this job or are you just trying to pull me in?” She jests with a small smile on her face.

“I mean it's a decent job but im sure with you working here it would make it ten times prettier.” Bucky smirked at the giggle that escaped Y/N. He wasn't normally a flirt but he couldn't help himself with this one.

“Oh really? How many times have you said that line to a girl?” Bucky put a hand to his chest in a fake offense.

“You think too low of me Y/N. I saved that one for the prettiest girl to walk through the door.”

“Hmm, ok. I'll believe it only because my ego needs this boost. Hey, you never told me your name. How am I supposed to write about this encounter in my journal if I don't have your name?”

“My name is James but I prefer if people just call me Bucky. Short for Buchanon, I know it's weird.” Bucky leans back in his chair, arms crossed. He can see her eyes checking out the way his muscles flex underneath his long sleeve shirt. He may have purposefully flexed a little extra for show.

“No, I love it. I dont think ive ever met a Bucky.” She counters. She leans forward, placing her elbows on the counter, her chest pressed against the front of the counter.

“Well I'm glad I'm your first Bucky.” He jokes with a small smile on his face. There was a small moment of silence shared between the two as they just looked at each other. Bucky couldn't help but think about how cute she was as Y/N thought the same thing.

“Oh gosh, I'm probably holding you up from your work.” She snaps out of her little spell rolling her eyes at herself. “I should get going.”

Bucky frowned at the idea of her leave, wanting nothing more than to continue talking to the new girl.

“Right, of course. Maybe I could get your number...so I can notify you about the job.” Bucky proposes. Y/N raises one eyebrow in question, a knowing smile placed on her lips.

“Sure thing bucky.” He hands her a pen and post it for her number. “I wouldn't be opposed to you using this number for things other than work too.” She suggested. She signed her name on the post it note ending it with a small heart.

“I will definitely take you up on that offer. No take backs though when I start sending you random shit.” She giggled, leaning up from her spot. Bucky basked at the sweet sound. He stood up to meet her on the other side of the desk.

“Well Bucky, it was lovely to meet you.” She stuck her hand out for him to shake, he reciprocated the action. Her hands were soft and warm, he thought. She gave him one last smile before walking away.

It was warm outside on the quad as Bucky sat by himself. He sat at the table that would normally be occupied by Y/N and him. Y/N would bring lunch- made by her. Anytime Bucky would try to help her by making lunch she would kick him out of the kitchen. Today, Bucky sat by himself, with no hand made lunch. He had a greasy bag of french fries and a large coke. He planned on eating his sorrows away.

“Hey Bucky!” A voice yelled out to him. Looking up from his fries, Bucky looked towards the sound that broke him out of his fries excursion. Tanner and Logan, his friends from the party, came walking over to him. They both sat down, throwing their lunch onto the table.

“Where's Ms. weirdo?” Tanner asks, mouth full of food. Bucky grimaced at Tanner's manners. He also felt the anger he should have felt on Saturday bloom in his chest.

“She's not weird.” Bucky snapped, fists tightening in his lap. Tanner scoffed, Logan laughing along with him.

“Says you. She is fucking weird. Did you finally get some from her or something? Defending her and shit.” Logan clapped Tanner on his back agreeing with him. “Shit, good for you dude. I would have fucked her a while ago. Probably would have kept her face down so I wouldn't have to see her-”

Before Tanner could finish his sentence, he was thrown from his seat from the powerful punch being landed on his jaw. His feet flew from where he was sitting, landing on his back with a heavy thud.

“Dude what the fuck?” Tanner stood wiping his face from the blood that started to trickle down from his bloody eyebrow. Bucky had never felt anger like this before. His heart was racing, his breathing labored. His cheeks were red and warm, eyebrows turned down.

“No, you don't get to make fun of her and make sexual comments about her.” Bucky snarled. Tanner rolled his eyes, walking closer to Bucky.

“Oh fuck off with that! You didn't defend her this hard on saturday.” Tanner's mistake after his words was shoving Bucky's shoulders back. Bucky reacted quickly by shoving Tanner with even more force.

Tanner threw a punch to Bucky’s jaw, making his head fly back. Bucky tackled Tanner to the ground, throwing punches left and right. Tanner fought back, hands flying landing punches wherever he could land them.

Logan was able to pull Bucky off of Tanner, warning the two that campus police would arrest them if they were caught. Both boys stared at each other fuming. Bucky snatched his trash and his backpack up, the scowl never leaving his face.

“If I ever see you looking or talking to Y/N, I will bash your face in.” Bucky growled.

Y/N felt better today. She found the strength to wear a cute outfit versus the oversized clothes she had been wearing prior out of fear. She didn't want anyone to look at her in any harmful way. She wanted to wear her cute outfits that were sometimes form fitting and short. She liked to wear her cute period pieces that had her own twist on them. She spent many years hating her body and the way she looked. She deserved to feel cute without thinking she is at fault for being sexualized and poorly treated.

She whipped out one of her favorite outfits today, loving the way it fit on her body making her feel confident. Sitting at the front desk of the admissions office, her feet propped up on the desk. Her shift was going by slowly, no one needing assistance this late in the day.

The door burst open making Y/N jump from her seat. She stood up shocked to see Bucky walk in with a huff. He wasn't supposed to work today but here he was. Y/N gasped looking at his cut lip and bruising eye.

“Bucky, what happened?” She maneuvered her way around the desk to stand in front of the beat up boy. She placed both of her hands on his cheeks to examine his injuries. He moved his face away from her tears brimming his eyes.

“I'm sorry Y/N. I'm really sorry. I should have protected you from them. I should've told them not to speak about you that way. You are more than some eye candy for men to act disgusting towards. You are beautiful and eclectic. You have a brilliant mind that shines brighter than anyone elses on this campus.” He spoke to her softly.

“I don't understand Bucky. What made you have this change of heart? You didn't give two shits about me last weekend.” She crossed her arms defensively.

“I know and I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking. Maybe it was the alcohol but that's no excuse. I love you. I love all of you. You're not weird. You're your own person and I love everything about you. You do so much for me and I feel like shit for not doing the bare minimum for you.” His words stunned her.

“You love me?”

“God, with everything I have. Since the day you walked in here with those overalls. I've spent the past four years loving you.” Bucky whispered. He grabbed her hand, thumb rubbing over her knuckles.

“I love you too, Bucky. I really do and I'm hurt. I don't think the hurt will go away for some time. You let them speak horribly about me. If you loved me like I was your girl, you would have defended me.” She spoke sorrowfully.

“I know, I know. I can't change the fact that I did nothing but I can tell you that I'm sorry. I'm always going to protect you. I did today. Tanner may be sporting a nasty goose egg on his eye because of his dumbass words.” Y/N giggled softly, touching his bruising knuckles.

“Thank you, Bucky.”

“I want to go back to normal. I miss you in the mornings and-and during our lunch breaks outside. I miss you.” Bucky stated.

“I miss you too.”

Bucky watched her eyes drop down to his lip, busted and all. He leaned forward slightly hoping she would meet him in the middle. She met him the rest of the way pressing her lips to his. Bucky relished this moment. He relished to be even sharing moments with the girl he's been in love with since the second he saw her.

“I'm gonna be better, I promise.”

#metalbuck's 2k writing challenge #college!bucky #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky angst #bucky x y/n #james buchanan barnes

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the-bastards-box · 3 years

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Blade meets Dream

Just a little something i wrote with a friend

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Blade was sitting on the ground in a random AU He entered, he wiped the blood from his cheekbone, He's close to crying, He's hugging his knees.

A portal opened with a flash and a skeleton clad in bright gold and blues walked through. His eyelights immediately fell on Blade and he took a step towards him, worry coloring his expression.

"Hello?"

Blade looked at him, his expression is sad, he feels betrayed, He's watching Dream, not really trusting him, He's wearing a Hood over his head.

Dream knelt a safe distance from Blade. As he got closer, Blade could feel an aura of warmth gently radiating from him.

"Hi, I'm Dream... I felt a strong presence of anguish and I came to se if i could help." Dream smiled slightly.

Blade curled up more, "I . . . I Dunno if you can . . ." Blade wiped the blood again.

"I can certainly try though." Dream got a little closer, his soothing positive aura getting slightly stronger. "What's your name?"

"B-Blade . . ." He slightly calmed down due to Dream' aura.

"Nice to meet you Blade." Dream paused and decided to rest where he was at, sitting cross legged. "Mind telling me what's bothering you?"

"I had an argument with someone . . ."

Dream winces reflexively, if the blood was anything to go by... "I'm sorry, that... that looks like it didn't end well. Do you want to talk about it? I'm a good listener... I also usually give pretty sound advice."

"This . . . person . . . wanted me to do some . . . stuff . . . and in the past they forced me to do . . . similar things . . ." A quick check of Blade' stats would show that he has a rather high LV.

Dream did just that and held a hand over his mouth in shock. He felt sickened by what he was hearing but he wanted to be sure. "By forcing you to do some stuff... do you mean killing other monsters?"

Blade hesitantly nodded at the question.

Dream inched forward. "You don't have to do anything they say anymore. I'll make sure of that." He hesitantly reached out and placed a comforting hand on Blade.

"r-really? I . . . He's pretty scary when he's angry . . . Wouldn't hesitate to kill you . . . I don't want anyone getting hurt because of me . . . because of my stupid problems . . . "

"I can be scary when i'm angry too. Don't worry, i'm a hard monster to kill. Besides..." Dream chuckled lightly. "He can't be any worse than my own brother."

"What's your brother like?"

"Haha oh man, he's... he's something. Stubborn, prideful, really smart! But terrible at card games." Dream chuckles. "...He's also... kind of a malevolent god of negativity?"

"oh" Blade wiped the blood flowing from his cheekbone again.

"Yeah... family get togethers are awkward heh." Dream jokes. "Hey uh... do you mind if... is it ok if I heal that?" Dream points to his own cheekbone.

"it's okay . . ."

Dream knee walked so he was kneeling in front of Blade and reached out to hold his face in his hands. He wiped some tears from his face and gave Blade a small smile.

"Ready?"

Blade nodded slightly.

Dream closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting his magic flow to his hands. Warmth spread from his fingertips, pleasant and soothing. Dream's magic took away all the pain away almost instantly, and with how close they were Blade could smell the faint scent of sunlight and apples wafting off of him.

Blade is looking at Dream, he relaxed.

Dream opens his eyes and meets Blade's gaze. He blushes lightly and releases Blade's face, letting his hands fall in his lap. The wound on his face was completely healed, nothing left but a fresh scar.

"th-thanks . . ." There's a light red blush on Blade' cheekbones.

Dream smiles and lets out a little chuckle, feeling giddy from the positive energy being reflected back at him. "No problem."

Blade is quiet, he continues looking at Dream.

Dream stares back for a moment, looking into blades eyes, before jumping slightly and rummaging through his inventory. "Oh! Uh here." Dream pulls out a handkerchief and hands it to Blade. "F-for the blood." He stutters.

Blade takes the handkerchief and wipes the blood from his face and hands, one of his fingers is missing, "thanks . . ."

"Again, no problem.... is.. is your hand ok though? does it need healing?"

Blade shook his head, not really aware of what Dream was talking about.

Dream tilted his head to the side. "Can I ask what happened?" Dream points to his own hand where Blade's missing finger was.

Blade realized what Dream was talking about, he frowned and looked away, " . . . I dunno if i want to talk about it now . . ."

"Ok! Um, sorry... I shouldn't have pried." Dream rubbed the back of his skull awkwardly.

"no worries . . ."

Dream nodded and stood up with a stretch. "Well! My new friend, is there anything else i can do for you?" Dream gave Blade a lopsided smile.

"I dunno . . . I guess I'll just sit here for a while and come back there to apologize to that person . . ."

"Apologize? You're not talking about the person who was making you..." Dream trailed off, looking uncomfortable.

"If i don't apologize to him then I won't have anywhere to go . . . so yeah . . ." Blade lowered his head, not really happy about his idea.

"You're more than welcome to come with me."

"r-really?" Blade looked at Dream, "are you sure?"

"Definitely! I can't leave you here with them on a good conscience... and I always have room for others." Dream smiles wide. "It'd be fun."

"o-okay" Blade stood up and dusted himself off.

"Oh good! Do you want to go now then? Orrrrr!" Dream slightly bounces in place out of excitement. "Is there anything you need to grab or do before taking off?"

"we can go now . . ."

Dream opens a portal with a wave and holds out his hand to Blade. "Let us leave then."

Blade hesitantly grabs his hand.

Dream walks backwards and pulls him through the portal into the bright sun. They were at the edge of a meadow with a large two story cottage in the center surrounded by variously flowers in bloom and couple trees growing right up on it. The place looked welcoming and cozy.

Dream looked at Blade with a grin. "Welcome to your new home."

"wow . . ." Blade is amazed by this view, He's smiling slightly.

"You like it then?"

"yeah!"

"I know!" Dream chuckles. "Would you like the grand tour?"

Blade nodded slightly while looking around.

Dream, who hadn't let go of Blade' hand, made his way up a dirt path towards the quaint little house. The tall flowering grasses swayed gently in the breeze and brushed at the two skeletons as they walked by.

Blade is looking at Dream, a slight blush on his cheekbones.

Dream opened the front door and held it for Blade. "Beauty before age." He winked with a little bow.

Blade blushed a bit more and walked inside, he's looking around.

The cottage has a very open floorplan with the kitchen and livingspace in the same room and just a single hallway in the back leading to a staircase and a couple extra rooms. It's cluttered but well organized.

Dream has a collection of books and mementos overflowing from shelves and several potted plants on tables and hanging from the ceiling. the kitchen looks bright and airy and the livingroom looks cozy with two armchairs and a loveseat in front of a fireplace.

Blade likes the house, "it looks nice"

"Thank you!" Dream puffed out his chest a bit, proud. "I built it myself."

"really?"

"Yeah! Well, my brother kinda layed waste to this au... I still wanted to live here though, it was our home..." Dream trailed off, he looked out a window wistfully for a second before snapping out of it and grinning at Blade. "But that's ok, just meant everything got a fresh start!"

"yeah"

"There's a spare room upstairs though. It really doesn't have much but you're welcome to stay in it for as long as you want."

"Thank you . . . I Dunno really what to do for you in return for this . . ."

"You really don't need to do anything." Dream beams at blade and leans against the back of the loveseat. "I honestly get everything out of making others happy... helping you out legitimately fuels me."

Blade nods slowly, "s-so . . . Uh . . . W-what do you like to do in your f-free time . . .?"

"I do a lot of things. I practice archery, bake, garden... I can play the harmonica!Not that great at it though." Dream chuckles "I'm a bit tone deaf. Not like that'll stop me or anything. What about you?" Dream tilted his head questioningly.

"I like to cook, bake too, sometimes i knit and sew" Blade said a bit shyly.

"Quality skills to have." Dream compliments.

"th-thanks"

#blade #blade!sans #dream #dream!sans #asks and requests are needed and appreciated #undermine #dreamtale #undertale #undertale alternate universe #undertale au #undertale ask blog #ut #au #utau #utmv #skeleton ask blog #ask blog

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power-of-plot · 3 years

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Pool day! Hcs.

I just realized i haven't been in a pool for over a damn year and a half .-. ... does this count as a spoiler? Bakugou is "developed" (his character) here. Also, i've written for him before but this ma first time posting it, tell me watcha think.

Warnings: Some cursing.

B A K U G O U

It takes you some convicing from you first since this type of activites just don't fit him that well, water is all happines and relaxation, he is living dynamite, or he used to be.

When he's "forced" to do some childish shit in a pool and sees there's no way of declining he lets out a somewhat exasperated sigh before giving green lights "Fine but next time i choose what we're gonna do , deal?"

Despite this not being his favorite, he's "angrily" joyful inside since whatever you do you'll spend time together, that's more than worth enough to bear anything for.

He makes sure you got all you need like towels, goggles (wich he’d never use because ‘it looks fucking weird and his eyes are not going to fall off because of some water’) etc, don't mock him or call him a mom when he forces you to put on sunscreen before going into the pool or while he's applying it on your back.

When you give him a hand to put it on his back, he's surprinsigly calm, he even tells you his preferences in his own way. "Don't turn my back into a slice of bread with cream cheese. Done? Uh thanks.. i'm not blushing it's the fucking sun! THIS DAMN SUNSCREEN IS NOT WORKING."

He would ask if you know how to swim just in case before you go into the pool, how he acts around depends in your answer.

If you don't know how to (kinda my case) you're not going past the limit into the deep part unless he's strictly right next to you OR you have a donut floatie or a pool noodle, anything that doesn't depend on balance, he is not taking the risk of you falling off. "Do you rather being an embarrased 'little kid' or a drowned grown up?"

If you somehow slipped or went into the deep part.. the moment he hears water sloshing then sees you struggling to not sink, oh lord, he's gonna YEET himself right in propulsing with one almost-full power explosion, he doesn't give a fuck if it leaves a big black burn mark on the ground.

He's relaxed if you do know how to swim. He can drag you along if you push him into the pool or drop you in from his arms, you'd also play waterpolo or voleyball.

"DIE!" He had to pay in a public pool for a broken ball after one of his explosions turned it into pieces of rubber scattered all over the water. That’s just one of the times he literally exploded, the most remarkable would be when someone didn’t know where their eyes were looking and he casually scared them off.

He marks his territory. While chilling he'd either have an arm wrapped around you or have you resting on his lap with his hand holding yours, although not with the same potency due to the water the caramel-like scent of his sweat would still emanate from him.

If he's in a very good mood or you just have a way with words there's a chance you could end up "cuddling" in there. Him floating and you simply resting on his torso, clinging onto each other so you don't float apart.

M I D O R I Y A

Give this dude an award for being the broccoli none of us would want to avoid, he gladly accepts when you suggest having a pool day! He’s fine with whatever you come up with, it means you’ll do something together, double win :D

He asks beforehand if you do know how to swim to know whether he should bring a floatie or not besides pool noodles because he likes them, he also brings a small extra sunscreen just in case you forget yours, when it comes to him reminding you to put it on he asks like a mom making sure you have seatbealt on “Wait, sunscreen?”

When he feels your hand touching his back he inmediately breathes in through his nose and tenses up, but when he turn around he has that adorable smile of shyness and a rosy color on his cheeks “T-thank you! I’m so sorry, i’m sort of shy!”

Izuku is a toe dipper you can’t change my mind! He holds out his leg then quickly dips his toe in to check the water temperature before slowly going in, if you don’t push him first, if you did, his face of feeling betrayal while having a coughing fit would be priceless

He’s alert if you get near the deep side and he’s not that close, another guy who would yeet right in if you don’t know how to swim, OFA enhaces his physical strenght, add the adrenaline of the moment, he could pull you out the water with one single arm.

He’s not rough at all, he wouldn’t push or drop you into the pool (unless you were the kind who likes it or asked him to), more like jump in with you, you’d definitely jump in holding hands or with you in his arms. He’d also have you on his shoulders or his back.

He looks like seaweed when he’s underwater.

You’d have a watergun fight! Believe me when i say he’s the personification of Terminator with that thing on his hands, he’s going to exterminate you until he has to re-fill his gun.

He’s alert on public pools, he’s not jealous he trusts you but he doesn’t like the idea of someone making you uncomfortable or looking at you on inproper ways. He’s rather affectionate than territorial, he’d put his arms over your shoulders and rest his head on the crook of your neck, you’d get some small pecks here and there.

When it’s time, he gets out the pool first so you don’t go through cold, he receives you with your towel open in his arms to wrap around you to your neck with a soft smile.

T O D O R O K I

Another guy who’d be fine with whatever you like, you could invite him to sky dive and he’d be there falling limpily, holding your hand with a straight face despite he’s falling from dangerous heights.

You’re not going to a public pool on his guard, he’s going to use his father’s credit card to go into a private place, probably with a rooftop or an oversized pool where you can swim freely.

With his childhood privated from many pleasures it’s unlikely he has any floaties so he has to buy some, he buys a donut and a noodle, he likes to relax and float better than swimming around, as for you, he wants you to have freedom to swim around.

We saw him using no more than swim trunks while training at the pool in U.A but he seems like the kind who would wear something on top as well, like a short sleeved swimming t-shirt.

Even before learning to be okay with his left side he never minded the water temperature that much, he simply goes in with a small jump. Now the fun part is: you can ask him to warm the water up to your content, he’d hold you close while he’s irradiating heat, pretty relaxing if you ask me

(bruh that sounds good should i write a drabble about that? anon or not tell me lmao)

If you start drowning.. freaking Elsa from Frozen is coming to the rescue, he’s going to rush at you like that scene where she fleed from a castle by freezing her way through a river.

He’d create large water slides with his ice and again, have a straight face while he’s going down at great speeds, if you were not there that is, seeing just how happy he can make someone with his quirk and his mere prescence.. a genuine bright smile appears on his face.

If you pushed him into the pool he’d turn around and stare at you with an unreadable glance, as if saying “why?” with his eyes, he needs a hug! Would never drop or push you in, even when you ask him he’d use moderate strength, he rathers having you cling onto him resting over his back.

It’s just wholesome when he’s relaxing on his donut and your next to him holding his hand or when he sitting on a stair of the pool with you resting on his shoulder, there are no words but you both enjoy it.

He doesn’t bring you your towel, he brings you to the towel. He carries you in his arms keeping you warm with his left side as he walks towards your stuff, he can hug you too so the towel doesn’t let any cold in.

What’s this, two post in the same week?! let’s see how much i can post in this week, i might post for AOT next :).

#thanks for reading #my hero headcanons #mha headcanons #midoriya x reader #todoroki x reader #bakugou x reader #mha fluff #fluff headcanons #mha x reader #boku no hero #my hero imagines #bnha #my hero academia #wholesome headcanon #ok i'm done #hope you like it

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diaphragmjellyfish · 3 years

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Miguel Diaz fluff alphabet

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

Miguel loves your smile. He’s a funny guy and he thinks your smile lights up a room so he makes it his mission to make you laugh as much as possible. If you have some crooked teeth, he thinks it’s adorable. Also, looking at your smile makes him think about your lips which just makes him want to kiss you.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

Yes, after he gets a stable job. He would love kids but he doesn’t want to be like his dad and end up abandoning his family so he would make extra sure he could support the child and you and makes a conscious effort to be there for his family no matter what. Asking about their day, being involved in their sports/clubs/hobbies, making snacks when they have friends over. He just wants to be the Cool Dad ™ and would probably try to teach them karate before they could even sit up.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

He loves to have you sit between his legs and lean back against his chest so he can wrap his arms around you and make sure you’re always safe and warm. It’s the perfect position for movies, video games, deep conversations, baths. He will also often come up behind you at a party and hold you like this if someone is hitting on you or if you look uncomfortable or bored. He can whisper little jokes in your ear or kiss you on the cheek.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

He loves fun dates. You both have always found fancy dinner dates really awkward. He likes something where you guys can move around, do activities, and just let loose. The go-to’s are usually mini golf, the arcade, the zoo, or just a nice picnic in the park. He often gets you little gifts before dates, though, like flowers, a stuffed animal, or a cool rock he found. His Yaya taught him never to show up for a date empty handed. And he’s a total gentleman, never making you uncomfortable or rushing things. Miguel keeps his hands to himself unless instructed otherwise.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…)

You are my sunshine. As cheesy as it is, Miguel sees you as the shining light in his life. You make everything better, whether that’s an injury, a bad day at school, or losing a fight at training. He knows he can always go to you and be distracted by your beautiful smile.

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

Miguel first knew he was in love with you when you met his family for the first time. They invited you over for dinner one night and he told you his Yaya didn’t speak much english, so you asked him to teach you some spanish so you could talk with her. It wasn’t perfect, you made lots of grammar mistakes and really only said a couple sentences to her, but the effort you made combined with the smile on Yaya’s face made him fall absolutely head-over-heels.

If you already speak spanish, it would be seeing you talk with his Yaya and joke around with her over dinner.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

The most gentle boy on the face of the Earth. Like I said earlier, Miguel keeps his hands to himself unless you tell him otherwise. The first time you guys kiss, he barely moves a muscle. You had to grab his hands and put them on your waist. Even now, when he’s teaching you karate, he refuses to hit or grab you, so you honestly don’t really learn anything lol and if you’re sick or sleeping, he’s like a feather, so scared to disturb you. It’s like touching a kitten honestly

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

All. The. Time. He’s not too big on PDA, except for hand-holding. This is how he lets everyone know you’re taken without seeming possessive or gross. Miguel will grab your hand at the mall, at school, while y’all are cuddling, at the beach, literally whenever you’re in arm’s reach from him, he’s holding your hand.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

Miguel’s first impression of you is that you’re this bright ray of sunshine. He’s drawn to you like a magnet. Your eyes, your smile, your laugh! And when he finally works up the nerve to say hi (Strike first!) he thinks his heart might actually melt. When you actually laugh at the joke he makes and hold out your hand to introduce yourself, he turns bright red and can barely speak omfg this poor boy. But luckily you think it’s sweet and keep talking to him.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

He did at first, we’ve all seen how he acts with Sam and Robby, but you lay down the law. You have to tell him that it’s not cool, it makes people uncomfy, and then he finally starts to work on it. Now he’s better. He still feels jealous sometimes, but he trusts you and can control himself a bit more.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

So your first kiss. You were giving him The Look for like 10 minutes straight and he never made a move. He just stared at you. So you had to be the first one to actually lean in, but once you did, he met you halfway. His kisses match his personality. Sweet, gentle, and goofy, but with a more dominant, aggressive side if you know how to bring it out ;)

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

He did. After you had dinner with his family and he realized he loved you, he told you almost immediately. This boy just wears his heart on his sleeve. He was walking you home and when you got to your house and turned around to kiss him goodnight, he had a funny look on his face. When you asked him what was wrong he kind of went ILOVEYOU! Really fast and you had to make him say it again slower because you thought he had a stroke or smth lmaooo but once he took a deep breath and said it more clearly, you jumped on him and kissed his whole face and said it back a hundred times.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

When he first introduced you to Sensei Lawrence. He thought Sensei was gonna be super mean and make fun of you, but turns out you guys had a lot in common. You loved 80’s rock music, and responded to his sass with even more sass. Johnny almost couldn’t believe Miguel was able to get such a cool babe. You guys all had lunch after taking a tour of the dojo, and it was a super fun day! You all drove around in Johnny’s car with the windows down listening to Guns ‘n Roses.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Miguel spoils you in his own little way. His family isn’t as fortunate as others, but he still finds ways to make you feel special. Instead of a diamond necklace, he gives you a cool rock he found outside and cleaned up. Instead of taking you to expensive restaurants, he spends all day cooking with Yaya to make a nice picnic for you guys to have on the beach. And he saves up to buy you nice gifts for your birthday or anniversary.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Rose gold. You’re so beautiful to him and have this natural charm that everyone falls for. You’re so radiant and yet soft and unique. He just love love loves you.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Sweety, sweetheart, baby, gorgeous, and Princess during more intimate moments.

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

80’s rock music. He learns to love it through Sensei Lawrence. He even saves up to buy a record player so he can feel more connected to the past.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Build blanket forts, cuddle, bake cookies, he might even let you put makeup on him if you ask nice.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

Humor. He loves cracking jokes and lightening the mood. If you’re ever feeling down you know you can go to him and he will turn that frown upside down in mere minutes. Honestly even just being in his presence makes you happier. He cheers himself up by working out, taking some alone time to get his feelings out, and then going out with some friends or with you.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Umm, karate! Duh lol the boy is obsessed with it. Also superhero movies, video games, his day, he’s honestly kind of a rambler. He can talk about anything and everything if he’s nervous enough. Let’s not forget the gas station scene in season 1…

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

You, dark rooms, white noise, puppies, linen scented candles, his mom’s cooking.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

His new muscles. Ever since joining Cobra Kai, he’s gotten pretty ripped and now it’s a struggle to get him to keep his shirt on. He worked hard for that body, he wants people to see how good he looks!

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

After college, he takes you on a hike up to this ridge overlooking a lake. It’s fall, the leaves are changing colors, and there’s no one around. You guys have been holding hands the whole time, but his hand is super sweaty even though it’s like 50 degrees out. You guys finally get to the top of the ridge and he grabs both your hands and tells you all the things he loves about you. This boy basically recites your whole love story, and as soon as he sticks his hand in his pocket you know what’s going on. He barely even got the box out of his pocket before you were jumping on him screaming Yes! You guys fell to the ground and he stopped you so he could officially get the words out. You were both crying, it was very beautiful.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

More Than Words by Extreme. You guys dance to this at your wedding.

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Absolutely. Y’all marry pretty young, like right out of college. He knew you were gonna get married on the first date.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

Iguana. He thinks they’re like little dinosaurs! He would name it Wade because we know he loves Deadpool.

#cobra kai #miguel diaz #hawk #robby keene #sam larusso #fluff #miguel x reader #karate kid

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seachanqe · 4 years

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Jon pulls open the box, and nestled within some white tissue paper is a ring: a simple dark black band. For a split second he studies it, utterly bewildered, before it clicks. Martin's here, nervous, presenting him with a ring. Martin's proposing to him.

I FINALLY wrote the fic based on the ace ring proposal post I made forever ago.

And, it happened to fit in nicely with the prompt "Misunderstandings" for The Magnus Writers h/c week!

Read on AO3 through the link above, or under the cut.

"Martin," says Jon fondly, when Martin comes back into their bedroom for the fourth time in a row without a word or an apparent reason, "Just tell me whatever it is already. Please?"

"Mm, what?" Martin asks, even though he was looking directly at Jon when Jon spoke to him. Martin's brow is furrowed in thought, his body tense with anxiety.

"Really, Martin, spit it out." Jon shakes his head but can't hide the warm smile on his face even if he tried. Things between them for the past week since they had arrived at the safe house had been good, wonderful even, as they tested out and fell into the habits of a new relationship.

Martin had gotten back from a trip to town not too long ago, and had seemed on edge about something since. But Jon isn't worried; he Knows there were currently no threats around, so whatever is bothering Martin is something they could solve together. He has no shortage of faith in that.

Now that he has Martin in the room for more than 3 seconds, he can see Martin is holding a small, black hinged box, like a jewelry box.

"What's that?" Jon asks lightly, nodding towards the box, compulsion held back like a breath.

"Oh!" Martin bites his lip, and glances down at his hands as if he's surprised there's something there. "This? Hah. Well, um. I, er? Got you something."

"Like… a gift?" Jon asks, bewildered. The word feels foreign on his tongue. He… can't remember the last time someone gave him any sort of present. Well. Maybe Prentiss' ashes. Jon cocks his head at it. What could it be this time? Some sand? Dust?

"Yeah, a-- a gift." Martin has a queer sort of look on his face, like he can't quite believe it either.

After several moments of quiet, Jon cannot stand the wait any longer. "You... said it was for me, right?"

"Yeah! Sorry, hah, here you go." Martin hands the black box over to Jon. Jon traces his thumb over the box as he takes it, enjoying its texture of smooth velvet.

"What's the occasion?" Jon asks, still studying the small box, before glancing up at Martin. Martin's brow is pinched and he worries his lower lip between his teeth.

"No occasion," he replies with a shrug. "Just saw something at a shop earlier today when I made the trip into town for groceries, and, uh. I thought of you?" Martin takes a deep breath, as if readying himself. "Listen, you don't have to keep it or wear it or whatever, especially if it makes you uncomfortable, and I--I hope this isn't inappropriate or--"

" Martin ." Jon steps forward, putting a hand on Martin's arm, steadily catching his gaze. "You're an incredibly thoughtful person. I'm sure I will love it."

Martin nods once, swallowing, and slips his arms around Jon's waist. "R-right. Thanks?" his voice wavering. "You haven't even opened it though," he says with a hint of reproach.

Jon sighs before leaning in to press a kiss to Martin's cheek, then immediately pulling back to admire the lovely flush of color that's spread across Martin's face. With some regret, he steps back to be able to open Martin's present; he'd rather spend more time in Martin's arms.

Jon could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he gazed down at the ring. He'd… actually never really thought about marriage before -- at least not in these terms. Marriage had always seemed for people in love, people who had things figured out -- normal couples that didn't include him. But, now, when he examined his future, all he saw was Martin.

He wanted Martin to be with him always, forever, and isn't that really what marriage was? Or should be? He wanted to wake up every morning and see Martin lying there beside him, be greeted by Martin's warm, soft, sleepy smile, have Martin in his arms. He wanted to be able to care for him, be cared for by him. He wanted to make sure Martin was happy like how happy Martin had made him. This past week had been like a dream, and now that he had a taste of what his life looked like with Martin in it, he couldn't go back. Sure, it may be a little hasty for this, but when had either of them done anything conventionally? Jon had already made Martin wait long enough. Jon could see the beauty in a spontaneous proposal, the romance, but what really spoke to him was making sure, no matter how much or how little time left they had together, with whatever Jonah was planning, Martin knew how much he cared for him, how much Martin meant to him, and how seriously he took their relationship.

"Uh, Jon?" Martin asks, nervously.

"Oh!" Jon gives himself a little shake out of his thoughts, excitement finally settling in. He had been keeping Martin waiting.

"Yes," Jon responds solemnly, but is unable to keep back a small smile as he gazes back at Martin. Though slightly uncertain about convention, he decides to just go ahead and put the ring on. He slips it on his left hand on his ring finger; it's slightly loose but, all things considered, fit rather well.

Jon holds up his hand to admire the black ring on it. "I'd be honored to marry you."

Martin makes a choked sound and turns bright red; Jon steps forward immediately, concerned.

"Martin, what is it?"

Martin is still sputtering, his mouth opens and closes but no words come out. Jon isn't sure if he's ever seen Martin this flustered and… well, that's saying something. Especially after the other day when they were both rather wine drunk and Jon shared with Martin a number of affectionate ramblings, such as that Jon hadn't seen a more beautiful man in his life than Martin, and that Martin smelled good, like home.

Jon bites his lip, anxious dread settling low in his gut that he had done something wrong, messed this up somehow, to upset Martin like this. "Did I-- are you, are you happy? Martin," Jon pleaded, "what is it, please?"

Martin inhales sharply at Jon's beseeching tone, shaking his head rapidly. "Sorry, sorry! I'm just. Surprised?" his voice pitched higher than normal.

Jon frowns at this, trying to push aside the hurt uncurling in his chest. Surprised? Did he… expect Jon to say no? Did he think Jon wasn't the type? Or did he think Jon wouldn't want to ever marry him? But then why ask in the first place?

"I don't understand," Jon says slowly, cautiously, afraid his voice would waver. He pulls his arms to his chest and wraps them around his middle, his hands clinging to his sides tightly.

" Jon," Martin says, pained, hushed, apologetic. He sighs heavily. "The ring… it was meant as an--an ace ring. I thought I'd show support, you know? For you. I saw that ring at the shop, and it looked about your size, and I thought of you. I had done some reading after our talk last week, and this seemed… like fate or--or whatever. It felt right . To give it to you. I--" Martin swallows, before taking a shuddering breath, "I'm sorry that it was misleading, I love you, Jon. And…" Martin stops, brow furrowed, pensive.

As he listens to Martin speak, Jon swallows past the pin-pricked tightness in his throat, fighting the urge to flee. An ace ring was nice, lovely even. He had never owned one, had never gotten around to it. He already felt safe and assured in Martin's quiet but eager acceptance of him when he explained his asexuality to Martin last week, but this…this was everything. A wonderful, thoughtful gift. Despite this though, his face still burns with embarrassment that his initial thought when being presented with a ring from Martin was marriage, how utterly stupid could he be?

"O--oh. Right. I'm sorr--," Jon begins, after several seconds goes by without Martin saying anything else, and Jon does his best to sound unaffected, calm, nonplussed.

"No!" Martin interjects, holding out his hands, as if reaching for Jon, but stops short. " Please don't apologize, Jon, never. I think… now that you mention it--I, I would be honored," Martin's voice wavers, thick with emotion, "to marry you too."

"I--" Jon starts before Martin's words catch up to him. He blinks, trying and failing to process it all.

Martin finally, finally, bridges the gap between them, taking Jon's hands in his. Jon feels Martin's thumb pass over Jon's new ring, bumping up against it. Martin's hands are warm, his smile tentative and kind. Martin's always been kind though, even when Jon didn't deserve it.

"I love you, Jon. And if you think you'd be happy married to me--"

That jolts Jon into action. "Now hold on," he says indignantly. "'I think' nothing. I know I would be happy married to you. No, not happy. Joyously ecstatic and immensely lucky to be your husband."

To his pleasure, Martin is finally blushing again.

"Jon," Martin says, fondly exasperated.

"Martin. I mean it."

Martin let out an exaggerated sigh. "Fine," he says, smiling, squeezing Jon's hand. "If we were to do it, how would we go about it? I mean." Martin bites his lip. "Everything I know about weddings comes from movies, or…"

"Books?" Jon finishes with a wry smile. "It's the same for me. Hm. We can contact the registrar tomorrow… where is the nearest registrar?" he asked no one in particular before the information came to him with a hint of static. "Ah, perfect. There's one a town over, I bet we can call for a cab, or--"

"T-tomorrow?" Martin sputters, eyes wide.

Jon laughs, breathlessly giddy. "Well, we did already sort of elope, didn't we?"

Martin huffs a laugh back. "I guess… So are we really doing this? Are you being serious?" Martin said with a smile, tone carefully lighthearted, but Jon could hear and understood the fragile cautiousness underneath. They had both spent too long being hurt by the world.

Jon let go of Martin's hands, instead cupping Martin's face with one hand, the other wrapping around Martin's waist, drawing him close. Martin blinks rapidly as he scans Jon's face for a hint of a rejection, or a sign that Jon's joking, or something that would tell Martin that he wasn't wanted. Jon made sure he found none of that, as he calmly, resolutely stared back, thinking how lucky he really was to have Martin's love after everything they both had gone through.

"Martin, I--I can't see my future without you in it. I can't think of anything I'm more serious about."

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Let's get married," Martin says, though he looks like he could still barely believe it.

Jon can barely believe it either after the emotional roller coaster of the past quarter hour. His heart and mind races, and he can't recall the last time he felt such combination of quiet contentment and near euphoria. As he starts mentally running through everything they'll have to do--like a cake! They can't have their wedding without a cake--Jon realizes a small issue.

"Just one problem." Jon pulls back slightly to look down at his left hand, where the black ring rests on his ring finger.

"Hm?" Martin quirks his head, bemused.

"Should I keep wearing this on my ring finger or move it to where ace rings are supposed to go?"

"Oh," Martin says with a laugh, looking a bit relieved. "Think of it as an engagement ring, but put it on your middle right. We don't do things traditionally anyway, do we?"

"No," Jon murmurs, finally leaning all the way forward so his head rests on Martin's shoulder. Martin's arms envelop him and hold him close, like he's something precious, and Jon takes a deep breath, relishing being surrounded by Martin (his softness, his scent, his heartbeat, the rise and fall of his chest, his warmth, his love) and the feeling of safety that brings. Jon thinks back to how many times over the years they had carefully danced around each other, going on lunch not-dates, quiet evenings of tea, emotionally laden looks and words, but, finally, here they were after years of folly, pain, and misfortune, together, navigating their relationship, no matter how unconventional it had progressed and came to be. "No, we don't."

#tmahcweek #the magnus archives #jonmartin #my writing #FINALLY ace ring proposal fic

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stayextrafrosty · 3 years

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I’m Dying for a Taste of You

Summary: Alex Manes is a vampire hunter tasked with hunting down rogues who kill humans. His next target is Michael Guerin. Known to sometimes over-indulge at the blood balls and was placed at the most recent scene by witnesses. But this might be more than Alex bargained for. Top Michael. Bottom Alex. Alex POV. PLEASE READ WARNINGS

A/N: I just wanted an excuse to have the two of them flirt while a weapon is pressed between them. Because reasons. I’ve left this open for continuation but I want to finish my other AU before starting a whole new one. There are the beginnings of a plot but this truly is just porn. Cute ending though.

Warnings: Please be aware that the kinks featured in here get intense. Light masochism, biting, blood drinking, overstimulation, marking/claiming, Dom/sub, Predator/prey, possessive behavior. There are some soft moments but it is very much a rough and dirty sex fest. Read at your own discretion.

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Alex was no stranger to the smell of blood but this place made even him want to gag. Scantily clad men and women wandered around shamelessly, blood dripping from various wounds on their body. More power to them he supposed but how anyone could enjoy being sucked within an inch of their life by a vampire was beyond him.

Blood balls were the equivalent of drug dens. Except these were technically legal. Alex looked back at the police officers positioned at the doors and around the room. No one was supposed to die here but someone clearly missed that memo.

He knew he was overdressed. As a donor at least. He wanted to cover as much of his skin as possible without drawing suspicion. He didn’t need his target sniffing him out before he had time to take the shot. Not to mention he needed to keep his gun concealed. There was also a retractable knife slid into the side of his boot.

He looked down into his glass, the whiskey inside colored red from the lights surrounding him. He hadn’t seen his target yet. Then again, maybe he was already here, back in one of the private rooms drinking and being sucked off by his next victim.

“Hey there. You must be new,” a sweet, feminine voice said. He looked up as the young woman sat across from him. Her corset pushed her boobs up in a way he was sure drove any straight or bi man crazy. Long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Tall, slender. She was beautiful. Or at least she was until he noticed the blood dribbling from the side of her lips.

“Sorry. I’m just observing today,” he said shyly, hoping it would get her to go away.

“Oh honey. Careful with that one. Remember where you are.” How could he forget. Her nails tapped on the table a couple times before she grinned at him, flashing her fangs. She made her way around the table to stand in front of him.

“Just a tip, the best way to know if you’re into this or not, is to jump right in. I’d be happy to go easy on you. Or, if I’m not your type… I know some sweet guys who would treat you right.”

His shoulders tensed. Not that this was a place where he should be nervous about being gay. Most vampires didn’t seem to care one way or another. The woman leaned in close, the smell of her perfume covering the blood pretty well.

“I also recommend leaving that gun tucked away,” she teased. His eyes darted around the room, checking to see if anyone heard her. But if she noticed, chances are the others did too. Was his cover blown before he even started the mission?

“Maybe you can help me then.” She raised an eyebrow. “I’m looking for a rogue vampire. He’s been killing women he takes home from this place.” She hummed and looked around.

“Does this vampire have a name or are you throwing around baseless claims, hunter.” Her voice was still sweet but there was an edge now. The nails on her fingers could almost certainly rip his throat out before he had time to react.

“The suspect is named Michael Guerin. Do you know him?” She barked out a laugh.

“You must be delusional. Michael wouldn’t hurt anyone. In fact, no one at this club does that kind of thing. If they do, we dispose of them ourselves.” He was taken aback. The woman played with the edge of her corset.

“I recommend you get out of here. You won’t find what you’re looking for,” she said, crossing her arms. He clenched his fists and stood slowly.

“I’m sorry for disturbing you.”

He turned and ran into a hard chest that didn’t budge. He gazed into golden brown eyes. A sharp jaw and a scruff that clearly hadn’t been shaved in days. A crown of curls sat atop his head and a lazy grin sat on his lips.

His shirt had the sleeves rolled up and buttons left undone. There was an unmistakable red stain covering the shirt. His slacks hung low, button and zipper left open. Alex wanted to drool at the sight. He mentally scolded himself. There was nothing attractive about a vampire.

“Someone looking for me?” His voice warmed Alex in places he knew it shouldn’t have. This was his target. “Should we go to my private room? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable on your first time,” he said, shamelessly looking Alex up and down. His cheeks warmed and he couldn’t think of anything to say.

“Careful there brother. He’s a hunter,” the woman said.

“Thanks Izzy. I got this. I think that beautiful girl I saw you flirting with earlier is waiting.” Alex assumed she left. He couldn’t take his eyes of Michael. He must be using a charm of some sort. It was the only explanation. He was a professional damnit.

Alex shook his head and broke eye contact with him. Not all vampires could control minds that way but it was better safe than sorry.

“Please. Follow me,” Michael said, turning away from him. Alex’s head jerked up to watch him go. He shouldn’t follow. It was safer surrounded by people. But he was inviting him to be in close quarters, making it easier to kill him.

The two of them walked away from the slow throbbing music. They passed a couple. A man leaned over another, licking up the blood that had run down the other’s chest. The man being fed on was clearly into it. Their moans were vulgar and Alex turned away from them. How could anyone just do that in front of others?

Michael led him to a door, even going as far as to open it for him. He wanted to reach for his gun but pulling to early would compromise the mission. He had to wait until his guard was down. Vampires enter an intoxicated like state after feeding. That was his opening. If he had to spill a bit of blood to complete the mission then he would.

The door led to a long hall with several doors lining the walls all the way down. Michael walked down about halfway before stopping in front of another door. It had his name scrawled on a golden plaque.

“I’m afraid you’re going to have to give me your gun mister hunter. I’m sure you can understand why. I’d hate to have to kill you before we get a chance to talk so best to just comply.” Alex met his stare for a brief moment before reaching inside his leather jacket to the holster for his gun.

He handed it over cautiously, praying that he didn’t just shoot him. Then again, Michael liked to drain his victims. There was never a single drop of spilled blood on the scene. Michael smiled and stepped inside the room. Alex followed him in and looked around.

The lighting in here was more normal though it still had a red tint. A loveseat sat to the side and a bed in the middle of the room, headboard pressed against a wall. Alex didn’t know what to do. The bed was too intimate. The loveseat reminded him too much of a casting couch from porn.

Michael fiddled with glasses at a small bar filled with various hard liquor and wine. He set the gun down next to an open bottle of bourbon. He must have been pretty confident to think that Alex couldn’t get it back from there.

“Well don’t just stand there. The bed and couch are cleaned between visitors.” Michael handed him a glass. He wasn’t going to drink it.

“I just have some questions for you. It wont take long,” he said.

“The first thing you say to me is a promise that I won’t get to enjoy this for long? Tell me, do you like to torture men?” Alex rolled his eyes but as hard as he tried, his flirting was getting to him.

“I just want to know if you’ve seen this girl,” he pulled the folded photo from his pocket and handed it to Michael. He looked at it for a moment and then shook his head.

“Can’t say that I have. Then again I don’t keep track of every person that comes here. And some guests opt to wear masks if you hadn’t noticed.” He had noticed. Which made this even harder. But this man had to be the killer. He was placed at multiple scenes by witnesses.

“How often do you leave with your food for the night,” he said, letting his disgust sneak through.

“Oh, I see. I’m a suspect.” Michael let out a heavy sigh, not seeming bothered by his comment in the slightest. He seemed more disappointed than defensive.

“Just answer the question,” Alex ordered. Michael’s nose twitched. He was moving into dangerous territory. This man could easily kill him if he wasn’t prepared. He shouldn’t be trying to piss him off but he couldn’t stop himself.

“For your information. We have rules.” He stepped closer. “We don’t leave with the donors. They all leave first.” Another step. “And we stay behind.” He was just a few inches away. “It’s also frowned upon to seek out donors outside of blood balls.” Alex’s breath hitched in his throat as he leaned in. Michael cursed under his breath and let out a heavy sigh. The tips of his fangs reflected the light.

“I don’t think you know how good you smell,” he muttered. Alex felt his cheeks flush. He tried backing up but his legs hit the loveseat, making him stumble back on it instead. Michael hovered over him, placing his hands on either side of his head. Alex couldn’t sink any farther into the couch.

Michael placed a knee between his legs on the couch, leaning into him. His eyes showed hunger and lust. Alex tried to squash down his own excitement. It was fucked up. He shouldn’t be feeling this way. He should be repulsed. But his body just wouldn’t listen.

Not wanting to ruin his jacket (at least that’s what he told himself) he shrugged it off and tossed it to the side. His heart raced when Michael groaned and ran his tongue over his teeth.

“I knew you liked teasing. I promise to be gentle.” Alex gripped the couch as his head moved to the crook of his neck. He tried to stay still but he wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around him and pull him closer. Michael’s breath tickled his neck. “You can ask me to stop,” he said, voice shaking with need.

He wanted to. He didn’t want to.

This man was a murderer and he needed to end this before he was the next victim. Alex stamped down his desire and shoved Michael back. He wished he could have appreciated the surprise on his face longer.

He grabbed the knife in his boot, flicking the blade open. He tackled the vampire to the ground, straddling his hips, knife pressed to his neck. Michael just laughed and watched him.

“Now that you have me like this what exactly do you intend to do?”

“You will die here. You didn’t show mercy to those girls and I refuse to show mercy to you!” He pressed the blade into his skin, drawing a line of blood. This was it. All he had to do was pull and he would die. At least long enough to put a bullet in his head.

So why did he fucking hesitate?

“One second too long hunter.”

He was flung back. Or rather carried by Michael. His back hit the wall, knocking the air from his lungs. His hand wrapped firmly around his neck. Michael snarled at him, fangs on full display for Alex to see. He twisted the knife from his grip.

“Kill me if you want! There’ll just be more,” Alex threatened. Michael traced the point of the knife down Alex’s face, never pressing hard enough to draw blood. He shook his head.

“I don’t want to kill you. It would be a waste of a beautiful face.” he responded. His eyes flicked down. “Your body is far better suited for pleasure.” He knew he was blushing. What was this game they were playing? He dragged the knife over his neck and down his chest. His muscles tensed and he hated the way his cock responded. This had to be a spell.

“You don’t know shit about me! It’s not real pleasure if you have to put someone under a spell.” Michael’s eye twitched with annoyance. He pulled the knife away and released his grip on his throat.

What the hell?

“I don’t use that shit. It’s better if they actually want it.” He paused and shook his head. “I didn’t hurt those girls either. But you’re going to believe what you want.”

Michael turned away from him and moved back to where he had set the gun down. He picked it up after retracting the blade of the knife. He walked back to stand in front of Alex, holding out both weapons in front of him.

“Just leave hunter.” He took the gun and knife from him, wide eyed. They never taught them what to do when the vampire gives the weapons back. Especially not with a face that looked so crushed. Michael was back to pouring himself another drink

“Alex,” he found himself saying. Michael’s head turned slightly.

“What?”

“My name is Alex. So you can stop calling me ‘Hunter.’”

“Why tell me? We’re never going to see each other again,” he said with a humorless laugh.

“Well that would be a shame,” Alex joked back without thinking.

He wanted to eat his words. For a second he forgot he was dealing with a vampire. He didn’t want to flirt with him. But the way the muscles in his back flexed at his words made it hard to regret. He watched his hands grip the bar, knuckles turning white.

“Leave Alex. Or I might do something you don’t want.”

Alex should leave. He knows it. But that look was so lost. So broken. And so familiar. He’d seen that look on himself in the mirror. He dropped his weapons on the couch, watching Michael’s shoulders jump at the sudden noise.

He took slow cautious steps toward the vampire, watching his breathing grow more erratic with every step.

“Please, don’t come any closer,” he begged. Alex stopped. He was close enough to touch him but didn’t want to upset him further. “I told you that you smelled good. That was an extreme understatement.” Alex stood there quietly for a moment, heart racing.

“What do I smell like,” he asked quietly. Michael let out a strained whine.

“Like fucking heaven. Vanilla, leather, alcohol and about a million other things. I can hear your heart racing you know. I’m scared that if I were to taste you, it would never be enough.” Alex swallowed.

“Why?” Michael spun around and stepped into his personal space, their noses nearly touching. His fangs were fully extended

“Because I can tell. You’re blood would be like top shelf drugs. There’s other vamps out there that can smell you and are pissed they can’t have you. Don’t let any vampire have you, understand? Claiming would be inevitable.”

He had only heard the most basic information about a vampires claim. They usually did it with another vampire but sometimes they would claim a human. It was the equivalent of marriage. He didn’t know much about the actual process.

“I understand.”

Michael stepped back again, running his hands over his face, probably trying to make his fangs go away. Alex knew that wasn’t easy. Once they had been pushed that far, it was either feed or starve until you can distract yourself from it. Like an even worse form of blue balls.

The thing was. If Alex left right now, Michael would go back out there and find some other donor to satisfy him. The thought made him clench his fists. Why was he jealous? It wasn’t like Michael was his. He didn’t want anyone to drink his blood. Even if it was someone as beautiful as Michael.

Alex turned away from him to grab his jacket and weapons. They would never see each other again after tonight. He would keep looking into the deaths of the girls. But he knew for certain it wasn’t Michael. He picked up his jacket and held it on his arm. He looked down at the knife. Then the gun. Then the knife again. He dropped his jacket.

He picked up the blade and flicked it open.

Am I really going to do this?

Yes. He was. He pressed the blade to the pad of his hand. He sliced.

The knife was flung out of his hand and he was pressed against the wall once again. Michael’s eyes were filled with fury and hunger. Heat shot straight down to his groin.

“What the fuck are you doing? I just said—”

“Drink.” Blood dripped down his arm. Michael’s eyes were wide and desperate.

“Alex,” he groaned.

He pushed his hand closer to his face. Michael just turned away. Fighting every natural instinct he should have. Alex pulled his hand back, pressing his own mouth to his wound. His blood was warm and tasted coppery. Though he knew it would be different for Michael.

Michael gasped like he was in pain. Maybe he was. Either way he didn’t hold Alex down hard enough to restrict his movements. He lifted his non-bleeding hand to turn Michael toward him again. Their eyes met briefly. Alex leaned in slowly, wanting to give him the option to back out.

The blood on his lips should have repulsed him. Yet he was finding that none of this was repulsing if it was Michael. Their mouths pressed together. Michael tried to keep his tongue from licking at the blood on his mouth but it was no use.

A shudder ran through Michael. Then he was yanking Alex flush against him, tongue driving past his lips to taste his own. Alex whimpered as his fangs grazed over his bottom lip. Suddenly he was laying on the bed, Michael positioned between his legs and hovering over him.

“I’m sorry,” he said desperately. He leaned to lick up the blood that had dripped and Alex’s hips rolled of their own accord. Michael groaned, pressing his hips against Alex in return.

Michael sealed his mouth over the cut, tongue running over the shallow wound and sucking gently. His teeth scraped but never pierced skin. Alex pushed his shirt off one shoulder and Michael yanked his arm out and the other followed. He tossed it somewhere in the room and moaned when Alex ran his hand over his torso.

He watched Michael in awe. It looked like he was kissing his hand. It was beautiful.

After a minute or so, Michael pulled away, a drop of blood still on his lips. Alex leaned up to kiss him again, wrapping an arm around his neck. His hands found the hem of his t-shirt and pulled up. They broke apart to toss it away as well.

Their skin moved against one another so easily, like they were made for this. For each other.

Michael broke the kiss again, resting his forehead against Alex’s. His teeth still hadn’t retracted. Alex, stroked his face softly. Then he turned his head to the side, exposing his neck.

“Fuck Alex. I said don’t let anyone have you. That includes me,” he said, tracing his fingers over his pulse point. His mouth may as well have been watering.

“But you need it don’t you?” Alex glanced back at him, angling his head further, encouraging him. Michael pressed his mouth against his neck, licking slowly. He kissed and sucked but never bit him. Alex rolled his hips again.

“I can find another donor. I won’t hurt you,” Michael pleaded. His voice was strained. It was taking everything he had to resist. A stab of pain in his heart. He shoved Michael back and grabbed his face, forcing him to meet his eyes.

“I don’t want you to find another donor.” His eyes flashed red, bloodlust taking over him. Alex leaned in close, pressing a hard, fast kiss to his mouth. He wasn’t afraid. This beast could kill him but he wasn’t afraid. He dragged his lips down Michael’s jaw and neck until he got to his pulse point. Then he bit.

Alex was yanked fully onto the bed, arms pinned above him. He couldn’t move even if he wanted to. Pure power rolled off Michael in waves. Alex knew the dangers of triggering bloodlust but he did it anyway. He wanted it more than anything. Wanted Michael to just take what he needed. But he knew, somewhere in the back of his mind, Michael wouldn’t hurt him either.

“You want this, Hunter? Fine. But we do it my way.” He laughed, burying his face against his neck, teeth scratching gently. Alex’s jeans were too tight and he wanted nothing more than to have them ripped off of him. Literally. “Never thought I’d see the day a hunter would beg for it like this,” he teased.

“Shut up and kiss me before I change my mind,” he ordered. Michael just shook his head, leaning close.

“Bossy, bossy.” He kissed him again. All the vampires he had interacted with until now had been almost cool to the touch. But Michael… he was as warm as Alex. Maybe it was the bloodlust or the desire but fuck if he didn’t love it.

He dug his nails into his back, pulling him in. Other guys he had been with hadn’t been into that but vampires were different. They lived for the pain. Or rather, as he was learning, the line between pain and pleasure.

Michael moaned and nipped at his bottom lip. This time though, he let his fang catch, letting a drop of blood form before licking it away. His body shuddered at the taste. Alex didn’t know how he could be turned on but if he went to hell for the things he was feeling right now, then it would all be worth it.

Michael released his arms, dragging his hands down his body to the waistband of his jeans. His nimble fingers undid the button and zipper, yanking them down quickly. He broke the kiss again, making Alex whimper from the loss of contact.

“Patient hunter. I know you can be.” The nickname was no longer filled with suspicion and annoyance. Rather it sent another shot of need to his hard dick.

Michael went to pull his jeans completely off but stopped short of his knee. Alex froze. In all the tension and fighting, he had completely forgotten about his missing leg. He had never been so gone to forget that. What was this man doing to him? He looked down at Michael, worried this would make him stop all together.

“On or off?” It was such a simple question. But the fact that he had asked, while still very much in bloodlust had Alex relaxing back against the bed again.

“I can move better with it on. But if you want it off so you can have your wicked way with me…” Michael laughed and pressed his head against Alex’s thigh, nuzzling him.

“If you’ll let me, I’ll take care of you,” he assured. Alex nodded and sat up, beginning the process of removing the prosthetic. Michael moved to a different part of his body. He crawled around behind Alex and was kissing his shoulders, hands roaming all over his biceps and torso.

Alex tried to not get distracted but damn that mouth. His tongue darted out every now and then, wetting his skin. When he finally got it off along with the sock, Michael took it from him gently, setting it on the floor.

He resumed his attention on his shoulders and neck. Alex relaxed against him, whimpering sounds slipping from his mouth. Michael had found his pulse point again and was paying special focus on that one spot. His hands wandered down to his underwear and the very noticeable bulge. Alex groaned when he cupped him through the fabric. Michael didn’t tease long before he had pulled him out of the constricting material, rubbing him slowly.

“Fuck,” Alex sighed out. He felt Michael’s grin on his neck. Alex reached behind him, tangling his fingers in the beautiful curls, pressing his mouth over his artery. This pulled a moan from Michael.

“I’m dying for a taste of you. Please, can I have you,” he begged. Alex felt his teeth again and his cock jumped in anticipation.

“Yes,” he breathed out.

Michael didn’t go straight in like he thought he would. He pulled away from his neck, a tight control on his movements. He readjusted so that he sat behind Alex, legs on either side, body pressed flush against Alex’s. His slacks did nothing to hide his obvious arousal and it pressed against Alex’s lower back.

“Lean back against me and relax as much as you can,” he ordered gently. His hand continued stroking him, though it was more a second thought. Alex did as he was told, running his hands over what he could reach of Michael’s arms.

Michael’s free hand held his jaw gently, tilting his head to the side. He locked his lips over the spot again but still didn’t bite. He sucked and massaged with his tongue, serving only to work Alex up, making him thrust into the hand still wrapped around his cock. When he was satisfied, he pulled away, speaking low next to Alex’s ear.

“This might hurt at first. But it’ll get better. Trust me.” And he did. Alex didn’t know why, but he did.

Michael licked his neck again. Desire coiled in his stomach. A light pinch, then a throbbing pain. He gasped as Michael’s teeth sunk into him. His first instinct was to yank himself away but the warmth spreading throughout his body called for a different reaction.

His hand found its way into Michael’s curls again, holding him in place. His eyes fluttered shut, getting lost in the feeling of having Michael attached to his neck. He felt more than heard him groan. His hips jerked up into his hand again.

The dizziness set in quick, as though he had been drugged. Every part of his body felt like a nerve ending and all he wanted was Michael’s hands everywhere. The hand wrapped around his cock stroked with more purpose. Alex moaned loudly, not caring if anyone heard. Maybe even wanting people to hear.

He could feel Michael’s tongue licking at his neck where the blood dripped. His hips stuttered, struggling to keep up with the pace Michael set. Alex cursed and tugged on his hair. Desire twisted in his stomach and every muscle in his body flexed.

His orgasm hit harder than he expected. His back arched away from Michael though he was held in place. White stripes spurt over his torso and Michael’s hand. His body shuddered as he kept working him, overstimulating to the point of pain.

“Fuck! Michael…” he gasped out. He felt Michael detach from his throat. He pressed his tongue to the wounds, slowing the bleeding. He released his cock, running his hands up over his torso and through the cum. Alex whimpered at the touches. Every nerve in his body screamed for more while simultaneously making him want to run away for a bit of relief.

The waves kept rolling through his body, as though he hadn’t come down from his orgasm. He dug his fingers into Michael’s head and twisted his other hand into the sheets. The small moans only seemed to urge Michael on. He ran his hands over every part of Alex he could reach. He pressed gentle kisses to his neck.

“Shh… it’ll pass. Just relax,” he whispered to him.

“What… did you… do…” Alex panted out as his cock attempted to reharden.

“It’s my venom. I use it to take away the pain.”

Vampire venom. Sold on the black market as a party drug. When used in excess, it can put someone out for almost a day. In small doses, an aphrodisiac. When injected straight into the bloodstream…

“Fuck I feel everything… it’s too much, damnit!”

“It’ll wear off in a couple minutes. I’ll let you go until then.” Michael released him. He moved fluidly, not even brushing against Alex as he got off the bed. Alex scratched at his skin. He reached in the direction of the vampire. His fingers brushed against strong abs.

He refocused his eyes and took in the beautiful sight of him. His slacks still hung low and open. Enough that Alex could tell he didn’t have any underwear on. His muscles tensed under his fingers. He dragged his gaze up his body and finally landed on his face. Blood dripped from his lips and his pupils were dilated. His teeth had retracted so they only looked slightly longer than normal.

Alex grabbed his wrist, pulling him back onto the bed and on top of him. Michael let his surprise show when Alex grabbed him and kissed him. He hesitated at first but soon he was kissing Alex with all of his pent up need.

Alex grabbed his slacks, yanking them down to free his cock. He needed Michael inside him. Prep be damned.

“Fuck me. I need you to fuck me,” he pleaded, trying to pull him closer. He kicked off his own underwear in the process. Michael groaned and kissed him again. Alex felt the prick of his teeth.

“Damnit,” he cursed, pulling away from the kiss and hiding his face. Alex had caught the briefest glimpse of his teeth. Alex reached up to pull the hand away from his mouth. The teeth were already back. “I knew you would be a fucking addiction. I’ve had you and now... It doesn’t help when you say things that make me want to claim you,” he growled as he nuzzled against his shoulder. Alex’s heart flipped. He knew it shouldn’t have but this man turned out to be an addiction for him too.

“I need you Michael,” he mumbled again, taking his hand and dragging it down his body. His cock was half hard again. He was ready. Michael felt this and gave a low laugh.

“Who am I to deny you, hunter?” Michael was gone for less than a second before he was settling between Alex’s thighs, a bottle of lube in his hand.

Michael kissed his thighs as he coated two fingers with lube. Alex tried to keep as still as possible but the venom still working its way through his system had him thrusting toward wherever Michael touched him.

Michael rubbed around his puckered hole, the cool temperature of the lube a startling contrast to his own body. He pushed himself up on his elbows so he could watch Michael. The sweat that had formed on his neck rolled down his chest.

“Fuck, you smell even sweeter down here. But I feel like you’ll be pissed if I mark you up too much,” he said, nuzzling the soft inside of his thigh. He pressed a finger inside him, moving slowly. Teasing.

Alex let out a strained moan, the sound catching in his throat. He had to know what he was doing. How drawing this out drove him so crazy. He’d always been a patient person but with Michael, it wasn’t fast enough. He grabbed Michael’s hair, forcing him to look up at him.

“Mark me up as much as you want. But move your damn fingers faster or I might kill you,” he threatened. A sinful smirk grew on his face.

“You really know how to get a guy going,” he teased back. Alex would have responded but the finger that had been teasing him curved up, pressing against his prostate. His head rolled back as he released Michael’s hair and a second finger pushed in with the first.

The damned things fucked him open as he felt Michael’s tongue on his thigh. A quick nip then the sharp pinch of his teeth. The pain was hardly there compared to the first bite. The warmth that had been subsiding roared back to an inferno. His brain didn’t know what to focus on.

Michael decided for him as he scissored his fingers and began pushing a third in. He massaged the muscles, rubbing against Alex’s prostate more with every thrust. He was close again. Twice in less than ten minutes. It had to be a record. For him at least.

“Gunna… come…” He mumbled out. His hips moved with the thrusting of his fingers, forcing them deeper. Michael groaned and lifted the leg he was attached to over his shoulder, opening Alex up and giving him a better angle.

Michael seemed to bite down harder, sending a sting of pain through him. The not unwelcome feeling made his cock jump. He panted, reaching down to tangle his fingers in Michael’s hair again. He cursed as the fingers buried inside him spread him open. They twisted and curled to press against all the right places.

It was the press of a fourth finger that sent him spiraling over the edge again. His vision went white as it pushed in with the others. A choked sob ripped from his throat as his hips jerked, adding to the mess covering his torso. Alex fell to the bed, back arching as he gripped the sheets and Michael’s hair.

He felt Michael detach himself from his thigh, licking at the wounds to stop the bleeding. He pulled his fingers out of Alex’s ass slowly, careful to not press against any more sensitive areas. Alex’s head was spinning. Was it the orgasm or the loss of blood?

His hand fell from Michael’s hair as he crawled up his body, hovering over him. Alex’s half lidded eyes let him take in the beautiful man. He looked every bit like a predator deciding how to kill its prey. The blood that ran down his jaw and neck only made Alex want him more. He belonged to this man now. There wasn’t a single doubt in his mind.

Michael leaned in close, nuzzled the side of his neck that he hadn’t bit. Alex whimpered as his head rolled to the side. He would let this man kill him if he wanted. Michael exhaled a laugh, pressing soft kisses to his jaw and over his cheek. A gentle finger turned Alex’s head back to face him. Michael kissed him gently.

“No more. Don’t need you passing out from blood loss.” He brushed a piece of hair off Alex’s forehead, smiling sweetly. “You ok?”

Alex didn’t know if he could give an answer. He felt more than ok but also very obviously not thinking clearly. His body burned from the venom but he found that it wasn’t like before. He wasn’t desperate for more but Michael’s hands on his body were a welcome feeling rather than a painful one.

“I think so. What did you do,” he asked slowly when he found his words again.

“I took back some of the venom. While another vampire might be able to handle going a third round right away, I’m well aware you’re just a human,” he joked, rolling off and propping himself up on his elbow.

Alex looked over at him in all his naked glory. He was still rock hard and Alex felt bad that he hadn’t gotten off yet.

“You saying I’m not as good as another vampire,” he teased half-heartedly. Michael rolled his eyes and leaned in, speaking low against his ear.

“You far surpass any vampire. But if you were one… I could fuck you all night.” His heart hammered in his chest. Michael’s fingers traced patterns over his arm and torso, placing featherlight kisses to the spot under his ear and his jaw.

“You’re saying you want to turn me?” Michael froze in his movements, his body tensing.

“Careful Alex. Even suggesting it - especially when I’m high on you - the temptation is there. The idea of having you with me forever… fuck I want it. But you don’t deserve that kind of life.”

His heart skipped a beat. The idea didn’t exactly make him cringe or feel disgusted. Anything to keep this man next to him. His brain wasn’t in a right state and he knew it. As much as he wanted to believe it was.

He didn’t respond to the words. Just turned to face the vampire. He pushed him to his back slowly, pressing kisses to his collarbone and moving down his torso. Michael sighed happily, gently running his hand through Alex’s hair.

He nipped at the muscles on his sides, earning him a mixture of laughs and quiet moans. Alex wrapped his hand around his hard cock, rubbing slowly as he kissed his abs and down to his hips.

“Fuck Alex,” he breathed out. He felt himself grin. He moved and licked the head of his cock. Michael groaned and rolled his hips slightly. Alex took him into his mouth, using his hand to control how deep he went. The weight was heavy on his tongue and the salty taste made him moan. He hadn’t given head in a long time and he was remembering why he loved it so much. Then again, maybe it was just Michael.

Alex moved his tongue to massage the length of him. Michael rocked his hips slowly, never rushing him, just petting his head softly. He occasionally pulled but never hard. Alex relaxed his jaw, taking in more of him every downstroke. The head eventually hit the back of his throat. He held him there for a moment, loving the feel of him throbbing in his mouth.

Alex looked up at Michael through his eyelashes. He groaned and his hips jerked, making Alex gag slightly.

“Your mouth is a sin, hunter. I don’t know how long I can keep from fucking it.” The words sent desire straight to his cock. Though he wasn’t quite ready to have Michael abusing his ass again, he could at least give him a good blowjob.

Alex moaned around his cock, removing the hand wrapped around the base to run over his thighs. He dug his nails into the soft skin and scratched. Michael’s hips jerked again but he didn’t gag this time.

“You want me to fuck your mouth? Use you? Take what I want?” Alex groaned at the thought. That was exactly what he wanted. Michael pulled him off his cock. He released him with a wet pop and smirked at the vampire. He shook his head before climbing off the bed and standing at the edge.

“Lay down you damn brat.” Alex positioned himself on his stomach in front of him. He looked up at him, waiting for instructions. Michael ran a hand through his hair and down his face, looking at him almost lovingly.

“Tap my leg twice if it’s too much.” Alex nodded. “Words,” he ordered. Alex shuddered at the demanding tone.

“Ok.” Michael smiled and leaned down, pressing a kiss to his mouth. He pulled back slightly, still close enough for their lips to touch when he spoke.

“Now open your mouth and look at me the whole time.” Alex watched him as he stood up. He opened his mouth as ordered, waiting for any further requests. There were none as the fingers in his hair tugged gently and Michael was slipping his dick into his mouth.

Alex wanted to let his eyes close to focus on the feeling of him but he didn’t want to disobey him. Somehow he thought he might regret it. Michael moaned and started rocking his hips, slowly at first. He did the same as Alex had done earlier, working himself all the way in as to not choke him. Though Alex wouldn’t have minded it.

Michael hit the back of his throat and he shuddered at the feeling. His fingers tightened in his hair and he thrust his hips forward. Michael moaned and did it again. Curses tumbled from his lips as he fucked into his mouth. Alex groaned around him, causing his hips to stutter in their rhythm. Alex’s eyes fluttered shut.

“Look at me.” The order was practically growled at him. His eyes popped open and Michael forced his cock deep, triggering his gag reflex again. He gripped Michael’s thighs, attempting to control his thrusts. Unsuccessfully.

Michael thrust into him hard and fast. His own cock was starting to feel neglected and he rubbed himself against the sheets, looking for friction. Michael laughed and smirked above him, never faltering in his movements

“Is your cock hard already? You’re so fucking good for me. I don’t know how I’ll ever let you go. Maybe I won’t.” Alex moaned again, rocking his own hips. Michael panted above him, watching him the whole time.

Alex glanced down at his slightly elongated canines. They weren’t like before but Alex knew he was craving something. He met his gaze again and Michael growled placing a hand over his eyes.

“Don’t look at me like that.” Alex didn’t know what he saw but he didn’t have time to dwell. Michael’s thrusts were losing their pattern, getting deeper and harder.

Then he was calling out. Moaning loudly and shoving himself to the back of Alex’s throat. Hot spurts coated his mouth as he swallowed as best he could. The throbbing against his tongue had his own hips picking up speed. He was past the point of caring that he was dry humping the bed like a teenager.

Michael pulled away and was hauling Alex up to his knees, crushing his mouth to his. His tongue darted out to taste himself. Michael wrapped his arms around his waist, keeping most of his weight off his legs. Alex groaned at the pressure of his cock being trapped between them, pressing against Michael’s abs.

“You’re so sexy... So responsive… Drives me crazy,” he punctuated each phrase with a kiss. Alex took his face in his hands, running his fingers over the stubble. He pressed his forehead against Michael’s, just breathing him in. He smelled like rain. He ran his thumb over his lips, and when Michael’s mouth opened, slipped one inside.

He brushed it over his tongue and back out. He did it again, this time pausing to catch his thumb over one fang. Michael took in a shaky breath, as though this was the most intimate thing they had done since meeting.

Alex could no longer imagine his life without Michael in it. He refused to have this be the only time they saw each other. Despite all his training to kill people like him. He was beginning to think it was all a lie. What had these people really done? Just because they drank blood from willing doners? Sure some of them killed people and they should be held to the laws of the government, just like anyone else. But to generalize a whole group? That sounded too familiar.

The pad of his thumb caught on the point of his tooth, drawing blood. He hissed, more out of surprise than pain. But Michael didn’t see it that way. He took Alex’s hand and pulled it away from his mouth, holding it to his chest.

“Sorry. You shouldn’t mess with those. I don’t want to hurt you unnecessarily.” Alex smiled and shook his head. He tugged his hand out of Michael’s and pressed his thumb to his lip, just as he did earlier with his palm.

He kissed him softly. Michael whimpered as he licked at his lip. Alex found himself being lifted then placed on his back on the bed. Michael had settled between his thighs and he could feel him poking his hole. Michael bent his legs back to have easier access.

“I need to be inside you before I do something stupid,” he said with barely contained restraint.

“Stupid like what,” Alex couldn’t help but ask.

Michael leaned over him, kissing and nuzzling his marked neck. Alex turned his head as though it was instinct now. He couldn’t stop it even if he tried. Michael moaned quietly.

“You’re making it really hard not to claim you.” Alex wrapped his arms around his neck. Some part of his brain thought through his next words but it certainly wasn’t the rational part.

“Then do it.”

Michael jerked back from him, an almost terrified look on his face. But even that couldn’t hide the joy dancing in his eyes. He shook his head.

“Alex. You don’t know what you’re saying.” Alex blinked and sat up, running his hands over Michael’s torso and shoulders.

“Maybe. But it feels right, doesn’t it?” He leaned forward, pressing kisses to his chest. Michael groaned softly then pushed him back down to the bed, bending his knees back

“It’s the venom talking. If you still feel that way after I fuck you, then I’ll consider listening.” Michael pressed himself against his ass again. He grabbed the lube bottle again and coated his dick.

He used the excess on his fingers to slip them back into his hole. One finger, then two, then three, making sure he was still ready. Alex moaned but knew not to get too used to it. Michael pulled his fingers out and guided his cock to replace them.

He pressed forward slowly. Alex’s back arched as he stretched around him, marveling at the fact that just the head could make him feel so good. He heard Michael curse from above him as he tried to go slowly. Alex’s fingers twisted into the sheets.

Michael thrust forward firmly but not rough. Alex groaned and tried to move his hips toward him but Michael held him in place. He pushed again and the head of his cock rubbed against his prostate, making him whimper and moan.

“I’m fine, Michael. Fuck me,” he pleaded. Michael trembled as his hips thrust forward roughly. Alex yelped in surprise. He felt so full and his cock leaked with precum.

“Do you have any idea how good you look right now? Spread open on my cock, leaking, begging me to fuck you.” Alex moaned when he thrust forward as he spoke. Everything faded to the back of his mind except for Michael and the way his body moved against him.

His thrusts picked up speed and he grunted with the force he used. Alex could hardly think about anything other than the way he pounded into him. He tried to watch Michael above him but every thrust was sending shockwaves of need through his body. His eyes fell closed as he got lost in the feeling.

Little moans slipped out every time Michael sank into him again. The headboard of the bed bumped against the wall. Alex felt a hand wrap around his throat, fingers carefully avoiding the bite. He opened his eyes to Michael staring at him a small smirk on his face. He lifted his hand to cover Michael’s, squeezing his fingers around his neck.

“You are so fucking perfect, Alex. How has no one snatched you up yet,” he said, leaning forward as he squeezed the sides of his neck. Not giving him time to respond, Michael kissed him with an open mouth. The dirty sound of them separating made Alex whine. “You are mine now. Do you understand?”

Alex normally hated this kind of entitlement. He always insisted that he didn’t belong to anyone. But something about it coming from Michael’s mouth made him want it more. These were obvious red flags but he couldn’t help himself. He moaned against Michael’s mouth.

“Yours,” he gasped out.

After a few more hard thrusts, Michael pulled out, though Alex didn’t have time to complain. He flipped him over and pulled him up on his hands and knees. He pressed down on his shoulders, forcing him down on his forearms.

He spread his ass and slid into him again, not bothering to go slow. Alex buried his face in the mattress in an effort to muffle his moans. Michael grabbed his hair and pulled him back up.

“Don’t you dare. I want to hear you. I want the whole place to hear you.” Alex shivered and his own cock jumped. Michael fucked him ruthlessly though he was almost sure he was still holding back. The desire that coiled inside him was ready to snap.

“Michael,” he moaned out, only managing his name. Then he was being pulled up so his back was against his chest. Michael wrapped one had around his cock and stroked. The other was in front of his lips, bleeding from a small bite on the heel of his hand. The same place Alex had cut his own.

Alex pressed his lips to the wound, licking at the blood. He should have been disgusted but again he wasn’t. Michael pressed his lips against the spot he had bit earlier, grunting out his words.

“Tell me you want this. That you want me to claim you.” His voice was pleading. The rational part of his brain told him to say no. But every other part of him screamed yes.

“Please. Claim me,” he whimpered out.

Michael’s teeth were sinking into him before he even finished talking. It wasn’t as intense as before but there was a dull pain. Then the warmth was spreading again. So much hotter than before and taking over every part of him. Michael fucked him hard and he could feel every groove and twitch of the cock inside him.

Alex’s third orgasm rocked through him, making him call out Michael’s name repeatedly. He came all over the sheets but his body wouldn’t stop burning. Michael detached himself from his neck and pushed him forward again. He seemed to let himself go, slamming into him at an abusive rate. Alex’s cock tried to come again but there was nothing left as it twitched helplessly. All he could do was moan and take whatever he gave.

With one last deep thrust, Michael cursed and came inside him. He ground his hips against him, using Alex to milk his cock. He rocked his hips gently a few extra times before pulling out. Alex’s legs shook and he felt Michael trialing kisses over his spine.

He let himself down slowly, laying on his side and panting hard. The burn had turned into a dull smolder and was quickly fading. Michael curled around him, leaving kisses wherever he could reach.

“Are you ok,” he asked after a moment. His mind was starting to clear. What had just happened? He lifted is fingers to run over the bite mark on his neck. At first, a panic started to build, but it was overtaken by comfort.

“Yea. I’m just… processing.” They were silent for a couple minutes.

“You regret it,” he said, a sad certainty haunting his voice. Alex felt him start to pull away. He turned toward him immediately grabbing his hand and holding it to his cheek.

“No. I don’t regret it. The whole thing was just—”

“Intense,” Michael finished for him. Alex nodded. He glanced down at his mouth. Before he could think better of it, he kissed him. Their first non-desperate, lust filled kiss. Michael held him gently and Alex ran his fingers through the curls. They broke apart after a moment.

“I suppose now would be a bad time to make you promise not to kill me, hunter,” Michael joked. Alex snorted and ran his hands over his arms, feeling the muscle.

“I promise.” He paused. “What did you do to me exactly?” Michael sighed and propped himself up on his elbow. He ran his fingers over the mark on his neck.

“They don’t teach you that in training? Man, the academy is sure going downhill.” Alex rolled his eyes. He wanted a real answer.

“Michael,” he scolded gently. He sighed again, running his hand through Alex’s hair.

“Basically, my blood will heal you if taken alone. But I also injected you with my venom. Well over the amount needed to cause a blackout, mind you. But with my blood in your system, it forms a bond instead.” Alex nodded, covering Michael’s hand with his own. He smiled and leaned in close, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“No other vampire will dare to touch you unless they want to deal with me. I can keep you safe.” Alex chuckled as the vampire planted kisses all over his face and down his neck, eventually landing on the mark.

“I hardly know you,” Alex pointed out.

“But this feels right. And I can’t wait to get to know all of you,” Michael responded, lifting his head and gazing down at him with the softest expression Alex had ever seen. He pulled him in again, kissing him lovingly.

Alex was essentially married to this man. A man he was supposed to hate but didn’t. He knew nothing about him except that this wasn’t a mistake. That maybe he was finally making the right choices.

Alex ended up falling asleep. He didn’t know how long. Just that when he woke up, he was covered in clean blankets and Michael was right next to him.

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I also follow mostly supposed radfems or gender critical feminists or lesbian feminists... And it's tiresome to only see uncritical praise. This video was not good for women, it was not good for lesbians, like I said it isn't even good for gay men... So I don't understand.

Men trivializing make up and heels, tools which are used against women, to keep us uncomfortable within ourselves, is not a service, even if it were a fully positive message in the gay rights front (which, as established, it isn't).

I think it's amazing that Lil Nas X is open and outspoken about being gay, that is clearly awesome, especially since there's not nearly enough out black gay men in the public light.

That being said not every action he takes, no matter how he himself perceives it, is politically positive to gay people (let alone to women, though I understand that only matters to feminists, and is a separate issue from gay rights). Take off your rose colored glasses. If you are a feminist you should be analysing this from a different perspective. I'm not saying cancel him, I'm just saying he is not exempt from criticism. Or at least he shouldn't be. My dash lately has been disappointingly blind to the negative connotations of this video.

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I imagine that pride month and rainbow flags were meant to be fun. I will never know that experience. We were supposed to be allowed to enjoy bright colors and celebrations of our lives as same sex attracted individuals.

Capitalism and post modernism have made the world such a shit pile that to me rainbows are literally symbols of the homophobic heterosexuals who go around telling lesbians they should be available to date men. They've twisted the actual concept of oppression and homophobia to such an extent they literally are able to overlay other flags over the rainbow flag and call that progress. They erase the lesbian flag (and by that I mean the labrys flag), and call it a "TERF" flag.

I'm honestly just tired of seeing homophobes and misogynists being centered during "pride". Pride month and pride parades have no meaning anymore, and I know too many lesbians who don't feel welcome or happy during these times that were supposed to be about community and joy among other same sex attracted individuals, among homosexual people.

Pride is now a celebration of heterosexuality, of medically abusing children, of fetishes, and of males in power. Words mean nothing among self-proclaimed qu**r people (aka heterosexuals with a desire to be special) and at the end of the day pride was coopted as no more than a marketing strategy centered on upkeeping the status quo.

65 notes • Posted 2021-06-10 00:51:20 GMT

Random request..... Is there anyone out here who listens to country music and could make some recs? Looking for female artists only

177 notes • Posted 2021-07-08 03:16:28 GMT

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Let's take feminist action. This video is about a project to get cloth pads to teen girls in Eastern Kenema Sierra Leone. You can help by creating a Hygiene Kit yourself and shipping it by September 1st 2021 (more info on the video), or by donating [here]. Their goal is £5k, and they are at only 39% of that goal as of right now (June 8th 2021).

251 notes • Posted 2021-06-08 09:29:08 GMT

Hi! I saw your comment about “new radfems” not reading radfem theory and I was wondering if you could list some resources or tell me where to find some? I’ve only recently started to read radfem blogs and I really want to get into it more, and not just read posts about it. Thank you so much, I appreciate your blog!

Hey! I'm really glad you want to do your research, it is heartwarming to know the newbies out there actually want to study the theory.

I think The Second Sex by Simone de Beauvoir is probably one of the most important and complete books in the path to understanding Radical Feminism. It is also super long and daunting, so while I do think it should be a read-in-progress for all of us, I think it's important to have more "beginner friendly" books, in order to avoid burn out. [link to pdf]

I've been into radical feminism since 2017 now, and I'm not a great reader, so for those of us who find it hard to focus for too long, I think Andrea Dworkin is also a good place to start. Her books are filled with rage – and important analysis. I find her language easier to keep up with, more approachable if you will. Woman Hating was my first [pdf]. You can find all of her other works [here] as well.

The book that made me want to really read more and get educated is honestly A Politically Incorrect Feminist: Creating a Movement with Bitches, Lunatics, Dykes, Prodigies, Warriors, and Wonder Women, by Phyllis Chesler. It's an autobiography, and gives some great insight on what it was like to be involved directly in the Second Wave, and also why sisterhood is powerful and needed, but also not easy to achieve. It gave me hope, and helped me to see radical feminism in a new refreshed light. You can get the audiobook for free as an [Audible trial].

[Radfem.org] has some other books handy as well

And [here] is a post with some other feminist books.

My current to-read list, as offered by a dear friend who's been involved with radical feminism for the past 10+ years, is as follows:

> The Second Sex - Simone de Beauvoir (a current read-in-progress for me)

> Lesbian Nation - Jill Johnston [borrow]

> For Lesbians Only: A Separatist Anthology - Sarah Lucia Hoagland, Julia Penelope [borrow]

> Sappho was a Right-on Woman: A Liberated View of Lesbianism [borrow]

> The Lesbian Revolution: Lesbian Feminism in the UK 1970-1990 - Sheila Jeffreys

> The Wanderground - Sally Miller Gearhart [borrow]

> Woman Hating - Andrea Dworkin

> Intercourse - Andrea Dworkin [pdf]

> SCUM Manifesto - Valerie Solanas [pdf]

> Lesbian origins - Susan Cavin [borrow]

> Sisterhood is Powerful - Robin Morgan [pdf]

> Like There's No Tomorrow - Carolyn Cage [pdf]

> The Lesbian Heresy: A Feminist Perspective on the Lesbian Sexual Revolution - Sheila Jeffrey [pdf]

> Gyn/Ecology - Mary Daly [pdf]

Okay so now I flooded you with reading material... What next? How do you even get started, how do you tackle this?

I think first of all it's really important to find community. There are discord servers out there for radical feminists and gender critical women, communities which are open to you, and were made for women just like you. Surround yourself with women, build yourself up with them. Don't just say your politics are woman centric, but actually make your life woman centric. And read up. Study. Trade notes, ask questions, question... Everything. Be critical. Not just of your past beliefs, but of this new information. Where is it coming from? Who wrote it? What do they gain from it? Who loses if they win?

Be aware that radical feminism is a political movement. It can be heavy. Unfortunately, we deal with the knowledge that the world is ugly, especially ugly towards women. Part of radical feminism is addressing borrow such as human trafficking, pedophilia, incest, and the likes. Have positive things to balance this out, take breaks, take your time. Work against overwhelming yourself. You can do this.

Apply the same kindness you'd offer other women to yourself, and treat yourself with respect. Reach out! To me, to others. We're here for you. We have space for you. We'll make time, we'll try our best. I just spent an hour finding these links for you. Not because you owe me anything, or vice versa. But because I care that you have a good experience of it. We are stronger together.

Anyway, take care. Good luck!

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Can you please write a soft/fluffy one-shot where the reader is feeling unwell, so Jaskier takes care of her by drawing her a bath, and washing her hair. Lots of CUTE moments, such as Jaskier catching the reader wearing his shirt, and the reader confessing the reason why she is unwell is because she is pregnant. Thanks so much!

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, bathtime, nudity but nothing sexual, implications of an eating disorder but really it’s just Jaskier jumping to conclusions

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A large hand found the small of your back. The hand, familiar and warm, pressed flat against you, calloused fingertips gently pressing into your skin.

“Are you sleeping, my dear?” Jaskier’s voice came from behind you.

“No.” You sighed gently. You opened your eyes and rubbed the sleep from them. You rolled over on to your back so you could see him.

“How are you feeling?” His hand found your stomach. You tensed beneath his touch, your hands automatically coming up to cover his. He furrowed his brows together, looking down at your stomach. “Are you hurting?” He tried to pull his hands away but you wouldn’t let him.

“I-I don’t feel good.” You couldn’t meet his eyes, your gaze finding his hand on your stomach.

“What hurts?”

“My head.”

“Then why did you grab my hand?” Jaskier tilted his head to the side a little. Blue eyes carefully watched you, concerned and worried.

“Your hands are cold.” You explained, nearly patting yourself on the back for coming up with an excuse so quickly.

A sheepish smile came to his lips and he leaned down to kiss your forehead.

“Sorry, darling.”

“S’okay.”

“Perhaps you should have a bath?” Jaskier suggested, raising his brows a little.

“I don’t know, Jask.”

“Nonsense.” He waved a hand in the air as he got off of the bed. “I’ll go start one.”

You weren’t able to get a word in before he disappeared out of the room. You sighed gently, rubbing your stomach.

You knew very well that there wasn’t any getting out of the bath. Maybe this was as good a time as any to tell him that in eight or nine months he’d be a father.

A little while later, Jaskier returned to the room. You were staring at the ceiling, your hand absentmindedly drawing circles on your stomach.

“Are you ready, darling?” Jaskier asked, rolling his sleeves up to his elbows.

“I’m tired, Jask.”

“I know, my love.” He moved to your bedside. He began to pull back the blankets from your legs. “But once you get a bath, you need to eat something. You haven’t eaten all morning.”

“M’just gonna throw it up.”

“Okay well we can worry about that when that time comes.” Jaskier took hold of your ankles and pulled you around so your legs were hanging off the edge of the bed.

You whined but did little to stop him as he unlaced the sleeping trousers you wore. He tugged them off and then patted the outside of your thigh.

“Come on, love. You can’t expect me to do this all by myself.”

You groaned as you sat up, putting a frown on your lips. Jaskier grabbed the hem of your top and pulled it off of you.

Then he scooped you up in his arms and took you to the bathroom.

“How long have you been feeling badly?” He asked, looking down at you.

“Since I woke up.” You admitted.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead.

He placed you down feet first into the tub and then once you relaxed against the warm stones, he knelt down by the tub.

“Let’s wash your hair.” He suggested.

You crossed your arms over your stomach, wanting to hide as much of the bump as you could. You knew you’d been gaining weight. Your more form fitting dresses didn’t fit properly and not many of your pants wanted to go up over your waist.

Jaskier noticed the way you seemed to hug yourself.

“Are you cold?” He asked, pouring a cup full of water carefully over your head.

“No.” You answered. “Why?”

“Just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

He began to hum softly to you as he washed your hair and then while he moved into the other room to gather your clothes, you washed your body.

When Jaskier returned, he held out a towel for you. You started to stand but, but then at the last minute you remembered about the baby.

“Jaskier? Can I…. Can I get dressed alone?” You asked, your voice timid.

He seemed a little taken back by your words, confused.

“Of course.” He nodded, setting the towel on the stool next to the tub. “I’ll, um, I’ll go make you some tea. How does that sound?”

“Lovely.” You smiled. “Thank you.”

He returned the smile and moved to the edge of the tub. One hand cradled the back of your head while he leaned down to kiss your temple.

“I love you, you know that don’t you?”

“Of course I do.” You nodded. “And I love you.”

You watched him leave the room, pulling the door shut behind him.

You let out a little breath, then stood up. You dried yourself off and then looked at the clothes head gotten for you. You frowned. It was a skirt and a top. They were comfortable to wear but you didn’t want to wear that.

You wrapped the towel tightly around yourself and went to the bedroom. You got into Jaskier’s wardrobe, rummaging through the many bright and colorful pieces he had until you found a blue tunic top.

You slipped the top on and abandoned the towel on the floor. You’d get it later. For now, your head and your stomach were begging you to lay down.

You got comfy in the bed, laying on your side with a pillow under your head. You closed your eyes for what felt like just a few seconds. The next thing you knew, Jaskier was kneeling down beside the bed, his fingers brushing through your hair.

“You must really be tired, darling. Maybe I should send for a healer?”

“No, that’s not necessary.” You shook your head, reaching out to run your fingers through his dark hair.

“It looks like you stole one of my shirts.” He commented, messing with the hem of the shirt you wore. You smiled sheepishly.

“I like how it smells like you. And it’s warm.”

“I can keep you warm.” He carefully climbed over you to get into bed. He wrapped his arms securely around you, his hands resting on your stomach.

You were comfortable, except for the fact that he was holding your stomach. What if he could feel the bump? What if the baby kicked? Was it too early for the baby to kick?

You took his wrist and moved his hand off of your stomach so that instead it rested on your hip. The other hand you moved a little further down to your hip. But you said nothing. You weren’t ready to tell him. You wanted to do something special to tell him that he’d be a father.

“Was that uncomfortable for you, darling?” He asked, curious. He wanted to know for future reference.

“I-I just…. I didn’t like that too much.” You admitted, your voice quiet.

His breath was soft against your ear, his lips just inches from it.

“My love, I don’t mind your size.”

Your eyes widened and you turned your head to look at him.

“What?”

“Isn’t that what this is about?” He furrowed his brows together.

You sat up and turned to face him.

“What the hell are you talking about, Jaskier?”

“I’ve seen the way you’ve been lately.” Jaskier propped himself up on one elbow. “So what you’ve gained a couple pounds? I happen to think you look absolutely stunning.”

You couldn’t find words to properly explain how confused you were. But he could see it on your face. He ran a hand over his face and shook his head.

“You rarely let me see you naked anymore. You cover your stomach whenever I do see you naked. You know that your size doesn’t matter to me, Y/N.”

“Jaskier, that’s-that’s not it.” You shook your head.

“Is that why you aren’t eating today?” His tone softened and heartbreak crossed his features. “My love, please tell me you aren’t-,”

“No! No, Jaskier! That’s not it.” You quickly cut him off, not wanting to let his mind wander and his panic rise.

“Then what is it?” He furrowed his brows together.

You didn’t answer immediately, instead choosing to let your gaze linger on his lips.

“I’m pregnant.” You murmured quietly. “And-And everything I eat lately has been making me sick.”

His breath caught in his throat.

“You’re…. pregnant?” He repeated, his voice soft.

You nodded, tears welling in your eyes. Before you even had a chance to do anything, he was pulling you into his lap. He tucked your head beneath his chin and let out a shaky breath.

“Oh gods.” He breathed out, a little laughing coming with the noise. “I’m- Y/N, I’m going to be a father! Oh, my love, my heart. You had me worried there for a moment. Oh, sweetheart. Don’t cry!”

“I can’t help it.” You sniffled, turning to bury your face in his neck. “I-I’m scared, Jask.”

“Oh fuck. Me too. But we’re going to be parents! You need to eat! You haven’t eaten all day! The baby must be starving!”

“Jask, I’m going to throw it up.” You whined as he pulled away and started to get out of bed.

“Darling, I know it isn’t fun but you need to eat something. At least try. The baby needs food, and so do you.”

You looked down at where he held your hand. Your thumb brushed over the wedding band on his finger.

“I’m really fucking scared, Jaskier.” You cried, your face scrunching up as the tears escaped your eyes.

“You aren’t alone, my love.” He engulfed you in a warm hug, offering you comfort in the warmth of his chest. “But we’re going to go through this together. I’ll be with you every step of the way. I promise.”

“Thank you, Jask.” You sniffled.

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[TRANS] Doyoung, Jaehyun & Jungwoo’s interview with GQ Korea April 2020 issue!

Doyoung

You're wearing a hoodie with a bear on it and a denim jacket. It's the kind of style I normally like too. I enjoy wearing casual and everyday clothes that aren’t particularly in fashion.

What color stands out the most in your closet? sky blue, blue and cold tones are colors I have the most shirts in. Simple shirts that don't stick to your body.

What color shows your taste in music? Can you name a specific record? '추억은 사랑을 닮아 (Memories Resemble Love)', a song on Park Hyoshin's 5th album. It's a different kind of music from what NCT has shown. I think I'm able to do experimental music and music that stands out thanks to the members. I'm doing music I can't do by myself to my heart's content.

Even when you take a blind test you'd be able to guess it's Doyoung's voice because of the clear tone and aesthetics it has. I first started singing in middle school. Audition programs were very popular at the time, and it was the era where unique vocalists began to draw attention. Because I also wanted to make singing my job, I thought I had to find my own color without any bias.

Do you know your own strengths as a vocalist? My mom sometimes jokingly says "who gave birth to such a pretty voice?". I think the biggest advantage is that it has a tone that can blend well into the various genres like Hip-Hop, R&B, and EMD pop that NCT's music has.

When you were performing 'BOSS' a video clip of you raising the two octaves up to three octaves became a big topic. Are you the type that isn't afraid to sing high notes? To tell you the behind story, that range was a bit more comfortable. I prepared in advance to get myself comfortable and to be able to scream as much as I want. At that time, I wanted to be a strong team during live performances, so all the members spent a lot of time practicing like it was a real battle.

NCT 127's second full-length album is just three days away. During these times, what do the members talk about? "Now, now, let's start practicing the choreography for the 100 million views in a week music video", "Practice for the no.1 song on music shows choreography starts now." (laughs) We have a job where we have to prepare something for a long time and then show it all in a moment. If you think too much about the success that is possible, you have no choice but to be focused. These days, as time goes by, I try not to cling too much to that. It is more important to make an album that we can be satisfied with now.

The title song 'Kick It' has impressive dance moves that are inspired by oriental martial arts. We worked together with a martial arts director to shoot the music video. Each member had their own action scene, but everyone was spinning and flying as the camera started spinning. It was amazing. Everyone was so good to the point you would doubt we had just started learning it. I was a bit worried because I'm not the type to be confident in using my body. I was changing my clothes after we were done and while I was wondering how the shoot would end up, I saw that my hands were all cracked. I told myself I had worked hard.

You seem like a person who gives 200% in a moment of crisis. In the variety show <The Law of the Jungle> you jumped into the sea at night without a doubt. I'm the type to do something properly if you're gonna do something careless. I think I didn't want to make it an embarrassing moment. When I jumped into the sea, I was really afraid. Nevertheless, the reason I did it without fear was because I felt like I had to do something because I had come a long way.

Who is like a hero to Doyoung? You might think it's a boring answer, but it's the staff who help us and the fans. I released this recently. After we finished recording late a night I coincidentally had a look around the office. Even at that late hour, there were so many familiar faces. Many thoughts crossed my mind at that time.

Jaehyun

What do you think of the moment you wake up in the morning? 'It's already morning. I have to wash up.' An ordinary routine.

Do you like velvet? My attention was grasped by velvet training pants the moment I entered the studio earlier. I've been wearing velvet outfits on stage and I've been told that it matches me well. Since then, I started wearing it often with confidence.

You wear a lot of various clothes, like in today's photoshoot too, but what do you think shows your charms best? It feels good when I wear a suit. There was also this techwear look from the music video 'Let's Shut Up & Dance' when we worked with Jason Derulo. I like that too.

Have you thought about what you'd like to do if you could make a transformation? I have wanted to grow my hair long since last year. Growing it to the bottom of your ear and then tucking it behind, I thought it looked cool when I saw past pictures of Leonardo Dicaprio or of the hairstyles of Timothée Chalamet.

Do you have something like that? An aura you really want to have. There are people who look simple in ordinary life, but who look professional when they do their job. You can feel their skills. I want to be like that.

It feels just right looking at NCT's perfect stages. What's the highlight of the performance this time? Since debut, we’ve said NCT's style is 'NEO'. We try hard to reach that level every time. For the title song 'Kick It', the music, choreography, and outfits are very conceptual. There are also moves that are reminiscent of Bruce Lee's martial arts. I think our team's synergy definitely comes out when we have new and unique concepts.

This 2nd full album has 13 songs of various genres. Which song do you like most? The is an R&B ballad song titled 'White Night'. It started with the lyrics "it’s quietly getting darker". I was in charge of the first line, and I was focused on the details such as emotions, beat, and pitch. I recorded the "quietly" part several times. I have some attachments to it.

The soft bass tone seems to be Jaehyun's color of voice. I care a lot about tone and emotion, but interestingly, the tone of my voice has become lower than when I debuted. There's a part in me that wants to show myself more by signing than by dancing. From the start, I have received a lot of stress from singing, but as much as that, I also received a sense of fulfillment. I want to continue doing well.

What song would you recommend to someone who wants to hear Jaehyun's voice? 'Coming home', a song that was released last winter. It's a calm song centered on vocals that I sung with Taeil-hyung, Doyoung-hyung and Haechanie.

You said before you like your hands because they are pretty, right? Seeing them myself, I can agree. What do you want to achieve with those hands? I've been playing the piano for a long time, but I want to improve my skills. I feel at ease when I play the piano. And I'm the type to do anything well that requires my hands, the members sometimes call me 'golden hands'. I hope I can do well in anything.

Is there something you're the best at in the team? I'm confident in running. Since I was a kid, I loved sports so much that being an athlete was also a dream of mine. So when it comes to sports, I'm the.... Hahaha

I heard you watch movies when you want to relax. Is there anything you have been enjoying lately? I watched <Baby Driver> again yesterday. I've seen it three times, but the scenes and the music match perfectly, so I get excited every time I see it. I saw <Before Sunrise> several times too.

Do you also look up old stage videos or music videos? I sometimes do, but once I start watching the music videos starting from our debut song 'the 7th sense' to the latest, I will get hooked on it. When I just debuted I was still fresh but also a bit stiff. I also have memories of the Mickey Mouse 90th Anniversary Concert which was broadcasted by ABC in America. During the first tour of North America last year, I developed an aspiration for languages. When I was young, I lived in America for a while and learned some English, which has helped me and I saw how having [language] skills are a benefit.

This album starts with the song 'Elevator'. Where do you want to go up with NCT? As far as we can go.

Jungwoo

I've seen lots of pictures of Jungwoo wearing a fanny pack. Backpacks are big and uncomfortable so I only carry what I need in my fanny pack.

What does it usually carry? Contact lenses, eye drops, nail clipper, masks, bands, and ointments. Eye drops are an essential. My eyes become tired [/dry] when I wear lenses for a long time.

What is the style Jungwoo likes to wear? First of all, it should be comfortable. I usually wear training clothes and I'm often told that NormCore clothes look good on me, so I try to wear items that don't stand out too much. I think flashy things don't really suit me.

What? No matter how you look at it, you wore fancy and bold clothes today. It’s also curious to me. I like to challenge myself to wear different kinds of styles.

What is the image you try to have? I want to have a dreamy and bright atmosphere. I hope that when people see me they are fascinated and are curious about me.

What kind of person for you think is really cool? Justin Bieber. His style and music have his own unique color. Not only me, but all the members are fans too. I saw Justin Bieber's YouTube documentary yesterday. Besides the external stories, seeing him overcome the agony and growing pains of being an artist, made me like him even more.

What is something surprising about Jungwoo? That I'm purely a hard worker. I don't think I have many talents I was born with. I'm more like someone who will achieve results as much as I worked for it. So I put a lot of effort into anything I want to do.

Is anything possible if you just try hard? Looking at NCT's stages, I think there's more to it than just effort. I often look at others to find out how they do it. When we had a stage on the famous American talk show <Jimmy Kimel Live>, I was able to see and analyze the other stages that were on the program. The ways to walk with the camera and how it appears on the screen. So like that, I learn a lot.

Jungwoo has a very clean and impressive voice, but we heard you passed the audition by dancing. This is also kinda surprising [a twist]. When I was in elementary school, I watched the music shows and became interesting in dancing. But later, when I was recording, the music director told me I had a fascinating charm to my voice since he couldn't really tell if I was singing in falsetto or not. After hearing that, I decided to I should develop my voice into a good one and use it as an advantage to show myself.

What is your favorite track in this album? There is this song called 'Pandora's Box' and when I first heard the guide version, the lyrics 'remember this moment, us, our moment' really stood out to me. I imagined how it would be like if we would sing this with the fans at a concert, and I thought it would really turn out great.

When was the most miraculous moment in your life? When I joined NCT. It felt like a dream. I cried a lot when I came down after finishing my debut stage on the music show. I was happy but also felt regret. I remember the members encouraging me by saying "it's okay, you did well".

What do you think is your role in the team? No matter how, I seem to be the mood maker. I make a lot of jokes. If there would be 100 people, all 100 would be laughing. My humor level seems to match well with Doyoung-hyung especially.

The other members say Jungwoo hasn't shown his full potential yet, they say you have a lot of various sides. I think it can also mean that it's still unclear what I will do next. I often hear that I'm pretty unique. Could you say I'm 8D? (laughs) I too, don't know fully yet who I am.

Do you like that personality? There's only one my in this world. I want the person named Jungwoo to become a new genre. New, unique. In order to do that, I have to accept what I have and work hard to show the charms of it.

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Ice Cream (Bakugou X Reader)

Pairing: Bakugou x Reader

Genre: FLUFF!!! WHY DO I KEEP FLUFFING MYSELF TO DEVASTATION!!

Summary: Bakugou and you are coworkers at a summer job in a department store. Both of you have feelings for each other but don’t know how to confess.

Word count: 1,918

Tags: @yuki-osaki @liviitehe @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog @bunnythepipsqueak

a/n: Based on a true story. Seriously this was me about 3 and a half years ago. Except the first part, that was filler’s sake and to show off tsundere baby Katsuki. I’ve been neglecting him, he deserves better. So I hope you all combust from fluff uwu bc the next one might be baku angst

"Ah, it's so hot," I groan, fanning myself. "I almost wanna turn around and go back to work just to stay in the air conditioning."

"Tch, speak for yourself. I've had enough for the day," Bakugou huffs. He's unbuttoned his black polo shirt. "You can't pay me enough to go back there."

"It's really not that bad, I don't know why you're complaining," I shrug.

"Says the one who gets to sit in the storage room sorting those stupid colored things all day." He pushes his shoulder into me. "I'm like the stupid lackey. Every stupid errand the manager needs done, I have to do. I don't get paid enough for this sh-"

"Let's get ice cream, Bakugou!" I interrupt, spotting an ice cream shop across the street. "Come on, it'll cheer you up, crabby pants." I grab his arm and pull him towards cold heaven.

Once we get inside the shop, I immediately fly to the window, scanning over the flavor selection. I'm not exactly sure what I want to get, whether I'm craving something summery like cherry or lemon or if I want a classic like cookies and cream.

I catch myself flipping my head back and forth between the two sides, still unable to make a decision. "Hey Bakugou, what are you getting?" When I don't hear an answer, I flip around. "Baku-?"

For the smallest moment after I look at him, I catch him staring at me blankly before whipping his head down to the window. "Probably just chocolate," he answers quickly.

My heart skips a beat, but I tell myself to calm down. It's not the first time I've caught Bakugou staring at me. Sometimes at work, he'll be passing by and he always somehow seems to find me in the sea of clothes while I'm rearranging the hangers. There are even some rare times when he comes to the back room while I'm in the middle of sorting the size beads and helps me before the manager summons him to do something else.

I shake myself out of my thoughts. "I'm feeling something fruity. Lemon is really calling out to me, but so is cherry."

I end up getting one scoop of each and Bakugou gets two scoops of chocolate. We take our cups to go as we walk down to the train station together.

"Bakugou, what the actual hell?!" My eyes widen in bewilderment at what he's just done.

"What?" he growls, "This is how I usually eat ice cream!"

My eye twitches. "Y-You...bite...ice cream? You have some deep rooted issues, dude."

"Shut up! I'm not weird!" Though he's defensive about it, the blond starts eating with the spoon the shop gave him. "You're the one eating fruit flavored ice cream. At least get something unhealthy like you're supposed to!"

I huff in response. "There's nothing wrong with trying to make your junk food as healthy as possible."

"Come on, you know that's something Deku would have."

"And what about it?"

Bakugou makes a face at me and says nothing else about it. "You can have a taste of mine if you want. One bite won't kill you, and I'm fine with sharing."

My heart throbs again. "Sure, I guess. Is it good?"

He answers by sticking his dessert-filled spoon in my mouth, catching me off guard. His crimson eyes bore into mine as I let the treat melt in my mouth, the rich chocolate encompassing my taste buds. "How is it?"

I don't trust my voice to answer without shaking, so I take my time to swallow. "Delicious."

The boy smirks. "See? You can't go wrong with the classics." He takes another bite of his before side-eyeing me. "But I guess it wouldn't hurt to try something different," he mumbles.

I'm still stunned from what he just did, the remaining chocolate still an aftertaste in my mouth. "You think?" I think I know what he's implying, but I didn't want to initiate it just in case he's not. I wish I was more confident in my flirting skills, I think as I scoop another bite into the little spoon.

"Hey."

Bakugou grasps my wrist with my spoon and takes the bite for himself. We lock eyes with each other as he tastes my ice cream, my heart hammering like a drum. O-Oh.

His eyebrow quirks in interest. "Couldn't you tell I wanted to be fed? Mmm, this is actually pretty good for summer."

I find my voice again, "R-Right? Told you so! It's refreshing and not too heavy."

We continue our walk in silence, which is uncharacteristic for Bakugou. He always has some random thing to talk about, which is something I like about him. He's not necessarily an open book, but he can talk about anything without making it sound weird, able to fill the awkward pauses in our conversations.

I sneak a peak at his face to find his cheeks dusted slightly pink to match my own.

Our relationship is admittedly in some kind of limbo. Ever since we met each other at our job orientation almost 3 weeks ago, we've been pretty inseparable. After hitting it off immediately, we exchanged numbers and text each other nonstop even after work, sometimes late into the night. And he always texts me in the morning, teasing me to wake up or else I won't be productive and he'll have to cover for me. We take our lunch breaks together every day, and we take the same train to the same station before transferring to go our separate ways. My coworkers tease me because they thought we were already a couple coming into the job. It seems so obvious to them that Bakugou and I like each other, but neither of us have made a move yet.

Truthfully, I haven't done anything because I don't know how to initiate anything. He's the first person I've had a crush on that actually reciprocates my feelings, I don't want to mess it up. Though, he's also mentioned that he hasn't dated anyone either. We would be each other's firsts.

We finish our ice creams and finally get to our train station, swiping in and catching the train right before almost leaves us behind. The car is thankfully somewhat empty, so we manage to find some seats.

Bakugou pulls out his earbuds and plugs it into his phone, handling me one side so I can put it in my ear.

This blond head listens to hard rock and metalcore. Is it really that surprising though, being how aggressive he is?

I'm open to anything as long as I like the lyrics, so I don't mind listening to it. When the music starts playing, I throw my legs over his lap like I usually do and lay my head on his shoulder. "You're shoulder is so bony, it's uncomfortable," I tease.

"Then don't rest your head there if it's so uncomfortable," he scowls, placing a hand on my knee. Out of the blue, Bakugou snorts. "It's so funny how we have to wear all black and you're wearing these bright red Vans."

"Hey, the manager said we can wear any color shoes we want as long as it's closed toe," I point out defensively, closing my eyes while the shaking of the train hypnotizes me into calm.

I feel his head shift towards me. "Didn't sleep well?" he asks, just loud enough for me to hear over the rattling.

I shake my head, not bothering to verbalize my answer. I have this strange talent of being able to sleep anytime and anywhere, especially when there's ambient noise and rocking.

Bakugou leaves me alone to my relaxation until we're about to reach our stop. "We have to get off soon. Get up."

"I don't wanna," I nuzzle myself into his warmth.

There's a pause. "Does that mean I need to carry you out?"

My eyes shoot open. Oh. But as I'm about to protest, something makes me stop. "Sure." I realize I'm only half joking.

The doors open. "Okay then," he shrugs.

I don't have any time to retract my statement. Bakugou tucks one arm under my knees and the other around my back as he stands up, my body cradled in his arms. My heart loses all sense of rhythm and blood rushes to my ears. I barely hear the sound of some guy whistle and say, "Wow, look at these two!"

He walks off the train as if this is the most normal thing in the world. Other passengers glance and smile to themselves when they see us, but my vision is too blurry to focus on any of them. I bury my head in Bakugou's chest in shame. "Okay, you can put me down now, Bakugou," my voice comes out feebly.

"Just a little more, I want to get you to the front of the train," he responds with a hint of teasing.

"N-No, please put me down." Before I die of shame and all these people see us like this.

Bakugou obliges, setting me down on shaky legs near a pole and I shift away from him. "Isn't that what you wanted?"

I don't know if it's the adrenaline, the nerves, or the act of Bakugou exhibiting real boyfriend behavior towards me for the first time, but I build up the courage before I can stop myself from saying, "See? T-This is why everyone thinks we're dating."

A moment of pause. "Well, we can try, if you want."

I finally spare a glance at his face. Everywhere from his cheeks to his ears up his forehead is burning red as my shoes, and he's rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly to try and keep his cool.

My heart thumps in my ears seeing Bakugou this flustered and bothered. It's happening. "I'd like that."

The sight of his smile melts all my anxiety. He closes the distance between us, grabs my shoulder, and asks, "Can I kiss you?"

I shiver at his breath caressing my face and nod before he presses his lips to mine, crushing our noses together and sending waves of weightlessness in my stomach. His hand moves up to cup my face before pulling away with a smirk. "I've been wanting to do that for a while. I think you did too."

I avert my eyes from his teasing gaze. "Maybe."

He pulls me back in for another kiss, this one more needy as his lips move quicker, almost like he wants to devour me. Time seems to slow down around us, not caring if people are watching. Bakugou's other hand grips my waist just as my train rushes through the station. He parts our lips but keeps our foreheads together. "Your train doesn't want us together," he chuckles before placing another quick kiss on my nose. "Go on, I'll see you Monday."

I nod, still dazed as I board my train and grab the nearest pole for support. The train pulls out of the station and I'm speechless and shaking, still tasting the faint chocolate from his kiss against my lips.

I sit in a chair and slump down, my heart rate coming down and the adrenaline wearing off. My phone vibrates when I get a text.

You taste sweet ;) Can't wait to see you again

Babe

I almost choke hearing his voice say that inside my head, but I can't stop the smile from splitting my face open. I'm mentally kicking myself for confessing on a Friday.

#Bakugou x reader #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bakugou fluff #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou #bakugou imagine #bakugou scenario #gender neutral reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction

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kellbellsparkles · 3 years

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Chapter 6 of my Ratchet and Clank fanfic called "Family"

Clank is really feeling the weight of his decisions and an older character from https://www.deviantart.com/hotredsparkles/art/The-Electrics-296059497 an appearance

Darkness. Clank found himself free falling through a pitch black void. Suddenly, a series of bright violet tears appeared as far and near as his eyes could see. Voices, screeches began to echo, growing louder and louder. He clasped his hands over his hearing mechanism. He curled forward, his head ringing and pounding with each cry of pain. Then, bright blue electrical surges danced around the teats. Clank flinched as they twirled closer and closer. Suddenly, he fell towards a tear beneath him and phased through.

He crashed hard onto the metal flooring. When he came to, he realized he was in a very familiar place.

"Is this…?"

The heart of the Great Clock: the Orvus Chamber. However, the walls and the floor were broken apart, the debris floating and orbiting the space. At the center was the forbidden time dial, the lever being Alister Azimuth's omniwrench as a replacement for the one that broke. And also….

"Ratchet?" Clank gasped.

Ratchet was unresponsive, his backed turned to the little robot.

"Ratchet?" Clank spoke with a cautious tone, sensing a disturbance in the distorted air.

"Clank," Ratchet said in a low pitched snarl. "What did you do?"

Clank lowered his gaze to the floor.

"Something terrible," he replied with remorse. "And reckless. I promise I will fix everything."

"Where's my mom, Clank?"

Clank snapped his focus back to Ratchet.

"Pardon?"

"My mother."

Ratchet turned around. His eyes were flushed with rage and sadness; his fur stood straight up on their ends.

"Does fixing it mean taking her away?" he asked angrily.

Suddenly, a massive quake shook Clank off his feet. The structure began to collapse all at once.

"I'll never forgive you."

Ratchet's seething words cut deep into Clank's body and soul. He glanced down at his hands, his normal left and the new right Rivet had given him. The gold metal shimmered as the hand detached from his arm followed by the bicep, elbow, and forearm one by one. Each part of his body broke into small individual pieces. He watched in horror as the floor gave way and they fell into the neverending void beside his detached head.

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"Sir? Sir!!"

Clank yelled as he was shaken awake by Sigmund, flailing and kicking in a panic. Three Zoni watched on in eerie anticipation.

"It's okay!" Sigmund shouted as he held him down on the grass, having removed him from Aphelion. "It's me! Sigmund!"

In the midst of the confusion, Clank's antenna blinked like it did when Sigmund contacted him. His eyes glowed as his system scanned for a recognized caller ID.

"Rivet," he mouthed, his eyes growing wide with worry.

"Do you have voice mail or something that tells them B-R-B?" Sigmund asked with concern.

"I do," Clank replied.

"Do that and let's practice mindful meditation exercises," Sigmund urged as he helped him sit up.

He positioned himself as he were sitting and held out his arms in a classic meditation stance. Clank pressed a sensor on the left side of his chest to leave the auto-response for Rivet.

"We're on Vapedia right now," Sigmund said. "So this is perfect. Now, meditation isn't so much directing your thoughts but rather allowing what you see and feel to take you on a journey to enlightenment and healing. Ah, the sunlight. How it reflects and evolves my sheen. Such a warm, delicate, loving touch. The breeze tickles my coils and leaves me tingly and wanting to frolic and leap into the trees. Maybe I'll turn into a butterfly. Nothing like a good fluttery flap to fan away the grim reality of the universe collapsing."

However, during Sigmund's mindfulness speech, Clank had spotted particles in the air similar to what was left on Igliak. He felt a tug inside his chest as though they were calling out to him. He held out his hands to touch them.

"AIIIIE!!" Sigmund shrieked, racing towards him. "Sir, don't touch that!! You're not mentally healed!!"

As the particles grazed Clank's palms, holographic images appeared out of nowhere: a parked ship, Ratchet and himself sitting on top, and Alister Azimuth staring into his pocket watch on the side. Sigmund skid to a halt.

"Whoa," he said, astonished. "This is new."

"I'm sorry about your father, Clank," the hologram of Ratchet said sorrowfully. "I should've stopped Nefarious sooner."

"It is alright, Ratchet," the hologram of Clank said. "Dr. Nefarious will pay for what he has done. The only thing that matters now is that we keep the clock safe."

The real Clank stared in shock and awe as the wave of familiarity hit him.

"Don't worry," the hologram of Alister said proudly. "Once the past's been corrected, you'll have the full support of the Lombax Praetorian Guard. The clock will be in good hands."

"You do not understand," the hologram of Clank protested. "Time cannot be changed. Using the clock improperly could rip the very fabric of existence."

"OR it could save an entire race of Lombaxes who risked their lives to defend this galaxy!" the hologram of Alister barked.

The hologram of Ratchet hopped off the hologram of the ship, giving a glance at Alister, then walking ahead with a torn expression.

"Ratchet," the hologram of Clank said. "Remember the Dimensionator? Some risks are not worth taking."

The real Clank trembled as he listened to his own words. He watched the hologram of Ratchet carefully who was looking at his image before making his decision.

"Well, maybe Clank's right," he said in a defeated tone. "If there's a chance it could destroy the universe, the risk is just too great."

"Risk?" Alister said, flabbergasted. "Risk is what makes us who we are!" He stood tall over him.

"Ratchet," he said seriously. "Our kind is lost without us. Think of how many that clock can save. Think of your parents."

Clank's heart broke as he saw Ratchet look to the side in shame and sadness. He reached out to him, but the holograms vanished in the blink of an eye.

"Well I'll be dusted," Sigmund said with astonishment. "We can see events that have happened in the past. I wonder how many more are out there."

Exhausted and downcast, Clank plopped back onto his bottom.

"But first thing's first!" Sigmund declared. He hovered over Clank like a mother hen.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly.

"Ratchet," Clank said shakily. "He wanted another way. I should not have made him choose."

"The greater good isn't going to make everybody happy," Sigmund told him. "The greater good exists because it's for everyone's own good."

"That may be, but Ratchet's feelings are important to me."

"Ratchet won't be around to have feelings if the universe is done for."

"Aaaah!"

Clank held his head in dread.

"I'm sorry!" Sigmund cried. "I overstepped! The mindfulness videos told me to not wait to speak as someone's venting to me!"

Clank stood himself up. He lowered his hands and sighed.

"It is not you," he said. "I just do not understand what has happened to me or why not everyone can have a happily ever after." He got on his knees.

"Uuuum," Sigmund said hesitantly. "What's this?"

"If there is one thing I can ask of you that should not hurt anyone," Clank pleaded. "Ratchet's mother fell through a time portal from when Percival Tachyon hunted the Lombaxes and forced them to scatter across the dimensions. In the original timeline, it is my understanding that she had died anyway. Her staying in the present should not alter it in any way. So please, can she?"

Sigmund floated uncomfortably in place. He looked to the Zoni for guidance. The Zoni enclosed in a circle and consulted with each other. They separated and gave Sigmund a nod. Sigmund nodded in response and turned to give Clank the news. However, he discovered that they weren't alone anymore. A pointy eared figure wearing all black head to toe prepared to strike Clank with a Taser.

"Stranger with a weapon!!" he hollered. He swiftly scooped a stunned Clank in his arms and scurried the other direction. "Run away!!!"

The assassin gave off a green glow and dashed after them, leaving a streak behind him. The Zoni froze him in place in an attempt to hold him off. The assassin was surprised, but it didn't stop him from emitting an EMP blast to send the Zoni flying. As they fell and hit the ground, the Zoni lost their color, their eyes sealing shut.

Once free, the assassin stretched himself out. He removed his helmet revealing a feline like appearance, icy blue eyes, and hair as velvet red as the burning passion for his quest to eliminate his target. His kind was known as the lera. His nostrils expanded to absorb the scent left by Sigmund's motors.

"There," he said to himself.

He jogged to keep on their trail to avoid missing them if he were to use his ability.

#ratchetandclankriftapart #ratchetandclank

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nadjadoll · 3 years

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mega get to know me tag game

I’ve been tagged a bunch of times (mostly by @brucewyane thank you lovely I see and appreciate all the tags!) but also by @chuckhansen @honesthearts @faithchel @bivillains @newgenesis and @noonvvraith, thank you all!

Since I was tagged in so many different about me things I took the liberty of merging some of them especially duplicate questions~

I won’t tag anyone because this is a weird amalgamation of many different tag games...

time: 9:47 am name/nickname: just shiawna, no nicknames at least none i want to mention here afjslks named after anyone?: nope! my dad made my name up birthday: august 14th 1998 gender/pronouns: female, she/her zodiac: leo height: 5′2 eye color: hazel on the side of green nationality: american :/ currently wearing: black turtleneck like a slut, the jeans i wear everyday, yellow socks and my bop harley fuzzy creature slippers song stuck in my head: la vie en rose - edith piaf average hours of sleep: 6-7 special talents?: i can write moderately well i think hobbies?: writing, watching too much tv, daydreaming about fictional characters and loving my oc’s pets?: two cats, gimli and clara! craving: burgers first thing i notice about people: eyes or smile, everyone has such different unique eyes i love it

when did i create this blog: summer two years ago when i needed somewhere to express my love for far cry 5 what do i post: nowadays i mostly post dc, some oc stuff and generally whatever i’m into at the moment, rn it’s the mandalorian last thing googled: “the last of us troy baker” other blogs: i used to have like 3 sideblogs but i couldn’t handle it haha so now i just have this one do i get asks: i do from time to time! i just take waaaay too long to answer them hence why this one is so long asdfhjdsl why i chose my url: i have too much love for harley followers: too many that’s for sure

favorites colors: orange, yellow, pink, blue, red, black bands: first aid kit, saint motel, unloved, roza, the limiñanas, mother mother, bear’s den solo artists: zella day, jacqueline taieb, billie eilish, kaleo songs: cowboy like me - taylor swift, roller girl - anna karina, black madonna - cage the elephant, benny goodman- saint motel, bang bang - nancy sinatra author: honestly couldn’t name any authors right now animal noises: cat chirps when they see a bird or something ice cream: chocolate chip cookie dough

last time i cried: last night out of stress last book: this is so bad but i cannot remember alfdsjsl last movie: last song: broken parable - bear’s den last show: game of thrones dream job: can i just say nothing? i don’t dream of working dream trip: all around europe. particularly england, ireland, france, the netherlands and italy lucky number: don’t think i have one! instruments: i used to know how to play piano in middle school but i quit because it was too stressful for me to keep up with piano homework and school homework, i regret that now though top three fictional universes i'd like to live in: first thing that came to mind was the ghibli-verse, everything is beautiful and mystical and the food always looks amazing what more could you want. harry potter would be cool too because magic, i was thinking about that a while ago and if i were in the harry potter universe i would absolutely want to work with magical creatures. and for number 3 i think would be the dc universe, it sounds awful in theory but like i want super powers and to hang out with the heroes and stuff so i’ll take it have any kids?: heavens no, don’t think i’ll make it long enough to have em use sarcasm a lot?: i do when i’m like talking to myself akhfjhs i try not to around people i don’t know well though because i don’t want to weird them out or make them uncomfortable scary movies or happy endings: happy endings all the way, my life is basically a scary movie so enough of that thanks play any sports?: never and i ain’t about to start anytime soon coffee or tea: coffee but i guess it does depend on the type of tea, if it’s raspberry hibiscus sign me the heck up random: i wish i could get back the feeling of intense joy i had watching the mandalorian for the first time, i was on an all time high and i miss it, nothing could touch me i watched it like 6 times over and over again after i finished it aesthetic: pink and red heart patterns, bright colorful converse with an all black outfit, anything sparkly, plants everywhere, too much blush on, fake freckles, soft curly hair, a layer of cat fur on every piece of clothing, iced coffees all day long, loud music on late at night, pink pink pink, dark circles under eyes, candles on every surface, a million different kinds of pens, stacks of notebooks everywhere all unused, either pink/blue or red/black a la harley quinn

10 songs i’ve been listening to lately:

one way or another - blondie

why do you love me - charlotte lawrence

all of the spirited away soundtrack

crazy train - zella day

long story short - taylor swift

mindplay - roza

magdalene - bear’s den

el paso - marty robbins

bonnie and clyde - brigitte bardot, serge gainsbourg

votre coté yéyé m'emmerde - the limiñanas

my url in song titles: Happiness - taylor swift Alcatraz - oliver riot Rebel heart - first aid kit Lonely gun - cyn Elenore - the turtles Easy livin’ - uriah heep No time to die - billie eilish Queen bitch - david bowie Ultraviolence - lana del rey I could tell you but i’d have to kill you - unloved Na na na (na na na na na na na na na) See me fly - roza Everybody knows - leonard cohen Leave me alone - idkhow

#about me #whew that was a bit of work #thank you everyone for tagging me in these various things! i really do love it! and i'm sorry it takes me so long to answer them :(#i commend you if you actually read all this word vomit #now im off to play fallout 4 yet again

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mrsbhandari · 4 years

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Permafrost

a/n: hi!! ive recently gotten past my block a little bit so ive been able to write more. this is a sequel to Wilt, and i’ll be writing more for this short unplanned series soon!!

words: 1.3k

warnings: language, awkwardness

summary: he’s home for the holidays, and boy is it cold.

It was three in the afternoon when Ajay passed the sign reading “Welcome to Cedar Cove!”, and it was around 3:05 when he pulled into his parents’ driveway, looking the exact same from when he had last visited a few months ago. He hadn’t told anyone but his family about that last visit, but everyone was sure to find out about his current one. He was half excited and half dreading it. Before he got out, he heaved a sigh and tightened his grip on the steering wheel, steeling himself for the inevitability of having to face his friends who mostly decided to stay in Cedar Cove, and even the ones who didn’t still returning home for the holidays.

His suitcase was light in his hands, a testament to the fact that he always packed light. A small flashback to the London trip left as soon as it came, centered on a blonde ponytail and a bright smile. Fuck, it’s been a year and a half. Get over her, he scolded himself and sucked his teeth, choosing to focus instead on the faded yellows and dull oranges of the dead leaves lining the cement path to his door, adorned with a small note.

AT GOLDEN GRIDDLE. JOIN US WHEN YOU’RE SETTLED. YOU KNOW WHERE THE KEY IS! :)

Ajay let out a bitter laugh. Of course it’s the diner. Finding the key under the mat, he set to work getting inside and to his room, both pleased and uncomfortable at how untouched it was. Rather than immediately start unpacking, he dug around in the memories of what felt like his past life, full of pictures and gifts he couldn’t bear to bring with him when he went to New York. His side of the dorm room was bare, but he figured that it was better than filling every inch of his new life with his old one, featuring a girl who probably hated him. He sucked in a breath as that truth came to the front of his mind. Nope, definitely hates me.

The breakup had been sad but swift, since Ajay left the very next day. He never considered himself to be an asshole, but upon watching her weakly beat her fists against his chest as she sobbed against his shirt while he just stood there silently, taking it without a word, he knew that she was going to go home and cut up all the pictures of him that previously cluttered her walls. His legs felt weak as he walked over to his own relationship shrine, a collection of movie tickets, pictures, and notes shared between them that he had never gotten the chance to take down. A music box she gifted him gathered dust on his desk, so he blew it off and wound it up, allowing the light, tinkling notes to play as he placed his clothes back into empty drawers. It was 3:25 when he finished, grabbing his phone from his nightstand and shutting off the light to leave.

It had been months since he’d visited Cedar Cove, but as he drove down the streets he’d grown up on, it seemed that the only thing that changed was the leaves on the trees. The closer he drove to the diner, the more he felt the anticipation and hope that maybe...something else was different.

The parking lot was far more packed than he ever remembered it being, even when teenagers stormed the place after plays and football games. The spot he pulled into was facing the diner, and in the late afternoon sun, he sat in his car and watched the people sitting in the booths through the windows. He spotted his mom, Jim, and Mohit sitting in a booth, his little brother laughing loudly at something his stepfather said. Ajay glanced up and felt his breath catch in his throat.

She changed her work hairstyle, electing to have it in a messy braid that reached down her back. The uniforms had changed, too, now consisting of a simple checkerboard T-shirt rather than the previous solid red. Desperate to keep a low profile the last time he visited Cedar Cove, he refused to even pass by the diner; now he wanted to know everything he’d missed out on because of his pride. Everyone else in the diner was facing away from him, so he couldn’t pick out anyone that could possibly know him. Taking another deep breath, he turned off his car and made his way into the restaurant.

The bell over the door rang obnoxiously as he entered, signaling an arrival he wished to keep quiet. He kept his head down as he walked to wear his family was seated, but quickly looked up after everyone who was facing away from him turned around at once.

“SURPRISE!” a chorus of voices shouted, making him wince as his eyes traveled from face to face. His family was the first group of people to say hi, but they quickly went back to their seats to allow the onslaught of hellos from his friends, who gathered around him expectantly. Erin stepped forward and threw herself into a hug, swaying back and forth to prolong it.

“We missed you, stranger!” she said, laughing at the choir of agreement that erupted from his other friends. Clint and Graham held hands as they waved hello, indicating that Clint really did move on from Rory, who excitedly clasped hands with Ajay. Skye waved a small greeting from her seat at the breakfast bar, still dressed in the dark colors that he remembered her for. Casey called his name from the open kitchen, showing off his cooking skills by flipping a pancake while keeping a conversation up with him. He felt awkward with so much attention on him, but at the same time, he was upset that the one person he wanted to be close to and let ask him invasive questions was refusing to even get near him. Ajay was led to a booth where everyone crowded around him, questioning him about New York and his fancy film school, intent on squeezing every ounce of information out of him.

“Is everyone there super stylish? You’ve changed a lot from last Christmas, Ajay,” Erin prodded, referring to his outfit that didn’t seem to belong in southern Oregon. He laughed and took his jacket off, feeling hot under the inquisitive gazes of his previous classmates.

“I showed up to the first day and immediately felt out of place, so my roommate helped me out.”

“What’s your roommate like?!” Rory asked, leaning their head on their hands to listen.

“Oh, his name’s Nikael. He’s, uh, more into photography. But he’s really cool! You’d like him.”

“What’s the dating scene like?” Ajay’s head whipped to his right and he nearly fell out of the booth in his haste to stand, towering over Bailey as she looked up at him with a blank stare. The entire diner fell quiet, intent on watching what would happen between the two.

“I…” he trailed off, running a hand through his hair. He searched his mind for a response that wouldn’t lead her down the wrong path, but he couldn’t find one. “How’ve you been?”

“Avoiding the question? You don’t need to spare my feelings, Ajay.” She crossed her arms and gave him a cold smile that lasted a split second, but its effects lasted far longer. He struggled to respond when she turned away from him to call out to Casey, who was loading batter into a waffle iron. Ajay suddenly noticed that she had changed from her uniform into normal clothes that made his heart ache, wishing that he could say a word. Instead, all he could do was watch helplessly as she spoke to her brother. “I’m clocking out, Case!” She walked to the door and opened it, ignoring the bell that loudly rang in favor of sending him a glance over her shoulder.

“Bailey, I--”

“Welcome back, Ajay.”

#ajay x mc #ajay bhandari #hssca #hss #hssca ajay #high school story: class act #high school story

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gloves94 · 4 years

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Sunburn [Prince Zuko] 34

Warnings: Rating: PG-13 Pairings: Zuko/OC Summary: “You have everything you’ve always wanted.” “No.” He said softly. “Not everything…” His golden eyes looked at her with a melting intensity she had never witnessed before. “I guess not.” She responded with glassy eyes as tears welled up threatening to break the dam of her eyes.

Sunburn Chapter M A S T E R L I S T

My fan fiction M A S T E R L I S T

Tsai was back in her own personally branded hell.

After what happened yesterday, she couldn’t believe they had returned to hide in the Fire Lord’s summer home in Ember Island out of all places. She had to give it to Zuko it was a clever strategy. Talk about hiding in plain sight.

Of course, that didn’t stop her from complaining all the way there…

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Two Days Ago…

Tsai returned to her tent were her brother lay awake waiting for her with his arms and legs crossed as he sat on top of his bed roll.

“You didn’t tell him… Did you?” He arched an irritated eyebrow.

He had gone to look for his sister in the middle of the night and instead heard loud giggling from the Suki's tent and assumed things had not gone like they had planned.

“No, but I did have a grand time thank you for asking.” She threw her hands up in the air in annoyance. “It’s not the right time Mecha. You can’t rush these things.” she said in defeat before plopping on her own bed roll and hiding hands arms behind her head. “Besides we are in the middle of a war. Hello! Read the room,” She sighed annoyed and rolled her eyes at him.

“So?” He retorted in a smartass tone.

“So?” She repeated in the same tone. “I’m doing this for me. Not for him. I don’t expect anything to happen after.” She inhaled a deep breath and exhaled cooling her head. “I just want him to know. That’s it.”

Mecha was silent for a moment. He didn’t believe that his sister just wanted to get something ‘off her chest’ like that.

“Possum chicken.”

She turned away with an irritated look on her face. She lay in the roll uncomfortably tossing and turning before deciding she couldn’t be in the claustrophobic tent anymore. “I’m going to meditate. Nobody bother me.” She called over her shoulder.

She stepped out into the day and began walking to the opposite side of the miniscule island which suddenly felt much, much smaller. On the way she saw Sokka sitting behind a medium sized bolder playing with a colorful beaded necklace in his hands. He glared at her evilly and she couldn’t help but let out a little smirk.

“Have fun at your sleepover?” He said in an irritated tone.

She couldn’t help but laugh a little. “Sorry you couldn’t join us Sokka. Maybe next time?”

Just then a dark aura passed by the two and both turned to see Katara and Zuko walking towards Aang who was presently feeding Appa some hay. Tsai looked at the prince’s retreating back and nodded to herself in determination. She would do it. She just had to wait for the perfect moment.

“I need to borrow Appa.” Katara demanded when she approached the Avatar.

Aang glanced over his shoulder and looked at her before chuckling slightly. He simply turned to continue feeding Appa.

‘Very funny…’ He thought to himself.

"Why? Is it your turn to take a little fieldtrip with Zuko?" He joked.

"Yes, it is." Katara replied waspily.

‘What?’ Tsai felt her ear twitch in direction of the conversation as she blatantly eavesdropped. Sokka’s shocked expression mirroring her own. Both exchanged a look before approaching the group.

Aang looked between Katara and Zuko in surprise and asked warily, "Uh, what's going on?"

“Yeah-“ The girl with red hair butted nosily. “What is going on?” She asked with her arms crossed over her chest as her eyes suspiciously darted between the two of them.

"We're going to find the man who took my mother from me." Katara stated, a determined look plastered on her furious mug.

Sokka stared at his sister in surprise. He had never seen such a look in her eyes.

“What’s this whole ‘We’ talk?” The other girl narrowed her eyes.

"Sokka told me the story about what happened." Zuko explained from behind Katara. It was then that she noticed the maroon satchel which was swung over his shoulder. "I know who did it. And I know how to find him."

"Um..." Aang frowned at the two, "And what exactly do you think that would accomplish?"

“He’s right.” Tsai nodded wisely almost defensively. “Don’t get me wrong. I’m all for an eye for an eye plan, which means you should go take his mother out not him.”

Katara scoffed and shook her head with a humorless smirk, "I knew you wouldn't understand!" She said to Aang. “And you-“She simply shot the girl a nasty glare.

"Wait, stop." Aang called out pleadingly, hurrying after Katara when she began walking away, "I do understand." He began. "You're feeling unbelievable pain and rage. How do you think I felt about the sandbenders when they stole Appa? Or the Fire Nation when I found out what happened to my people?"

Tsai remained silent deep in thought for a moment. She couldn't imagine the pain that Aang must've felt when not only everything he knew but an entire culture and civilization was wiped out.

Aang reached towards the waterbender and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"I get it.” Aang continued. “It hurts so much inside and all you want to do is make the people responsible hurt just as badly, but Katara, are you sure this is something you want to do?"

“Actually-“ Tsai interrupted. She thought about the inner turmoil she felt whenever she thought about Azula or Fire Lord Ozai and the pain all of those torturous moments brought her and how she wanted to do nothing more but bury that dagger into the princess’s shoulder. She thought about this plan for vengeance that her brother had become obsessed with.

“I take it back. You have my blessing.” She nodded which surprised Katara who was looking at her with a perplexed expression.

“What?” Aang said sharply. “I thought you were on my side!”

“This isn’t about sides,” Tsai nodded her head. “This is about closure.”

“Exactly.” Zuko agreed. “And justice.” He added.

Tsai wouldn’t have necessarily agreed to the latter part. She didn’t have time for this. After all- time was fleeting. They had to be ready for the day of Sozin’s Comet and she still had much more spiritual and physical training to do.

“I know forgiveness is hard,” Aang insisted. “But it’s the first step to healing. Really forgiving means to both forgive and forget.”

She looked away averting her eyes from the Fire Nation’s prince’s. She had forgiven, but not forgotten so was that really forgiving?

“Forgiving isn’t just hard,” Katara said darkly as she began to walk away from the others. “It’s impossible! How can you imply that I forget what he did to my mother?” She turned around feeling betrayed.

“I don’t have time for this.” Tsai said with her eyes closed. The argument suddenly hitting too close to home. She lightly shook her head from side to side as she weighted her words carefully.

She stretched out her hand in an olive branch offering. “I don’t know a lot about anything, but Aang is right. Forgiveness is hard, but killing someone…” She trailed off momentarily weighting out both options. “I just hope you have the strength to do think is best.” She said with a faint smile a sincere one at that. “Good luck, Katara”

Maybe- Maybe just after this there would be peace between them?

Katara starred at her hand as if it was riddled with disease. Then glared daggers at her.

Right… She felt a little better at least knowing that she had attempted to make peace between the two.

Tsai exchanged an odd look with Zuko before she stalked off to meditate in a quieter place on a grassy spread.

She sat with her legs crossed at a distance from the group. Eyes closed as she focused on her breathing. Her hands resting on her knees. She focused her thoughts and emotions. Throughout the days and with much practice she had slowly gotten better and better at her spiritual meditation. She had still never been able to enter the Spiritual World but still progress was progress.

She was so in tune with everything for a moment.

"What was that?" A voice interrupted.

"What was what?" She spoke remaining focused her eyes closed.

"That look?" Zuko insisted.

"What look?" She retorted in avoidance.

"That look you just gave me."

She finally opened her eyes and looked at him. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"I know when you're lying." He crossed his arms over his chest looking at the her.

Luckily Sokka interrupted just in time venting about who knows what. So much for not wanting to be bothered…

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Later that night. A sleepless girl sat back leaning against a rock gazing up at the starless sky. The full moon was too bright for them to be seen. She couldn't help but think of Yue every time she gazed up.

"I knew you'd still be awake."

She yelped a little in surprise and jumped to her feet. She turned to see Zuko who was wearing a dark outfit similar to the one he wore to when she had met him as the Blue Spirit. Putting two and two together she figured he was sneaking out on a heist.

"Yeah, I've been having trouble sleeping…" She said nervously holding her arm.

"For a while now it seems," He noted.

She nodded in agreement. That tension that seem to cling to them like a mist once again present around them.

"Katara and I are going to go hunt for the man that killer her mother. I don't know if you want to come?" He suggested pointing over his shoulder with his thumb. "I'd be nice." He suggested.

He was surprised when she erupted in laughter. His awkwardness was so painful. She held on to her stomach as she tried to stifle her laughs. Careful not to wake anybody else in the camp up.

"You don't have to laugh," He grumbled.

"I'm sorry," She said as she calmed down after a moment. "It's just the way you said it-" She composed herself. Go figure for Zuko to call this type of dark murder mission to be "nice."

"I think I'll pass," she said finally well composed and more seriously. Still a small smile lingered on her features. "Seems kind of personal."

"So," He crossed his arms over his chest and quirked an eyebrow expectantly. "What is it you wanted to say to me?"

She felt as if she had just been struck by lightning. Okay, it was now or never. Phew. She didn't have time to take in a deep breath or do a nervous fidget before word vomiting to him.

"I…" She began. "I…" She froze being unable to let it out.

He looked at her oddly. It almost looked like she was choking on something. Their eyes met and she went from bad to worse. She could feel her face burning from the embarrassment.

"I… Just wanted you to let you know…" She drawled out, avoiding all eye contact.

He starred at her intently as if thinking something really hard. Why did he have to look at her like that? It just made things worse for her.

"That you should be more careful!" She stated bluntly. Turning away from him. "You have to be more careful," she babbled nervously. "I mean-" She scoffed lightly. "What would I tell Uncle Iroh if anything happened to you?" She shook her head and turned back to glare at him. "Can you imagine?"

Zuko knew something was up. It didn’t take a genius to see right past the mask that hid her truths. Regardless he figured it was best not to press and left.

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One Day Ago…

The following day was pretty uneventful. Aang basically spent the entire day pestering everybody with redundantly annoying questions.

"Where do you think they are?"

"Do you think they found him yet?"

"Do you think she did it?"

Honestly, it was very irritating. He didn’t stop even after the Fire Nation siblings got after him and coerced him into working on his firebending skills. Thankfully Zuko returned in the afternoon. He explained everything that happened on their mission and how Katara decided not to kill her mother’s murder. He also said he had thought of a better place where they could hide in the meantime.

"Katara!" Aang exclaimed as he ran down the wooden pier and towards her. "Are you okay?"

Sokka, Zuko and Tsai stood a little behind.

"I'm doing fine." Katara responded in an emotionless voice.

"Zuko told us what you did." Aang said without moving closer he rubbed his head anxiously and corrected himself, "Or...what you didn't do, I guess." He smiled at her back, "I'm proud of you."

Katara straightened and spoke flatly, "I wanted to do it. I wanted to take out all my anger at him, but I couldn't." She closed her eyes sadly and whispered, "I don't know if it's because I'm too weak to do it or if it's because I'm strong enough not to." She put her hand over her heart, "I just know my heart said it was wrong."

"I'm glad you chose not to do it." Aang said after a moment of silence. "Forgiveness is the first step you have to take to begin healing."

Katara stood up, walking towards Aang, an angry frown on her face. "But I didn't forgive him. I'll never forgive him." She looked over at Zuko standing a few steps behind Aang and her expression softened, "But I'm ready to forgive you."

The group behind watched small smiles as Katara walked up to Zuko and stood in front of him for a second before throwing her arms around him in a tight hug. Zuko blinked in surprise and returned the Waterbender's embrace. Pulling away after a few moments, Katara placed her hand on Zuko's shoulder in thanks then walked down the pier towards Sokka and the girl from the colonies.

"Tsai," She said her eyes dropping. "I owe you an apology," Katara said bringing a hand to her chest.

Katara stretched out her hand as a peace offering. An apologetic look on her face. Tsai looked down at it. Almost pensively. It took her a moment before rejecting the handshake.

Katara's eyes widened slightly when instead she felt the warmth of a hug.

“I’m sorry I bit you.”

“I’m sorry I pulled your hair.”

Both girls hugged with sad smiled before pulling away.

"I owe you an apology as well and I hope you got the closure that you needed." The other responded amiably.

The group watched the interaction with light smiles before they retreated to join the rest of the group. Aang sighed glad that there was finally peace and amiability between Katara and the Fire Nationers of the group.

Zuko and Aang watched them go as the group walked back to the beach.

"You were right about what Katara needed. Violence wasn't the answer," Zuko said to Aang quietly.

Aang smiled slightly and nodded his head, "It never is."

"Then I have a question for you." Zuko turned to look at the Avatar solemnly, "What are you going to do about my father?"

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