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#i cannot sit for long i cant bend over i was barely able to get through work today- and like some days are better than others but shit

fanfiction-blep · 1 year

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That's some plant. 2~ Na'vi Miles Quaritch x Fem/Reader

OKAY LETS GO SIMPS.

Warnings: SMUT, High sex, use of substance, ownership kink, dom/sub dynamic, daddy quaritch. (Its gone midnight for me, so this has not been edited)

Okay so when you wake up! He's all smirky.

"Some flower huh?" You blush at the position your in, legs tabled and hand on his bare chest.

"You know you aren't really supposed to eat those raw? that's a really high dose" "No shit" He snorts shaking his head in laughter. "So how do we take it?" "The Na'vi make tea" "Wanna get high?" He has the BIGGEST shit eating grin. He had so many urges and he was just too fogged up due to the plant, he wasn't even able to explain it to you.

Since it was a high dose he just couldn't function which is a good thing cus he totally wanted to fuck you.

So you go over to your cabinet of medical supplies. Find some dried samples of the plant. Putting them in a tea strainer you don't even look at him, you knew what he was thinking. You are just a small shy bean and just need him to take the first step.

You wait patiently for the tea to brew, fiddling with your hands. "so uh the mix is just as potent, just a lower dose" "that's alright by me sweetheart, just wanna see you act as stupid as i did last night" You knew that there was more hidden behind his smirk, by the way he acted last night you're relationship wasn't strictly professional.

When the tea was done you poured it into two cups, and handed him one. "It'll take a minuet to kick in" You blushed as his fingers brushed against your hand. "is all good sweetheart"

OKAy so when it kicks in you get the giggles, Miles is looking around for whatever is so funny. Points to himself and gets all sad and pouty. "why ya laughing at me" He crosses his arms over his still bare chest. "I'm not! I'm so sorry!" You scramble over to him sitting on his lap poking at his chest.

His tail starts thumping on the soft mattress below you both, eyes wide looking up at you. He reaches one of his hands to cup your face, your own tail starts swaying slowly anticipation building in your stomach.

"You are so pretty-" "Thanks you too" He smiles at you and leans his head against the wall behind him, "do you ever think about how weird it is that we glow in the dark" "Oh my gosh! yes! It's so odd" You jump off of him and run to the light switch, throwing the room into darkness. You attempt to walk in a straight line but cannot, causing you to laugh and bend over and place your hands on your knees.

It takes a minuet but you use the bioluminescent freckles dotting Miles chest and arms, to find your way back to the bed his face being the most visible feature to follow. When you climb onto the bed not on his lap this time miles grabs you're hips and pulls you on top of him.

"I want to kiss you so bad, is that okay?" his breath was heavy you could ld see his tongue coming out to brush against your lips. You nod giving him permission. He leans up and places a sloppy open mouthed kiss to your neck. You begin to purr the feeling of his lips sending electricity to your core.

He leaves more kisses and then starts rubbing his cheek and head against your own, craving the feeling of your skin on his. You involuntarily start grinding down on him and he looses his damn mind.

Rutting up into you're clothed core. Moaning and whining. "Ya so pretty, so good to me" He runs the tips of his fingers down your arms and you cant handle it anymore you need his hands everywhere.

You pull your shirt off your heaving chest and pull your shorts off your long legs. More freckles that cover your body becoming visible to the marine who was no palming himself through his sweatpants.

It was like a road map to him. he wanted to trace every spot and freckle with his mouth.

AND THAT HE DID

He makes you lay down, you wanted to grind on him some more. He leaves a trail of kisses starting at the nape of your neck all the way down to the line of your panties. here he looked up at you unable to see your expressions clearly he needed you to talk.

"I want to touch you, I need to taste you" You simply nodded running your hands over his head clumsily

He rips off your underwear, try and convince me otherwise I dare you.

So he is so sloppy and lazy with giving you head, he takes his time trying to make sure he is making you feel good but due to you both being high as a kite the shared expressions was incredible. All the different senses that are heighted by the plant allowing you to orgasm twice, and you taste like the best meal he has ever had due to the plant.

When he is satisfied that he has eaten you out well enough. He steps off the bed and kicks off the sweat pants, the spots and freckles extended down to his throbbing erection so even in the dark you could see how much he is going to stretch you. He climbs back onto the bed clumsy and laughing to himself a deep rumbling purr growing in his chest as he licks and sucks the skin leading up to your lips.

The first time he kisses you on the mouth is so passionate, it is deep and takes your breath away. You hold onto him hands fidgeting in a desperate attempt to pull him closer. The feeling intoxicating, causing you to grind up against him. Bare skin of your core leaving traces of your arousal against him.

The GrOWls PLEASE

He takes your writs in one hand and holds onto his cock with the other guiding it to your entrance. He pushes the head inside you leaning down to kiss you, swallowing the moans that leave your mouth as he pushes in slowly, inch by inch.

The mewls and whines that leave your mouth make him loose his mind. The plant has intensified every sensation up by ten so the feeling of your walls fluttering around him was almost to much. Him even still inside you was too much and you had to fight back the urge to thrust upwards.

"Please, daddy, Please I need you to fuck me" He leans his head in the nape of your neck and starts moving his hips slowly. "Feel so good for me, my pretty lil thing" Your head is pushing hard against the pillow at the pleasure he is giving you.

Then You start getting real close. "Please I'm so close" He starts snapping his hips into yours at a rapid harsh pace. "Ya gonna cum on my cock? huh ya gonna scream for daddy?" You nod whining at the new pace mixed with the plant still in your situation leaving you unable to talk. "Common who's you're daddy? Who ya belong too Princess?" He removed his hands from your wrist's and starts holding onto your hips.

It's too much you can barely respond to his words before you clamp down spasming underneath him. a strangled "Fuuuck Daddy" fell from your lips followed by incoherent cries. Miles followed close behind you. Pulling out and cumming on your stomach. it only took him a few seconds to try and find a cloth of tissue to clean you up.

He didn't even bother to turn on the lights before he climbed onto the bed and pulled the blanket over the both of you. Kissing the side of your head. Both of you purring intensely.

"You were right, that is some flower" You giggled before falling asleep in his arms again.

#avatar quaritch #avatar 2 #avatar the movie #avatar the way of water #avatar #miles quaritch smut #na’vi quaritch #miles quaritch #colonel quaritch #recom quaritch #quaritch x reader #quaritch smut #colonel miles quaritch

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introloves · 3 years

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jax....i would like to discuss alpha!meian claiming omega!reader when she comes around the other msby alphas like i cannot get it off my brain!! i just think he would mark you in the most possessive ways GDOHEHEKS

alpha! meian + a.b.o dynamics + possessiveness + jealousy + marking + scenting +clothing ripping + public sex (locker room) + sweaty sex + knotting + creampie + accidental exhibitionism + f! reader

— word count; approx 1.4k

the routine after a heavy game like this is usually detonated by heavy glances from meian. you’re signaled to stick close right after games- he knows the thick heat of mostly alphas hangs heavy in the air, knows that even though you belong with him, to him, the heavy pang of jealousy is still there.

there’s games where it's easier, where the scores aren’t as tied as they are now, days where him and his team win and it's no time at all before he takes you home, sweat lined face pressing against your neck while his massive form curls down onto you.

he says it's easier for his scent to stick right after a game, maybe it's the endorphins and pheromones pumping through his body, consciously streaming out heavy and warning notes of his smell, an intimidation tactic that he usually wins.

meian is just so… big and strong, he’s the poster child of what an alpha should be, of what a fertile, loving, caring, protective alpha is.

all those characteristics melt down into one capable man that has you to take care of now, he’s proud to have you and sometimes that translates into jealousy- like now.

he could have sworn you were right next to him, needing your body close to him after such an intense game.

it's pure luck for everyone else that he's so tall, not needing to barrel through bodies in order to find you. there’s that tight ball of anger forming when he sees the backs of bokuto and atsumu, hands outstretched to receive water bottles they probably asked for, but that’s not your job.

with three steps, he’s on them both, thick hand- red and heated from all the spike’s he's deflected clamping down around the napes of their necks- he can see and smell the way they bristle with the contact, ready to fight before his own scent lays heavy over them, settling back down into meek little pups, knowing to bow down to the older and stronger alpha.

“why are you askin’ her for water?” he questions lowly, eyes pinned on you- no anger there while he gazes down at you, just pure love and want. his voice is a deep rumble, however, clearly displeased.

“t-the trainers busy!” atsumu balks, and you look at him with wide eyes, usually it's best for them to stay quiet and let him run his course, but atsumu is still pumped up from the victory.

you look back up at meian and your own knees go weak with his lowly growl, watch as they try and get away, but the hands digging into their backs only further push them down- it’s an embarrassing act, everyone surrounding them intently reacting to an alpha that strong make a brazen act of dominance.

they both kneel easily, bowing their heads, only letting up when he walks to you- bending down and kissing your precious, now pouty mouth- cupping a heated face with his big, rough hands.

“time to go?” you question sweetly, enough so that he calms down- grinning deeply against your mouth before nodding, his cock already swelling with the promise behind your carefully covered intentions.

because as much as he needs to take claim, you're the one who always initiates it, batting lashes at him with every glance towards you in the stands, soft hands curling hard into his jersey when he runs to you and scoops you up- it's all there, the need for your big, strong man.

he decides that this time around he’s the one who simply cant wait, tugging your hands through the halls of the gym, careful to not hurt you- but walking with authority and his chest puffed out in pride.

there’s a soft look to his eyes while he sits down on the bench of the locker room, thick thighs splayed out beneath his silky looking black uniform- still gleaming with sweat.

the harsh glare from beaming lights just makes him look so good, it's easy to fit your body against his own, already throbbing with just feeling his half hard cock against you.

roaming hands find themselves splayed over your back in support and slowly inching up your neck to hold there, all the while nosing along the pulse point in your neck, tongue so thick and wet licking lines to the sensitive skin beneath your ear.

he relishes with every whine tumbling forth from your lips, whining already and wiggling so cutely- you smell good, changing into an overwhelming, mouthwatering scent that makes his mouth water and cock jump harshly.

“s-shugo, please!” you gasp, his teeth slowly grazing over your shoulder, making sure the side of his still sweaty face runs along the side he’d just licked at.

it’s his job to listen well to your pleads, quickly tugging his cock from his uniform, standing upright with how hard he is, swollen at the base with his thick knot, painting your tummy with precum that you whine should be inside you.

he chuckles with how greedy his precious girl is, nodding in agreement, watching your eyes widen when his hands reach down to your ass, blunt nails digging into the roundness of it- all before catching the material and tearing you free for him.

your mind all but blanks with the display of impatience, barely able to register the way he picks you up off his thighs and onto his cock, pulling you down so good the swell of his knot lays tight against your throbbing cunt.

there’s no build up, not when his mind is this overrun with the dizzying, wet heat of your cunt, barely letting him breathe.

hands eagerly gripping your side to pick you up, settling just the swollen tip of his red cock inside, watching with lidded and a predatory gaze pinned to you, watching and hearing you hiccup as he impales you down on his cock over and over.

the pleasure of him using you like this so very apparent to your already teary eyes, unfocused, wandering to his eyes and down to his lips over and over.

it doesn't take long at all for you to cum, legs pinching, squeezing around his hips in order to have him relent just a little while you cum all over him, heated gushing cum of yours painting the swollen base of his cock so well- running down to messily cover the wiry hair there as well.

this is when you look sweetest, head tipped back, swollen, battered walls nearly squeezing his still throbbing cock into you.

it's also when he thinks it's easier to pull you down, shoving the tight swollen knot into the still pulsing into your cunt, hand coming up to pull your spasming body down, wanting to feel your stretched, soaked, puffy lips against his balls.

leaning to seal a messy, and clumsy kiss to your panting mouth, wanting to swallow down any and all whines, small screams finally tumbling forth when you feel the stretch of him.

watery eyes just pinched tight, feeling the grumble of a lowly howl when his cock swells- spilling cum up your battered walls, his knot securely sealing any of it inside.

the locker room sways when your eyes finally open, eyes wide while he stretches you with his cum.

it feels so thick- his knot, thick cum, hand still pulling you nice and tight to him you can barely breathe.

there’s nothing said, he knows you take him well- you’re made for his cock, made to satiate the burning need swirling deep in his stomach. leaning down to plant his forehead onto your own, he coos at your still dumbed out expression.

“my good girl, sweet baby.” meian pants, fingers securely digging into your side- tongue reaching out to lick at your feverish skin, catching your cheek- corner of your mouth in a soothing motion.

there's nothing else you can focus on when you're like this, shaking while the throbbing knot settled deep inside you, the one he’s shoved in keeps you nice and still.

he keeps you like this, minutes ticking by before it finally deflates, licks increasing in frustration, when his hot cum leaks down onto him.

your own body weak to his movements, letting him care for you like he knows.

there’s the presence of his team standing outside the room, he knows this- can smell it, but they'll just have to wait until he cleans you up to change. sharp ears picking up the sound of increased panting.

him being balls deep inside you- there’s no jealousy this time, only an unbridled pride when he realizes they all heard how well an alpha fucks his baby.

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secretsniper3 · 3 years

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Part 2: Wet..

I wake, rolling over my alarm says 08:00, my day starts now. Blinking and drinking in my surroundings im surprised that im not bound anymore, Master probably released me from my situation before he too went to sleep, makes sense since I still have my morning routine to do. Spreading my thighs my hand creeps under the sheets and massages my clit, moisture instantly wetting my fingers as i rub up and down, fingers dancing expertly over my throbbing clit, being denied for so long my reaction is second nature now as my back arches up off my bed as my hand continues its assault on my senses. 1 edge moments later my mind abuzz with desire. Another edge, 3 to go and my morning can really begin. On and on my fingers go, dancing circles around my needy clit. Stopping just shy of another orgasm, 3 edges down. Pushing a finger and then another into my wet pussy I rub the walls and pull out seconds later. 4 edges down, returning my fingers to my box as my other hand clutches my breast, back still arched high, I slams down to the bed and thrusts my hands to my pillow. 5 edges done.

Climbing out of bed I go and brush my hair and then my teeth. A outfit is already laid out by my Master. A latex sleeveless shirt and matching pants, black high heels and a corset. My day will clearly be a tough one for me. Looking around I cannot find anything even resembling underwear. Knowing my punishment would be beyond measure if I were to dress my pussy myself I don my latex outfit for the day. Shirt, then the pants, sliding easily up my smooth legs as my juices made for handy lubricant. Pressing the latex on my pussy I pause. A simple deep breath removes my hand from what I know is forbidden to me now my morning edges are complete. Sitting on the bedside I clip my heels on so it doesnt fall off and put on my corset, only being able to loosly cinche it without help.

With great care, I walk out my bedroom door, slow paces in my high heels, my pussy rubbing against the latex with every step sending chills down my spine making my mind drift to my little buzzer throbbing away relentlessly. down the stairs, Master was waiting for me. Standing before him I assume my position on my knees, legs open palms up, head down.

“Good morning Master” I say keeping my head low.

“Morning my dear, sleep well i hope, i have a few fun things for you to enjoy today” my Master sounds eager.. its a little unsettling.

Standing up at his command I follow him to the dining room. Breakfast is already served. Im stunned, something is going on and Im concerned by what this means, my Master has almost never made breakfast for me. Heading to my seat I spot it. A large dildo, right where my pulsing pussy would lay, with my Masters guiding hand I ease down onto the large toy. The latex over my pussy parting at the intrusion! how could I not notice that gap when I put it on?? sliding down the thick cock my pussy serving to lubricate it all the way to the base. With a wet shlop Im completely full and I havnt even touched my bacon and eggs! perhaps a drink to calm my nerves, as I take a large gulp I feel warm.. a little too warm. Looking to my Master, he confirms my suspicions by raising his own glass. My pussy now spasming around the dildo as the aphrodisiac runs its course as I lean forward and stifle a moan.

My Master laughs at my situation. “Eat up my dear, your going to need your strength.” he says sending a flurry of chills down my spine leading right to my throbbing womanhood! gasping for air I raise a shaking hand to my fork and eat my food, likely spiked as well.. yes, its spiked. With each piece I swallow I feel the heat burn hotter, like a raging inferno my body craving the 1 thing my mind knows it must never have without consent! finishing my drugged meal my Master takes me by the hand and raises me up. Stopping several times to prevent a unauthorised orgasm. Leading me to the play room I see a device I have never seen before but it scares the hell out of me.

Standing, or lying in the middle of the room is a series of Stock restraints circling a large padded seat, leading me over to it, my Master lays me down flat. locking my wrists in their own personal Stock holders, followed by my ankles. Breathing faster at this development and my need constantly rising im hoisted in the air by the cushion im laying on, my restraints following suit. Standing beside me my Master reveals more holes in my latex, a hole per nipple with which he inserts a suction cup with a wire and covering it with the latex again, leaving just the wire exposed. moving down to my clit he reveals a suction cup, its thin and long and now, attached to my maddening, throbbing buzzer, he begins pumping. My eyes fly open in a combination of fear and arousal as my clit starts to get sucked into the tube, further and further its pulled from its hood till I feel it. Something hard is touching my clit, looking down Im greeted with a wire, pressing the tip of my isolated clit with the means to make me thrash around were I not restrained already. My drug ridden mind flooding with thoughts of my soon to be, hellish day that started too calmly as my Master slides a thick metal cock into my ass. I cant see it but I can bet theres a wire attached to it as well.

Moving to my head Master puts a dildo gag in my mouth and a latex hood over my head, my long red hair pulled through the back and the hood sealed tight. I cant see, I can barely hear and I can only weakly moan around this toy in my mouth, and as my thoughts go to the toy in my mouth, it expands, and again, and again! My mouth now completely full with cock my pleas and moans now a dull grunt, barely audible to those outside my hood. My pussy feels cold air, Master has moved the latex away from my drooling slit, heat radiating off my hungry hole, I breathe deep as Master presses his tongue against my slick folds. If I could scream, I would have. instead my legs tremble uncontrollably and my arms spasm, locked in my restraints thats all I really can do. Master licks again and again drawing more fluid from me. My breathing now very audible as air rushes in and out through my nose, Then I feel it. its coming, shit IM CUMMING! and then.. pure agony. My nipples cop it first, but only by microseconds, as they light up with electricity, followed by my ass and worst of all, my throbbing clit. My eyes shoot up into my skull as Im torn down from the plateau I was cresting mere moments ago! My pussy spasms in need as my Masters tongue only redoubles its assault knowing he has me, right where he wants me.

A full hour passes, and Masters Tongue leaves my pussy as another orgasm is slammed away by the electricity as this setup is designed to deny, not reward so I scream into my inflated cock gag. A few moments pass by idle as Im left to stew in my burning need, electricity occasionally zapping my nipples to make sure im denied release from my drug fuelled arousal. I hear Master say something outside my latex hood, I cant make out the words but he seems to know that I was only moments from cumming just now and thats led his to this pause to let me calm down, if that were possible with the drugs coursing through my veins and the intoxicating latex still coating my body and head Im swimming in a sea of arousal and Im not allowed to cum even a little even in my intense exhaustion im allowed only this peace of not being dragged kicking and screaming to more denial! A familiar sensation returns as Masters tongue reaffixes itself to my Labia and once again im lit of with electricity as another orgasm is beaten back, Round 2 begins.

2 Whole hours of torturous orgasm denial at Masters hands and tongue pass as im finally lowered to the ground, it only took a minute to unlock my limbs from the hellish devices that held me down, and another minute to free my ass, nipples and clit from their own hellish devices. A flick to the clit confirms Im still conscious. My Master picks me up and carries me to the nearby lounge, there he removes my hood and gag, and rests my head on his lap and runs his fingers through my sweat soaked hair. Stripping me of my latex suit, leaving only my heels on he continues my massage, as I regain my senses slowly.

“Master.. Thank you for training this slave to serve” I say weakly, as he cups my cheek with his tender hand, I roll over and fish out his throbbing cock and begin sucking, after all that pain and denial i need something I love, i need Masters cum in my mouth to savour the taste then swallow like the Good Slave I am. Eventually im rewarded with a mouthful as i drink every drop im given and swallow, it really is delicious to me now, I cant go back to a normal life, I belong to my Master.

Taking me to the loungeroom Master instructs me to edge for my lunch. A simple task but as he turns to leave he gives me the number. 30 edges.. My pussy pulses again and the flood gates reopen, I still havnt had that orgasm my body just remembered it was desperate for. oh god could I really do 30 in a row without stopping or spilling over? My Master seems to think so. Already days into my denial and with drugs wracking my brain I begin my edges. It only took a hour but I finally got them all. Another dose of drugged lunch and Im back to normal, if horny out of my mind is normal. The rest of my day is fairly standard compared to my morning training, part of me wants to do it again but not any time soon.

Pleasuring my Masters cock I polish his shoes after that in my favourite maid outfit, remembering to always bend at the waist, never the knees, my Master loves a good show. My daily chores complete Im taken to the shower and cleaned by my Master, taking great care not to rub over my pussy too hard. A lovely steak for dinner with some wine, I could hardly taste the drug in that wine, but my pussy sure felt it. My Master, eager to set me to bed attaches a chastity belt tightly to my pussy. I dont see the point as I would never touch without permission.. right?

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secretsniper2 · 3 years

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Part 2: Wet..

Climbing out of bed I go and brush my hair and then my teeth. A outfit is already laid out by my Master. A latex sleeveless shirt and matching pants, black high heels and a corset. My day will clearly be a tough one for me. Looking around I cannot find anything even resembling underwear. Knowing my punishment would be beyond measure if I were to dress my pussy myself I don my latex outfit for the day. Shirt, then the pants, sliding easily up my smooth legs as my juices made for handy lubricant. Pressing the latex on my pussy I pause. A simple deep breath removes my hand from what I know is forbidden to me now my morning edges are complete. Sitting on the bedside I clip my heels on so it doesn't fall off and put on my corset, only being able to loosely cinch it without help.

“Good morning Master” I say keeping my head low.

“Morning my dear, sleep well i hope, i have a few fun things for you to enjoy today” my Master sounds eager.. its a little unsettling.

#Stories #Custom

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ivyfics · 6 years

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Needed Reminder - Kinktober 2018 # 1

Giving away that they know each other is the last thing they should be doing. Actually, Kuroo rubbing himself against Kei while several high ranking lords of the region wine, dine and drown in debauchery rooms away from them is literally the last thing they should be doing.

Kinktober prompt: Angry sex/ Costume/ Almost getting caught

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Paring: Kurotsukki Additional tags: Porn with feelings, grinding, handjobs, established relationship.

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“I literally,” he grits out, “cannot believe you.”

“U-huh.”

“I can’t believe this. Or me. What do I see in you?”

“Yeah.”

“Of course. Of course, you aren’t listening to me. You’re too busy jerking off while we’re undercover,” Kei hisses, turning his back to bear his teeth at his partner.

“Can’t help it. You look too good in that.” Kuroo cants his hips against Kei’s backside harder, pushing him against the wall with more force. “Ah. Push your ass out a little more,” he says. Doesn’t wait for Kei to do so, but uses his hands to pull at his hips and reposition the curve of his back into a deeper arch. “Yeah, like that.”

Kei rolls his eyes before he gets the distinct feeling of something hot and hard grinding against his flesh through the flimsy see-through layers of fabric that adorn his hips. His face goes as red as the strips of chiffon adorning his body. He’s trying his best to be unaffected by this whole 'slamming you against the wall and fucking you with our clothes on' thing Kuroo’s got going on right now, but it’s hard. Really hard.

Maybe, if they weren’t in the middle of a mission to recover intel on a ring known to abduct mages and force them into service, he’d be very much more okay with dark-corridor groping. Or if Kuroo wasn’t pretending to be a trader on the darker side of things looking for a good deal and a gold payoff. Or if Kei wasn’t pretending to be a stuck up royal bitch with a wealthy patron paying for exclusive rights to groping and other various things in order to avoid someone else thinking they could claim that privilege.

Giving away that they know each other is the last thing they should be doing.

Actually, Kuroo rubbing himself against Kei while several high ranking lords of the region wine, dine and drown in debauchery rooms away from them is literally the last thing they should be doing.

Kuroo’s reaction to his attire is over the top.

The outfit—if it can even be called that—is a traditional first dancer’s costume, one that Kei has only worn once before when he was trying it on. The top barely covers his nipples. It focuses more on the ribbons crisscrossing over and around his arms, from shoulders to palms, covered in detailed and intricate beadwork that solidified his false claims of being a dancer legacy needing shelter. The bottom is wide and flowy, the opacity dwindling to nothing but sheer red when it reaches his ankles.

After weeks of living in close quarters with the other dancers, they finally trust him and his “natural abilities” (as Yamaguchi calls him faking his way through everything) enough to let him don it for an event. They made him share first line with the annoying redheaded shrimp and the vain lead with floofy hair for his first official dance with the troupe.

Nevermind that said vain bitch is also undercover but pretending not to be. Kei can spot someone lying low a mile away. As long as there’s no trouble—or worse yet, a leak—it’s none of Kei’s business who is who and what they’re doing.

Wet trailing over the bare skin that peeks out from his matching undergarments breaks Kei out of his daydreaming. He did not. He did absolutely not!

“Kuroo, is that your bare dick on my ass? Don’t you dare get this dirty. I won’t be able to look Yachi in the face ever again.”

He really wouldn’t. There’s something about Kuroo’s cum that marks clothing forever. Kei’s had to magick clean two borrowed outfits before, Yachi’s knowing eyes haunting him forever. He can’t go through with a third one, not without sacrificing the smallest bit of dignity he has left.

Freaking cat spirits and their need to mark everything.

Just as he’s about the say something along the lines of ‘This is not a great idea’ Kuroo’s hips gain traction. His hands spread Kei’s ass as much as they can and his cock fits against Kei’s hole in a way that has him unable to bite back the loud moan that escapes him. Kuroo’s thrusts get harder and Kei’s feels lucky that his costume doesn’t have bells attached like Hinata’s or they’d be caught immediately.

Seeing as this far south dancers are property of the High Lord, it wouldn’t do them any good to have someone walk in on them and have Kuroo arrested and publicly humiliated, no matter how much Kei wants to wring his neck at the moment.

It’s not like Kuroo is the only one suffering from the distance. Kei is having a hard time too. He’s sharing quarters with two dozen other people, there’s no time or place for him to let off any steam. He hasn’t been able to come at all since he went undercover, most of his time spent trying to gather information to report back. In the spare moments he has time to think about anything other than the mission, he’s wallowing about being so far away from his mate. He’s feeling the stupid cat-spirit-mate-bond separation bullshit too but he doesn’t go about humping people against walls in the middle of a banquet when they’re supposed to be gathering intel.

Kuroo hips haven’t stopped and now Kei is hard against his very tight undergarments meant to conceal this very thing. Fuck.

“You can fuck me when we get out of this. You are aware of that, right?” He asks, because on missions like this sometimes Kuroo forgets there’s an end to them. That it will stop, and he and Kei will be back to sharing a bed, and a life, and fucking entirely way too much for the comfort of the people sharing a campsite with them.

Kuroo grunts. “Not the same.”

“How the hell not?”

“Now is now, then is then. I’ll fuck you then, anyway.”Kuroo’s hips jerk, pull a muffled moan out of Kei. “Get my cock in that tight hole of yours. Fuck into you until our bed is filthy. Wake up next to you smellin’ like me.”

Kuroo is frantic. His fingers sink into the meat of Kei’s hips and sting. Claws have come out, unbidden by the looks of it, summoned by sheer desperation. It doesn’t hurt. It makes Kei ache a little over how bad it’s gotten on Kuroo’s end. “Kuroo—”

“This is the last one. I’m gonna get you a place, a real one. Nice, too. Stop wandering around looking for trouble. Going to fuck you every day. Live with you—”

Kuroo’s voice is raw. He needs this, needs physical evidence that what they have is reality. “Tetsu—”

Any tenderness sprouting from his heart dies at the sound of a guard's boots against the stone floor. Around the corner, if his hearing is right.

Fear kills his boner and spikes his anger.

Shielding them is easy, doing it in a way that doesn’t trigger the alarms for anything more than low-level magick is a lot harder. Kei keeps it at a level that would be easy for a dancer to have out of sheer skill and the single afternoon he practiced for something like this.

Not quite like this, but some time where he’d need more than wit to get by. Round and wavering, it blinks into existence around them and shimmers with instability for three exact seconds that Kei doesn’t feel his face and feels every inch of the bare cock against his ass. It settles, a barely-there yellow shine to the borders that will keep any sound inside it hidden from the outside. Anything even a hair more than this will trigger the charms he’s heard of from the maids gossiping and lead every guard around the perimeter right to them.

Kei is angry at everything. At the lot of them. At the guards who keep the status quo and look the other way. At the dancers who stopped fighting, who gave up. At the High Lord for thinking himself above the lives of others.

At being the one who’s wed to a man that couldn’t leave this alone.

He’s angry at himself, for being unable to keep out of this, to not be able to do as everyone else does and look the other way. He wishes he didn’t care. That he could see this happen and feel nothing, have no impulse of his legs to help, no twitching of his magick calling out to right a wrong.

He’s angry that he loves it; the mystery, the tricking, the outsmarting. The moment when can taste victory.

Kei is angry at all of this, and all of that, but there’s no solving it. Instead, he focuses all of his energy in the fact that he’s angry at Kuroo for making him think about it all, for breaking his will to not feel any of it. Kuroo is right in front of him.

Twisting his body, he untangles Kuroo’s hands still on his hips. They’re face to face, Kei’s back pressed to the coolness of the stone. Kuroo’s face is focused on the bend of the corridor and not on his hard, leaking cock out for everyone to see.

Kei’s thumb grabs his chin and swivels it with force. “Get over here.”

“Tsuk—”

Kei covers Kuroo’s mouth with his free hand. Does it hard, enough for the sound to echo around the bubble Kei’s put around them. He doesn’t know how long the shield will last before he’s forced to shut it down.

Kei leads Kuroo against the wall and grabs his cock, feels the shock and the moan vibrate against his palm. Makes a fist and jerks slow and hard. Strokes mean. Pours all his frustration into it. Every instance he’s had to sit there and think about Kuroo. All the times he’s had to suck it up for the sake of what they’re doing. All those moments where he’s scared, and lying, and alone.

They have put so much on the line, put themselves in harm's way.

He’s had to deal with the fact that Kuroo could die any day pretending to be something he’s not with people who oppose everything he stands for and Kei wouldn’t even know. He wouldn’t hear about it for days, stuck in a room with people in shitty situations and no hope left in their gaze.

And they’re going to risk it, for what?

For a quick backroom fuck?

Kuroo’s fangs come out. They nick his palm just enough for it to sting and Kuroo laps the blood with a whine. The neediness from before translates into Kuroo’s face, in the pinch of his brow. He uncovers Kuroo’s mouth to wipe the single tear tracking down his cheek.

“Kei—I’m,” Kuroo stammers.

Kei goes harder. Put his thumb against the head of Kuroo’s cock, purple and slick, and slides it hard. Keeps him on edge just a tad because he knows how. He’s the keeper of that knowledge and Kuroo needs a reminder.

He’s not about to give this up so easily. They’re stronger than that.

Kuroo comes all over Kei��s hand with a choked groan and stuttering hips.

Kei owns this. No amount of resigned dancers or piss-poor High Lords snatching people up is going to take this away from him.

Kuroo stands there. His chest is expanding quickly, cheeks flushed and rosy, sweat glistening in the low light.

It’s not enough.

Kei holds up his dirtied hand to Kuroo’s face.

Kuroo’s tongue is rough. Little pricks scrape Kei’s fingers, lapping up every drop of white slow. He goes about it carefully, reverently, going over every finger, his palm, to that stray drop running down Kei’s arm until his skin is pink from the attention.

Kuroo finishes with a slow kiss to Kei’s palm. His eyes are closed, his breathing even.

It’s cathartic. A reassurance that they’re together right now. Still each other’s, even if they have to pretend otherwise in front of everyone else. He hopes it’s enough for Kuroo’s heart to settle back down.

Kuroo sighs against him. “Thank you. Sorry.”

He rolls his eyes and tucks Kuroo back in his breeches. “Let’s go, before we get murdered.”

Kei keeps his anger away in a box. Wraps strings around it tight, until there’s nothing in his heart but calm. He’ll use it when the time comes. Fuel his magick with it, with Kuroo’s desperate face. Now there’s no place for it.

Kuroo fiddles with his dancer’s costume—and that’s what it is to him, no matter how genuine it might be—until it’s clear that he’s stalling. He gives Kei a lopsided smile that is more half real than not and takes a step back. Then another. Kuroo steps back until the very edge of the bubble. The distance between them is a proper one. A respectful one between a fine standing merchant and taken dancer. One to prevent misunderstandings.

They’re excellent at what they do. Kuroo transforms, his eyes detached.

Kei hates it.

“Tetsurou, I love you so much,” he says. Lets the shield drop immediately after.

Kuroo’s indignant expression at his inability to respond makes him hate the space between them a little less.

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#kinktober 2018 #kinktober #kurotsuki #Kuroo Tetsurou #Tsukishima Kei #haikyuu!!#magick au

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Love on Fire - Chapter 7

Zuko sat absolutely still by Shira’s bedside. One of her pale cold hands held safe in his, his lips perpetually pressed against her knuckles, his eyes never leaving his face.

“I don’t know how Shira,” he whispered. “I would if I knew how to but…. You are the only one who saw our past and there is no time. I cannot go to Novah and find the answers. By the time I do Aang could be dead, Azula could have the throne and…. you could be dead.” The boy buried his face in her hand, his shoulders beginning to shake in sobs. “I told you that if the baby survived, it would help me overcome your death should you ever die but….. now that it is happening….. I don’t think I can go on even with the children.” Almost immediately after he said that, little Rekka began to cry and Zuko looked up from Shira.

“Please stop crying,” he pleaded.

When the baby didn’t obey, he got to his feet and approached the crib. Zuko looked down at Rekka’s little scrunched up face as he cried, clenching his fist. Zuko looked around, hoping Katara was around to show him how to calm him down but they weren’t.

Finally, Zuko saw no other choice and bending down, scooped up the boy awkwardly. When he finally managed to get Rekka into his arms, the little boy stared up at Zuko like he had just been given the whole world on a platter.

“He loves you, you know,” a voice remarked from behind him.

Zuko spun around to see Toph standing in the doorway, a smile on her face.

“How do you know?” he asked.

Toph smiled, “I can read his vibrations. The moment you picked him up he calmed down. I can tell when someone holds an affection, adoration or love for another. Gosh I had to listen to it whenever I listened to you or Shira’s vibrations. He knows that you are his father.” Zuko turned and looked down at little Rekka who was still looking up at him with big amber eyes. Slowly the little baby reached up with his chubby little fist and touched Zuko’s scarred cheek that was slightly damp from tears that he had yet to wipe away.

“Zuko….” Toph whispered. “What is….” Zuko barely heard her for at that moment, he saw Rekka’s eyes close and he felt a strange sense of peace wash over him…. Like the worry was erased from him and…. His tears seemed to retract like someone had pressed rewind. “No way,” Toph whispered. “I sensed his heartbeat pick up…. And your heartbeat relaxed…. it was like he….” “Healed me,” Zuko whispered. “But I thought….Toph, does that make him and Izumi….” “I wouldn’t be surprised,” Toph replied. “If they were the next generation of Yin and Yang.” “But how can he heal?” Zuko insisted. “The Yin and Yang cannot have their powers unless the Yin and Yang before them pass their powers down or one of them dies…Toph…. Is Shira…” “She’s still breathing,” Toph replied. “So that’s not the answer…. I think that the Yin and Yang do not have the full limit of their power till it is handed down, but they have some abilities. I mean, you could fire bend before the Yin was passed to you.” Zuko frowned, “And Shira could ice bend before she could star….” When Zuko stopped, Toph listened to his heartbeat and found that it was racing much faster than before. “What is it?”

“Toph…. If I am the Yin…. Does that mean I can… bend light?” Toph paused, “Well not starlight because that is Shira’s expertise…. But I thought you could sun light bend.” “And you never thought to mention it?” Zuko asked, setting the now calm Rekka down in his crib.

“I thought you knew!” Toph objected. “Why aren’t you asking till now?” “Because Shira can heal using star light correct?” Toph nodded, “Yeah…. She helped heal my feet….” Zuko nodded, “That is the answer.” Before Toph could ask what he meant, Zuko had strode across the room to Shira’s bedside and removing the blanket from her, had scooped her up into his arms. Toph quickly rushed after Zuko, calling out to Katara to keep an eye on the twins.

“Where are you going?” the girl asked.

“To the sunrise,” Zuko replied, walking faster.

Toph managed to keep up with Zuko even though his legs were twice as long and his strides longer than hers. When she caught up to him, he had stopped outside the camp with a perfect view of the horizon, the sun barely peeking up over the side.

Zuko slowly dropped to his knees, still cradling the unconscious Shira in his arms. He laid the girl over his lap, so her head was resting in the crook of his arm, her face facing his chest. Reaching up with his free hand he cupped her cheek and pressed his forehead to hers.

“Please work,” He whispered.

Toph listened carefully to the vibrations the two were giving as well as sensing where the sun was. Slowly light began to appear and shine down on the three figures waiting for it to rise.

“Zuko?” Toph whispered but the boy didn’t hear her.

The boy had begun to slowly rock back and forth, biting his lip to hold back the tears that were already pouring down his cheeks.

“Come back to me,” he whispered, pressing his nose against Shira’s. “Please.” Leaning down he placed a feather light kiss on her lips and left them there, not caring that she wasn’t returning it but just wanting to feel her. He was just about to pull away when he felt a hand on the back of his neck and the pressure on his lips from Shira’s suddenly grew. For a moment Zuko didn’t know what was going on until he realized that Shira was kissing back! He quickly snapped away, eyes wide and tears streaking his face to find a pair of sky-blue eyes smiling back up at him.

“You did it,” Shira whispered. “I knew you would.” Toph took a step forward to rush over but paused, realizing that Zuko hadn’t seen Shira since she left so instead, she smiled and walked off to tell the others the good news.

“Shira!” Zuko gasped, quickly grabbing her face again and crashing his lips to hers.

Shira chuckled against his lips, slipping her fingers into his hair to cradle his head closer to her.

“I thought….” Zuko gasped as he pulled away from the kiss. “I thought….” Shira nodded, carefully sitting up so she could face him. “I know.” Zuko let out a breath that shook violently from the tears now freely falling from his eyes. He didn’t bother to reach up and wipe them away before kissing Shira again, tasting his own tears in the kiss but not caring.

“I love you…. I love you so much,” He gasped.

Shira smiled, slipping her arms around his neck, “I love you too.” Zuko quickly cradled her face to his chest, rocking back and forth as he inhaled her scent, placing kisses all over her head.

“Wait….” Shira said, pushing back. “The baby.” “They’re fine,” Zuko said, a grin appearing on his face.

“They?” Zuko nodded before taking Shira’s hand and helping her to her feet.

When they entered the tent, Shira took one look at the two cribs before walking over and reaching into one of the cradle, picking up the little girl.

“She looks like you Zuko,” she whispered.

Zuko walked over, unable to stop the huge smile on his face. “She has your eyes though.” Zuko reached down and scooped up Rekka who immediately giggled happily at being in his father’s arms.

Walking back over to Shira, he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and kissed her forehead, holding his whole family close.

“I love you.” ***********************

“I’m not sure if you should be moving around this much Shira,” Zuko spoke from where he was rewrapping Izumi after having changed her.

“Zuko I’m fine,” Shira assured him. “The twins will only be here alone for about five minutes before Mitsuru comes and picks them up. They will be much safer with him than with us. We cannot take two babies to fight your sister.” “I said before, Katara and I can handle this.” Zuko assured her, walking over.

“I’m sure,” Shira replied, pulling on her boot. “Besides, while you and Katara face Azula, you cannot have the palace guards coming up on you. I’ll take care of them while you two take care of Azula.” There was a pause during which Shira finished dressing and as she tied on her belt, she felt Zuko touch her waist from behind.

“Are you jealous because I asked Katara to help me fight Azula?” he asked in a soft teasing tone. Shira glanced at him over her shoulder, eyebrow raised, “Are you trying to get on my bad side?” Zuko smirked.

“As an answer,” Shira replied. “No. I’m just worried.” “You worried?” Zuko inquired, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind, hugging her to him. “You just so happened to be the one to be in a death like coma.”

Shira smiled, “That’s why I’m worried. I might have experienced near death but…. I want to be there if the same happens to you. I want to be able to save you like you saved me….i would never forgive myself if I didn’t.” Zuko paused, having felt the girl shiver beneath his touch and the way her voice trembled…. She was scared. Gently he turned her around so that she was facing him to see a single tear trickle down her cheek.

“Oh Shira,” he cooed gently, reaching up to wipe away the tear.

“I cant lose you Zuko,” she whispered shakily.

“Sh,” Zuko insisted, hugging her to him, cradling her face against his chest. “You will never lose me. I promise.”

“But….” Shira whimpered, her body shaking. “I promised Aang I would be safe when I went to Novah but….I didn’t do a very good job at it….” Zuko gently pulled away before staring deep into Shira’s blue eyes and then kissing her firmly on the lips. “I might not be able to promise that I will come back from this alive, but I do know this, I will find you again even if I don’t make it.”

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Shira glanced around the corner before snapping her head back around so that the guards didn’t see her spying. She looked over at Gau and Dagny who were hiding around the corner with her, both trying to conceal their long wings and arms which were now almost twenty feet long.

“This is how it’s gonna go,” She whispered to them like they were kids. “You guys draw their fire and I’ll take them out.” Dagny nodded her head but Gau looked at Shira like she had just grown two heads. Shira chuckled softly, amused at how they seemed almost like humans just lacking the ability to speak.

“Naturally don’t get burnt dummy,” she whispered. “Your scales are fire resistant but just in case they start throwing spears and stuff, stay out of range.” Gau rolled his eyes but his sister hissed at him and he quickly nodded to Shira.

The two dragons quickly flew up and Shira smiled when she saw that they kept out of range of fire or spear but circled above the soldiers, catching their attention.

“Attack! Fire!” the guards yelled.

Shira quickly reached to her belt where her sword hung and unsheathed it.

“Time to get back on the field!” The guards were so occupied firing and staring up at the dragons in shock that they didn’t happen to see that one by one, some of their men were beginning to disappear. They didn’t see the glowing blue coils that would whip out of the shadows and grab a man by the leg, dragging him into the shadows nor did they hear the grunts as each man was knocked unconscious until there were about five guards left.

“What is going on here?” the leader inquired.

“Oh, just a little diversion,” a voice remarked from behind them.

The five men spun around to see that standing behind them, having somehow snuck past them stood a petite girl with sun golden hair and piercing blue eyes. She was dressed in a simple brown attire with pants, a short skirt that came to her knees and a white shirt with a brown jacket over it. On her hip hung a single sword which was sheathed.

One of the guards immediately ran at her, swear at the ready but Shira didn’t go to grab her sword. When the man approached her, she used one of her wrists to block the blade of the spear while using her other wrist to block his other hand, leaving his chest open and bringing her foot up, she struck him hard in the chest. The man completely flew backward, out cold.

Almost immediately the second soldier was upon her and while Shira recovered from kicking the other man, he grabbed her wrist.

The girl glanced down at it absent mindedly before smirking, “That was a mistake.” Placing the thumb of her free hand on the man’s pointer finger on her wrist, her pointer finger resting on his thumb, she twirled underneath the man’s arm as if she was dancing with him before straightening out her hand. Her grip on his fingers remained and after twisting her body and then straightening her arm, the man found himself doubled back, his arm being bent the wrong way before Shira brought up her knee on the back of his neck, knocking him out.

[If anyone asks, that last one is actually a self-defense move I learnt when I took self-defense just in case you know, it works! ;)]

“Two down…. Three more to go.” Shira said, cracking her knuckles.

Two more guards came running at her at the same time and this time, Shira ran at the one closes to her. She brought out her foot and tripped him so that he fell on his hands and knees. Planting herself between the other man and the man she had tripped, she allowed the fourth guard to take a strike at her. Bending back, she used the bent over soldier as a boost and resting her back against his, she brought up her legs as she did a backflip, striking the fourth guard in the face with her foot and knocking him out. As she regained her footing, she saw that the other guy was slowly beginning to get up and the leader approaching. Running at the third guard, she jumped onto his back and used it as a leverage to jump at the leader. She quickly locked her legs around the man’s neck before bringing him down to the ground, making sure to tweak his nerve so that he went limp just like Ty Lee taught her.

She turned around to see the third guard slowly getting to his feet. The girl turned her back on him and saw the faint shadow of Dagny as she purposely landed on the guard, knocking him to the ground again with a groan.

“Good job guys,” Shira said, rolling her neck. Just then, she heard Gau let out a cry and when she turned to look at him, the dragon was crumbling to the ground, cradling it’s stomach. Instantly Shira was at his side, looking for an injury but there was none…. It was like someone was messing with him inside.

“What is it Gau?” she whispered.

Shira felt something nudge her from behind and turned to see Dagny trying to get her attention. When she looked at the dragon, Dagny nodded her nose toward the palace and Shira looked up to see blue flame appearing from the palace…. Azula…. But why was there no red flame? Wasn’t Zuko there? Wait…. ZUKO!

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When Shira came upon the top of the palace where Azula could be found, Shira saw Katara carefully avoiding every lightning strike while trying to take a few jabs at the crazed princess with water but failing. Azula’s lightning was too fast for Katara to even get a hit. Shira scanned the area, glad that with her perch upon Dagny’s back she could see the whole scene.

However, when her eyes landed on the figure nearer to her left, she felt something in her heart snap…. Zuko.

Shira tapped Dagny on the neck before pointing down to where Zuko lay on his back, unmoving. Dropping from the dragon’s back, Shira rushed to Zuko’s side while Dagny curled up her body and wings around the two, making an impenetrable shield around them.

“Zuko,” Shira whispered as she dropped to her knees beside him.

The boy groaned as he turned his head to look at her, “Shira….” “You’ll be okay,” Shira whispered. “This is not as bad as it looks. We need a little of Katara’s healing and you’ll be fine.” Zuko tried to laugh but it turned into a groan of pain, “Stay still.” The girl instructed.

Zuko peered at her through his half-lidded eyes, “What are you going to do? You look like you have a devious plan.” Shira raised an eyebrow, “I find that insulting. And yes, I have a plan. I need you to lay absolutely still. Dagny will protect you got it?” The boy knew better than to argue when he was the injured one and Shira was the one with the plan, so he just nodded. Shira leant down and placed her forehead against Zuko’s, letting her eyes flutter closed as she laced their hands together, pressing her body as close to his as possible.

Zuko was not sure what happened but it felt like something seemed to leave him and radiate onto Shira. When Shira drew back, Zuko felt like someone had smacked him across the face for Shira’s eyes were so blue they were glowing and her face…. Looked so far away…. Like when Aang was in the Avatar state.

“Shira?” he whispered but the girl looked at him blankly.

“Stay here,” she replied in a steady, calm voice.

Shira turned to Dagny who immediately backed away so that Shira could step away from Zuko before Dagny returned to curl back up around the wounded boy.

Shira calmly approached where Katara was hiding behind a pillar, trying to avoid being hit by lightning.

“I’ll get her to the grate,” Shira replied, her voice level and calm. “There is water beneath it. Trap her there.” Katara nodded, not quite sure what to make of the girl who’s eyes were shining, and her body seemed to radiate light itself. The girl hurried off while Shira stepped out into the open where Azula could see her. “Well look who it is,” the girl taunted. “Let’s see if you end quicker than the last two times, we have encountered each other.” “You’re not fighting just me Azula,” Shira replied, her face a deadpan expression. “You’re fighting us both: Zuko and I.”

Azula seemed to pause at this before she began firing lighting at the girl. As two bolts of lightning neared Shira, the girl merely lifted two fingers before pointing them at Azula. Two blasts of light shot from the sky: one blue and the other golden and struck the two bolts of lightning…. Making them disappear as if they had been dissolved.

Azula jumped back slightly in shock before a devilish scowl appeared on her face and she jumped down to Shira’s level, firing more bolts of lightning. As easily as she had done the first two, Shira merely lifted one, two or three fingers and flashes of light would appear from the sky, striking the lightning as if they were nothing.

Finally, Azula began to lose her patience and made a huge blast of lightning, throwing it straight at Shira. However, this time Shira didn’t do anything to avoid it but let her hands hang limp at her sides and she allowed the lightning to strike her….square in the chest.

“SHIRA!” Katara cried from where she was hiding on the other side of the grate.

Zuko turned his head at the sound of Katara’s cry and his eyes widened when he saw the lightning inches from Shira…. but just before a cry left his weak throat, Zuko frowned. The lightning just…. Dissolved into Shira’s skin…. Like air….

“What!?” Azula cried. “How is this possible.” Shira merely smirked and rolled her shoulders, cracking her neck as she did so. “In case you were wondering princess…. Lightning is a source of light. It is a reaction of negative and positive energy in the sky.” “But it harmed you before!” Azula screeched.

Shira tilted her head with a look on her face that made the princess fidget before Shira merely smiled. “That is because I am the positive energy. An overabundant amount of too much positive energy creates a buildup which results in a failure of power: basically, when I passed out both times from being hit by your lightning. However, at the present, I am both Zuko and myself combined: light and dark, night and day, sun and stars… positive and negative.”

Shira quickly spun on her heel before pointing six fingers, three from each hand directly at Azula. A cry came from the fire nation princess as a blast of light struck her square in the chest, throwing her directly where Shira wanted her: over the grate.

Without hesitation, Katara bent the water beneath the grate to freeze Azula in placed before she carefully swam around to tie Azula’s hands behind her back and to the grate before releasing the water.

The young water bender rushed across the courtyard to where Zuko still lay weakly and in pain. Kneeling by his side, she quickly bent water onto his abdomen and began to work her healing on him. The boy let out a shaky breath before smiling gratefully at her.

“Thank you Katara.” “I should be thanking you,” Katara replied, helping him up. “You and Shira.” Zuko’s face immediately lit up with realization and he spun around, “Shira….” When his eyes fell on the rigid figure of the girl, his face paled. Slowly, he approached the girl who had her back to him, watching Azula as the girl thrashed about, trying to fire bend through her mouth and even through her ears.

“Shira?” the boy whispered as he approached her, placing his hand on her shoulder.

He got no response from the girl before Katara touched his arm to get his attention. “She is still in the Merging Zuko,” she explained. “It is like when Aang is in the Avatar State. They are unresponsive to little things and never pay attention to when people talk to them.” “How do you get Aang out of the state?” Zuko asked. “When he has gotten there in a rage?” Katara smiled, “So far, I have been able to get him out by hugging him.”

Zuko turned his eyes back on Shira who still hadn’t moved, “So larger signs of affection and love?” Katara nodded kindly. Zuko took a deep breath before coming to stand in front of Shira, knowing full well that she would just look blankly at the air between them, her eyes never reaching his.

“I love you Shira,” he whispered before cupping her cheeks in his hands. “And I am so proud of you.” With that, he brought his lips down on Shira’s, being gentle with how he held her face but making sure that his desperation and love was poured into the kiss. He waited for what felt like forever, waiting for Shira to respond but when it seemed like she never would, he felt two hands wrap around his wrists and Shira kissed him back.

Zuko quickly pulled away, his eyes wide and searching Shira’s blue ones to find them back to normal and meeting his gaze lovingly, a smile on her face.

“You’re okay,” she whispered.

Zuko nodded and hugged her to him, cradling her head to his chest as he turned to Azula, watching as she thrashed around. Shira peeked from around Zuko’s chest before wrapping an arm around his waist, keeping close to him but lifting her head proudly.

“My mother was right Azula,” she said confidently. “When she told you that you might figure out who the Yin and Yang are of your generation, but by the time you found out who was the Yin of my mother’s generation…. It would be too late for you to use the knowledge.” Zuko glanced down at Shira, a smile on his face before looking back at his sister, “It was our mother Azula. You are the daughter and the sister of the Yins.” Shira carefully helped Zuko wobble away from Azula to the outer part of the palace where they saw a small fire nation war balloon approaching them…. And riding in it: Toph, Sokka, Suki and Aang!

“Aang!” Katara cried, rushing forward to hug the boy.

Shira leant into Zuko who hugged her closer.

“Things will look up from now on,” he whispered against her hair.

Shira nodded but suddenly pulled away, causing Zuko to snap to attention.

“Mitsuru!” the girl cried. Zuko looked up to see none other than Kaname, Hirako and Mitsuru climbing the many stairs toward them. They looked exhausted, sweating and a little crispy in some areas but otherwise fine.

Shira rushed over to her brothers and hugged them each individually.

“How did everything go?” Kaname smiled, “Perfect. A fire nation fleet attacked Novah but we were well prepared. They barely got off their boats before we flooded the river with the water from the forest.” The smile on Shira’s face grew to a grin and she hugged her eldest brother tightly.

“And the twins?” She asked, looking at Mitsuru.

Her brother chuckled before looking over his shoulder, “Wondering when you would ask.” Shira peered around her brothers’ broad shoulders to see that her brothers had arrived on eel hounds…. Well at least Hirako and Kaname did. Strapped to the saddle of one of the eel hounds were two pouches and Shira didn’t have to look in to know what they carried.

Rushing over to the long lanky creature, Shira brought down the two pouches, cradling them in her arms. Zuko had walked over and as she lifted the pouches down, he pulled back the flaps to reveal the sleeping forms of the twins, unharmed and content.

“Thank you,” Zuko said, turning to look at Mitsuru.

The tall husky man winked and gave Zuko a thumbs up.

“Consider repaying the favor by properly marrying our sister,” Hirako remarked.

Shira snapped her head in her brother’s direction to already see Mitsuru clobbering him over the head and Kaname glaring daggers at Hirako.

“Hiro!” she scolded.

Zuko chuckled, “It’s fine. I honestly agree with him.” Shira smiled before holding out little Rekku to Zuko, “Well in the meantime, your son is seriously father deprived.” Zuko gently reached down and scooped his son out of the pouch, cradling him to his chest with one hand, allowing the baby’s head to be supported with his forehead against Zuko’s neck so that the weight was no pushing on Zuko’s healing wound.

Reaching over, Zuko wrapped his arm around Shira’s shoulders and pressed a kiss to her forehead. He had never believed that he would feel the peace and happiness he did right then and there. He had never foreseen that the day he fought his sister would be the happiest day of his life.

He was home.

********************

However, when her eyes landed on the figure nearer to her left, she felt something in her heart snap…. Zuko.

“Zuko,” Shira whispered as she dropped to her knees beside him.

“Shira?” he whispered but the girl looked at him blankly.

“Stay here,” she replied in a steady, calm voice.

Shira turned to Dagny who immediately backed away so that Shira could step away from Zuko before Dagny returned to curl back up around the wounded boy.

Shira calmly approached where Katara was hiding behind a pillar, trying to avoid being hit by lightning.

“SHIRA!” Katara cried from where she was hiding on the other side of the grate.

“Shira?” the boy whispered as he approached her, placing his hand on her shoulder.

Zuko quickly pulled away, his eyes wide and searching Shira’s blue ones to find them back to normal and meeting his gaze lovingly, a smile on her face.

“You’re okay,” she whispered.

“Aang!” Katara cried, rushing forward to hug the boy.

Shira leant into Zuko who hugged her closer.

“Things will look up from now on,” he whispered against her hair.

Shira nodded but suddenly pulled away, causing Zuko to snap to attention.

Shira rushed over to her brothers and hugged them each individually.

“And the twins?” She asked, looking at Mitsuru.

“Thank you,” Zuko said, turning to look at Mitsuru.

The tall husky man winked and gave Zuko a thumbs up.

“Consider repaying the favor by properly marrying our sister,” Hirako remarked.

Shira snapped her head in her brother’s direction to already see Mitsuru clobbering him over the head and Kaname glaring daggers at Hirako.

“Hiro!” she scolded.

He was home.

*****************

Shira chuckled when she saw Sokka hobbling toward them on a crutch, still spunky as ever. Katara was beaming and next to her stood Toph.

“There you are!” Sokka cried, hobbling over to Shira to give her the best hug he could with his free arm. “Wondering where you had wandered off to.” “Just finding my brothers,” Shira replied. “It’s hard to keep track of more than one siblings. You have it easy Sokka.” “What can I say?” Sokka asked. “With only one good leg, it’s only fair that I have one sibling.”

Shira chuckled before she felt a steady hand on her shoulder and glanced behind her to see Kaname standing there, Mitsuru behind him.

“Don’t wander too far sister,” Mitsuru warned. “Zuko is almost finished with his meeting with Aang and you’ll have him all to yourself.” Shira smirked before something dawned on her. “Where is Hirako?” She glanced at Mitsuru who nodded to something behind her and turning around, Shira grinned. Hirako was standing with Sokka and Toph, chatting away happily like a little child again, not even standing out even with his height that even beat Sokka.

Shira noticed with keen interest how most of Hirako’s words were directed at Toph and the little earth bender was blushing fifty shades of pink.

“Watch out Suki!” Shira heard Sokka cry and she turned to see Sokka speed wobble over to plant himself between Suki and Ty Lee who was also dressed as a Kyoshi warrior.

Shira chuckled when Suki calmed Sokka down and explained that Ty Lee was a friend. The look on Sokka’s face was priceless. However, the young light bender glanced at her eldest brother to see Kaname watching Ty Lee constantly, his blue eyes practically shining with adoration.

“Why don’t you go over to talk to her?” Shira inquired. “First time you’ve seen her in Kyoshi attire.” “Yeah….” Kaname muttered beneath his breath. “Really suits her…. anyway!” Shira snickered to herself when Mitsuru huffed and gave Kaname a shove toward the petite Kyoshi girl. Kaname stumbled for the first time in his existence before collecting himself and approaching Ty Lee. The girl looked up at Kaname’s tall self, her cheeks turning pink even under the face paint.

“You… look….” Kaname whispered. “Really pretty….” The color in Ty Lee’s cheeks intensified and she looked at her feet, “Thank you Kaname….” Mitsuru groaned in his sister’s ear, “At the rate he’s going, Hirako will beat him to getting married!” “I don’t know Mit,” Sokka said, ignoring Mitsuru’s glare at the nickname. “You might be the next one to pop the question.” “And who would I be popping any question to huh?” Mitsuru asked, crossing his arms.

“TRUSANG!” a voice yelled, causing Mitsuru to jump before groaning.

“MEI!” the boy whined in a similar voice, turning to look at the girl who had stormed toward him, her face red in anger.

“You put goldfish in my pitcher of water!” the girl accused, poking his chest. “Is this payment for the frogs in your shoes?” “No, the slugs under my pillow,” Mitsuru replied. “At least I didn’t put honey in your dresses.” Mei shivered at the thought before glaring at the boy, continuing ranting at him.

Sokka nudged Shira with his elbow and smirked, “I know that opposites attract and all, but those two are a couple made in heaven!” “You mean in purgatory,” Shira whispered back. “In case you hadn’t noticed, they never say a civil word to the other.” Sokka smirked before sauntering over to the two, “Watch this. Say Mit, doesn’t Mei look perfectly ghastly? Like she stepped out of a flour bath!” Mei shot the boy a glare but before she could defend herself, Mitsuru had gripped Sokka’s shoulder with a grip so strong that it would have broken his bone if it hadn’t been cushioned by bandages.

“Have you lost your eyesight or something Sokka?” Mitsuru hissed. “No one gets to bully Mei, except me.” Sokka shrugged before walking back to Shira who was giving her a look as if to say ‘really?’ However, Sokka jabbed his thumb over his shoulder and when Shira looked, Mei was looking at Mitsuru curiously who looked rather embarrassed.

“So, you think I look ghastly?” Mei inquired; her tone surprisingly calm.

“No…. I mean…. i…. erm…. you look…. Really pretty….” Mitsuru stuttered. “But don’t read anything into it! This won’t be a regular thing!” Mei smiled but her cheeks tinted just slightly, and Shira’s eyes widened before looking at Sokka who was smirking himself sore.

“By the way, shouldn’t you be looking for your significant other?” Sokka inquired.

**********

Shira watched at Zuko struggled to pull one sleeve of his tunic on before grunting in pain as he tried the other.

“Didn’t you listen to Katara when she told you to take it easy?” she asked, announcing her presence.

Zuko spun around to look at her, his face lighting up in a smile, “I didn’t see you there.” “I wasn’t here long. I was enjoying watching my brothers make fools of themselves and Sokka’s ego doubling over a course of seconds,” Shira replied, walking over and helping Zuko pull on his other sleeve and then beginning to tie the sash.

“I can’t believe over a year ago I was thinking of them as enemies and now they’re my friends,” Zuko muttered as Shira walked around to stand behind him so she could tie his sash.

Shira chuckled. “Well how do you think I feel? Over a year ago I thought that my name was Raven and I had no past and now…. I have a past, friends, a family and people I can love with my heart without fearing losing them.” Zuko smiled softly, “Do you regret it? Any of it?” “Any of what?” Shira inquired.

“If you could go back,” Zuko sighed. “And change anything…. Change saving me at the Agni Kai and having your memory erased…. Change my siding with Azula in Ba Sing Sa…”

The boy was cut off when he felt Shira press her forehead against his back, her hands snaking around his waist, careful of his wound but strong enough that he could feel the gentle coolness of her body.

“Never,” she whispered. “I wouldn’t change or regret any of it. I would never regret saving you even though every time I did, I got beaten up pretty bad.” Zuko chuckled softly at this and he felt Shira smile against his shoulder blades.

“I admit that it hurt when you sided with Azula, but I wouldn’t change it because if you hadn’t, you might have not learnt the things you did or discovered your love for your uncle… anything could have happened. I wouldn’t change it because the twins might have not been born, the war might have not been won, we might have lost more people than we did…. You might have never returned to me….”

Zuko turned around before pulling Shira to his chest before tilting her chin up to look at him, his eyes shining with love, “I would always return to you and I always will. Forever and always. Just as in every lifetime we find each other, I will always find my way back to you.”

Shira smiled sweetly before standing on tiptoe and pressing her lips to Zuko’s slipping her hands around his neck as he held her by the waist. When they pulled back, Zuko nudged her nose with his and she chuckled.

“Though I do wish I met your brothers sooner,” Zuko muttered. “They might have helped me when I first tried to propose to you. It was trash.” Shira cringed before smiling, “It wasn’t that bad.” “Well this time it will be better,” Zuko whispered.

Shira paused before looking at him quizzically, “This time?” Before she could register what was happening, Zuko had dropped to one knee…. A little clumsily since he cringed as he went but when Shira tried to rush forward to help, he grabbed her hand in his and held them gently but firmly in his warm grip. He looked at her through his jet-black hair, his amber eyes on fire.

“Shirayuki Yang Trusang. You are the best of me. From the moment I first saw you when you came here for the first time…. I know that wasn’t the first time I met you but…. It felt like I had known you my whole life and a part of me hated to think that a day might come where I would have to say goodbye and it would be goodbye forever. I know now that even if we say goodbye tomorrow and never see each other again, we will meet again and the love we hold will never die. However, I do not want to spend another day thinking of saying goodbye. I want to live in the present and know that in the present I will always have you. Shira. Will you do me the honor of being my wife, for the rest of our lives in this present day, to wake up beside each other every morning, to share our pains and joys together and to live a life that we never thought was possible when we first met?”

Shira clapped her hand over her mouth in shock, feeling tears stream down her cheeks as Zuko brought her other hand to his lips and pressed a warm kiss to her knuckles, resting her palm against this face so she could feel his heartbeat through his skin…. It was racing like the wind! Zuko peered at her from beneath his long lashes and that was the first time Shira realized that Zuko had such long dark lashes for a boy and she felt her heart skip a beat.

“How can I say no when you are looking at me like that!?” the girl cried, her knees buckling as she fell down to Zuko’s level.

The boy quickly grabbed her and held her to him so strongly yet gently as if he was planning on never letting her go. Shira clutched onto his tunic as she poured her heart out in her tears as Zuko stroked his fingers through her hair and down her back. When Shira managed to calm herself down a little, they pulled apart enough to look at each other, both crying but smiling.

“I love you so freaking much,” Zuko whispered, pressing their foreheads together as he cupped her cheeks in his hands.

Shira gripped his wrists, biting her lip to keep from breaking down in sobs again. “I love you too.”

Zuko gently brought her closer as he closed the gap and brought his lips to hers in a fervent kiss. They would have had another round of sobs and kisses if there hadn’t been a knock at the door and the two broke apart to find a handmaiden standing there with two little children resting on each hip.

“Oh, thank you Agnes,” Shira said, wiping her tears before taking the twins from the woman.

The young servant smiled knowingly at the flustered, joyful state she had found the two in before bowing and leaving the two alone.

Zuko strode over to where Shira stood hugging the two children to her chest. Rekka curled up, resting his chubby cheek against his mother’s bosom while Izumi played with a strand of Shira’s golden hair, watching Zuko intently with her big blue eyes.

When Zuko got closer, Izumi held out her chubby little arms to him and he gently took her from Shira. The little girl happily rested her head in the crook of her father’s neck, playing with the collar of his tunic.

“Daddy’s girl,” Shira teased.

“Mommy’s boy,” Zuko pointed out, nodding to Rekka who looked about ready to sleep.

Shira walked over so she was standing next to Zuko before nuzzling her side against his while Zuko snuck his free arm around her waist, holding her close to him.

“I promise,” Zuko whispered, leaning down to press a kiss to his son’s heads. “I will be the father to you that my father never was to me. I will not make the mistake he did in raising a son to believe that there is no such thing as a father’s love.”

Shira smiled before leaning up to kiss Zuko’s cheek, “You have already been more of a father to them than your father was. It’s not just me who knows it, they know it.”

Zuko looked down at the twins, Izumi sound asleep with a smile on her face as she gripped onto his tunic. Rekka was lying against his mother but looking at Zuko with a bright smile on his face.

The boy found himself smiling and felt more tears prick his eyes. They knew he loved them…. And they loved him…. That was something that Zuko never felt before…. Feeling a protective love over someone…. And feeling a respective…. Adoring love…. Something he only felt from his mother, uncle and Shira before…. And the twins had barely been in the world a few weeks and already he felt it.

“Yeah.” He whispered.

***************

“Oh Shira,” Katara squealed. “You look absolutely radiant!” “I’m sure you look lovely,” Toph mused. “Even though I cannot see you.”

Shira chuckled, “You look lovely too. Both of you.”

Shira looked between the two girls who wore matching pale pink dresses. It had taken a great deal of convincing on Hirako’s part to get Toph to agree to be one of the five bridesmaids for Shira. Katara, Ty Lee and Suki immediately agreed to the color especially since it wasn’t a bright pink but soft, almost blush creamy pink. Mei was difficult to convince but Mitsuru took care of it. Shira didn’t know what that meant but she had a feeling it had to do with some sort of reptile ending up in Mei’s clothes or room.

The dresses were simple and came to their ankles, made of soft blush pink linen with one strap sleeve and a small white girdle around the waist.

“Come on, we cannot keep the men waiting,” Toph chuckled. “Knowing them, they have the patience of children.” “Alright,” Katara said, finishing adding the veil to Shira’s partially up, partially down hairdo.

The two girls gave Shira one final smile before departing on the mission to find Mei, Ty Lee and Suki. This gave Shira some time to collect herself and she walked to stand near the window, looking out at the beautiful white peach tree flowers that had bloomed on the trees below.

“You look lovely sis,” a voice said from behind. Shira spun around to find Kaname standing there, a bright smile on his face as he gazed at his sister. The girl smiled back before walking over to her brother, encasing him in a hug.

“You’ve grown up into such a fine woman,” Kaname whispered as he kissed her forehead. “It seems like yesterday you and Zuko were just little kids playing in the snow…. And now you have two beautiful children and you are getting married.” Shira smiled as she pulled away to look up at her brother to find that tears had appeared in Kaname’s blue eyes.

“Are you crying?” she asked, surprised.

Kaname nodded, quickly wiping them away before stroking his sister’s cheek, “I’m just so proud of you. You were the only one of us who could have born what you bore alone.” Shira reached up and wiped away a stray tear before kissing her brother on the cheek, “I wasn’t alone. I never was and never will be.” Kaname smiled before kissing his sister one last time on the cheek before holding out his arm to her, “Shall we get going? If we take much longer, a certain Fire Lord will think I do not approve of the marriage and kidnapped you.” Shira chuckled as she took her brother’s arm and allowed him to lead her out of the room. When they came out into the courtyard where the wedding was to be held, Shira found herself smiling. The trees in the courtyard were bursting with white flowers and Shira saw that Katara had created ice strings that hung from each tree, making it look like delicate tinsel. The people were gathered were all standing with their backs to Shira and Kaname, facing the steps of the palace. Shira saw that Zuko stood there with the priest [There is no mention of who administers weddings in the series, so we’ll just pretend it is priests;)], his back to her having not noticed her arrival.

Standing a few steps below Zuko and the priest were Ty Lee, Mei, Suki, Katara and Toph who looked like a flock of pretty flamingos in their lovely pink dresses, their hair pulled up in simple hair does. Opposite them on the other side of the step stood Mitsuru, Hirako, Sokka and Aang, them dressed in their respective kingdom’s attire. Aang wore his golden Air nomad outfit, Sokka water tribe and Mitsuru and Hirako wore their pale brown Novah attire.

Suddenly, Mitsuru and Hirako caught sight of Kaname and Shira and nudged the others who all looked up. Once those present saw the groomsmen and bridesmaids look up, they all turned to see Kaname standing there with Shira on his arm, a small bundle of white flowers and pale blue roses in her free hand. At the sound of everyone turning around, Zuko turned around as well with an expectant, excited look on his face but the moment his eyes fell on Shira’s, they widened, and his mouth dropped slightly.

Shira blushed brightly as Kaname began leading her down the aisle to the steps. When Shira was just within hearing distance of Zuko, she saw Mitsuru lean over and tell Zuko something about shutting his gob and Zuko’s mouth immediately clamped shut but a huge grin appeared on his face.

When they reached Zuko, Shira held out her flowers to Katara who rushed forward to take them for her. Kaname then took her hands before holding them out to Zuko. Zuko’s large warm hands encased Shira’s petite, cool ones before Kaname placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Take care of my sister,” He whispered.

Zuko nodded with a smile, “I will.” Kaname seemed content with that answer so he stepped back to stand with the other groomsmen. Taking Shira’s hands in his, Zuko led her up the last step so that they were standing before the priest. As the old man turned to grab his book, Zuko leant over to whisper in her ear.

“You look beautiful,” he whispered.

Shira blushed crimson before jokingly nudging him. “I love you too.” Zuko let out a soft chuckle before the priest turned to begin.

(We’ll have to skip the ceremony because I have no idea what the ceremony is like in avatar!)

*******

Shira laughed as she watched Hirako trying to teach Toph how to dance but failing miserably since he sucked as well in that talent. She could see Kaname dancing with Ty Lee off to the side, the two of them having no difficulty dancing but having some trouble looking anywhere but at the other.

Mitsuru and Mei were standing by the table where all the food was, arguing between mouthfuls. Sokka and Suki were standing on the other side of the table, watching the argument with perplexed and amused looks.

Shira was snapped out of her thoughts when Zuko took her hand beneath the table and she turned to look at him. For the first time since Shira could remember, Zuko was blushing so much that he looked like a little schoolboy, his eyes shying away from hers shyly and his teeth gnawing on his lip in nervousness. She had never seen Zuko nervous or shy like this in her life but now she had it in full.

“Would you…. Like to…. Um…. I mean…. Like to….d…dance?” Shira bit her lip to keep from giggling at Zuko’s stuttering and nervous state before she gripped his hand back and nodded. Before Zuko could calm himself down, Shira had pulled him to his feet and had led him over to the dance floor.

“Um….” Zuko stuttered. “I don’t know….” “You mean you were the crown prince of the fire nation and now the Fire Lord and you don’t know how to dance?” Shira inquired. “Well, we’re going to have a crash course lesson!” She quickly grabbed his hand before placing it on her waist and then taking the other in her hand and placing her free hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t pay attention to the dancing,” She whispered in his ear. “Just look at me.” Zuko obeyed, allowing his eyes to meet Shira’s and he felt all his worry and nervousness wash away. She was so close…. Yet so far away it seemed. She smiled up at him as he slowly began to move with her. He suddenly stopped when he saw that he had stepped on her foot.

“Sorry….” He apologized.

Shira shook her head, “It’s alright. Here.”

Letting go of his hand, she wrapped both her arms around his neck and placed her feet on top of his.

“Now you can move and not worry about stepping on my feet.” She said, smiling.

Zuko felt his face heat up in a blush when he realized that in this position, Shira was now closer to him and even though she barely weighed a thing, he could feel her body heat radiating off of her.

He slipped both arms around her waist, supporting her as he began to move again, this time a little more confidently.

Shira smiled up at him. “You got it! See, it’s not that hard. You just have to….” She was suddenly cut off when Zuko’s grip on her waist tightened, drawing her closer as he closed the gap and kiss her firmly on the mouth. The girl let out a light squeal, but it was muffled by the kiss. When Zuko drew back, he kept their foreheads together, his hands tightening around her waist.

“You were so cute…. I wanted to do that so badly.” Shira smiled hoping that Zuko didn’t see how much his words made her blush, but he did, and a smirk flashed on his face.

“I’m glad we decided to have our wedding be fire nation originated,” the boy whispered cheekily with mischief flashing in his amber eyes. “The festivities only last till dusk.” “Really?” Shira inquired. “Then we should have had our wedding in the morning instead of the late afternoon. Or we should have done it Nova style.” “And what style is that?” Zuko inquired, smirking.

Shira shrugged, “No matter what time of day it is, the festivities last for a full twenty-four hours but after the ceremony commences, the bride and groom are only required to be present for the first two hours.” Zuko froze in his dancing, the smirk fading from his face, “How many hours till dusk?”

“About four,” Shira replied innocently, enjoying the look of shock on Zuko’s face.

“We definitely should have done it Nova style,” Zuko muttered under his breath.

Shira chuckled, “Oh come on. We might have to say a lot of hellos and thanks you’s during the festivities but at least we can be together.” Zuko smiled before leaning down to kiss Shira but she avoided him. The smirk on Zuko’s face returned and he captured her behind the head with one hand, bringing her up for a smothering kiss.

It would have probably lasted the whole dance if two small voices hadn’t cut them off.

“Mama!”

Shira quickly pushed Zuko away enough to look to her side to see Hirako and Toph coming their way with the twins in their arms. The twins were officially two months old and already had mastered saying ‘mama’.

“Hello Rekka sweetie,” Shira cooed as she took her son from Toph.

The little boy giggled, wrapping his arms around her neck and cuddling close to her. Zuko reached over and took Izumi from Hirako. The little girl peered up at him a moment before a huge smile appeared on her face.

“Apa!”

“Okay,” Zuko sighed. “Maybe the festivities aren’t that bad. But next time, we are doing it Nova style.” “Next time?” Shira inquired. “Zuko, we can only get married once.” “In our future lives,” Zuko corrected. “If I can remember to remind my future life self.”

#zuko #avatar the last airbender #avatar #zuko x oc

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lemonadeandrice · 7 years

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I know the post was from the other day, but can I please have some Mike Hanlon superhero headcanons? I just want to know what kind of hero you think he'd be, what power, etc. :)

Omg yes thank you!!

Okay so initially I thought he’d be a strong man, like Luke Cage, but then I was like, naw more Aquaman feels - he can talk to animals. But now I think he would have the power of mind bending/telekinesis.

Okay so hear me out, ‘cause this’ll be long:

- It first starts when he’s in high school, he wakes up one day and he’s got the biggest migraine.

- Every sound is amplified by 1000%

- he tries to take some Advil hoping it’ll calm it down

- it doesn’t

- in fact it gets worse

- he’s walking down the hallway and everything is too bright/too loud and he just keeps his sunglasses on all day

- teachers are like whatever he’s a good kid

- and then he starts to hear them

- the voices

- at first he thinks it’s Greta Bowie whispering to him from the next desk over

- “God this is so fucking stupid I wonder if Vic is going to Homecoming I wonder if he’ll ask me to Homecoming I shouldn’t be thinking about Vic he hangs out with Bowers ugh Bowers what the fuck what’s the answer to number 15…”

- he looks over at her but she’s just focusing on her bell work, mouth closed tight

- it was her voice he knew it was

- then it’s the teacher’s voice like a whisper in the back of his head

- “These kids are all fucking idiots I can’t believe I have to waste my time in this room I could have been a professor at UMaine I could have been a novelist I could have been a doctor fuck these girls are all so hot slutty little teases Jesus Christ stop thinking about it stop thinking about it stop…”

- mike glares up at him

- he’s just looking around the room, making notes on the papers in front of him

- the headache is blaring so he rubs his eyes trying to clear it away

- then they all start coming in at once, a slow trickle like turning a radio up slowly then BOOM

- SCREAMING in his head it’s all of his classmates’ voices

- “…ninety divided by 46 plus x…” “…did I leave my headlights on…” “god I’m too hungover for this…” “…Richie Tozier is so fUCKING HOT…” “I WANT TO KILL MYSELF…” “FUCK THIS PLACE FUCK THIS PLACE FUC-“

- the bell rings and he is so caught off guard but he leaves with the rest of the class

- the hallway is worse

- he meets up with the other Losers in front of Stan’s locker and he just wants to scream his eyes are watering from the pain and they’re all staring worried at him

- “You okay, Mike?” Ben asks but it’s barely a whisper above Ben’s second voice screaming in his head

- “YOU HAVE TO ASK BEVERLY TO HOMECOMING BEFORE SOMEONE ELSE DOES OH MY GOD IS MIKE OKAY WHAT ARE RICHIE AND EDDIE DOING GROSS OH MY GOD BEVERLY LOOKS SO BEAUTIFUL TODAY”

- Mike just leaves he can’t even think straight

- he just drives home in his red Camero his dad got him for his 17th birthday and tries to focus on the road

- as soon as he gets home he crawls into bed and pulls the covers up to his chin he’s so nauseous and then he realizes he left a glass of water on his desk last night and god is he fucking thirsty now but the pain in his head is so immense he doesn’t think he can get up

- he puts his hand out towards the glass but he knows it won’t do anything he’s just being dramatic but GATDAMN if he doesn’t actually think his head is about to split in half

- but then the glass moves, just like an inch

- and Mike nearly pees himself because um GHOSTS?? Or is he imagining it?

- but then it moves again a little closer to the edge of the desk

- now he’s got this crazy notion in his head that he did it HE moved the glass

- so he concentrates a little harder, squinting his eyes and trying to drown out the voice of his mother in the kitchen pounding through his skull

- and then the glass flies off the desk, throwing itself about five feet from him and shattering on the floor, water and glass in a huge spiral on the ground

- he is SHOOK

- he passes out from shock and exhaustion

- the next day the headache is still there but not as bad and the voices are there all over all at once but not as bad either.

- he can’t get the glass thing out of his mind because did he do that? Was that really him? Did he imagine it? No, there was definitely still glass all over the ground this morning

- he meets the Losers again and their voices are all so nice and calm in his mind and he wants to cry again because thank god.

- “I need to tell you guys something,” He croaks. “After school, the Barrens.” Anywhere far away from the bustle of other humans sounds great, he thinks, and they all agree. He doesn’t want them to think he’s crazy but he trusts them, they trust him. They’ll believe him right?

- during the course of school he hears three people silently hit on him, two teachers think about cheating on their spouses to screw one another, and Patrick Hockstetter thinking literally on repeat “Not real, not real, not real, not real.”

- he also thinks it’s him that makes the clock fall off the wall in Chem (he had been staring at it pretty hard) and maybe it was him who made Richie’s skateboard fly out from under him as he slid down the hallway (he’d told him multiple times to stop skating in the halls he was gonna get hurt)

- after school he practically flies out of the building and zooms down to the Barrens not even stopping at his locker

- the silence of the Barrens is soothing and for the first time since yesterday he doesn’t hear anyone else in his mind except his own thoughts

- when the others show up their voices are still quiet and calm and god he loves his friends

- they all sit in a circle and then he tries to gather the courage to say what happened yesterday

- “…is he okay?” “Did something happen…” “was it Bowers again?” “…tell us Mike, tell us…” all second voices in his head.

- “I think I’m going crazy. Yesterday…yesterday I started hearing voices. Everyone’s voices. Your voices…in my head. And then when I got home yesterday I think I…made a glass break in my room.”

- they all stare at him dumbfounded and then Richie starts laughing, cackling even

- “Yeah, ok, sure. Good one Mike.”

- “I’m serious Rich.”

- “You think you’re hearing our voices…inside your head?” Stan says and he nods.

- “What am I thinking right now then?” Richie says and he stares at him hard like him thinking harder will make it easier for Mike to hear him but JESUS he’s already screaming in his mind

- “Well if everyone else could quiet down for a second…”

- then slowly Richie’s second voice starts coming in like a beacon

- “I LIKE BIG BUTTS AND I CANNOT LIE YOU OTHER BROTHERS CANT DENY”

- mike laughs “You’re singing Baby Got Back”

- Richie nearly falls over

- they all look from mike to Richie to mike again and then they’re all talking out loud at him

- “HOLY SHIT” “READ MY MIND NEXT” “OH GOD SO YOU HEARD ME THINKING ABOUT-“ “HOW DID THIS HAPPEN??” “DID GET BIT BY A RADIOACTIVE SPIDER??”

- They believe him and he starts to cry because he is so happy he was so worried they wouldn’t believe him

- as the weeks go on, he starts to hone his skills, listening and being able to drown out all the voices except one at a time

- They all go down to the Barrens and help him practice moving things, small stuff at first but then he can pick whole boulders up and move them

- Everytime he gets something to move, whether it be by holding his hand out in front of him or just thinking really hard they all cheer and scream and clap for him

- after three months he starts to realize he can make people think or see things too, like a vampire’s persuasion

- He makes the Bowers Gang think they aren’t there when they pass by them down in the quarry

- He makes Richie think he’s peed his pants as a prank at a sleepover

- He makes Eddie think he can breathe fine without his inhaler

- His powers get stronger and more fine-tuned over the course of a year

- He doesn’t have to deal with anything bad for quite some time but that’s probably also too much to write rn

I hope you like it??? If I had more time in my day to write I’d write a small fic about this!! Thank you again!!!

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