#i hope their first dance is to islands in the stream

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

#please this is the cutest thing ever #i hope their first dance is to islands in the stream #i love her #911 abc #madney #maddie x chimney #chimney x maddie #maddie buckley #chimney han #kenneth choi #jennifer love hewitt #bless her heart

[devilfic]

GMMMMM!!!!! I was hoping you could write a battinson x reader about their wedding? Maybe something just super soft and fluffy, WE LACK BATTINSON WEDDING CONTENT

❝wedding headcanons with bruce wayne❞

pairing: battinson!bruce wayne x gn!reader. cw: fluff, established relationship, marriage, mention of alcohol. words: 2k.

oh ABSOLUTELY

alright, walk with me

I’m imagining that bruce is a bit older if he’s getting married because. let’s be honest. getting this man to settle down right now would be like wrangling a hellhound

not because he doesn’t fantasize about it. trust me, he has, but you really are in a polygamous relationship with gotham during your first few years together LMAO

I think bruce had an idea of what his wedding would be like when he was younger

probably a small, traditional wedding. something that his parents had

but at some point, when bruce becomes conscious of his position in society (and just how many people are gonna wanna come to this thing), he figures out it’s probably gonna be a big deal

bruce... does not like that

I don’t think that he has a problem with a big wedding, but he does know if he has one, he’s going to have to adhere to the social rules of the upper echelon

and that means inviting people he doesn’t particularly Like

again, he does not like that

but the thing abt these social rules is that if you tell him you’re not comfortable, if you tell him you don’t like someone, if you tell him you don’t want someone there, he won’t give a FUCK about their feelings

bruce does not care about the fanfare. this day is for you and him as far as he’s concerned

this is also why I think during the planning stage he’d be the kind of husband to just hand you his wallet and tell you to go ape shit

but he’s not that kind of guy. he isn’t some disinterested husband just pawning off all the hard work onto you because he doesn’t want to do anything

it’s like I said, he only cares about you

if you want to go great gatsby and throw the party of the year? go crazy!

if you want something on an island beach? he’ll bring sunglasses!

if you want to walk up to the courthouse, pay for your marriage license, and take him to bed right after? do you, babey. or him. in this case

I think the only thing bruce would have any strong feelings about is the color scheme

I’m sorry, you know he’s going to want a lot of dark, gothic elements

he will feel so out of place if you guys did anything outside of his color palette LMAO

he’s not afraid of getting fancy, he just needs things to be on Brand

that being said, I think he would really like if you had the wedding in a cathedral

I mean the acoustics with a choir singing as you walk down the aisle would just be heavenly

I’m just picturing the cathedral in the movie with white roses and ivy everywhere!! the sun streaming in through the windows!!! the choir on either side of the altar singing so beautifully while bruce watches you approach that he can’t help but start crying!!! ahhhhH!!!

I also saw a couple do this and thought it was really sweet

so instead of doing the whole not seeing each other before the wedding thing, the couple dressed each other the day of

just imagining the intimacy of slowly waking up the morning of the wedding in bed with bruce, letting him stroke your back as you lay on his chest

you’re both a little nervous but all that comes out in giggles and silly jokes to calm each other down

then taking a shower together, washing bruce’s hair for him, getting distracted because he starts kissing down your back and oh how time flies

sharing breakfast that you both made in your underwear because alfred took dick and left you two the house for the weekend because I’d also like to imagine that at this point, robin is part of the family

(and is enjoying his weekend with grandpa alfred. and definitely hasn’t learned any alarming offensive tactics since he’s been away)

bruce putting on a record and dancing with you in the living room to “practice” for later

helping each other into your clothes, brushing hair out of the way and reminding the other where they left their shoes/earrings/cologne

bruce driving you to the cathedral and only parting ways so that you can hurry in the back door because the front is PACKED with paparazzi

alfred is bruce’s best man and is just smug as a bastard when he notices bruce’s little ticks that he’s starting to get nervous

dick is the ringbearer because of COURSE he is

I just love the idea of little dick grayson whispering “I got your six, batman 😎” when he comes up to the altar and bruce has to cough over him because there are like. several people in the vicinity that do not! know that!

he’s got his hair gelled back to high heaven with a cute little suit on that he definitely wasn’t bribed to wear by alfred that morning

I also don’t think dressing you before the wedding diminishes the impact of seeing you walk down the aisle

I think that your morning together would only solidify just how many mornings you two would have from now on, and it would make him emotional knowing that this is just the beginning?? that he can actually call you his in a whole new way???

bruce’s vows... he’s so emotional about them.

he’s asked for help from literally everyone he knows, especially selina because she has such a way with words

vows are kinda tricky for bruce because to him, he wants to just be saying this to you. he doesn’t want to entertain anyone else

how is he supposed to summarize how deeply you move him—how eternally bound he is to you in body and soul—in a way that doesn’t feel like he’s putting on a show for the audience? he doesn’t care about any of that. all he cares about is you

he keeps falling into the trap of “they know how much I love them, don’t they?”

but one thing selina tells him to do is just try writing for you, then

just sit down and word vomit. even if it’s silly, even if you already know it, even if it’s embarrassing

and one night he finds you asleep in bed with a book on your chest, clearly having fallen asleep on accident with just the lamplight illuminating you

at first, he drops into the chair beside the bed and just sits and watches you for a few moments. your book rising and falling with every breath, your body half snuggled into the sheets, the little noises you make as you dream

but then his eyes start welling up and it’s like. all those words just come flowing out of him

he grabs his journal and is frantically writing everything down, not worried about making sense. he just wants to say what he’s thinking before it escapes him

maybe at some point, you wake up to find him furiously jotting everything down and you ask what he’s writing about

and he kinda panics because he doesn’t want you to see exactly what he’s writing

it’s all a mess! it’s ugly! not pretty or articulate or clean at all

and it’s not like he’s never a mess before you. you’ve seen every part of him: the good, the bad, the ugly. you’ve never turned away before

it’s just that sometimes... he hesitates

but before he can think of an excuse, you smile and slip out of bed

lean over him and kiss his forehead

“must be important, I’ll leave you to it. how ‘bout I make us something warm to drink?”

and the hesitation melts away

he doesn’t end up telling you. he closes his journal and tucks it on the nightstand and knows that you would never look, never break his trust like that, but if you saw what he said... he wouldn’t mind

when you come back, you two crawl into bed with warm tea and fall asleep together this time

I like to think that he once met up with selina on a rooftop so he could run his draft by her askjsdkjf

selina is a BRUTAL editor but she’s really good at it

and eventually she approves of his last draft and he’s like. yippee!! I’m free!! worst fucking experience of my life!!!

he’s fiiiiiine selina’s not that mean

but it was hard!!

and when you’re both at that altar and he admits his vows aren’t very long, it’s not a surprise to anyone that bruce “man of few words” wayne struggled with what to say

but that’s not it

because if they really knew bruce, they’d know that no matter how little he says, he means every word.

and there’s this one line that sort of encompasses a promise he’d made to himself long ago and now is making to you. out loud

“you’re a good thing that I don’t think I deserve, but I want to. so I am and will continue to make sure that I am a man that does. for the rest of our life.”

and all those years of never letting himself enjoy a good thing are unspoken between the two of you, your wedding a testament to his change of heart

it’s also just kind of cemented when he says “our life”. you really aren’t getting rid of him, now

NOW THE RECEPTION

I saw this on pinterest and I just. I think it would be so beautiful

a reception in a greenhouse!! surrounded by plants and candlelight!!

at night!!

this would be the more intimate gathering with just family and friends

if I may. be a Twihard for like TWO seconds

consider: flightless bird, american mouth for your first dance

I think it would be so nice... it’s a really pretty song.... ok moving on

I don’t think bruce would be very interested in. um. certain reception traditions but again, man will do whatever you ask him to

if you happen to be wearing garters and want to do a garter toss. I suppose he will participate.

right after sending out a signal that bricks every phone within a 200 mile radius

BUT TOASTS

man is all red in the face from laughing so hard, you’ve never seen him have this much fun with more than two people in the room

the toast is a lot less put together when it’s his turn, I think bruce is just so full of love and comfort being surrounded by people he knows well that he has an easier go of it

he doesn’t drink since he’s not a fan of alcohol, but you know he’s fuckin up a bottle of sparkling cider

if you choose to drink, he will be happy to escort you throughout the night

can see drunk you asking him to help you into a bathroom stall and he’s just standing there in the doorway making sure you don’t slip and fall into the toilet

at some point though, he WILL replace ur drinks with shirley temples

he’s not trying to cramp ur style but like. alfred will take a picture if you vomit and he will put it in the family photo album and show it every year on your anniversary and if you try to destroy it you will find he has made an infinite number of copies

by the end of the night, you’re both back at home helping each other out of your clothes in the same lazy way as you did the morning of the wedding

brushing your teeth together in the sink, washing each other’s faces, slipping into more comfortable clothes

by the time you both collapse into bed, bruce is so full of. love! and light. he’s still got a smile on his face that he’s had since the beginning of the night and it’s so different

you’ll crawl onto his chest and ask him if he’s happy, if he got everything he could have wanted out of today

he’ll press a kiss to your minty lips, still smiling like a fool, “I got to marry you, didn’t I?”

taglist: @yikes-buddy @alexxavicry @moonlightreader649 @geekyfer @thescarletfang

#bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne scenarios #bruce wayne imagine #bruce wayne headcanons #bruce wayne fic #bruce wayne fluff #batman x reader #batman scenarios #batman imagine #batman headcanons #batman fic #batman fluff #the batman #battinson x reader #battinson #dc #mjwrites

[fryingpan1234567]

movies I think every demigod loves

Focusing on CHB for now but we’ll get to the Romans eventually

These nerds all know the whole entire soundtrack for every single one with the choreo and everything

Massive viewing parties in the winter in random cabins that definitely can’t hold everybody and the amphitheater in the summer with a projector

Hecate campers have enchanted a fuck ton of those old plastic popcorn containers with the same magic as the dishes in the pavilion— every kind of popcorn, the perfect amount of butter, kettle corn, for some reason a blue one that apparently tastes like cotton candy (or so Percy says; no one else has dared to try it)

Sharing endless amounts of blankets and pillows

Everyone usually passes out towards the end of the night, resulting in the hugest bed nest known to man full of shreepy demigods

Literally every streaming service ever plus premium Hephaestus channels

Anyways onto the movies

We’re starting with Mamma Mia

Because let’s be honest— a big pretty Greek island with a ton of hot people and fabulous music?? Yeah they’re into it

Who doesn’t love Abba?

That fun little “WEEE’RE SOPHIE ALI LISA WE’RE THE GREATEST BESTEST MATES, I’M TALL— I’M TOUGH— I’M TINY— AND WE’RE GONNA ROCK THIS PLACE!!” is such a vibe

Everyone gets into groups of three just to sing it with each other, including

Percy as Tall, Annabeth as Tough, and Grover as Tiny

Jason as Tall, Piper as Tough, and Leo as Tiny

Connor and Will even convinced Nico to be the Tiny to their Tough and Tall once

Anyways everybody screaming the lyrics and dancing around, swinging each other in chaotic circles until they collapse laughing

By FAR the loudest they ever get is Dancing Queen— Chiron says it’s something to rival their battle cry and Dionysus pretends to be annoyed by it, but he’s always caught humming it to himself the next morning

”Well what do you suggest we do with three men?” “Well now that takes me back.” WHEN I TELL YOU EVERYBODY SCREAMS

Couples singing Honey Honey and Lay All Your Love On Me suuuper dramatically at each other

They’ve turned it into a challenge: how long can you two go, mercilessly flirting and teasing, before either of you break and end up making out? (The answer is not very long)

Splitting into two groups (mainly girls v boys but really it doesn’t matter) to scream Voulez-Vous at each other

It’s a competition

After the end of the movie, everyone goes and jumps into the lake in their clothes— this massive, shouting, laughing mass of magical teenagers booking it across camp just to go flying off the docks into the water

Moving on to another movie

You c a n n o t tell me they wouldn’t love Disney’s Hercules

I mean they hate it, obviously, but like. A Disney movie about them. What!!

Especially the littles

The littles looove this fucking movie you don’t even understand

They sit eagerly waiting to see the garbage caricatures of their parents onscreen, collapsing on each other in giggles when they do

The older kids still get a kick out of it, but Connor sulks in Malcolm’s lap anytime his dad is on, hiding his face in his chest and refusing to look

(“Mal, he looks so dumb.”

”Sweetheart—“

”SO STUPID.”

”You’re so dramatic—“

”LOOK AT HIM.”)

They make Chiron sing One Last Hope every damn time

Funny thing is, the projector they have now is not the first one. There was one before, which mysteriously went up in purple flames the first time Mr. D watched with them… coincidentally at the exact moment Disney Dionysus popped up on screen in all his drunken fuscia glory

Poor Nico di Angelo wants to say no to watching it every time, but his favorite of Will’s little siblings, Lilac, begs him to because it’s her favorite Disney movie

So there he is next to Will, Lilac watching eagerly from his lap, Nico bonking his head on Will’s shoulder every time the TERRIBLE interpretation of his dad is on

Will laughs at him

Nico pouts and says he’s mean and threatens to shadow travel Lilac to the nearest candy store and get her whatever she wants just to hand her back to him for the night with a raging sugar rush

When the 7 dress up as the Avengers for Halloween one year, it’s added to the rotation.

Percy was Black Widow

Leo was Spider-Man

Jason was Captain America

Piper was Iron Man

Annabeth was Thor

Hazel was Black Panther

Frank was the Hulk

Nobody was prepared for the level of hotness that they brought to the table, but the Marvel fanatics were definitely prepared to start watching the movies

Eventually it devolves into a big war over who the best character is

The smash or pass is getting out of hand guys

lmk if you think of any more I’d love to write them

#Marvel #mamma mia #disney hercules #riordanverse #percy jackson #leo valdez #jason grace #piper mclean #annabeth chase #frank zhang #hazel levesque #Nico di Angelo #will solace #malcolm pace #connor stoll #solangelo #malconnor

[onlyswan]

summary: in which you and jungkook splurge on in the seom.

> fluff, suggestive ? / wc: 2.6k

> warnings: mention of recording a sex tape oop

note: look . . . i don’t know how my drabbles end up the way that they do i also question the stream of my thoughts constantly. anyway the mobile gaming continues 🫡 this game got me hooked i needed to write while i’m in the zone. + feedback is always appreciated <3

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“wow, you’re so rich.” you comment absentmindedly, watching jungkook’s tattooed hand making multiple in-app purchases of gold and gems.

“babe, babe,” you panic and slap his hand away from clicking the largest amount of gems for the third time. “i think thirty-seven thousand gems are more than enough for now!”

he makes a noise of disagreement from behind you, his body vibrating against your back. his arms circle around your waist again, using both words and touch as his ways of persuasion. “did you see the top one? they’re in like level 600! let me buy more so we’re set for until level 300 or something.”

you sigh in defeat, letting him hold the ipad propped up against your thighs again. “well, i guess the money just circles back to your bank account.”

“i know right?” he giggles in delight. “ohhh, i’ll buy the tany pass so we can get the butter costumes.”

sparkling gold coins replace your irises like they do in the cartoons. the said costumes are too adorable and you want to see them wear the matching outfits in the island. moreover, your boyfriend knows how much you loved his long purple hair.

“does it come with all seven?” you ask curiously as jungkook lifts up the ipad to level with his head for umpteenth time, using the face id to confirm the $8 dollar purchase. the purchase successful! notification flashes on the screen, and you can’t hide the stupid smile forming on your face.

“i’m not sure? let’s see.” he hums, tapping each member on the screen to check their available items.

“oh wait! i need to complete the tier first. hold on.” he exists the tab to go back to the event, purchasing the keys to unlock all the prizes without having to collect anymore. he claims them one by one. “oh, so there’s only jin-hyung, jimin-hyung, taehyung-hyung, and me.”

“but i wanted everyone- oh my god, you guys are so cute.” you hold down the squeal in your throat, zooming in on the characters wearing their butter outfits. “his rainbow hair is really pretty. i saw they released the butter funko pops too? looks great as everything.”

he nods with a chuckle, watching jimin walk around the island. “he’s the only one who can pull that off.”

“well now i wanna see you try it.” blonde jungkook was also very pretty- the evidence of your honesty being the three weeks you only referred to him as barbie.

“barbie, i miss your face. what time are you coming home?”

“hey barbie, what you cooking for dinner?”

“that’s not how lasik surgery works, barbie!”

“good morning, pretty barbie. i’m not sure but i think i . . . burned the coffee maker?”

the name rhymes with baby, your term of endearment for each other. you know what? it’s basically the same word, so he got used to it right away. if he hears someone saying it in public, he will most probably still react to it. obviously, you stopped using the name when he dyed his hair another color.

so if he tries the sprayed on pastel colors on his blonde hair? you get the living, breathing barbie doll of your childhood and teenage dreams.

“we can try for fun when i want to bleach my hair again.”

jungkook is an angel who always lets you indulge in the desires of your heart.

“hmm, soon then. your natural hair is very pretty and healthy right now. i hope it grows out the way you want it to this time.” your hand reaches back to caress his head. his hair is as smooth as silk as it glides across your palm, freshly dried from the shower not even two hours ago.

you remove your hand to entertain yourself with the game again, dragging the members to the army bomb to make them dance to their songs.

“oh! they’re playing still with you?” you exclaim in pleasant surprise, laughing at his character dancing cutely to his precious song. the other members have the biggest smiles on their faces dancing along too. jungkook watches the scene with you in pure amusement.

“ah, the game has captured the group’s dynamics very well. they got all the inside jokes and nicknames researched and written down.” he shares his review before the sight of namjoon and seokjin crying while eating mint chocolate ice cream makes him burst with laughter.

“see? they are this dramatic over this in real life! i can attest to this!” he makes them do it again to point it out, the speech bubble that says i’m brushing my teeth right now sounding awfully familiar.

“you and taehyung are my favorite.” you drag him over to taehyung to show the two of them holding hands and moving side-to-side like two little kids who won prizes at the fair. “so cute!”

you wish you had a penny for every time you say the word cute today.

“oh, that looks familiar but i can’t remember where we did that anymore.”

he suddenly grabs your hand and places it on top of his head.

you look back at him confusion. “yes, baby?”

“play with my hair while i buy more outfits and decos please.”

his soft voice makes flowers bloom in your chest. how endearing is your boyfriend?

“of course, baby.” you resume stroking his hair, occasionally twisting the strands in your fingers and raking your nails on his scalp.

he shifts around to lean more comfortably on the pillows, one arm holding you by the waist and the other holding the ipad. you allow yourself to completely relax between his thighs, his body enclosing you into a cocoon of warmth and affection. if you only you could stay in this position for the rest of your life, you would.

but the hand playing with his pair pauses when he starts messing around with the game again, replacing the free items he got with the other designs that cost the most diamonds. the tent, the dining area, the luggage, the camp fire, the cocktail bar, the sun beds, the umbrellas, the hammocks.

huh, you haven’t quite gotten used to it yet.

it is pleasing to watch- having the luxury to choose and being able to buy the one that you want. you both know it’s just a silly little game, but the satisfaction that comes with decorating the island can be addicting. apparently, you and jungkook have a knack for finding entertainment in the silliest things, which further strengthens your bond. you firmly believe you were childhood friends in another life.

meanwhile, he moves on to opening ten lucky boxes at a time.

“booster. booster. booster.” he mumbles while tapping on the screen. “hah! i got suga-hyung a top. and shades. booster. booster. a windmill? streetlamp. booster. shorts. no way- the car from daechwita? ice cream truck . . . light it up like dynamite~”

you swear, there is a kid trapped inside your boyfriend’s big body. if he was to be prohibited from speaking or moving for twenty four hours, he wouldn’t be able to follow the rules even if his life depended on it. perhaps that is why there is always the need to protect him despite knowing the fact that he is way stronger than you- he is such a kind and free spirit. a rare gem. your one in seven billion. you want to protect him from mosquitoes and storms and shipwrecks and exposed wires and slippery floors and sharp edges and treadmills (it flung him off that one time two years ago) and any other form of bad energy in the universe. atleast, you’re trying to.

after opening about thirty? forty? boxes, he dresses up the remaining members. however, “can i make them naked? oh. i can pay for it. i’ll make namjoon-hyung naked- shirtless. oh-ho-ho! sexy with the hair as blue as the ocean.”

your laughter is louder than the ipad’s speakers blasting the game’s original soundtrack, your boyfriend’s hilarious live gaming commentary exactly being your style of humor.

to be honest, if only you weren’t in a healthy relationship, you’d think he was in love with namjoon.

after displaying the decos he bought, jungkook decides to make a club.

“you really posted on your ig story.” you chortle in disbelief, scrolling through the seemingly endless amount of requests. “this is so fun. hold on-”

“everyone’s on level 100 and 200. how are they so fast?!” he cries out at the three digits beside the nicknames of the users. “we need to catch up to them after this.”

“they’re all sending you flowers. and fruit baskets? pearl necklace. these literally cost gems.” you curl up between his thighs from laughing so hard, your grip on the ipad loosening until it slips down next to jungkook. “my stomach hurts. i can’t breathe.”

his wide frame also shakes in mirth, but he securely wraps his arms around you to prevent you from falling off the bed. for the record, it is a king-sized bed. for some reason, however, the two of you always end up being tangled together on the one edge or the other. (most of the time it’s actually you subtly moving closer and closer until he pays attention and cuddles you)

“okay! let’s start accepting requests.” he announces while manhandling you back into your previous position. you grunt at the pressure pressing against your stomach, holding onto his forearm to push it away lightly out of reflex.

you’re literally on the bed, why does he feel the need to carry you all the time?

once you’re settled down once again, you start accepting requests to join the club together. you take turns in picking random users based on the nicknames that catch your attention, and it is peaceful for a while until you’re looking for the one final member and-

“jeon jungkook’s future wife . . . that doesn’t sound right.” you read the nickname out loud, tilting your head to the side with a click of your tongue.

“well, i do like that they’re brave.” with a shrug, you accept their request and open the door for them to enter the club.

jungkook snickers behind you, obviously loving how his ego is being spoon-fed at the moment.

you sit up to accusingly look at him with hooded eyes. “all the flowers and gifts and proposals. you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“maybeee.” he offers you a playful beam. “but it’s our game. i’m doing this for us! we can get lots of hearts from the club!”

we- they don’t even know i exist. but he still makes you smile anyway. your lovely jungkook, who is always too good to you.

spontaneously deciding that you want to splurge on lucky boxes to make the countless purchases of gems worth it, you soon find yourself unable to stop. oh, you understand him better now.

“it’s fun, isn’t it?” he smiles at the childlike look of relishment on your face. you tap and tap and tap, collecting prizes like a panicked thief picking up gold coins forming a long trail, except that unlike the thief, you are overjoyed.

“keep buying until we get six of the cars.” he instructs you, clicking the cart that takes you to the lucky box again. he plans for each of them to be designated to the members who have a driving license. perhaps it’s unnecessary, sure- but he wants to prolong your small joys as much as he can.

“kay, since it’s your money.” you answer gleefully. you free yourself from the hesitation of spending gems since you can’t get a refund for them anyway.

you end up with six daechwita cars and three dynamite ice cream trucks. jungkook parks them all beside each other, like a team huddling together before a basketball game. he also buys taehyung’s hansung costume from the kdrama he starred in called hwarang, later on claiming that taehyung looks like he has been the immortal guardian of the island since the day the dry land was created on planet earth.

his words exactly. not yours. your boyfriend’s imagination tends to wander around like a free bird soaring through the sky for the first time in its life.

after chatting with the club members for a bit, he decides to pick up your level from 31. the motivation kicks in like a race horse when he realizes that your account is top 30 out of 30 in the club.

on the spur of the moment, he begins worshipping the boosters he was previously irritated at for constantly popping out of the boxes instead of the costumes and decos that he wanted.

you have never loved the word DOPE! more in your life.

“my favorite boosters are the whale, the double top, and the axe.”

“the whale is the best one for sure. it’s a lifesaver.” you mention cheerfully as you mix the two whales that wipe out the entire puzzle, mimicking a black hole that swallows everything that dares to come near it.

“oh my god, it’s so fucking satisfying to watch.”

jungkook grabs the opportunity as soon as he sees it. with a mischievous grin he declares, “title of our sex tape.”

yup, you should have foreseen this right when the words came out of your mouth.

you sit back up to look at him with a disapproving look. “you just had to do it, didn’t you?”

he pouts sadly, but his bunny smile promptly lights up his face again upon hearing your follow-up statement.

“like i’m sure we can come up with a better title than that!”

the familiar notification sound rings from the ipad, and you both peer down at the pop-up that appeared on the top of the screen.

it’s from cats&soup— another game you play together almost everyday.

Cats are missing you!

jungkook goes for it again without a single beat of thought or hesitation.

“title of our sex tape!”

the displeased expression on your face turns sourer. “you gotta try harder than that, babe.”

“that is not a good title. we have a beyond satisfactory sex life.” he whines, the joke he cracked backfiring on him.

“well then get back to me when you think of a good one. we need to feed our cats for now.” you exit in the seom to tend to the other game for the meantime. does my face look like that i’ll become a king will have to stay in level 80 (the bottom of the rank list) for now.

but then the gears in his head immediately starts turning after being given the challenge, and a new found motivation drives him to, in fact, try harder this time around.

he clears his throat, alternately looking at your face and your fast fingers upgrading the cats’ facilities. just waiting for the right timing to bring it up.

is this ever a right timing to talk about this type of stuff? oh, fuck this. ask the million-dollar question already.

he swallows thickly in anticipation. “uhm, so i was just thinking. if you approve my title, will we record one for real?”

you shrug without looking at him, focused on collecting money from the food your cats cooked. “sure. why not?”

jungkook’s doe eyes sparkle with doubled, tripled- no, quadrupled adoration for the sweet creature sitting between his legs.

“you are the love of my life.” he utters breathlessly.

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[joes-sha-la-la-la-girl]

The Last Time...?

Joe Elliott x Reader

Masterlist

This fic contains smut. Under 18s DNI

I thought that when I married the love of my life that it would never come to an end. Sitting at the kitchen table with divorce papers in front of me was not something I had ever pictured in my life. 

*

The day I married Joe was the best day of my life. I remembered it like it was yesterday. The pure white dress that I wore, the smell of the roses, Joe’s band all dressed up and most importantly, Joe stood at the end of the aisle with watery eyes and a blinding smile. 

I held his hands as we exchanged vows, tears streaming down my face. Joe kissed me for the first time as my husband. The whole day was perfect. Friends and family gathered around us, celebrating a marriage that everyone thought would stand the test of time. 

Joe had refused to sing on our wedding day, opting to not leave my side, his hand glued to mine. When we cut the cake and fed it to each other, he had made a cheeky joke which I could only hope that my great aunt hadn’t heard. The band certainly had and I could see them all almost rolling over with laughter. 

Steve had been there and although him and Phil had promised not to cause any trouble, the glint in their eyes was all too familiar. I couldn’t find it in me to be angry though. It wouldn’t be a wedding with some kind of shenanigans.

The honeymoon was even better. Days spent on the beach, sipping cocktails and exploring the island. Nights were spent between the sheets, neither of us could get enough of the other. The new weight on my left hand provided more comfort than anything in my life had before.

After we came home everything was perfect for a while. Dancing around in the kitchen, cuddled up with a hot chocolate on a winter night or on the patio during the summer. Kisses shared in the morning and in the evening. Late night conversations of the future and how many kids we wanted. Our life was a dream.

Until it wasn’t. Joe had to tour. With each tour came time apart and whilst I trusted him fully, I knew that there would be other women throwing themselves all over my husband. Initially, Joe had wanted me to go with him, insisting money was never a problem and that he would always take care of me.

However, I had been raised to always make my own money and not to rely on anyone else to provide for me. So I insisted on staying home so that I could work. Obviously 

I wanted to be with Joe and the time spent away from him caused more pain. 

*

That’s what led us to this. Sitting in the house that I used to share with Joe. I no longer lived there and had found a small house to rent a few miles away. Joe sat opposite me as he watched me read over the papers. He had given me 50% of everything, wanting a clean break. 

It was clear that the separation was not caused by falling out of love with each other but more that we couldn’t live together with the lifestyles we both had.

“Before I sign this.” I started, pushing back tears. “I need you to know that I never wanted it to come to this.”

“I know.” Joe sighed. He refused to look at me as he fiddled with the hand which still, for now, held his wedding ring. I watched him as he played with his ring. Despite the solemn look on his face all I could think about was that he never looked more handsome than right at this moment.

“I do love you Joe.” I whispered as I went to reach for the pen.

“I know that as well.” I halted my movement as I looked up at him, only to see his green eyes staring back at me. “I love you too.”

I smiled through the tears as I started to let them fall, jumping slightly as I felt his guitar-worn fingers wipe my face gently. I couldn’t help but gaze into the same eyes that I fell in love with, unable to comprehend that this was going to be the last time that I could do that. That one day there would be someone else looking into those eyes, someone else would hold him at night and love him the way he deserved.

Whilst looking at his green orbs, I failed to notice him inching his face towards mine. As a reflex, I felt my eyes flutter shut as his lips grazed against mine, I almost couldn’t believe he was there due to how light the kiss was. 

I opened my eyes to see him already looking at me intently, studying my face to guess my reaction. It didn’t take long for me to crash my lips back onto his as I felt my hand go up to his hair. I felt Joe pull me to stand up as he wrapped his arm around my waist.

I felt my body press up against his in the most familiar way, bringing tears to my eyes again. Clinging onto him tighter, knowing this might be the last time, I didn’t want the kiss to end. I could taste the saltiness from my tears as I daren’t pull away. I was sure that Joe left bruise marks on my hips from how tightly he was gripping onto me, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.

I had my hands in his hair, tugging gently, eliciting a moan from him. One of my favourite sounds. It was muscle memory the way that we moved against each other. I felt him pull away slightly and for a moment fear settled in my stomach as everything was about to end. However, the thought quickly left my mind when Joe started moving me backwards.

“Let’s go upstairs shall we?” He whispered against my lips. I didn’t hesitate to agree and the next thing I knew, I was being whisked into his arms and up the stairs. Wrapping my legs around Joe’s waist, I started trailing my lips along his neck, earning a groan of approval. 

Eventually, we ended up in our, previously shared, bedroom. He laid me down on the bed and he climbed on top of me, not wanting to be away from me for a second longer than he needed to be. It appeared to me that he was having the same thoughts as I was having. That this may be the last time we were ever going to be together. The last time we would ever be joined as one.

I tried not to think about that though as I felt his lips on mine again. The familiar sensation brought me comfort. I felt a tug at my shirt and I immediately assisted him in removing it. He then removed my bra and ran his calloused hands across my breasts, causing my nipples to harden. I let out a soft moan at the sensation and Joe quickly kissed me again, taking the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth.

I ran my hands up his back and underneath his shirt, pushing it up over his head, our lips disconnecting for only a second before Joe discarded the fabric in the same direction as my clothes. I gently dragged my nails down his back, eliciting a groan from his mouth. I always loved how vocal he could be in bed. It reminded me that I was doing a good job pleasing him. 

I moved my hands down to his trousers and Joe wasted no time in rolling off of me to remove them before removing mine, along with my underwear. I kissed Joe again as he climbed back up on top of me. 

“You sure you wanna do this?” Joe asked with love in his voice, reminding me of just why I fell for him in the first place. The caring nature he naturally possessed had been endearing to me.

“More than sure Joe, please.” Joe wasted no time entering me for what could be the last time. Naturally, I wrapped my legs around his hips and pulled him in closer to me. There was not a millimetre of space between the two of us as Joe started to rock back and forth. my back arched so that my stomach was against his. One of his arms wrapped under my waist, keeping me in that position and the other was placed next to my head to keep him steady as he moved inside of me. 

Placing my lips on Joe’s neck, I trailed up and down, earning a groan and a particularly deep thrust in return. This pattern continued, I kissed his neck and dragged my nails down his back and he rewarded the actions with deeper thrusts. 

“Turn around for me sweetheart.” Joe whispered in my ear as he pulled out and sat up. I did as I was told and Joe moved me so that I was on my knees at the foot of the bed. Joe knelt behind me and I could see the pair of us in the mirror. 

Wrapping his arms around my front, I felt myself cling onto him as he re-entered me. I couldn’t help but watch the obscene sight in the mirror as Joe picked up his pace. I felt his face bury into the side of my neck, placing kisses there as he moved his hips. Letting out a moan, my eyelids fluttered shut, allowing myself to get lost in him.

“Joe.” I almost whined as I felt him lower one of his hands down to my clit. Rubbing gently, Joe whispered sweet nothings into my ear, reminding me of the first few years of our marriage. 

The thought of losing him caused me to hold onto his arm tighter. 

“Please.” I whispered.

“I know darlin’” Joe told me as he gripped tighter. “I’ve got you.”

I let out a few curses as I let go at his words, my orgasm hitting harder than it had in a while. The feeling of closeness tipping me over the edge. I felt Joe’s release as well causing me to sigh gently at the sensation.

Eventually Joe slouched from behind me, taking me with him. The two of us laid on the bed together wrapped up in each other's arms. I knew that we should get ourselves cleaned up but I also knew that if I left his arms then I may never enter them again, and that wasn’t a risk I was willing to take just yet.

Deciding to bite the bullet, I broke the silence that had enveloped the pair of us.

“Is there no way through this?”

“I don’t know love.” Joe sighed

“Because I don’t want to lose you Joe.”

“You think I really want this either? When we said our vows, I never thought divorce would be an option.”

Turning around I faced my husband.

“Then why are we doing this? Why did we let ourselves fall apart like this?” When I was met with quiet, I carried on. “We have to be able to work through this.”

Joe swiped some hair out of my face before trailing his fingers down my cheek.

“How?”

“I’ll work remotely.” I told him.

“Y/N/N sweetheart, I can’t ask you to do that.”

“You're not asking. I can’t be on tour with you all the time but I can come with you some of the time. I’ll do whatever it takes to stay married to you.”

“You love your job though, how can I ask you to change it all for me?”

“Yes, I love my job, but I love you more. When I moved out I was miserable. I would rather change how I work than be without you.” I told him sincerely, not breaking eye contact.

“Oh love.” Joe mumbled as he leaned down to kiss me. “We’ll work on this okay, we’ll get through this.”

That was all I needed for now, the idea of staying in my husband’s arms rather than going back to an empty house. I had no idea how long it would take, but I didn’t care. I’d walk to the ends of the earth for the man holding me in that moment. As we clung onto each other, the pair of us forgot about the divorce papers that I had left abandoned on the kitchen table. There was no doubt that they would be torn up later anyway.

Placing a final kiss on his lips, I allowed myself to fall asleep in my husband’s arms.

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[k-slla]

Broken hearts.

Pairing Jensen x fem!reader

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, drugs, cheating, language, angst, bit of fluff

A/N: This is my first try to write so I hope you'll like it! Since English is my second language, there might be some grammar errors and weird phrasings.(Let's try to ignore those, ok?🙃) Anyways, a angsty, fluffy and cheesy Jensen fic from me to you. Feedback is appreciated! Enjoy!

My Masterlist

Dividers by @cafekitsune

Another cocktail. Another pill. Music was blaring in the bar. Never have you been this reckless but you felt good, really good. Usually you tried to keep away from consuming drugs and alcohol together but tonight called for celebration. It was your bestie's bachelorette weekend, after all, and you wanted to let go of all the stress from work. Luckily, two of the bridesmaids were pregnant and agreed to keep an eye on the rest of you, so when a group of guys joined your table, you didn't think anything of it.

That turned out to be a mistake.

You woke up in someone's hotel room with a massive headache and the room was spinning. Fragments of the previous night came back to you. Drinks, dancing, and hitting on some guy who joined last night. He was moving beside you. FUCK. Fuck. Fuck. Slowly getting up and out of bed, you gathered your clothing and shoes, quickly dressed, and made your way out of the room. Checking your bag for all your belongings, you grabbed your phone. It was almost 12 o'clock already. How?? You were always up early, even after a night out. You had six messages and ton of unanswered calls, eight from the bridesmaids and five from Jensen.

Around 10pm/ Jay: Hey, gorgeous! Hope you're having fun! Call me in the morning. Good night 😘

11.20pm/ BM: Y/N!! We're at the bar with shots, hurryyyy!🤘

1.20am/ BM: QUIT FLIRTING WITH THE BARTENDER!

3.25am/ BM: Where u @?

9.40am/ Jay: Morning sweetie, still asleep?

11am/ Jay: Y/N, please answer. Others lost you last night around 2. No one could get a hold of you. Are you ok?

You breathed out shakily. Of course, you couldn't tell anyone about what had happened the previous night. You'd have to lie and say you weren't feeling well and went to bed early. Thankfully you all had separate rooms so you just had to hope that they'll buy the lie.

It had been almost a month and a half since the incident, and the more time passed, the more you felt the need to tell Jensen everything. It would break his heart, and you had to accept the fact that he might leave you right then and there, but it had to be tonight.

You were almost finished with dinner when you heard the front door closing. Jensen came behind you and kissed the top of your head. "Smells good, babe," he said as he inhaled the aromas of herbs and garlic in the kitchen. "Hey, dinner's almost ready. Go wash up," you answered as you tossed the salad. After plating up the food, you sat across from each other at the island. You felt like the nerves were getting the best of you, and you couldn't even touch your dinner. Where to even start? How were you supposed to tell him that you cheated? You just couldn't blurt out something like this.

Jensen broke the silence. "You're quiet today, Y/N. Are you feeling well? You haven't touched your food." He looked worried and reached for your hand. Silence. Tears started to well up. "No," you whispered out and cleared your throat. "I have to tell you something, but I don't even know where to start," you said shakily. No turning back now. You took a deep breath and continued, "You remember when I went to Jessie's bachelorette party last month?" He nodded. "Well, there were some drugs and alcohol, and I drank too much, and...and I fucked up.." You looked into his green eyes and noticed tears already streaming down your face as you spoke. Following words broke your heart. "I cheated on you. I'm so sorry. I just couldn't keep it in anymore. I had to tell you.."

He let go of your hand and sat back in his chair. His brows furrowed. "Wait..are you serious? I'm sorry. I just can't believe this." He glared at you and you could see the heartbreak and hurt in his eyes. Without a word, he got up, grabbed his keys, and started to make his way to the door. "Jensen! Wait, please say..." He cut you off. "Wha-what exactly do you expect me to say to that? Just let me go. Don't wait up. I'll probably go to Steve's place." He closed the door behind him. Now you completely broke down on the floor. You knew it was your own fault, and you had never felt shittier. Of course you didn't feel sorry for yourself. You were hurt because you knew how your confession had hurt Jensen, the man you loved more than life itself. Over the two years that you had been together, you had never ever even thought about cheating on him. And you knew that he would never hurt you this way. One night of drinking and you lost control over yourself.

At night you were still hoping to hear the door. Finally after hours of tossing and turning, you managed to get some sleep. Work day was excruciatingly long. But also you were even little bit happy about it. At least it kept your focus away from Jensen. At least until you were home again. House was too quiet today. Usually Jensen was waiting you whenever he was home from work. When you were changing your clothes, you noticed that he had been home, some of his items were gone and you found a note on the kitchen table.

Staying at Steve's for a few days. Call you when ready Xx

Kisses. Heh. Maybe there was still hope.

Each next day felt longer than the last. You were drained and tired from the lack of sleep. Felt nauseous all the time and barely could keep food down. It's impossible to describe, how much you really missed him already. You found yourself yearning for his touch and kisses like you were addicted to him. It had almost been a week and you were hoping for a call or a message from him. Each notification had your heart pumping out of your chest. But nothing so far. And you decided to give him as much time and space as he needed.

One Saturday morning you had just got out of shower when you heard your phone alert. You held your breath. It was him.

Jay: Hey, are you free tonight? We should talk.

You: Sure, I have no plans today. What time were you thinking?

Jay: Around 7pm?

You: Great!

Now your heart thundered in your chest. You were excited but also feared the worst to happen. You had no idea, if Jensen wants to talk things through or if it's over for you two. Considering that you had no contact with each other for almost two weeks, you didn't dare to keep your hopes up.

You had just finished making dinner when you heard knocking. Why didn't he just come in, you thought. It's still his home, too. With quick glance at the mirror, you fixed your hair and wondered what he will think if he sees you. You had lost some weight, well it's obvious, you were only eating when you were about to pass out. You didn't sleep enough and always felt a little foggy. Your heart sank as soon as you opened the door. Jensen seemed really distressed. Like he was sick. Probably just as you were right now. But somehow he still managed to look like he was carved by Michelangelo. Not fair.

"Y/N! Are you alright?", his voice was laced with concern. "Yeah, I'm fine.." you answered "haven't slept much these last two weeks. Please come in. You don't look so good either. Are you ok?" You looked into his dark green eyes. He laughed half-heartedly as he stepped inside. "Well, not quite." He looked down and smiled a little. "But I'm not ready to give us up yet, Y/N. Not without trying." Jensen said quietly. Two of you held your gazes. For the first time over the past weeks you felt anxiety dissolve in your body and hope awakening.

"Do you want something to eat? I just finished dinner." you asked as you entered kitchen. "Sure, thanks." Jensen answered. After getting some food, you sat down at the kitchen island. Terrible feeling of deja-vu washed over you. You tried to force yourself to calm down. You and Jensen finished your meals in silence.

Later Jensen moved to the living room and you quickly put dishes to washer. You poured two glasses of Scotch and followed him. "Figured you could use one too." He accepted it silently and sat next to you.

"I just have to ask. Why did you cheat? Have I been away too long?" he questioned. "No! No, it's not that. I love that you still have the conventions, even after the show has ended. And of course I've missed you when you're working. But it had nothing to with you. I just didn't realize what I was doing when it was already too late. I know it's no excuse but ...." words died on your lips.

There was lingering silence between you. He took a deep breath. "Was it a one-time thing?" his voice sounded broken. You took his hand and looked into his eyes. " Yes. I regret that night every day. I hate myself for hurting you this way. I hope you know that." Your eyes started to well up. He downed his drink and pulled you into hug. "I believe you. I've missed you so much and I really want move past it but hope you understand that it will take some time for me to completely trust you again. " You melted into his body, silent tears streamed down your face. "I do."

He sat up and turned you so he could see your face. Jensen wiped away tears from your face. You eyes met and he gave you a little smile. God knows how much you missed his kisses. You slowly started to lean into him and he responded by pressing his lips onto yours. You moaned quietly. Desire started burning in your core. Jensen pulled away and chuckled. "Don't laugh! I missed you so friggin much. " You laughed out. He kissed you again but more slowly this time. You really felt yourself getting lost in his touch. Your kiss grew more heated and you hurriedly pulled away. You weren't going to push him into anything, even though it took you some self control to pull back from his lips. You were out of breath as you nudged your face into Jensens neck and both of you relaxed in each other's arms. You sat there for some time until Jensen broke the silence again. "So? It's okay with you if I stay for the night?" "Of course! Thank you for coming tonight." You whispered. Weight fell of your shoulders and you could finally breathe easily again. Never again you going to break his heart and you knew you would do whatever it takes to gain back his trust. As your eyes started to grow heavy you somehow managed to pull yourself up from the couch. Motioning Jensen to follow, you made your way to bedroom.

After changing your clothes, you laid down and waited for Jensen to join you. He pulled you into cuddle and gave you some sweet and lazy kisses. " Sleep now, dear, I'm not going anywhere." "I love you, Jay." You whispered. "I love you more, Y/N." With his words you felt his breathing starting to slow and you fell into a deep dreamless sleep. Both of you in each other's arms, getting the rest you so desperately needed.

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[greaterspawnislands]

Spotify drabble number 51!

Waterfall - Toby Fox

another instrumental - this one's on my ender king playlist, though, it's become linked to endlantis in my mind. Also I'm gonna use this as a little practice for a fic I plan to post later.

It takes Phil a few days to work up the courage to take the plunge. Even by the time he grabs as many potions of water breathing as he can from the chest in the basement, he doesn't feel quite ready. But Phil also thinks it might be impossible to feel prepared for an environment like this, so he refuses to let it stop him.

From the moment he steps off the obsidian platform to dive into the waterlogged depths of this End Island, he's immediately taken aback by it's beauty. It had been hard to see in the rushing water that surrounded the platform, but once he starts to swim through it, the resplendence of the island opens up to him completely. The beacons casting up into the void-like sky paint the top of the water a brilliant smear of colors, dancing around Phil as he puffs his cheeks out and swims toward the nearest volcanic vent.

There's enough coral here to rival the reefs of the oceans on the Overworld, growing all along the sides of various ruins that look slightly more native to this place. Purpur ships and structures with color blossoming along its side, like moss on an old, forgotten home. On the far side of the island, Phil can see a ginormous trident, something he doesn't understand how he missed in the few times he'd walked the tunnel here before. But as he tries to swim to that, next, something catches his eye and distracts him all over again.

Phil kicks his feet underneath him, righting himself until he feels like he's standing and looking down at the display curled in the center of the island.

No amount of conduits or water breathing potions can keep the breath from feeling like it’s being sucked right out of him. Bubbles fly from Phil’s open mouth as he stares down at the skeletal dragon laid out within the sand and endstone.

“What happened to you?” Phil mumbles, more bubbles than sound as he twists and kicks his feet in order to get down to the bottom of the island. “This doesn’t... this shouldn’t happen. It’s not natural.”

He doesn’t touch on the fact that the skeleton of an ender dragon is no more natural than the glass bowl that’s been placed around the island. At least the dragon is supposed to be here.

But the dragon isn’t the only new surprise the base of the island has in store for Phil. A soft light is emitting from the back of her skull, enticing Phil to swim around to the base of her head to see what awaits him.

There’s a tunnel. This is not the bottom of the island, there is something deeper, and Phil doesn’t think twice before diving down into the depths. The tunnel winds and twists, and at first, Phil fears he might be swimming toward the void itself.

But then he surfaces, and his world is turned upside down once more. Gripping onto the glass pathway, Phil stares into the dull sockets of his second skeleton today, water streaming from his hair and splattering on the glass as he pulls himself up. Terror he hardly understands is gripping his chest as he looks up into the face of something he knows, instinctively, is so much more powerful than he could ever hope to become. There is magic here, dormant but heavy enough to stick to Phil’s skin and make his chest ache with the force of breathing through it.

He does not know, yet, who he is staring up at. The deity lies on the precipice of decimation, just waiting to be brought back by an unsuspecting Player who has only just discovered

send me a number 1-100 and i will write a drabble based off my spotify top 100

#spotify wrapped ask #philza hardcore #philza s4 #philza #ender king #sorry this one took a while to come out ive been busy with finals and also not sleeping well :( #gonna get to the rest of them soon tho so feel free to keep sending in numbers!!

[remembertheskittles]

gonna start with the cruellest ones i can think of to distract you for as long as possible 🤣 top five danny mac and hamza dances (don't hurt me!)

this is the worst thing you could have possibly done. hope you're enjoying cricket. (love you!)

danny mac:

the quickstep that started it all

the first samba ever to get 40!!

week TWO viennese waltz

argentine tango

the blackpool charleston

hamza:

cutest cha cha ever

a rumba to the JURASSIC PARK THEME

gay gordons in a charleston!!

THEE salsa

his couple's choice

(secret sixth, the foxtrot which will always make me scream when i hear islands in the stream)

#asks #thanks sis #i'm not ready for this to happen to us agaaaaaain

[my-burnt-city]

Volcano is an extremely great piece of theatre. If you're in New York, I strongly encourage you to do what you need to in order to get tickets. If you're in the UK, please join me in wishing REALLY HARD in order that we might be able to manifest a run on our silly little island

And if you're anywhere in the world, the Dublin Dance Festival is blessing us with an on-demand stream! So drop €12 in their direction and treat yourself to 3+ hours inside Luke Murphy's brilliant - and unexpectedly weird - mind, regardless of whether or not you plan/hope to see it in person!

#post-punchdrunk pyramid scheme #luke murphy #will david thompson #will thompson #volcano #you GOTTA watch the stream #in case we do get it in the uk #but we get a shortened version #because a shortened version will probably still be great #but you should absolutely watch THE WHOLE THING while you can #attic projects #Instagram

[saintmeghanmarkle]

BECKHAM vs HARRY &amp; MEGHAN by u/englishikat

BECKHAM vs HARRY & MEGHAN What a difference in "My Story" documentaries! Now, I must admit that while I respect anyone who achieves legend status in their field, I'm not a "fan" of either of the Beckhams or football/soccer, although I do love a good Spice Girls tune. I'm agnostic about them for the most part, but there's certainly been enough coverage and pop culture on them individually and as a couple that I've been exposed to a lot of information about them. But WOW, did this documentary change my perspective and make me respect them.This series did everything for the Beckhams that the Harkles hoped and thought "Harry & Meghan" would do for them, but failed. I had no idea the level of scrutiny, gossip, public bullying, etc. the Beckhams endured during their "peak" years, yet at no point do we see David or Victoria whine about it - they confront it, call it out, but don't pretend to be victims, unlike the Harkles. No matter how many times David got knocked down, turned on by football fans, traded away to play for other countries, he never lost his love for his sport or his country. He's remained true to his roots, his family, and those he rose up with in the game, and seems genuinely grateful for the unimaginable wealth and position his fame and talent have brought him. He IS the man who waited 16 hours in line to pay his respects to the late Queen rather than get a pass to jump the line. Another thing that impressed me was the amount of chaos this life caused in their personal lives between the constant moves, long absences from one another, putting career over major life events, the implied infidelity, but it only seems to have made the Beckhams stronger in the long run rather than tearing them apart. And in that final scene dancing to Islands in the Stream, they seem as in love as in the first few months of their relationship. Compare and contrast that to Harry and Meghan who want to pretend they've faced the greatest press scrutiny and worldwide harassment ever known to man. Harry hasn't, other than on the periphery of the attention Diana faced, and Charles. But up until the last few years, and a few unpleasant stories about his bad boy pre-military behavior, Harry's had pretty positive affection from the world as "the poor prince who lost his Mother" and the "fun one." it really wasn't until he got over therapized that he became the Worldwide Whiner. Has Meghan had 75,000 people in a stadium singing that she "takes it up the arse" while she sits there having to endure that public humilation? Beckham shows why getting on with your life and "doing" will always serve you better than whinging and whining, fabricating "my truths", faking Pap danger, and stepping down from Royalty to social media influencer. ​​ post link: https://ift.tt/Ys9avB4 author: englishikat submitted: October 15, 2023 at 06:07PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit

#SaintMeghanMarkle #harry and meghan #meghan markle #prince harry #voetsek meghan #sussexes #markled #archewell #megxit #duke and duchess of sussex #duchess of sussex #duchess meghan #duke of sussex #harry and meghan smollett #walmart wallis #harkles #megain #spare by prince harry #fucking grifters #meghan and harry #Heart Of Invictus #Invictus Games #finding freedom #doria ragland #WAAAGH #englishikat

[roththeprimordial]

Distorted Reality: The Puppet Show

A/N: So, in case you don't know, this is a short fic based off of the fanfiction 'Distorted Reality' by Baithin/Orgo. This fic is an alternate take of Chapter 64: The Puppetmaster. Baithin/Orgo stated how he was thinking about making that chapter based on the Ember Island Players in the original ATLA show. But ultimately he wrote something different. This fic will have Hama put on a puppet show and portray Flanderized DR!Gaang with the characters reacting to it. Like the original Ember Island Players episode.

This should also go without saying, but if you haven't read Distorted Reality or at last up to Ch. 64 of the story, this will be confusing for you. So go read the original fic first. If you already read it, then enjoy.

Aang mirrored Sokka's movements. Even though Aang wasn't a master yet at waterbending, his muscle memory from his original world assisted him greatly in his attempts to relearn it. Sokka moved fluidly, much like the water he wielded. Both moved their arms, torso, and hips gently with a rhythm to them as the snow and water around them moved and danced all around their bodies, as if they were alive.

Aang thought back at the days before Sozin's comet when Zuko was training with Aang in a very similar fashion. He missed those days. The days where he was far more hopeful and naive. Where he actually had a world to fight for. But Aang has to remind himself that he is still fighting, he's still fighting for this world, for his friends, and for Azula... He also must remember that he will return home, to continue to fight no matter what.

As the two proceeded with their bending forms, their movements accelerated as they moved faster and faster, along with their very movements becoming more complicated within a matter of seconds. As they moved faster, they bent more ice and water. Morphing it in mid-air from water to ice, to rock-like ice objects to daggers and blades, and far mo more.

The two eventually ended their series of complex moves with the two performing a mid-air spin kick that morphed the water into daggers of ice. Sending them flying away several feet as each shard of ice imbedded itself into the ground.

The two teenagers soon stood straight, turned to each other, and bowed respectfully.

"How was that? Better?" Asked Aang as he rose his head up to meet Sokka's stoic one-eyed expression. Aang was surprised to see a small smirk crawl on the Water Prince's normally aggravated face.

"Yeah, much better. Your proceeding very well. I wouldn't exactly call you a MASTER yet, but still not bad." Said Sokka as he placed his hands on his hips.

Moments like this is what Aang cherished. Even though this wasn't HIS Sokka, he has come to view this distorted Sokka as an entirely different person. Still, a person who he very much considered a friend none the less.

"Do... Uhh, you think I'm ready for... Bloodbending yet?" Asked Aang. The very action of saying 'Bloodbending' made Aang feel sick to his stomach. It made him feel like something slimey crawl out of his mouth.

"Normally, I'd say no. But, with how fast your understanding the waterbending material and how we only have a few days left before the invasion where you'll face my father, I'd say your ready." Stated Sokka as Aang took a deep breath.

".. Okay, I'll do whatever it takes."

"No offense, Grandson. But I'd say he should learn from someone more experienced in the art of bloodbending." Aang and Sokka looked over to see Kanna hobble over towards them.

"Yeah, your right. My bloodbending isn't really the best. Gran is way more skilled in that department. But, I'll help out whenever I can." Said Sokka as he stepped aside and allowed his grandma to stand beside him.

"Okay... So let's get started." Aang stated with a grim expression.

"Very well... As you know, water is an element that can exist almost anywhere. The seas, lakes, rivers, streams, deep in the Earth, the air, and especially within all living things. Waterbenders have learned how to be as resourceful as possible when drawing water from different sources to fight. However, despite all living things being mostly made of water, the art... or should I say 'dark art' of bloodbending is fairly recent. Since water is seen as the source of all life, healers have learned how to use it to heal devastating wounds. After decades and centuries of practice and learning, Waterbenders have learned a great deal about the human body. But like all knowledge, it will eventually be weaponized. As you probably know at this point, Hama invented bloodbending. But originally, she didn't invent bloodbending as a way to fight, she invented it as a way to help others." With this statement, Aang's eyes widened in surprise.

"W-Wait, bloodbending was originally meant to HELP people?" Asked Aang. To Aang, he only saw the dark side of bloodbending. The taboo waterbending technique of reaching into another human's body and controlling them from the inside. However, now that Aang thought about it, it can be used to stop bleeding in someone who is severely injured and help people in several different ways.

"But, as you can probably guess, the invention of bloodbending didn't go as planned. Originally when my Gran and Hama were young, they were both healers. Helping injured soldiers in any way they could. Hama tried to assist a patient of hers that was already on death's door. Nothing she did helped, so... She became desperate and decided to bend the blood in his body. Suffice to say, it didn't help. The human body can be extremely fragile, especially from the inside. Hama used to much energy, she didn't bend the blood in the right way and sure enough... I guess you can use your imagination for what happened to the patient. Anyway, Hama saw a potential in this new form of bending. She taught it to others who used it. The art was soon past along to Gran-Gran, my dad, Katara, and me." Said Sokka with a serious look as he crossed his arms.

"Indeed. Bloodbending is a volatile art. Bloodbending is reaching into another living thing and controlling them from the inside out. As you probably already know, whenever the victim is being bloodbent they loose all control of their body. They experience severe pain and are under the complete control of their opponent. I used the term 'victim' and not 'enemy' because that is what they are. There is a darkness to bloodbending, to all who use it, there is a seductive quality to it. A dark quality that can transform a waterbender into something destructive and evil. When you learn this art, you must be vigilant and possess self-control, Young Avatar. Even you can fall down that dark hole if your not careful enough... I've seen it happen to many times to too many people..." Said Kanna as she and Sokka looked away with sour expressions of their own.

"I-I don't believe that... Don't get me wrong, I'm not really excited to learn something as dark and taboo as this. But I don't think learning something like this will instantly turn someone evil. You two know it, and both of you are helping me to train to face off against the Water Emperor." Aang stated with a slightly unsure expression.

"I'm guessing you were also referring to Katara too... Weren't you?" Asked Sokka as Aang solemnly nodded his head.

"Alright, enough dilly dallying... Let's get started..." However, as Kanna pulled moisture from the air and approached Aang, they were immediately stopped once one of Ozai's soldiers ran up to the trio. Huffing and puffing like he ran a marathon.

"What is it?" Asked Sokka and Kanna's attention was pulled away from Aang.

"*Pant!* *Pant!* It's... It's The Crab-Spider Clan. They're here and they want to speak with us." Said the soldier as Sokka's and Kanna's eyes widened in recognition. Leaving Aang to guess who this mysterious clan was.

"Crab-Spider Clan?" Asked Aang in confusion.

"Hama." Uttered Kanna in disgust.

"Please, there's no need for hostility... We have only arrived for peaceful intentions." Said Hama with a wrikly old smile.

"The day a clan like yours approaches us with 'peaceful intentions' is the day Hog-Monkey's fly!" Yelled General Zhu Zhang.

Everyone was huddled together in a large igloo with a hearth fire in the middle. Which Aang kept alive by dropping more wood into the fire and using his firebending.

"How did you even find us?" Asked Sokka with his arms crossed.

"This is Crab-Spider land, and this is Crab-Spider territory. We know EVERYTHING that's going on here. We know every rock, every stone, every frozen puddle, every stream, every tree, and especially any trespassers that camp on our land uninvited. Besides, if we really had hostile intentions, do you honestly think we wouldn't have a plan to ambush you and take you down while you were least expecting it? After all, this is OUR environment." Stated Hama with a slight cackle.

"Then how do we know your not allied with Water Emperor Hakoda? Maybe luring us into some kind of trap?" Asked Azula with her hands on her hips.

"The scouts that reported back to me stated they had no contact with Aniak'to. More then likely your not aligned with the Water Nation." Stated Wu as Hama nodded her head.

"That still isn't any kind of confirmation that your not here to attack us." Said Aang, after lightly blasting the hearth fire in the middle of the room with more fire.

"As I stated before, if we wanted to attack you, we would've already razed this entire camp to the ground. But, we are not here to fight. Instead, we are here to propose an alliance. Between the Crab-Spider Clan and you. All we want to do is assist you, nothing more, nothing less." Stated Hama with a slight bow of her head as Sokka, Aang, and Azula exchanged surprised and unsure expressions with one another. Out of everything they thought Hama would say, this was certainly the last.

But before anyone responded, the entrance to the igloo bustled with more activity. As everyone looked up, they saw two large burly men step in, they looked almost identical. And lastly, another figure entered the igloo. But unlike the two men, this figure was sitting down on what appeared to be a hybrid between a wheelchair and a sled. The individual's legs were wrapped up in animal skins as everyone's eyes widened in surprise at the new arrival.

"Katara?! You're alive?" Asked Sokka in shock as Katara turned her icy gaze towards him.

"Yes, brother. I am in fact, 'alive'... Despite what happened to me..." Katara turned her icy hateful gaze towards Azula who stared back at the Water Princess. The two stared at each other for what felt like hours. Azula attempted to hide her guilt ridden face and hide it with her usual smug poker face.

"Anyway, I consider myself more like the dead walking amongst the living rather then being 'okay'. The lightning your little friend shot at me paralyzed my legs. I can't move them any more, can't even feel them. And I'm in constant pain from what the Avatar's little girlfriend did to me. I don't know if I'll ever walk again... And it's all because of HER..." Hissed Katara with absolute venom in her tone.

Aang looked over to see Azula's usual poker face mask starting to slip away more and more, as it was replaced with a face of guilt instead. Aang expressed a sympathetic look of his own, before turning away and looking back at Katara.

"Katara... I'm happy to see that you're still alive. Have... Have you been getting healing sessions?" Asked Kanna as she tried to muster up the most sympathetic smile she could manage.

"Yes... However, all it's doing is numbing some of the constant pain I'm in. Thanks for your sympathy grandmother, however, it doesn't really mean as much when your on the same side as the psychotic firebender who crippled me in the first place." Growled Katara with just as much venom, as Kanna looked away in shame.

"Okay then... How do we know we can even trust you? For all we know, you could've sent a message to Hakoda before you came here." Said Aang with his arms crossed.

"Oh please, Avatar... I might be many things, but a straight up LIAR isn't one of them. Kanna can vouch for me in that aspect." Said Hama as he gestured her old wrikley hand towards Kanna.

"As much as I hate to admit it, she's right. Despite what she's done, I know here well. And she is telling the truth." Stated Kanna, nodding her head.

"But why come to us?" Asked Sokka.

"Lets be honest, the Empire is falling apart. There is too much distrust among the united chiefs, the forces of the Water Nation are too spread out. Not to mention, the constant attacks from the Wolverine-Skunk Clan on Aniak'to. The Empire will eventually fall, and they're at their weakest. So, we might as well join the winning side." Stated Hama as she held her arms out to emphasize her point.

Aang, Azula, Sokka, Kanna, Wu, General Zhu Zhang, and several other Invasion force soldiers in the room glanced at one another, unsure if they could really trust Hama.

"Alright then, so out of curiosity... What if we refuse?" Asked Azula.

"Than we'll have no choice but to turn around and join the other side. Tell Water Emperor Hakoda about your little Invasion plans and the location of your base." Stated Hama with brutal honesty.

"... Aang, what do you think?" Asked Sokka as Aang looked over the members of the Crab-Spider Clan once more. Seconds felt like hours as he attempted to go over the pros and cons in his head about allowing Hama, Katara, and the rest of the Crab-Spider Clan join them.

"... *Sigh*, Honestly, I don't think we have much of a choice." Stated Aang with an unsure tone as Hama smiled at the young man with her hands together.

"A wise decision, Avatar." Hama replied as Aang still shot her an untrusting glance.

"We're still going to keep our eyes on you, if there is any sign that you'll jeopardize the mission. We will deal with you accordingly." Aang stated in a firm tone.

"You have my word, Young Avatar." Said Hama as she bowed her head. Aang glanced at Katara, who continued to stare daggers at everyone. Especially Azula.

Aang shifted his gaze behind him to see his allies possessed the same uneasy expressions as he did.

"This won't end well..." Muttered Sokka under his voice.

The Invasion Force marched through the Howling Canyon. It lived up to it's name with the canyon itself being cold, dark, and the howling of wind sounding like the wailing of angry spirits and ghosts that continue to haunt the canyon. Haunting ice sculptures were carved from the icy walls of the canyon, mostly of human figures that either possessed blank stares or hateful glares that unnerved many of the soldiers.

After a while of marching, the party decided to rest on the path. The party set up tents for the night, several having the Fire Nation symbol on it, several having the Earth Kingdom symbol on it, some having the White Lotus Society symbol on them, and a very scant few having the Crab-Spider Clan symbol on them. It appeared like they were combining several of their smaller tents into one larger tent.

Aang, Azula, and Sokka walked through the snow and the chilling winter air in order to make it to Katara's tent.

As the three made it through the tent flaps, they saw Katara sitting down on her sled contraption as she still attempted to heal her legs with water. On the other side of the tent, Zuko was sitting down on a crate looking at the ground with a bored expression. As Zuko heard the trio come in, he glanced up with a smile on his face.

"So, I guess this means my shift for watching Katara is over?" Asked Zuko as Aang nodded.

"Yeah, it's Azula's turn." Said Aang, gesturing to Azula as Katara looked back at Aang with a fierce death glare of her own.

"Of course, leave the lightning-happy psychopath who crippled me in the first place to watch me. Smart, Avatar. Very smart..." Hissed Katara as Aang, Zuko, Sokka, and Azula all shared looks of guilt between one another. With Azula being the most guilt ridden.

"Look, Katara... I know your still mad about what happened, but that wasn't Azula who did it. Everyone here has been being tormented by spirits, and she's no different." Said Aang, trying to defend Azula as Katara glared at him.

"Of course, what was I thinking? I shouldn't blame Azula for crippling me, I should blame an invisible spirit for FORCING her to do it. I guess that makes everything alright now. Thank you, Avatar, for sharing from your well of infinate wisdom." Katara said sarcastically as she turned back to continue to heal her legs.

"Thanks for the help, Aang. But I don't need you to fight my battles for me." Said Azula as she placed a warm hand on Aang's shoulder as he nodded his head in understanding.

"Katara... What Aang says it true, I have been dealing with an... entity, that has been influencing my actions. I understand that's no excuse for what happened, but I just want to say that I'm sor-" Azula was cut off by Katara's yells of anger that instantly silenced the firebender.

"SHUT UP! THERE IS NO EXCUSE FOR WHAT YOU DID TO ME! Do you have any idea how humiliating it is to sit in this sled? To have nightmares and jolts of pain randomly appear out of nowhere!? Do you!?" Yelled Katara as Azula opened her mouth to reply, only to shut it again and look away with a shameful expression on her face.

"Hey, don't act like your a victim here, Katara! You tried to kill us more times then I could count!" Yelled Zuko in his attempt to defend his sister.

"So did Sokka... If that's the logic you have, then surely Azula should strike him with lightning too... Wouldn't that 'be fair', Sokka?" Asked Katara with a cruel smile as she turned over to look at Sokka who stared down at his sister with a stern expression.

"... I'm sorry this happened to you, Katara. Really, I am. But the entire world is in chaos. Both on the physical landscape, and in the mental one. One of Ozai's top men, Zhao, has been driven nearly completely insane by the entity tormenting him. Let's focus on taking down Dad and the Empire first, and then we'll deal with all of this." Said Sokka, trying to defuse the situation as best his ability will allow.

Katara shot all four members of the group an icy hateful glare, before pulling the water she was using to heal her legs away as she placed the animal furs back on her previously bare legs.

"Happy to see that my own flesh and blood tosses his own sister aside the moment it becomes convenient for him." Hissed Katara, as she used waterbending to manipulate the snow beneath his sled. Turning her around as she started to make her way out of the tent. But before she could get out, Zuko jumped in front of her sled to stop her.

"Woah, woah, woah, where do you think your going? Your not going anywhere without an escort!" Stated Zuko, as Katara rolled her eyes in annoyance as she flicked her wrist and manipulated the snow under Zuko's feet. Making him instantly slide to the side as she proceeded to leave the tent.

"I'm not going to be 'unsupervised' I'm going to Hama's puppet show... Something to distract me from the immense pain I'm going through..." Growled Katara as Aang, Azula, Zuko, and Sokka looked at her as she left with confused looks.

"Wait, a puppet show? What puppet show?" Asked Azula as all four figures left the tent and followed Katara through the camp of several tents.

"*Sigh* Seriously, don't you people ever stay in the loop of what's going on? Yes, Hama is putting up a puppet show. She's calling it 'The Boy in the Volcano'. She wanted to celebrate the Crab-Spider Clan being accepted into the Invasion Alliance. Even your Dai Li friend and the Earth Kingdom Mud-Slug heard of it. It's about your little adventures, since you returned to the world, Avatar." Stated Katara in a cold tone as Aang's eyes widened in realization... A show that was about the Avatar's journey's, that sounded very similar to the Avatar play by the Ember Island Players back in his world.

"What a shocker, the creepy old lady has a creepy hobby." Said Sokka sarcastically as he rolled his eyes.

"Puppetry isn't 'creepy', ever since she became my master, she has been entertaining me and everyone else aboard my ship when we were chasing the Avatar. They are quite entertaining." Stated Katara, with the end of her sentence being the only part of her statement that wasn't delivered with an ice-cold tone.

"That explains a lot..." Muttered Zuko under his breath.

"So... Wait, if this is going to be a play about our journey's, how did she get the info to properly represent it?" Asked Azula.

"Ugh... When we were chasing you down, Hama acquired bits of information from every town and area you visited. Including singing nomads, prisoners of war, pirates, merchants, and a very surprisingly knowledgeable merchant of cabbage. There, are you happy now?" Asked Katara with her usual amount of venom injected into her tone to express her annoyance and anger.

'Oh no... At the very least whatever Hama plans to do, it can't be any worse than portraying me as being a flying bald lady...' Thought Aang with an annoyed expression.

"I mean... At least it's something to do, right? We've been marching through snow for days and fighting for our lives non-stop... I kinda miss this kind of wacky time wasting none sense we used to indulge in. Like back in the Fire Nation." Said Zuko with a smile, making Azula and Aang smile in return. If only a bit.

"I have to agree with you, Zuzu, this could be fun. As long as that old hag doesn't depict me in a negative light or anything." Said Azula, as she flipped the Water Tribe braids her hair was in.

Aang quietly giggled to himself. Even though he learned his lesson that not everything from this world was exactly like his world back at home, he couldn't help but imagine an Azula puppet with extremely exaggerated personality traits like his friends had back in his world by the Ember Island Players.

"Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt to give it a try..." Admitted Sokka with a shrug of his shoulders. "But I just know that creepy old lady is going to depict me as an idiot or something."

Sokka rolled his one eye in annoyance as Katara turned back towards Sokka and replied.

"Oh don't worry... I don't think Hama could possibly portray you as being any more of a buffoon then you've already proven to be." Stated Katara with a hint of spite as Sokka developed an annoyed expression.

In the main Crab-Spider tent, Katara, Aang, Azula, Zuko, and Sokka made their way through the entrance, only to see to their surprise, besides Katara, that the tent was much bigger on the inside then it appeared on the outside. Seats were made out of ice that reached nearly ten rows. In the middle of the tent was a hearth fire with a small hole at the top of the tent to allow the excess heat to escape. Along with that, there were also several fire lamp posts that ran down the rows of seats on opposite sides of the tent. At the end of the tent was a large mobile puppet theater. It almost looked like the same kind of theater Aang saw many years back when him, Katara, and Sokka wore disguises and walked into a Fire Nation Carnival. Where he saw a puppet of Firelord Ozai that was entertaining children and breathed fire on an Earth Kingdom Soldier puppet.

However, the theater was blue and Water Tribe in theme rather then Fire Nation. The group of five looked around to see that almost the entire camp was there. Including Earth Kingdom Soldiers, Ozai's soldiers, Bumi, Wu, General Zhu Zhang, The Astronomist, Spriggy, Iroh, Kanna, Jeong Jeong, Pakku, and even Ozai were there. As the group of five continued to scan the crowd, their eyes stopped when they saw Nagi and Teo sitting in the front row. Nagi and Teo looked back and saw them as they both gestured for them to come sit next to them with several empty spots to their right.

"Hey guys, I'm guessing you guys finished up with setting up all the supplies, right?" Asked Zuko as he sat down next to her.

"Yup. We actually finished up around twenty minutes ago. We've already gone over the invasion plan so many times, that there's nothing else to do but just stand around and talk or train." Said Nagi was a gesture of her hand.

"Besides, might as well have one more night of fun before the big attack, right?" Asked Teo as he smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

"I'm surprise father is letting his soldiers actually take a break to watch a puppet show." Said Azula as she glanced back at Ozai who was sitting in the middle aisle before sitting down herself next to Aang who sat next to Zuko.

"I guess even father might need a break from time to time. That, or Uncle Iroh convinced him." Said Zuko with a smile as he imitated his uncle "'Ozai, even a great warrior like yourself must relax and have fun from time to time. That way, you may become whole and save yourself from your other self...'"

Nagi, Teo, Aang, Azula, Sokka, and even Katara who was sitting on the other end of the front row.

"Um... Hehe, I guess I'm not that good at impressions, aren't I?" Asked Zuko as he rubbed the back of his neck with a slightly embarrassed blush.

"Unfortunately brother, it isn't. Not to me at least. Maybe this will remind me a little bit of home, I was always a fan of the plays put on back in me and Zuzu's old village." Said Azula with a confident smirk.

"You mean the plays lead and produced by exclusively you?" Asked Zuko with a small smirk on his face.

"Obviously." Said Azula as she crossed her legs with a smirk.

Aang smiled at her, remembering how she told him that she always had a passion for the theatre and acting. He couldn't help but wonder another possible world where she made a successful career out of that passion and became a lead actress or a play director.

"I would've loved to see your plays, Azula..." Said Aang as Azula turned towards him and kissed him on the cheek.

"Thanks, Aang."

"Oh, please... I think I'm going to puke..." Groaned Katara with a roll of her eyes at the sight of affection.

"Shh! I think it's about to start!" Hushed Sokka as the fire on the light poles died down, with only the large hearth fire in front of the puppet theater illuminating the theater box.

The twin-doors to the side of the puppet show opened up to show what appeared to be a barren rocky landscape, a series of bare mountains, the oceanside, and a towering pair of twin volcanos. Zuko and Azula leaned forward to see each other as they shot each other smiles as Azula gestured her finger towards herself and Zuko before gesturing it towards the theatre. Signaling that this was their home island and their first appearance.

A pair of puppets on strings make their way into the center of the theatre before stopping. The pair of puppets look almost exactly like Zuko and Azula while they were still living in their little village.

"Zuko, my brother, you foolish FOOL! You let the Rabbit-Fowl get away again! Are you THAT PATHETIC!?" Hissed Hama's voice that was doing an impressive impression of Azula.

"I know... I'm pathetic... Why can't I do anything right?" The puppet Zuko fell on his knees and held his head down in shame. Hama managed to pull of an equally impressive Zuko impression as the crowd chuckled. All except Zuko and Azula who's smile's faded away as they glanced back at each other with confused looks.

"Is crying all your good for, brother? Grow some backbone already!" Ordered the Azula puppet.

"Oh gee... I guess I'll try to stand up for myself." However, the Zuko puppet immediately fell back down. "No, I guess I can't... Why me?"

"Are you kidding me!? I'm not like that!" Whispered Zuko in anger as he looked back at Aang and Azula.

"I am sick and tired of living in this tiny village! I will become the greatest firebender in the world and DOMINATE ALL WHO STAND AGAINST ME! I WILL BECOME THE GREATEST WARRIOR WHO EVER LIVED AND BECOME KNOWN AS SUPREME OVERLORD AZULA!" Exclaimed the puppet of Azula as the real Azula gave a disgruntled look as her friends started to slightly chuckle to themselves.

"Well, that's just ridiculous. I'm not like that!" Whispered Azula in an annoyed tone.

"I don't know... That is pretty in character for you, Azula." Whispered Sokka as Azula shot him an annoyed glare.

However, that's when suddenly the scene background changed to a rocky cliff where a large transparent lava-stone orb was stuck on the side of the mountain. It glowed with a red hue as Aang leaned in with a cautious expression with a bit of hope. Will Hama dipict him as being overly joyful and cheery as Aang was depicted last time? Or will he be depicted as something else entirely?

"What is that? It looks like someone stuck in a block of volcanic rock. Perhaps for a hundred years..." Said the Azula puppet in astonishment.

"Goodness gracious, Azula... What if he's dangerous? I'm so scared!" Mumbled puppet Zuko in a cowardly voice.

"Enough of your prattling, brother! Perhaps I can free this stranger from his lava crystal prison! And then DEFEAT him in an Agni Kai to prove my supremacy!" Proclaimed Puppet Azula.

"Fingers crossed..." Mumbled Aang under his voice as the puppet Azula threw her arms forward.

"FIREBENDING ATTACK!" A small puff of flame appeared from a mechanical device out of sight as a figure ripped through the flimsy paper lava-rock effect. Followed by a bit of mist.

Aang got a good look at his puppet, it definitely wasn't feminine like he was dreading. But it definitely looked much different from what he was hoping. The puppet looked like him with his regular Air Nomad attire, but the facial expression on the puppet was angry, dour, and a little bit stoic as well. Aang developed a confused look as he saw the puppet show proceed.

"Who might you be, stranger?" Asked Puppet Azula as the puppet turned to her.

Only for Puppet Aang to unleash a gust of wind that nearly blasted the Puppet Azula off the mountain.

"You're annoying, back off..." Hissed Puppet Aang as Real Aang continued to look on with a confused look on his face.

"I am the Avatar, and I'm here to defeat the Water Emperor and save the world. I guess..." Uttered Puppet Aang with a roll of his eyes.

Puppet Azula crawled back up the side of the mountain and joined the other two puppets again.

"The Avatar!? Excellent! After you defeat the Water Emperor, I can become the new Empress of the World! With the Avatar by my side! Nobody can stop me! HAHAHAHAHAHA!" Yelled Puppet Azula, followed shortly by an evil laugh. It was only slightly more exaggerated then the evil speeches of Azula from Aang's world.

"Pff, whatever..." Uttered Puppet Aang as real Aang leaned forward with an annoyed expression.

"That's not me! I'm not like that! I'm not angry and gloomy all the time!... Am I?" Asked Aang as he turned back to his friends who looked away from him, trying to avoid answering Aang.

Aang knew his personality has vastly changed from the happy kid he was three years ago and into the battle hardened and stoic young man he became. But he never really paid that much attention to how his personality made others think about him. It was always his action that made people judge him, not his personality.

That's when a puppet version of Appa showed up, and started flying all around the other puppets.

"At last, the Avatar is here to save us! Spirits above know that I certainly can't! I can't even lift my flimsy swords with my thin noodle-like arms! I can't to anything right!" Exclaimed Puppet Zuko as he fell on his knees.

"Where the heck has Hama been getting this info about us!?" Whispered Zuko in anger as he glared over at Katara all the way on the other side of the isle. She glanced back at Zuko with a soft, yet mocking smile.

"As I said, Hama mostly got information of you and your little adventures from multiple sources... However, I might have told her a few slightly exaggerated personality traits of some of you..." Shrugged Katara as Zuko glared daggers at the water princess.

"Show me the way to your sad little village... I wanna get this whole journey over with as soon as possible..." Growled Puppet Aang as he walked off.

"Yes! On our way to conquest and victory!" Cheered Puppet Azula as she followed Aang.

"*Sigh*... I should probably stay here and let the flowing lava consume me... But, maybe I'll TRY to help the Avatar on his journey. Hopefully I don't fail at it like I do everything else in my life..." Groaned the Puppet Zuko sadly as he slowly followed the other two puppets out of the scene.

"They depict me as being an overly serious jerk! I'm not like that!" Aang exclaimed in annoyance.

"At least that old hag didn't depict you as a power-hungry psychopath!" Growled Azula as she turned her head away from the play with her eyes closed and her nose up.

The scene soon changed to the bay of Zuko and Azula's home island to Sokka's ship. There the scene depicts a stern puppet Sokka looking through a telescope on the front of the ship with a puppet of Kanna standing in the middle of it.

"Prince Sokka, you must try my new try of seal biscuits! My new recipe is to DIE for!" Uttered the elderly puppet.

"I don't have time to eat your dumb seal biscuits! I must capture the Avatar and regain my pride and manhood!" Yelled the angry puppet as he looked away from his telescope to glare at the puppet Kanna. And just like Sokka, the puppet had a nasty scar on one side of his face. However, it was on the right side, rather then the left.

"Very well then! More for me and the crew!" Cheered puppet Kanna.

"You're beyond annoying, grandmother! Go away!" Growled Puppet Sokka before looking through the telescope yet again.

"I should've expected this from that old crone, she makes me look stiff and humorless. A real buzzkill." Growled Sokka as he crossed his arms.

"Are you blind in both eyes? That is the perfect depiction of you. 'Stiff and humorless' suits you perfectly." Azula stated when she turned to him with a smile.

"How could you say such a thing?!" Whispered back Sokka in anger.

"Let's forget about chasing the Avatar, and get foot massages." Proclaimed puppet Kanna.

"How could you say such a thing?!" Yelled back puppet Sokka as the real Sokka slouched back in his seat with a defeated look. As Azula continued to look over at him with her trademark 'I told you so' look.

In a later scene, the puppet trio of Team Avatar were at the Western Air Temple. Which Aang had to admit, looked spot on to the real thing. The trio were standing around a fire, until what appeared to be a hat with a stripped tail sticking out of the bottom of it was zipping all around the camp site. That is until the Aang puppet grabbed the tail and forcefully picked it up. Revealing it to be a puppet version of Sabashi.

"Oh, so that's what's been eating our food... An annoying flying rabbit-monkey." Uttered puppet Aang in annoyance.

"Do you think we should bring her along?" Asked Puppet Zuko timidly.

"I guess... We'll keep her as emergency food." Puppet Aang dropped the puppet lemur with a roll of his lifeless eyes. "I guess we'll just call her Sabashi, it's about a good a name as any..."

Real Aang leaned back in his seat with an annoyed expression as he rubbed his temples. To him, it was incredible. The puppet version of him was almost the complete opposite of the Ember Island version of himself, which depicted him as being overly cheery and feminine. This one was way too stoic and self-righteous. He acted like a mix of his Zuko, this world's Azula, and Mai. But with the worst aspects of all three of them.

As the puppet show went on, it moved onto Team Avatar's arrival to Crescent Island. Where the team first met Mai and the Roku Warriors.

A puppet Mai quickly and stealthily moved around with black covering her entire body, except for her eyes as she moved like a ninja. That was until puppet Zuko stumbled into the scene as he accidentally dropped his swords, kunai, and other throwing weapons as he pathetically tripped over himself.

"Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah-!" That was until puppet Zuko fell on his face.

"Oh my Agni! I had razor sharp throwing knives loose in my pocket!" Yelled Puppet Zuko in shock as Zuko blushed and threw his hood over his head as everyone laughed. Especially Azula.

Later in the play, it depicted Puppet Mai running up to Puppet Aang who stood next to Puppet Zuko and Azula and yelled at them.

"Avatar! Prince Sokka of the Water Empire is here!" Yelled Puppet Mai

"Oh yeah, I led him here." Replied Puppet Aang nonchalantly.

"What!? Why?!" Yelled Puppet Mai.

"Because he's been on our backs for a while now. I need to rest. You fight for the Avatar, right? So hold him off while me and my team make an escape! Besides, I'm the Avatar. I can do whatever I want." Growled the Puppet Aang in an arrogant manner as real Aang expressed an annoyed look as he saw the scene unfold.

Moving on, the Puppet Gaang was in Jie Duan where the three were talking to a puppet version of King Long Feng.

"Destroy King Kuei, Avatar. And you are free to leave this place!" Offered Puppet Long Feng as Puppet Azula stepped forward.

"You can't tell me what to do!" Yelled Puppet Aang in response with his arms crossed.

But as it seemed like the Puppet Long Feng was about to respond, the Azula Puppet started laughing manically and dashed forward. She pumped her wooden fists out as orange thread that represented flames burst out of them. Puppet Long Feng was knocked back by the attack as Puppet Azula stopped her assault and continued with her villainous laugh.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA! That foolish king let his guard down, now that I have defeated him, I will conquer Jie Duan and become the NEW UNQUESTIONABLE QUEEN AND MISTRESS OF JIE DUAN!" Yelled out Puppet Azula with an evil laugh as Puppet Aang and Zuko responded accordingly.

"Golly!" Exclaimed Puppet Zuko with shaking legs.

"Whatever..." Muttered Puppet Aang with a roll of his eyes.

The real Azula rolled her eyes in annoyance in a very similar fashion as the Puppet Aang.

The show soon moved onto a scene where Puppet Aang, Azula, and Zuko were all standing close together with Aang holding a red scroll that had the Fire Nation insignia on it. Puppets of pirates surrounded the trio from both sides as they surrounded them and started swinging their weapons at them. However, the trio managed to slip away without the pirates noticing as they started tip-toing away.

"Well, gosh darn it, Aang! Why did you have to steal that firebending scroll?" Asked Puppet Zuko in his normal trembling and cowardly voice.

"Because I want to learn firebending! I want to learn it and get this all over with as soon as possible! Besides, I'm the Avatar! I can do whatever I want!" Replied Puppet Aang with a growl as real Aang groaned in annoyance.

The show continued on as in a later scene, it showed Puppet Azula being held captive with her arms tied up in chains as she stood on a platform. Water Nation Soldiers surrounded her as Puppet Sokka paced back and forth in front of Azula.

"Excellent! Now that I have kidnapped the Avatar's alley, he will have no choice but to show up to rescue her!" Proclaimed Puppet Sokka, before stopping and looking over to something off scene on the right side of the theater.

"Wait a moment! Who are you!?" Asked Puppet Sokka as a puppet covered in black wearing the familiar blue oni mask ran in.

"I am the Blue Spirit! The scourge of the Water Empire!" The Blue Spirit ran into the center of the scene as it tossed blue threads at Puppet Sokka and the Puppet Water Nation Soldiers. Knocking them all over and defeating them as Puppet Azula freed herself and swooned over the Blue Spirit.

"My hero!" Exclaimed puppet Azula as she jumped off of her platform and into the arms of the puppet Blue Spirit as the puppet dashed off the scene. Carrying Puppet Azula bridal style.

Azula and Katara both side-eyed each other with looks that were a mix of uncomfortable and awkward.

"I'm going to kill you, Hama..." Hissed Katara under her voice that was so low that luckily nobody heard her.

As the puppet show continued, it proceeded to the Sword Fighting Tournament. Which depicted Puppet Zuko just barely winning the competition to train with Master Piandao by beating all of his opponents purely by accident and clumsiness. Either by rolling up into a ball and crying, causing his opponents to trip over him, or Puppet Zuko accidentally forcing his opponent out of bounds out of sheer dumb luck and clumsiness.

It later proceeded to a scene where Puppet Aang and Zuko were training under Piandao with training swords. Puppet Aang instantly dashed up to Puppet Zuko and used his wooden training sword to smack the training sword out of Zuko's hands as Puppet Zuko began cowering away.

"No! Please! Don't hurt me!" Cried out Puppet Zuko in fear.

"You're too pathetic to kill, I just wanna watch you SQUIRM!" Growled Puppet Aang with an evil smile on his face.

"Oh, Okay! How about this?" Asked Puppet Zuko as she started squirming around in fear.

Real Zuko rubbed his head in anger and annoyance at how he was constantly depicted as being as weak and cowardly as humanly possible.

Meanwhile, Aang looked on with a mix of annoyance and self-reflection. He knew this play was obviously inaccurate and a total over exaggeration of him and his friends personalities, but it made him think if he really was that much of a jerk. Or at least he was in the first few months he arrived into this distorted reality.

Later on, puppet versions of Zuko, Azula, and Ty Lee were standing around Appa.

"I love the color pink!" Cheered out Ty Lee.

"Yes, we know that, Ty Lee. Thank you. Because you've been saying it NON-STOP EVERY FIVE MINUTES!" Roared Puppet Azula in anger.

"Wow! You're REALLY perceptive, Azula!" Puppet Ty Lee responded in a very airheaded way.

But as it seemed like Puppet Azula was about to respond, Puppet Aang ran onto the scene with a black sword in his hands.

"Aang, where wer-" Puppet Zuko was cut off.

"Shut up! Get on the Bison, NOW! MOVE! MOVE! MOVE!" Yelled Puppet Aang as everyone got on Appa as the puppet of Piandao ran onto the scene, swinging around another sword.

"Thief! Give me my sword back!" That's when Appa took off into the sky and flew away.

"Well, golly gee, Aang. Did you steal that from Mater Piandao? Because that is wrong..." Uttered Puppet Zuko.

"Shut it, Zuko! I took the sword because it looks cool. Besides, who cares? I'm the Avatar... I can do WHATEVER, I, WANT..." Replied Puppet Aang as real Aang's look of annoyance transformed into one that was a mix of anger and guilt.

He already told his friends the truth, and gave them context for every questionable thing he did on their journey. But here, it still gave Aang a stab of guilt for what he did. Even if he had good intentions.

He glanced over to see Azula giving him a small smile in response. She must've sensed how this Puppet Show was starting to get to him. He smiled back and grabbed her hand, as she grabbed back. As moments like this, he seriously appreciated her company and loyalty.

The first act of the play finally started to reach it's climax as the scene moved onto the siege of the Golden City. Puppet Aang, Zuko, Kanna, Azula, and Ty Lee stood around a dead and bleeding blue dragon.

"I can't believe it... The spirit of fire is dead..." Uttered Puppet Kanna in sadness.

"But wait, there is another way... I have the spirits life force in me! I need to sacrifice myself for my people!" Said Puppet Ty Lee as she started to walk towards the dragon. Only to be stopped and pulled back by Puppet Zuko.

"Don't do it, Ty Lee! You're the only girl who didn't think I was totally cowardly and pathetic!" Begged Puppet Zuko.

"Ugh, I guess I'll have to save the day... AGAIN..." Groaned Puppet Aang in annoyance as he stepped forward and with water Hama bent from behind the theater, water came to life and glowed a bright white. Healing the dead blue puppet dragon as it came back to life and flew away.

"I guess the Avatar is back... Yippie, are we done yet?" Asked Puppet Aang the second he exited the Avatar State.

In the next scene, a Puppet Bato tried to run away, only for Puppet Katara wearing a black body suit stood in his way and took a stance. But before the two could fight, the red dragon, Ran flew down into the scene. Instantly snatching up Bato in it's mouth, before swallowing the man with one quick gulp and flew away. Team Avatar looked on with confused expressions.

"Uhh... Did Bato just-... Die?" Asked Sokka with a confused expression.

"Yes." Replied Katara bluntly as Azula smirked.

"Hmm, I actually feel sorry for the dragon. I bet he tasted like sh-"

"Azula!" Interrupted Zuko with the best authoritative big brother voice he could muster.

"What?"

The doors to the theater soon closed as Hama's voice rang out from behind the puppet theater.

"That is the end of act one. Return in a little while to see act two."

Everyone besides Team Avatar, gave a round of applause, while Aang, Sokka, Azula, Zuko, and Katara groaned in annoyance. All the while Teo and Nagi attempted to contain their laughter.

Outside of Hama's main tent, many of the soldiers, generals, and other fighters in the Invasion Force sat around several pit fires that were scattered around the camp. Waiting until act two of the puppet show starts up. Aang, Azula, Sokka, Zuko, Katara, Nagi, and Teo sat around a blazing fire pit themselves. Nagi bending a limited amount of Earth around the fire pit to block the flurry of snow and wind going on outside to now extinguish the fire.

"I can't believe it! Apparently, Hama thinks I'm a weak cowardly idiot who's afraid of his own shadow!" Groaned Zuko angrily.

"Oh, don't be like that, Zuzu... There are plenty of OTHER things your afraid of, Mantis-Spiders, enclosed spaces, social interactions... Rabbit-Fowl..." Said Azula with a smirk.

"Uhh, Rabbit-Fowl?" Asked Teo.

"It jumped out at me from the bushes ONE TIME!" Growled Zuko to his sister in annoyance.

"Just be happy your puppet version has a moral compass," Uttered Aang as Zuko turned to him. "That version of me is nothing but a grumpy, egotistical, sociopath who thinks he can do whatever he wants."

"So what? It's just a dumb puppet show. It's not accurate. It's not like I'm some maniac who only cares about fighting and conquest." Said Azula with a confident smirk with her eyes closed. However when she opened them, she saw everyone silently staring at her.

"... Why are you all staring at me like that?"

"Yeah, that's not you at all..." Uttered an unsure and deflated Aang.

"Personally, I've only known you guys for a little while. But from what I saw, your nothing like those puppets. From what I learned, different events from history are seen and distributed in different ways to different people. Nobody will paint a 100% accurate portrayal of a real person or event. Don't let it eat you up." Said Nagi with a confident smile.

Back in the tent, everyone sat in their original spots as the doors to the puppet theater opened up again. The scene shifted to Appa who was flying along the sky with Aang, Zuko, Azula, and Sokka sitting in his saddle.

"Uhh, Aang... Do you really think it's a good idea to bring Sokka along with us? He keeps shooting us death glares and it's scaring me..." Uttered Puppet Zuko pathetically.

"Ugh! You are the most PATHETIC MAN ALIVE!" Growled Puppet Azula in annoyance.

"Will you knock it off, Zuko? We need a man servant to carry our stuff anyway. Besides, maybe he'll accept his new position. Right, Prince Sokka?" Asked Puppet Aang with a mocking tone.

"I SWEAR I'LL SLIT YOUR THROATS IN YOUR SLEEP!" Hissed Puppet Sokka.

"See? He's fine." Replied Puppet Aang as he continued to ride Appa.

The scene proceeded into the next one where Team Avatar and Sokka walked through the dark forest.

"What are we doing here?! There's nobody around for me to assert my dominance over!" Yelled Puppet Azula.

"Just calm down, would you? I just need to find an Earthbending teacher." Replied Puppet Aang as a prop rock nearby them lifted off the ground as a puppet of Toph lifted it up over her head and tossed it.

"What were ya'll city folk doing here in our neck of the woods? We don't take to kindly to OUTSIDERS around here!" Yelled Puppet Toph in a tone of voice and style of speaking that reminded Aang of the Swampbenders from his world. Except Toph here was far more exaggerated with her accent.

Aang and the rest of the Gaang couldn't help but laugh and chuckle to themselves after hearing Puppet Toph's voice. As Aang remembered back to the big tough burly man who played as Toph in the Ember Island Players, he wondered how Toph was going to be portrayed by Hama.

"Who are these guys?" Asked Puppet Jet coolly.

"I don't rightly know. But I's knows that if they'll be trouble, we'll have them for dinner..." Said Puppet Toph stupidly before spitting off to the side in her usual Tom Boy fashion.

"Oh, well that's nice of you to offer us dinner." Said Puppet Zuko with a smile.

"Offer you? Nah, you'll be the one to BE dinner..." Replied Puppet Toph as Puppet Zuko backed away slowly.

"Well, your an Earthbender. I guess you'll be my new teacher." Said Puppet Aang bluntly as Puppet Azula walked up to him.

"Are you serious?! Why are we bringing along this inbred country bumpkin!? She's an idiot!" Yelled Puppet Azula.

"Hey now, girly-girl! I'm one tough gosh darn Earthbender! And I be real intellomagent too! Except that time where I was beaten in tic-tac-toe by a chicken..." Uttered Puppet Toph as the Gaang continued to laugh.

"Hahaha! Oh, what I would GIVE to see Toph react to this! Hahahaha!" Laughed Azula as Aang started to think how Toph would actually react to this.

Either Toph would laugh hysterically at it, love it like in his world and his Toph with the Ember Island Players. Or bury the entire Puppet theater and Hama in an avalanche.

"Wait a second, can you even see?" Asked asked Puppet Aang as he waved his hand in front of Puppet Toph's face.

"I can see ya'll doin' that. I went blind after drinkin' sum moonshine. Now I don't see too well no more. I see a different way though, after bein' left in a cave and bein' raised by Bat-Wolves, I can smell ya'll real well..." Said Puppet Toph before taking a deep sniff of the air in front of Puppet Gaang, before stopping.

"There. Gotta good look at ya'll..."

The show continued as Puppet Team Avatar proceeded to the ruins of Omashu where Team Avatar was confronted by Puppet Kana and Piandao.

"Please, Avatar, find some mercy in your heart and return my grandson to me!" Begged Puppet Kana.

"Along with my sword!" Added Puppet Piandao as Puppet Aang seemed like he had a thoughtful look, before responding.

"No, this is MY sword, and MY slave... Azula, get rid of them!" Ordered Puppet Aang as Puppet Azula sprung into action with a smile and started throwing blue ribbons at Kana and Piandao that represented blue fire.

"Appa, lets get outta here!" Yelled Puppet Aang as Azula hopped on Appa with the rest of the Gaang as they flew away.

Aang looked to his side with a guilty expression on his face.

The scene eventually moved on. In a later scene, Puppet Aang was confronted with Puppet Katara.

"Why aren't you fighting, Avatar!?" Growled Puppet Katara in anger.

"It's because I don't wanna scratch that perfect face of yours, baby!" Said Puppet Aang smoothly as he pointed his fingers towards her. Azula's frown started to deepen as she watched the puppet show unfold.

"Are you hitting on me!? News flash! I'm the one who's trying to KILL YOU!" Growled Puppet Katara.

Azula glanced back at Aang and Katara, before looking back at the theater.

"I don't know... I can be SUPER perseuasive... Just let me firebend a bit, and maybe I can melt that icy heart of yours." Puppet Aang said with a wink as real Aang covered his eyes with his hands as he groaned in agony.

"Oh man, tell me when it's over..."

"So, your interested in me, huh?" Asked Puppet Katara as Puppet Aang walked closer to her.

"Of course... I love you, Katara. Always have." Said Puppet Aang as the two puppets interlocked their fingers and affectionately pressed their faces up against each other.

Azula looked down at her lap, with a slightly saddened expression on her face. As Katara side-eyed her with a smirk and Aang glanced at her with a look of slight guilt on his face.

The scene soon progressed to the Puppet Gaang, Puppet Kana, and Puppet Piandao showing up and surrounding Puppet Katara.

"Ahh, Sokka. My brother. You're traveling with the Avatar now? Come with me and you will receive your pride and manhood you desired so badly. Or, stay with Avatar and Gran-Gran and be a traitor." Said Puppet Katara as Puppet Sokka glanced over at Puppet Kana.

"Choose treachery, it's more FUN!" Puppet Kana said with a thumbs up.

Puppet Sokka walked over to her before pushing her over and walking away from her.

"Your a weak and pathetic old woman, Grandmother! And I HATE YOU FOR ALL TIME!" Yelled Puppet Sokka as he joined Puppet Katara, as both hopped on Panthers and quickly escaped the scene.

"... You didn't really say that to your grandma, did you?" Asked Nagi as she leaned forward and whispered it towards Sokka who looked down at his lap with a shameful look on his face.

"I might as well have..."

The scene proceeded to Ba Sing Se in chaos as Water Nation Soldiers, Wa Shi Tong, and other corrupted spirits started to attack the city. Fighting Earth Kingdom Soldiers and each other. It was honestly impressive how Hama was able to orchestrate a scene with so many different puppets interacting with each other.

That's when the scene proceeded to Puppet Toph, Nagi, and Yue standing still and looking on in fear as Koh The Face Stealer hovered over them all.

"Don't make any facial expressions!" Yelled Puppet Yue in a neutral tone of voice.

"I ain't scared of some dumb centipede man! I be the best dang earthbender in the world! And ya'll best GEEEEET OUT!" Yelled Puppet Toph stupidly as Koh just looked down at all three girls with a natural expression on his face.

"... I'm going to take you to the spirit world now."

Before suddenly diving forward. All three of the female puppets and the elaborate Koh puppet vanished, with all four of them being transported back to the spirit world.

The scene soon shifted to Puppet Aang, Azula, and Zuko overlooking the destruction of the city, before Puppet Sokka suddenly dashed on to the scene as the trio quickly turned to him with defensive positions.

"What are you doing here?" Asked Puppet Aang.

"I want to join you!" Replied Puppet Sokka as Puppet Aang and the Gaang looked on blankly.

"... Good, I've been missing our pack mule." Said Puppet Aang with his hands placed on his hips with a smirk, as Puppet Sokka glared back at them before they all ran off.

The scene soon proceeded to Puppet Aang walking into a dry tent where Puppet Princess Katara had her wrists tied to the post above her.

"Oh... So you decided to return?" Asked Puppet Katara.

"Yes, and I was hoping you would join us on our next mission. We can always use a pretty face on our mission." Said Puppet Aang with a flirtatious wink.

"Wait a minute, I thought you were in love with that firebending savage!" Replied Puppet Katara as Azula subconsciously nodded her head.

"Really? That psychopath? Hahaha, don't make me laugh. I think the only thing on earth that maniac would ever match up with is a crocodile-shark. Besides, she's more of a tool for me. Her firebending is useful, and that's it." Said Puppet Aang as Azula's expression of worry and uncertainty deepened even more.

"So... Can Air Nomads have girlfriends?" Asked Puppet Katara with a flirtatious smirk.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Asked Puppet Aang as he walked over to Puppet Katara, as the two brought their faces close together and kissed.

As Aang looked on, he couldn't help but compare this to the Ember Island Players yet again. He would've loved to see this happen in the play back home, back when he was in love with his Katara. Heck, a few months or even weeks ago, he would've loved to see this. But now, he knew he moved on. He couldn't lie to himself, there would ALWAYS be a part of him that would love Katara, HIS Katara... However, he's found someone new he truly loves. Someone beautiful, brave, strong, and fiercely loyal to him

'Oh no...' But that's when it his Aang like a ton of bricks, looking over, he saw Azula watch the scene of the two puppets in front of her. And to his shock, he saw how Azula wiped her face. Trying to hide her eyes that began to water.

As Aang was about to speak up, she instantly stood up and made her way out of the front row of the seats and left the tent.

"Aww... don't you wanna see the lovebirds in action, Azula?" Asked Princess Katara with a mocking smile and tone of voice as Azula passed her. Not even giving her a glance as she left. Aang glared at the princess, as the princess merely smirked back at him with an equally mocking smirk.

Aang stood up and followed Azula out of the tent without a moments hesitation.

"So far, the only good thing about this play is the intermission." Muttered Sokka as he, Zuko, Teo, Nagi, and Katara sat around a fire outside of Hama's tent. Waiting until the third act of the play starts.

"I just realized something, you guys seem to lose a lot. With most of the situations you get yourselves in, you just BARELY make it out alive..." Mocked Katara with a devilish smirk as Zuko turned to her with an annoyed look.

"You're one to talk, Katara. Didn't Azula strike you with LIGHTNING? And now because of that you can't even move your legs any more? Oh wait, yeah. She did!" Growled Zuko as he glared at Katara. Only for his eyes to widen at his realization as Katara gave him an icy stare that was so cold and hateful, Zuko and Sokka were shocked that it didn't freeze the young man solid.

"... Do you WANT me to kill you?" Asked Katara. And to everyone's surprise, she didn't try to bloodbend him.

"Hey, look... I'm just saying, don't throw rocks if you live in a glass house." Said Zuko as he held up his hands in a defensive position.

"Hey guys, it looks like the fire's starting to die out. We need some wood." Said Teo as he used a stick to poke at the dying remaining embers of the fire pit.

"I'll get some more fire wood." Said Sokka as he stood up, just wanting to get away from everyone to think for a moment.

"I'll help." Said Nagi as she stood up and followed Sokka, to Sokka's own suprise. However, the young man simply shrugged his shoulders and went to get more fire wood with the young Dai Li Agent.

"You know, everyone seems like they're letting this silly puppet show get to them. Even you seem more down then usual." Said Nagi with a comforting smile as Sokka turned his one eye away from her.

"You don't understand... Everyone's upset because of they're mischaracterization in the story. How everyone is made to look like a fool, and your character is one of the only characters that seem NORMAL. For me, it's more then that. My Grandma, she was there for me my entire life. I failed my Ice Dodging test, I was scarred and partially blinded by my own father... And for so long, a part of me blamed my grandma. And ever since, I've been treating her horribly. She came with me on my journey to capture the Avatar so I could prove myself to my people and my family that I wasn't a waste of space and a failure... She stuck with me, from thick and thin, and no matter how horribly I treated her, she still did everything she could to help me... I even betrayed her at one point when I reunited with my sister..." Sokka stated with a grim tone.

"But, haven't you already reunited with your grandma? And the two of you are on the same side?" Asked Nagi in a confused tone.

"... Yeah, but... I still haven't actually apologized for what I did and said to her. And until now... I haven't realized how I've still been treating her... And I'm afraid that, she might be disappointed in me..." Said Sokka in a dejected tone as Nagi giggled behind her palm.

"Look, from what I learned on my own adventures, is that family means everything. I... Never really had the best relationship with my brother and father. We were never exactly close. However, after my adventures in Ba Sing Se, the Spirit World, and beyond, it made me realize how much I truly treasure my brother and father. We may not always see eye to eye or agree on everything. But what I know for sure is that I love them, and they love me. In our lives, we can have so many friends... But when it comes to family, you'll only have one of those. From how you talked about your grandma, it seems like she loved you to death. You said it yourself, she wants the best for you. And I'm a hundred percent sure that she isn't mad at you one bit..." Said Nagi as Sokka raised his eyebrow.

"How are you so sure?"

"Because of how YOU talk about her. She sounds like a smart and wise old lady, by your description. You're helping the Avatar fight against her tyrannical son to save the world from the Water Empire. It just seems like all she wanted was for you to find your own path, and I think she couldn't possibly be more proud of you then she is right now." Stated Nagi as Sokka peered over at her with his cool blue eye and smiled.

"Thank you, Nagi... I guess it's nice to know that Yue has someone as truthful and kind as you by her side..." Said Sokka with a smile as Nagi tried to hide her blush behind one of her robes.

"Thank you, Sokka..."

Elsewhere in the canyon, Azula stood on a cliff that overlooked a dark chasm of the howling canyon. Cold air blew on her from all sides as she simply looked up at the dark clouds overhead.

"Azula?" Azula shifted her gaze away from the sky as she heard a familiar voice from behind her. "Azula, is there anything you want to talk about?"

Azula continued to remain silent and face away from Aang. However, that's when Aang walked up to Azula and stood right beside her. Overlooking the dark chasm below the two benders.

"No... It's just silly... You'll laugh at me..." Said Azula with a unamused chuckle.

"... It's the scenes of me and Katara that's bothering you, isn't it?" Asked Aang bluntly as Azula turned to him with her fierce golden eyes that he has come to love.

"It's not just that... It's also how I'm depicted. I'm depicted as being a madwoman who's obsessed with domination, conquest, and destruction. It's more like... Firelord Azula that's depicted in the puppet show... Not me." Said Azula as she looked down at her hands with saddened eyes.

"Aang, be honest with me... Am I... Really that much like her?" Asked Azula as Aang took a deep breath and pause before answering.

"... She's haughty, smart, powerful, and very perspective. Just like you. But you have a heart, unlike her. She's a monster who enjoys what she does, you aren't. You love your friends and family, she doesn't. And you have a heart. Something she doesn't. It's not the kind of power you have that makes you bad, it's what you DO with that power that defines you..." Admitted Aang as Azula looked down at the dark chasm once more with a shameful look on her face.

"... I'm afraid that... Even without that monster's influence, I'm just like her."

"Azula, I won't like to you... You're too smart for that... You and her may have many similarities... But you ARE different from her. Different where it truly matters..." Azula turned to Aang, who smiled and pressed his pointer and index fingers to Azula's chest. "Right here."

Azula looked on at Aang in slight awe as he continued.

"You are not a bad person by any stretch of the imagination, Azula. You ARE a good person, you care for your brother, your father, all the friends we made along the way... And you care about me. I couldn't even count all the times you stayed loyal to me and stuck by my side, even when I lied or acted like an idiot. Firelord Azula is NOTHING like that... You may like to challenge people and fight to be the best, but that's who you are. Wanting to improve yourself and get stronger is not a negative trait. It's an admirable one. You may act haughty a bit and wear a mask to hide your true feelings... Like Toph. But, just like Toph, you are an incredibly strong person and you sinserely care about everyone around you, Azula. You are NOT Firelord Azula, you're BETTER. And you always will be..." Said Aang with an honest smile as Azula let out a few sniffs before rubbing at her eyes with her gloved hands.

"*Sniff* *Sniff*... Don't get all mushy on me now, Airboy..."

"Also... You already know what I said about Katara, right? My Katara..." Said Aang as he looked straight into Azula's burning ember eyes. "There will always be a part of me that loves her. And I don't think that part of me will ever change. But, I realized I need to move on from that. You are without a doubt, the best part of this world, Azula. You're powerful, strong, brave, loyal, heroic, and beautiful... I love you with all my heart, Azula. Please, never forget that." Said Aang as Azula gave him a loving genuine smile in return.

"Hehehe, you really know how to make a girl feel special, don't you?" Asked Azula as Aang nodded in response.

"Well... Let's not waste any more time, what's bothering you?" Asked Azula bluntly as Aang's eyes slightly widened in surprise. Before letting out a slight chuckle.

"Hehe, nothing get's past you... Does it, Azula?" Asked Aang with a smirk.

"You said it yourself, Aang. I'm too smart for that. Now spit it out!" Ordered Azula with a smirk of her own.

"Well... It's just, how the play portrayed me. It portrayed me as being a complete jerk. And honestly, kind of a sociopath... I'm a liar, a cheater, disobedient, violent, and someone who only cares about himself. So many years ago, I was NOTHING like that. But when I came to your world, I was a lot different... I DID steal, I DID lie, and I DID do so many selfish and terrible things... I lead Sokka to Crescent Island just to see him again... I brought Sokka with us when we left the Golden City due to my own selfishness of wanting him to join us... I brought Katara along on our mission to the South Pole because a part of me still wanted to be with her... And then there's his catchphrase, 'I'm the Avatar. I can do whatever I want'... I hate to say it, but I think that puppet paints a pretty good picture of me..." Said Aang with a saddened look on his face.

"Oh PLEASE, give me a break with that little self-pity routine of yours!" Yelled Azula as she rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"Yes, you have performed... Some questionable acts when you first got here. But you had good REASON for them! You had a whole other world that was DESTROYED by war, your family became your enemies and your enemies became your friends. You were confused and angry. But despite that, you were NOTHING but strong, brave, and noble. You saved people without a SECONDS hesitation! You were fierce and determined to make sure nobody got hurt or died! And you did, you airhead! Remember Ty Lee and Jet? Jet died in your world, but he's still breathing in ours. And Ty Lee? She would've died if it wasn't for YOU! Besides, you told us the TRUTH about your world anyway... You are a brave warrior and a hero, Aang. Don't let ANYBODY, especially some old hag's dumb puppet show tell you any different! Got it?" Asked Azula as Aang smiled back at Azula.

"Got it... You really know how to give encouraging speeches, Azula."

"Hmph, well... What can I say? It's just apart of my irresistible charm!" Azula and Aang didn't even know that their hands held one another, as the combined warmth between the two teenagers made the cold biting air of the Howling Canyon seem unnoticeable.

The two instantly leaned forward and shared a loving kiss as their lips connected once more. The kiss seemed to have lasted for an eternity, before the two ended it and moved their heads away from one another. However, both stood with each other in silence.

"Umm, I suppose we should get back before the final act of that stupid puppet show ends... Wouldn't you say?" Asked Azula with a blush that crawled up her face.

"Yeah, I think that's a good idea..." Replied Aang with an equally strong blush, as he rubbed the back of his head with his free hand.

And just like clockwork, Aang couldn't help but compare this very same moment with the one he had with Katara years ago on Ember Island. However, he noted that the second time around in this new universe isn't all terrible. As he walked back to the camp with his girlfriend Azula by his side.

Aang and Azula walked back into Hama's tent before they found the first row of seats and sat down next to their friends. Minus Katara, who still sat at the end of the row in her sled.

As the two sat back down, Sokka turned to them and spoke.

"Hey, where were you two?"

"Oh, uhh... We just to get some fresh air. Nothing big." Said Aang nonchalantly as both he and Azula shot each other caring smiles.

"Alright, I get it..." Said Sokka with a knowing smirk. "Anyway, here's everything you guys missed; We left Chameleon Bay with me and Katara, Aang and I brought back the Unagi to Kyoshi Island, Azula ran away with Katara, Azula killed the patriarchs of the Snowy Poisonous Wolverine-Skunk Clan, and I think Koh The Face-Stealer died."

As Aang and Azula turned their attention back to the theater where they saw the Water Emperor's throne room where a puppet version of Hakoda sat atop his colossal and elaborate ice sculpture. And just as Azula, Sokka, and Katara remembered the Water Emperor from the last time they saw him, the puppet version of him was wearing the same kind of fierce white pelt/spiked armor that made the real Water Emperor seem fierce. However here, it was far less threatening and rather much more humorous.

That's when a Water Tribe soldier ran into the room and kneeled before the puppet emperor in a frantic fashion.

"Water Emperor Hakoda! The Avatar and his invasion force has just breached the city walls and have entered the palace! The Avatar is looking for you!" Explained the puppet as the Water Emperor puppet glanced over at him with a calm expression before standing up from his ice throne.

"No matter... With Siryu's Moon bright in the sky, my waterbending will be more then powerful enough to eliminate the Avatar! Once and for all!" Stated Puppet Hakoda triumphantly with his fist in the air.

However, before the puppet soldier could respond, the flimsy paper doors to the puppet Emperor's throne room were knocked off of their hinges as Puppet Aang dashed into the room. As the soldier looked over at the Avatar, he fearfully turned around and ran away.

"You're here, good. I've been expecting you, Avatar... However, I regret to inform you that it's TOO LATE! The second moon has already arrived! And with it, I shall DESTROY YOU!" Proclaimed the puppet emperor as he leaped off of his ice throne and landed in front of Puppet Aang.

"Did you forget? I can bend water too! And with Earth, Fire, and Air on my side as well, you won't stand a chance!" Proclaimed Puppet Aang as without warning, lunged forward as Puppet Aang tossed red flowing paper forward, representing fire, as the Puppet Emperor leapt over it and started shooting blue threat of his own at Aang. With the blue thread representing Hakoda's waterbending.

Even with several of the Gaang finding Hama's puppet's creepy. Especially Sokka, even he could admit that the fights between the puppets were impressive to say the least. The use of red thread for fire, blue for water, brown for Earth, and white for air was all very creative and eye catching. Unlike any puppet show they've seen in the past. Except for Katara who spent the most time with the puppeteer herself, knowing Hama's tricks and sat through several of Hama's puppet shows herself.

Puppet Aang used all the elements in his disposal, fire, water, air, and Earth. But despite that, the Puppet Water Emperor seemed to hold the upper hand in the battle with his superior waterbending. But as it seemed like Puppet Hakoda was about to unleash a devastating waterbending attack, he launched a massive tidal wave of water straight at Puppet Aang.

However, Puppet Aang moved around with such accurate waterbending movements, that he caught the incoming tidal wave the changed it's direction to shoot straight back at Puppet Hakoda. Puppet Hakoda didn't have enough time to react as the blue piece of paper that was meant to represent the wave his Puppet Hakoda. Knocking him back and defeating him at last.

"Rip in piece, old man..." Uttered Puppet Aang in discontent as he looked down at Hakoda's defeated still form as the rest of the Gaang showed up. Including Puppet Azula, Zuko, Toph, Sokka, and even Katara.

"Wait... If that feller ain't the Water Emperor anymore, who is the new emperor?" Asked Puppet Toph dumbly as she scratched her head like a confused ape.

"That new leader, is ME..." Proclaimed Puppet Katara who walked up to the throne that used to belong to Water Emperor Hakoda as she sat down in it.

"The Water Tribes need a new strong and determined leader... And that leader shall be me! I will unite all tribes in the north and the south and obliterate old and obsolete traditions that serve nothing but to harm our community..." Puppet Katara stated sternly as she turned her attention to Aang and the rest of Team Avatar.

"You have helped give the throne back to it's rightful ruler, Avatar... Therefore, I promise to pull all Water Nation forces out of the Fire Nation and Earth Kingdom. The war, is over..." Uttered Puppet Water Empress Katara as Puppet Aang looked away with an annoyed look on his face.

"Whatever... I'm just glad I'm finally done with this stupid adventure"

"As the new ruler of the Southern and Northern Water Tribes, I, Water Empress Katara, shall create a new era of peace and harmony among the Water Tribes! Eliminating old and obsolete traditions that did nothing but hold the Water Tribe back from progress as a society! We shall share our knowledge in science, astronomy, alchemy, and much more. They days of my father and my forefathers warmongering is OVER! So say, Water Empress Katara!" Proclaimed Puppet Katara with her arms in the air in a victorious stance.

Suddenly, the main cast of puppets stood up and stood in a straight line, all facing the audience before bowing in unision. Signaling the end of the play.

Members of the invasion force, including Ozai's soldiers, the Earth Kingdom forces, the White Lotus, and other factions looked on and clapped hesitantly with a slow and uneven motion of clapping.

On the other hand, all the members of the Crab-Spider Clan were ecstatic, as they stood up and gave a rousing round of applause for Hama's puppet show. Like it was the best piece of entertainment that they ever witnessed.

As the blue curtains to the stage began to close, Katara looked on at the puppets, as her eyes drifted up to the top of the stage where the strings continued on off stage. Where the puppetmaster, Hama, and more then likely several other puppetmasters were maneuvering the puppets, resided.

In particular, Katara laid her eyes on her own puppet and thought about the ending Hama decided to give the play. Seeing her as the new undisputed leader of the Water Tribes that will not only end the war, but bring a new era of prosperity and progress to the Water Tribes as a whole. She locked her eyes on the nearly invisible thin strings that were attached to her puppet.

Thinking how similar that appeared to the uncomfortable feeling that ran up her spine. As the blue curtains finally closed completely and the play ended.

"Well... That was certainly something..." Said Sangmu as she pulled her knees close to her chest, sitting before a fire along with Sokka, Zuko, Teo, Azula, Aang, and Katara.

"Certainly the most silly piece of Water Tribe propaganda I've ever seen..." Said Azula with a shrug.

"I mean, to be fair... The ending could've been a lot more discouraging..." Stated Zuko as Aang looked into the fire, and thought back to the massively discouraging ending in the Ember Island's Player's interpretation of Aang and his friends story.

"You said it." Agreed Teo.

"Heh... Zuko, you have no idea..." Replied Aang with a slight grim chuckle as Azula shot him a curious look with a raised eyebrow.

"The effects were decent." Said Sokka with a shrug of his shoulders.

As the friends discussed what they thought of the play, Katara looked off into the distance. At Hama's tent as she thought about the ending of the play. She thought about many things at that point. Her father who tried to control her, the chiefs, her grandmother... And Hama... They all had a significant impact on Katara and what her goals were. What she truly wanted. However, she realized that all those people in her life wanted what was best for them... Not her. Each one pulling her strings and trying to manipulate her for their own ends.

'... They all tried to control me. To attach strings to me and pull them, making me dance like a good little puppet for them. It was never about me... About my future, about what I wanted... It was about what they wanted me to be... I'm ending it...'

"What do you think, Katara?" Katara snapped out of her trance and turned her attention to the voice that came from Sokka. She didn't here his original question, but assumed it was about the play. She simply gave him a cold look before using her bending to turn her sleigh around and start moving in the direction of Hama's tent.

"I don't care... Have your little idiotic conversation without me. I have more important matters to attend to..."

As Katara made her way to Hama's tent, she grabbed the fold to the enterence and was about to let herself in, when a familiar voice stopped her in her tracks.

"Katara, how nice to see you..." Said the old voice of Hama from behind Katara as Katara turned her sled around to face the old woman.

"Hello, Hama... That was an ambisious little puppet show you put on back there. More puppets, well-done backgrounds, and improved effects..." Said Katara as Hama let out her witch-like chuckle.

"Hehehe, oh, you're too kind, Katara... I'm happy that you were able to find joy out of my work."

"Yes... Except for the part with the Blue Spirit and Azula..." Said Katara with an embarrassed and angered look. As Hama responded with a raspy laugh as the old woman grabbed at her own stomach to try to get ahold of herself.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA! Oh yes, but what can I say? I'm just an old woman who likes to joke around..."

"Hama, do you mind if we talk in private?" Asked Katara with a straight face as Hama nodded with a wrinkley old smile.

"Of course, child... Anything you wish..." Stated Hama, as the two turned around and walked away from the camp.

"Hey, the fire's starting to die out..." Noted Sokka who still sat around the fire with the others as Zuko stood up.

"I'll grab some more firewood." Said Zuko as he turned to walk away.

As Zuko walked through the camp and over to the piles of dry twigs and branches that were tied together in twine, he grabbed one and turned around. Only to stop once he saw none other then his father, Ozai, standing before him.

"Father?"

"Zuko... I hope this isn't a bad time... I was hoping I could speak with you for a moment." Stated Ozai in his normal stoic mannerism.

"Yes, of course." Replied Zuko as he placed the firewood back on the pile and followed Ozai out of the camp.

The two made it a few feet out of the camp and stood over a cliff that overlocked the snowy mountainous range, which was still consumed by the howling blizzard all around them.

The two remained silent for a while as they looked over the white view, before Zuko finally spoke.

"So, umm... What did you want to speak to me about?" Asked Zuko in a slightly awkward fashion.

Despite reuniting with his father and spending his time planning the invasion with him and working alongside him, Zuko still felt like the two were strangers.

"The play, what did you think of it?" Asked Ozai who still stared into the distance without looking at his son, as Zuko glanced over at the man with a confused look before speaking.

"Uhh... Well, to be honest... I thought it was ridiculous, everyone was greatly mischaracterized and the way the story was presented was ridiculous!" Said Zuko in anger. Yet, still tried his best not to accidentally offend his father.

Zuko glanced up at Ozai who was surprised to see had a smirk on his face.

"Heh, yes... It was pretty awful. Your sister might be a bit haughty, but never an overly aggressive maniac. And from my last interaction with Avatar Aang, he didn't seem like the spoiled, cynical, or wrathful type... A bit distant and calculating, but, a boy with a good heart and an impressive sense of justice." Stated Ozai.

"Yeah, I guess so..." Replied Zuko.

"And what did you think of your portrayal?" Asked Ozai as he glanced down at Zuko once more, who tensed up in suspense.

"Well... I hated it. They portrayed me as being a pathetic coward. A boy who cries and whines about being pathetic, a clumsy moron who just makes a fool out of himself. It's just-... it's completely inaccurate. And stupid." Stated Zuko as Ozai gave him a thoughtful look.

"... Zuko, be honest with me. Can you do that?" Asked Ozai with a more serious look on his face, as Zuko glanced at him with a look of suprise and confusion.

"Uhh... I-... Of course, father."

"Hmm... Did you, honestly think I see you like that?"

"Huh?"

"Cowardly and clumsy... Do you really think that's how I saw you?" Asked Ozai who shot Zuko a face of slight hurt. A look Zuko NEVER saw his father make. He was always so stoic.

"... To be honest, you never really wanted me to help out around the village... You always wanted me to do menial jobs and tasks while you left the big stuff to Azula. I was never a bender until a few months ago, I always thought you favored her more then me. That you saw more potential in her, and you wanted me to stay out of the way while she helps protect the village or when you tried to find her a firebending master. I thought you just wanted me out of the way..." Said Zuko as Ozai sighed and turned his attention back to the mountain range.

"Zuko, ever since your mother died, I greatly feared for you and your sister. This war... It changes people, times of war can harden people and change people. Sometimes for the better, and sometimes for the worst. Our village has been attacked more then once by the Water Tribe. The pain of losing your mother was horrible enough for me... It was pure agony for you and your sister, loosing your mother like that. That is why I keep my distance from you two. Because spirits forbid if I ever got hurt or killed during battle on the frontlines I would never-... I would never forgive myself if you two were close to me and learned that. I always believed that if I kept my distance from you and your sister, you wouldn't be as heartbroken if you fell in battle. As for back at the village, I'm sorry if I ever made you feel worthless, Zuko. I wanted your sister to have a firebending master so she could protect herself, you, and the rest of the village. With her being the only firebender, we couldn't afford for her not to be trained. As for you... what you lacked in firebending, you made up for in will. Besides Lu Ten, you are the greatest swordsman I know. You always took care of the villagers and your sister. You cooked, cleaned, and made sure everyone was doing well. You even made sure to protect your sister when she tried to do something bullheaded and possibly dangerous."

"Hehe... I guess..." Said Zuko as he scratched the back of his head awkwardly.

"Zuko, you are the best son I could ask for. You and your sister mean the world to me. It scares me that you two are involved in this war, it scares me that you might get hurt or worse... I am happy you two managed to get stronger and make powerful and brave friends... Especially the Avatar, who cares for you two greatly. I know I don't say this enough Zuko... But I love you and your sister with all my heart. That statement, I assure you is true." Said Ozai as he turned to his son, who he was surprised to see had his eyes closed and looked down. He had tears running down his cheeks and tried his best to hold back his sobs.

As Ozai looked down at his son, it was a massive reminder that Zuko, Azula, and all of the friends they made along the way are just kids. Thrown into a harsh war environment. Zuko must've been holding that in for such a long time.

Before Ozai could respond, Zuko lunged forward and wrapped his arms around Ozai. Burying his face in the older man's chest as he started sobbing.

Ozai was taken aback for a moment, and remained surprised. Before he returned the hug and hugged his son back.

"I am proud of you, Zuko... Never forget that..."

"So, may I ask what's on your mind, Princess Katara?" Asked Hama as she and Katara stood several dozen feet away from the camp and next to the canyon ice well. Where a ghoulish warrior sculpture made of ice stared down at the two Water Tribe women with a ferocious glare.

"After watching your play, I had a revelations" Stated Katara as she looked off into the distance as Hama raised an eyebrow.

"Really now?" She asked through wrinkled lips.

"All this time I nothing more then a blind naive woman feeling her way through a cave. Ever since I was a child, I always wanted to be seen as an equal amongst my peers, I'm the Princess of the Water Empire for crying out loud, and everyone still saw me as being inefficient and weak. That is the main reason why all those above me decided to toy with my fate. Even as a helpless child, the elders in my fathers court and my own family members were going to sacrifice me to the spirits. My fate was never my own... I was never my own master. For my entire life, I was lead around on a leash like a dog. By my father, by my grandmother, by my old masters, and by other members of the Water Tribes military force... My circle of trust shrunk every day, to the point where there was only a handful of people I actually trust; Suki and Yue..." Uttered Katara as Hama continued to stare at the princess with a confused look on her face.

"What are you talking about, dear? Your father and grandmother may have lost your trust, but you still have many allies... Myself and the Spider-Crab Clan are here to serve you. I recgonize a rightful ruler when I see one, and I would love nothing more then to see Princess Katara take her place as being the rightful ruler of the Water Tribes... Bringing a new era of peace and harmony to the world..." Stated Hama with a wrinkled old smile that attempted to look honest. However, Katara could see right through it.

"Yes... You made that statement very obvious in your little play." Said Katara as she crossed her arms and Hama shrugged.

"What can I say, I'm a very blunt old woman. We all know you are the true heir to the throne, right? From your tone of voice, you sound UPSET that I would even state that you should become the new Water Empress. Why is that?" Asked Hama.

"The empire would never accept a woman as their leader... Whether I'm actually royalty or not. There would be conflict, a possible civil war, and it will do nothing but put a big fat target on my head for any number of assassins or usurpers. That is why I want my brother to become Emperor, he may not be accepted instantly by the Water Tribe public and other leaders, however, he will be accepted far more easily then myself. I can stay in the shadows and influence him, it will be a much easier way to rule. Plus, he has something I don't have... Compassion. He feels for those beneath him, he has a big fat dumb heart. That will make his rule move smoothly and allow people to accept him better. Something that would be very hard for me to do. This is the better course of action..." Explained Katara, as Hama burst into laughter.

"Hahahahaha! Your foolish oaf of a brother!? Surely you jest, Princess Katara. You believe the same fool who got two fishing hooks stuck in his thumb is capable of ruling? Even if you do stand in the shadows and influence his rule, do you honestly believe he is the best person to rule?" Asked Hama as she wiped away a tear of laughter. Katara only gave the old woman a cold stare.

"Yes... Because I KNOW how to manipulate him, and see through whatever manipulations he may have in store for me... I need an environment I can control, with people I can trust and control... People who won't attach strings to me and make me dance like a puppet." Said Katara with a tone of pure venom as Hama's old smile disappeared.

"What are you saying exactly, Princess Katara?" Asked Hama.

"You were a bit TOO blunt with your little 'Puppet Show', Hama. The last scene of the show, the one that showed me sitting on the throne... You were there. A puppet of you was lingering in the shadows behind me. It seemed like the TRUE puppet master of the story..." Growled Katara as Hama gave Katara an expression of confusion and shock.

"Princess Katara, how could you say such a thing? All I wanted was to help you, why do you think I spent all that time training you? I saw potential in you, the potential in a NEW and BETTER Water Tribe! One where traditions don't rule our lives!... It's what your mother would've wanted." The very second Hama finished her sentence, Katara flayed her hands in a claw-like desplay as she bloodbent Hama and sent her flying back into the canyon ice wall behind her.

"STOP LYING TO ME!" Screamed Katara as Hama looked back. But as she was about to open her mouth to reason or plead with Katara, she developed a look of horror, as she saw Katara moving her arms around as he legs shakily stood her up. She took several uneasy and shaky steps forward, as she continued to move her hands around.

"And don't EVER mention my mothers name in your filthy lying mouth..." Hissed Katara as Hama stood back up.

"Katara! What are you doing!? Are you bloodbending your own legs!? You can't do that! That pain... That pain is UNBEARABLE!" Yelled Hama.

"I can't even FEEL my legs... So, the pain isn't a factor at this point. This WHOLE time, you were just toying with me... MANIPULATING me into being your little puppet Empress And I was stupid enough to believe you actually wanted to help me. But now I know, your no better then my grandmother..." Hissed Katara as she jutted her hands forward and sent the snow around her straight at Hama. Morphing them into ice shards that flew straight at the old woman.

However, Hama lifted her hand and gestured them. Transforming the snow beneath her into water and swinging the glob of water like a whip. Smacking all the shards aside as they all imbedded themselves in the ground around her.

"I wanted to HELP you, Katara! I never wanted to hurt you! I just wanted you to be strong!"

"For your own personal gain!" Roared Katara. But before she could send another attack Hama's way, the young Princess heard the sound of a pair of rapid moving footsteps in the snow behind her. As Katara looked behind her, she saw the two burley men who were the sons of Hama running straight towards the two women. Each one holding a Water Tribe weapon of some kind.

"MOTHER! ARE YOU OKAY!?" Yelled one of the men as Katara lifted one of her hands in another claw-like position that bloodbent the two men and lifted them off the ground with an invisible force.

Katara then speared her hand forward and sent the two men flying back into the snow. Knocking both men out instantly.

"Katara! Enough!" Katara and Hama soon both paused and looked over to see that Kanna has joined the fray.

"How nice of you to join us, Kanna." Said Hama with a mocking smirk on her old lips.

"You know what? I'm happy to see you here, Gran. I was about to dispose of Hama for manipulating me... This means, I don't have to go looking for you for payback later. Kill two birds with one stone..." Stated Katara as she held her hands out in a defensive stance, constantly shifting her eyes towards both women to make sure neither one tries to catch her by surprise.

"Katara! Please stop this! I never meant to hurt you! This decision will only end in tragedy! All I ever wanted was for you to find your own path, your strength and headstrong nature can bring so much good into thr world! I ask you, I beg of you, please calm down! And I will explain everything..." Pleaded Kanna as Katara merely silently glared at her grandma.

"You have manipulated me long enough, Gran. Now, your going to PAY for what you did to ME and my MOTHER!" Katara yelled in fury, but as she was about to attack, she, Kanna, and Hama all heard the sounds of dozens of different footsteps running up to them.

Katara looked back to see Ozai's men, Dai Li agents, and other members of the invasion force running up to them.

With a flick of her hand, Katara lifted a thick and solid wall of ice around her, Kanna, and Hama, blocking all of the invasion force members from stopping them. Most of Ozai's men had no firebending and the Dai Li agents had no Earth to work with. They just had to wait for the arrival of the Avatar and his friends to break up the battle.

"When will you understand, Kanna... Katara is MY student! She picked ME over YOU! And she will follow ME! And if you try to steal her away... I'll have no choice but to dispose of you..." Growled Hama as she created a pair of water whips on he hands, with the ends of them being tipped off with solid scythe-like ice blades.

"I guess I have no choice... This is the way things must be..." Said Kanna as she quickly lifted a glob of water from the snow and shot it directly at Hama.

Hama merely spun around and took the glob of water, throwing it straight back at Kanna. Transforming it into one large ice spike in mid-air. In response, Kana lifted a massive thick wall of ice from the snow before her. Causing both the massive shard of ice and the ice wall to shatter upon impact with each other.

As the two ran straight at each other, a series of massive ice spikes erupted from the ground between them. Forcing both old women to leap back and look over to see an angry Katara holding out her hands.

"STOP IGNORING ME AND ACTING LIKE I'M NOT EVEN HERE!" She yelled as she gestured her hands once again, slowly forcing them down as Kanna and Hama both felt the ground beneath them rumbling and the sound of ice cracking reverberating from above them.

As both women looked up, they saw the massive ice statue on the side of the canyon wall was cracking and breaking. Soon shattering as pieces of it fell down.

Kanna and Hama both ran out of the way as the statue crash landed in the snow and causing a massive tremor to occur.

Kanna and Hama regained their stances as Katara dashed forward on a wave of water as she shot several spears of water at Kanna. Who jumped back and caught the spears of water, spinning around and throwing the spears of water straight at Hama. However, instead of Hama redirecting the attack yet again, she used the water whips on her hands to attach to the side of the icy canyon wall as the spears of water struck the ground she was standing on.

"Katara! That's enough!" Yelled Kanna as she leaped to the side and dodged another one of Katara's spouts of water. Several more spouts of water flew Kanna's way, only for her to despure them with quick and direct movements.

Kanna soon carefully raised a giant ice spike from the ground that cut through Katara's wave that she was riding on. Causing the girl to fly forward and crash into the snow. However, Katara got up more angry then hurt as she continued to use bloodbending to stand herself back up.

Before Katara could respond, she saw her grandmother's hands move upwards as several dull chunks of ice rose out of the ground all around Katara. Not to hurt her, but to trap her as the ice wrapped all around her and contained her. Keeping her in a standing position and trapping her arms so she couldn't waterbend.

Katara growled once more as she tried to break free of her icy prison.

"Katara, just listen to me! I'm not asking you to forgive me, I have been a horrible grandmother and family member for many reasons... All I want is to tell you the truth of what happened... I used bloodbending to kill Kvichak, I killed him because he planned to sacrifice you to the spirits! Your father and Bato planned together to secure his spot on the throne and become the new Water Emperor. Your mother was forced to take responsibility for the crime I committed, all to protect you. I have regretted many things in my long life... However, the one thing I regret the most is not speaking against my son. I'm so sorry... to both you AND Sokka..." Said Kanna as Katara paused in her ice prison and looked at Kanna with an expression of confusion and anger. Not knowing what to say to what her grandmother just said.

However, the moment was soon interrupted as several shards of ice, rained down from above as Kanna was forced to hop back and avoid the falling shards of ice. The source of the falling ice was soon revealed as Hama landed in between the two, still possessing her water whips.

"Katara, this is our chance... Your grandmother is trying to manipulate you! Join with me and help me stop her!" Exclaimed Hama with a dark smile as she gestured her hand and shattered the ice that contained Katara.

Before Katara fell, she splayed her hands out once more, forcing them to keep the girl standing as she shakily stood straight up.

"Do you honestly think I'm THAT stupid?" Asked Katara as she glared at Hama, as she bloodbent both her and her grandma. Glaring at them both as the two old women hovered over the snow and frozen ground as they were lifted up.

"You... You arrogant little girl! I freed you! And now you turn on me! Not only that... But your using the art that I created to try and immobilize me!? How dare you!" Growled Hama through clentched teeth as she continued to hover over the ground.

"Katara! It's bad enough that your bloodbending your own immobilized legs! That will already tear you apart... But bloodbending your legs AND two opponents at the same time!? That's madness! It will destroy you!" Begged Kanna as Katara still looked on with a mixed expression of defiance, confusion, betrayal, sadness, and anger.

"I am stronger then you can even imagine! I can handle it!" Replied Katara as she continued to bend and contort the bodies of Kanna and Hama. Kanna and Hama raised their hands in similar splayed positions, as Katara's body contorted and her legs started to bend and falter.

Kanna and Hama landed back on the ground, as Kanna's face instantly turned into one of guilt and fear as she saw what she was doing to her granddaughter. She stopped her bloodbending of Katara, and turned that power on Hama. Katara still attempted to bloodbend both Kanna and Hama, however, as she glanced as Kanna and Hama once more. Her face shifted from anger to confliction and sympathy.

Katara soon turned her attention back to Hama, as she bloodbent her old master and the original progenitor of the dark art. Hama attempted to fight back and bloodbent the other two waterbenders, but it was too much for her as she was lifted into the air and her body bent and distorted in all sorts of different ways.

Katara and Kanna pressed on as Hama started to groan in pain, as blood started to leak from her nose and even her eyes. She developed a look of pure horror, and she knew, along with Katara and Kanna, if the two waterbending masters continued to focus all their energy on Hama, they would kill her.

The two unanimously dropped their bloodbending poses and dropped the old woman as she fell back to the ground. Hama fell on her knees as she started to cough up blood and attempt to regain her figure.

Katara and Kanna both glanced at one another, as a large portion of the ice wall melted. Aang, Sokka, and other members of the invasion force showed their faces as they started to walk into the waterbending battlefield.

"Gran! Are you okay!? Did you tell Katara about..." Sokka paused as he glanced over at Katara who already dropped her stance, and sat in the snow with her feet straight in front of her.

"Yes, I told her everything... And, I'm sorry it took me so long to tell you. Both of you..." Said Kanna as she changed her glances from Sokka to Katara, who still stared down at her legs with an unsure expression.

"You have nothing to apologize for, Gran..." Responded Sokka with a smile on his face.

"Mother!" Yelled a pair of male voices as everyone looked over to see Hama's sons who regained consciousness, dashed past Kanna, Katara, Aang, and Sokka, as they dashed towards their wounded mother.

"Don't worry ma, we got you." Said one of the men as they each took one of Hama's arms and helped the weakened old woman to her feet, and started to walk away with her.

Katara watched on as Hama was taken away by her sons, still very angry and confused. She still had to deal with the massive amount of pain that flowed through her body from being bloodbent by two masters, her legs were the only part of her that was still numb. Except for several of her toes.

Katara's eyes widened in utter shock as she looked down at her foot, and saw the tip move back and forth when she moved her toes. She could feel her toes again, she could move them. Katara tried to hold back tears of joy as she grabbed at her leg and closed her eyes.

"Katara..." Katara's looked of relief paused as she stopped and looked over at Kanna who walked up to her.

"... It seems like, I finally understand you. After witnessing your capability to be ruthless, I believe you... I'm just, still processing everything that just happened. It's... It's a lot to take in..." Said Katara as Kanna nodded in understanding before walking over to her granddaughter.

"I saw your foot move, Katara. I assume that progress is going well?" Asked Kanna as Katara stared back at the old woman, not knowing what to say.

"If you want, I can assist in your healing..." Said Kanna with a hopeful smile, as her granddaughter seemed to consider it for a moment. Before turning back to her grandmother and nodding.

Later, Hama took shelter in her tent. She bent an orb of water over her arm. It glowed with it's trademark hum that meant it was healing her body. After everything that happened, Hama decided to get some alone time, and think about the events that just transpired. What was next for her? What will happen? Will the Avatar and the rest of the invasion leaders decide to kick her and her clan out, despite her original threat?

As Hama continued to focus on healing her arm with the orb of water, she heard the flaps to her tent move. As she looked up, she saw none other then Katara herself move into the tent. Still sitting on her toboggan as she made her way towards Hama. Hama looked away from Katara with a hateful expression on her face.

"Why are you here? Finally decided to finish the job?" Asked Hama, barely glancing at Katara. All the while, Katara kept a reserved look on her face as she took in a deep breath before speaking.

"After recent revelations, I have finally made up my mind on what I want... Peace."

"Peace?"

"Yes, I change my original plan. I will root out the violent clan leaders in the Water Tribe, they will die. There's no question about that. They must die in order for the Water Tribe's future to be free of violence and war. Next, is my father. Originally, I served my father. Believing he was nothing like the other leader, that he would've been a better ruler. But now I see that he is just as bad. He will die as well, I'll kill him myself if I have to." Stated Katara, as Hama's expression turned from one of hate, to a dark smile as she glanced back at Katara.

"Hmm... Interesting, establishing peace through the death of all who oppose you. I like it..." Said Hama with a smirk.

"After I take my place as Water Empress, I will end the one hundred year war. Once and for all. After that, after the world is finally at peace, there will no longer be a place for me in Water Empire politics... I can't lead a peaceful nation. I will leave that in the hands of Sokka." Stated Katara as Hama raised an eyebrow at her.

"What? Originally you said you were going to use that fool as a puppet, now your just going to let him take full control of the Water Tribes?" Asked Hama as Katara glanced at her and nodded her head.

"He is not like the other leaders, he is not like my father... He's not like me. He's grown far faster then any other member of the Water Tribe I've known. At first, I was just going to use his compassion to get the trust of the people, but now... I see that is what makes him better then me. After I accomplished my goal by killing the clan leaders, he will become the new leader of the Water Empire. With the Avatar on his side, true peace is guaranteed." Katara stated firmly as Hama finally fully turned to face her.

"Really? And why have you come to me to tell me this?" Asked Hama as Katara took another deep breath.

"Because you don't have a place in this new world..."

"What are you talking about?"

"I, Princess Katara, daughter of Water Emperor Hakoda and Kya, declare you a taboo-breaker. You will leave this camp before sunrise, and I never want to see your face ever again."

"What?! No! You have no authority to-"

"You broke my trust! And you seem to forget, I am still the Princess of the Water Empire! Goodbye, Hama." Said Katara as she turned her toboggan around and left Hama's tent.

A/N: Well, that took longer then I expected. If you already read the original chapter, you probably noticed that I took several scenes from the original chapter and put them in here. It was just meant to be a smooth transition, and still establish important plot points and tie up loose ends. As for the play, I had fun basically making fun portraying the puppets personalities and the reaction of the main cast. And, if you didn't get the joke behind Puppet Toph, she was basically supposed to have a hillbilly/redneck motif. Kind of like the accents of the Swampbenders. I also added the Zuko and Ozai scene because I feel like there was a bit of a missed opportunity in the original DR fanfic to flush out this version of Ozai. Especially his relationship with Zuko in this universe. That moment between the two is modeled after the scene in ATLA where Zuko reunites with Iroh and the two hug. This was still a pretty fun fanfic to write. A fanfic of a fanfic. Please comment and let me know what you think of it. Thanks a lot. Bye.

#atla #atla au #avatar the last airbender #avatar distorted reality #distorted reality #Aang #Azula #Katara #Sokka #original character #fanfiction #puppet master #parody #fanfic #Hama #Azulaang

[crystal-in-nagasaki]

yosakoi dance festival

Near the end of October, I visited the Yosakoi Dance Festival in Sasebo, the big city north of my town where there is a US navy base.

Yosakoi is a style of dance originally from Kochi prefecture in the island of Shikoku, where the first Yosakoi dance festival was held in 1954. The dance is a mixture of traditional and modern dance styles, and quickly became popular and spread all over Japan, including Sasebo. (source)

Here's a map of Kochi's location for reference (Kyushu is the bigger island to the west):

Yosakoi is performed in groups, with the dancers usually donning a specific uniform similar to a happi jacket or some form of yukata. The dancers hold small wooden clappers called naruko while they dance, which were traditionally black and white on wood, but in modern times can be many different colors to match the performers' costumes. According to Wikipedia, naruko were first used in Kochi to scare birds away from rice fields before they became a tool of the Yosakoi dance. Also in modern times, other props like drums, other percussion instruments, flags, and floats can be used in the performances.

naruko clappers (image source)

At the Yosakoi Festival in Sasebo, many different dance teams participated, each in their own unique costumes with their own naruko and props. Even some Sasebo city ALTs participated in their own group, which was really cool to see!

At various points throughout the city, open areas and stages were used for individual dance performances by dance groups. Most of the groups used huge flags to wave around and drums, and it really made the performances dynamic and exciting. One group even did a costume change where they released the top part of their dark-colored costume to reveal a vibrant pink underneath!

Apart from these more stationary performances, there was a large stream of dance groups walking through the shopping street in a parade-like fashion. They danced while walking and using their naruko, with small trucks at the front of each group with speakers to play music and announcements from a microphone.

This dance group from Nagasaki city had a stained glass design on their costumes to represent the churches of Nagasaki, which I thought was really cool and beautiful.

This is pretty much the extent of the festival. I got to watch so many talented performers and experience a kind of dance that I've never heard of before. All the dancers looked like they had a lot of fun and the many hours of practice they put in paid off for them. And the ALTs that joined in were able to join a part of their community in a meaningful way!

I hope you enjoyed this post, and thanks for reading :)

[uwandapieceofme]

Pathhead to Everywhere

I’ve been walking in circles for weeks, parched and disillusioned, hoping that pushing ’til I break might break me out of my cycles. I keep walking away from myself, attempting to take refuge in a bright-green past, air buzzing with little black dragonflies, only to find myself frozen, with that song in my ear, watching a man in orange lycra shirt and black bike shorts struggle up a hill.

The pavement��s all cracked and busted open, jolting little dip between parking lot of the petrol station and the road. It’s along these cracks I find a filthy twopence coin. Found two in a dried-out raised garden in Belfast, deformed with strange growths. Discovering loose change on my walks, no matter how disgusting and unusable, is always a happy occurrence, like I’ve stumbled upon some secret.

My leg hurts from all the walking, tendons strained behind my left knee, but I prefer the quiet roadside to the noisy bus, with its engine stuttering along, full of strangers, the driver asking my destination and demanding fare like some medieval gatekeeper I can never seem to please. I’ve replenished my energy with a picnic in the grass, outside a new housing block, and a limerick I’ve written for Sam Fender, mind running wild imagining how sending it on might lead to a tender friendship, a passionate love affair, or both.

Something about the country and the biker and the music I’m listening to inspires me. I pull out my phone and type a poem. It’s a happy moment, etched in my mind alongside the more painful bits. It’s not the only one, either. The picture, as a whole, is marred by anxiety, depression, loneliness, and shame, but when I zoom in, other positive moments come into focus.

On the upper landing of the Lit and Phil, I find respite, huddled in a corner with a pile of poetry books, scribbling away in my journal, observing others’ lives. At the Scottish National Gallery, I journal again, sat on a bench next to an art student reproducing a sketch of The Monarch of the Glen. I’m massively relieved to have found an escape from the social obligations of my hostel dorm and the crush of strange bodies along the Royal Mile. At the Surgeons’ Hall Museum, I examine rows upon rows of organs in glass jars, until my eyes can’t take any more; across the street, at the National Museum of Scotland, I stand in rapture as the Millennium Clock awakens and performs its hourly dance. A bottle of stout suffices for lunch in Portmeirion; I drink it slowly at a cafe table on the patio, near two men sharing a bottle of champagne. In Penrhyndeudraeth, I pull cash from a shady ATM to buy my first ever kebab, walking back to my hotel, triumphantly clutching my spoils.

Bangor provides romantic trails among hillsides blooming with bellflowers, and I spend a whole day exploring Church Island and the surrounding countryside, getting lost along the beaches and sinking into muck, pissing in any shady corner I can find, procuring groceries on the way back from the cleanest, happiest Waitrose I’ve ever shopped in. Aberystwyth offers the best chocolate cake and almond croissants, and I relax somewhat uncomfortably into my seat at a Korean restaurant in Coventry, knocking back soju and spooning up mouthfuls of spicy seafood soup as I listen to a couple on their first date at a table across from me, discussing cybersecurity.

I contrast my pleasant roadside trek from Pathhead to Dalkeith, where I observe the lonely biker, with a five mile trek I undertook from my accommodations in Newcastle to a business park on the outskirts of Gateshead. Green fields were replaced with rows of tidy brick townhouses and a steady stream of cars which carried on past me, subjecting me to their ever-watchful gaze. I looked into every passenger window, imagining he might be there. I dreamt of him stopping and offering me a ride. I’d tell him the story of who I was and how I’d come to be there; he’d commend me for my bravery. That was all I really wanted, for my troubles. Someone to tell me I’d done something cool or worthwhile, to notice the effort I’d put in, how much I’d improved. But no one ever did, and knowing it in myself simply wasn’t enough.

I’m happy to retread my past, in moments like now, where I feel totally fucked. At least in the recounting, I find some worth, and it removes me, for a minute, from my current obsessions over job, money, and future plans. However it felt then, I’m happy to have done it, that I can occasionally escape to those far-flung memories and enjoy the strange, painful pleasures of a foreign land.

#travelogue #uk #pathhead #dalkeith #newcastle #gateshead #lit and phil #museums #edinburgh #loneliness #anxiety #happiness #sam fender #dizraeli #Youtube

[pherelesytsia]

Birthday Presents

Pairing: Spencer Reid x female/Pregnant/Reader

Summary: Y/N has a special surprise for her boyfriend's birthday and makes it an unforgettable day.

Warning: Pure Fluff.

Word Count: 1.6k      

a/n: Re-Reuploaded due to technical difficulties.

Spencer Reid Masterlist

Candles shone brightly, indicating the age of the person to whom the cake belonged Y/N had backed. Music echoed loudly and vibrant light streamed through the windows of the house. Dancing, the young woman walked through the living room and found herself back in the kitchen, dancing to the sounds played by her phone resting on the corner of the kitchen island.

Her thumb tapped on the screen and saw the time. Soon Spencer will come, Y/N said to herself and smiled broadly. A soft sound escaped her throat. Quickly Y/N let go of her phone, stuffed it into her pocket, looked at the richly set table and flashed a smile as she realised everything was perfect. Different coloured garlands were hanging on the walls as the balloons with thick strings from the ceiling. The table was set for two.

At first, Y/N wanted to invite all his friends to his birthday party but after Spencer found out what his girlfriend planed, he quickly let her know he didn’t want to celebrate his birthday and Y/N accepted his decision even though it was hard for her.

The gifts she had lovingly wrapped in vibrant tones rested on the table, right next to the plate at the head of her table where Spencer always sat. Firmly Y/N pressed her lips to a fine line, hoping he would enjoy the two gifts, knowing exactly what her boyfriend of many years liked, yet fearing his reaction. Her heart was beating fast. Y/N focused her gaze over her shoulder and stared out of the window.

A dark car drove down the deserted street and parked right in front of the closed garage of the family house.

Joyfully, Y/N walked towards the door, brushed the lock of hair behind her ear and turned one last time, checking once more if everything was right, wishing it to be as perfect as possible, still hoping he wouldn’t be mad. Y/N was no longer breathing. The keys sang, announcing Spencer, who was convinced no one was awaiting him in the house smelling of fresh pain. Y/N giggled. Tiptoeing, Y/N hid, ducked and put her palm to her lips, feeling a laugh forming in her throat, wanting to escape loudly.

A fresh breeze entered the house, but quickly the chill vanished as fast as it had come. He breathed a loud sigh of relief. Spencer exhaled. Exhaustion was written all over his face. The bag around his shoulder was unusually heavy, reminding him of the opened gifts of his friends and colleagues. Again, Spencer exhaled loudly, enjoying the moment of peace, not wanting to leave his bed in the early hours of the day, desired to stay by his girlfriend's side, whose finger was adorned by an engagement ring. Spencer closed the door and hung the jacket on its place and placed the shoes below it on the ground. His bag collided with the floor and Spencer was about to take a step into the house, but then a grin crept onto his lips. He shook his head and clasped his hands in front of his body.

Y/N couldn't faze him, couldn't fool his sharp senses. Spencer saw everything, every detail, no matter how small, could escape him.

"I know you're here, my love," Spencer said, knowing full well his soon to be wife was in the little house they had moved into a few weeks ago.

Y/N pouted, exhaled loudly and rose, leaving the hiding place behind the kitchen island and looked up. His expression spoke volumes, but Y/N did not regret what she had done. His arms were crossed in front of his chest and Spencer was about to start a sentence but then he caught sight of the joy ruling in the sparkling eyes he had fallen in love with many years ago.

            "Happy birthday.", "Didn't you promise me something, my love?" Spencer asked, taking a step in her direction.

            "But you didn't say anything about us not being able to celebrate your birthday. Don't look at me like that Spence, I've baked a cake and bought a bottle of wine and I'm not going to start about how many hours I've spent with cooking your favourite dish. It would be very unkind of you if you didn't even try it," Y/N whispered loud enough to know Spencer had heard every word.

Again, Spencer shook his head and let his gaze wander around the richly decorated living-room kitchen.

            "Come my lovely soon to be husband, sit down and unwrap your presents and take a bite of your cake. I made it with love.", "What wish wouldn't I read my almost wife's lips?" he joked.

Spencer laughed and stepped towards his girlfriend of many years.

"Did you see the invitations I picked out?" Y/N continued and stopped at the richly set table.

Spencer looked up questioningly. His hands rested on her hips. His thumbs danced over Y/N´s skin, not understanding why the wedding invitations cards were already printed. Spencer shook his head. Y/N turned her back on Spencer, took two steps, picked up the invitation card and handed it to Spencer who immediately accepted it. His brows almost touched as his eyes glided across the written letters.

            "Didn't we say we'd take our time? The date is for this year and three months away." Spencer pointed out.

The tall man raised his eyes from the card and glanced questioningly down at his girlfriend, saw his name in a curved script followed by hers on the invitation card. Y/N swallowed noticeably, pressed her lips together and smiled as she shrugged her shoulders.

            "That's just an example of how it might look but if I were, to be honest then I actually wouldn't mind if the wedding would take place this year. After all, we know where it will take place, we have the rings and I have more than less picked out a dress." added Y/N with a faint smile.

            "We have enough time, my love. We don't have to rush. An autumn wedding could mean rain and bad weather." assured the man dressed in a dark suit.

Spencer put the invitation card back on the table and smirked at the sight of his soon to be wife, imagined her walking down the aisle in the purest of tones.

            "But enough of that. We can talk about it later. Sit down and blow out the candles and then you can open your presents.", "Y/N, what did I tell you? I told you I didn't want to get anything. I am a happy man. I have everything I have ever dreamed of.” said Spencer.

Her eyes silenced him harshly, making it impossible to continue.

            "Thank you, Y/N.” Spencer breathed.

Spencer took a step towards his girlfriend, rested his hands on her body, on her hip, and breathed a loving kiss on her temple, forcing her to follow him to the table a few steps away from them. Feeling like a little boy, he looked forward to the presents even if he had told his girlfriend he didn’t want to receive any presents, but he was looking forward to unwrapping them. He blew out the candles quickly and Y/N applauded, not taking any picture, not wanting to waste a moment looking at her phone to miss a moment.

            "Unwrap your presents. I hope you like them and don't worry, they're certainly not socks or underwear." laughed Y/N.

Spencer nodded, pouted, had been looking forward to colourful socks. His hands clasped the gift with the reddish ribbon, surveyed it, raised it, not sure what was inside, thought it must be a T-shirt. Y/N smiled, felt her heart begin to beat faster, lowered her gaze to his hands fiddling with the bow, forbidding him to find the answer to his questions in her eyes filled with fear and terror. Suddenly his eyes shot open, saw the small envelope at the bottom of the box. Spencer clasped the envelope, looked up to his girlfriend, sure it must be a voucher. He gulped. Teeth sank deep into the soft flesh. Tears obscured his vision. His trembling fingers clutched the black-and-white photograph. Written in thick print on the edge was Y/N Reid, with yesterday's date. Quickly the tall man turned, thought nothing could surprise him. Spencer felt like a fool. Spencer took quick steps and then he wrapped his arms around her body, letting the tears fall, not ashamed of them.

            "Y/N?", "If you don't mind, I would like the wedding to take place this year while I can move and dance with you." she said.

            "I didn't notice. How could I not have noticed?", "I didn't notice myself Spence, you are an intelligent man and I know you will be a great father. I thought it was just the moving stress. I took a test a week ago and when it came back positive, I made an appointment and the doctor confirmed my suspicions yesterday. You can't imagine how hard it was to not tell." Y/N answered.

"That's why you acted the way you did yesterday," Spencer replied.

Tighter, Spencer hugged his girlfriend. He gasped. The knowledge he had acquired over years returned faster than waves burying land and sand. Carefully his hands travelled down her body and then he lowered them onto her abdomen. He was blinded by tears and felt a small unnoticeable bulge, longing for the day he would spend with the child. Spencer hoped it was not a dream and he realised he had not been a dreamless man before.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid fluff #x reader #mgg x reader #spencer reid x pregnant reader #reader insert #criminal minds x y/n #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid x fem!reader #criminal minds fluff #criminal minds #mgg #spencer reid criminal minds #criminal minds fandom #criminal minds oneshot #spencer x reader #imagine #spencer reid #spencer reid request #spencer reid one shot #spencer reid blurb #spencer reid fandom #spencer reid fic #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fanfiction

[nothinggold13]

When Man Is a Myth

I. Stories of the High King Peter are myth more than anything else; the proof is in the name. It’s confusing at first glance. After all, the great feats attributed to him during his reign -- the glorious Golden Age -- are often true; the desperate victories, the plentiful feasts, and the seemingly endless balls all can be said to have really happened. The falseness lies underneath; the High King himself is the myth. That is the great secret: the High King never was, at least not in the way he has been painted. There never was that fearless, infallible, fiery king. The so-called “Magnificent” bled in battle. He fell quiet under the weight of the winter, silently praying for spring again. He laughed and shook and trembled. Somehow Narnia forgets this; somehow Narnia forgets the child, the son, the brother he really was. Peter the High King was always better known as Peter.

II. The Gentle Queen has become an interesting mix of truth and fiction. Too much about her was dutifully recorded, and her actions could never be fully lost; history remembers her grace and her duties in near-perfect clarity. However, in more wistful places, she has become the heroine of odd stories, and the villain of stories odder still. In the great cities beyond the desert, she has been turned into an enchantress known for stealing the hearts of men and then chaining them to their temples. Beside the quiet streams of her beloved Narnia, they whisper that the Queen Susan’s beauty was so radiant that few could bear to look directly at her. In the island marketplaces, it is said that her presence once brought great fortune to those who saw her. Every false legend is a funny twist on a simpler truth; a tale grown out of a friendly smile. In honest history, Susan is still truthfully remembered.

III. There are few lies to tell about the King Edmund, and few people who would risk the dishonour of lying about one once called “Just.” Instead he remains a quiet figure, written into history with all the other names and dates and details. Narnia remembers that a traitor may mend; Narnia remembers that a traitor may be just a child; Narnia remembers that a traitor may be just a boy in need of love and light and truth. Edmund is remembered in all of this, just as he remembers it himself. His feats are well-recorded; his battles and judgements and decrees and decisions pass through history relatively unscathed. His wisdom and passion are engraved within it; remembered long after he is gone. In the dark, he is a true tale of hope. In the light, he is still Edmund.

IV. The stranger the tale about Queen Lucy, the more likely it is to be true; the actuality of her being rivals even the most outrageous fictions. Valiant though she be, Lucy rarely went looking for trouble; she sought only the company of Adventure, and both joys and troubles lined her path. And so they say she is both fire and gold; they say she dances with wild folk, and swims out much too far, and laughs long after others have forgotten the joke. All of this is true. They say she is sharp in battle and gentle in wit. This is true, too. She used to wander into Cair Paravel barefoot, trailing sand beneath and behind her, and years later when sand blows in the open castle doors, they still say that the Valiant Queen must have let it in. This is home to Lucy, and she makes her home in the stories, so long as she can remain there.

#narnia #the chronicles of narnia #the lion the witch and the wardrobe #peter pevensie #susan pevensie #edmund pevensie #lucy pevensie #narnia headcanon #idk just some thoughts that were spinning around my mind #about the mythologization of the Pevensies following their reign #Peter gets the worst of it of course #I think PC makes that very clear

[rafescoke]

Need To Know (Part 2) ; Rafe Cameron

masterlist

#Part 2 

#Part 1

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: Reader confronts Rafe about his past

Warnings: More angst, more flashback smut, substance, swearing, Rafe being a dick again

A/N: Thank you so much for the overwhelming love from my last post! I love you to the moon and back <3

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“My god, you both look great.”

Rafe chuckled, too drunk to say anything, and wrapped his arms around his girlfriend of 4 months. The night breeze flew past everyone on the yacht as they strolled down the stream, moving their hips along to ‘Summer’ by Calvin Harris and trying to hear each other’s conversations over the loud music.

“Thanks, Tops,” (Y/N) smiled, feeling her body moving to the beat. She thought about the amount of drinks she had, but giggled when she had to recount again, and then frowned when she kept forgetting the number she ended on.

“What are you thinking?” Rafe whined, pulling her away from Topper who had his arms around another girl, trying to move on from his failed relationship with Sarah Cameron. He had told Rafe and (Y/N) that he have never felt better, but they both know the truth. He was completely wrecked after the breakup; when Topper found out about Sarah and a certain boy from the other side of the island, Rafe had to be there for him every single night until recently. He was too afraid of the things that Topper would do to himself.

“I can’t remember how many drinks I’ve had tonight,” she cried, tugging on his shirt as she placed her chin on his shoulder. Rafe laughed, patting her back before pulling her to face him.

“You had 8 shots. I had more.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, raising her brows. When she saw a smile slowly creeping onto his face, she groaned loudly.

“You always do this to me!” She grunted, but a tone of humor laced in her face. “God, I hate you.” She made a move to talk away, crossing her arms.

“No-” he shook his head, pulling her arm so that she will end right back into his arms again. He grinned when his tactic worked, “You don’t hate me. You love me too much.”

“Disgusting,” (Y/N) made a face, and stood on her toes to whisper into his ear. “Wanna do something?”

Rafe looked at her, and when he saw the sly smile etched onto her face, he kissed her fully on her lips, always admiring this side of her that she rarely shows to other people.

When he first found out about this opposite side of his girlfriend, Rafe couldn’t believe his eyes. He tried to convince himself that when she had asked to do coke with him for the first time that night, it was merely his imagination and not reality, but when she woke up next to him the next morning, the sun highlighting her hair and eyes, smiling shyly at him, he knew that it had, indeed, happened.

“You want to do coke?” he asked, forcing himself to keep his grin concealed. “Right now? In the middle of the party?”

(Y/N) hummed in response, and kissed his cheeks. “Please?”

Rafe didn’t answer her as he pulled her through the many dancing bodies to one of the back rooms in the yacht, trying to contain his excitement. The last time they had done this together ended up being one of the best nights of Rafe’s life, and he hoped to relive it again.

Rafe poured the intoxicating powder on the cold table, licking his pink lips as he separated them into four lines using his driver’s license. (Y/N) saw a glimpse of his handsome ID photo on the card, and tried to stop herself from kissing him. 

How could someone look so handsome in their driver’s license? It’s impossible.

(Y/N) licked the side of his face as he tried to balance the lines evenly, not able to contain her feelings anymore. She felt like having him for the rest of her life, and she can’t imagine spending her future with anyone else. 

“What was that for?” Rafe groaned, but he was smiling. (Y/N) wiped the already- drying wet mark on the side of his face with her sleeve, only to be stopped by Rafe’s fingers around her wrist.

“I didn’t say you could wipe it.”

(Y/N) giggled, kissing his cheeks as he returned back to his previous work. She wondered again on the never ending questions of why would Rafe choose her amongst the many girls who have tried to get his attention since forever, but her thought was disturbed by the sudden swift of Rafe’s lips against hers.

“Ladies first,” he whispered, handing her a rolled up hundred dollars bill. (Y/N) smiled, putting a light pressure on her left nostril using her pointer before dipping her head to inhale the substance.

She threw her head back, laughing when she could feel Rafe’s soft lips peppering wet kisses along her exposed neck. She closed her eyes against the warm feeling, her fingers running through his messy hair.

“Your turn, baby,” she giggled, stopping her boyfriend before they could provide a free show for everyone else. Rafe sighed, clearly unsatisfied, but he took the rolled up bill from her fingers and dipped his head.

Before he could inhale the white powder, he turned to look at her, a glinting mischief in his eyes. (Y/N) groaned, wanting to spend her hazy trip with her boyfriend instead of going ahead of him.

“What is it?”

“Lay on your back,” he said, not looking at her as he took out the extra mini ziplock bags. (Y/N) looked at him with a frustrated expression. “I swear to god, (Y/N), just fucking do it.”

(Y/N) sighed and laid her back against the sofa, trying to hold her skirt from lifting up and exposing her black thong she had bought beforehand. She widened her eyes when she felt Rafe’s cold rings grazing her skin, closing her eyes when she felt his hands slowly creeping towards her aching core.

“What are you doing?” She hissed, closing her legs quickly. “Rafe, we can’t do anything here.”

“Relax,” he whispered, pulling her legs apart again, and (Y/N) almost moaned from the sudden cold breeze nipping on her skin. She gripped on his wrist again, trying to remind and warn him about his next move at the same time.

Just by the glare that Rafe had given her, signaling that he wasn’t playing and he hadn’t got the time to joke around, she let go of his wrist, looking up to her boyfriend who was unlocking the mini bag.

She hissed when Rafe poured a perfect amount of cocaine on her lap, enough for him to get on by the night. She watched as he separated them into lines using his driver’s license again. She gulped, her heartbeat getting quicker.

“Stop moving so much,” Rafe grunted, focusing on perfecting the lines against her soft skin. After a few seconds of trying his best, he looked back to admire his work, licking his teeth.

“Oh my god, Rafe, you can’t be-”

“Shut up,” he said, taking the rolled up bill and dipping his head until he was on the same level as her head. She bit her lips, nervous. She threw her head back when Rafe inhaled a line, her heartbeat beating quicker than that time she tried to hide herself in Rafe’s closet from Rose. 

She could feel his fingers gripping her thighs, and she couldn’t deny the growing feeling inside her. Rafe chuckled, wiping his nose, and dipped his head back to the previous position.

“Rafe. . .” she whined, trying her best not to move around so much. The grip around her legs tightened, and she gritted her teeth as he placed wet kisses along her leg, ending directly before her desperate core.

“Oh my god,” she groaned, closing her eyes.

(Y/N) has experienced nothing of that sort, and the farthest thing they have done was fucking each other in Rafe’s hot tub that one drunken night. The last time she did coke with her boyfriend, no body parts were involved and it was only the two of them and her grandmother’s glass table.

Rafe chuckled, rubbing his nose as he resurfaced from his second last line, holding the rolled up bill between his fingers like a cigarette. “You like that, huh?”

“I’ve never wanted you to fuck me so bad before,” she said, groaning as she tried to keep her legs still for Rafe to inhale that one last line, but she knew he wouldn’t make her life that easy.

She watched as he kissed the inner of her thighs, going upwards, placing more kisses on her hips and again, directly halting before her core. Rafe could see the wet mark on her thongs, and could feel himself getting harder. 

“Please,” she begged, looking at him with her innocent eyes, her fingers wrapping around his wrist. “Please, Rafe, baby, please.”

“As you wish, princess.”

She went into another unexplainable feeling as he did his final line, and then  giving her more wet kisses along her thighs and lastly, that resulted her into jerking her body upwards towards his chest; he placed a strong kiss on her clothed core. 

Rafe laughed, watching her pressed herself against him, trying to find any kind of friction. “Relax, baby. I thought you wanted me to stop?”

“Fuck you,” she whispered, before climbing onto his lap and attacking him with kisses. 

“Okay-” he said in between kisses, “Fine-” more kisses, “Fuck me.”

(Y/N) groaned, feeling his hard member all pushed up against her as she kept on attacking him with kisses. This is exactly the problem; he would tease her and she would just not stop. 

“People are watching, baby,” he whispered, stopping her fingers from unzipping his jeans. They were both breathing really hard, and (Y/N) leaned closer to his ear.

“Let them.”

He groaned as she finally unzipped his pants, exposing his throbbing penis against the night air of North Carolina. He tried to pull his and (Y/N)’s body downwards by an inch to hide their ungodly behaviour behind the table, but was caught off guard when (Y/N) gripped his fingers, halting his movement.

“I said let them watch.”

Rafe wasn’t sure if it was the drugs that took over her or it was just another side of her that she was finally exposing to him, but he couldn’t deny the excitement coursing through his veins. This was every teenage boy’s wet dreams, and Rafe couldn’t believe the fact that he was finally experiencing it.

Before he could prepare himself, he felt her sink into him as she wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her forehead against his as she panted to reach her end. Rafe held her waist, not putting any pressure and letting her take control completely. He watched as she bit her lips, placing quick kisses against his neck.

“I love you, oh my god,” she said as she pushed herself down onto him, closing her eyes to concentrate on the familiar feeling growing in her stomach. “My perfect boy.”

“I’m close,” he shuddered, this time thrusting his hips against her to quicken the pace, feeling his end reaching. He didn’t care about the crowd that was starting to form near them; he was happy and content with the girl who was a moaning mess on top of him.

“Fuck-” she screamed as he released himself into her, falling against his chest to catch her breath. Rafe placed a lazy kiss against the top of her head as she grunted, too tired to even remove herself. 

“I wanna do coke with you every single night,” she whispered involuntarily as Rafe pulled her up, finally finding the strength to do so. He fixed her dress for her as she rested her head against the sofa, feeling so close to doze off for the night. Rafe smiled, tucking a strand of her hair before buttoning his jeans back again. He kissed her cheeks as she sighed, intertwining their fingers. 

“I’ll always love you, okay?” he said, but she was too tired to say anything back. She whispered something back, and Rafe laughed in return, and the night continued with her head against his chest as they snuggled up close on the sunbathing area. When the clock struck 12, they watched the fireworks decorating the night sky, and Rafe swore he had never seen anything more beautiful than (Y/N) under that glowing sky that particular night.

“Happy birthday, my love,” Rafe whispered, before placing a longing kiss on her lips.

(Y/N) woke up with a start.

She heard noises coming from her window, and she groaned before making her way towards the light. Her feet tapped lightly against her carpeted floor, feeling the cold temperature coming from outside.

Great. Just the person she wanted to see.

“Let me in, baby, please,” Rafe said against her window, fogging her glass. “Please? Let me explain myself.”

(Y/N) held her middle finger up to him before returning to her bed, watching the panicking boy from the corners of her eyes.

How could he climb up to her room after all the things he did to her?

“Oh my god-” she heard him speak, “It’s cold out here. Please? Let me in.” 

(Y/N) tried to block out his voice as she placed her pillows against her ears, but when she kept hearing his pleads, she couldn’t shake the bad feeling in her heart. She stood up from her bed, watching Rafe struggling to hold on to a branch, and opened the window, all while silently cursing to herself.

Rafe quickly shut the windows and sighed as he got used to the warm atmosphere, his eyes following the girl as she returned back towards her bed. Rafe stayed shut, following her actions, and sat beside her limp body.

“I’m-”

“I don’t want to talk to you,” she cut him off, and Rafe watched as she shifted to get comfortable. She wasn’t looking at him, and Rafe felt a pang of pain across his heart.

“Please, baby, you deserve an explanation.”

(Y/N) stayed quiet, and Rafe took the silence as an agreement. He ran his fingers through his hair a few times, trying to find his voice; because this is exactly the problem -

He didn’t know how much more (Y/N) had heard from his ex’s mouth, but based on the quick summary that she had given him through the phone call an hour ago, everything that she told him was true.

Because he was stupid. He was selfish, and he didn’t believe in the idea of falling in love with some and making great memories with them. Life simply wasn’t that way to him - 

All he cared about was sex and drugs, and his ex filled that exact cravings in him. He grew attached, but (Y/N) had taught him love. She taught him all the things that he didn’t know existed in him before.

“It’s true,” was all he said.

He grimaced as (Y/N) let out a shrill laugh, and stayed shut right after. He felt the need to caress her but decided against it, knowing that she will probably push him off.

“And I’m sorry. I was stupid, okay? I didn’t mean any of that. God, I wish I can turn back time and did everything differently because god, I was so fucking stupid and I hate seeing you cry because of me.”

Rafe could feel his own tears crashing down. The last time he had cried this hard was when Ward yelled at him, saying how useless he is and that he will never be proud of him, but (Y/N) was there for him during that time to calm him down. 

Now he’s alone.

“God, (Y/N), you give me love and you’ve taught me how to love and- and, I can’t let you go now, oh my god, I can’t-” he took a deep breath, “Not when I love you too much.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she whispered, and Rafe felt like killing himself at the sound of her voice in pain. “Why didn’t you fucking tell me?” She repeated, louder this time.

“I was scared,” he whispered back. “I wish I can take your pain away.”

“Rafe-” she sat up, her eyes puffy and red from the never ending tears since she fled the party. She looked at the boy she loves, and felt a sudden wave of emotion for the thing she was about to say.

“Can we stop seeing each other for a while? Can we take a break?”

“What?” Rafe shook his head, his fingers trembling. “No. No. You are not hearing yourself. No.”

“Rafe, please,” she cried, gripping onto her bedsheet. “Give me time to think. I can’t think about all this, just let me breathe!”

“You can’t let me go, (Y/N),” he whispered, trying to connect their fingers like always. When he saw her slipping her hand into her covers, he let out a breath.

“It’s too cold for you to go home. You can sleep in here, with me.”

“Don’t do this to me,” he said again, getting closer. When she flinched, he used all of his energy not to let out a yell, knowing that it would cause her to leave him for good.

“Just give me time. To think. Okay?”

“I love you,” he whispered, “I’ll wait. However long it’s going to take, I’ll wait.”

She didn’t return his affection and Rafe waited a few more seconds for her to mutter the words back. He took a deep breath before standing up, limping towards her window again.

“Rafe, you can stay here. Don’t make this any harder for me.”

But he left anyway, and (Y/N) was frozen in her position as she stared at his previous space on her bed, his scent slowly evaporating into the air. She couldn’t believe it; she lost him. She lost every inch of him, the only boy she truly loves.

She cried again against her pillows, missing her boy.

#Part 3

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