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crysingae · 1 year

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Keith Kogan x GN!Reader.

"Don't leave me now"

(Pronouns for reader not used/specified)

Little bit angst and fluff.

Open ended

⚠️Tigger Warning: mentions of possible death, distressed Keith, anxiety, graphic descriptions, mentions of blood and severe wounds.

Have fun besties.

My skin was warm, not enough to burn but enough to feel unfamiliar with the constant chill of the infinite universe. Even under my now torn space suit, the coolness of the air did little to soothe my discomfort. I could hear Keith's panicked words in my headset, the unsure and worried voices of the other paladins echoed in the background but his voice was the most dominant. Footsteps approached quickly, unevenly and fast as the gravel beneath lay at the mercy of the oncoming paladin. His voice smoothed out as the static was replaced by his in-person shouts.

I offered him nothing more than a tired smile, my hands locked in place over my wound. His expression was grim and distressed telling me all I needed to know about the situation. He dropped to his knees beside me, shooing my hands away and replacing them with his own and some medical cotton sheets that he had retrieved from the castle. With a shaky breath, I took off my helmet and placed it beside me, my bloody fingerprints decorated the visor. I had tuned out his panicked rambles in turn for the cool air that graced the Balmera. My breath came out as fog, I wanted to chuckle but Keith would have had my head if I did.

I could feel the adrenaline flow through my veins with each weak pump of my heart, my life was draining out and into dark red puddles. I didn’t have the heart to tell him though, I think part of him knew that yet he continued to try and bandage me up.

“You're going to be fine Y/n, just… fuck, don’t die on me” He hissed, voice fogged by the pain in his throat. The tears in his eyes wear thick, no doubt clouding his vision. His hands wear shaking as he fiddled with my dressings. My stained hand reached to his face, nudging weakly at his helmet.

“- off, take it off” my words tugged sharply at my dried throat. My free hand covered my mouth as a coughing fit endured. He was quick to take off his helmet, not wanting to fill his hands with anything that wouldn’t save my life. His free hand held mine as my coughing ceased. I slowly sat up, noting just how extensive my wound was. From my left shoulder to my right lower abdomen, just under my ribs, hasty dressing and blood-stained clothing adorned my body. I couldn’t tell just how deep it was but just thinking about it made my stomach flip. His free hand helped guide me until I semi-slumped over, my breath rugged and harsh like I hadn’t just done such a simple thing. I knew that I wouldn’t get him to calm down no matter what I said but I did get him to sit down and steady his breathing.

“Y’know what Red?” I started, attempting an ice-breaker, “You’re one stubborn jackass”

My elbow nudged at his side, “And I love that about you, just make sure it doesn't lead you down the wrong path”

His mouth opened before shutting, and his eyebrows furrowed before he looked at the ground in front of him. We both went silent for a moment, I didn’t mention the silent tears that slid down his cheeks and he didn’t mention the pained groans I huffed out ever so often. I chewed lightly at my bottom lip and my hands lightly picked at the skin around my nails, letting out a frustrated sigh I looked at him again.

“Keith?” his head snapped in my direction, alerted by my soft tone and gentle smile. I huffed out a single chuckle. My hand brushed against his and despite the caked blood, he allowed me to intertwine our fingers, even holding my hand back.

“I know the others will be here at any moment, but regardless I don’t know if I'm going to live or-”

“Don’t say that, don’t your dare say that and expect me to be fine with it” He hissed, his eyes were cold as he glared harshly at me. I sighed once again, cupping his cheek with my free hand. I leaned over and our lips met, he was stiff from shock. His inexperience was evident but it was sweet, he tasted sweet and his lips were ever so slightly rough. He followed along lazily, his grip on my hand tightening before he pulled away.

“Don’t leave me now, not after this” his voice a hoarse whisper, light panting breath fanned over my cheek.

“I won’t, and hey, once I’m fully healed… can I have the pleasure of calling you mine?” I whispered, the sound of the other paladins approaching got louder but I couldn’t bring myself to care. My head throbbed but there was joy in his nod and soft smile, he kissed my temple.

#keith kogane x reader #Keith Kogan #voltron #voltron x reader #angst #Voltron angst #fluff #sad confessions #i give him kith #mwah

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nihilmachina · 3 months

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Out of control meme redraws strike again. This time with tragedy.

#overwatch #zenyatta #ramattra #ramyatta #overwatch fanart #ow2 #omnic #rip #my art #it started as a funny but then i thought wHAT IF. maybe one day i'll add to it but for now be sad about memes #confession ive never watched httyd so idk who actually fucking dies here but same for zen and ram #micros0ft is determined to kill them both and so lets go with that

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natalievoncatte · 11 days

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Kara knew something was wrong from Lena’s heartbeat. That alone, the barely detectable change in rhythm and tempo, was enough, but her breathing was erratic and as Kara drew nearer, drifting through the afternoon air, she could hear the soft sobs.

A bad feeling had come over Kara. Things had been quiet between the two of them ever since the wedding; there had been a strange tension between them on that happy day and Kara couldn’t say why

(she knew what she wanted it to be but didn’t dare hope)

and with Alex and Kelly away on their honeymoon, Kara had mostly been on her own. Nia was spending most of her free time with Brainy and Kara sensed a proposal coming, and she was busy preparing for her public interview with Cat Grant. She was going to rip the bandages off and reveal her identity. There was a great deal of work involved, and Kara had spent a lot of time fretting over the details, and in the back of her head she was worried about the ramifications of years spent reporting on Supergirl and using “her” as a source. It was a massive ethical dilemma, and thought it always made sense at the time…

Right now all that mattered was the heartbeat. Kara had been giving Lena the space she sensed she needed, but Jess had called Kara from the Foundation and told her that Lena hadn’t come to work in three days, and no one had heard from her. It was uncharacteristic of someone who ran her life with almost military precision. Kara had even asked Alex to text Lena, but they’d gotten the same single word replies.

Kara pulled in a big breath, feeling her stomach churn as she lighted on the balcony and slid open the door, knowing it would be unlocked. She wished Lena would stop doing that, but also felt a little tilt in her chest from knowing Lena hadn’t locked her out.

She was on the sofa, curled up on her side and asleep. She’d probably had the same pajamas on for two days and there were empty bottles of wine in a neat row on the table in front of her. Her eyes were puffy from crying and her cheeks a little raw. Kara felt an instant pang and reached for her, before stopping to deactivate her suit.

Kneeling next to the sofa, Kara touched her fingers to Lena’s shoulders. Lena woke instantly with a start, head jolting up as she sucked in a reedy breath and her heart raced explosively, sending a shock of terror up Kara’s spine.

“Oh fuck,” Lena blurted, kicking out her legs as she bolted upright. “Oh God, Kara what…”

“Hey,” Kara said softly. “I was… I’m sorry. Are you okay? I came in through the balcony. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Lena’s chest heaved as she gasped for breath, staring at Kara with watery eyes. “Are you real?”

“What? Yes, of course I’m real.”

“I must have been dreaming. It was a dream. Just a dream. I was dreaming,” Lena muttered.

Kara rose from her knees and sat down on the couch.

“Come here.”

Lena almost crashed into her, wrapping her arms tightly around Kara and squeezing hard. She smoothed her fingers over the soft dark waves of Lena’s hair and pulled her in as she began to sob into Kara’s shoulder.

“I dreamed he killed you,” Lena choked out. “He came back again and he killed you and I couldn’t stop it. It felt so real.”

“I’m fine. I’m right here.”

Lena continued to sob, her entire body shaking with the force of it. Kara wrapped her in a fierce hug, trembling as she did.

“Every time I close my eyes he’s there, and when I’m awake all I can think about is that I killed my brother.”

“That didn’t happen in this timeline.”

Lena choked out an angry, frustrated sob. “It happened for me. I aimed a gun at my own brother’s chest and I pulled the trigger. And he came back! He came back and he almost killed you two or three fucking times, I can’t count.”

“He’s gone. He’s not coming back.”

“You can’t just say that!” Lena screamed into Kara’s throat.

Stunned, Kara softened her grip on Lena, only for Lena to pull her in harder, like she was trying to climb inside her.

“Why can’t I stop mourning him? He ruined my life. He was the person I trusted most and he turned out to be a monster. He used me my whole life and my emotions were just a game to him. He tried to to kill the woman I… tortured you, took you away for months and I thought I’d never see you again. I just wanted to tell you how sorry I was and how much…”

Lena cut herself off with a sob.

“I know it’s not the same,” Kara murmured, “but when I was a little girl I worshipped my father. I wanted to grow up like him and do what he did. I was going to be a scientist too.”

“You’d have been a good one.”

Kara shook her head. “My father was responsible for the Medusa virus. A bioweapon designed to eradicate non-Kryptonian life. A weapon of genocide.”

Lena shuddered.

Kara swallowed, hard.

“My world wasn’t a paradise. It felt that way because it was simple for me. There wasn’t all the pain of learning alien ways and an alien language and controlling superpowers and everything else. My father taught and protected me and my mom maintained order. But it was wasn’t a paradise. My people were… Krypton was… I think in a lot of worlds out there, we were the bad guys. Okay, the Daxamites were slavers, but on Krypton people were born into the labor guild and did menial jobs their whole lives, while people like me were born into privilege. Is that much better?”

“I don’t understand.”

“I don’t judge you for mourning Lex, Lena. He was your protector and your friend, and it was real to you. If there’s anything I hate him for, it’s hurting you.” Kara swallowed. “The one thing I can’t abide is anyone hurting you. I’ll break all my rules to keep you safe.”

Lena’s breathing eased and Kara could feel her relax.

“I’ve been avoiding you.”

“I figured you needed space. I wasn’t sure why but I trusted you to tell me if you need to.”

There was a long, heavy pause, and then Lena said.

“Kara, I can’t do this. I can’t share you.”

“Share me?”

“When you reveal your identity,” Lena pulled back, “you’re going to be the most famous person in the word. Everyone is going to be all over you. The press, politicians, everybody, and everyone who has a grudge against you or your cousin is going to know exactly where to find you, all the time.”

“I’ll keep you safe, no one will…”

“I didn’t say anything about me. You, Kara. What about you?”

“I’m Supergirl. I’ll be fine.”

“And what about me?” said Lena.

“I told you…”

“No. What about me when I have to watch you getting beaten to a pulp by another alien? What about me when you’re in a coma on the sun bed? What about me when I see on the news that a bomb went off in your apartment and I have to wonder if it was laced with Kryptonite shrapnel? I’m not worried about people coming after me. I’m a billionaire with magic powers. I could put on a goofy costume and join the club if I wanted. I’ve already lost you so many times and I can’t do it again.”

Stunned, Kara sat with her eyes wide, not sure when exactly she’d lifted Lena into her lap.

“It’s so selfish of me,” Lena went on. “You don’t belong to me. I don’t get to make demands of you. But don’t want you to out yourself. I don’t want to lose you again. As soon as you do this you’re going to be hounded by the whole world and they’ll claw you away from me again.”

Kara’s own heart raced now, hammering in her chest. Lena sounded so desperate and so sure, clinging to a Kara like she might disappear.

“I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay. It’s your choice and I have to respect it. It’s okay,” she was clearly telling herself.

“No,” Kara choked out, “no it’s not. I can’t believe how stupid I’ve been.”

“Kara,” said Lena.

“No. I have been. I can’t believe I said what I said to you at the wedding, about not being my authentic self. To you, of all people.”

Lena swallowed hard. Kara drew back and looked at her, really looked at her, drinking in the soft beauty of her eyes as she swept back a tear with a brush of her thumb. Lena’s eyes were huge, her lips trembling, and Kara felt an almost painful pang of sorrow and regret and a powerful stirring, long thrust down and buried and now clawing its way forth as Lena stared back, the deep sadness and loss in her own eyes tinged by a hint of forlorn hope.

“I can’t believe that I can see through walls and I’m so blind.”

“Kara?” Lena whispered.

“I’m calling it off. I’ll keep my secret.”

“You don’t have to do that just to please me.”

“I don’t need them. I need you. I’m yours, if you’ll have me.”

Lena’s heart raced so fast that Kara briefly thought she might have to fly her to the hospital. Instinctively, she slipped one arm under her knees and the other around her shoulders and stood, lifting Lena as if she weighed nothing.

Eyes wide, Lena bit her lip.

“What do you mean?”

“What do you mean when you say you’re mine? I need you to say it, Kara. I was too scared at the wedding. I can’t do this. I need you to.”

Oh.

Kara shifted her Lena’s weight in her arms, bring them closer together. She’d danced this dance before; she thought of the day she came back from the Phantom Zone, when she held Lena in her arms and felt the sun again and she almost did it, she almost just fucking did it…

And she did it.

She kissed Lena, already ready to sputter an apology and find a way out of this, but her words were lost when Lena’s soft lips met hers and Lena was ready to devour her, happily rocketing past chaste first kiss as she grabbed Kara with both hands and pulled her in.

Kara’s stomach flipped. She didn’t know what to do. She’d been kissed, she thought she’d been intimate, but she could see now that those things had been mere stimulation and nothing more. Something soared inside her as she had soared in the sky the very first time she flew. Joy unbridled swelled in her chest and she could feel Lena laughing exultantly into her mouth and even as tears mingled on her cheeks.

She wanted this. She wanted this. It was right here all along.

“Kara,” Lena whispered. “I…”

“Should I put you down?”

“On the bed.”

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gunstellations · 10 months

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confessions

#hankcon #detroit become human #my art #hank anderson #connor detroit #this can be read either way #i initially started this out while i was sad and i drew connor #i think that if connor were to confess first he would get rejected at the beginning by hank deflecting it awkwardly #but then i was okay while drawing and somehow it ended up kind of sweet if you look at it from another angle #so that hank is the one confessing here #but also connor is going absolutely rigid in a very soft way #i like that intepretation because you cant see connors face so you dont know what hes thinking aside from what you can take from his body #language #its either a happy piece or a sad piece if you want it so!#i like to think it gets awkward at first but then they make up later #they both have a lot to sort out about themselves! but they bring out the better in each other #and in my timeline they are intertwined enough that theyre inseperable #thats enough ramblings for now love and peace 🤞🤞

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dreadark · 15 days

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maybe the real tragedy of alien stage round 6 isn’t that they’re in an idol death game or even the string of unrequited love here but rather that someone could believe the feelings he held for years and gave him the strength to go on were too shallow to ever express properly

so he dies thinking he wasn't cared for at all

#alien stage #alnst #ivantill #how am I supposed to get over that #what even is the level of self-loathing needed to get to this point #so what if till looked at him that was hardly all he wanted right #before 'confession' i was like. normal sad. i can appreciate a good tragedy ig #now i just HE DIED LIKE THAT?? NO????#ivan needs to come back rn so someone can slap him for being an idiot #then he can die again i guess but not like thiiiis #it's too miserable...

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aquastellae · 28 days

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🌸 Good / Bad ending ❄️

#undertale yellow #uty #staroba #north star #starlo #ceroba #ceroba ketsukane #uty spoilers #kind of?#ok so basically #the one on the left is the original #and someone suggested I do a second (sad) version #so now there’s a bad ending one…#it got me thinking #what if starlo confessed right before he died #thinking about staroba makes me ILL slash positive…#aquastellae

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mrslankyman · 4 months

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Can I Call You Mine?

Montague (fortnite) x (fem) reader

->If I chose you life could’ve been different

->2K word

TW: guns & death

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You were untouchable like a distant diamond sky. He couldn’t understand why he was so caught up in you. It wasn’t like you gave a shit about him.

You were one jewel he couldn't steal.

No matter how good of a thief he was.

The dreams of holding you in his arms and calling you his was what gave him strength to keep going everyday.

You had chosen the other side.

That heist changed everything. The biggest regret of his was choosing that medallion over the one thing he cherished most.

You.

He left you behind; speeding off in that stupid silver car.

Leaving you to rush off and fend for yourself.

The next time he saw you was at a meeting with the other millionaires he had gathered into his Society.

You had joined a group called the UnderGround. As one of their leaders.

Learning that he was on top of your hit list sent shivers down his spine.

He didn’t wanna leave you. He was just blinded by the idea of wealth.

Pretending like you were an enemy hurt his heart. He didn’t know what he would do if he ever came face to face with you.

The lingering reality hung in his mind.

It’s you or him if it came to that.

You were leader of the UnderGround and he was leader of the Society.

One of you had to go.

Yet he would let you pull the trigger if it came to that.

He couldn't kill you.

He was far too caught up in you.

Which is why the night he caught you sneaking in hurt him. He had heard the noises coming down stairs. Somewhere near the vault. The thought of him just hearing things crossed his mind yet it was too loud for him to just be hearing things.

Heading down the stairs from his master bedroom he eyed the door to the vault. His hair was messed up, dress shirt loosely buttoned and dress pants without a belt. He looked like a mess.

“Who’s there?” His voice came out slightly shaky, holding up his pistol. Aiming it at whoever might be down there.

The rustling noise stopped. He headed down the steps to the vault, the shadow of a person coming into view.

“{Y/N}?” He dropped his aim slightly.

“Montague.” Your voice seethed as you looked up at him.

His eyes softened and he stepped down a few steps to get a better look at you.

Instinctively you raised your own pistol, aiming straight at his head.

“Woah- come on.. Let’s not do this.” Montague raised his hands; pistol in one.

“Hand over the medallion now.” Your voice was so demanding, much rougher than he remembered. “Come on.. Let’s talk.” Pleading wasn’t something he did often. He would rather be shot than anyone hear him beg. For you on the other hand. He would do anything to have just a moment with you again.

He missed how you both could talk about anything. Sit in an abandoned building and plan out the next heist.

Stealing was the way you both lived. You had grown to trust each other in those heists. Robbing banks, jewelry stores, and random rich people.

Montague had become the person he swore to you he wouldn't.

“We are doing this Montague.” He couldn't see through you like he used to. You seemed so truthful. Like you were serious about blowing his head off if you had to.

“{Y/N}... please just let’s talk. I’ve missed y-.” He had taken the last few steps to reach you; hands still in the air.

He felt the end of your gun press to his forehead. His eyes stared into your scrunched up ones. Anger prominent in your {e/c} eyes. In that moment he knew he lost you. He just wanted you.

“Why miss me? You were the one who left me behind. Without a second thought.” That silky voice of yours despite seething with anger was so angelic. The feeling of the gun pressing against his forehead harder snapped him out of his thoughts.

“I know what I did.. I know.” His voice was soft and pleading. He looked you in the eyes as he spoke.

He had missed them.

“If you don’t give me that medallion now, I’m gonna blow your head off and take it myself.” You shoved him against the wall holding the gun to his head. He didn’t even flinch. He just liked that you were somewhat touching him.

“I miss you.” Those words hit your ears and for a moment the grip on your pistol faltered.

His voice was almost a whisper and his breath tingled your neck.

“Don’t do this to me Montague.. I can’t let my group down.” The feeling of the trigger between your fingers reminds you of how you controlled the situation despite his words.

“I miss you, I miss you more and more everyday..” He stared into your eyes so desperate to change the emotion in them. He wanted to see that smile.

The happy look in your eyes when you’d see him.

He missed that.

“I’m not falling for this Montague.. Let me in the vault.” You demand voice breaking between anger and sadness.

He tore off his medallion and held it in front of the vault's scanner. The vault unlocked as it scanned the diamond.

Your eyes widened slightly as you watched the vault open before turning back to him.

“I don’t want to hurt you {Y/N} trust me when I say that.. I didn’t mean to leave you behind. I was stupid for it..”

You hesitated between letting him go and getting what you needed or holding him there against the wall.

The way his eyes pleaded for you almost made you believe him.

If you didn’t know him so well you’d think it was an act.

“You’re right. You were stupid for it.” Was the only reply you gave before kicking him in the crotch. His low groans filled your ears. You almost wanted to say you were sorry.

Too bad you weren’t

He fell to the floor holding his crotch, letting out foul language in his native tongue.

You quickly stepped into the vault looking around before grabbing the map you had been searching for. Just where Hope said it would be stored. Montague really wasn’t that good at hiding things.

Something you always knew he faltered at.

A good thief but a terrible hider.

You walked out stepping over Montague who laid on the floor still.

You stopped and turned around to look at him.

“I won’t be so nice next time.” Your voice was icy cold in warning. He simply looked up at you: regret covered his face.

“{Y/..N}” He closed his eyes tightly as tears pricked the corners. You didn’t know what to do. Leave him there or stay. He used to be your best friend. Your ride or die. Now he was just..

Nothing.

The sound of your feet coming closer gave him strength to sit up. You crouched down to his level offering a small smile gaining one in response from him.

“You’re so beautiful.. I wish I told you that sooner. I wish I told you a lot of things before I fucked us up.” His hand reached out and cupped your cheek. Letting yourself lean into his touch made memories flood back.

How close you two used to be.

His touch always calmed you down. No matter the situation. It still did.

“Oh Montague..” Your voice cracked slightly as you allowed yourself to soak up his warmth.

“Please.. Don’t go.” He begged as he pulled you closer to him. His arms wrapping around you.

“I have to.. I can’t let my group down.. I’m sorry Montague. It’s you or me. I can’t let it be me who gets left again.” Your words slowly soaked into him. Before he could react your pistol was back at his head. Tears streaming down your face.

It was a hard life now. No more fun and games of stealing stupid things no one would notice.

Stealing a life would always be noticed.

A heinous crime.

Something that could not be undone once done.

You knew that.

You had to do this.

You had to win this battle.

Jonsey, Hope, the whole organization was counting on you.

“I love you.”

Those three words made your whole body shake. How could you kill him after that?

“I know you have to do this. I know that only one side is going to make it out of this thing alive.” It was his turn to start truly crying. But not from the fact he was going to die.

No.

He was crying because at least even in his last few moments he gets to see you again.

It was all he could ask for in this cruel world.

“I love you too..” Your confession was all he needed to die happy. To know that he wasn’t chasing some dumb dream every night. You did like him back..

“Can I call you mine.. Once?” His question made your tears flow harder.

“Yes.. you can.” You sobbed harder as he leaned closer.

“I’m so glad you’re mine, mon amour.” His lips pressed against yours. For a moment you almost let your gun fall.

Wouldn’t it be so easy to leave and run off with him?

Possibly in your dreams.

You would be hunted down and never forgiven for that act.

You had picked your side to stay loyal to.

As did he.

So as you kissed him and lived in this moment of bliss you let it be the last thing he remembered.

Before you pulled the trigger.

Leaving him with his last dying wish.

To call you his.

#montague fortnite #montague x reader #fortnite #monsguefortnite x reader #montague fortnite is hot #montague fortnite fanfic #angst #sad ending #montague loves reader #confession

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quillthrillswriting · 1 month

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i think that by far, the most common zutara trope i've seen is zuko freeing katara from her unhappy marriage with the clingy, unappreciative aang.

i've always felt that that aang would genuinely worship the ground katara walked on and be exceedingly kind and respectful, and so i've always thought that this trope would make a lot more sense flipped, with aang in the position of being katara's safe space after zukko reverts back to his angry, sullen, lashing out persona that he was before uncle iroh & the gaang's involvement.

this fic is the result of me having the thought "might f around and write a kataang fic that flips the usual zutara trope of "zuko helps katara escape a failing relationship with aang" 😳"

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Zuko was all alone, heading an entire empire and facilitating the transition of his nation from a war-bringer to a force for peace. At first, she told herself that it was only because he had needed help that she chose to stay with him, but that wasn’t being entirely honest. After that play on Ember Island, all of the scenes where the two of them were in love had opened Katara’s eyes to the possibility, and try as she might, she couldn’t shut them again. And Zuko, after all that he’d sacrificed to help them, after redeeming himself in her eyes, even fighting alongside her, he had seemed like her best chance at home.

So she had stayed with him.

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Zuko proposed, after just six months, but Katara thought little of the brief timeline. When you know, you know, right? He had given her his mother’s ring, and had her dress in Fire Nation colours for the ceremony. She had been under the impression that the wedding would be a welding of cultures, and so she had spent weeks painstakingly carving a traditional water tribe proposal necklace.

When she had presented it to him, Zuko had only said that a Fire Lord couldn’t be seen wearing another nation’s trinkets . She had quietly dabbed away her tears when he wasn’t looking.

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The moon rose and set six more nights before Katara rose with it, slipping outside of the castle during the changing of the guard, draped in traditional water tribe colours for the first night in years. Before anyone had seen her, she had made it, slipping between Fire Nation homes almost silently. She only paused to pull clothes and a cloth head covering from a clothesline, silently apologizing to whatever family she had just stolen from. She tucked a couple of coins and a piece of gold jewellery into one of the pockets of the pants still on the clothesline, an attempt at making amends for her crime, then blended into the night again.

She hadn’t stopped moving until she’d finally found a small forest, then she’d made herself a bed of moss and curled up as if she was a child back on the tundra, pretending to be a sleeping snow fox alongside Sokka.

She missed her brother. She missed her home.

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She knew where she would go once the cargo ship reached the land. The last location Aang had been in was the Western Air temple. So that was where she would go. If she needed to, to find Aang, she’d scour every inch of the mainland. She knew he would do the same for her. Which begged the question- why hadn’t he come to her when he began to feel that something was off?

It was that question that Katara started with, as she settled into a comfortable position on Aang’s woven rug, a cup of hot tea curling steam around her body that she absent-mindedly bent into shapes around her.

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Aang sighed, looking away. “Katara, I hate to give you more reasons to feel distressed, but in case you hadn’t remembered, you told me to stay away. Told me my “juvenile crush” was ridiculous and made you uncomfortable. I felt awful, and so, I backed off. I kept sending letters every couple months, trying to make sure you were okay, but you told me you were too busy, and I respected that.”

Katara’s tone was unsettlingly neutral when she responded. “...What?”

Aang titled his head, confused. “You said, in your letters, that-”

She responded in that same tone. “What letters , Aang?”

♥ the rest of the (completed) fic can be found here!! ->

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deadhermiteyes · 7 months

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once again i find a ton of comments shitting on jesse as if they missed the entire fucking show. it's always so dehumanizing too. "jesse cries too much" says the dude who probably bitches about men not being able to show emotion.

character: *cries in very natural situations*

redditors: what a little bitch i would never cry if my girlfriend died

#jesse pinkman #breaking bad #heisenberg stans back at it again🙄#i have the entire confession video saved and i wanna post it just to make EVERYONE SAD #FUCK YOU HATERS #WATCH IT AND CRY WITH ME BITCH #i say all this with love

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nelkcats · 1 year

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Love me, Love me not

To gain power and cause chaos Klarion summons the Ghost King; when Danny appears in the summoning circle Klarion confesses that he is in love with him, and he is what he always dreamed of, the halfa is confused at first but the witch boy sounds so certain that he starts to believe it.

After some time with him Danny starts to like the witch and considers dating him, but the more time they spend together, the more doubtful he becomes about his decision and one day the halfa finally asks "Why do you love me?" Klarion immediately replies "Because you are powerful"

Danny is confused by that answer. He had been helping Klarion for a couple of days and the boy always praised his power, but surely he had to love something else? Feeling his heart in his throat the halfa asked "And what else?", Klarion remains silent.

Is a bittersweet revelation for Danny, who thought someone finally loved him for more than just his power, he probably should have seen it coming; but they had been through so much, discovered so much about the world together, that the Ghost King foolishly thought they were really falling in love.

Before the boy can break his heart into more pieces, the King runs away feeling like the world's biggest idiot. Of course Klarion only wanted power from him, he said so from the beginning. But Danny wanted so badly to believe otherwise.

He could go back and kill him with a snap of his fingers, but what good would it do? He would only be destroying himself, because at the end of the day the Ghost King fell in love with the Witch boy.

When Danny runs, Klarion realizes that he was in love with him, but maybe it's too late for that

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