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laserdog10 · 11 months

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Test Drive, Sparda Family Style

Claudia: Please?

Nero: Nope.

Claudia: Please?!

Nero: Sweetie...

Claudia: I promise I'll clean her afterwards!

Nero: That's nice but the answers is still no.

Claudia: Moooom!

Kyrie: It is nice of you to care about Red Queen so much, but the fact of the matter is it's too much for you.

Claudia stomps her little foot on the ground: Nuh-uh, I can swing a sword just fine!

Nero chuckled: Those are training swords meant for you, so you don't lop an arm off. Sorry Clauds but until you're in middle school you can swing Red Queen around to your hearts content.

The silvernette toddler pouted adorably and stomped off to her bedroom in a huff making sure to slam her door for extra measure for how angry she was. Nero smiled but sighed nonetheless, even he wasn't this...actually no, he was as temperamental as his and Kyrie's little gremlin.

Nero: What am I gonna do with her?

Kyrie: Well, you are training her to carry the family torch, so that's more than enough, and you aren't being too rough on her regiment and lessons either.

Nero leaned back in his seat at the kitchen table: But could i be doing more? What if-

Nero: Thanks babe, let's just hope dinner goes normal for on-

He was silenced with her lips meeting his, a chaste kiss broken for his wife to counter his worries.

"Like I told you, you always know what is right, and what is wrong. Claudia's progress to be a Devil Hunter is one of those right things."

Dante: Hey Mini-Verg! How's it shaking with the wife?

*THUD*

"HEY HEEEEY party people!" screamed the Legendary Devil Hunter himself kicking open the front door of the young couple's abode making Kyrie jump, though surprisingly without a box of pizza in hand. Nero simply thought to himself, "why do I even try...?"

Nero: Great until your mug showed up...

Dante just chortled ruffling his nephew's scruffy head: Why the long face bud? Hell the whole place reeks of tension.

Kyrie: Well, we had a little disagreement with our little angel.

Dante: Little Clauds throw a hissy fit?

Nero: No, just didn't want to listen to the truth, and got upset she could't go beat up some trees.

Dante pursed his lips: Imma go talk to her.

Nero: Dante...

Dante: Relaaax!

Kyrie: And how can we trust you?

Dante: I'm her cool uncle she loves?

Nero/Kyrie: More than Vergil?

Dante: ...really not gonna give me this?

The couple finally conceeded and gave Dante a "knock yourself out" kind of gesture, then off he went to his niece.

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Wrapped in her blanket like an angry burrito, Claudia lay on her side fuming over her scuffle with her old man. 'What does he know, anyone can swing a sword! I'll show him-' Her mental rant was cut short when a rhythmic knock came from her door.

Dante: Heya squirt, can I mozy on in?

Claudia: Mm...

Dante lets himself in: Now what's this about Red Queen?

Claudia: Stupid dad won't let me play with it...

Dante: Haha, well now your old man ain't stupid that's for sure, but he's right that his weapon is far above your learnin' curve.

The third generation Sparda seemed to deflate more in her cotton haven, until a comforting pat on her head gave her a jolt back to reality making her turn to her second favorite uncle who was pulling out something wrapped in a burlap sack.

Dante: Now, I went through a lot of trouble getting these bad boys back, went through a couple auctions, black markets, and some circles of Hell to find them. I was plannin' on giving these to ya' on your birthday...but I can't stand to see you down in the dumps.

Sitting up, Claudia took the twin wrapped objects in her lap, carefully pulling it off she was greeted by the sight of two round heads with glowing eyes and a mouth, one red and one blue, attached to twin swords with serrated edges.

Dante: Say hello to Agni and Rudra, your first Devil Arm! One throws fire and the other slings wind!

Claudia: These...THESE LOOK AWESOME!!! Mm-*mouth gets covered*

Dante: Shhhh not so loud kid...! Hehe, take good care of them alright? These bad boys fought with me through all of Temen-ne-gru and kicked the butt of Vergil!

Claudia hugged the demonic swords close with a cheeky grin: I promise!

The devil hunter smiled ruffling his nieces hair before turning to leave, until he stopped and pointed at the swords, "No. Talking. Take care Clauds!"

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Later that night Claudia pulled the Twin Demons out from under her bed, sitting with their heads facing her on her lap once more.

Claudia: Hey, my uncle Dante ain't here no more, you guys can talk...!

Agni/Rudra: ...

Claudia: I promised when I said I'll take good care, so that means I'll treat you guys differently.

Agni: ...is that true?

Rudra: You swear on it?

Claudia almost jumps from their voices: Woah, you guys actually talk...

Agni/Rudra: Indeed, many Devil Arms are capable of speech!

Claudia: That. Is. So fricking cool!

Agni: Cool? Brother, what is "cool?"

Rudra: Well, "cool" means-

Claudia: Yeahyeahyeah, basically means you guys are awesome, so uncle says you guys control fire and wind, if I remember what my science teacher said...wind can make fire stronger?

Rudra: Correct young devil!.

Agni: Strong as we are on our own, together we are a force stronger than nature.

Claudia: ... *smiles deviously* We're going to be the best partners! Oh, and by the way, it's cool if you guys wanna talk with me.

Rudra: Very well!

Agni: As you wish!

[Later that morning...]

Half of the forest behind the house was engulfed in flames, gale force winds blew this way and that, all while the cackling of an eight year old echoes though it all.

Claudia: I AM THE GODDESS OF DESTRUCTION!!!

Kyrie looks at Nero: ...Dante?

Nero: I am going to kill that bastard...

Kyrie: At least she's happy?

#devil may cry #dante sparda #nero sparda #kyrie #nero x kyrie #devil may cry oc #claudia sparda

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inconsistent-kuroshitsuji-blog · 2 years

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Hi !

The dating headcanons but... Agni and Soma please ? (✿^‿^)

Dating Headcanons pt. 2

The second addition to this little series. I'd like to mention that I do not NSFW for characters like Soma. With that out of the way, let's return to our main programme. Fluff with a chance of NSFW. Please, do enjoy.

Prince Soma

this poor boy fell head over heels for you, almost proposing to you the moment he met you

luckily, Agni managed to stop him before it got out of hand

his feelings for you are always more than obvious, there is no way hiding it

loooooooooooves going out on dates. No matter where and what, as long as the both of you have fun

likes playing card or board games together

he's rich, so of course he'll gift you something all the time. Doesn't matter if you think you don't deserve it

gives you his clothes to cuddle with when he's away from you

a pure soul that will give you everything in the world, simply because he loves you

Agni

at first, after he realised that he loves you, he tries to sort his feelings out on his own

but at one point, Soma noticed his uncharacteristic behaviour and made him talk about his feelings

and by the gods, he talked about you for hours

he cares for you in a similar way like he does for Soma, but less like a parent figure and more like a comfort figure in general

simply cuddling makes his day better than it already is

creates new recipes for you to try

if it calms you, he'd hum you songs to fall asleep and tell stories about what he's already seen in life

supportive in every way

NSFW

a gentle dom

loves praising you in every way, lots of body worshipping

a master at aftercare, he'll bring you everything you need

the literal imbodiment of consent is key

is not into impact play, he does not want to hurt you in any way

Ronald Knox

oh dear, the playboy, the casanova, the womanizer

he of all people fell in love with you

he knows his image makes attemps in confessing harder for him

but with time, he made it, he actually made it

can't stop partying, but would take you with him and even start to go less if it makes you more at ease

the more you get to know him, the more he turns into a smol puppy

massive sweet tooth, he'll share everything with you

slow dancing in the middle of the night in pajamas

NSFW

while he may be a top in most of his one-night-stands, as soon as you enter a relationship with him he's turned into a bottom

loves it when you ride him, the overstimulation you could give him just sends him of

but don't worry, he'll dominate you if you beg for it

doesn't own any toys, but would try them if you'd like

sorry, but he's an ass person

William T. Spears

that guy? In love? What on earth happened here?

he must have thought something similar too as soon as he realised his feelings towards you

a simple letter. That's his confession. And a date with an address.

said address leads to a fancy restaurant with him waiting for you at the entrance

isn't overly affectionate, but will always leave a small something to remind you that he deeply cares for you

can actually bake and will bake something for you

as soon as you two are alone, he starts to seek for physical contact and comfort

values deep talks more than random activities

NSFW

let me tell you, this man is kinkier than he seems

from a love swing to cuffs and similar stuff, he's equipped with a good selection of toys

someone have mercy on you, because he won't

he's only submissive when drunk, but that's a different story

he's a brat tamer, forcing you to be obedient to his liking

but of course, only with your consent

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You probably didn't expect me to post so soon again, did ya? :D These were a bit shorter, but I wanted to use my motivation before a wrighters block hits me again.

As I have no requests at this time, I'll continue with my own prompts until I get new ones.

So, coming soon...

The Kuroshitsuji characters drunk

Thank you for giving so much love for my works. It truely means a lot to me.

Well, thanks for tuning in and we'll see each other again soon.

Your Inconsistent Kuroshitsuji Blog~

#black butler #kuroshitsuji #prince soma #kuroshitsuji agni #ronald knox #william t spears

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indigo--montoya · 3 years

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I wrote a thing! It's set in an ATLA AU where Azula becomes Firelord. In this, she's a young adult, in the 18-23 range. Also, Ty Lee got taller than her, which isn't story-relevant but I think it's an amusing headcanon.

@olivenight17 it is posted.

A Conundrum

A window opening breaks Azula out of her thoughts and spills light out into the dark night.

"Azula?" Ty's voice calls. "Are you out here?"

Azula sighs. She came up to the roof to be by herself. But… Ty Lee. "Yes."

The acrobat flips up, over the edge of the roof, and floats down to land soundlessly beside Azula. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong," Azula says automatically. Besides, why burden her airbender with something she can't fix?

Ty Lee sits beside Azula, her pink robes spreading around her as she stares at the stars.

"I know something's wrong," she says after a minute. "Your aura's been dingy for weeks. I won't make you talk to me, but I'm here whenever you're ready."

Azula reaches over to take her girlfriend's hand. "Thank you. But this isn't something you can help with."

"You never know," Ty says. "Besides, sometimes just talking about it helps."

They sit in silence for a while after that, just the two of them and the stars. Ty Lee shifts her position, moving closer to Azula.

"It's children," Azula blurts. "I need an heir."

"Okay." Ty squeezes her hand. "What bothers you about that?"

Azula looks down at their hands, entwined in her lap, pale against her red silk sleep clothes. "I don't want children."

"Hmm."

"I know I need an heir," Azula continues. "My advisors are always talking about it, saying I should find some way to have children. One of them suggested paying a man to assist."

Ty frowns sympathetically. "What about adoption? You won't need to raise them as long then."

"I have to carry on the bloodline," Azula says morosely. "Blah, blah, blah, Agni's children, blah, blah, blah, the eternal fire runs through your veins, blah, blah, blah, Agni's blessing must pass down to your descendants, blah, blah, blah."

Ty Lee stifles a giggle, hiding her smile behind her free hand. They stay there a few minutes more, leaning into each other.

When the Dragon is highest in the sky, Ty Lee speaks again. "What about Zuko?"

"What about him?" Azula leans back to look at Ty's face.

"He's going to have kids, isn't he? You could make one of them your heir and teach them how to be Firelord."

Azula blinks. Zuko does like children. So does Katara. That might just work.

"Ty Lee, you beautiful genius," Azula breathes, tucking a stray hair behind Ty's ear. "Have I mentioned recently that I love you?"

Ty giggles, leaning closer. "Yes, but I don't mind you saying so again." She cups Azula's cheek with her hand, closing the distance between their lips. Azula smiles. When the kiss ends, they snuggle together again, Ty resting her head on Azula's shoulder.

It's not long before quiet footsteps announce Mai's approach. She sticks her head out the window. "Anyone out here?"

"On the roof," Azula calls back.

Mai turns her body, leaning out till she can see them. She's silhouetted against the light from the window, her features washed in black. "Room for one more?" Mai asks, probably raising a brow slightly in that elegant way she has.

"For you?" Ty says, straightening so Mai can see her better. "Always."

Mai swings the rest of the way out the window, standing on the window ledge. Ty Lee and Azula move forward, reaching out to help her up. When they get close enough to see Mai's expression, she's smiling.

"What are you doing up here?" Mai asks, stepping onto the roof. She's not wearing her armor, just her loose black-and-gray training clothes.

Ty Lee glances at Azula. "Talking about the future."

"Oh?"

"Yes." Azula hesitates, avoiding Mai's gaze as they sit down. "Mai, how do you feel about children?"

"They're sticky and annoying. I don't want any." Mai sighs. "But I knew what I was getting into dating you. Just try to keep them away from me."

Azula bites her lip. "That's the thing. I don't want any either."

"Ty does then?" Mai looks at their girlfriend. Azula follows her gaze.

Ty Lee looks up from her stretching. "I think so. I'm not sure yet. But that's not the issue right now." She grins. "Besides, I'm cute enough to convince you both if I really want to."

Mai turns back to Azula, raising an eyebrow. "Then what's the problem?"

"Maybe nothing anymore, thanks to Ty Lee." Azula smiles. She feels lighter already. "I'm going to make one of Zuko's children my heir."

Mai smiles again, moving closer. "Great idea Ty."

Ty Lee giggles, sitting up and crossing her legs. "Thanks!"

When Mai is close enough, Azula leans on the taller woman's shoulder. Ty sprawls across both their laps, bare feet in the air. "I love you," she declares, grey eyes crinkling at the corners as she stares at them. "So much."

Mai's tawny eyes soften. "Me too."

Azula wraps one arm around Mai and runs her other hand through Ty's hair. "I love you," she whispers. "Always and forever."

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barelyaware · 3 years

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Chapter 3 of Purely Political is up ~

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Ao3

(rated M)

It's a little awkward between them for a few days. But soon enough, they're back to finishing eachothers’ sentences and laughing about everything and nothing.

Katara starts attending meetings about trade and international relations. She slips him notes when the council is being particularly stubborn and talks in his ear between discussions. She whispers to him the plans she's made for that day’s tea, new scrolls she’d like to share, or where she'd like to take a stroll after dinner.

Zuko finds himself happier than he can ever remember. Just her presence is enough to soothe his nerves.

The days go by quickly and the night of the roomshare finally arrives. While he's a little on edge, he knows that there isn't actually anything to be nervous about. After all, he knows nothing is going to happen between them.

Katara is already in bed by the time he enters his room and he makes sure to position himself on the very edge of the bed when he joins her. He's thankful he's had such a long day, otherwise there'd be no chance of him being able to sleep with her this close.

But it's not long before he's drifting off.

That night, Zuko dreams of Katara. He dreams of warm skim. He dreams of his hands pulling through luscious curls. He dreams of her mouth on his.. and then not.

When he wakes up, he notices two things at once. First, he's holding Katara, who's clad in nothing but sarashi wraps, against him in his arms. Second, he has a very stiff situation that's currently pressing against her backside.

Zuko is still groggy with sleep as his hips stutter forward against her on instinct before he can think to stop himself. He hears a high-pitched gasp in response and he can feel his blood run cold.

“Z-Zuko?”

Shit shit shit shit shit

He releases her at once and rolls as far from her as he can without toppling off the bed.

“Zuko, it's okay.” Her voice is full of compassion as she reaches for his arm, but he dodges her touch.

“No it's not! Nothing about this is okay!”

“Zuko, you need to calm down.”

“I DON'T NEED TO CALM DOWN! I NEED ..I need to leave.”

He can hear Katara start to say something, but he ignores her and storms out as quickly as he can.

...

Zuko doesn't mean to avoid her. At least, not at first. Meals have been awkward since that night. He doesn't know how to explain himself and Katara is still upset, based on her shortened sentences and clipped tones.

After a week of this tense atmosphere, he feels like he's losing his mind.

Then, a new set of tariffs is being introduced by the Earth kingdom ambassador and suddenly Zuko is drowning in paperwork. He takes dinner in his office that night so he can continue working.

The next day he tells himself that he’s taking his meals alone because there's still so much to do. After a couple days he finds it impossible to keep lying to himself about what he's doing. So instead, he tells himself that he’ll stop this childish evasion just as soon as he can find the words to tell her… to tell her what exactly?? I have feelings for you and I don't know how to stop them because I have no self-control. I long for you so ardently that I can feel my blood swimming in the veins of my heart everytime you hold my hand and I also cant stop thinking about pinning you against a wall and having my way with you..Fuck.

He only sees her in meetings and soon he finds himself appointing one of his advisors to take his place when he knows she'll be in attendance.

He's never felt like such a coward.

Without her near, time passes too fast and too slow. It’s now the afternoon before the night of their second roomshare, and he's banging his head against his desk trying to rattle together any coherent thoughts for how to apologize and explain himself . He's interrupted, though, by a few hard knocks on his office door.

He quickly fixes his hair and readjusts his robes to look somewhat presentable. “Enter.”

The doors swing open and there is Katara. Her eyes are red. It looks like she’s been crying and the sight makes his heart clench.

“Are you planning on avoiding me tonight too?”

“Katara, I'm not—”

“—don’t lie to me!”

“I'm sorry.” Zuko sighs, resigned. “I have been avoiding you and I’m sorry.”

“Do you not want me here?”

“No! I like having you here, I swear.” Zuko puts up his hands in surrender to her, trying to think of how to clear up this mess. “I’ve truly come to think of you as a friend.”

“A friend?” Her voice is dripping with emotions he cannot name.

“Was I being presumptuous? I’m sorry, I know we haven’t talked lately and I know it's my fault, I just—“

“I'm your wife, Zuko,” her voice is low and shaking slightly.

“I know that..”

“I'm your wife and we're meant to have a child and you don't even see me as a woman!”

Oh .

“Katara, we don't have to worry about that right now. No one is expecting that right away. The roomshare is part of the marriage contract, but it's really just tradition. We don't have to actually do anything.”

“You're being obtuse!” He doesn't like the way she folds her arms and looks at him like she knows something he doesn't.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he snaps.

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing!” She’s starting to storm out and this is not what he wanted at all.

“Katara, wait! .. I do! I do think of you as a woman.” The words start to tumble out of him and as they do, they feel like they're burning a hole in his throat. “ Of course I do. Almost too much. I mean, wasn’t it obvious? I just.. I don't want to make you uncomfortable. I didn't mean to touch you like that and I'm so sorry, I mean, I know we didn't marry for love or anything and I don't want to mess this up.” She pauses and turns around, her expression softening ever so slightly. “But the last thing I want is for you to think that I don't like you being here. I'll control myself so please, just..don't feel uncomfortable around me and don’t feel like I don’t want you with me.”

Katara pauses for a moment, processing his words. Then she smiles softly and reaches out to grasp his hand. “I'm not uncomfortable. Not at all.”

Agni , how he's missed her hand in his.

…

Zuko has already laid himself down when Katara enters from the bathroom and drops her embroidered blue silk robe to reveal her sarashi wraps. His eyes linger on the bare skin in between them before he forces himself to look away. As she comes closer, he can smell the scent of jasmine on her and he swallows roughly as she joins him in bed. Her face is glowing in the candle light and he can feel his heart pounding.

“Goodnight Zuko.”

“Goodnight, Katara.”

“Umm, Zuko.. could you take out the lights?”

“Oh! Of course.” He extinguishes the flames around the room with one smooth gesture, just quickly enough to hide the flush of his cheeks.

Somehow, the room feels quieter in the darkness.

He probably won't get any sleep tonight, he thinks to himself. He can hear the clock on the wall ticking, painfully slow in the dark silence. But he can hear her gentle breaths even as he tries to focus on the nothingness.

And then she shifts, turning to her side. When she does, her body leans back into his. Her back is now brushing against his chest and he can feel a spark light up his upper body. A familiar heat he knows he’ll have to focus on to keep under control.

Then she shifts again.

Her body is flush against his. The heat starts to overwhelm him and he doesn’t even know if she’s awake.. but no, she can’t be—

“Zuko..,” Katara sighs as she leans her head into his shoulder and the sound shoots through him like lightning. His whole body stiffens up.

“What—what are you doing, Katara?”

She turns her head to meet his eyes over her shoulder.

“Zuko? I thought you wanted—”

Zuko puts a hand on her shoulder, trying not to jolt at the electricity he feels through her skin.

“Katara, I thought I was clear. We don’t have to do anything that would make you uncomfortable.”

Katara turns around to face him fully, a new ferocity in her eyes. “I’m not the one who’s uncomfortable, so stop using me as an excuse just because you are!”

Zuko tries to breathe like normal but realizes he’s forgotten how and he feels his exhales come out weak and unsteady instead.

“..It’s not that I’m uncomfortable.”

Katara reaches out carefully and holds her hand to his chest.

“You’re not?” Katara breathes in and out and he can see her chest rise and fall in the moonlight. “Do you just..not want me?

“How could I not want you?” The words are out of his mouth before he can think about what they mean.

“I want you too.”

He pinches his arm beneath the sheets cause surely he’s — Ouch ...so he’s not dreaming.

He can feel his eyes glazing over as he starts to give into the fierce heat rushing through him. He wraps an arm around her and holds her back firmly to his front.

His lips find the shell of her ear and he whispers, “You’re sure?”

He can feel the shiver down her spine and relishes the husky undertone of her voice as she replies, “I’m positive.”

...

Zuko wakes up the next morning holding a naked Katara, her head nestled into his bare chest and his arm around her with his palm splayed on the smooth skin of her lower back.

He tries to take stock of how he’s feeling but his thoughts are jumbled.

The only thing he can settle on is how wonderful she feels beside him at that moment.

She wanted him.

He still can't believe it. But he has no idea what this means beyond that or, he thinks to himself somberly, if it actually means anything at all…

#zutara #zutara fic #my fic #zutara fanfic #katara #zuko #atla fanfic #atla #my posts

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