#and didn't quite capture the 'i want to chase you down and look you in the eye and make you freak out about this with me' vibe of this stor

[fictionadventurer]

I have to talk about Chester Arthur. His story makes me go crazy. A mediocre president from the 1880s who's completely forgotten today has one of the best redemption stories I've ever heard and I need to make people understand just how cool his story is.

So, like, he starts out as this idealist, okay? He's the son of an abolitionist minister and becomes famous as a New York lawyer who defends the North's version of Rosa Parks whose story desegregates New York City's trolley system.

Then he starts getting pulled into politics and becomes one of the grimiest pieces of the political machine. He wants money, power, prestige, and he gets it. He becomes the right-hand man of Roscoe Conkling, the most feared political boss in the nation, a guy who will throw his weight around and do the most ruthless things imaginable to keep his friends in power and destroy his enemies.

Because Arthur's this guy's top lackey, he gets to be Controller of the Port of New York--the best-paying political appointment in the country, because that port brings in, like, 70% of the federal government's funds in tariffs. He gets a huge salary plus a percentage of all the fines they levy on lawbreakers, and because he's not afraid to make up infractions to fine people over, he is absolutely raking in the dough. Making the rough equivalent of $1.3 million a year--absolutely insane amounts of money for a government position. He's spending ridiculous sums on clothes, buying huge amounts of alcohol and cigars to share with people as part of his job recruiting supporters to the party, going out nearly every night to wine and dine people as part of his work in the political machine. He's living the high life. Even when President Hayes pulls him from his position on suspicions of fraud, he's still living a great life of wealth, power, and prestige.

Then in 1880, his beloved wife dies. While he's out of town working for a political campaign. And he can't get back in time to say goodbye before she dies. Because he's a guy who has big emotions, it absolutely tears him up inside, especially because Nell resented how much his political work kept him away from home. He has huge regrets, but he just moves in with Roscoe Conkling and keeps working for the political machine.

And then he gets a chance to be vice president. The Republican Party has nominated James Garfield, a dark horse candidate who wants to reform the spoils system that has given Conking his power and gave Arthur his position as Port Controller. Conkling is pissed, and he controls New York, and since the party's not going to win the election without New York, they think that appointing Conkling's top lackey as vice-president will pacify him.

They're wrong--Conkling orders Arthur to refuse--but Arthur thinks this sounds like a great opportunity. The only political position he's ever held is Port Controller--a job he wasn't elected to and that he was pulled from in disgrace. Vice President is way more than he could ever have hoped for. It's a position with a lot of political pull and zero actual responsibilities. He'll get to spend four years living in up in Washington high society. It's the perfect job! Of course he accepts, and Conkling comes around when he figures out that he can use this to his advantage.

When Garfield becomes president, Arthur does everything he can to undermine him. He uses every dirty political trick he can think of to block everything that Garfield wants to do. He refuses to let the Senate elect a president pro tempore so he can stay there and influence every bill that comes through. He all but openly boasts of buying votes in the election. He's so much Conkling's lackey that he may as well be the henchman of a cartoon supervillain. On Conkling's orders, he drags one of Garfield's Cabinet members out of bed in the middle of the night--while the guy is ill--to drag him to Conkling's house so he can be forced to resign. He's just absolutely a thorn in the president's side, a henchman doing everything he can to maintain the corrupt spoils system.

Then in July 1881, when Arthur's in New York helping Conkling's campaign, the president gets shot. By a guy who shouts, "Now Arthur will be president!" just after he fires the gun. Arthur has just spent the past four months fighting the president tooth and nail. Everyone thinks he's behind the assassination. There are lynch mobs looking to take out him and Conkling. The papers are tearing him apart.

Arthur is absolutely distraught. He rushes to Washington to speak with the president and assure him of his innocence, but the doctors won't let him in the room. He gets choked up when talking to the First Lady. Reporters find him weeping in his house in Washington. Once again, death has torn his world apart and he's not getting a chance to make amends.

Arthur goes to New York while the president is getting medical treatment, and he refuses to come to Washington and take charge because he doesn't dare to give the impression that he's looking to take over. No one wants Arthur to be president and he doesn't want to be president, and the possibility that this corrupt political lackey is about to ascend to the highest office in the land is absolutely terrifying to everyone.

Then in August, when it's becoming clear that the president is unlikely to recover, he gets a letter. From a 31-year-old invalid from New York named Julia Sand. A woman from a very politically-minded family who has been following Arthur's career for years. And she writes him this astounding letter that takes him to task for his corrupt, conniving ways, and the obsession with worldly power and prestige that has brought him wealth and fame at the cost of his own soul--and she tells him that he can do better. In the midst of a nationwide press that's tearing him apart, this one woman writes to tell him that she believes he has the capacity to be a good president and a good man if he changes his ways.

And then he does. After Garfield dies, people come to Arthur's house and find servants who tell them that Arthur is in his room weeping like a child (I told you he had big emotions), but he takes the oath of office and ascends to the presidency. And he becomes a completely different man. His first speech as president mentions that one of his top priorities is reforming the spoils system so that people will be appointed based on merit rather than getting appointed as political favors with each change in the administration. Even though this system made him president. When Conkling comes to Arthur's office telling him to appoint his people to important government positions, Arthur calls his demands outrageous, throws him out, and keeps Garfield's appointees in the positions. "He's not Chet Arthur anymore," one of his former political friends laments. "He's the president."

He loses all his former political friends. He's never trusted by the other side. Yet he sticks to his guns and continues to support spoils system reform. He prosecutes a postal service corruption case that everyone thought he would drop. He's the one who signs into law the first civil service reform bill, even though presidents have been trying to do this for more than ten years, and he's the person who's gained all his power through the spoils system. He immediately takes action to enforce this bill when he could have just dropped it. He becomes a champion of this issue even though it's the last thing anyone would have expected of him.

He oversees naval reform. He oversees a renovation of the White House. He still prefers the social duties of the presidency, but he's respectable in a way that no one expected. Possibly because Julia Sand keeps sending him letters of encouragement and advice over the next two years. But also because he's dying.

Not long after ascending to the presidency, he learns he's suffering from a terminal kidney disease. And he tells no one. He keeps going about his daily life, fulfilling his duties as president, and keeps his health problems hidden. Once again, death is upending his life, and this time it's his own death. He's lived a life he's ashamed of, and he doesn't have much time left to change. He enters the presidency as an example of the absolute worst of the political system, and leaves it as a respectable man.

He makes a token effort to seek re-election, but because of his health problems, he doesn't mind at all when someone else gets the nomination. He dies a couple of years after leaving office. The day before his death, he orders most of his papers burned, because he's ashamed of his old life--but among the things that are saved are the letters from Julia Sand, the woman who encouraged him to change his ways.

This is an astounding story full of so many twists and turns and dramatic moments. A man who falls from idealism into the worst kind of corruption and then claws his way back up to decency because of a series of devastating personal losses and unexpected opportunities to do more than he could have ever hoped to do. I just go crazy thinking about it and I need you all to understand just how amazing this story is.

#history is awesome #presidential talk #i thought about his story again this morning #and was once again struck by the desire to chase people down and make them understand just how amazing this story is #and instead of harassing random strangers i decided to inflict it on tumblr again #my original essay was rather too long and dry and tangled up in too many other details #and didn't quite capture the 'i want to chase you down and look you in the eye and make you freak out about this with me' vibe of this stor #this still doesn't quite capture it but at least it's shorter #and prevents me from rambling to unsuspecting family members #sorry for inflicting this on you again but what else am i supposed to do?

[chuluoyi]

MARRIED ON PURPOSE

- gojo satoru x reader

"for one, i can show you incredible things!" jujutsu, madness, heaven, sin. the strongest sorcerer is sure to show you all of that during the whole duration of your six-month marriage contract.

genre: marriage of convenience, enemies to lovers, crack, fluff, slight satosugu angst/comfort, kamo!reader, very suggestive. gojo clan is portrayed as very traditional, meanwhile kamo clan is rather unpleasant here

note: the unholy amount of times i've edited this story *sigh* but okay i must drop it here or else i'm going to keep editing it and losing my mind. despite my misgivings and all, i really had fun writing this and i hope you enjoy it! wc. 5k !

a part of 1K MILESTONE EVENT

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Some would say... marrying Gojo Satoru would be living the dream.

“Don't look that sour now, wife.”

“…sigh.”

A playful nudge at your side, a lighthearted voice— “You're going to make them question our veeery happy marriage, you know… We don't want that now, do we?”

But to you, it was more like nightmare dressed in a daydream.

It was peak comedy because why would you put marrying Gojo Satoru in your life plans? He was incorrigible, a child trapped in a man's body, and there was also the very fact that you hate him. His only redeeming trait was being born in the esteemed Gojo clan, and now held the title of the strongest.

You know you must have accumulated karma, but out of everything else, why must you end up in this predicament?

Hailing from the great clans of jujutsu society, both of you know well that marriage is the essence to make the clan greater. And when it involves the big three clans, its importance amplifies even further.

It was just that you two were too rebellious to follow it through, for one reason or another. Everyone knows Gojo Satoru was faithless to any woman, and you were not exactly thrilled with the idea of marriage as a whole.

He was the one who came to you, proposing this insane idea of a temporary marriage.

"Look at it this way," Satoru said with a wry grin, contrasting your puzzled frown on that fateful afternoon. "It's either me or Zen'in Naoya for you, isn't it? It's so clear which is the better man."

That was what grated you the most. You would be damned if you married the misogynist.

"What do you get from this arrangement, really?" you questioned begrudgingly.

His name would give you security, stop the harassment from your clan, and maybe even a better life, but you didn't quite get what he'd get from the offer he willingly extended to you.

Satoru flippantly shrugged. "Nah, you are not exactly my type, but you're still far better than the boring puppet my family have considered to be my wife."

"Who?"

"Don't remember her name. All she goes on about is that she'll be the good wife and mother of my child. Ew."

Seven hells. You scowled. Gojo Satoru and his penchant for chasing the thrill. Boring women would kill him before an actual curse would.

"And hey, for one," he shot you a smirk, visibly smug. "I can show you incredible things!"

"That's not the point! Gojo, do you even realize—" your voice rose, pulsating with righteous fury, "—how serious all of this is? My life, your life! We're going to be stuck—together!"

"Six months," he blurted, tilting his head slightly. His sunglasses slipped down just enough for you to catch a glimpse of his sparkling eyes. "It's enough time to work through our shits, and by then if you have enough, we're through."

At that time, it seemed feasible. Both of you tolerating each other to avoid a much worse match.

. . .

BACK TO PRESENT—barely a week ever since you were paraded around as his wife, now you and Satoru were stiffly poised in the studio in your formal garbs, capturing your official wedding photos.

At that time, it seemed feasible, but now, it felt like a chore, as you realized that conversing with him either spiked your blood pressure so much that you wouldn't even be surprised if you ended up with hypertension or completely sapped your energy that you were left exhausted.

"Come on, show a smiiile," Satoru said in a sing-song voice, gesturing toward the camera as it flashed for the pictures. You were beyond appalled, shooting a glare in his direction.

"I am smiling, Gojo."

"Liar. You're pouting, wifey~"

Sigh… this really is going to be one hella of a ride, huh?

MONTH ONE, and you found out that Gojo Satoru is apparently as mad as people made him out to be.

"You've got to be kidding me!" you fumed, right after he hauled you into one of the rooms in his grand, traditional estate. Your glare pierced through him, a blood vessel ready to burst. "We never agreed on ‘consummating’ the marriage!"

You wrote him a goddamn contract. And the three conditions of this chaotic marriage are: one, it would only last six months; two, no personal feelings involved; and three, nothing borderline disturbing.

And this, you concluded, was the height of what could be called as disturbing.

"We will not," Satoru replied with a hint of disdain, grimacing, as if the notion didn't sit well with him either. The audacity! "We're just going to make it as if we are—"

"And why?! Why should I do that?!"

"Why else? Because my old fart believes that we indeed haven't done so."

"Then it's your fault? For failing to convince him? Why turn it into my problem!"

"Because, dear wife," he drawled, his tone taunting on the final note. "Now we're on the same page, in case you have forgotten."

Great clans and their hollow expectations spare no one, not even Gojo Satoru. They place importance in the most banal things, such as the continuity of sacred bloodlines and such.

The only alternative wasn't appealing either. Should you be found out that you married only to divorce... sigh, you didn't even want to know how big of a scandal it would be. One thing was certain: your clan would chop you to shreds.

You really had no choice, huh?

"Five minutes," you warned, glaring at him. "Make it loud. Make it so that no one wouldn't question this anymore."

Oh and sure he would. As Satoru pulled that shit-eating grin, you were in for another ride. You waited out until several maids were nearby, left the wooden door ajar, and began the show—

His hands wrapped around your waist—the feeling was peculiar, but you ignored it—and you let him pull you near that open door. He snuggled his face on your neck—his hair tickling you in the process, but you ignored that peculiarity again—as he started making suggestive noises. "Mm, you're so pretty, darling."

You could hear those maids gasp in surprise. And to add the flavor, you faked a moan.

This is... kinda fun? A twisted part of you suddenly found satisfaction in fooling the maids. A smile tugged at your lips as you shoved him away, and Satoru eyed you in surprise and irritation.

"Husband, you're... insatiable," you worded languidly, and he immediately caught on your act, grinning. "Anyone can walk by, you know."

"Oh? But that's the point." Satoru's bright blue eyes twinkled with utter mischief, and even you couldn't deny the exhilarating rush. "I want them to know."

And suddenly you got this very brilliant idea. You swiftly moved past him and sent the books and trinkets on his desk flying to the floor, causing questionable noises.

"Oh my!" a girlish voice exclaimed.

"The master! And the lady!"

Satoru shook his head, thoroughly entertained. And you rolled your eyes. Those nosy maids would finally have enough now, and this charade would end—

"What's happening here?"

The old fart. Both you and Satoru grunted in unison. You really thought you would leave it up to the maids to spread the word, but then you were taken by surprise when he wrapped his hands around you and flung the door open, slamming you against it—and damn it hurt!—offering everyone a front-row seat to your charade.

The maids squealed. His grandfather raised a righteous, demanding eyebrow. You wanted to scream.

"Hey, gramps," he greeted jovially, breathless, his grip on you tightening and you felt heat radiating from his palm. "Ah, sorry, opened it by accident—the wife here is feisty, you see."

Your veins felt ready to burst. Was this a part of his plan all along? How would you show your face before your grandfather-in-law now that he had seen this... atrocity?!

"So, yeah, we'll resume our business!" Satoru, the idiot, said it as if it was the most normal thing in the world. "See ya!"

With that the door slammed shut, but oh no, it was not the end.

"Mmmph!?" you protested, unintentionally loud and eyes widening in alarm when Satoru muffled your mouth with his hand.

The rotten bastard! You found it nearly impossible to breathe, shooting daggers at him. "Mmmrgh! Mmmrrgh!"

"Oh... so that boy really does it huh," you heard the elder mutter in thoughtful manner from outside—and you were in disbelief at how trusting he was—before rounding the stunned maids and barked, "What are all you doing here? Go!"

You nearly sagged with relief when Satoru loosened his grip slightly, allowing you to breathe, as his meddlesome grandpa finally stalked away. Done. This horrible act was over! But wait, why did he still had his hand on your mouth?

"That went splendidly!" he snickered, appearing rather pleased with what had unfolded. "Now, if only we work together like this more often—"

This is… my life now, you lamented the reality. The feeling of his calloused hand on you made you feel things, honestly speaking, but another emotion—and impulse—currently overpowered that.

Seething with resentment, you fiercely chomped down on his hand hard, causing him to swear and pull his hand out of you.

"You—you devil! You bit me!"

"Serves you right!"

Okay, he was bad. He was insufferable. But to be frank, sometimes it wasn't all chaos.

And what's more, by MONTH TWO, you realized that being married to Gojo Satoru also comes with several perks.

"Miss, please, you're trespassing—"

You looked at the police with the haughtiest look you could muster, unamused. "Don't you know who I am?"

"No, but it shouldn't—"

"I'm that man's wife," you declared regally, motioning towards a certain tall shuttlecock a few meters away. "Is that not clear enough for you?"

For one, no one can look down on you anymore, because should they try, you have the power to raise your chin high and declare yourself as the wife of the infamous sorcerer. The very moment you did, that nosy police stopped yapping, and let you through.

The cursed boy, Yuta and his classmate had just been trapped inside a barrier a curse user pulled down, and you were assigned to look into this case by the headquarters. As much as it boggled you—because certainly, the strongest sorcerer was enough to investigate this—you still had to do your job.

“What is this?” you asked Satoru, who was observing something far beyond what your measly ordinary eyes could see. “What happened here?”

He turned to you, all with bandaged eyes. “Hmm? Oh, you’re here too?”

“Don't act surprised. Answer my question, Gojo.”

"You’re too uptight, wifey," Satoru's lips curved upwards playfully. He had taken to addressing you with pet names as of late, if anything, only to get a rise out of you. "Isn't it the time for you to start calling me by my given name?"

You let out a weary exhale, exasperated. "I'm serious, did you find anything? Who is behind this?"

"Nah, nothing for you to worry about," Satoru waved his hand dismissively, grinning. "More importantly! Let's head back and have dinner! My treat!"

You weren't that oblivious. You noticed things too.

"What do you want tonight? Sukiyaki? Sushi?" he hummed nonchalantly. "Or shabu-shabu?"

You gave him the stink eye. "Is that all you think about? Food?"

"As a responsible husband, it's my duty to feed my wife, no?"

"News flash: temporary wife."

"But still my wife, regardless. I overheard you earlier. Being Mrs. Gojo is convenient, yeah?"

You ignored how a part of your jolted at the emphasis he placed on that word, grunting. "Nah, it's meh."

Call it a feeling or hypothesis. It was similar to how he treated his students. He always said the dumbest things, but it actually served to make them feel at ease.

Then it occurred to you, could this be actually his attempt to change the subject?

"You can't cheat your way out of this." You shot him a pointed look. "You know something. Tell me."

"Hmmm? And what would I get in return?"

"Don't make this difficult. I'm on this assignment too!"

"Nah, if you call me by my name, I might consider it."

Hah. You should really read a parenting book one of these days. Taking on your husband was more or less the same as facing a kid.

"Satoru," you tested, the name rolling out of your lips far easier than you thought. Somehow, using his given name felt like some sort of a leap of faith.

He stopped right in his tracks, turning to you. His glossy lips quirked into a meaningful smile, and you felt funny.

"Wasn't that difficult, was it?" he winked, and you covered the strange heat creeping onto your face by rolling your eyes and huffed.

Needless to say, he still didn't tell you even a clue. You finally gave up, thinking that if he insisted on not disclosing it, then so be it. You trusted him on this, even as he turned your help away, and you hated admitting it, because, well…

You’d trust him with your life. He knows how to handle this better than anyone.

Being a a woman in Kamo clan is, in fact, not any better than in Zen'in—you're regarded more as a commodity than a human being.

"When will you bear the child of the bearer of Six Eyes?" in your father's eyes, you were but a tool to tie the Gojo at his hip, and your worth probably wasn't even twice of Noritoshi's. You had known he would ask this when he summoned you to Kamo ancestral home, and you weren't that naive—you had asked Satoru to join you too. But your father had insisted him to stay at the foyer, while he dragged you into his chamber.

Just because you had seen it coming didn’t mean you liked it. "Is that all? Do you really make me come here just to ask me that?"

And what came next was like a crack of thunder.

"How insolent!"

You shuddered, hating how his voice still had control over you. You wanted to stay deviant, but you couldn't keep yourself from shaking. You thought you would have to endure this shit just like you did before, until—

"Now, now... That's my wife you're talking to. I'd watch your words, if I were you."

You had never whipped your head so fast.

There stood Gojo Satoru, your husband, in all his glory. He was smiling but it was clear that he was displeased, evident from his cutting remark, and most notably, how he had unveiled his striking cerulean eyes for all to see. Truth to be told, you didn't expect him to barge in here at all.

"Gojo-sama," your father bowed his head, displaying utter respect towards him, contrasting the blatant disrespect he showed towards you just now. Satoru paid him no heed, as took big strides towards you and seized your arm, prompting you to rise to your feet.

"What is this? Why are you yelling at her?" His voice lacked its usual hint of amusement or teasing, sending a chill down your spine.

"Gojo-sama, I apologize for my tone towards my daughter earlier. I was just trying to educate—"

“My wife. She is my wife now, and it would do you better to remember that,” Satoru asserted firmly, putting emphasis in the way he addressed you, his gaze hardening. "She is an adult. There's nothing left for you to educate her." Pausing, he added, "And the way I saw it, you were just unnecessarily rude."

"Gojo-sama, there were just certain things in our clan that—"

"Please, don't call on us again," Satoru interjected decisively with a light yet firm voice. You could swear your heart was somersaulting at the sight of him staring down your natural enemy. "I'm sure you're aware, but your daughter bears my name now, and she will get the respect she is due. I will have a word with anyone who fails to treat her accordingly."

Somehow or another, Satoru whisked you away from that hellhole, your hand tightly clasped in his. Your relieved sigh didn't go unnoticed by him, as he looked back to you.

"Have you gone soft?" he teased, eyeing you with a playful snort. "Did you forget who your husband is? You've got nothing to fear. Not even him."

"Thank you," you murmured. Your heart was still pounding and your mind blanked, rendering you unable to engage in your usual banters.

His clear blue eyes widened a touch, blinking at your display of vulnerability, Then, he wore the most innocent expression, even sporting a silly smirk—the hardness from earlier gone. "I was really cool, huh? Totally made you swoon I bet."

And in MONTH THREE, you realized, as he laced his fingers with yours, as his laughter filled the air, as calmness swelled on your chest, and as you loudly snorted at his remark, that—

You felt warm, so warm, in fact, and maybe—

"Pfft, you wish."

—maybe... being with him isn't so bad after all.

MONTH FOUR, and you finally found out that it was Geto Suguru.

Everyone knew that your husband and the criminal used to be the best of friends. You saw them during your high school days, and heck, you used to think that Geto was the better man.

You could only imagine what he must feel.

. . .

When he got back to your shared house after the whole ordeal—after he ended his best friend with his own hands, Satoru honestly didn't expect that you would be waiting for him.

"You okay?" you asked him, brows furrowed in concern. It was probably one of the very few times you had displayed emotions other than contempt towards him.

It felt strange because he was used to your jabs, and he was not sure what sort of expression he should pull now, because truthfully, now he felt empty. Blank. All he comprehended was that he had killed Suguru, that he was gone, and that was something he must do.

It would be just like any other day if hadn't just committed a murder. On someone he held dear.

"Of course, who do you think I am?" Satoru swiftly replied, sounding smug—or at least tried to. "I'm the strongest. I’m unscat—"

"No, not that." You frowned, meeting his gaze squarely. "After everything."

Satoru struggled to choose how he should react, partly because most of his energy had gone after walking Yuta back and reassuring him earlier, and by default, the two of you should be hellbent on hating each other and wishing for this contract to end soon.

"Aww, are you worried about me?" he quipped with a touch of sarcasm just because he had to, to show you that it wasn't enough to ruffle him.

Because he is still the strongest, even when alone. Especially when he is alone.

You let out a sigh, looking away. "Can't I?"

"Whoa, that's sweet of—"

"Don't fool yourself," you stated in straight-laced manner, meeting his gaze with a composed expression. "You're not okay. You might be Gojo Satoru, but no one will be after doing what you just did."

You might be Gojo Satoru, but no one will be after doing what you just did.

Despite himself, his smile fell, and his chest burns. What is this? Were you sympathizing with him?

Does that mean that you don't see him as the entity... that was the strongest?

Before now, Satoru remembered you as the most uncooperative Kyoto girl he had ever met. Your first meeting in high school sealed your fate as the two of you could hardly get along. You didn't mince words, you didn't take shit from anyone else—heck, sometimes when he thought of you, what came up to mind was an impenetrable diamond.

Which was why he chose you. You were someone he could trust. You were pretty in the eyes and certainly wouldn't bore him either. His reasons were purely based on logic. And after four months with you, Satoru came to a conclusion that you indeed fulfilled all his expectations, if not more.

And he felt comfortable, or dare he say, secure even. He felt like he had gained a friend, who could see past his bravado and wouldn't judge him for it.

"You're..." you sighed, casting a sympathetic glance at him, your forehead slightly creased. At that moment, Satoru couldn't help but think you were incredibly endearing, fretting over him. "...an idiot."

"Heh." I really am, aren't I?

"I never knew him well..." you chose your words carefully, hesitant. "Did you try to convince him, before this?"

He barked a bitter laugh. "I did, we even made a scene in front of freaking KFC," he remarked with a scoff. "He didn't listen to me, until the very end."

You wanted to tell him “You have done everything you could” but the words faltered on your tongue. You couldn't bring yourself to say it when you saw the faint quiver of his lips, the slump of his shoulders—the very sight of a boy grieving the loss of his friend.

Your heart pricked too, somehow, seeing that expression on him. And you once again realized that your silly, exalted husband was just as human as anyone else who made him think he wasn’t.

"And you know what he said in the end?" Satoru's tone was flippant, as if asking the most normal thing around, but carried a trace of grief, evident in the slight drop in his tone if you squinted. "He said he didn't regret it, not even a bit."

"I'm sorry," was all you could manage.

Satoru's smile was lopsided. Now that he had finally accepted it, something inside him finally bleeds, and it freaking hurts. The pain gripped his chest like a swirling inferno.

But then, you boldly clasped his hand in yours, gently tracing soothing circles on its back.

"What?" he peered at you, feeling a ghost of a smile forming.

"Consider this emotional support."

And he chuckled softly. Despite the lingering ache, despite the gloom he was sure he would carry for the rest of his life, he felt the pain was more bearable with you by his side, somewhat.

How?

You blamed it on the alcohol, because it was MONTH FIVE and you were kissing Gojo Satoru, daringly.

"We shouldn't be doing this," you rasped between kisses, breathless, as your own sinful hands plucked the buttons off his shirt. The intoxication might have played a part, but the intense heat coursing through you made it hard to think straight.

Satoru crashed his lips against yours again, consumed by blind lust. "Yeah, we shouldn't," he replied in a rush. His breath was hot as he trailed his lips down your jaw and neck next, savoring the softness of your skin.

You two had attended a banquet for the elite, and you were unbelievably beautiful. Standing by his side as his wife, you drew admiring glances, with everyone marveling at what a remarkable couple you made. The Gojo heir who was born with the legendary Limitless and the Kamo heiress, as lovely as her clan's name was powerful.

His deft hands roamed the curves of your body, exploring every inch of you. The warmth of his hands tickled something inside you as you closed your eyes to sink into this very moment. Next you knew, his bare body was against yours and you were stripped out of your evening dress.

Lust flickered in his honored eyes, as he took in the sight of you in your undergarments.

"You're really pretty, you know," he whispered. The intensity with which his eyes scanned your form made you nearly squirm. "Shame we don't always get along."

"You're one to talk," you retorted, a hint of exasperation in your tone, as you willed all other thoughts away. Thoughts like what comes after this. Thoughts like—

Is it heaven or sin, if you feel both at once?

His thumb tenderly caressed your plush lips, a hint of a smirk on his beautiful face.

He has long been thinking about your body. He was but a man, after all. He just didn't expect that you wanted this too.

There was always this tension, only this time, neither of you could hold it back anymore. Perhaps it was impulse—hell, most certainly it is, but there was another thing, something more that even Gojo Satoru still didn't dare to say out loud.

"Eager, are we?" he taunted when you leaned in, yearning for the touch of his lips on yours again.

You huffed. “Shut up and kiss me.”

A rush of heat flooded your cheeks at the slip of those words. You were about to rectify it, taken aback by your own boldness, but then he drew you close, silencing any further protest with a gentle hush—

"Too late, sweetheart," his husky voice entered your ears, lips curling into the most wicked smile, and you were in a trance. And Satoru was once again convinced, that choosing you as his wife was the rightest thing there was.

If the two of you went with this, then there would be consequences. Things would become more complicated, harder to sort out.

But, he decided, as he captured your lips in another heated kiss, everything else can wait.

MONTH SIX, and you were dreading the day of your divorce.

You brought this upon yourself. Whenever you reminisced about that night, you wanted to smack yourself in the face and bang your head against the nearest wall.

This marriage has a time limit. And you were doing it out of convenience in the first place.

You weren't supposed to… goddammit—fall in love with him.

But what's done is done, there is no going back in time. Awkward exchanges and lingering stares had been gnawing at your insides these days, and you were sure Satoru too must have noticed them too. You two used to be more relaxed with each other, and he'd even flirt with you, but weeks ever since that night of drunken passion, you almost reverted back to your high school personas—ignoring each other.

This was tough. You didn't like this. And more than that, you were faced with a more pressuring matter...

Gojo Satoru, with everything he possessed, could have had any woman he wanted. This arrangement with you was temporary in the first place, soon he would forget you and flit to the next woman.

The thought made your heart ache, because you had involuntarily gave your heart away to him. Siiigh… What a predicament you put yourself into, huh?

With just a month left together, maybe you should just make the best of it.

. . .

If you thought that things were any better with Satoru, then you were sorely wrong because he too, was debating with himself often nowadays.

Days spent with you were fun and fulfilling. You irked expression somehow had made its mark in his heart. You were pretty, fit to be by his side publicly and preferably, behind the closed doors. With you, he didn't feel the need to carry this facade of being strong—he could be a clown tripping over his own trap and you would amuse him with your deadpan expression.

And ever since that night, he was constantly reminded by how soft your skin was against his. It almost drove him crazy now that he was deprived of it.

How was it the last month already? He wasn't ready to let you go yet.

When he got back home later after his class ended and found you in the dinner table setting the food, all he could muster was, "Hey. Haven't eaten?"

You whirled around to face him in surprise. "Oh... you're back. Just about to. Want to join me?"

Of course he would. And yet as the two of you sat down, it was so painfully awkward Satoru felt like he was dying inside.

Why couldn't he pull off a smart line or two? Where did his suaveness go? He was smoother than this, surely, with his colorful history. One night of passion was supposed to enhance the relationship, not to derail it. What happened to you both?

The salt was near his side when you reached to grab it and bumped into his hand. "Uh-oh."

Turning towards you, he found your spooked expression and your adorable eyes widening in surprise. "S-sorry..."

It was just freaking salt! Salt! Why on earth were you apologizing?!

Enough, he thought. This utter madness of being jumpy with each other. He'd start from his side.

Does he want you to keep being his wife even after all this ends? Yes.

Why? All reasons already listed above.

Does this mean he likes you? Apparently and supposedly, yes. Because if it isn't then he doesn't know what this funny feeling driving him mad is.

With that sorted out, then he only had one more thing to confirm. He put down his spoon and crossed his arms together. "Tell me the truth. Do you like living with me?"

His question obviously took you by surprise. "Huh? What brought this on?"

"Just give me an answer."

"You're so pushy," you grumbled, lips pursed, and he felt like you were finally back to your usual dynamics somewhat. Good.

"Sooo, the verdict? Do you enjoy being with me or not?"

Because to him, it was a resounding yes and more.

Ignoring the warmth that surged to your cheeks, you rolled your eyes. "Surprisingly, not bad, yeah," you admitted, mustering the courage to meet his gaze. "You're annoying, an idiot, a bit crazy—"

"Hey!"

"—but eventually you're still... manageable," you added, feeling your face truly start to sizzle. But covered it up by looking down and playing with your fingers as you still had more to go on. "What I want to say is... I'm glad that I agreed to this—with you—because I can’t imagine it with anyone else."

An unfamiliar tingling emotion rushed to his chest as his face too started to heat up, letting your words sink in. Is he blushing? Oh God. He sure is. And so did he feel hella giddy.

Then it’s sealed.

Suddenly he procured a piece of paper from his work uniform and showed it to you. You first saw his lazily scrawled signature before it dawned on you.

The contract. You almost forgot that you made him sign that looming piece of paper. You were almost dismayed, thinking that he would end this right then and there, but then—

“Well, then… I suppose we no longer need this.”

Riiip~

Your eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when Gojo Satoru tore out your contract right in front of your face, the most brilliant of his devilish grin adorned his handsome face, as he took of his blindfold to see you far clearly than ever. Heavens, you are cute, he thought.

“Soooo~ seems like you’re stuck with me from now on!”

You gaped, awestruck at the blatant meaning of it all, feeling how your heartbeat started to pick up the pace, when he pulled the rag out of your feet once more by tilting his head to the side, looking at you with a winning smile.

“Let’s start over! What did they say again? Ah, yeah. Here’s to the first day of our lives!”

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[hazashiovo]

Omg that kuvira sub req was lit! Could you do one for Zuko please? Maybe after he’s become fire lord?

I decided that instead of writing nsfw, to just make it angst to fluff. Sorry that it's not what you asked for ,but this is what I got.

Genre:Friends with benefits to enemies to lovers ,angst to fluff,

Tw: mentions of trauma, burning and leaving a scar.

Zuko x Fem reader

Ever since you ran away from Zuko to help the avatar restore peace to the world,you kept thinking that he would let go of you.

But no, you can't catch a damn break, since you ran away he's been chasing you. He swore to find you.

How? You have no clue. But you never doubted his devotion for this cause,you knew that Zuko had that burning will in him.

I mean,you were his soldier,and things between you two were...complicated.

Sometimes you would have heart to heart conversations. Maybe about your life,or what you would be in the future, and other times it was just making out after a stressful day. But you never did more than that,he wanted you ,and you wanted him but there was always something holding you back.

Now this is something that fuels Zuko, his need for revenge is powered by those moments between you two. And not only that,but if he finds you he also finds the Avatar. Which is the perfect reason for him.

You get to be punished for treason,and at the same time he would finally have his honor restored. That's what he says to himself at night. It's not like he wants more.

So for months, almost a year he searched for The avatar,and for you,each time you managed to slip right trough his fingers.

The last time he saw you was at the northern water tribe,when he tried capturing Aang you fought Zuko while Katara protected the younger boy. Zuko knew he could do so much damage to you,but he simply couldn't.

You unfortunately lost,after all Zuko was stronger than you. You both knew it,but it never stopped you before.

You tried talking to him,you always thought that if you got a chance you would be able to at least get him to think of another way,a better way. Maybe this way things wouldn't be so complicated between you two.

But no matter how much you tried,he was just too stubborn.

You tried putting a fight again,he was so angry that he didn't even realize with what force he sent that fire at you,not even throwing you a second glance.

Too blinded by anger,now that you weren't in his way anymore he went for Aang.

If you wouldn't have blacked out you would've saw the way Katara fought the prince,after all he harmed you, and wanted to take Aang away.

You woke up on Appa,Katara was tending to your burn mark, trying to completely heal it.

"I'm sorry (Name),but it's going to leave a pretty big scar here." Her hand would lay on your shoulder comforting.

It was rough looking in the mirror,but you started getting used to it. The bad part was when you started having nightmares of your fight with the prince,the burning feeling awaking you in cold sweat.

You healed with time, fortunately for you,the prince and you didn't meet again after that. You split from the team,it was necessary for you to find a way to heal the scar that Zuko left in your mind.

Imagine the shock on your face when you finally got reunited with your friends.To see Zuko there was something you never expected. Deep inside you knew he could change but never actually thought he would.

He would be so awkward, and yeah he would talk to himself, trying to find the right way to apologize to you for hunting you down and kicking your ass. It was also this little thing, he never realized how much you affected him when you were around until you left,and it drove him mad. Never quite understanding why.

He kept his distance from you, mostly because he didn't really know how to approach you. It's not that he's as mad as he was before when you betrayed him, but it's still awkward.

So you two just stayed away from each other. The group could see something was up with you two,I mean they knew about your scar and journey ,but Zuko didn't.

Nobody told him about the scar he left on you back then, and you never confronted him about it.

One night when you wanted to take your mind away from all that's happening ,you found yourself in the lake near your camp.

A swim would do you good.

Unfortunately for you ,that's what the young prince also had in mind.

He was left speechless once he saw your naked form in the water. A certain part of you got his attention,your back.

There was this big part of your shoulder all the way to your waist that was just burned.

And then it clicked, when he fought you in the north water tribe,he did this.

"Stop staring." You speak,loud enough for him to hear you, getting deeper into the water so your back would no longer be visible to his longing stare.

"I wasn't staring." He turns his head away embarrassed,his face hot just thinking that you caught him staring at your form. He acted like a pervert. How could he be so stupid?

Zuko quickly took off, not allowing you to say anything else.

He spent the night thinking,about you ,your scar your body. It annoyed him so much that all he could think was you.

So he left the next day with Sokka, on a mission to free Sokka and katara's dad from a high security prison. Totally no big deal.

Each day he spent there he hoped he could get you off his mind,but no matter how hard he tried you were just stuck on him.

Let's just say that he had some pretty unusual taughts while he was locked away.

After he saw Sokka with Suki he got this weird feeling, it was some inside him pushing him to be this way,with you.

So there he was,back at the camp with a complete mission, trying to find a way to speak to you. And he couldn't really bring up the last time he saw you, 'Yeah I saw you naked and I stared at you, wanna date?' no way in hell, unless he wants to be seen as the biggest creep ever.

"Mind if I sit?" Zuko's eyes dart up at you,he didn't even hear you coming her.

"No one's stoping you." You sit down next to him, noticing how he quickly looks away.

"It's been a while huh?" Your eyes look up at the dark starry sky, hoping he's willing to talk to you.

Zuko furrows his brows, searching for the right words to say. He never had to think so hard while talking to you,why is it so hard now?

"I won't bite if you say something." You nudge him with your elbow, sending his thoughts away for now.

"Listen,I'm really sorry for what I did to you back in the north,I was just so blinded by my desire for honor that I was willing to cut trough-" your lips stop Zuko from saying another word, already hearing what you wanted.

He's sorry for hurting you,and he admitted that he was blindly chasing something useless,and that's all you wanted to hear from him.

He whidens his eyes for a second,finally realizing what's happening he cups your cheek with one hand and closes his eyes, kissing you back.

You break the kiss, looking at his face for any sign of reluctance. But all you can see in his eyes is this soft look,it's really cute.

"You have no idea how much I wanted to hear that from you." You whisper, afraid that if you would speak any louder you would break this comfortable feeling around you.

He smiles, closing his eyes. All this time he thought so much , wondering how your next interaction would go,or what would you say to him.

He missed the kisses,soft ones were his favorite,but the making out had a tool on him too.

"I missed this." He speaks,hand trailing down your lip, carefully touching it.

"I never thought you'd forgive me." Zuko allows his head to meet with yours gently stroking your cheek.

"Thank you for becoming a better version of yourself."you smile, placing your hands on his wrist in a gentle manner.

"Okay what's going on here?" Sokka looks at the two of you like he witnessed a war crime. Did he drink cactus juice without realizing??

I couldn't do it.

I couldn't write Zuko smut yet ,I'm sorry 😭

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[sandy-the-glader]

Is That Me?

Character: Adrian Chase x Gn!Reader

Type: Fluff

Length: Drabble (500 words)

Summary: All month you have been ranting to your best friend about your celebrity crush and Adrian gets a little jealous. Little does he know that the face is quite familiar.

Trope: established relationship

A/N: Since Peacemaker confirmed that a lot of celebrities exist in the DC universe I thought this was adorable. Also, I saw someone do this with a different celebrity a long time ago so credit to them! Hope this will tie you guys over until I finish the requests since they are taking longer than I thought they would.

"Who is he?" Adrian stood in the doorway of your guy's shared bedroom with folded arms and a concerned look on his face. You looked up from your phone with a confused look.

"Who are you talking about?" You sat up on the bed with your phone in front of you. Adrian sighed heavily

"You know who. The dude you've been talking about non-stop." You couldn't help the smile that broke out on your face. You had been ranting to your best friend over the phone for weeks about this really handsome actor you came across recently because he looked exactly like your boyfriend.

A giggle bubbled up inside you and you started to laugh hard. You couldn't keep hiding the celebrity from Adrian.

"What's so funny?" He frowned at my reply. You almost felt bad but once he realized who it was he would feel much better.

"Are you jealous Adrian?"

"Gonna be honest yes I am a little bit! Who is he?" He came closer to me making me look up at him. Seeing him jealous was honestly really attractive.

"Do you really want to know?" You teased trying to keep pulling a reaction out of him.

"Yes." He whined. You unlocked your phone and typed up the actor you had been obsessing over. You hesitated to show him because the joke was really enjoyable. But you finally flipped over the phone to him and showed him.

At first, he squinted and adjusted his glasses to see the man better. Then his face morphed into confusion and shock.

"Is this me?" He exclaimed scrolling through the images that popped up of him. "He's me but blonde?" He looked so startled.

"No! Freddie Stroma." You giggled. Adrian sat down on the bed absolutely starstruck by the information of him having a look alike.

"Oh my god, I was in Harry Potter." He muttered. You continued to smile and laugh at his reaction. "Are you sure this isn't me? Did you like photoshop my face on some random guy's body?"

"I definitely did not." You watched his face morph into so many emotions. Curiosity, confusion, and some sort of happiness.

"So this whole time you've been obsessing over a guy that looks like me?" He still continued to scroll and look at everything he's done. You nodded a couple of times. "But I'm right here." He shrugged his shoulders. Adrian narrowed his eyes at the screen still flabbergasted by the whole situation.

"But do you have a hot British accent?" you joked.

"Yes. I do now!" He put on a fake voice making you kiss his cheek.

"I just wanted to see how you would react baby." You hummed hugging him from the side. "And now there's an actor that looks like my boyfriend," You repeated to kiss him on his cheek making his face go all warm.

"Please don't say you're going to leave me for actor me." He turned his head and had a look of genuine fear in his eyes for a minute before you cupped them and told him no.

"No honey I'm not going anywhere." He leaned in to capture your lips in a heartfelt kiss that made your heartbeat quicken. You didn't need a celebrity that looked like your boyfriend because you already had him in your arms.

"Are you still jealous?" you joked making him smile.

"Defiantly not because it's me." He smiled like a dork. You were happy to have your love in your life. "I guess I'm an actor now." You shook your head.

"Nah my boyfriend is the badass Vigilante."

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[ivnxrori]

When Sun and Moon meet - S2

Zuko x Fem!WaterBender!Reader Enemies to Lovers

As one of the Princesses of the Northern Water tribe, you were blessed with a gift by the moon. However you were permitted to be allowed to use the gift at all costs. From many hidden waterbending usages, the aftermath of the avatar visiting the Northern Tribe had led to your beginning journey, hiding yourself as a water bender as a princess from the Northern water tribe

Warnings: none

Masterlist

҉ * ‧͙ ⋆ ⁺ ༓ ☾ Chapter 8 - Failed

I grabbed the paper against the wall, a missing poster of Appa with a picture of Appa and Aang in boxes. Where did Appa go? I looked around to see a bunch of the same missing posters flying around and found someone who I didn't want to see. Zuko. He was holding the same paper as me, as well as looking around to see where these papers even come from. I snatched the paper from his hand causing him to turn around. “What do you think you're doing?” Zuko glared at me. “You came to Ba Sing Se just to track the avatar?” I spat. “How is that your business?” “Because your trying to capture someone that benefits your father only”

“I'm the son of the Fire lord-” “Yes I know that! which is why-” “Lee!” The old man said out loud, calling to Zuko. “Lee?” I questioned as Zuko groaned. “Okay, whatever your name is you can't just constantly chase the avatar forever” I whispered so only he could hear. Zuko turned around and reached behind my head, making my eyes widen at the contact till he yanked my hood down. “Ow!” I yelped. “Do you want people to find out about your identity?” Zuko scolded as I glared at his attempt of ‘keeping me hidden’. “You could have been more gentler” I scoffed while he rolled his eyes. “Anyways, I was just saying that your just wasting time finding the avatar” “Wasting time?!” He spat “You wouldnt understand the situation i'm in” “No I wouldn't” I stated more confidently than I should have which made Zuko look at me dumbfounded. “But I feel like you getting the avatar won't actually fulfill you” I attempted to stop him “I got banished from my nation, having a scar to prove my humility and you get everything that you want yet you chose to run away!” My eyes widened at his anger “You’re pathetic, still wanting to go to the fire nation after getting ejected” I hissed but looked to my side and saw a girl, who was quite nervous. She had two braids and was wearing the earth kingdom attire. Zuko looked towards the girl as well, feeling awkward. “Oh…Lee, who is this?” She looked towards me with saddened eyes. My mouth was dry as I couldn't come up with an earth kingdom name. “Limi” Zuko squeaked “Also…part of the uhh circus”. I glared at his stupidity, Limi? Really? And Circus?? “Yep im Lee!” I presented smiling and slightly bowing “Now I have to go do my circus-ie duties” I waved off but not forgetting to glare at Zuko once more and left to get Aku.

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“Alright Aku, let's go see Sakari, '' I said softly, ushering Aku to start moving. My mood was left completely sour from that occurrence. I didn't leave for no reason nor did I get everything I wanted. Sure, my past was probably not bad unlike his but it's not like I get everything. Oh well I shouldnt take his words to heart, it's just Zuko. “What in the world is that?” I turned Aku to get a better look at the lake, though I swore I saw something. “Let's take a closer look” Aku starts moving down to the lake. I hop off finding my surroundings quite suspicious. I take a closer look at the water, using my water bending to split apart the liquid to different sides. Before I saw what was there a whole wall came in front of me. I turned around and saw the Ba Sing Se guards. “You must have figured it out” a man with a deep voice and a black mustache with black hair tied back. “No I haven't” I said “yet”. I immediately take advantage of the lake behind me, using it to block the rocks coming towards my way. Using my waterbending to wrap around the guards ankles, making them fall back. Everything was going well until I felt the rock hands behind my wrists. I yelped in surprise, feeling them lock behind me. “Whatever you're hiding from your people isn't going to last long.” I spat. “It's better for Ba Sing Se” “Oh really?” I mocked. I felt tugs behind my wrist and internally panicked. Oh no where are they even taking me? “Let me go!” I yell, my eyes widened slowly by Aku getting hurt by the soldiers attempting to capture him. That was my last straw, I immediately tried to moisten the rocks behind me with the water in the air softing it for me to either manipulate or melt off. Luckily it was near a lake so the moisture was able to melt the rocks off. I ran to Aku, shoving the people behind me with water. “Even if you go back to Ba Sing Se no one will believe you” I glared at the man. I felt enemies coming towards me with their bending, I closed my eyes and lifted my hands from the impact but I felt none. I opened my eyes and saw them. Their eyes were widened in shock. My arms fall to my side only for their whole being to fall on the ground. This time, it was my turn to be shocked. “Her hair!” One of the guards said. I looked up to see my hood completely off, I immediately pulled it down which made the other soldiers get up in relief. What in the world is happening. “Not only she’s a princess, she is a blood bender” The man glared which made me look up in shock. A bloodbender? The waves of anxiety caused rain clouds from above. This is not the best time right now. From the few seconds of shock, I felt the rock hands fill my whole hand, to my wrist to prevent me from using any form of water bending. “Wait! Stop!” I scream attempting to resist. The rain becomes heavier as the soldiers glare at the clouds in annoyance. How come I'm so slow when it comes to this? My resistance faded when I felt the water consuming my vision.

“Y/N? I don't think she’s fit to be a princess” “Her personality just doesn't…fit”

Huh? What are these voices? I opened my eyelids with some struggle, groaning as I got up. Where am I? I look at my surroundings, the best way to describe it is me…being on a cloud. Everything felt foggy, just faint silhouettes of my people. “Shame it was Yue who died instead of Y/N”. My eyes widened as I looked down miserably. “She is a betrayer in the end” “Poor Chief Arnook”. I attempted to speak up but the whole environment turned pitch black. I couldn't see anything around me. “You expect the water tribe to respect you” an eyeball outlined in white popped up. I flinched and moved back, glaring at it in confusion. “You’re the one that left us after all” The eyeball blinked. “Wait! I can come back!” I tried to compromise it, sweat dripping behind my neck. “Don't even think about it, you're not welcome here.” I'm not welcomed? To my own nation? A wave of people came back, including my father, Sivoy and Yue. They all looked at me in disappointment, I felt tears coming down my face. “Please…say something” I scream desperately. “I can't believe my own daughter left her family” My father said, taking Sivoy. I trembled, falling down on my knees. “Yue…please” I beg, praying she would say something encouraging. “You left me, Y/N…how could you?” Yue glared at me. I said nothing, just went down looking at the floor. “Things haven't changed Y/N, still the selfish, self centered, princess.” the voices kept repeating against my ears. “You should have died back there Y/N” I gripped my hair, silently praying for them to stop.

I woke up, breathing heavily. Sweat dripped off my face onto the cold rock floor. I got up attempting to run away but I felt a force stopping me. The jangling already gave me the hint. I was chained to the ground around the wrists. “Let me go!” I scream as loud as I can, attempting to break the chain. “I need to prove it to my family! To my nation!” I cried out loud, trying to get someone to hear me. “I'm a princess…im a princess…” I move my forehead against the rock cold floor. I sniffed heavily, trying to keep my breathing stable. I lifted my head up, trying to scan the weak part of the chain. Luckily I was able to navigate it and kicked it with my foot. I was tired, really tired. “Should I even go back home?” I lean back to look at the ceiling. I really have no one…

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I managed to get out of that horrible place with ease. I was able to use one of the teachings Sakari gave me for closed areas. Trying to find gaps with oxygen, since this area was under water it had more water moisture in the air which I was able to find an area to exit from. I pushed back the lid where it was originally there and looked around my surroundings, There was no one…not even Aku. All my motivation to explore was gone, I didn't even want to meet Sakari anymore. I lean my head against the floor of a slope and rethink my dream. Was it just a nightmare? Or was it true? I usually brush off horrible thoughts but that…sounded too real. They were right too…I haven't changed at all. I left my tribe, I'm a traitor. I'm not some regular person, I'm a princess who left her duties for her own selfishness. This is such a stupid adventure, I haven't found what I needed at all. I just found what I already lost. “You should have died back there Y/N” I heard it again. This is a sign. I stood up from the ground looking at the sky, thank god it isnt night. I walk towards the water, stepping in. I felt the coldness around my legs. I continued to walk towards my key to make everything better. This is for my people.

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a/n: Hello!! Sorry fro not uploading im trying to upload once every week but it will be delayed a lot!! Im going to try to upload this on my own feed so uh y eah!!! Hope yall had fun really and take care of yourself! Holy shti im tired

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[spadecentral]

🧠 Leave This Place Behind | Misc. TWST

>> requested: no >> a/n: i got bored again lmao; also this is kinda shit :)

>> masterlist: ramshackle >> summary: you take pieces of them when you leave >> characters: riddle; cater; jade; rook; lilia >> warning(s): sad(?)

Riddle Rosehearts was not accustomed to things not going his way. He wanted you to stay forever, goddamnit. When you went through that mirror, he no longer felt free. He was stuck to his rules again. No longer did he have control over his life. Stuck again to the 810 rules, he was stricter than before. He would not accept even a toe out of line.

When you passed through the mirror of his nightmares, you took his freedom with you, and it was like you didn't care.

Cater Diamond took so many photos of your adventures together. With you he felt safe and secure. Like he was allowed to be himself. Taking photos to capture every instance of your lives, every smile from chasing him with flower crowns, every yelp from stubbing your toe, everything. And he took photos when you left too. But he could no longer be himself. His smiles in those photos were frauds, because how could he ever truly be happy without you?

As you were leaving him behind you were tearing his happiness to shreds, and you never ran back to him with a smile on your face.

Jade Leech had never taken you for granted. Not once. He cherished the time that you spent with him and was glad that you would be so kind as as to listen to his mushroom ramblings. He would talk to you with such a soft and loving look, it was almost like he was a whole other person.

Walking through that mirror you were covered in all the love he had left. Turning into a stone-cold man, he wouldn't be kind ever again.

Rook Hunt would always stare longingly at you, entranced by your beauty. He wasn't captured with anyone else quite like you. The way you held yourself to the way you talked. Everything about you mesmerized him. You anchored his seeking soul. You were what his ship was sailing towards all along.

When you said your final goodbyes, you were essentially walking off the plank. You were cutting off the anchor to his soul, leaving him to sail the seas for all eternity.

Lilia Vanrouge loved the happiness that you gave him. You made him feel younger than he was. Returning the energy that he gave was like a gift from The Seven. Always making his day brighter, he he wanted to be around you more and more for fear of losing what you two had.

Passing through the mirror, Lilia felt 400 times older. His bones creaked and his back ached. All he wanted to do was to lay down and dream about you.

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[yo-yo-yeonkai]

THE PERFECT (K)NIGHT - HUENING KAI - NSFW

Kai x fem!reader

Genre: Smut

Warning list: Royalty AU! Knight Kai, Princess Reader, Taehyun as a character, insecure Kai, confident reader, mention of battle, injury, pet names (love, sweetheart), fluff, bro they are so in love it hurts my head, oblivious, praise, slight perv Kai, titty sucking, short handjob and fingering, haven’t proof read

Word count: 5,734

Summary: Kai was a knight, not any old night, he was your knight. He was the best in his regiment, known as the perfect knight. He was what all the other knights wanted to be. Partly because he was close to you, but also because he was incredible. You were a princess, the very thing Kai vowed to protect, Which he thought he did with perfection. Except he couldn’t protect you from himself on that one perfect night.

Authors note: This was not my original work for Kai’s birthday, I wrote this over night as a replacement, and I still hate it. So I am very sorry, I’ll make sure my next piece is better :3

His job was to ensure your safety. However, he was uncertain of whether he executed his duty flawlessly or failed miserably. He kept you away from all potential dangers except for himself.

Perhaps it would have been better if he had held back the night you ushered him to your room, claiming that someone had stolen something from you. He had entered, prepared to catch the thief, only for you to slide the shoulder of your nightgown down, possibly in an attempt to seduce him. "Kai~ it seems I wasn't entirely truthful," you tell him, taking a few gentle steps closer, but he remained still, waiting for an explanation. "You see, something was taken from me... but I don't want it back," you continue, now just a few steps away from Kai. He raises his hand and scratches the back of his neck. "I'm sorry, Your Highness, I don't quite follow. Why do you need my help if you don't want your stolen item back? And why wouldn't you want it back?" He questions you, unsure of what's going on in your head. You giggle and step so close to Kai that your chests press together. "I don't need your help, I just need you to hear the sentence I proposal," you giggle, causing Kai to nod and look down at you, trying to contain himself from making a move on you in the lack of distance between the two of you. "Sir Kai, I hereby find you guilty of stealing from me," you pout as you speak, but it's cute, so adorable that it takes a few seconds for Kai to process the words.

"I apologize, but I don't believe that's accurate, Your Highness. And I'm sure you don't even believe your own accusation," he says, eyebrows knitted together and nose scrunched in confusion. You chuckle at his expression and remind him, "I've told you before, please, call me by my name. I call you Kai, why can't you do the same for me?" You run your hand up his chest, causing him to shudder. He looks down and says, "I'd prefer not to. You know how it turned out last time," with a hint of bitterness in his voice, recalling past events.

"Come on Kai don't be so sour, call me by my name. We've been friends forever, it's only right" you cheer, running through the glowing fields of bright colour and life. Each new dash of colour is a new world for you to draw, to capture the essence of. You simply loved life. The way each flower was hugged by blades of grass, how each tree stood tall with the help of the ground grasping its roots, the way the sun rose with orange hues and went down with pink ones, it was perfect.

It was your favourite place to be, the flower fields. The scent of nature's sweet perfume surrounded you as petals blew behind you, like a trail leading Kai in your direction. He wasn't a bad runner, he's a knight after all, but it didn't mean he wanted to spend his days chasing you. His legs carry him towards you, not letting you stray far away from him, as part of his duty as your knight. "Fine~," he reluctantly agrees, hoping you'll stop running, to make his job more relaxing.

You halt all movement and snap your head in his direction. You wonder if he'd really just agreed, after so many years of using your title, was he really going to say it? Could he really bring himself to break the rules like that? Well, your interest only grew at the thought of your perfect knight breaking the rules for you. "Say it~ say my name~" you chant, walking up to him. As the distance between your faces grows smaller and smaller, he mumbles "(Y/N) I really think it's best we head back to the palace, it's almost time for your evening classes" he reminds you, but most importantly he said exactly what you wanted to hear. "My name sounds so perfect when you say it. Never let me down Kai, always say it" You flushed, the corners of your lips turning up into a bright smile, rushing back towards the palace, trusting that Kai will always use your name.

And so, he never failed to address you by your name in private but always made sure to use your official title in public, particularly in the presence of His Majesty. However, one fated unfortunate mistake changed everything.

Kai was guarding the palace that evening, as the party lived on behind him. He overlooked the perimeter from the balcony carefully, determination to protect the kingdom he loved evident in his stance and gaze, nothing could distract him.

As if the world knew you were his only weakness you suddenly came running to him. "Kaiiii~" you cheered, heels clicking, dress flowing, hair bouncing. You stole his breath, you looked so stunning, a blue elegant ball gown hugging you so perfectly he swore he could see your body through it. Your hair bounced softly at each step you took closer to him, it must be soft. He'd caught himself daydreaming about running his hands through it, and that's when he realized he was being a pervert, so he squeezed his eyes shut in an attempt to cleanse his brain and then gave his attention back to you.

Red-hot embarrassment climbs up his body at his thoughts of you. In an attempt to hide it, he let the smile that was already slipping onto his face turn into a wide grin, surely it looked natural. Fun fact, it did not! He should be concentrating, but now you were here, that had blown out the window. "What is it now?" He teased playfully, knowing you preferred it when he treated you like a friend and not a boss. "I was just coming to say that I wished you could join the party. It's a shame they shoved you out here... normally you'd be by my side. Don't you think that's where you belong?" You questioned, trying to hint at something, but you seemed to forget that Kai was oblivious. You wonder how he even got a job where perceptiveness was required when he couldn't even take a hint.

"I belong where I am sent (Y/N), you know this," he says, and that's when he hears your little brother gasp in surprise. Your brother rushes up to Kai's legs and pulls on them "Sir Kai, you have failed to address my sister correctly!" He complained, confused as to why a knight would ever break the rules. His Highness had never heard something so absurd... it was certainly a first. Kai flushes and goes to explain, but you quickly pull your brother away and out of sight. Hopefully, you could explain the situation to him and deter him from telling anyone

After two months had passed, he thought he had gotten away with it until he was called into the Throne room. Initially, he assumed it was for a new mission, but he was mistaken. It turned out to be something far different than what he had expected.

"His Majesty" Kai respectfully bows before the king and awaits his words. The king clears his throat and remarks "At least you still know how to address me, Sir Kai". It was then that Kai knew what had happened but decided to feign ignorance. "I apologize for my lack of understanding, but I'm not quite sure what Your Majesty is referring to. I always address people correctly, if I have failed to do so, please let me know of my shortcomings, and I will make sure the same mistake is not made again." Kai declared, so clearly that His Majesty had to think twice about what he was about to say.

"Sir Kai, I believe it was an unintentional error. As an honourable and chivalrous knight, I know you would not have meant it. However, my son overheard you addressing my daughter by her name instead of her title. I don't require an apology, but I do request that you refrain from doing it again. Failure to comply may result in your removal from your role as her knight. Kindly depart without any further conversation," commanded the King, and Kai respectfully bowed before departing.

Fuck!

The word utters through his brain again and again like a treacherous curse, compelling him to get as far away from the palace as he can. Admittedly, he didn't get very far... only to the knight's barracks, but that's probably for the best. His legs carry him in the direction of his room, where he knew Taehyun was resting after getting out of the hospital. Taehyun had been gone for a long time, and Kai was so glad he was back for this moment. He wouldn't be able to face it alone, he needed his friend by his side.

The knight sat there stretching his back out as Kai rushed through the door, closing it with a slam that shook the building. Stripping himself of his equipment he finally felt a bit lighter and collapsed onto the floor, groaning in pure frustration.

Taehyun knew Kai like the back of his hand and quickly clicked on that it was a noise of pain rather than a noise of joy. "Sir Kai?" He teased, patting his bed so Kai would get off the floor and get some rest. When Kai complied, it all came spilling out. "I'm so fucked. I called her Highness by her name, and His Highness overheard and then His Majesty found out. He knows thinks it was an accident, but it wasn't, he threatened to kick me off her service!!!" he groaned, speaking so fast his sentence might as have been one long word. Taehyun had to fight to decode it as Kai threw himself next to him.

The older patted the boy's back gently, in an attempt to calm him down so the next sentence wouldn't sound like nonsense. He chuckled "Where is the problem? I thought you hated being on her service. I thought you wanted to be on the front lines and fight for what the kingdom deserves, freedom. What happened to that?". Kai deadpans the ceiling as if it had just killed his family, but it truly wasn't capable of even breathing, let alone causing such harm. Realizing he's acting daft he groans again, partly at himself this time "I know, and I still want that, but I can't bare it..." he stops, but he doesn't continue, so Taehyun prompts him "Can't bare what?". Kai gasps as the truth finally dawned on him. He realizes why he threw out the rules for you, and why he gave up his original dream. Oh god, this is worse than he thought. Taehyun looks at the boy as tears threaten to slip from his eyes, but what was Taehyun meant to do, he had no clue why Kai started crying.

"Oh, Kai! What's wrong? Please talk to me... I won't tell anyone, you know I don't like the rumours around here anyways" Taehyun tells him, patting Kai's back as he looks up at Tae and sobs. "I- you can't tell anyone" Kai sobs, desperation plastered across his face and Taehyun nods, prompting Kai to continue "I fell in love with her". The confession makes him cry ten times harder and Taehyun holds the innocent male. Loving royalty when you are not feels like a crime, of the worst variety, so he can't imagine how Kai must really feel right now.

At that moment Kai decided he needed to be as far away from you as he could be, so he made a plan. Request a transfer to the front lines in a few months, and whilst he's away his feelings will wear off and he'll be able to do his job normally. When they ask him who will take his job, refer Taehyun because he will understand and needs a break anyway. But most importantly, Taehyun can protect you.

A few months later, Kai put his plan into action. When asked for the reason for his transfer he stated one of his true answers "As much as I do appreciate all the opportunities I get here. I would like to fight on the front lines for a while, it was my dream when I first signed up for the program as a young boy, and with His Majesty's permission I would like to fulfil my dream".

The king didn't even think it was strange, he was just amazed by how courageous Kai was, willingly going onto the front lines, dreaming of fighting for freedom.

When Taehyun found out, he thanked Kai, but he couldn't help the feeling of terror filling his stomach at the thought of Kai's innocence being broken by the sight of the front lines. He was sure Kai would come back a different man, but he'd be here for him when he did.

When Your Highness found out, it was already too late, Kai had gone that morning, and you'd found out in the evening when Taehyun was sent to accompany you on your evening walks. You questioned Taehyun the entire time.

"Your Sir Kai's friend, aren't you?"

"Yes, I am"

"You share a room?"

"Yes"

"Do you know why he left?"

"He got transferred."

"Did he say anything about how difficult I'd be?"

"Sir Kai never spoke about Her Highness".

"What do you mean? Kai never mentioned me?"

"Exactly what I say, Your Highness."

That's when Taehyun knew it. You were either a troublemaker who loved to break rules, or you loved Kai as well. And all because you didn't use his title. Oh, Taehyun you are so perceptive.

"Tell me seriously this time! Why did he leave?"

"I'm 100% serious. He got transferred."

"Where did he get transferred to?"

"The front lines"

"WHAT?!!" You bellowed; horror plastered across your face at the new information. Taehyun knew you'd react like this, and it only confirmed his theory, and even selected the correct option for him.

You were in love with Kai.

"I'm sorry you've only just found out Your Highness, but Sir Kai left to fulfil the original reason he joined the kingdom's military. He dreamed of fighting for freedom." He explained, urging you to continue walking so you do. "I know that. Kai always spoke about it. It was courageous, but now he's done it, I feel sick" you divulged, ignoring that Taehyun shouldn't know of your feelings. "I feel the same way, Your Highness. Though please don't forget that Sir Kai is the best knight in our regiment, and even got suggested for the rank of officer recently. He excels at all his missions and training and is the epitome of the perfect knight. I'm sure Your Highness is aware that his reputation proceeds him." Taehyun explains.

You hum and nod "I am aware. I enjoy keeping up with the achievements of our military and I've seen Kai's name a few times. Along with yours Sir Taehyun. You received an injury in battle that caused you to come off the front lines. That's why you've traded with Kai, no? A week before Kai gets called into the throne room, you come back, and only months later when you are finally ready for action again, Kai disappeared. Why wait so long, to the point you have recovered again?" You interrogated him. Taehyun sighed at your genius and explained "I have no intention of lying to Your Highness, so please hear me out. Sir Kai waited for me to recover so that I could take his position whilst he went to battle. He didn't want you to be appointed some, excuse my language, freak pervert.".

You expressed frustration, "He's clever and cunning, always one step ahead of me. It's alarming that he can maintain a facade in front of me while scheming like this." You quickened your pace as you both arrived at the palace. Taehyun hurried behind you, ensuring you made it to your room before he retired for the night. Unbeknownst to him, you were in a rush because Kai had already left and wouldn't return for some time, but now you knew his plan you could come up with your own plan to bring him back. Taehyun found your behaviour peculiar, but he could suddenly understand why Kai was drawn to you.

Kai came back after 5 months with a gash on his arm, but you were kept in the dark about it. All because your plan... had not worked. When you stormed into the throne room and accused Kai of scheming and explained his plan, your access to his regiment's records was revoked. As a result, you were unable to keep track of Kai's activities during those 5 months.

After recovering in the hospital, Kai returned to the barracks where he spoke with Taehyun about his experience. Taehyun was surprised to find that Kai didn't show any signs of trauma as he had expected. Instead, Kai was brimming with joy and seemed ecstatic.

When questioned, Kai rambled, "Tae, it's just as revolting as you described. It was truly awful and made me feel like throwing up when I arrived. However, as soon as I started fighting, I remembered the reason why I do what I do: to defend those who cannot defend themselves, to rescue families who long for better days, and to keep my loved ones safe. Taehyun, it was disgustingly perfect."

As Kai spoke, Taehyun couldn't help but give him a sceptical look. Kai was undeniably a unique specimen. Despite having stitches on his arm from a sword wound, he was still brimming with enthusiasm for the upcoming fight. Kai was definitely a force to be reckoned with.

Taehyun was instructed to keep Kai's return a secret, and he followed the rules accordingly. Despite the princess's persistent questioning, Taehyun remained tight-lipped, even though he was aware of the truth. How could he not be when every time he returned to the barracks Kai would blabber on about the fight.

When Kai finally graced your presence again it was at an award ceremony and Kai was being awarded for not only climbing to an officer rank, but then a commander rank, oh lord, what had Kai been up to? Then, just to top it off, an award for bravery in the face of battle. You applauded him enthusiastically from the royalties stands, and your father warned you "Stop clapping so enthusiastically for the commander, people will assume things". You didn't stop and your mother laughed, "darling, let her continue to clap! It's okay to be proud of her old knight".

Kai approached the family to offer his respects, but he did not acknowledge your presence. You may feel slighted by his lack of attention, but it is important to understand that Kai has a specific role to fulfil, and it doesn't involve being by your side at the moment. That is why Taehyun is standing next to your chair, protecting you. This is his duty, not Kai's, and Kai has other responsibilities to attend to.

As the award ceremony came to a close and the party began you and Taehyun watched as Kai mingled with many other guests, it was a party no ordinary knight would've ever been able to attend. You tutted at yourself "Commander? What in the world did he do to climb the ranks that much?". Taehyun explained, "You'd be surprised if you saw him in a battle Your Highness, he's a beast, and stupidly brave". You nodded in agreement and went to walk towards him, but Taehyun grabbed your wrist and held you back "I'm sorry your highness, but I'm saying this in your best interest. If you'd like the commander to serve you again, It would be best not to approach him. I can explain outside?" He spoke under his breath, not looking at you. He was pretending he wasn't saying anything at all, his lips barely moved. From his behaviour, you ascertain that you were being watched and Taehyun knew. You walked outside and Taehyun pretended to be confused and followed after you.

"I'm sorry Your Highness, I shouldn't have grabbed you. But you shouldn't approach Kai this evening, at least not in there. His Majesty is watching to see whether you do. I overheard that if you do, Kai won't be taking back his old job, and I'll continue to serve you. I've known you long enough now to know some things about how you feel about Kai, so I am advising you not to if you want to be near him again" he spoke, a matter of fact. You hummed and nodded "Thank you Taehyun. You didn't need to do that, but you did, so thank you. Don't worry about grabbing me, I understand the situation. Is there any way you could instruct Kai to come to the gardens this evening?" Taehyun thinks for a moment and nods "I can do that. But if anyone finds out, I never played a part in this. Is that a deal your Highness?". You nod at Taehyun and smile, you owed this man a lot.

That night, you went to your room and put your plan into action. You changed out of your ball gown and into an evening dress and waited for midnight to approach. Once the clock struck twelve, you slipped out of your window and made your way down to the gardens, after locking your bedroom door so nobody could even check if you were in there. As you were running through the garden you catch sight of his broad silhouette leaning on the pillar of the flowery gazebo. You were unsure how to act after being apart for five months. You approached him from behind, a giddy excitement flourishing inside of you, and tapped his back, giggling, "Guess who~". He spun to you, eyes twinkling like the universe was stored in his gaze. "Your Highness" he greets you, but he doesn't bow, he'd long grown out of that habit when you were in private, that's what had got him in this mess in the first place. You’d think he’d be smarter this time around. You blush a bright red "C- commander" you stutter slightly, and slap a hand over your mouth. You had never, in your life, stuttered. You'd never do something so ridiculous, but Kai's return had made you act in such a silly way.

Kai ushered you into the gazebo "How have you been?" He asks, leaning against the seat as he waits for your response. Answer honestly or lie. "I've been well thank you. I've become top rank In all my classes like I wanted. How about you Commander?" You question, still trying out his new title. He chuckles at your use of it and says "I've been well, I won't talk about the battle with her Highness, it isn't appropriate. My arm is better now though!" He cheers, but your eyebrow shoots up. "Hmm, what happened to your arm?" You pester, eyes flicking to look at his arms but you can't see anything through his shirt, that was maybe a bit too tight on his ever-growing muscles. He smiled "Ah my bad, I assumed you would've known because you keep up to date with the military files. I suppose you missed my one." He chuckles, but there is a sad tinge to it. You shake your head "No, Kai, it's not that I missed your file, I would never do that. I had your regiments files restricted from my access" you explain, accidentally using his name in a rush, but for some reason, Kai felt a weight off his shoulders at the sound of it.

"I'll explain to you then. I got a gash on my arm during battle. I'm lucky it didn't get infected, or go too deep, I needed stitches but it's practically better now" he explains, waving his arm around as if to prove it. You tut "I can't believe you did that, I hope it was worth it. I understand but... It was a shock" You pouted at the mere thought of him running away again. He instantly clicked onto what you meant and didn't respond, it didn't need a response. They stayed there for another hour conversing until they returned to their respective rooms.

Without hesitation, Taehyun immediately implemented his own plan, reinstating Kai to his former job and setting them both on the right path. It seems you make everyone around you forget about the rules because Taehyun couldn't care less for your royal status when he knew you two were both in love with each other. That's how things played out, and despite staying friends until the night in your room, he never uttered your name.

"I know what happened last time Kai~ but it won't happen again~ just say it once for me?" You begged, pouting your lips as you ran your hands up his neck and hooked them around the back of it, hugging yourself to him. He was fighting with himself as your chest squished against his own. 'Don't touch her, don't touch her!' He chants internally, remembering he's just a commander at the end of the day, he had no rank compared to you.

"If I say it, will you tell me what I stole?" He challenged and you hummed in his ear, goosebumps shooting across his skin at the delicate sound against the hot air that fanned across his neck. This was the biggest challenge he'd been put through yet, and it was just a harmless person's presence. Kai should've been stronger than this, he knew he could've been, but you rendered him useless. Kai wouldn't be able to contain himself if this went on much longer.

"(Y/N)" he uttered. You replied with such a sultry voice, he nearly gave in, "Yes Kai?". His hands stammered up towards your hips and hesitated a second on whether to go through with his desires before he decided to retreat. "Can you tell me what I stole?" He requests, voice still successfully stable, though internally, he was stuttering and blubbering. You nodded swiftly, grasping his hands and leading them to your waist like he wanted to.

Then as you leant towards his face, you muttered each word. "You. Stole. My. Heart." and then your lips pressed together. Kai froze for a second, thoughts of how absolutely wrong it is swirling through his head and distorting his view of what was real. But one thought rang louder than the others: if it was so bad, why did it feel so good?

His lips moved against your soft ones, and when he squeezed your hips and a whimper slipped out of your lips and past his, he was gone. He'd lost control of himself.

You giggle as you escape his strong arms and run to lock your bedroom door, making a smirk spread across his face, pulling you towards him. "Kai~" you giggle in surprise as he kisses you harder than before and begins travelling down your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses. He looks at you in the eye and confesses "I love you." kissing your lips like they were his new addiction, "I love you so fucking much Your Highness." he admits, a kiss in between each word. You groan at him "Don't call me that, or I'll start calling you commander again!". He hums in understanding, "I love you, (Y/N)." You smile and admit, "I love you too, Kai."

Now with a mutual understanding, Your fingers light touch trails along Kai's tight shirt, quickly undoing each button and sliding your hands along his bare skin. He'd never get over how your delicate touch contrasted with the filthy words you let out... no princess is expected to act like this.

He slides the other thin strap off your shoulder and pulls the dress down your body, leaving you in your underwear. Kai never even thought he'd get to see you like this, he didn't even dream of it it was just that far out of reach. but here you were, standing in front of him with your body exposed to his hungry gaze. Everything felt unreal. It simply had to be a dream. You go to slide his top off, but he quickly pulls it back over his scarred arm.

It takes only a second for you to realize what he'd done and why he'd done it, "Kai, you don't need to feel insecure with me. I love you so much. I think you are perfect no matter what. Please let me see you. If you aren't ready, you can keep it on tonight. I won't mind, I want you comfortable." You reassure him, kissing his lips a few times as he thought about it. Whilst your eyes were closed and your lips on his, he pulled the shirt off, hoping you wouldn't even notice, but he was wrong. You pulled away from him and peeked at it, the scar went all along his arm, and your heart ached at the sight, not because it was ugly, but because he'd been in all that pain once upon a time. You leave gentle kisses all along it and whisper, "My strong Kai, my courageous Kai, my Honorable Kai, you are so perfect."

He chuckles and smiles at your words, pushing you back onto your bed and leaning over you. "God, you know just what to say don't you" he teases, going to lean on the arm but realizing he can't so you flip him over. He looks thankful and begins kissing your neck once again as you fumble with his buckle, desperate to undo his trousers and feel him for the first time.

Whilst your attention was elsewhere, he undid your bra and moved your hands so he could pull it off you. After he'd done what he wanted your hands instantly returned to his trousers, hovering over his lap to pull them down his legs. The second your chest was in front of him he grabbed at it, intrigued at how it moved at each touch he made, like a filthy pervert, but you didn't seem to mind, in fact, you seemed to love it. He moves his mouth over one of your tits and licks your nipple, fascinated at how you may react. A soft whine fell from your mouth and he did it again, fingers rolling your other nipple. You reached under Kai's boxers and finally grasped him, pre cum leaking from his tip as you rubbed your thumb over it, groans already falling from his mouth. "Hmm~ yare you that sensitive Kai" you giggle, leaving sloppy kisses on his neck as you pumped your hand up and down him, his pre cum making it easier to glide.

"How can I not be when the woman I love is touching me so well~" he teases and reminds you of his feelings, pulling your panties to the side to see if you were ready for him. His fingers prod into your slit, greeted by a pool of hot desire for him in the form of your slick coating his fingers, and he quickly realizes you have been ready for a while. "Are you ready yet love?" He asks, slipping his fingers into your hole and searching for you to struggle as you respond. "Y-yes! Kai ple-ease!" You stutter, whines interrupting your words. He loves making you stutter because he's the only person that had ever made you stutter and he's proud. proud he can make the princess, a woman who was trained to be so civilised she would never stutter, a stupid mess. He brings your hips forward and lines himself up with your hole. When you are ready he guides you down onto him, being patient as you get used to the feeling, it took everything he had not to brutally fuck into you straight away, the way you gripped his cock was just too heavenly. His hands find purchase on your waist as you begin to bounce causing a moan to slip from both of you.

As he grows more desperate he begins thrusting up into you and pushing you further down on his cock, causing the motion to slap together in the middle, forcing his cock into the sweet spongey bit of you that made you throw your head back and moan his name. "Kai feels -s good!", head falling onto his shoulder as your body grows so tired that you can't even keep yourself up as he uses you. "I know sweetheart- I feel it too-" he grunts, kissing your temple and he thrusting even faster than before. God, your not sure if you love fucking a commander, or hate it. You'll be bruised in the morning let's just say that.

As he fucks you, the best you can do is kiss, lick and bite his neck, using it as a way of keeping your moans in. Pressure builds up in your body and you want to scream but instead, you bite into Kai's shoulder and he seems to understand "Me too love, I'm nearly there" he whines, his pace becoming more frantic as he chases his high. The feeling of his hot seed plastering your walls has your own high crashing down on you and practically sobbing into Kai's shoulder. "Well done my love" he praises, rubbing your back as he lies you both down on your sheets. Kai's stamina training was the only thing keeping him going right now, and you didn't want to imagine how much longer he could go on if he wanted.

It takes you a few minutes but you recover, and by now Kai has you cleaned up, and both of you dressed and laying in bed. Your eyes lock onto his as you smile, "Kai, I love you-" you confess another time, worried you still haven't told him enough. He blushes, shy as if he hadn't just fucked you, "(Y/N), I love you too". A soft giggle fills the room, his following soon after.

Is there a world where a princess and a commander could live happily ever after? I'm not sure... but Kai and (Y/N) we're surely going to find out.

#kpop #tomorrow x together #txt #txt x reader #txt fluff #txt smut #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #hueningkai #huening txt #huening kai x reader #huening kai fluff #huening kai smut #yo yo hard hours #txt imagines #txt scenarios #txt drabbles #huening kai scenarios #huening kai #hueningkai smut #hueningkai x reader #hueningkai drabble #txt huening kai #huening kai drabble #royalty au #txt royalty au #Yo-Yo writes 🌷 #Yo-Yo’s hard hours 🥀 #Kai list 🐧

[blackopals-world]

All is Fair

Special forces!femYuu x Rook

Rook and Yuu play a game of chase.

Never in his life had Rook felt such pressure. Her piercing gaze followed his every move. Her shadowed form crept through the foliage. He was being hunted. His huntress was hungry.

That morning coach Vargas was letting his protégé choose the event for the day. She had been known for her strenuous training and athletic abilities, so there was no way she'd go easy on them.

"We are going to one of my favorite games from back home. It's either Capture the Flag or War." Yuu smiled mischievously as she spoke.

The crowd of students looked at one another in confusion. The games seemed so different. Knowing her work hard play harder mentality it might be fun.

The votes came down to the wire as everyone tried to figure out the trick but the deciding vote went to War. Yuu laughed uproariously with Vargas.

"You boys are up for an exciting day! Yuu here will explain the rules while I get the gear." Vargas patted her on the back for leaving.

"Okay privates! Let's start with the basics. You will be put into two teams. Your jobs will be to track each other down and 'kill' the other team. You will be monitored for safety and kill counts. You will be given communication devices to confer with your teammates. Do not betray your teams but if you do make it interesting because I would love that. Otherwise you will be penalized. Magic will be penalized. You will use the equipment given to you. Paintball guns, fake knives, traps, and explosives paints will be at your disposal. Be creative and if you really wanna make my day commit a war crime. It's not against the Geneva convention if the rule hasn't been made yet." With that everyone began scrambling to form teams and grabbing their equipment.

"Wait your joining?" Deuce asked as he placed his rubber knife in his paint holster. He noticed that Yuu had grabbed her own.

"Yeah, I forgot to mention I'm going to be on my own team. I'm hunting everyone so don't get caught." This was the last time anyone saw her before she disappeared into the woods.

Rook had watched her the entire time. He knew exactly who his target was now.

His dame de la chasse had been quite busy. Her traps were well hidden from trip wires to nets. He had found her victims scattered about with paint in a neat but dripping line at their necks. She was efficient.

Still, she played with them clearly bored of her query and had moved one. Rook had been lucky enough to feel her presence. He had been chosen.

He was indeed chosen by her. Someone who moved like her, thought like her, and yet so foreign. Rook didn't know how to paralyze someone with a touch, how to use piano wire to finish a target or, get a confession from a combatant. Yet they both know how to hunt, track, capture. She wanted to capture him and make Rook her's.

She loved the way he moved silently like the muffled paw pads of a snow leopard trotting through the snow. When he wasn't hunting he had a gait like a wolf and a smile that was too cocksure by half. Too confident and too smug. A man after her own heart.

But the same could be said for Rook. Her reflexes were sharp and her gaze was piercing like an arrow. When she wanted something she went for it.

Before he knew it she had found his weak point and pounced.

There was a dull thud as he crashed to the ground. The only cushion he felt where a pair of soft lips on his.

"I've finally caught you." Yuu purred when she pulled away.

"You are mistaken my little trickster. I've got you." She gave him a quizzical look before Rook pounced in turn.

Yuu yelped when Rook wrestled her to the ground and firmly pinned her under him. Their lips met again in a passionate kiss.

"ROOK!ROOK! WHERE DID YOU GO?! THE OTHER TEAM GOT EPEL AND FLOYD!" Someone yelled over the com. Unfortunately, Rook was now compromised and being held by the enemy but on the bright side, he was also holding the enemy.

So let's call it a tie.

You know what they say though. All is fair in love and war.

(All that for a pun.)

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland yuu #twisted wonderland x reader #twst yuu #twst mc #twst rook #rook hunt x reader #twisted wonderland rook #rook hunt #special forces!yuu

[10liver]

Some Hawks fluff because he's such a dork.

Hawks catches Reader sobbing over some low-level punk partner.

Cw; fluff, Hawks x Reader, light hurt & comfort, GN!Reader

Every flash of that vivid fight is what keeps your tears fresh and flowing, slipping down your slightly chubby cheeks as you curl up deeper into the couch you've practically grown into.

It's been about 3 days since you've last seen the sunlight, depression hitting you like a bus after being dumped by someone who you thought was the love of your life. Yikes, never making that mistake again, huh?

The bags under your eyes more vibrant and visible than ever, the small cartons and plates of fast food places from whenever you would starve yourself to the point you were so hungry you were tempted to eat yourself.

To put it simply, everything went to shit for you. And you honestly couldn't care about anything right now, even the soft glow of your phone and the constant buzzing of notifications vibrating your coffee table.

All you wanted to do was mope, cry, mope some more, cry some more, sob, eat if really necessary, cr—

SLAM!

"Y/n!?"

You flinched at the sound of a familiar voice, one you didn't expect to hear at all at a time like this. You slowly pulled the blanket just below your eyes to make sure it was the person you were thinking of.

And sure enough, red apple colored wings along with a small flurry of feathers immediately captured your attention from across the living room.

"Hawks..?"

His head immediately snaps towards you before he came rushing to your slump figure on the couch.

"Y/n, are you okay? What happened? Why aren't you answering any of my texts?" The hero panicked, placing a hand just on your jawline, gently leading you up to look at him.

"Slow down." You mumble, yawning before slowly and reluctantly getting up from your dent in the sofa.

"Sorry, okay.. What's going on baby bird..?"

"Nothing."

"You know I know what you mean when you say that, c'mon now, I know you better than that songbird."

You grumble quietly before sighing and finally looking into his golden-brown eyes.

"They dumped me."

"What?"

"They dumped me."

He froze, simply zoning out before a small smile that didn't quite reach his eyes took over his concerned expression.

He quickly shook his head before the frown reappeared. He hesitated for a moment before clearing his throat and sitting beside you to your left on the sofa with a small grunt.

"I know it hurts, but if I'm being honest about this, as a hero, and as your friend, you seriously shouldn't be doing this to yourself." He lightly scolded before fluttering his wings and wrapping one around your side.

You huffed, yanking your blanket from underneath him. "Not as easy as you think, playboy."

"Hey, I've quit my ways a long time ago." He quipped back, sending a feather to grab your blanket and pin it against the wall nearby.

You gaped before glaring up at him and reluctantly getting up to chase after your blanket.

"Ah, where do you think you're going?" He hummed before pinning your shirt to the sofa with another carmine feather.

You pointed to the blanket, and he chuckled before using his wing to pull you closer, unwinding your shirt in the process. "Listen, how about instead of you moping here, we go out for a little fly and get some fresh fried chicken."

"Do we have to?"

"Yes."

"Fine."

He silently cheered, pumping his fist down in front of him with a grin. When you gave him a look he cleared his throat and sat up straighter.

"Alright, I'll be a second, I need to do something real quick. Go on and get dressed, baby bird. I'll come get you in 15."

You couldn't help the smile on your face before you nodded and hopped up off the couch for the first time in 7 hours.

A giggle erupted from your lips when Hawks sent a feather to tickle you as a soft see you later. One last playful glare at him and you're off.

And that's when his expression darkened.

"Now, where does that bastard live."

#ao3 #fanfic #my writing #bnha #anime #oneshot #mha #fluff #mha hawks #hawks x reader #keigo takami #keigo takami x reader #light hurt/comfort #hurt/comfort #sad reader #gn reader

[dykeomania]

.   .   .   guilty pleasure.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: i'm terrible at summaries -- ellie really likes fucking you, because you're really hot, so she eats you out like it's her fucking last meal. plus it's kinda cute at the end. that's it. that's the fic.

𝐚/𝐧: so, this is a scrap. Funny Story! ahaha!!!! Uh!!!! so i fucking hate this! [mia, great heavens, why do you hate this?] well! i've been working on this sub!ellie fic for a couple of months (i've been busy) and i thought it would be a good idea to start off a sub!ellie with dom!ellie. and i was trying to do something, but it wasn't working. so i have been contending with this fucking part of that fic for so long that everytime i look at it it makes me twitch, so maybe i'm biased, but. here you go. it's not sub!ellie which is making me roll my eyes so hard rn, but it's alright. anyway, i didn't want to waste what i'd already written so i tidied it up and made it pretty and hopefully someone likes it. idfk. if you ever wanted to have your pussy ate by ellie, here you go.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: annoying writing things, like random shifts in verb tenses because i didn't feel like proofreading this for much longer rubs nose, rolls eyes. SO! literally just pure smut, like, it's disgusting, so minors, go away. uh, oral sex, fingering (reader receiving). fraction of dirty talk. ellie thinking that you're really fucking hot. she's literally so gay. kind of obsessive. it's literally just reader receiving head for a very, very long time. oh, some overstimulation. also. just for shits and giggles. the general vibe is that you two are friends... but like.... but like... shakes head.... you're... you're not friends.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.6k. get it the fuck out of my sight, please.

.   .   .   .

when ellie fucks you, sometimes she likes to imagine that she is painting a picture. 

“oh, fuck–” she knows how it sounds and wishes that it didn’t sound so creepy. but ellie has spent hours, upon days, composed of fleeting shy gazes and not-so-shy glimpses between your thighs, studying your body. eyes oftentimes slipping over the arch of your brow in conversation, or following the curve of your jaw, down the axis of your neck. over the hill of your bicep, beneath the band of your jeans, down the canyon trail of your stomach or your spine…

if she tries hard enough, she can get your face just right. eyes shut so tight, they bunch at the corners, not quite like how they do when you’re doubled over in laughter, or squinting at her in disbelief. sometimes they roll, or linger, hooking onto hers as your body stiffens with pleasure and her name hangs above your tongue on a fishing line that you just can’t seem to reach. every time ellie fucks you you drive her just a little bit crazier, because every time ellie fucks you, you remind her of how difficult and impressive the human ability to multitask is, because how is she supposed to breathe? or do much of anything really – when you look like this? underneath her, or beside her, or in front of her. pretty girl, doesn’t even begin to capture half of you. let me show you how pretty you are, is a promise, by default of impossibility, that will forever be left unfulfilled. 

“el..” ellie’s fingers were magic. always were. they were so long, even if she held them out straight, the hardened calluses of her fingertips would hit every spot they needed to. but this time, ellie had curled them. nestled knuckle deep inside, with her tongue latched onto your clit - flattening, rolling, sucking. you were gone – had been for the past half hour – now whining and bucking against the pace of ellie’s tongue and fingers, tugging at your tits because she told you to. “oh my fucking god, fuck–” 

it was crazy, how ellie could make you feel so good without even having made you cum, to the point where you’re holding her head still and fucking her face ultimately to achieve something familiar. but it was so confusing. you chased that great, overpowering crescendo. but at the same time, you would do anything – literally anything – as long as it meant that ellie would keep making you feel whatever it was that you were feeling. as long as it meant that she just didn’t fucking stop. 

ellie’s eyes are deep green vultures that climb the curve of your adam’s apple, and she can’t tell if you’re getting wetter or if she’s just drooling. she is so fucking wet, she can practically feel the fabric of her briefs sticking to her sex. the partial friction on her clit everytime she shifts on the bed is enough to make her head spin, and it makes her hungrier. she loved watching you unravel as you chased the release. loved listening to how your whines shattered, loved feeling her nails grip and tug at her hair. loved watching you stir, pleading for that rush of endorphins that would make your clit spasm against her tongue, and that only made ellie more determined to fuck your juices out of you.

ellie hums approvingly around your sensitive bundle of nerves and for a moment, all that can be heard is the squelch of your juices as she keeps the pace of her fingers steady. quick, and unrelenting, against the warning-like quivering of your walls around them. the sensation is so far back – a tingling, almost. you are so eager, breath immediately quickening and eyes widening. it almost sends your body into fight-or-flight and dares to even cramp your leg. but you squirm and gasp, and your mouth hangs, and you don’t even have to say it. she can see it in your eyes the second you reach down from your tits to her hair, and you grasp, you look at her with something bordering awe, and a compilation of pleas. it’s fucking gorgeous.  “e-ellie–”

 “mhm.”

 “e-el–oh, fuck–”

 “mhm.” 

“fuck!” you cry as your orgasm ripples through your clit, and then pulses through the interior of your cunt. on no front does ellie let up, tongue lapping greedily against your throbbing bundle of nerves while fucking the well-earned stream out of you with her fingers. you shake, and border on screaming – so sensitive, and yet still reeling against her every move whilst your orgasm moves through you. one pulse, and then two, and then three. an uncountable number of clenches around her soaked fingers. but ellie is greedy. devoured by pleasure, you lay stunned and shuddering,

and yet ellie doesn’t stop. 

“ohmygod– fuck–” it could’ve took minutes. most likely even seconds. but at first, you felt nothing. and then, you were shuddering, and covering your own mouth. you can’t bring yourself to, but if you looked at ellie, you’d realize a couple of different things. for starters, ellie’s fingers are moving twice as fast. her mouth originally left your clit quite slowly, in tantalizing, rewarding kisses, before she sloppily replaced it with her thumb, for better or for worse. and above all, she was still looking at you. ellie never took her fucking eyes off of you. 

“you have no fucking idea how hot you look right now,” you hear ellie rasp, and you gasp – maybe you did notice a difference because you could definitely tell that she put her tongue back on your clit, and it pushes you into a place of no return. you feel everything at once. her fingers against your g-spot, the hypersensitivity of your cunt in general. your whine is guttural and antsy, but ellie’s hands tighten on your thighs, refusing to let you move this time. “mm–mm, one more time,” ellie punctuates her phrase with a lick on your clit that is so subtle, and yet makes you damn near incomprehensible  –  “gonna let me taste you again? please? you’re so fucking pretty, let me taste you again. let me fucking taste you, baby, cum for me, just one more time–”

your orgasm trickles in like it’s harmless and unassuming. and then the fragment of her name that you so desperately reach for slips between your fingers and this time, you do scream. 

your cunt convulses twice as hard around her fingers, and you feel your back try to arch. your orgasm is catastrophic. it ripples her bedsheets, cuts through the nighttime breeze, and singlehandedly shatters the peaceful chirp of crickets outside of the shed.

this part, was ellie’s favorite. 

your slow descent from euphoria is parachuted by the sound of shuffling, followed by the rough pad of ellie’s thumb smoothing over your cheekbone. the warmth from her palm as it adorns the side of your face becomes more apparent as you find yourself floating into consciousness. you take it upon yourself to peer at her through your lashband. you find that ellie’s eyes are still dark, and lustful. but they have transformed into something that you could hold in your own without the crutch of pleasure. they were warm, and sincere in a different context, and within that, kind of made you blush a bit harder than you already were.

ellie – seemingly equally abashed, given her reddened cheeks – slowly rolls her lips onto themselves as if trying to bite back her smile. carefully, she pushes a section of your damp hair behind your ear, and places a subtle kiss on the corner of your lips. “hey…” ellie awkwardly chimes, and you both snicker. “hey…” your giggles fall short as ellie briefly hovers over you, and you reach up to close the gap between the two of you. the taste of salt and skin in any other context would’ve made you sick, but in this one, it just makes you delirious. her tongue flattens against yours and her hand smooths over your abdomen. you can’t help but pull her closer – as close as possible, really – by the bunched up fabric of her black t-shirt in a way that indicates this night isn’t over just yet.

“good?” ellie murmurs against your lips and you only respond by deepening the kiss, smiling in a way that ruins it. “so good. as always.” this time, it’s ellie’s turn to nearly break the kiss with a smile, to which she tries to make up for by kissing you harder. but you can’t help but chuckle at her excitement, even when she asks you what? through your flurry of giggles. you kiss her again, and eventually, both your giggles and her question are long forgotten.

“is it my turn?” you ask against her lips, and feel ellie’s brows furrow. “turn to what?” “touch you.” you pull away momentarily to look give ellie’s face a quick up and down glance, a tinge of curiosity lingering in your expression beneath the small smile on your reddened lips. “i wanna make you feel good.” 

the pause is occupied by ellie dragging her tongue, and eventually her teeth, over her lower lip. she shuffles, as though to hover over you a bit more, tilting her head slightly to the left. “making you feel good makes me feel good,” your brows lift at her statement. you didn’t mean to, but you mentally quiver under the certainty of her gaze, and all words of protest that you had died on your tongue. a slight smirk that etches onto her lips as they hover back over yours, nor the way her hand takes firm hold of your upper thigh, barely pressing into the perimeter of your ass, “now, how about you shut up and kiss me again.”

#tlou #tlou 2 #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x reader #ellie x reader #tlou2 ellie x reader #joel miller #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams x f!reader #the last of us ii #tlou fic #tlou smut #mia's smut #get it the fuck away from me please

[kazukazuhas]

𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 . . . #.𝒗𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒙 𝒈𝒏!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

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⇘ #.𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ; ;  the year is about end, you're in his arms and everything is as it should be.

⇘ #.𝐜𝐰𝐬 ; ;  kissing ˏˏ year end kissing ˏˏ cliché my love ˏˏ kazuha and aether are lil shits your honour ˏˏ getting into relationships / in an established relationship / proposal (russian roulette yourself and guess who has what)

⇘ #.𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 ; ;  for my irl friends and happy new year ♡ you can clearly tell i was falling in love with kazuha all over again with the fact i cared about his the most– also, when this drops, its new years for me.

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     the year end festivities flooded the land of teyvat with bright colours lits door to door. hung lights twisted and slung over the branches of the trees, a gentle glow painted over each leaf of the overhanging branch. the celebrations are raging over, vendors filling the crowd with a hypnotic aroma from the freshly baked meals on their menus.

𝒂𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓

          · · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

     ·𖥸· // the bright lights lining the streets of sumeru painted his delicate face with a glowing light, making the sweet boy in such a gentle light look more beautiful than the finest dancers, engulfing in him and representing the outlander more alluring than archons. the music glided through the light air, each note so precise and intricate.

     ·𖥸· // aether was drawn to the lively streets, switching through each stall of each gentle handled merchandise that was offered, dazed at the sight each mouth watering dish served and cooked right in front of the customers' eyes.

     ·𖥸· // the traveler felt his excitement bubble and pop in his gut before pulling the hand of yours closest to his person, chasing his instincts through the crowded streets. with a cheeky grin he dashes for higher ground where the music is still in ear shot but where there were lesser people lurking.

     " i apologize [name], its– its just that–... — aether gazes longingly at your sun kissed face, taking in each feature before wrapping a careful hand around your waist, intertwining his gloved fingers in yours and lifting your hands up to his lips to kiss your knuckles, — " i just so happened to fall for you– a-again. "

     ·𖥸· // roars of cheers, a countdown, echoed against the halls of the empty staircases, reaching your ears from over the railings. but it didn't matter, not in this moment. not when aether has you captured in his gaze. not when he reciprocates those feelings you buried and that resurface after each day you travel alongside the blond.

     " "just so happens ", i love you too, aether. "

     ·𖥸· // he grins widely, pulling the hand holding yours away and wrapping it around your figure, nuzzling his head into the juncture between your neck and shoulder.

" 4! 3! 2! "

     ·𖥸· // not leaving a moment to spare, aether cups your face with a nimble hand and pulls you close for a gentle kiss. simple. just his lips against yours with a grin spread on his, surrounding you in his warmth and giggling like the lovestruck fool he has become.

" happy new year, sweet flower. " " happy new year, dear. "

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𝒅𝒊𝒍𝒖𝒄 𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒓, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒂𝒘𝒏

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     ·𖥸· // by some strange force, tonight at the lively angel's share, you share your shift alongside and with the caring man the darknight was. he had you on duty as a quite reluctant boss, opting for wanting you celebrate with your family and friends in and other the city of mondstadt, but alas, you were gleeful servering up drinks at his side.

     ·𖥸· // standing at the opposite end of the counter, the red haired man watched your person pour the drinks from the orders scribbled down to the side of you, under the counter and giving a small enjoyable show for the many people still sober enough to care. a soft coat of blush of his cheeks before refocusing on the customers on his end.

     ·𖥸· // fortunately, the hours lasted mere seconds and the customers trotted back outside just before the speech delivered by the deaconess and her sister, the acting grandmaster of the city. it wasn't an annual thing, just something on the spot for a few various reasons barbara struck up. a few of the customers still lingered in the tavern, but nothing much compared to the happy hour rush and such.

     ·𖥸· // the man you married wrapped strong, careful arms around your waist and closed his eyes. diluc enjoyed the heat your body radiated, sighing contently while you hummed one of the various songs the bard that sat lazily on the table in the front strummed his lyre too.

     " 'm tired. can't we just go? — diluc squeezed your waist lightly before a quiet murmur of a yawn passed his lips, — " it's the first year we celebrate as a wedded couple and here we are, working at this bloody tavern. "

     ·𖥸· // though essentially humoring his tired wishes, you chuckled at his sleepy clinginess. muttered that the shift was almost over and that the tavern was about to close up quite soon. however, the man merely grunted at your half response.

" 6! 5! 4! 3! "

     ·𖥸· // shout fled through the closed door, an exited countdown to the new year. diluc cracked a small smile at the sound of the cheers before gripping your chin between his fingers and turning your face to his. he smiled, as delicate as his love for you before kissing your lips with a passion your adored.

     " happy new year, my dearest. " " merry last day, bartender– — diluc abruptly silences your words with another kiss, as tender as the first.

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𝒛𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊, 𝒗𝒂𝒈𝒐 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒐

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     ·𖥸· // without a doubt in his mind, zhongli (after spending your mora for sure) has you on the higher parts to gaze over the harbour of contracts. the terrace is fairly quiet, aside from the quiet chattered of the others.

     ·𖥸· // though the celebrations never quite excited him more than his interest in them, the long standing archon found joy in the way your face lit up at the occasional firework illuminating the sparkle covered sky. the burst of colour had bathe both of your in a light he adored on your skin. perfect, and complete.

     ·𖥸· // engulfing you in his embrace, an arm around your waist, firm and warm, zhongli smiled as you wrapped an arm around him absent mindedly before speaking of something that came random to mind. he watched your person pour excitement into his hands.

     " you are ever the beautiful person, even in the colours of those well-crafted fireworks the qixing had imported — the man gestured with a soft, fond gaze over the city lying beneath the terrace, — " quite the sight for " sore eyes, " as they say.

     ·𖥸· // the remark slipped him by surprise, but his calm and firm voice made it as natural as each breath he took. however the lovestruck stare in his eyes directly to you seemed both natural, unforced and yet, so new. you could've sworn he had heart eyes.

     " 10! ... 7! ... — "

     ·𖥸· // distant counting alerting both of you, he smiled gently before moving closer to your lips. a silent promise of his love interlaced in a soft whispers of his love. gentler in the kiss to your lips, melting his love into your heart with certainty he held all his life. the world stilled, cheers erupted, and he fell in love again.

     " happy new year, my love. " " happy new year, dear. "

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𝒌𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒚𝒂𝒕𝒐, 𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒆

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     ·𖥸· // the kamisato estate laid in a quieter mood, each of the servants of the household on leave either to spend the time with their families, visiting the stalls with friends or conversing with each other in the halls. thoma disappeared out on the streets, and last with ayaka, the two out with friends. that leaving a tired but loving ayato alone with you.

     ·𖥸· // while his status did require him to interact with many of the people of the city, and yet, here was the head of the clan with you enveloped in his clingy embrace and mumbling about the lighter politics and other topics he thought of. the light of the moon and occasionally naganohara firework shining in the sky, painted his face and arms with a soft light.

     ·𖥸· // the distant uproar in the celebration's noise surrounded your ears, signaling it was about the time for the new year to arrive.

     " oh? it's about time now is it? — calm and soft, his voice vexed you in a gentle trance, watching the sky go blank with the smoke and the land grow silent, — " well, may i have one last kiss for this year? "

     ·𖥸· // but without further prompting or an answer, the head of the kamisato clan placed a chaste kiss to your lips, delicate and soft hearted, placing unspoken trust in you with the movements of his lips against yours.

     " 7! 6! 5! "

     " oh– seems i'm a little early. may i have another? " " happy new year, ayato. " " happy new year, darling. "

𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒊 𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒐, 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒛𝒂𝒌𝒂 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒔

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     ·𖥸· // the arataki gang always had the tradition of celebrating together along whichever street they founf themselves were on. the children normally flocked to them to play and sing along to the inazuman songs the boys shouted at the top of their lungs. many of the vendors, and parents alike, offer them trinkets and food as a form of payment for their entertainment and unintentional " babysitting ".

     ·𖥸· // though watching them from a distance with an amused kuki at your side at one of the table of a nearby restaurant, a short round of drinks shared between the both of you. savouring the smaller meals at restaurant offered while chatting about the random.

     ·𖥸· // when about the time for the countdown, the two of you remerge with the rest of the gang to throw away the year together for what is the first time since itto snatched you off the market. the excitable oni gathered you up in his arms, cheering and singing aloud and proud in inazuman.

     " 10! 9! 8! 7! ... — " came the sound of the kids and the boys chanting, surprisingly with kuki alongside the children.

     " lub ya, bubblegum! "

     ·𖥸· // itto shared a short lived kiss, though intially a spur of the moment, he grinned as he danced into the night with a few minutes between kiss he granted you. gathering the kids and singing gleefully alongside you and his closest friends.

     " happy new year, lovebug! " " happy new year, ara! "

𝒌𝒂𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝒌𝒂𝒛𝒖𝒉𝒂, 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒖𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔

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     ·𖥸· // kazuha hid the both of you away into the overlooking apartments further outward of the city, the balcony lit up with the soft, warm lights end to end and onto the next. he stood with arms securely around your middle, a wine glass with little of the dark red liquid swaying in one of his hands. the balcony hung over and peeked just right into the city's heart.

     ·𖥸· // the faint music hugged the both of you, kazuha moving your hips boredly to the soft beat while whispering soft affirmations at the shell of your ear. light heart teasing traced the outline of each word before squeezing your life from you temporarily.

     ·𖥸· // the reasoning behind his want to stay here was the fact he had something important to ask you, his desire to pop the question and call you his in everyway, by your name to the way others referred to you.

     " my dove, i happen to have to ask you something really important. — kazuha whispered into your ear before kissing the nape of your neck, pulling away and turning you around to reveal a ring of intricate design between his thumb and pointer fingers, — " will you take me to be yours for the rest of our lives and eternity? "

     ·𖥸· // safe to say the countdowns and shouting from the celebrations up road were drowned out by the way he held you so close to his chest, bathe in soft light and love. he pressed a soft kiss to your lips, assuring you that he loved you and that he would not take your love for granted.

     " happy new years, my love. " "happy new year, dove. "

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⇘ : : 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ≫ // @spoopy-fish-writes // @spoops-inliyue ˏˏ @decaffeinatedcloudkryptonite // @shaantiofher  

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[iamthecomet]

hi

do you have any ideas on predatory usage of quintessence

like murder ghoul aether cuz im still thinking about "pump them full of so much quintessence they dont know their name"

-🧪

I have so. SO many thoughts on predatory use of quintessence. And on murder ghoul Aether specifically. Someday, I would like to write full fics for each of my murder ghouls and their preferred methods (Swiss in particular is also quite fucked up). But for now, enjoy some thoughts about murderous, creepy, Aether.

Aether likes them calm. Dopey. Happy. Finds the blood tastes better when they're content. But, if he's honest, he doesn't really care about the meal. It's his least favorite part. Nourishing in a way that feels necessary but not pleasurable. Sometimes he'll even invite Dew in to actually finish them off once he's had his fill of their psychic torment. It's the lead-up he likes the best. The chase, the capture, the play. He likes smiling softly at an unsuspecting sibling. Likes furrowing his brow and asking for help with something. He finds that's the easiest way to get them. Asking for help. Humans are driven by the need to be helpful, the need to be useful. They toddle after him excitedly every time. He tries to pick humans that are over-eager. Excitable. The ones that babble at him as he leads them away from safety. He likes the way they talk. The waver in their voices. Nerves. Excitement at being noticed by a band ghoul. Sometimes he digs in right then, lets his powers drift into their mind and watches the fantasy unfold. Devours all of their hopes, their wants. The way they play out their future from this chance moment forward. They think about Aether noticing them, knowing them, loving them. Platonically or otherwise. They craft new worlds for themselves in the short walk to the basement door. And then, like clockwork, they stop. Hesitant. Aether tastes the bite of their fear as they look at the heavy oak door that they've been told never to breach. Those fantasies of a life blessed by a Ghoul's favor crumble. Apprehension eats them away like flame does to paper. They worry about Sister. About incurring wrath. About being kicked out. Thrown out into the woods to find their way home. About being pulled from the church--the only place they've ever found meaning. Aether looks at them, pulls his probing magic back. He reaches for them, claps one big hand over their boney shoulder and feeds them their first taste of his magic. They stumble a little. Dazed. Always thrown off. Hit with a wave of vertigo that Aether doesn't bother to explain. He looks at them like he's worried for them, asks them if they're alright. "Yeah," they say, "was just dizzy for a second. Must be nerves...I'm--we're not supposed to go down there." Aether shrugs, presses his quintessence in further, wraps it around their brain stem. Calms their racing heart. Feeds them back their thoughts of usefulness, of friendship, of a future with Aether by their side. "You're helping me, so I'm sure it's fine." And then, he leads them into the dark. No one who follows Aether into the basement ever comes back. He keeps them for a while, hours, days, sometimes weeks depending on what he can get from them. He feeds off of their emotions, of playing with them. Finds the psychic nourishment far more valuable than the blood and viscera. He digs into their memories. Watches their trauma play out like a movie. He keeps them drugged up on his magic, sedated. He used to restrain them early on, until he realized he didn't have to. Keeping them high on his magic was enough, drifting, delirious. Implanted memories making them think they're living the life they wanted. Their fantasies played out in brutal detail while Aether digs his fangs into their neck and tastes their pain, their pleasure, bursting bright on his tongue. When they've served their use, when their memories, and their trauma, and their desires start to taste....stale. He finishes them off, or has Dew do it. He cleans up. He starts again.

#comet writes #ficlet #kind of #ghost headcanons #murder ghouls #aether ghoul #ghost fic #ghost fanfic #ghost fanfiction #predatory quintessence

[istadris]

lm3 seducer luigi au? 👀

@brendathepeep you're to blame for half of the ideas here.

This is going to be a LONG one, so brace yourself!

First Luigi's Mansion : E.Gadd met Luigi by pure luck, and he was willing to go through the house and capture ghosts while looking for his brother. Everybody wins ! But as he monitors Luigi, he notices that the guy isn't just a good ghost hunter. He draws ghosts ! In a very specific way, dare he say.

Dark Moon : the Evershade Valley is a good place to study ghosts and even obtain answers from them, and that's where E.Gadd starts to realize, oh. oh. Ghosts don't just want to scare Luigi, they're attracted to him. He's basically a walking aphrodisiac. So when the ghosts escape, E.Gadd doesn't hesitate : ghosts are less agressive when horny (usually), and Luigi is a good enough ghostbuster to justify calling him.

E.Gadd intended to tell Luigi about it ! He absolutely did ! But how do you explain to your assistant "oh there is an explanation to why ghosts always harass you" ?

Especially when he's running for his life! And he kept forgetting once the menace was dealt with.

He still tried to harness (or even just figure out) that weird power Luigi has but accidentally made a goo clone. Alas, while Gooigi does attract ghosts, he's not sturdy enough for further examination. After Gooigi reforms from a ghost spilling fluids (not necessarily their own) on him : "dang it, it seems I will need Luigi's consent on this matter after all"

Luigi's Mansion 3 : when Helen invites E.Gadd, she asks him a lot of questions,and some of then are about his assistant. " My, how brave of him to face such dangerous ghosts, how did the poor man survive ?" "Why, I shouldn't probably talk too much about this, but I trust you to not gossip. You see, my dear boy Luigi has quite the surprising talent ..."

(Suggestive content + spoilers for Luigi's Mansin 3 under the read more, you have been warned)

Helen's plan to capture Luigi totally involved to seduce him and lure him away from his family, but our boy's too oblivious for that and fell asleep right after getting to his room. Helen, after waiting for an hour and realizing her sultry pose and hints didn't work, decided to fall back on a simple "grab the rest of the posse and hide"

LM3 starts like in the game with Luigi falling asleep and waking up to things going apeshit, with Helen ans King Boo showing up, and King Boo chasing after Luigi and cornering him at the end of the corridor. Luigi is terrified of course...but fear and arousal have always crossed wires in his brain. Especially with ghosts. Oh, they terrify him, and yet when King Boo presses down on him, he's also hard as a brick, awfully aroused...which KB notices in his aura (and then the tent in his overalls). And he can now attest that the rumours about Luigi's aura being very attractive are true.

KB is very, very amused and tests further this inclination, and smut ensues...and because he wants to make the chase last and to drive Luigi to his limits, afterwards, King Boo all but pushes Luigi down the laundry chute while challenging him to come and get his friends back, but only if each of the floor's main ghosts find Luigi to their liking. And of course he'll spread the word about that human with a kink for ghosts...

Instead of the wanted posters with money for reward, it's a pin up picture with a number to call.

Through the entire night, between floors, Luigi gets harassed here and there by various ghosts and Boos who want a taste of the delicious human, but King Boo also gave clear instructions so the Boss Ghosts get dibs on him.

Stewart, Chambrea and Kruller are pretty easy to satisfy : they're all overworked and stressed out by their jobs, and once Luigi shows up with his delicious, enticing aura, it doesn't take much to convince them to sit back and relax. A head/handjob (well, the equivalent for ghosts as they don't have the same anatomy as humans anymore) and some fondling and kisses, and they're spent and content.

Chef Soulfflé and Amadeus Wolfgeist are Luigi's first obstacles : they're both "artists" whose energy expresses through their art, and so it's less about physical sex : they find release in making their "victim" experiment actual Food/music porn. Luigi never thought he would be able to come just from a concert.

King MacFrights : Ooooh these dungeons and torture contraptions are going to come in handy. The joust still happens though, with the victor gaining the favours of the crowd...a very enthusiastic crowd...

Garden Suites : Like mentioned before, if Dr Potter doesn't get physical himself, his beloved plants, on the other hand...between the very long and grabby vines, sex pollen all over the place, and toothy carnivorous plants, Luigi spends a LOT of time on this floor.

T-Rex + Ug : Gooigi comes in VERY handy there, because Luigi would NOT have survived T Rex vore with his own body. Sharing his consciousness with a pile of good helps for very interesting sensations.

Morty is the sweetest of all ghosts, and gives Luigi a well earned reprieve by letting him rest for a while and pampering his new star the whole time.

He's the first ghost where Luigi is actually the one to make the first move sincerely. However, he also insists on filming everything (and not necessarily taking part himself), puts Luigi through different roles and scenarios...He keeps up the praise all the while, which is an enormous boost to Luigi's confidence (and he realises he has a praise kink).

Boiler room : let's say Clem ain't keeping these rubber duckies just for decoration. At least lying down on a giant rubber duckie floatie in a pool the whole time is kinda relaxing.

Serpci ; listen even in the canon of the game, I thought when I first saw her "what is it with ghost ladies making Luigi sneeze while making seductive poses ? Is this how you manifest your interest?"

Anyway look at her. She would demand worship and praise from Luigi (thankfully he picked up some tips from Morty) and gosh just look at her ❤️

Captain Fishook and Johnny Deepend: look, if you can't see the sex appeal in a hunk shark pirate on his ship and a buff life guard, I can't do anything for you. Luigi even gets to get drunk in the grotto lounge afterwards, turns out pirate ghosts know how to party

Triplets of the Twisted Suites : oh boy, this one is gonna be a wild ride. Three magician girls with a streak for mischief in a floor full of tricks and traps ? It's a miracle he makes it out alive.

Disco floor : Luigi canonically loves dancing, especially in the Luigi's Mansion games. He's killing it on the dance floor. Going clubbing has never been his style, but now he gets the full experience, including the grinding and groping.

Ironically Helen is the only ghost in the hotel who doesn't manage to get a go at Luigi: he passes out in the Master suite for a while (he needs to regain some energy before King Boo) and when she tries to stop him, he claims he played with her pussy and holds up Polterkitty. She's furious but she appreciates that he did look after her precious cat.

Now Luigi arrives to the top of the hotel, armed with all the knowledge he acquired through the night on ghost pleasure, still "smelling" like the most delicious thing to spectres, and facing a blue-balled King Boo who has been watching Luigi's progress the whole time.

Mario when Luigi frees him : "Oh Luigi, you look exhausted, these ghosts must have kept you up all night!"

Luigi : "haha...yeah you could say that."

Who will win ? YOU DECIDE !!

#super mario bros #luigi's mansion #booigi #miscellaneous mario madness #long post #answers #anon ask #Anon I hope you'll enjoy this given how much time it took to find my old notes #ghost seducer Luigi AU

[missamyrisa2]

how about you get tickle revenge on a ticklish, “excited” tickle boy who deserves everything he gets because of how he tickle teased and tickle edged you!

"You know I became a tickler by taking everything everyone used on me as a ticklee and sharpened it into a feathery purply arsenal ~ I suppose it's poetic~" I muse as I pace around your wiggling form, gently spread on the exam table. I take inventory of my tools, testing soft brushes on my palms and feathers on my face. "Oooh, there's just something so delightfully tingly about these tools. Like my hand is complete when I wield them~" I draw a big blush brush on my cheek. "They're so girly and sweet and dainty and yet have such power over the ticklish form. " I lean down and start dusting your royal chest buttons merrily. "Almost like they're laughing at you hmm?" As I flutter the brush my other hand makes pinching motions, floating down to capture the other button with taunting tweaks and rapid strokes. "Mmmhmm. Mmhmm. Tell me all about it tickle boy. Looks like a sweeping reform on this nubbin" I snicker with you and set aside the brush to pick up a smaller fine point brush, and begin dipping it into massage oil teasingly in front of you. "We're gonna get to know each other so well, you and I. ~" I hum and smirk. "You know, this brush came from a famous artist..." I murmur, unceremoniously dipping the glistening slick tip into your twitching navel as my other hand steadies on your belly lightly moving my fingers~ "he was actually found out to be stealing all his art." I swirl the soft supple brush in your navel, dipping it in and out before I lean in to capture your ear with a kiss. "But I think he was framed~"

I cuddle up to the table now that you're nice and wiggly, directing your cheek so that I can further taunt you by the ear. My lips brush and muah muah muah right on it, my skin grazing on yours. "Didn't like that one huh? Or is it just sooo much to have your tickler all snuggled. You can struggle and wiggle all you like and my bad spots are right here. Why, my princess part is even exposed ~ but you can't stop me nuuuh uhh~ ahh if only you could tickle mee ~ you could stop me from doing thisss~" I kiss your cheek and pop up, grinning as I capture your side with my thumb and begin rubbing earnestly as I take a fluffy feather duster and begin twirling it up and down your ribs. "Coochie coo naughty body. Naughty boy body. You don't think I see what effect we're having here on this little research?~ Aww, you want it sooo bad huh?" I glide my nails up and down your ribs before attacking your underarms mercilessly with digging strokes. "We call this the phantom edge ~ I know you're sooo aroused by my tickles and well maybe me too~! Maybe you like my body over you like this, no silky tickle outfit no silly flower belt, just me and my skin and all my hot spots right in front of you~ You want my touches, you want me don't you? But guess what ~ all you getttt is tickles!! Tickle tickle cutie pie!" I taunt your neck with a feather, chasing it as you struggle, and lean down to let my hair and lips taunt your upper body, brushing on your nipples, blowing raspberries down to your trembly tummy leaving little pink lip prints all along the way.

"Just call me a raspberry farmer ~ quite a planting we just did. We'll harvest that crop later. " I snicker down at the tingly prints over your belly and waist before scooting back further. "Can't forget these feetsies ~ yes, we'll play a little footsie~" I pick up a bamboo hairbrush and snicker wickedly, capturing your big toe. "Brusha brusha boo never caught on as a tease did it? Like we have coochie coo and goochie goo and gitchie goooo ~" I work the brush on your sole rapidly, taking short brushing strokes at varying angles to make sure all those tickle spots are stimulated. "I even had a girl do widda widda woo once ~ what do you prefer? Should I say brushy brushy boooby boo? Oooh boobie! Are you my blue footed boobie~ it's a kind of bird, get your mind out of the gutter silly boy~" I snicker, working your other foot and going heavy with tickles under the toes. "But I suppose that's kind of a moo point huh? Yeah I moo point, it's like a cow's point of view."

Once I have you nice and melty, my fingers start to pinch up your legs, playing in those silly spots behind your knees and over them and up your thighs. "I suppose we really need to administer the test now." My lips curl to a grin and I pick up a red plume tickle toy. "We call this the test tickle~" I can't help but snicker so much as I take the soft puff of feather tips to your royal jewels, dancing around and coating them with sensation. "Did you get it? Test tickles? I guess better than~~ iced sickles~!" I toss my tool and suddenly seize your balls, smiling as I grasp them and capture the base of your swollen princely part squeezing it gently. "You see, I use my tickles against my ticklees ~ and worst of all for you ~ I've been edged so many times that I've gotten quite good at playing with royal parts too~" I pump slowly, grasping your jewels gently. My lips lower and I start blowing soft puffs of air on your twitching tip. "We can call this blowie blowie blueeee~" I taunt, getting so close with my purple lips but never touching that throbbing head, only taunting it with feathery puffs of air while my hands ensure you stay fully on edge~

And then I release~ "mmm mmm~ nuh-uhhhh not yet..." and cuddle up to you, playing with your nipples again. "And nowww my dear, we get to watch you tumble off the edge. Awww it tingles sooo much huh? And it's gonna take so long when I tickle your nipples all the way down. Maybe you'll make a nice giggledrop for your tickle mama? Yeahhh? I'll hold you sooo snug the whole time~" I hold you gently as you suffer the edge, playing with your hotspots and cooing in your ear before moving back down and starting you up again. I get you to attention with my stiff feather quill, tracing the underside of your rising member. "Don't resist it ~ you know you want the royal tickles~" The feather crawls higher, following the swelling progress before resting on the head. I laugh at you as I start fanning the feather edge around, playing with the swollen tip and caressing it ever so lightly over and over. I let your hardness sway in the air, chasing its every motion with my tickle tool ~ mostly silent now just snickering and cooing and mimicking your sounds until you're a fuzzy mess. I pull the feather back when I see that little dewing drop.

"Ah ah ah ah~ naughty boy~"

This time I simply watch you fall back from the edge, making taunting motions with the feather and my fingers near your princely part but never touching it~

With you fully in the frustration zone now I reach for another tool. "I think you need the most naughty tool for naughty edgers." I show you the tip of the shiny purple cylinder ~ the soft material is shaped like a pair of seductive lips, and as I click a button you can see the inside is full of trembling silky material. "Let's see how long you last ~" I hold your hip, thumb rubbing it teasingly as I take my tool and glide it over the remains of your last boner. "My friend is just gonna gobble you up~!" I smile brightly and let my purpley girlfriend draw in your prince part, covering it in a silky sleeve prison. The innards swell and squeeze and twirl and tickle, I move her up and down while I start maniacally tickling your tummy and sides. "Don't try to fight it ~ I know you love this ~ you can gigglecum all you like and we're not stopping now ~ ooh yes, this is what naughty boy boys get for teasing Amy ~ you get edged and edged and then made to gigglecum for tickle mama until you're nothing but a gasping overstimulated mess ~"

[fandomsaligninstories]

Year Two: Polyjuice Potion

Chapter List

WC: 1,050

4th January, 1993, Monday Morning

When Violet and the rest of the Hogwarts study body returned, it was with very little enthusiasm. They were too worried about what they'd be returning to, fearful of who would be attacked next by an unknown monster.

Violet and her friends departed the Hogwarts express in hushed conversation, discussing the possibility of whatever horror that had been attacking students might have been captured during their Holiday break. An unlikely scenario, they knew, but they wanted to hope.

Violet was pleasantly surprised when she walked into Hogwarts and found a certain blonde boy waiting for her. He stood to the side, leaning against the wall by the stairs that lead down to Hufflepuff house. His arms were crossed and he was staring right at her, a coy smile playing on his lips.

"We'll meet you later." Aimee said, pulling Violet's attention away from the boy.

"Yes, thanks. See you in a bit." She left her friends as they went downstairs, stopping beside Draco as he continued to stare. She dropped her bag at their feet, leaning her shoulder against the wall.

"Hey." He said, "Have a good holiday?"

"Yeah," She nodded, "I enjoyed seeing my parents. I miss them quite a bit when I'm here too long."

He huffed out a dry laugh, his eyes darting away from her, "Must be nice to have someone to miss and someone that misses you."

"Sorry, Draco, I wasn't thinking-" She knew how horrible his father was, and how little he interacted with his mother. He didn't have any real family to return home to.

"Don't." He cut her off, shaking his head, "Shouldn't have said anything."

Violet moved closer, until their arms were pressed together and faces a breath apart, "Please don't, I like it when you're honest with me. Besides, I missed you, for whatever that may be worth."

He didn't mean for it to slip out, but ever so quietly he said, "It means a lot coming from you."

She smiled warmly, then she let her head fall onto his shoulder. They watched the other students milling around, talking to their friends and heading to their separate houses. They stayed like that for a while, until the halls were empty and their legs tired from standing so long.

Finally, she straightened, unsurprised to find Draco already watching her, "So, did anything eventful happen?"

Draco hesitated for a long moment, wanting to tell someone about the odd encounter he'd had but not wanting to sound nuts either.

"What is it?" She prompted.

"Nothing, just... Goyle and Crabbe were acting odd the other day. Goyle was wearing glasses, said they were for 'reading'." Despite the skepticism in his voice, Violet couldn't help but laugh a little.

"Goyle isn't allowed to read?"

"It's not just that!" He argued, "Their voices were... different. They just weren't like themselves. They wanted to know what I thought about Potter being the Heir."

It was Violet's turn to hesitate, "What specifically did they say?"

"They asked if I knew who was behind it. I don't know how many times I have to tell them I don't know before they get it into their thick heads." Draco scoffed.

"Draco..." Violet wanted to tread carefully, a concerning thought taking root, "What sort of glasses was Goyle wearing?"

"Why's that matter?" He questioned, "They were round, I think."

"Oh, dear." Violet sighed. She was worried before holiday that Harry was going to do something dumb, but she didn't think he had it in him to do something so reckless, "Draco, I'll see you later, alright?"

She took off down the stairs, wanting to drop her things off in her dorm before tracking down Harry.

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"Harry Potter!" Violet's voice rang out through the hall as she chased the boy and his friends down. They were alone, all the other students already in the Great Hall for lunch. Harry turned around, eyes widening at the furious look on the girls face.

"Hey, Violet." He waved lamely.

"Tell me you didn't do something as stupid as disguising yourself at Goyle to interrogate Draco?!" She stopped in front of the trio, looking only at Harry. He looked to Hermione for help.

"I don't know what you think you know, Violet, but we would never..."

"Save it, Hermione." Violet took a deep breath to calm herself, "I know you think Draco is the Heir, but why would you do something so reckless? What would you have done had you been caught?" She looked at each of the three Gryffindors, waiting for a response.

"We needed to know what he knew!" Ron argued, "It's not like we can trust anything he says."

"Well trust me when I say, it's not him." She glared at the redhead, who only glared back.

"Violet, it wasn't personal." Hermione reasoned, "Does he know?"

"No, I don't think he even suspects it. After all, how would a couple of second years manage a transformation on themselves?" Violet sighed again, her anger turning to curiosity, "How did you manage it?"

"Polyjuice Potion," Hermione explained, "It took a while to brew, but it wasn't so hard."

"Impressive!" Violet was shocked. The Polyjuice Potion wasn't taught until Fourth-Year potions, so for a Second-Year to do it successfully? Though, Violet supposed that if anyone could do it, it would be Hermione.

"Thank you." Hermione smiled proudly, "Now, if that's all, we have some place to be."

Violet shrugged and turned on her heel to leave, heading towards the Great Hall for lunch.

She contemplated rather she should tell Draco what she had learned. Despite the impressive feat Hermione had with the potion, it still felt like a violation for Draco to not know who he was actually speaking to. But, on the other hand, if he knew he'd been speaking to Harry and Ron, who knew what he'd do in retaliation.

She didn't want to cause any more fighting, especially with how bad the tensions between the houses already were. So she decided not to tell her friend about what she'd learned, or anyone for that matter. If that's what it took for Harry and the others to finally believe Draco wasn't the Heir or the one behind the attacks, then fine, Violet would just let it be.

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I remember seeing this critical take that Zuko and Iroh were so wrong to attack Azula in The Chase because she didn't do anything to them, she was running away and they attacked her. So Azula was completely justified in almost killing Iroh because it was her defending herself, and Iroh doesn't have the right to hold it against her. What do you think?

Azula was running away when? Because when Zuko first runs into her after they both track Aang to the abandoned village, this exchange happens.

He gave Azula a chance to back off. She refused. I guess she tries to run away when she realizes she is outnumbered, but she was the one who hunted Aang and co. down to exhaustion. She was the one who tried to imprison Zuko and Iroh, which, by the way, she is still trying to do on top of capturing Aang. She's not an innocent and she's not being wrongfully attacked.

She also, once she realizes she is outnumbered and cannot win a fight she started, pretends to surrender only so that she can shoot and nearly kill Iroh and get away in the ensuing chaos.

And Iroh? Iroh was there because he was trying to protect Zuko even though Zuko walked away from him (and in hindsight also probably wanted to make sure Aang got away). Iroh has the most valid reason for being there of anybody, actually, and is the one who ends up nearly dying as a result.

Iroh actually would have the most reason to hold a grudge against Azula, but even so, the idea that he does is completely made up. He says that one humorously delivered line about how she's crazy and needs to go down in response to Zuko making excuses for her even while he expressed a need to protect himself from her, but he doesn't seem like he has personal stake in it at all. He doesn't insist on it or say it in a way that implies a personal grudge, and never brings it up again. In fact, when Zuko expresses a need to confront Azula later in the season, Iroh encourages him not to. The only other time Iroh suggests Zuko fight Azula, it is so that he can claim the throne to end the war. This idea that Iroh has a personal grudge against Azula or encourages Zuko to do so is complete fanon.

Azula, meanwhile, attacks Iroh because he stopped her before when she tried to capture Zuko. He represents the biggest threat to her and she recognizes this. Not because he has anything personal against her, either. Quite the opposite, actually, because one of the biggest reasons Iroh poses a threat to Azula is because she cannot emotionally manipulate him. That would not be the case if Iroh were secretly holding a seething grudge against a fourteen year old like some of his antis suggest.

But isn't it interesting that there's this idea that Azula is the bestest and most skilled and smartest and everybody else is just so ungrateful and unfair to her when, if you actually look at what happens, Azula actually has to cheat her way out of numerous situations, that she instigated, and then is the one who ends up holding grudges when people stop letting her walk all over them. I just think it's interesting.

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