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THIEF (m.) | zuko

↬ word count: 8k

↬ fem!reader, enemies to lovers except zuko is insanely attracted to reader (so lowkey its not enemies to lovers lol) from the start and makes it really fucking obvious, zuko writes reader letters, some parts are from zuko’s pov

↬ summary: born into poverty with practically nothing, you managed to get through most of your life as a petty thief. turns out, you were pretty good at stealing and getting away with it. one night, you decide to target the great fire lord zuko of the fire nation. and it turns out, he’s kind of into it, and kind of into you.

↬ genre: fluff / smut

↬ warnings: slight knife play (is that a thing???), violence, blood, zuko attempting to stab you, zuko actually has rizz (unfortunately no canon awk zuko here 😓 but my fic DESTINY has that), pussy eating, hair pulling, swearing probably, typos

↬ a/n: when he threatens you with a knife in order to get you to kiss him and throws you in jail then burns your house down 😍

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•••

“It’s you again,” he began, his hands at his side as if there wasn’t a whole ass dagger against his throat. “I was beginning to wonder where you had been. I missed you breaking into my room.”

“You look like you enjoy being threatened with a knife.” you spat out with a sly smirk.

“I wouldn’t say I hate it.” he teases, making no effort to resist you.

•••

There was a thief. A thief who could only be described as some low-life peasant that was terrorizing the kitchens in the middle of the night, never to be seen. But of course, the palace staff were always exaggerating the smallest things. As far as Zuko knew, it was only food that the thief ever stole. He didn’t mind much, after all, he used to do the same. However, clearly the thief thought they could do more than just steal kitchen scraps because that’s exactly what started happening.

First, it was food scraps. Leftover lunch Zuko would throw away.

Then it was the fruits and bread laying out on the counters in the kitchen.

The thief felt a little bold, so they began stealing trinkets here and there in the palace, some worth merely a meal, others worth the monthly salaries of the palace staff.

Finally, the thief had found Zuko’s room.

Zuko was fed up. First, it was his food, but now it was his personal items? The newly crowned Fire Lord was sitting in his closet, golden eyes peeking through the cracks of the closet door. He was waiting—he had been for the past two hours—for the thief to enter his room. Perhaps there was a better way to catch the thug, but Zuko wanted to see them for himself, and capture the criminal with his own hands. He had been waiting and watching and he was growing more exhausted as it was later in the night, when he saw you.

Covered in head to toe black, he watched you silently climb to pick the lock on his window, and enter. Your face was covered in black, too, and all he could make out was the stunning gaze from your eyes. He watches you silently roam around his bedroom familiarly. You had clearly been here before. It was as if you were looking for something specific. Maybe something you had your eye on already. Zuko watched your figure search the room, and it was dead silent in the room except for the sound of his heartbeat. He watched—no, observed your movements. You had moved around stealthily and expertly; you were experienced. You knew what you were doing.

•••

You noticed the Fire Lord the moment you stepped into his room. How could you not? He wasn’t in his bed when you entered and judging by the way it was still made, you knew he had probably been planning something. You didn’t even try to make an effort to hide your presence; you knew there weren’t going to be consequences. For months you had been overhearing Zuko brush off the palace staff when they brought their complaints about you to him, so of course he wasn’t going to do anything.

Tonight, you were going to look for some sort of jewelry his mother owned. When spying on the servants, you heard he kept her most precious necklace somewhere in his room. It was made of some rare stone that was only found on the palace grounds and nowhere else. Luckily for you, you were a good thief and just so happened to be short on money. That necklace was going to be yours, and all you had to do was figure out where it was.

When you’re searching through his nightstand, you hear an inhale. It wasn’t yours. Your eyes dart to the closet where you heard it, and that’s when you see a pair of amber eyes staring back at you through the cracks of the closet door. His gaze stays on your figure, watching your every movement while he tries to decide what to do in that half-second you make eye contact.

But you’re faster.

You’ve already sprinted to the closet door, practically ripping it off its hinges. You fist up the robe he’s wearing, dragging him out in a single and swift movement. One hand automatically covers his mouth to suppress any noise, while you tackle him to the ground. You pull out a small dagger from beneath your clothes, quickly pressing the sharp blade to his throat. You stare at him from up above his body as you trap him between you, your legs and weight holding him down.

•••

Zuko hadn't had a woman on top of him in God knows how long.

Your hand was forcefully pressing down on his face so hard he could barely make a sound. You were sitting on top of him, a small knife pressed against his throat with harmful intent. Your breathing was steady and controlled, all while he was practically panting from the panic–no, the excitement. Nothing about this situation was sexy, so why was a part of him excited that the mysterious thief was sitting on him threatening him with a knife?

It’s you, he tried to mumble against your hand, but you only pressed the blade into him more forcefully. He held his hands up to make peace; he wasn’t trying to die. Not now, not after he had just discovered that your piercing gaze had him giggling on the inside.

“Not gonna put up a fight?” you sounded like an angel from heaven. He makes an X with his arms, and you remove the knife from his throat. “I only want one thing, Prince Zuko.”

I’m the Fire Lord, was what he tried to mumble against your gloved hand. He wondered if it was soft and nice to hold.

“You scream, and I’ll kill you. Got it?” you promised.

He was still focused on your hand. It was smaller than his; it would for sure be lovely to hold.

But he nodded, and in return, you hesitantly lifted your hand from his mouth.

“GUARDS—”

You had already knocked him out with the opposite end of your dagger.

“What a fucking turd,” you mumbled to yourself as you dragged the royal piece of shit back into the closet. You had gagged and tied up Zuko after knocking him out, and now that would let you carry out your mission in peace. Luckily the guards outside his chambers either didn’t hear him, or he wasn’t loud enough, because they didn’t make a move to enter or check up on him. You were going to find that necklace and sell it off the market, and probably do the same thing a couple of months from now when you run out of money again. Only with a different piece of jewelry.

After searching the room, practically ransacking the entire thing, you were still unable to find it. Every drawer, every surface, every nook and cranny of his stupidly large room was uselessly empty. Although you had stumbled upon other pieces of jewelry, they weren’t nearly as much as his mother’s necklace. Settling with that, you left Zuko in the closet and took off.

The next time Zuko awakened he was parched and tied up. After struggling to escape the tied rope around his wrists, he searched his room for you. Most of the jewelry he had owned was gone, except for his mother’s necklace. Something precious and rare like that had to be hidden. If hidden counts as Zuko just wearing the necklace himself and hiding it under his clothes, then it was hidden.

•••

Zuko hates that you haven’t shown up in weeks.

He also hates that he has noticed your absent presence.

He knows he should be happy about not seeing you. After all, you are a thief and all you were doing was stealing precious valuables from him and the palace. Yet somehow he was beginning to find himself watching his windows at night, and at some point, he had become desperate enough to leave them unlocked throughout the night in hopes you’d visit.

You still didn’t.

Although he hadn’t known you that long or that well, he had understood why you were doing what you were doing. After having to be on his own for a bit in his teenage years, he was able to realize the reality of what you were doing. He had assumed you felt the same way as him in his youth: lost and angry and desperate. Perhaps you had a family to feed. Perhaps it was just you. Perhaps you were just trying to survive, and this was the only way you knew how to do it.

Fortunately for him, his questionable rising feelings for you were ripped from his heart when he heard the news of why you had been gone for so long.

“She was seen harassing some girls by the river.” he had been told.

“She was jailed for a couple of nights for assaulting a group of men in a bar.”

“Not only was she stealing from you, but she has begun stealing from our citizens.”

“The people are scared, Zuko. She is a terror to our towns.”

Zuko knew you weren’t the greatest person to ever exist, but he didn’t expect you to go around assaulting people.

Harassing a group of girls? Stealing from innocent citizens? You were far from kind, and now that it was affecting people besides himself, he knew he had to do something. His people were in danger, and he wasn’t going to let some petty thief get away with assault and battery. He had to do something. His hand automatically came up to touch his mother’s necklace around his neck, knowing the fastest way to get you to come back would be to use that necklace. To sacrifice it.

•••

Sitting quietly on a tree branch as you munch on stolen bread, your gaze follows Zuko, who is pacing back and forth in his room. You knew you hadn’t been on your best game lately. More people were seeing you and there were growing numbers of your wanted posters each day. But you were growing desperate for money. You were aware that Zuko knew; how could he not? But he wouldn’t understand why you were doing all of this. While you’re busy watching his moves, you notice a shiny glint of a certain stone sitting on his chest.

His mother’s necklace.

Of course! You couldn’t find it anywhere in his room because he had been wearing it this entire time. You quickly decide tonight would be the night you’d sneak in to steal his necklace. But how? If he was wearing it the entire time, he would for sure wake up in the midst of you removing it from his body. You could probably knock him out first. Given that he was easy to knock out the first time, the second time shouldn’t be too hard. You bested him before; you could do it again.

After dropping down from the trees, climbing some bushes, and making your way up through walls and vines, you had managed to get to his window.

It was unlocked.

Odd, since it was usually shut tight and locked. But it was unlocked and open and so easy to climb through. Zuko looks asleep, but he could be pretending to be. Was he trying to bait you? Get you to come in because guards were hiding and ready to ambush you? You hadn’t heard or seen anything, and since you had been watching him for a couple of hours, you hadn’t noticed anything. Shrugging, you decide to climb through anyway. You’d be able to fight back. Probably.

You silently land on his rug, walking over to him and standing over his body. His mother’s necklace sat around his neck, the moonlight shining on the precious stone and highlighting it in a beautiful glint. You watch him for a second, and this is the first time you get to look at him up close.

His skin is practically flawless—perfect, even. The soft locks so perfectly frame his face shape and his jawline is so chiseled it could probably cut through ice and—

“Admiring my beauty?” his eyes slightly open, staring up at you.

You panic, rushing to grab your dagger from your side and practically climbing on top of him on his bed. In a split second he’s beneath you, your dagger to his throat once again.

“You look like you enjoy being threatened with a knife.” you spat out with a sly smirk.

“I wouldn’t say I hate it.” he teases, making no effort to resist you.

You press the blade to his throat once more, this time with much more force, and you hear his breath hitch. You weren’t actually planning on killing him; the cleanup would be far too messy. You just wanted to scare him, but he was looking more turned on than he was afraid.

“Do it again,” he tells you. “Come on, don’t be shy.”

“Making jokes when you’re the one in danger? That’s not very smart of you.”

“I’m in danger? Oh, please. Don’t be ridiculous.” he grabs your leg from under, quickly turning the tables as he forces your body to his bed. You find yourself in his position, looking at him. He watches you from above, his long hair barely covering his face. His hands effortlessly pin yours above your head as you struggle against him. He’s pushed aside your legs so he’s fit snug between you and you can’t help but look down. God, what would the guards think if they walked in right now? You toss and turn against his silk sheets as he continues to stare you down, his gaze arrogant and inviting. Stealing your dagger, he tips your chin upwards with the end of it. He leans in closer, his body heat radiating off of him and his chest is practically pressed up against yours.

“So you could overpower me this whole time and only choose to do it now?” you question him. What the fuck was wrong with this guy?

“It joys me to be looking at you on top of me. But the view of you beneath me isn’t too bad either.” his voice is dangerously sweet and if you weren’t trying to steal from him you’d probably try to fuck him instead. With his body on top of yours and with his hips pressed against your own, your mind was beginning to cloud with the thought of taking his pants off instead of that dumb necklace.

“Is that so?” you ask him, raising an eyebrow.

“Turns me on.” he still has your knife on your chin.

“I figured you’d be a freak. Makes me wonder what other weird shit you’re into.”

“You could come and find out.”

“For a price I could.”

“I thought you were a thief; not a prostitute.”

“And I thought you were supposed to be good at fighting. Why have I bested you?”

“That’s simply because I let you.”

You scoff. What the hell was up with this guy? “I bet you don’t even know how to use that. Put it down before you cut my precious face.”

“Oh, I would never do anything to hurt your beautiful face.” he lightly drags the knife against your skin, slowly and teasingly.

“Having fun?” you tease, but you feel yourself swallow anxiously.

“Very much so. I know what you’re here for.” you watch Zuko as he continues to trace your skin with your own dagger. His eyes aren’t looking into yours, but are taking in your body.

“Alright, let’s make this easy then. Give me your necklace and I’ll leave,” you tell him. You were starting to grow more nervous the more he traced your skin with your dagger. Strangely though, you almost liked it. The sensation of the cold sharp metal against your skin was sending shivers of excitement down your spine.

“Have you seen your wanted posters? They’re all over the place.” he ignores your demand with a question.

“They could have drawn me better, but they’ll do.”

“It would appear no piece of art could capture your beauty so well. Looking at you up close and personal, those posters don’t do you any justice.” Zuko leans down, his mouth almost against yours, eyes droopy as he stares at your lips.

You swallow nervously. Being trapped beneath him had you feeling anxious, but somewhere deep down excited. The way he was looking at you right now was definitely not the way you’d be looking at some criminal. He was staring at you like he was about to kiss you.

You shakily exhale against his cheek, and he laughs lightly. Did you have asthma or something? Why were you breathing so heavily? You dare to look into his eyes, and it looks like a fire has been ignited in them. He moves his head so that his mouth is practically on your neck. You tense and shudder at the feeling of his hot breath against your bare skin.

“Is this what you want?” he whispers and his other hand moves to dangle his necklace in front of your face.

“Isn’t that what I just asked for?” you answer sarcastically. Being in close proximity to him was messing with your mind and body.

His robe is lazily draped around his body and his necklace dangles teasingly from his neck. Looking further down his body, you watch his broad chest heave as he teases you.

“It’s going to cost you.”

“You know I don’t have money.”

“It’s not money that I want.”

“What is it, then?”

Zuko smirks, and watching him has you feeling suspicious. Where was he going with this? Shouldn’t he be calling his guards in? You were wanted, and here he was sitting on top of you teasing you with your own knife?

“Kiss me.” he finally tells you. His voice contrasts his expression; he speaks softly, gently.

“Are you fucking crazy? No.”

“I’m the one with the knife.”

“That all you got? Use it then.” you scoff.

Zuko hesitates, considering your statement. “Wouldn’t it be so sad to get stabbed with your own knife?” he smiles sadistically, and before you know it, he’s no longer on top of you. Your eyes widen in surprise as he grabs your hand and pins it to the wall above his bed, your dagger coming down about to stab your hand to the wall.

You react quickly, dodging the stab and tackling him to the bed. Knocking the weapon from his hands, it falls to the floor louder than you thought it would. The heavy metal is obnoxiously loud in the silence of his room, and you both pause when you hear a guard from outside his room.

“Are you alright, your majesty?” it’s one of the guards.

You panic once again, leaning down and pressing your lips against his to shut him up. If Zuko yelled that you were in here, you’d be thrown in jail again. You could handle fighting Zuko, but you probably couldn’t handle it if all his guards came in to fight you.

He stills for a second against your lips, surprised you’re kissing him when just a few seconds ago he was aiming to stab your hand and pin it to the wall like a poster. But he knows you’re just doing it to shut him up, so he pulls away. Or at least, he tries to. But you’re pinning his hands above his head and holding his legs down with yours.

Zuko struggles against your lips, trying to ignore the fact that you’re a good kisser and it’s distracting him from trying to get away from you. He should be pulling away from you; not pushing into you. When he comes to his senses, he manages to break free and scream.

“She’s here! The thief is here!”

•••

When you awaken, you see that you’ve been placed in a dark and dirty wet jail cell. You look up to see Zuko, standing on the other side of the bars, his hands holding on to the cell door as he stares down at you. You notice a glint of metal peaking out from the pocket of his pants. The keys.

“You’re a good kisser, I’ll give you that.”

You ignore him. “What am I doing here?” Looking up at him makes you feel inferior, so you stand up, walking to where he is on the other side.

“Did you forget you’re a criminal? You’ve harassed two young girls by the river, assaulted four men at a bar, and stole from six houses in the area.” he lectures you. “You’re a menace to the town and you’re frightening my people. At first, I didn’t mind you stealing from me, but you’re going after innocent people now, and I will not stand by and let that happen,” he tells you, his voice high and authoritative.

You scoff, did this guy even bother to investigate? “I was telling those girls by the river to fuck off or jump in because they were bullying a girl their age earlier in an alleyway and I saw. I beat the shit out of those men at the bar because they were trying to drug someone’s drink and nobody saw but me. Those six houses I stole from were just their homes. I may be a thief, but I’m not some crazy criminal that goes after innocent people.”

He looks taken aback, his knuckles turning white from gripping the cell bars too tightly. He stares at you, dumbfounded.

“Even so,” he starts. “You can’t take matters into your own hands. We have law enforcement for that. You should’ve reported it. Why did you get involved?”

“Your police officers are trash. That shit show of a place is my home neighborhood, and your uptight officers don’t want to bother policing around because it’s poor. No one else is going to do something, so I did.” you tell him. Not that Zuko needed to know much about your shitty and poor upbringing. He wouldn’t understand anyways; he grew up in a fucking palace.

“I’m working on that.”

“Not fast enough, clearly. If you’re not going to fix the problem of crime, then I will.”

“You can’t fight fire with fire.”

“Well I did and it worked. You wouldn’t know; you’re just a spoiled prince born into the royal family. You don’t know shit about struggle.”

It was like a slap to his face. “You don’t know me,” he snaps, his jaw tightening.

Looks like you've hit a nerve. If Zuko wasn’t pissed earlier, he was definitely pissed off now. You couldn’t understand him at all. First, he stares at you like he wants to fuck you, then he tries to drive a dagger through your hand, then he’s complimenting the way you kiss him, and now he’s looking at you like he’s going to keep you locked up forever.

This man was attracted to you.

And he had no idea how to deal with it.

A smile dances on your lips, feeling cocky and confident you’ve figured him out. He wants you, but he hates you. He hates what you’ve done, but he can’t help but be attracted to you.

“You want me,” you begin, your hand forcefully grabbing the collar of his shirt. You eye his chest; his mother’s necklace is gone. “And you hate it.” you figured maybe you could use the fact that he wanted you to get out of jail. Maybe, just maybe, if you seduced him successfully, he’ll let you go. It was either that or violence.

“What the hell are you doing?” he rasps. His eyes search for yours in the dark in a panic. He is unsure of what to do, unsure of how to react, unsure of what to say. “Why the hell would I want you? You’re a criminal,” he says in disgust. “A thief,” he continues.

“I just told you why I did those things. Can’t you let it go just this once?” you peer up at him, tilting your chin towards him. Your lips hover over his, and if it weren’t for the stupid metal bars between the two of you, you’d have hugged him. You hoped your shit way of seducing him was working at least a little.

Zuko’s eyes draw together in irritation. He was struggling to breathe, the close proximity throwing him off. It was dark, moody, and he could barely make out your face but even so, he was unable to tear his gaze from yours. He wasn’t sure if you were actually feeling him, and his gut told him you were just some filthy liar, but he couldn’t help but begin to feel bad for you. After hearing your explanation for your questionable actions, he was starting to feel that maybe you weren’t just some menacing thief the town made you out to be.

He ignores your question. “You can’t take my necklace this way,” he tells you, wondering if you were pulling this close to try and snatch it from his neck.

“I noticed you’re not wearing it,” you reply, wondering what more you might need to do to get him to slightly lean into you a bit more. “Please, Zuko.” you plead. “I have a younger brother to feed.” a total fucking lie.

His face leans closer to yours between the bars, and when you see in his eyes he’s let his guard down, you make your move. The keys are in one of your hands and the other punches him straight in his face, knocking him down. His body unconsciously slides down the bars as you quickly move to unlock the jail cell door. When you step out, your eye catches the shimmering glint of a stone on the ground. His mother’s necklace had fallen out of his other pocket.

“Fucking idiot.”

•••

She’s a filthy liar.

Zuko told himself that over and over like it was some sort of mantra. He thought that if he said it enough times, he’d eventually believe it. He had been absolutely humiliated by you. He was in utter shock that he let you seduce him, feel guilty for jailing you, feel bad for your supposed horrible life, and knock him out to escape jail.

While he had to begrudgingly admit that you outsmarted him, at least he got you to stop your crimes. It was almost as if you didn’t exist at all. You had disappeared from the Fire Nation completely, nowhere to be seen in nearby towns or cities. When he sent out a search party, they had come back to him with news of your where your home was.

“Burn it down,” he had told his men. “Burn it all down. That’ll get her to come out and give me my necklace back.”

“Are you sure? What about the people?” they were unsure.

“Stage it as an accident. And make sure there is nobody nearby. She took the most valuable thing from me, so I will simply do the same.” he could have totally gone after your brother, but he wasn’t a murderer.

God, Zuko was such a genius for that! You would for sure come marching back into his chambers demanding answers if he showed you that he meant business. And maybe you’d threaten him with a knife again.

God, Zuko was such an idiot for that.

He wondered if you were causing chaos in other places, but if you were, he would have been informed of it. He was unsure how you were living your life until he went back to his chambers that night.

Now that you had stolen his mother’s necklace, Zuko guessed you probably broke it up to sell it in pieces and were probably living quietly off of that money. But if that were true, then it was only a matter of time before you ran out of the money and were going to strike again. He debated if he wanted to send out a search party of his own to capture you, but he didn’t want his citizens to fear you again.

Instead, he merely sent out a search party to figure out your location. You were currently residing with a couple of farmers in the countryside, living quietly as you worked for them in the fields. He thought it was odd that you were working; after all, his mother’s necklace was worth thousands, so you could definitely live off of that for a while. It had only been half a year since he’s last seen you, so realistically maybe you did run out of money.

He wanted to know what you did with his mother’s necklace. Where you sold it, who you sold it to, and when. That was one of the few items he had left of his mother, so he had held onto it like a child holding onto their favorite stuffed toy. And you had ripped it out of his hands like an angry parent. Zuko wanted to keep the whole situation under wraps, so instead of visiting you in person, he figured he’d do it some other way.

•••

“Lin, you have a letter.” one of the farmers handed you an envelope. You had taken a job under a fake name for some random people in the countryside after stealing Zuko’s necklace and running away. After coming back to your house burned down, you had no other choice but to leave. Sitting on some hay bales in the sheds, you tear open the envelope.

I want my mother’s necklace back. Send back with messenger.

Zuko

You scoff. Was Zuko that much of a coward he couldn’t show up in person and demand things with his own voice? He really had to send a whole letter and waste paper? When you didn’t respond, another letter came two weeks later.

I know you didn’t sell it. If you did, you wouldn’t be working for these farmers.

Zuko

and I know you don’t have a younger brother.

So Zuko was watching you, or at least he was having someone do the watching for him. But he was right about you not selling his mother’s necklace. You had stolen it in hopes of making some money off it by selling it on the black market, but after inspecting it further you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

It was something small and insignificant, but you could tell it meant everything to him. There was an engraving on the back of the stone, possibly hand carved by his mother. For My Zuko. You didn’t know much about the royal family, but you did know Zuko very much cared for her. Inspecting the necklace in detail reminded you of your own mother who had disappeared when you were younger. You hadn’t seen her since she disappeared without a trace, as Zuko’s mother did. Although she had left you, prior to that she was loving and caring and did her best to raise you as a single mother.

You hated how his mother’s necklace made you think of your own. It opened a floodgate of emotions you didn’t have time to deal with. As weak as it made you, you didn’t have the heart to sell it. If anything, you were just going to give it back and move on with your life. But when Zuko sent word asking for it back, you knew what would happen if you did.

You’d give him back the necklace and in return, ask to be pardoned for your crimes. He’d probably oblige, and that would be the end of it. You would go back to being a petty thief and he would go back to ruling the Fire Nation. And the two of you would never interact again.

Something about the thought of Zuko no longer chasing after you had you hesitating to give the necklace back. Something about Zuko not being completely afraid of you had you hesitating. Something about Zuko being more intrigued than terrified of you had you hesitating.

You hated it. You hated how he tugged at your heart strings and had you stopping in your tracks and thinking of ways to get him to keep reaching out to you. To keep chasing you.

When you replied to his first two letters with silence, he sent another one a week later.

I apologize for the inconvenience I might have caused you by burning down your house. I didn’t realize that shed made of rotten wood was actually a home to you. Please accept the gold coins included to get you by.

Zuko

Shed? That shed?! Zuko was the one who burned your home down when you thought there was some sort of accident? If Zuko was trying to piss you off, it was working. Your blood was boiling and you felt your rage rising in your blood and all you wanted to do in the moment was hunt him down and punch him square in the nose for doing that to you. Although it wasn’t much, it gave you shelter and kept you dry and warm. You were grateful for it; besides, some people had it worse.

You continued to stay on the farm under a fake name, trying to get by as you planned your next move (you did not have another move) when you received another letter.

The gold coins were for you, not my messenger. Feel free to use them. There is no catch, in case that is what you are thinking. And you do not owe me anything in return except my mother’s necklace.

Zuko

“Got a lover?” the farmer asked as he watched you read the letter.

“No,” the word escaped your mouth too quickly than it should have.

“Friend?”

“Not really.”

“Family member?”

“Nope.”

“Then?”

You paused. You weren’t sure what Zuko was. A lover? Not quite. Besides being on top of him an odd number of times in a short period of time and kissing him, the two of you weren’t in love. Enemies? You did knock him out and he tried to stab a hole through your hand and he did threaten you with a knife and throw you in jail and burn down your house, but—

“Ah, I see it’s complicated,” he told you, his eyes on yours.

Over a couple of weeks, you began to receive more letters from Zuko. Each one grew more desperate than the previous.

It gets quiet here around the palace now that you are gone. It is far too peaceful and I am beginning to crave the chaos you previously brought to my life. I wouldn’t mind if you reintroduced that chaos again.

Forget the necklace for now. Write me back.

Zuko

•••

In case you did not receive my previous letter, I am writing a new one. Your wanted posters have been taken down from the city, and like I told you, they do not do you justice. Perhaps a visit from you and we can redo the posters. Not to hang up again, but only so that I do not begin to think you are a horrendous hag as they make you out to be. You are completely the opposite.

Zuko

•••

I apologize if my previous letter offended you. I do not have a way with words. I only meant to compliment your beauty. Unfortunately, I am unable to describe it with words, so I apologize for not being a poet. The only thing I can think of is how you make me feel when you are trying to kill me with that dagger of yours. My heart stops and my gaze can only follow your actions. It is dangerous. You are dangerous. But I like it. And I miss it.

Zuko

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I do not know how many letters I have sent you. Normally I write them during the day because writing them at night makes me feel unnecessary emotions related to my longing for you. Please respond to at least one. I am getting desperate. So desperate I woke up in the middle of the night to write this one. The moonlight is shining through the window as I write this, and the only thing I can think of is how the moonlight highlights your beauty and how your sharp gaze pierces through my soul every time I gaze into the warm universe that is your eyes.

Please forget about the necklace entirely. I do not need its return. I only need yours.

Zuko

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Zuko is a light sleeper. Any sort of noise, whether it is a footstep or a gust of wind, he can and will wake up. It’s a footstep. His eyes twitch open in annoyance. Why are they opening his window? He had specifically told the servants to stay out of his chambers when he goes to bed, so why are they opening his windows? It’s far too cold and he didn’t need any fresh air–

There are no servants.

Zuko’s body jerks to life, abruptly sitting up and rubbing his eyes to clear his vision. Across from his bed is his window being forced open, a loud gust of wind interrupting him. There is a figure at the window, barely crawling in. Struggling to make it through the entrance, he watches the practically lifeless body stumble through onto his floor before he steps out of bed in a panic.

It’s you.

You’re hunched over on the floor, hand gripping your stomach as blood seeps through your fingers.

“What–” he barely has time to talk as he’s rushing over to you, lifting you into his arms effortlessly as he brings you over to his bed and lies you down. Hurriedly, he shrugs off his robe and presses it down over your stomach. He’s shirtless now, basically naked, but that doesn’t matter. But he did see you look him up and down. “What are you doing here?” he presses down on your wound to apply pressure.

“I–I didn’t know where else to go.” you managed to let out through clenched teeth.

“Who did this to you?” Zuko demanded, his tone of voice high and authoritative.

“I’m fucking bleeding out and you’re asking me that?”

“Put pressure on this. I’ll call my doctor–stay here.”

After rushing out of his personal chambers to wake his doctor up in the middle of the night, he waited outside as they worked on you. It was a fresh stab wound. It wasn’t too deep and didn’t hit any vital organs, but you’d still be in pain when you woke up.

When you wake up, you instantly feel the pain from your stab wound. Your hand automatically moves to your stomach only to feel you’ve been wrapped up in bandages. Blinking, you sit up. A fire is going across the room, it is warm and cozy as opposed to the other nights you’ve spent in here. The other times you’ve been here have been cold and empty, but now it is the opposite.

“Tea?” Zuko suddenly speaks up from the other side of the room. He crosses the floor and hands you a mug. “It’s jasmine.”

Taking a sip, you feel the hot liquid soothe your dry throat. “It’s nice to wake up in a bed rather than a wet jail cell.”

“You wouldn’t have been in that jail cell had you not assaulted me,” he slightly jokes, sitting across from you on the edge of the bed.

He looks rugged, and tired, almost as if he hasn’t been sleeping. He gazes at you, his eyes softened as he watches your movements. He almost looks worried.

“So I suppose I’ll be going back to jail after you let me rest up a bit?”

He ignores your question, only choosing to tug his blanket further up your body in an attempt to warm you up. “Didn’t you get my letters?”

“I did.”

“You didn’t reply to any of them.”

“I didn’t know what to say.” A moment of silence fills the room, and you feel the need to fill it by continuing to speak. “I didn’t sell your mother’s necklace. I still have it.”

“You do?” his eyes light up, hopeful.

“I couldn’t do it.”

“Why’s that?” he ponders as you reach into your pocket to hand the precious jewelry back to its rightful owner.

“Reminded me of my own mother.” you don’t elaborate further.

Zuko seems to sense this because he sets the matter aside with a small and quick nod, opting to watch you instead.

“Here,” you pull the necklace out from your pockets with a trembling hand and reach to hand it to him.

He notices your trembling hand, choosing to close his own hands around yours instead of taking the necklace. His hands feel like a warm embrace that engulf you in safety and warmth.

“Thank you,” he says as he sets the necklace down beside him. “But I’m more worried about you now.”

“After I stole from you and assaulted you?”

“It would seem I’m into women who can kill me.”

He looks up at you through his curled lashes, the soft locks of his hair caressing his face as he stares into your eyes, holding your gaze. “What happened to you?” he whispers gently, leaning closer to you.

It’s intimate, really. He’s in such close proximity it makes your heart beat with anxiety the closer he gets. You’d never noticed this before, but Zuko truly holds such a soft beauty to him it’s hard to look away.

“One of those guys at the bar I beat up. Found me walking on the street alone.” you explain.

“You shouldn’t be out on the streets alone at night.”

You scoff. “Please, you should’ve seen what I did to him.”

“He stabbed you.”

“I stabbed him back. And at least all my bones are nice and intact. His, however, are not.”

A crooked smile spreads across his face. “Impressive.”

There’s an awkward silence and suddenly your mind goes back to the letters that he sent you. Each one grew more desperate the more time that passed and the more you ignored him. You recall each one practically confessing his feelings for you.

Why though? How could Zuko even fall for you? After all you did to him: the stealing and thieving, the assaulting, everything. Yet he confessed through his letters, and you were sure he was about to confess again right now.

“Those letters,” you begin before he can even say anything. “Did you mean what you said in them?”

“Every word.” he confirms. “You don’t believe me?”

“After all I’ve done to you, it’s hard to.”

“You can consider yourself pardoned for your crimes. Happy?” he offers.

“That’s perfect, actually. I was going to dangle your mother’s necklace in front of you and demand to be pardoned.”

“It’s too bad you got stabbed before having the chance to do so.”

“Still hard to believe your feelings though, I’ll admit.” you tell him.

A pause. Then, “Why don’t I show you then?”

The question hangs in the air. The air that’s slowly been filling with the unspoken sexual tension building between you both since you woke up.

“Alright, prove it to me then.”

Zuko simply smiles in response before his lips are on yours. Despite what you thought, his kiss is gentle and you find yourself melting into it. You relax into his touch, into the fingers that find your hair to gently stroke the back of your head with such tender love and care.

You’re out of breath quickly as he pulls away, his lips meeting the hot skin of your neck. You lean back slowly, trying to be mindful of your fresh stab wound.

“Careful now,” he whispers against your neck and you shudder. “Lie down.”

He guides your body so that you are comfortably laying on your back and his lips are at your neck again, leaving hot kisses across your skin. His hands firmly stroke your thighs, squeezing assuredly as he continues sucking and kissing at your skin. You arch into him, wincing at the pain in your stomach before he pulls away.

“Didn’t think a couple of kisses would have you arching your back.”

“Shut up and go down on me.” you demand as you begin to wriggle out of your pants.

“A former criminal telling the Fire Lord what to do? My my, think of the gossip that would go around if word of this got out.” he teases, propping your legs up and setting his hands on your knees.

Zuko playfully spreads your legs open with his hands, stroking the exposed skin. He leans down, leaving a kiss on your thigh. His mouth continues on your skin, leaving kisses and bite marks and you feel yourself softly moaning from his kisses. Your hips slightly jerk up, and in response he gently holds you down with his hands.

Pulling away from your thighs, he runs an experimental lick into your slit, and you feel yourself tremble in arousal. He holds your thighs open as you tense around him, yanking his hair to pull him further into you. You feel him softly laugh in response before he opens his mouth. He slowly and teasingly drags his tongue up your pussy, eliciting a moan from your lips. You gasp when you feel him sucking on your clit, expertly working on it as he gently sucks on it.

You yank on his hair again, and you both moan at the sensation of pleasure running through your veins. You feel yourself heating up as your hips hump his face and his tongue drags up and down your pussy. You feel yourself throbbing, sweat beading at your forehead as he allows you to practically ride his face and pull on his hair.

Something about Zuko letting you have your way with him has you throbbing and tightening around nothing. You whimper breathlessly and you feel him smile in response. He pulls away only for a second to blow cold air against your throbbing pussy, and you feel yourself shudder at the sensitivity.

“Pull away again and I’ll give you a matching stab wound.” you threaten, yanking his hair again to drag him to where he belongs.

“You’re lucky I’m into this.” he chuckles as he gives into your demand, tongue going back to your clit.

You feel his fingers creep up to your slit, teasingly rubbing at your entrance before he slips a finger in. It slips in instantly, your slick wetness coating his finger as he moves it further into you. Your legs wrap around his neck and while he may or may not be able to breathe, you’re not worried about that. He’ll find a way. You enjoy his finger working you with his tongue in your clit, but you need more.

“More.” you demand.

“More of what?” he pulls away and stares at you from between your legs.

“Your fingers.”

“So greedy you are.” he complains, but obliges anyway.

You feel him insert two more fingers and you find yourself riding both his face and his fingers. You let out a moan of pleasure, your chest heaving as you ride closer to your high. You can feel Zuko squirming in his pants and you’re sure he might be uncomfortable, but in this moment you’re only worried about your own pleasure and it would seem he feels the same way.

“F-Fuck,” you stutter, your hands fisting his bed sheets.

“Careful, that’s silk.” he warns you against your pussy.

“Shut up and keep sucking.” you yank him back and he continues.

You continue to rock your hips up into his face as he fingers your slick pussy, fucking you harder and faster as your moans grow more desperate and your hips begin to clumsily rock against his face. He sucks at your clit and adds another finger and that’s when you feel yourself spill over the edge, shuttering and shaking against him as he helps you through your orgasm, fingers slowly helping you through it.

When you’ve come down from your high, he sits up, a visible boner against his robes. “Did you think we were done?” he smirks, wiping his face with the back of his hand and leaning in for another kiss.

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a/n: it’s my one year anniversary of writing on this blog! my next zuko story will not be him as fire lord i’ve written too many fics w him as fire lord, so i’ll switch it up in my next one <3

also nanami from jjk is next if anyone cares (ik i said i’d post levi after but he can wait lmao)

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Im Rooting for You..!

April24th, 2004

a/n: no trigger warnings!! Mostly fluffy!! <333 this was my first attempt at Baji removing his nerd disguise, but it got buried and I forgot ab it!

Before… › here! › After!

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“Say.. Baji,” you said, almost in a whisper.

You’ve been tutoring Baji for about three months now. He was doing well, well enough that he could get by without your paid support. Yet…

Even knowing this, you wanted to stay by his side, and know more about him.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t attracted to Baji. He was gentle, considerate, dutiful, passionate — well, that aside…

You just weren’t ready to part ways. Not yet, at least.

There was just one thing bothering you.

These three months, you felt as though there was a huge part of Baji you still hadn’t met yet. Like he was only showing you a mask of a person.

You wanted to see who Baji Keisuke really was. Behind the thick rim glasses, behind the suppressed persona he claimed to be.

“Why… don’t you drop the act, around me..?” You asked, forced and meek.

You tried to maintain an aura of composure. Baji could sense that.

He picked up on your little mannerisms so easily now. The glasses actually ended up being a blessing, he was soon to realize. You could never tell when he stared at you, or read him quite right.

They kept you curious. He liked that growing curiosity of yours, and wasn’t sure if he was ready to give in so easily.

“What act?” He feigned jokingly, maintaining his composure without neglecting his handwriting over the latest study packet.

You gave your best glare, which only came off as a pout, crossing your arms passive aggressively. “Fine.” You sighed sarcastically, heaving yourself from your seat.

He realized quickly you were packing up for the day. “If you’re going to keep pretending around me, then keep it that way. I’m leaving. ”

What did you mean by that? What the hell made you so mad all of a sudden?

“Leave? I still don’t understand h—“ he tried to weave his way back into your usual groove, but you looked back at him with a somewhat… hurt expression, stopping all brain function he had.

The hell were you looking at him like that for?

“Baji.. I’ve done by duty as a tutor. If…. If that’s all I will be to you, then I …” you said shakily, having to pause a moment to maintain your poise composure.

“If you’re worried about how I’ll react to knowing the real you, please, stop. I want to be your friend. A real friend to you. I don’t want to keep pretending like I don’t notice the way you act differently around me.”

Your face was getting warmer and warmer, the more embarrassing things you were saying.

You weren’t planning to spill your heart out, this type of honesty was beyond your comfort, so why couldn’t you stop?

“Whoever you turn out to be, I would proudly stand beside you. S-so,”

“Wait,” Baji stopped you, voice stern and face completely hidden from view.

Baji knew why he’d kept who he really was from you for so long. He wasn’t a coward, he wasn’t hiding behind a mask because he thought you were shallow enough to shun him.

He was hiding because as soon as you got wrapped up in Toman, your life could be at risk.

Having no way to fight or protect yourself, being associated with Toman would only make you a walking target. Being involved with a gang was unpredictable. Some real sick fucks roamed these streets.

There’s no telling what one miscalculation would result in your inevitable pain.

Emma, Mikey’s own sister, had been held at knifepoint more than once. Attacks against her have been made more than Baji even knew. But no matter what, Mikey was always there to protect her and ensure her safety.

Could Baji say the same? He wasn’t sure if that was a promise he could keep. Baji is protective by nature, but throwing you into that life without giving you fair warning would be cowardly.

It was easier to end what wasn’t meant to continue.

“It doesn’t matter if you accept me or not.” He felt himself fall into poker face, acting harshly neutral. “I won’t let you throw yourself in my life just cause it seems fun. Our crowds don’t walk the same streets, y/n.” He hissed, hardened eyes hiding behind the thick rims.

Baji has never used this tone with you before.

You were bound to be scared of him now, (right?).

“I respect how smart you are, but you’re looking to get yourself killed. I won’t be apart of it.” He said finally, his things gathered and stature towering over you when he walked past you and out the door.

You didn’t even get a word in before he was slamming the door behind him.

It hurt to swallow, but he kept telling himself that he was doing the right thing, keeping you at arms length.

He wasn’t smart. He didn’t stop Kazutora before he made that irreversible mistake— to shoulder so much guilt. Baji hasn’t noticed that the bike shop Kazutora led him to was Shin’s shop. If he was just a little smarter and noticed that obvious thing, he could have saved Shin—- saved Kazutora!

… This is how he saves you, right?

This was fine, this was the intended outcome. Baji could self study from now on.

To hide this gnawing guilt, he buried it deep, deep, deep down.

Toman has a fight tonight after all.

The perfect stress relief.

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Chifuyu had always wanted to be a wingman, and after he realized Baji’s crush on you, he was eager to spring into action. You were innocent and cute, opinionated yet kind. Quick witted and perceptive. Chifuyu knew you were struggling to keep your patience with Baji.

That’s why, when Baji made his dramatic exit, Chifuyu’s snooping-self quickly snuck in to evaluate the damage. And just as he’d guessed, you were left flabbergasted and flooded with frustrated tears.

“P-please wait! Before you judge him too harshly, let me speak!” He stammered. He’d never spoke more than a few pleasantries to you before now, yet there he was, desperately trying to make a case in Baji’s defense.

It took a little explaining, but without giving too much of the situation away, Chifuyu had managed to get you to agree to follow him. He promised on his life that he was trust worthy, and honestly, you believed him.

So that’s how you found yourself in audience of a bunch of thugs gathered for mischief just ahead of you. A long row of motorbikes rangling the boys into formation.

You weren’t sure where to spot Baji, his dead give away glasses being no where in sight. Still, Chifuyu promised that if you kept your eye out for his own blonde bowl cut, you’d spot Baji not far behind.

Before you could get a proper gander, you noticed two thugs from each opposing side came to the middle of the parking lot to speak, before ultimately calling for war.

You had guessed Baji was associated with some kind of shady pass time, as he did have a very intimidating presence, and he often boasting about his excellent skill of martial arts. To think he would put it to use like this was… <3

As you stood watching the scene unfold, you took a moment to consider if your lack of shock at the situation playing out should concern you or not. Were you more desensitized, or impressed….

You were taken out of that train of thought when a deafening roar almost shook the ground you stood. A scream that loud could only be made by a rage filled monster. And rage filled it was, Baji Keisuke’s patience had finally ran out, unable to swallow back that guilt he pushed so far deep. All the vulnerable sides of him he accidentally let you see—- revealed in those rare moment of gentle hand touches and kindness you gave him unconditionally.

He knew Your gentle hands would become soiled before long. His bruised knuckles would start to stain you.

Forgetting about you was for your best interest.

His hair was uncontainable, hair-tie snapping before the fight had even begun. His eyes were piercing and sharp, ferocious and merciless to anyone who met his gaze.

He stood out like a wild beast amongst helpless prey.

Baji wielded a wicked grin that took up most of his face, screaming out insult after curse as his fists broke skin and bone alike. He was ferocious. Unstoppable and feral.

It was normal to run in fear of such a creature, yet you….<33

“Hey hey hey! What’ve we got here?” Sing-songed a delinquent who did not share the same black and gold uniform your classmates had on.

No one noticed this interaction at first, but your shrill shriek seemed to alert others tenfold. It was an unspoken rule that if there’s a girl’s scream, you intervene.

“I don’t recognize that school uniform, what’re you spyin around us for huh? Want in on the action?” The delinquent held you in place between your collar and the wall behind you, his grip harsh enough to rip some of the cloth.

Any do-gooder would easily have stepped in to put the sicko in his place, for pulling an uninvolved girl into a beef like this one, but no one dared move.

Because there was a sick, cold, heavy air that swept the parking lot. A nauseous feeling that made any man back down. Everyone felt it. And Toman knew damn well to get the Hell out of Baji Keisuke’s way.

Chifuyu let out a yelp when he noticed he had pretty much made you a hostage, putting you directly in harms way. But you wanted to see who the real Baji Keisuke was so badly, and Chifuyu didn’t mean for it to turn out like this— and no amount of reason would spare Chifuyu from the beating he was sure to receive once Baji learned the truth of how you ended up here in the first place.

But with having no further context, Baji’s intense rage was fueled with worry for your safety. ‘Why the hell is she here? Did she follow me or something?’

Baji spat, dead focus not leaving your squirming form. The way you squirmed in the offenders grasp seriously made him feel like puking. The way your eyes desperately darted around to look for him broke his heart. So helpless, so scared… Any bit of restraint he had left suddenly no longer existed.

“Baldys got a death wish, eeeehhhhh?!” Baji graveled his most intimidating roar as the distance became shorter and shorter, reaching your side at sound-breaking speed.

Before the bold delinquent who had a hold on you could react, he was already being slung backwards. Gravity corrected you quickly, and you hissed when your knees met the ground below. Baji’s attention was solely focused on killing this stupid sack of shit.

Chifuyu came following after, helping you to your feet as you stare in awe. “C-come on, let’s get you somewhere safe-“ he tried guiding you toward an escape route, but you refused.

You remained rooted in place while you watched Baji wail on the poor guy. The force of his punches shook the offending delinquent’s whole body, head to toe. Punch after punch, his fists grew bloody.

Minutes passed, and the man before you had long lost consciousness. Still, Baji’s assault remained uninterrupted.

Surely he had lost feeling in his hands by now. The skin on his fist couldn’t even be identified as skin anymore, painted and dripping red.

You knew that when that block head was lost in thought, like he was now, you could never get his attention with words.

When you would study together, and he’d all but forgotten your presence, the only way to get his attention…

So, unfaltering, you laid one hand along the back of the blood stained monster protecting you. Without fear, you gently wrapped your other hand around his wrist. Immediately he froze.

The night was silent. Your lone whisper broke the tense atmosphere. “Baji,”

Finally getting his attention, Baji slowly turned his head to look you face to face. Eye to eye.. as though it really was for the first time.

Damn the ‘love at first sight‘ troupe. Baji called bullshit since preschool. But there was no better way to describe the unfamiliar feeling growing in his stomach.

Your expression was angel-like. Smile as kind as the heavens, moved with emotion. Looking him in the eye for the first time was also sending you into a vulnerable state. It was so pleasant feeling.

Baji couldn’t move, couldn’t breath, couldn’t think. You were literally stealing the breath out of his lungs.

Were you getting closer? Why did it feel like one side of his face was being cradled? Wait, were you—-

Your body moved on it’s own, unable to restrain yourself, until the very last second.

Baji could feel the gentle sigh of your breath against his lips, any sudden movement could mean life or death. He took a sharp breath in, but by the time he gathered his bearings, you weren’t kissing him like he thought you might, not on the lips at least.

Your lips gently rested on his sweat and blood stained forehead.

You parted, created distance shyly, and tried to glare at Baji. But it was impossible.

“I like the way you fight. Give it your all, Keisuke. You have to do well on tomorrow’s test, s-so try not to hit your head too much.” You quickly lectured, softly punching his shoulder, before awkwardly backing away. Grossly aware of your surroundings now, having All eyes on you was not a good feeling.

“U-um, anyway..! I’ll be rooting for you, s-so don’t lose!”

Baji hated thinking about his future.

But god. Damn.

He did know one thing.

You would be the death of him.

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shdo-xplosion · 1 year

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11. 💙 QUID PRO QUO - k. bakugou

power imbalance, manipulation, coercion, forced blow job. this actually turned a little darker than i planned, so sorry! in fact, to be safe, i’m going to call this non-con.

@touyatodorokislut’s event ask!

Doing this right behind the police station probably isn’t a great idea, but Bakugou can’t help himself, especially with the threat of never running into you again hanging over his head.

You’re so cute, still visibly shaken by the attempted villain attack that Bakugou had saved you from. He was only too happy to go to the station with you after all was said and done, give report to Tsukauchi while reassuring you that you were safe. It was all over.

Little did you know the plans he had for you. Or the hard on he’s been hiding since picking you up off the ground and carrying you to safety.

He can’t remember the last time he’d felt such a primal attraction to someone so quickly—without knowing anything about them. But something about you has him short of breath and hot all over.

So he ushers you into the alley after the report is written up, sweet talks you for a little bit, and then lowers his voice.

“That rescue was pretty taxing, ya know. Kinda feels like you owe me one.”

You laugh quietly, but Bakugou can tell you’re nervous. Whether it’s because of the attack or the dark or him looming over you, he’s not sure.

“Yeah, I don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t shown up,” you admit. “If I could tip you for saving me I would, but…”

“You don’t gotta give me money,” he snickers.

“Well, I’m a pretty good cook!” you try. “I can drop off some food at your agency, make you and your sidekicks lunch for a few days?”

Fuck, you’re adorable. And naive. It makes Bakugou’s dick twitch.

“Nah, that’s okay. We all stay pretty well fed.”

You blink at him, apprehensive when you ask, “what… what can I do for you then? As a thank you…” He thinks you have a vague idea of where this might be going, so maybe you’re not as innocent as he thought.

“Nothing much. Just help me unwind after a long shift.”

You gulp. He smirks.

“I, um… I don’t really know what…”

Bakugou takes a step toward you, his voice all gravel when he suggests (more like commands), “how ‘bout you get on your knees for me?”

Your eyes are wide, a glimmer of fear lighting them up brighter than any of the street lamps.

“Come on, sweetheart. I’ll make it quick.”

“But, I—my boyfriend…”

“He doesn’t have to know. And remember… you owe me,” he grins, slowly beginning to unbuckle his belt.

Bottom lip trembling, you stare at him for a little longer as if you can change his mind with nothing more than a look, but when Bakugou doesn’t budge you nod to yourself, take your cardigan off to lay on the asphalt, then kneel on it. Smart. Your knees will be bruised, but at least they won’t be bloody.

You wet your lips when Bakugou pulls his throbbing cock free, and when he guides his tip into your waiting mouth he can feel that it’s dry with panic. Doesn’t matter. One sudden thrust just a little too deep makes you gag, saliva immediately pooling into your mouth.

“There we go, that’s a good pet.”

Tears are already gathering at your waterline, falling when Bakugou starts moving his hips. He puts a rough hand on the back of your head to hold you in place so that he can set his own pace. He alternates between shorter thrusts that make the ridge of his cock pop in and out of your lips, putting pressure just where he likes it, and fucking deep enough for his tip to slide into your tight throat.

You feel so good, muscles constricting when you gag on his length. Drool leaks from the corners of your mouth, dripping down your chin. The sound is what’s really getting him off, though, the lewd schlick schlick like music to Bakugou’s ears. In and out, in and out, harder, faster—he’s using both hands to hold your head now, hips pistoning as he feels the white heat growing inside of him.

“Feel so good, taking my cock like a pro,” he grunts. Pro is a loose term, though. You’re struggling just like everyone else does, shoulders heaving with gags every time he pushes in too deep. Your whole face is drenched now, spit and tears and Bakugou’s own pre he keeps wiping on your lips.

“M’about to cum,” he warns. “You gonna be good an’ swallow for me? Be my biggest fan, yeah?”

He holds your head tightly as he climaxes, groaning and shoving his cock deeper into your throat. He can feel you try to pull back, but he won’t let you, and he feels your throat tighten around him as you’re forced to swallow.

“Good, good, drink it all, baby.”

And, you do. Every last drop until Bakugou is spent. He pulls out of your mouth with a huff, falling back against the wall as you scramble to your feet.

After you wipe your face as best you can, you glare at him and spit, “do me a favor and never save me again.”

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#doves welcome event ✿#bakugou smut #bakugou x reader #tw coercion #bnha x reader #tw dark content #tw noncon

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atxxzist · 10 months

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broken | c.s (11)

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pairing: choi san x reader

word count: 5.5k

warning: u alr know

a/n: went off the radar 4 a while only to pull 5k out of my ass. pls give me all the constructive criticisms <3

you were glad to have lost him in the crowd, hiding behind the shoulders of people until your ride showed up and took you back to the dorm--though that was probably a mistake on your part.

because when there's a knock at the door, you know it's him.

you also know you shouldn't open it; shouldn't allow him back in because there's no reason to hear him out.

but a part of you, so hurt by what he did--the scene still playing in your head and the image of it just as painful as the first time, it feels like there's a brick sitting on your chest whilst trying to catch your breath--that you just need some kind of consolation, even if it comes in the form of predictable lies and a bigger inevitable heartbreak.

want him to tell you that it was a mistake, that she was the one who threw herself onto him; that he never meant to hurt you... even if it wasn't a mistake and though he didn't mean to hurt you, he wasn't thinking of you.

"what?" you try to sound angry, maybe even a little bored to hide the fact you cried the entire ride here.

he stands tall outside your room but look the smallest you've ever seen him, dark hair falling over his eyes and speaking in a shameful voice, "can i talk to you?"

you sulk at that, a click of your tongue and turning around to go sit at the edge of your bed with arms crossed, as if there could an explanation for why he was all over someone else when you weren't there.

his hands gripping her hips and face in her neck the way only he's allowed to do to you.

"i promise that her and me are just friends," he says, shutting the door behind him and settling down beside you, but you're so upset and hurt, his leg just slightly brushing yours sparking a reaction like never before, you have to scoot over and put on some kind of distance.

“we’re…” he drags his words before finishing it off, “friends.” a smile settling on him after that makes you feel so sick–whether it’s from how attractive he still looks or how the answer brings out so many other questions.

“friends?” you reiterate like you’re in denial.

“yeah, friends.”

“do friends sleep with each other?” kiss each other, visit one another and spew such sweet, blush-inducing words that conjures up butterflies?

“some friends do.”

when you finally spare him a glance, you have to keep from giving in just at the guilt all over his face and that he actually came after you. but you're fast to renounce immediately when you see that dark, stained mark on his neck again staring back like someone hitting the replay button on your misery once more.

then all that comes out are just cold and bitter words said in the most unamused tone, san even thinks you sound sarcastic.

"she's a friend, i'm a friend, what's the difference?"

the harshness stuns him, though, what else did he expect? because even someone sweet and forgiving like you has a breaking point when pushed too far.

"you're not just a friend, y/n. you're--"

"i'm what?"

you await his answer, possibly a lie that will make you feel better and more special compared to every other girls he messes with. but the disappointment when he remains silence is strong, it consumes you completely.

"well, i'm sorry i ruined the night for you. i finished most of my assignments and just thought maybe we could hang out, but looks like you already got company. so truly, i'm sorry."

"don't say that."

"why not? it's true though. you were occupied when i got there."

"stop staying that!"

the volume picks you up from the seat, his delivery could've fooled anyone that it was just a blind accusation. but you realize; take in, that san doesn't like his own fuck-ups being thrown in his face. no one really does.

"look, i'm sorry. really sorry," he tries again, voice softer, attempting to calm you; calm himself.

but after everything, after building up your trust and filling your fragile heart with so much hope, all he can offer is a sorry. no lies or consolations because none of it was a mistake.

you suddenly feel like it's getting much harder to breathe, the brick on your chest multiplying by a million and cutting the airway.

"y/n?" san calls, his once shameful face turning concerned. "are you okay?"

but you certainly don't feel okay, and you honestly haven't for a long time. if ever. and every episode in the same fashion is a reminder of that.

"it's fine," you manage to let out, a bittersweet smile on and a response that san can't read into. "you didn't do anything wrong."

this isn't a relationship--a proper one at least, and he isn't your boyfriend. the hardest pill to swallow is he didn't have to come after you, didn't have to apologize... because a truth even harder to digest, is that he doesn't owe you anything.

but you can still hurt from it; allow the pain to settle in as if everything he's done with you is only exclusive to you and him. only you can kiss him, mark him, and his hands should only be on your hips. not anyone else.

and you do. you hurt from it so much, tears streaming down your cheeks so quietly but the sight such a sore to watch, san's not sure what to say to make it better.

can he even make it better?

there's nothing to clarify and nothing to add. you very clearly saw everything for what it was: he replaced you, just like that. and the sickest thing is that he did it so mindlessly like it's a habit. because that's what he does.

he didn't think you'd take it this hard, or maybe he was just hoping he wouldn't get caught because breaking you is easy... he's done it before, but he's afraid this is the worst, yet.

"y-you should go," you say suddenly, picking your head up to san's wide eyes staring back at your puffy red ones before you swipe your runny nose.

"i..." he fidgets, "i can't go right now. not with you like this."

he can almost laugh at the absurdity, the irony of it all when he's the reason you're in this state right now. he understands the absolute ridiculousness but he really can't go; leave you like this.

a shake of your head is what you give, along with a tight-lipped smile although the tears are starting to sting and it's still not any easier to breathe.

"go. i'll be fine."

"no."

you wish for once to understand san, what goes on inside his head and how he makes his choices, because no matter how much you find out about him, it seems you never really truly know who he is.

he will say one thing and then does another; do this then tell you that. hurt you then feel bad about it, like he never really means anything.

san confuses you.

and you also wish you're not so weak-hearted to let him stay by your side once more as if he's not capable of hurting you again.

the week has been tense, something unpleasant always in attendance when you're with san, even if he's trying his best to brush it off; ignore it, put a smile on his face and act as if it doesn't bother him, too.

as if the week before, he didn't nearly send you into a panic attack and the sight continuously ingrained in his head, it might've scarred him just a bit.

but you're honestly still not used to it--san actually staying around and constantly checking up on you to make sure everything's okay after what happened.

it's odd he actually gives a shit, but even odder you're starting to recognize the pattern of lovebombing every time he fucks up and you can't even find the willpower to be genuinely upset. maybe just a little tired at this point, but still going along to see where it will take you, a gut feeling that the end is near.

"what are you working on?" san's voice makes you jump, turning the laptop the other way immediately in a panic. moments ago, he was still occupied in his own world, you were so sure he wouldn't be interested in your exciting school works.

"just fixing up my draft for a class," you tell him, having to move the laptop even further when he tries stealing a glimpse again, a loose giggle escaping from his lips at the expression on you.

"what's wrong? don't want me to see it?" he raises a brow teasingly.

"it's just a silly little story," you dismiss, "full of mistakes and a lot of corrections that needs to be made."

"i'm sure it's not that bad. but anything from you, i'll read."

a charming smile rests on him and with words like a spell, you have to keep it together; remind yourself that this is the man who had hurt you and no matter how sweet or convincing he is, there's a chance he's gonna do it again, every seconds spent with him constantly in alert ever since, that if you can hardly say no, you can at least keep from showing any amount of joy or satisfaction around him.

"maybe next time."

he just nods lightly and backs up.

"whenever you're confident enough."

it's all so eerie, you might as well preferred when he treated you like shit instead. it's just unlike san to be so lenient, the offer to hang out having came from him when you had made clear he didn't have to because you would be leaving for work soon anyways.

but he was eager about staying regardless of how short the visit would be, it's hard to be touched when you're not at all convinced it's out of sincerity.

"i have to get ready for work." you close the laptop and search the room for materials you have prepared.

san twitches in his seat and swallows down before speaking.

"i'll come pick you up?"

freezing in your spot at that, you turn to him and shake your head.

"no, it's fine. i'll take a cab home like i always do."

the jab is subtle but san doesn't miss it, a look of shame and guilt on him, but he's fooled you one too many times, you can hardly believe anything anymore.

"please, y/n," he pleads, desperation overriding his features as he stands up and hovers over you, "i don't mind. as long as you let me."

as long as you let me. as if all this time, you weren't waiting for him to do his part; the only thing finally pushing him to act upon it now is when he has to.

"if you want," you give in, and he can tell it's only because you're in a hurry, the cold shoulder unlike anything he's ever experienced before. he can't say he doesn't deserve it, but it's definitely out of place coming from you.

it's also out of place he's even trying to make up; console you, everything of which he usually doesn't do, but he feels he owes you that at the very least... or maybe he's just not ready to let it go, yet.

the comfort, your presence, and the things you do for him. he don't want to let go of how easy everything is with you, he wish for it to last just a little longer despite knowing how it will end, but he is so, so selfish.

"i'll be there."

"wooyoung's party is tonight," you initiate during the third time he's picked you up after a work shift.

"so?" he shrugs.

"you're not going?"

"no."

"oh..." you sigh, slouching in the seat and looking out the window of his car. "if you want to, you can. you're not obligated to--"

"--can we please not talk about that?"

about the very thing that lead you two into the current predicament, no longer in each other arms and staring into the other's eyes lovingly, but with a gaze always so tense and uncomfortable that he's too responsible for.

"san, you don't have to do this. we're not even dating, and i... i don't really care about it anymore," your voice tapers out at the end, so utterly weak, you can't even carry a lie to the last breath because you definitely do still care, and it definitely still hurts like it's the first time.

but to be treated like a responsibility; an obligation he's bind to and have to act upon--it just doesn't sit right. you've already spent way too long being nothing but a burden.

"even if you don't care about it anymore, i feel bad, okay? that was awful of me to do, and i really want to make it up to you. i hurt you, i know i did."

it would be easy to go along with it, the fact he's even trying at all when the relationship is nameless; lacking of label--you should even be grateful to an extent. but the weight is harder to shake off, and every second with the conflict brewing makes you feel as if doom is coming and you're about to burst.

you don't say anything, only merely glancing out the window again to find some form of peace because even the subject is starting to wear you out at this point.

"i won't be attending any more of those parties," he speaks up after you're quiet for too long; the statement making your head snap to him.

"huh? you know you don't--"

"--i know i don't have to, but i wan't to, so please don't try to convince me otherwise."

and maybe the you before he went and fucked up the very last bit of faith you had left in him, would've been moved. but as of currently, you're all too aware of his intentions.

pushed to the edge and the trust in him nearly gone, he understands it will never be the same again. he just wishes even if for the last time, to be in your good grace, because though he doesn't want to let go yet, he don't know for how much longer he'll be able to stay.

the clock is ticking and the distance between you and him is growing more and more.

it would be a lot less painful if he stops everything here; save you the heartbreak and tears that are going to come, but again, he really is such an opportunist, always taking and never giving.

it's poor and tasteless to say that's just how he is, but it's the truth... so he throws himself down; stripped of dignity and pride, and all just for you... for the first and possibly, last time.

"goodnight," he whispers, voice soft and trying to light up the mood before the end of the night, because your eyes are nothing but dead.

"goodnight." it sounds almost like an inaudible and uninterested mumble, the life on you completely different from his.

the both of you just stare at each other, as if waiting for the other person to finally say the last call and end what would usually be a kiss and maybe bodies tangled together in a heated session, but now more like two acquaintances trying to make the best out of the situation.

"are you free tomorrow?" he asks, trying his very best.

and you suppose you've had far too many chances to make things right; lessen the pain and end what is already dead, but the undeniable truth is no matter how much you preach... you're also afraid to let go, if not, more than him.

"yeah."

"is that another story you're working on?" his voice rings in your ear, making your nervous eyes twitch to him.

"san!" you nag, and he only giggles in return, backing away from the screen before you're able to push him yourself.

"what? i just want to see." he shrugs.

"well, keep your eyes away." you nearly roll your own, huffing before switching to another tab.

"is it that bad?" the teasing tone is evident, prompting another glare from you.

"it's not a story. just something for my class."

"hmm," san hums, nodding, "when you said you were free, i didn't expect to be sitting on the side while you finish up class assignments."

"well, when i said free, i meant i'm not going anywhere."

"right." he nods sarcastically, "we should do something."

"like?"

"like going out, or if not, we can watch a movie of your choice, if you want something explicit like last time, i'm fine with that too." he smirks, and you have to hold back from overreacting.

"whatever," you dismiss quietly, handing the laptop over to him.

"you pick. i don't really have anything in mind right now."

but it's a mistake, because instead, san clicks on the document you were working on; the surge of panic making you pry the device from him harshly but he's a fighter, tugging even harder.

"san, if you don--"

with another jerk, you're pressed up against his chest and staring into those coy eyes you're all too familiar with, conjuring up butterflies that's been so long, you almost forgot how he made you feel, with his handsomeness and smile that's too easy to fall into.

he smirks before stealing a kiss to your cheek, releasing the laptop as you fall back gently while the blush crawls out.

"sorry," he says cheekily, but you know he doesn't really mean it.

you attempt to fight the smile at the tip of your lips, biting down to conceal as much as possible, san thinks it's extremely endearing.

it's also been way too long since he's kissed you, and seeing the first genuine reaction in such a long while, nothing reminiscent of hatred or bitterness does make him feel a certain way.

it's only supposed to be dinner at san's place (at first). he invites you and says he wants to do something for the weekend, and it's not like you're going to decline when he's doing everything--as well as picking you up.

it's always casual at first; conversation, gestures, and everything.

you're starting to lose the edges a bit ever since that day, san witnessing more smiles than frowns and you don't look like you completely hate him, so he thinks, maybe things can be good again.

his apartment always feel homey, though you don't always feel welcomed every time... it is very nicely decorated.

roaming the interior and everywhere you guys have been before, you have to keep from really thinking too much; close out the thoughts of who else he brings here and where exactly he kissed them.

rather than forgiving san, you just kind of became... numb to it all.

the reminder isn't as frequent, but every time you do remember, the hit is still sharp and you'd have to catch your breath, but you've just gotten better at acting like it doesn't bother you anymore.

when the aroma from the kitchen finally settles in, it knocks any other thoughts out of your head and becomes the primary focus as you start sniffing the air.

"let me set everything up," san speaks from behind, walking past you to get to the kitchen.

and it starts like that. a nice dinner at his much smaller kitchen island filled with soft laughters and a genuine interest for each other, it's everything you envisioned if things were right.

when he offers some soju, you don't drink too much as the taste of alcohol in general still something you're not used to, but you drink enough to get tipsy.

enough to loosen up and not feel completely like yourself, but also not enough to still know that when san crashes his lips against yours, it's all kinds of wrong that only feels right in the moment.

the one that you will come to regret once you're sober enough and really think. but maybe your life is as messed up as it is because you never really do, always drawn to temptation over logic.

san is going to be your biggest downfall and he won't be the only one at fault.

you kiss him back and throw both arms around his neck, the slight flavor of the drink he had still lingering and you don't miss the scent that comes along with it as he manages to pick you up and throw down your body onto the couch.

you miss the way he feels on your skin, and he misses your skin on his lips, which is why the first kiss delivered to your neck is the only gentle one before he loses himself.

what comes after that is cliche and obvious.

it doesn't feel right but it does feel good. both of you panting and trying to catch your breaths as he snap his hips into yours and gets a curse out of you.

"oh fuck..." you bite down your lower lip and your nails only digs deeper into the skin of his back at the sensation.

so you sleep with him that night, the shame only hitting when the morning sun rises and you awake to his bare chest pressed against your back and his arm wrapped around your waist.

he's still sleeping and he's absolutely beautiful as always.

you wonder, aside from breaking a foolish girl's heart over and over again, what kind of things has san managed to get away with just because he's as mesmerizing as he is.

it would be easy for someone like him.

but shame can only do so much and last for so long before you submit to temptation again and sleeps with him a few more times after as well, just because he's good at pretending you mean something to him, and you're all too good at self destruction and fooling yourself that when he stayed all those nights with you until morning, it's because of something else and not what you already know.

the park is quiet; empty, not a single soul in sight other than you and the boy who came along as the small talks take you both in under the moonlight.

"have you always liked writing?" he asks, and you can't help the scoff that leaves, because when did choi san become so invested in mindless hobbies and things you do to pass time. or in this case, something you still haven't quite grasped that still feels much like a chore because it is tied to a class in the first place.

"no." you shake your head, walking along the narrow path as the summer breeze rustles the branches of the trees.

"i only recall slightly that you like computers."

"kind of. yeah," you confirm short and simple, not about to have that conversation again about why it wasn't meant to be.

san is selfish, in the most vain and obvious fashion that doesn't take a genuis to figure out. you believe he knows so himself and holds very little shame from the fact.

eventually, his mask will unveil and it's not like he ever tried hard enough to hide it because you're also selfish in your own ways.

you may not be calculating like san is, but to have keep him around this long and to say it's not because of your own stupid desires and wants would be a lie.

that you also don't use him to fill the hurt and emptiness in your life, chasing after him so hard because he's the closest to the kind of love you've always wanted.

because if you weren't, you would've let him go.

someone like san won't ever be able to love you, and even if he did, how long would it be until he realizes the commitment to one person is all too much and gets bored?

even now, you wonder if he enjoys the time with you at all. because who would rather hang with you than be out at an obnoxious party? but he can still offer temporary relief, and that's awful of you to say, but he was the first to be selfish and will continue to be until the last breath of the 'relationship' so why can't you also?

time seems like it's closing out and you're not sure how much longer the two of you can play pretend before the inevitible shows itself.

"what about you?" you perk to him, blinking your lashes charmingly. "you talked of dancing and performing before, so how come i've only heard about it once?"

a half scoff half laugh escapes from him and turning his attention to the path instead like you just asked a ridiculous question.

"well, i kind of already told you why, but i just don't got much passion for it nowaday."

“i’m not sure,” is all he says, a small sigh of disappointment escaping from you that goes unheard. “i wanted to major in dance and performance, but…”

“but?”

“but i can’t make a living or lifestyle out of it. so i didn’t.”

"i remember. but if you considered it, the passion must had been there once upon a time."

"oh yeah, definitely."

you hesitate for a second, but there's not a lot to lose at this point.

"i'd love to know, if you don't mind telling me."

it takes another couple of steps, but he does answer with very little objection much to your surprise.

"wooyoung got me into it, believe it or not."

"wooyoung was in on it, too?"

"yeah." san laughs. "i was an even worse dancer before i met him. but yeah, was in some sort of club or group for it in high school and we performed at some school events, but that's pretty much it. nothing really worth calling back to."

"no, that's great. it takes a lot of courage to go up there, cause i wouldn't have had the guts. i think i would pass out."

"oh, i know," he teases, and you shoot an unserious glare his way.

"and what about wooyoung? did he go into performance?"

san shakes his head.

"nah. undecided also, but i don't think he's stressing out too much about it. from his parents alone, he would be able to land a sweet job even if he got kicked out."

you nod, a snarky smile on your lips.

"yeah, true."

rich kids and their privileges.

after a few more strolls in silence around the area, san suggests taking a break from walking, both of you plopping onto the bench with tired breath puffing into the air.

it's your first time at this park, but it's not too big and has a nice amount of benches, but more so, the location is convenient because it's a good distance from the dorm which means less chance of your friends finding out.

"dance for me," you demand out of thin air, san turning to meet your gaze a few seconds before a laugh tumbles out, thinking you're most likely joking.

"i'm serious." you sit up and adjust your shirt slightly.

"it's been almost an entire year since i last danced to anything, i'm rusty now."

"so? i want to see. come on," you continue to urge, scooting even closer because then, he might give in.

"this is ridiculous. you're going to make fun of me."

you shake your head, desperate to prove the sincerity.

"i won't. i know you'll do great."

he lets out a defeated sigh before getting up with a "fine" and sees the biggest smile of the night on you.

"but you owe me something in return, too." he points finger and you wave it off.

"sure..." pulling your phone out, you look up to ask, "so what song?"

"uh... exo... overdose?" it's been a while to be fair, and san usually isn't one to hold things in memories, no matter the importance. short term or long term.

the song starts and he nods to the music, a few movements here and there trying to recall but he's struggling a bit, you can tell, unable to help the giggle that comes out because the sight is endearing.

"skip to the chorus."

and you do, eyes trained on him without detracting and watching as the recollection seems to creep up, his execution still a little jumbled and he doesn't look like he's 100% confident, but you know you've never seen anyone moved like that in your lifetime.

not that you know anything about dancing or whatever, but you've definitely never met a dancer, so to see someone work their body and move it so effortlessly, you're impressed for sure.

san doesn't even realize the chorus's over until you start clapping, the muscle memory just naturally leading him to the next beat.

it's been a while since he's moved like that and the sense of comfort that comes from it is weird, but welcoming in a way. it was quite fun, he thinks.

you're still clapping when he sits down again, the thin smile on you eventually turning into something more.

"you said you're rusty but you did so good! you even remembered it!"

"bleh," he dismisses, detaching from your gaze to stare out at the emptiness in front, "just muscle memory."

your next set of compliments blurs into muffled voices for him at the same time conflicts run round in his head, snapped back when you bring up, "want to stay over? yuna said she won't be back until morning."

it's the longest he ever takes to say a short and breathless, "yeah..." walking back with you to the dorms but feeling like a completely different person, it's frightening the way he just flip flops emotions, it raises the hair at the back of your neck from what you thought was a harmless and even entertaining situation.

but san seems to have taken it otherwise because the silence is anything but comforting, you fear this is it.

you unlock the door and settle your things first, your shoulder just barely angled his way when san annouces he's going to take a shower.

when you imagined the end, you think of a screaming match; at each other's throats and just absolutely the ugliest way possible. but this just might be worse... it's always worse when it comes unexpected.

but unexpected is such a loose term at this rate, because between you and san, there is so much hurt and so many unspoken wounds beyond repair from all the chasing.

you're so broken and san is not good for you, but for your own selfish desire, you wish he would stay, even if for one more night.

when you're near asleep from all the waiting, your heavy eyes failing to keep focus on the wall, the sound of the door creaking followed by footsteps until his chest is against your back gives you the biggest sign of relief, it's quite pathetic.

that he's going to stay and whatever came over him was just momentarily and you're all too good at overthinking.

you let sleep take over, hopeful that when you wake up, he will still be next to you.

san thinks that if you ever allowed yourself to think you're worse than him even once, you're absolutely out of your mind--which, you are, because he don't doubt you've thought of it.

you're quite skilled at leading the fault back to your own.

but if you're the one to pull the gun out, he would be the one to pull the trigger. and if you were to ever commit a crime, he would be the mastermind behind it.

if you're selfish, he will always be more selfish than you.

when he gets so much more than what he bargains for, coming to the realization over and over again that it's not good to recognize your touch and lose himself in your smile, he wants to run again. the way he always does.

it's how he handles unwanted emotions and practically anything not on his fucking list.

he will start something on impulse and trying to make up to you was definitely that, and it will end the same way.

he started this with you for all the wrong reasons and now, it's way past the due date.

you wake to very little light in the room, tossing lightly to gain your conscious, but heart suddenly dropping when you can sense the cool air of nothingness gliding against your back.

back that you thought would've been protected by a certain boy. but when you finally turn around, the worst pain yet hits you right in the face.

the space next to you is empty, and all there's left of san is a note taped to the side of the nightstand that you can only faintly see, but know every letter to.

'i'm sorry'

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Why Boom Still Can’t Get Buffy Right

My love for the Buffyverse is concrete but it has its limits. Yesterday I had a very unpleasant experience finishing yet another unimpressive Buffy run, courtesy of Boom Comics. It’s always disappointing to me because Buffyverse has so much potential and untold stories. It’s a goldmine that is constantly held back and simply can’t find its footing in the comics medium. Why is that?

Boom’s been rather relentless in trying to make Buffy work. Several years and runs later, there’s still no big WOW story that can attract readers and viewers alike. Not just that, but even seasoned buffy fans don’t seem very interested in continuous attempts at rebooting the Slayer tale. You can blame the word reboot (it does tend to scare people) but the real reason is still Boom’s inability to deliver a good captivating story.

Boom had tried reinventing Buffy, sending her back to school, developing alternate realities and futures. But in every iteration, Buffy and the Scooby Gang were plagued with the same mistakes over and over again.

Hey, I’m not sure what I am, so bear with me here

The characters from Buffy are some of the most well-developed characters out there. Each one has a point of origin, a story, and a final form. We love them because we know them. And we know them extremely well.

Let’s take the fan-favorite, Spike. We’ve seen his whole afterlife and even bits of his life. We know how he became William the Bloody, then Spike, a neutered vampire, and finally, an ensouled champion. We know how, and more importantly, we know why.

I’d hate to throw in one more why but there is a reason Spike exists in the show, and we know it.

When you read Boom comics, it feels like writers stick him into every arc just because they like him. He brings nothing to the story, he has no soul or chip yet chooses to join the scoobies. That does not look like the Spike we know. That guy was in s2-s4, not s5-s7. That’s the guy from School Hard or the one who got the Gem of Amara and happily marched to kill Buffy.

But there’s nothing stronger than the author’s desire to make things ‘right’. Hence this spike lookalike joining the team every time.

The funny part is, I can very well imagine a soulless chipless Spike who’s not a monster. If Dru sires him and never sees him again, if she never introduces him to Angelus, if he keeps on writing his bloody awful poetry only forever. He probably would’ve turned out like that poor librarian guy whose glasses Dru broke or like Harmony who still tried to be decent. But it’s the writer’s job to explain it, to write it into the story, not just throw a character into a book and see whether they swim or go down. They will always go down.

Spike is only one of the issues here. In the show, both Kendra and Faith exist to show us the perfect (according to the council) and the fallen slayer. Two possible realities for Buffy. They have their own arcs (well, Faith does) but the show is strong because supporting characters serve a purpose. Just like the people we meet in real life always serve a purpose for us. You might believe that one character pushing the development of another is cruel, but that’s still how good stories are made. That’s still why Buffy is popular 20 years after the show’s finale.

Kendra and Faith did that for Buffy in the show. In the Boom comics they just exist. They show up for no reason and they just hang around. You can take them out of the story and nothing will change. At one point in the initial reboot there were three slayers at the same time, and that felt more like a fix-it fanfic than a quality comic book. Unfortunately, some slayers have to die and some have to turn evil. Besides, without her rebellious personality, Faith is meaningless.

I have one more bone to pick. I know that Buffy and Angel (still the OTP of the show!) are a complicated matter to many modern writers. And readers, and viewers. There’s no place to hide from the creep factor and even though I will defend this ship till the day everyone finally agrees with me, I can’t deny its presence. But that doesn’t mean you get to discard this ship and separate Buffy and Angel into different books. One doesn’t exist or grow without the other. There is no Buffy in love with a vampire without Angel. There is only Vampire. Slayer. Dead vampire.

Without Buffy, Angel is not in LA helping the helpless. He’s in New York eating low rats. Before trying to launch two separate books, how about Boom launches one good one, that provides background, even if revised and adapted to the modern days?

I always worried what would happen when that b*tch got some funding

All this chaotic mess with the characters determines the stories Boom puts out. They tend to have an interesting start but by the time issue 3 comes out, it’s either Camazotz flying around Sunnydale, a giant crab taking over the main street, or whatever the hell Silas was (a soul eater?) Didn’t care for him much. Not even when we were evil.

More often than not Boom writers suffer from the same disease that plagued Dark Horse comics – scale. Just because you can do anything doesn’t mean you should. Comics allow you to draw literally any kind of baddie but you are playing within a specific world, and suspense of disbelief only goes so far. Besides, in the show, it all grows gradually. You go from the Master to the First evil. In the comics… seriously, what the hell was Silas?

From what I’ve read so far, Boom knows how to ask interesting questions:

What if Buffy went to school today?

What if Willow took over as the slayer?

What if Buffy was older?

Those are all good what ifs but Boom has a problem following through. They don’t know the answer to this question and it feels like they’re making it up as they go along. If I’m being honest, it even feels like they wrote random ideas on pieces of paper, through them in a hat, and started pulling each time they hit a wall.

Characters show up for now reason (hi, Tara from the latest run), they don’t feel like themselves, and the saddest part – none of it feels like you are getting your favorite show back.

These characters deserve better than that.

And there’s not a one who can say this ended well

At this point, I don’t know if Boom wants Buffy comics to succeed. I don’t mean to be this dramatic but every time someone mentions comics, fans think Dark Horse. Not because they are still considered canon, but because they had a connection to the beloved show. Boom comics don’t give you that, so you can’t look the other way when writers don’t deliver. It’s just how it works.

I keep thinking what Boom can do to get out of this vicious circle. And I do believe there If they want to successfully play in the Buffyverse, they have to seriously up their game. It’s not impossible either. I mean, Something is Killing the Children is being released by the same studio. And what is that if not a more gruesome version of Buffy? So it’s not exactly magic. It’s doable.

Personally, I still hold out hope that someone would dare explore the terrifying bloody past of the Whirlwind. Wouldn’t that be fun and gory? I’d like to see deep well-thought-through stories of past slayers. I’d happily read a well-illustrated comic run based on In Every Generation. And if we have to go back to Buffy variants, why not reinvent her story? But before we get to that, we’d have to work through every step of every character. Get them to where we want them, and start with a story that we want to tell, from start to finish. From her first day as a slayer to her last one (she didn’t have to empower the potentials after all).

That, of course, requires a lot of work. And if Boom isn’t ready to put in that kinda effort, they could just move from season 5, introduce a new slayer, and watch how her adventures unravel.

Buffyverse is a hell of a property and there are too many stories waiting to be written. I’m probably still gonna give it a shot whenever Boom comes up with something new. I just hope I won’t have to write yet another long read complaining about it.

#buffy comics #buffy x angel #buffy summers #buffy the vampire slayer #buffyverse #buffy x spike #buffysource #comics #comic books #long reads #boom buffy #boom comics #btvs #btvs comics #kendra young #faith lehane

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mothwingwritings · 1 month

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Green

F!Reader X Strade

Really original name for this one, major kudos to me for that one. B)

Here’s another little Strade thing. I remember reading somewhere on Gato’s blog that his fav color is green so this was born from that. I honestly may have made that up in my head though so if I did just pretend it’s true. :)

Anyway, it’s just another little ficlet while I work on some little stuff. I hope you all enjoy and thank you, as always, for reading. (｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

THIS IS 18+ ONLY PLEASE!!!

Warnings: Mentions of noncon, torture, abuse, (briefly) suicide, and imprisonment.

Green was your favorite color.

You can’t really remember what originally attracted you to it, whether it was that you genuinely enjoyed the shade or if you were just trying to be cool and not pick a color that was overly ‘girly’. But after years of placing it on a pedestal, dubbing it your favorite amongst all other colors, your affection for it had remained solid.

Whenever you bought an item, whether it was something little or an object that was pricier, you always checked to see if it came in green. The walls of your childhood bedroom were coated in the color, and when you moved out on your own and were in charge of your own interior decorating, green was what you chose to paint most of the rooms. You adorned yourself in it, green being the prominent color in your wardrobe and jewelry collection. Sweaters, dresses, pants- at least one of each came in green. Even a vast array of your makeup was dedicated to the color, matching perfectly with whatever outfit you donned yourself in should you feel the urge to get a little more gussied up.

And on the night you met Strade green was one of the first things you talked about.

After he introduced himself you complimented his shirt. Or at least that’s how you remember it, the night itself had become a bit of a blur. You were shy by nature and not used to people ambling up to you for conversation, let alone at a bar (someplace you only went because you were meeting up with friends and just happened to arrive the earliest). You awkwardly tripped over your words, flustered by the man who had welcomed himself so easily into your space, taking the seat across from you so naturally it was as if he was the friend you had been waiting for.

After a preliminary exchanging of greetings and light pleasantries, an uncomfortable silence lingered between the two of you. He seemed perfectly content just being in your presence, sipping his beer with a twinkle in his eye as he watched you fidget and squirm through the forced interaction. You must have checked your phone at least a hundred times in hopes of an update, grimacing when one finally arrived in the form of a text stating your friends were stuck in traffic and probably wouldn’t be at the bar for at least another thirty minutes.

Your new companion’s unwavering stare coupled with the suffocating and boisterous atmosphere of the bar was starting to do a number on you. You contemplated hiding in the bathroom, but you weren’t too keen on sitting in a dimly lit, poorly maintained stall for a half hour while you waited on your friends. And if you dipped in there for a little bit just to find some reprieve, you’d still be facing the same situation when you came back out.

So mustering your courage, you decided to try and take some initiative in an attempt to make things a little less awkward.

“Um, I like your shirt,” you spoke just loud enough that he could hear you over the noise of the other patrons. Though you were overcome with nerves, you figured it best to lead a conversation with a compliment. Who doesn’t like to receive praise, even for something as trivial as a garment? “It’s a nice color, green is my favorite.”

Instant embarrassment caused your cheeks to flush. The words sounded a lot less childish in your head, and you chided yourself over how silly it sounded as soon as they left your lips. What kind of adult starts a conversation at a bar by talking about their favorite color? What were you, five?

But he laughed warmly, genuinely pleased by your comment, dispelling all feelings of bashfulness. At the time you liked the way his laugh sounded, warm and inviting as it fooled you into thinking that maybe he actually could become your friend.

“Thanks, and good choice,” he shot you a lopsided smile, raising his half-full mug to you. “Green’s my favorite, too.”

It was funny in a tragic sort of way, how something that you used to enjoy so much now just filled you with cold, deep, dread.

Now you could only associate green with pain. Green reminded you of his arms, constricting and choking you, squeezing you within an inch of your life as he dragged you away from the last semblance of normalcy you’d ever experience. Green reminded you of his chest, smothering you, muffling your screams as he tested out his newest weapon on you- the green handle of his knife getting stained with red splatters, your blood coating it as he carved into you with reckless abandon.

Green reminded you of the carpet in his bedroom, where he would hold you down after he finished brutalizing some poor soul in his basement, still high off his kill as he fucked you long and hard, getting off to your cries of pain as he spilled himself deep inside of you. Green reminded you of the bedsheets you would snatch off his bed, cocooning them around your body for a false sense of security, creating a flimsy shield against the rest of the world. Every night when you fell asleep nestled inside of them, Strade not far from your side, you wondered if one day he may use them to strangle you. You wondered if maybe that would be for the best, if you just never woke up again.

Green used to be yours, a color that loved ones and friends used to associate with you. A color you used to look at and see yourself in. A color that used to bring you joy.

Now all it reminded you of was Strade and just how much of yourself you had lost to him.

#btd strade x reader #boyfriend to death strade x reader #strade x y/n #strade x reader #btd strade x y/n #boyfriend to death strade x y/n #ykmet strade x reader #ykmet strade x y/n #ykmet strade #btd strade #boyfriend to death strade #also! fun fact! green is MY favorite color too! wowee!#mothwingswritings #thank you for reading and for being splendid and lovely #you kill me every time Strade

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@plantsarepeopletoo, I never mind a colors question!

TLWR: I've thought Lomfon was a Green Guy who would develop his color as his feelings evolved (people's true colors surfacing and all that jazz).

Last week, before entering the finale, I recapped my thoughts:

Patts is a solid dark blue

Tai is a lighter blue with stripes but hiding his yellow

Tien is yellow (and orange) - Some said he was also carrying some blue which was due to his brotherly connection to Tai and the finale said that was right!

Lomfon is green

So the reason I brushed off Lomfon wearing blue was because he was attracted to Tai, who is a Blue Boy. He was attempting to pick up Tai's color.

But the reason I've always believed Lomfon was an uncover Green Guy was because 1) we originally saw Lomfon in green (with that cream shirt which is close to Tien's yellow)

and 2) every time the hard-coded brothers were around him, they picked up green, which was NOT their own color,

especially Tien, who had the strongest feelings for Lomfon; therefore, he would be involved in a color exchange.

Lomfon was allergic to color AND his feelings, yet the more he hung out with Tien, the more his green showed up; then, when he realized his true feelings, the green was front-and-center

And that carried over into the finale.

My thoughts:

For a guy who didn't believe in predetermined soulmates, he wouldn't want to abide by the rules of color-coding, which is basically a predetermined color. He is logical, and feelings aren't logical, so as his feelings started to emerge, so did his color. He can't control his color nor his feelings. Tien, who liked him, picked up on Lomfon's color quickly because Tien took the time to examine his feelings, which is also why Tien and Tai end up in yellow/blue because they realized even if they have a soulmate (and a predetermined color), they still have a choice.

But Tien is still yellow in his heart and head with that "Sunshine on My Mind" saying on his shirt

EDIT: I think even the teacher was rooting for Lomfon and Tien.

#la pluie #la pluie the series #the colors mean things #color coded boys in love #the color exchange #Lomfon is a GREEN GUY!#Lomfon x Tien #patts x tai

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rowdyhughesy · 1 year

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Puck me up - T.Bordeleau

Summary: A lost bet and a stupid sign might have given you more than you first thought.

Got this blurb from my own idea to do a similar sign to a Devils game in the future so enjoy (and I would absolutely let bordy f*ck me up, that man has me in a chokehold)

How on earth you ended up at a SJ barracuda game you will never understand. Sure you liked hockey, loved it in some way but growing up in Carolina the hurricanes were your team. Going to a game for other teams where the canes weren’t playing felt like betraying them. It felt illegal. To make matters worse you lost a bet with one of your friends, the reason to why you now have a sign with #17 could puck me up and I’d say thank you written in bold letters. Why 17? Simple, you knew nothing about Barracuda but they are your friends favourite AHL team (San Jose being their favourite NHL one) so after loosing the bet they made you take a look at the roster and pick the player that you found the most attractive.

Thomas Bordeleau was the one who captured your attention. It just was something about those brown eyes and that crooked smile that peaked your interest. Handsome just didn’t seem to cut it, he was more than handsome. Beautiful, pretty absolutely mesmerising maybe. “Isn’t it bad enough that I have to go with this sign, did you have to force a jersey on me too? And a hat?” You knew your attempt at guilt tripping was futile as your best friend is a menace to society that loves things like this. She also knows that payback will come back to bite her in the ass one day. “Shut up Y/N it’s only one game and I won fair and square. The jersey is just a cherry on top at this point.” That response getting and eye roll in return as you find your seats. AHL games may not be an NHL game but they aren’t any less fun and the energy is just as electric. There isn’t any feeling in the world that matches a hockey game. Call it an addiction.

◦◦◦

By the time warmups starts you’ve gotten several looks from others in the stands, face bright red as a mother narrowed her eyes at you in disapproval. Yeah you are definitely giving Y/F/N a piece of your mind after the game.

As the players make their way onto the ice you try to bury your face behind the sign, why did you have to have seats so close to the bench? Thomas will most likely see the sign. He has to.

Your friend whispering your name catches your attention. Peeking up from behind your makeshift hiding spot you look over at her, a manicured finger pointing over to the ice. Oh no. Slowly moving your gaze to the ice, your suspicion is correct. Over by the boards there are currently three hockey players clad in teal staring at you. One of them being Thomas Bordeleau. A big smile on his face as his eyes take in the words written on the paper. “Eklund saw it when they stepped out and told Bordy. I think I saw him blushing.”

Thomas skates away and you feel like you can take a breath of relief. He saw the sign and you survived, even if you nearly died when you saw Thomas looking at you.

Sadly you took a breather too quickly because soon your friend was poking you in the ribs again to gain your attention. “Huh?” Looking up from your phone in confusion you follow your friends line of sight. “Catch!” Thomas throws a puck over the boards, making you scramble up from your seat to catch it. The hockey player throwing you a wink before he skates away again to warm up.

I kept my end of the deal, it’s your turn xx - TB

Is written in scribbly handwriting across the puck, flipping it over you notice the phone number on the back. Alright Mr. Bordeleau, maybe you’ll let yourself root for another team than the canes if a certain brown eyed player is on the team.

#thomas bordeleau #umich blurbs #thomas bordeleau blurb #hockey blurb #thomas bordeleau imagine

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mackenzielovee · 2 years

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parenthood part four: resilience

a/n: here's some nice fluff for your sunday, i hope you enjoy & let me know what you think! xoxo

warnings: swearing, pregnancy mention (body insecurity, weight, etc)

ambivalence masterlist , parenthood masterlist

The day before your wedding anniversary, Ward and Rose declare that they want to have a get-together to celebrate. They invite Kelce and Maddie, Topper, your parents, Scott, and his new girlfriend.

Initially, you’d been excited. However, you’d felt off somehow since you’d awakened, and the thought of sitting around in a bathing suit in front of everyone just does not sound very appealing. You had gone into the kitchen to find Rafe, in hopes to ask if you could just stay home, when Connor exploded with how excited he was to go and swim with both of you.

Which is how you find yourself standing in front of your full-length mirror in a one-piece, both hands bracing your stomach and trying to find an angle where your body looks even somewhat normal.

With Connor, you hadn’t been insecure about your body. You hadn’t scrutinized every little thing or worried that you aren’t attractive anymore – but the thought of Rafe ever looking at you less than he does now brings tears to your eyes.

“Sweetheart?” Rafe calls from behind the door, “Coming in.”

“No,” you call sternly, noting how the door halts the second you do.

You race to the vanity and grab your sundress, throwing it on over your body and letting out a sigh when you do so.

“Is something wrong?” he asks, “Baby–”

“Come in,” you say weakly, wiping any spare moisture from under your eyes and turning to face him, plastering your best fake smile on.

He frowns when he sees you, and for a split second, you’re afraid your worst fear has come true. He’s taking you in, probably wondering when you started looking so–

“Have you been crying?”

You exhale a breath of relief, then smooth out your dress. When you look back up at him, you give him another smile.

“No, I think it’s just the new contact solution I bought. Really dries out my eyes.”

He nods hesitantly, not sure if he believes you or not. Just to be on the safe side, he pulls you into his chest gently, cautious of the baby.

“Use mine from now on,” he says, kissing your shoulder, “I’ll pick you up your own bottle on Monday.”

“Thanks,” you murmur.

He pulls back from you, cupping your cheeks in his hands. He observes your face, looking for that familiar tell of deception.

“You sure, sweetheart?”

You nod slowly, but confess regardless, unable to keep him completely in the dark. You know what will happen if you do that; it will come out in an awful way, cause a fight, and make Rafe feel like he did something wrong.

“Just not feeling up to being in a swimsuit today. I feel really… pregnant.”

You watch as it’s his turn to nod, attempting to try and understand how that might feel. His hands rub up and down your back, his way of comforting you.

“Okay, well, you are pregnant, so that’s good news,” he teases, earning a smile from you, “But you don’t have to swim if you don’t feel up for it.”

“It’s not the swimming part, Rafe, it’s–”

Your words seem to come out of their own volition, and when you realize what you’re about to tell him, you shut your mouth. He frowns again, furrowing his eyebrows.

“It’s what, baby?” he asks.

“Nothing,” you say quickly, shaking your head.

You try to squirm away from him, to make a break for the door, but his hands tighten around you and he holds you even closer.

“No, no, come on. Talk to me. It’s not swimming, okay, so… you said you don’t feel like being in a swimsuit?”

“Mhm,” you mumble, hiding your face in his neck.

“Okay,” he continues, “Because you hate your swimsuit? You want me to buy you a new one?”

“No.”

“Okay,” he repeats, his hands continuing up and down your back, “You feel really pregnant and you don’t want to be in a–”

He pauses, you presume, when he figures out what you’re feeling. You cuddle deeper into him out of instinct, wanting that comfort from him.

He tightens his grip around you and presses a few quick kisses into your hair, gathering his thoughts before he speaks.

“Oh, baby,” he pouts sympathetically, “No. Don’t do that to yourself. You’re so beautiful. You’re carrying another human being, sweetheart, that’s amazing. You’re amazing. And beautiful. And sexy. I never want to take my eyes off of you–”

“Rafe,” you groan, “You’re laying it on a little thick.”

“I mean it,” he presses, “God, I wish you could see yourself how I see you. You’re growing my fucking babies, Y/N. You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen, without a doubt.”

“Stop,” you whimper, your voice just pouty enough that he smiles, knowing you want him to continue.

He grows handsy, sliding them down your back and letting him slip under your dress, cupping your ass in his hands.

“Can’t get enough of you,” he tells you, “I am so lucky. Can I see you? Please?”

You draw back then, your instincts telling you not to let him see you without your dress. The look in his eyes, though, the seriousness, has you nodding slowly.

His fingers trail around to the sides of your dress, grabbing at the fabric on the bottom before he attempts to pull it up over your head. Silently, you squirm out of it, letting him toss it on the floor without a care in the world.

He takes his time letting his eyes rake over you, his jaw partially slacked as he takes you in. When you attempt to step out of his view, he immediately latches onto your hips, cementing you in place.

“Baby, stop,” he begs, “You’re so gorgeous. C’mere.”

You just shake your head, but he laces his fingers through yours and pulls you back over to the full length mirror you’d been standing in front of not five minutes ago.

Rafe guides you in front, standing behind you and looking at you over your shoulder. You exhale at the sight, trying to see what he sees.

“Look at you,” he says quietly, his voice gentle, as if he’s in awe.

“I see,” you reply.

“What do you see, sweetheart?”

You try not to roll your eyes. You’re not sure if it’s your hormones, your stage of pregnancy, or just a bad day, but you can feel the tears threatening your eyes. You shove them down and inhale, opening your mind to try and see what Rafe does.

“I see me,” you shrug, “Just with a little extra weight. My fingers are swelling, my thighs feel too big, and my boobs are about to pop out of here.”

“Hmm,” Rafe hums, smirking at the thought, “Want to know what I see?”

Your eyes connect with his in the mirror, and you bite down on your bottom lip as you nod.

Rafe reaches around you and places both of his hands on your growing belly, trying to comfort you and your baby girl at once.

“I see my wife. My fucking gorgeous, sexy wife, growing one of my babies. She’s working so hard and giving up so much, and, shit, baby, the amazing things your body is doing right now? How could anyone not find you stunning? I love every inch of you. Every single one.”

Your bottom lip juts out as his hands continue to rub your stomach, his lips coming down to kiss your exposed shoulder. One of your tears escapes, but Rafe reaches up and brushes it away before you can stare at it too long.

“I love you,” you practically whine, spinning around to face him.

“I love you, too. And if you don’t want to go, that’s okay. But I don’t want you missing out on a day just because you’re feeling bad about yourself.”

He brushes your hair back from your face and gives you a tender smile, watching as you nod. As much as you’d wanted to bail out before, the fact that Connor’s so excited is your primary motivation to power through today.

“I want to go,” you say.

“Thank God,” Rafe replies, laughing, “I just want to stare at you all day.”

“Stop,” you mumble again, earning a shake of the head from him.

“No. Never.”

You scoff and fall into his chest, some part of you wishing you could stay like that for the remainder of the day. Just as it really starts to feel like it’s just the two of you, your favorite three year-old reminds you just how present he is.

“Time to swim!” he runs into the en suite, his inflatable armbands already on, and dinosaur toy in hand, “Mama, can the baby swim? I can teach her. Can you swim with the baby in there?”

You chuckle, “Yes, I can swim. But when the baby comes out, you’ll have to show her all of your skills, okay?”

He nods, “She can borrow my floaties. Will she mind that they’re Paw Patrol?”

He points to the dogs around his armbands, concern lacing his features. You can hear Rafe laugh, but you love Connor’s caring heart.

“No, she won’t mind,” you promise him.

He grins victoriously, then points to the door to tell you both he’s ready to go. Rafe scoops him up and tosses him over his shoulder while you grab your sundress off the floor.

Rafe starts to lead Connor out while you try to find the top of your dress. Connor giggles from his place on Rafe’s shoulder, and you don’t notice when he cranes his neck to look over at you.

“You look pretty, Mama,” Connor smiles, “Now, come on!”

Rafe watches you from his position in the water, holding onto Connor as he splashes around. You can feel his eyes on you even as you chat with Maddie, both of you still clothed. Kelce, who stands shirtless in the water beside Rafe, cheers for Connor to try swimming to him.

“Daddy, let go,” Connor whines.

Rafe tears his eyes from you and looks down to his son, who is trying desperately to squirm from his grip.

“Kelceo, move closer,” Rafe demands, watching Kelce roll his eyes.

Kelce couldn’t really be much closer; a mere three feet separating them. He does as told anyway, giving Connor his signature look.

“He can do it, Rafe, just let him try,” Kelce says, arms already out in anticipation.

Reluctantly, Rafe releases him with a push, hoping he’ll make it most of the way over. Connor thrashes for a moment, propelling himself forward with his arms, before Kelce grabs him and holds him up.

“Connor, that was great!” you cheer from the deck, clapping your hands.

“Again,” Connor commands, a smile present on his face from his victory.

Before Kelce can confirm sending Connor back over to Rafe, Scott jumps in the pool and drenches them. Rafe and Connor just laugh while Kelce objects, muttering curse words to Scott under his breath.

“Let me swim to Uncle Scott,” Connor says, already squirming in Kelce’s grip.

“You got him?” Kelce asks.

Scott nods, “Send him over.”

Once Connor is safely in Scott’s arms, Rafe relaxes and moves even closer to Kelce. His eyes meet your figure again just as you remove your dress, gnawing on your bottom lip as you do so. He watches as Maddie compliments your swimsuit and then strips herself, both of you ready to lounge in the sun. He smiles to himself when you relax, then turns to Kelce.

“Dude,” Rafe says, earning his attention.

“What?”

“I need you to flirt with Y/N a little bit today,” Rafe requests, keeping his voice low.

Kelce’s eyebrows furrow, and he backs up a foot just to ensure that this isn’t some sort of trick that ends in Rafe punching him.

“Why?” he questions, “You hate when I flirt with your wife.”

“Yeah,” he confirms, “But, y’know, I think she needs it today.”

“Well, I mean, you know me. I’d never pass up an opportunity to shoot my shot.”

“I’m being serious, Kelce,” Rafe groans, “She doesn’t think she’s beautiful right now, and I don’t know if I convinced her enough. Help me out, man.”

“I’ll take care of it,” Kelce promises, “Try to, at least.”

Rafe looks up at you once more and smiles when he meets your eye. You look relaxed, happy, and when you give him a smile back, it pierces right through his heart.

“Thanks,” Rafe replies, “Means a lot.”

Kelce waits exactly twelve minutes before he puts his plan into action. The second you rise from your chair to get a drink, he hops out of the pool and makes his way over to you.

“Hey, gorgeous,” he smirks, earning your attention.

You spin around, raising a brow at him in suspicion. He just shrugs, to which you silently offer him a water bottle. When he denies, your other eyebrow shoots up.

“Why’d you come over here if you don’t want a drink?” you ask him.

“Maybe I wanted to talk to you.”

“Oh, so you need advice about Maddie,” you tease him, “Come on. Out with it.”

Kelce laughs loudly, which earns Rafe’s attention. Even after three years of marriage and two children, seeing you talk and laugh with another guy still throws him completely off balance. He bites down on his lower lip as he watches, placing his sunglasses over his eyes so it’s not as obvious.

“Not Maddie,” Kelce shakes his head, “You’re just glowing, honestly. You know how hard it is for me to control myself around you.”

“Unfortunately, I do,” you joke.

He gives you a smile, and you don’t miss the way his face falls a bit after he thinks for a moment. He takes another step forward, growing only closer, until the front of his body ghosts over your bump. Now suddenly thirsty, he uses the excuse of reaching behind you to get a water bottle to remain that close.

“You really do look sexy as hell,” he says quietly, avoiding the little ears.

You shake your head, side-stepping him, “Thank you, Kelce.”

He smirks, and when you start to walk away, he calls after you.

“Mean it. You’re lucky I’m engaged, beautiful.”

You roll your eyes, but you can’t help feeling the top of your ears burn at his sentiment. Although you’ve become very accustomed to Kelce’s flirting over the years, his words sit in your mind in a way they usually do not.

You stop by the side of the pool where Rafe is, leaning down and offering him your bottle of water.

“Having fun?” he asks, sipping from your bottle before handing it back.

“Yeah, actually,” you smile.

“Good,” he beams, “Come swim with me, baby.”

You nod in agreement, stepping over to the stairs and reaching for Rafe’s hand as you come in. He grasps you firmly, pulling you into his chest the second you’re close enough.

“Rafe?”

“Yeah?”

You pull back from him just enough to look, meeting his gaze. You reach up and slide his sunglasses to his hair, wanting to see those devastatingly bright blue eyes.

“Thanks,” you say quietly, “For this morning. It meant a lot to me.”

He pecks your lips, feeling victorious that between him and Kelce, you’re feeling better. You laugh when his hands trail lower and lower down your back until, entirely inappropriately, he gives your ass a firm squeeze.

“I’ll be here to remind you every time, sweetheart,” he promises.

“Y/N,” Scott calls from a few yards away, “He wants to swim to you.”

You nod and pull away from Rafe, facing Connor and holding your arms out. He adjusts his goggles and takes a deep breath before flinging himself out of Scott’s arms and into the water, paddling like crazy to get to you. Hesitantly, you take a small step forward when he gets close and pluck him out of the water, watching him suck oxygen in.

“Did you see that?” he asks you, shoving his goggles up on his forehead.

You grin, “I did, handsome. You did great.”

Rafe steps over then, hand already out to place around you, when Connor looks at him and holds his hand up.

“It’s my turn for hugs from Mommy,” he tells Rafe, “You’ve had enough.”

Rafe laughs and looks at you with a raised brow, to which you shrug.

“You heard him,” you defend.

Connor grins widely as Rafe gives in, retracting his hands and keeping them to himself.

“I’m gonna go get another drink, then,” he informs the two of you, “Need anything, sweetheart?”

“I’m fine, thanks,” you tell him.

To Connor’s displeasure, Rafe leans over and kisses your temple, trying to hold back his laughter when his son protests.

That’s how it seems to be for the remainder of the day. Connor clings to you in the pool, making you help him practice his swimming while you and Rafe steal glances at each other like teenagers. You feel your cheeks heat every time you catch him staring at you, a sense of warmness and comfort settling in the bottom of your stomach. You smile to yourself, knowing that even after all this time, he can still make you feel like a giddy teenager.

The next night, you snap your silver hoops into place just in time for Rafe to enter the bathroom. He’s wearing a blue button down and that damn tie; his hair is done and everything about him makes you salivate.

“Wow,” he breathes upon entry, “Baby, you look gorgeous. Are you sure it’s me you want to go out with tonight?”

You laugh, ignoring the heat on your cheeks as you walk over to him. You’re well aware of his eyes trailing up the length of your black dress, which you’d purchased specifically for the occasion after much encouragement from Maddie. She’d told you that it fits you in all the right ways, and now, as Rafe stares, you start to agree with her.

“You look incredibly handsome, Rafe,” you tell him, “And it’s always going to be you.”

He smiles and wraps you up in his arms, giving you only a quick peck because of your lipstick. After Rose had picked Connor up for their own date night, Rafe had left you alone to get ready, and based on his reaction, you’re glad he did.

“I just have to take care of one quick thing, then we can go, okay?”

You nod and let him give you a forehead kiss before he hurries out of the bathroom. You do one last glance in the mirror, taking a deep breath before you head out to the living room. Just as you collect your purse for the evening, the doorbell rings. You wait a second, and when Rafe doesn’t come out to get it, you walk over to the door.

Pulling it open, you come to find Rafe standing at the door with a bouquet of flowers and his signature smirk across his lips. You let out a laugh, reaching for him before you can help it.

“What the hell are you doing?” you ask him.

“Picking you up for our date,” he says, as if it’s obvious, “You look beautiful tonight.”

“Thank you,” you shake your head at his antics and accept the flowers, tugging him back into the house.

“Damn,” he laughs, “I’ve never had a girl invite me in before our date. Am I about to get lucky?”

You snort, leading him into the kitchen, “You already did.”

You point down to your pregnant belly, making him laugh. He comes up behind you and kisses your cheek while you arrange the flowers in a vase, admiring them as you do.

“Thank you for the flowers,” you say, turning in his arms.

“You’re welcome, baby. Ready to go?” he asks.

You nod and let him lead you out to his truck, opening the passenger door for you and helping you in. You smile to yourself as he races around, climbing into the driver's seat.

He takes your hand as he drives, lazily rambling on about how he dressed Connor up for his date with Rose and how he had wanted to look nice for her. You just smile to yourself, sure that you’re raising your own little version of Rafe; one who has a heart too big for his chest and wears it right on his sleeve.

You’re so wrapped up in him that it takes you entirely too long to notice that he’s driven into your parents neighborhood, and when you do, he’s pulling into the driveway.

“Rafe?” you question, noticing how Scott’s car and your dad’s is gone from the driveway.

“Hm?” he hums, shutting off the truck.

“What are we doing at my parents house?”

He looks up at you and grins, then leans over the console and pecks you on the lips.

“Let me show you,” he whispers, moving to hop out before you can question him any further.

He races around to your side and helps you down from the truck, wrapping his fingers through yours the second you’re firmly on the ground.

You follow him up to the house with absolutely no idea of what is going on, but trusting him completely. He lets you both in with his key, but stops you in the foyer. You stand and wait for him to close the door behind both of you, then lead you into the kitchen from the dining room.

“Okay, seriously,” you chuckle, “Did you kick my parents out of their own home?”

He laughs, “Kind of. I need you to stand right here.”

You furrow your brows but let him guide you exactly where he wants you; behind the kitchen island, angled just so.

You watch in amusement as he walks over to the sink and leans up against the counter, crossing his ankles and shoving his hands in his pockets. Silently, you ask for an explanation, and with a deep breath, he gives it to you.

“This is the exact spot I was standing in when I realized I was in love with you,” he says, then adds, “When I realized I always had been.”

You feel your chest tighten with those words, your lips contorting into a pout.

“What happened?” you ask quietly.

“Scott and I got into a scuffle at the Club and you caught us coming into the house. His knee was busted up, and–”

“I yelled at you,” you recall, your eyes welling up as you remember that night, “I yelled at you for putting him in danger.”

He smiles wide, “You did. It was the cutest fucking thing ever, and I didn’t even hear a word of it, because I was too busy realizing that you were it for me.”

He laughs and rushes over to you when your tears start to fall freely, wrapping you up in his arms and holding you close.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the way you love me,” you mumble into his chest, his shirt absorbing your tears.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the fact that I’m able to,” he replies, “Happy anniversary, sweetheart.”

“Happy anniversary,” you reply, “I love you so much, Rafe.”

“I love you, too,” he smiles, leaning down to kiss you.

He holds onto you for a while; just the two of you swaying in the kitchen, in the spot where you stood and yelled at Rafe Cameron all those years ago.

The doorbell rings, drawing you out of your relaxation against Rafe’s chest. Before he releases you, he presses his lips to your temple.

“That’s dinner, baby. I’ll be right back.”

You just nod, watching as he escapes from the kitchen and to the front door. Your stomach growls in anticipation, so you step to the fridge and pull out a beer for Rafe and a bottle of water for you.

When he returns to the kitchen, you practically burst into tears again when you see him standing there with a pizza box and a plastic bag.

“You didn’t wanna go to the mainland for a nice dinner, and I wasn’t taking you to The Wreck, so–”

“This is perfect,” you grin, “I love it.”

He nods and lets out a breath of relief, setting all of the food down on the counter. He unpacks it and then accepts his beer from you with a smile.

“I got you the breadsticks you like, and extra of all your favorites on the pizza,” he explains, “I also got you a cinnamon roll because they looked really good online, so you have to give me a bite.”

You giggle and step to him, placing a slow and passionate kiss on his lips.

“I think I can do that,” you tease him.

“I love you, baby,” he whispers.

“I love you more, Rafe.”

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widowshaze · 2 years

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prompt: “i got you a gift. i hope you like it.” and character who receives the gift tries not to mention that any gift would mean more than the stars in the sky as long as it was from them

with nat please?🙈

this too was one of my favorites on the prompt list, thank you for requesting <3

pairing: natasha romanoff x reader

warnings: none

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You carefully folded the last piece of wrapping paper on the box, lifting it over the side before securing it with a piece of tape. You grabbed the black bow you had picked out and gently placed it in the middle of the small rectangular box before securing it in place as well.

You stepped back and admired your piece of work and smiled in triumph once you realized you had perfectly wrapped it after your multiple failed attempts, it was for Nat, so you knew it had to be perfect, like her, as almost as cliché as they sounded it was true, she was perfection in human form and she deserved nothing less.

You picked up the package carefully in your hand and made your way out of your room, in search of wherever Nat was in the huge compound. Somehow it made you hate how extravagant it was, because each step you took and each minute that went by where you couldn’t find her, you were growing antsy.

You stepped in the common area, where your eyes landed on many of your other teammates, your eyes scanned the area and you huffed in annoyance when you didn’t see the particular redhead you were looking for.

“What’s got your panties in a twist Y/L/N?” Tony quipped with a smirk and you shot him a glare. “I don’t have time for your games Tony, I need to find Nat.”

“Ooo, looking for your lover girl?” Tony continued with a laugh and you crossed your arms, tilting your head and giving him a look. “I uh, I think I saw her earlier in the training room.” You smiled once he gave you the answer you were looking for and immediately made a bee line for the training room.

You pushed the double doors open upon your arrival and found her dead lifting, sweat glistened on her face and arms and your knees might have buckled because she looked hot, if that word did any justice for how attractive the sight before you was.

You cleared your throat to gain her attention and she dropped the weights the second she saw you, a smile overtaking her features as she watched you stand timidly in the doorway. “You can come join me detka, I don’t bite.” She smirked and you tried to hide the redness of your cheeks at the nickname as you made your way into the room and over to her.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” She questioned and you rolled your eyes, before holding the present out in your hand in between the two of you. “I uhm, I got you a gift, I hope you like it.” You spoke softly as Nat reached out to take the present from your hand. She didn’t admit it out loud, but any gift from you she would love.

“Y/N/N, you didn’t-”

“Just open it.” You cut her off and she raised an eyebrow at you before turning her gaze back to the present and opening it. Her eyes landed on a small brown box once the wrapping paper was removed. She removed the lid on the box to reveal a small beaded bracelet with the initial of your first name along with the initial of hers on it.

“Y/N,” she whispered out, but you cut her off again. “I know it’s not much, but Wanda and I were crafting the other day and I thought you might like it, look,” you held up your wrist to show her you had your own. “I even made myself one so we could have matching ones and I know it’s childish but-”

This time she was the one to cut you off, and it wasn’t with words, but it was with her lips. You let out a squeal of shock before you succumbed to the kiss and kissed her back, your hands reaching out to grip her waist as your lips folded together in perfect unison. Her lips were soft, softer than you could have ever imagined and you almost wanted to pinch yourself to make sure this was real.

Nat was the first to pull away once air became necessary, but before you could even open your mouth to speak, she said the three words you had been longing to hear since you joined the team.

“I love you. God I love you so much and I don’t care if it’s some silly bracelet made out of beads, the present was from you. Any gift given to me would mean more than the stars in the sky as long as it was from you.” Your eyes welled up with tears at her words, and you gripped her wrists as her hands held your face gently between them. “Do you really mean that?”

She nodded in response as you smiled and leaned back in to kiss her once again, “if it means anything to you, I love you too.” Nat laughed against your lips as she kissed you once more, “good, because that would’ve been embarrassing if you didn’t.”

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i haven’t wrote for nat in a while so i really enjoyed this, thank you <3

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yanderes-galore · 9 months

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I'd like to see a yandere concept of Reth from Halo: The Cole Protocol. Either romantic or platonic is fine.

Be patient with me here as I haven't read much about Cole Protocol in years so things may be a bit off! From what I remember Reth is a Jackal/Kig-Yar rebel that wants The Rubble for himself so I'm going to try my best :)

Yandere! Reth Concept

(HALO: The Cole Protocol)

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, OOC Reth most likely, Implied Human/Kig-Yar pairing but may also be Kig-Yar/Kig-Yar, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Protective behavior, Abduction, Dubious companionship, Scenting, Bird-like courting.

I actually have not written for the Kig-Yar species before, my usual content seems to have been either human or Sangheili.

However, this species is actually really cool to think about.

Kig-Yar loyalty can be bought with the right price.

Think of them like space pirates.

They are attracted to loot and often trade if it benefits them.

Reth is a good example of Kig-Yar behavior.

He trades with the humans of The Rubble not because he likes them, but because he can track where humans go to provide The Prophets with information.

They are a selfish species that tends to scavenge what they can get.

They are also bird/raptor-like in nature.

Reth may show a more platonic type of yandere towards a human and a romantic type of yandere towards another Kig-Yar.

After all, this time period is when The UNSC and The Covenant are fighting.

Species involved with The Covenant don't dare try anything romantic with a human.

Maybe after the war, but not now.

If Reth did have some strange form of romantic feelings towards a human it's hidden well.

If you're a human you are working on The Rubble to conduct trade between the two races.

If you are Kig-Yar you work closely with Reth on The Rubble.

Reth has proven to like power and hungers for respect.

He and his forces have managed to keep The Rubble hidden for quite awhile.

He also has managed to hide an entire Unggoy army he's been breeding.

He's smart, crafty, and has ways to manipulate the odds on his favor.

He's more accomplished than your typical Kig-Yar I feel.

Most of the time he's very absorbed in his own plans.

An obsession would be secondary to him until he feels his plans are stable.

Kig-Yar have a tendency to group, like a pack/flock.

Reth may find himself naturally drift towards his obsession, with orders or deals.

He keeps conversation brief at first, but soon attempts to open up more in private.

I imagine Kig-Yar are possessive of those they deem as theirs.

Be it a group member or potential mate, I can see Reth snarling or growling at others who get too close.

While in Kig-Yar culture typically have the biggest shipmistress pick their mate, with Reth it's different as he's a powerful male Kig-Yar.

He's in charge and has gone against his shipmistress.

He doesn't really care about tradition until he gets to keep The Rubble.

I imagine Reth would be very bird-like when with his obsession.

He groups you into his fellow Kig-Yar even if you are human.

Reth would show you his nest sometime in his obsession, it would be quicker if you are a Kig-Yar.

We don't get much info on how Kig-Yar courting works based on what I've seen.

So I give you the HC of them courting like birds.

Shiny gifts, impressive displays of power and decorated nests, stuff like that.

Reth is not all that opposed to being close to a human but likes his own kind too.

Kig-Yar actually work with others well despite being seen as untrustworthy by many.

Reth would actually be really close with his darling, platonic or romantic.

He gives you weapons he feels fit your needs and treats you with respect on The Rubble.

Reth may be selfish like many Kig-Yar but he does try to keep you out of the way of danger.

Even when given the order to kill all humans on The Rubble, even if you are one he'll spare you.

No one has to know.

Reth would be possessive of his darling, probably even nipping at you/clawing at you to leave marks.

You may not choose him as a companion or mate yet Reth makes it happen.

I wouldn't be surprised it he kidnapped you to his nest, showing you his treasures and preventing you from leaving.

Reth doesn't show much care to anyone outside of his inner circle.

You're the only one he wants to push any further with.

So... just relax.

He'll scent you, he'll cover you in treasures, he'll be a good Kig-Yar companion to you.

Even if you tried to leave, he'll hunt you down.

Escape is futile since he has Unggoy and other Kig-Yar ships to track you.

Kig-Yar are good at tracking, too.

If he's attached to you and has already claimed you as his, he'll find you again.

Reth, like many Kig-Yar, is selfish...

He'll keep you with him on The Rubble even if it's the last thing he'll do.

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thehighpriestexx420 · 9 months

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✨🔮What do you need to know right now? 🔮✨

Below hold thee answers, just pick ye emoji. Whichever one gives ya a tingly feel and makes you want to pick it, that's where your reading will be.

Pile 1 : 🤷‍♂️

Pile 2 : 💩

Pile 3 : 🤠

Btw, this is a general reading. Meaning not all of the details may resonate. Take what does and leave the rest. Tarot gives you insight, it's your life and it's up to you what you do with it.

Pile 1 🤷‍♂️

WHALE AND ORCA LEADERS - Share your song. Frequency of sound. Diving deep.

The Fool, Mother of Swords, & Daughter of Cups

Remember who you truly are. *Mufasa voice*

You're not the face you put on for the perceived comfort of others or to avoid ridicule. You're not the defenses you built to guard your heart. You're not the pain you experienced that inspired you to believe this is something you must do.

You're the depths within your heart - below the surface you currently project. You're being asked to shine a light on these depths - to allow your authentic self to shine. When you do this, you attract those who're meant for you instead of just putting a wall between yourself and the outside world.

Being vulnerable isn't being weak or opening yourself up to attacks. When you're vulnerable, you know you're strong enough to see that any negativity that's been attempted to be thrown in your direction is just a reflection of their lack of love for themselves. You're strong enough to not pay it any mind further than that and to know that you're more than enough, your love for yourself is more than enough, and so is the love from those who resonate with you and from Source.

You're being recommended to look into methods of connecting to your higher self, connecting to your self love, grounding, and developing a healthy energetic shield. The shield isn't the overly thick one you're hiding behind right now. It's about balance and having boundaries. Knowing that you're in control of what you take on and focus on. You don't have to take on others' opinions as your own or allow them to exist within your energy.

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Pile 2 💩

LOOSEN YOUR GRIP - Coping mechanisms. Density. Addiction. Let God in.

The Devil, The Hierophant, & Temperance

You want to know about something as if your well being depends on you knowing the answer. Well being is well being. It's not dependant on anything, it exists within itself.

Just because you not knowing the answer to something is activating anxiety, turmoil, and panic doesn't mean knowing the answer will resolve the issue. It may put a temporary band aid on it, but you wouldn't heal the root of it. You deserve to be in true harmony - not some type of purgatory.

Just because something may look like the answer at first glance, doesn't mean it is. Follow the trail and you'll see the need for balance and how to obtain it.

You don't need anything to feel whole and complete. You are that wholeness and completeness. What you're looking for is yourself and is within you.

How can you balance your internal and external world? How can you see the external as additions to your experience and not the source of your well being? How can you sit with yourself, accept where you are, stop desperately seeking answers outside of yourself (like with tarot readings like these. They can be an addiction that don't truly get you anywhere if you don't heed their advice), and relax into the knowing that you'll find the answer within yourself when the time comes? You'll only find clarity when you do this and take care of yourself first.

Pile 3 🤠

STAR KEEPER - Cosmic ancestor. Seed the light by staying grounded.

The Hermit, Daughter of Wands, & 9 of Swords

There's alot of energy in your mind - so much so that along with the insights you're being given, you're also seeing things that aren't in your highest interest to see. Things that give you anxiety. Negativity.

You're going through a spiritual breakthrough, a spiritual awakening, and/or receiving alot of downloads from the universe. You may have an overactive 3rd eye, an overactive imagination, and be in your head too much.

You're being advised to spread the excess of energy in your head to the rest of your body. To ground yourself in your body and in the present. There are several grounding methods you can look into. My favorites are hugging a tree barefoot, using affirmations, and having the intention while saying to myself, "I put my energy into my hands. I feel my energy in my hands. I put my energy into my feet. I feel my energy in my feet. I feel my energy in my feet and hands."

Being grounded will allow you to channel your insights properly, without being swayed into the toxic illusions, and will allow you to implement what you've learned.

You're also being recommended to connect with your heart space and to carry an energetic shield - but not to hide from the world too much. You're still here and not somewhere else for a reason. Raising your vibration and connecting with your true self through your heart space will make it a walk in the park to maintain your well being, shield, and to do energy work in general.

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itsthestutterforme · 1 year

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From the Past [2/2]

Notes: GIF is not mine, all mistakes are my own, dark themes (angst, cheating, murder, disposing of body, attempted assault)

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Aemond has been lurking around you since the dance you shared at the banquet. Your mother, Ria, agreed that you stay at Kings Landing for a few more days. Within those days, Criston Cole is hosting a tournament for all of the houses to compete in. And Alicent is hosting a courting ball for you to pick suitors.

So there will be little free time to relax. You weren’t exactly excited at Alicent’s offer. First it started with prying questions. “Do you have a husband, Y/N?” She would ask. “No, your Grace.” “Betrothed then?” You shook your head and her lips pressed into a frown.

Whereas Aemond was holding back a smirk. Aegon didn’t bother to hide his. “A beloved? A lover? Anyone?” “I’m afraid not, your Grace.” “Why, Y/N? What have you been doing all this time?” “While there have been temptations, I’ve been busy with raising dragons and attending lectures,”

You and your mother shared a look in a silent conversation. She was asking why I didn’t tell her about the best friend slash lover you left back home. To which you said, because it’s none of their business. Aemond clears his throat and takes a sip of his wine.

“Oh really? What kind of lectures?” You and your mother made eye contact once again. “Tahtib. It’s an Egyptian martial art.” “Goodness, Y/N. You’re fighting?” “I’m.. training to fight, your Grace.” She had a look of pure horror on her face. It was quite funny.

“Absolutely not. No lady should raise her finger to defend herself. That’s what a kings guard is for,” she eyes your men. “That may be true but I enjoy training. It’s empowering.” “It’s dangerous. Your beauty attracts them and your strength challenges them,”

“I feel like I have two mothers,” you said with a sigh, reaching for your wine. “And you allow this, Ria?” “I wouldn’t if she wasn’t exceptional at it. One of the local training shops want to hire her as a trainer,” “What?” “It’s best if you don’t say anything else, mother. It might give her a heart attack.” You retort, earning a snort from Aegon.

“Then we shall hold a ball. A courting ball for you to attract suitors. It should be no problem for you, “ you took another gulp of your wine. “I don’t have a choice in this, do I?” You asked. “No,” “Lovely,”

There you sat at the center of the table with your mother and Alicent on either side of you. You wore a thicker, formal dress and strong perfume. Your make up was done up and clips were in your hair. You were about an hour into the event when you mother asked if you could have a moment.

“Are you trying to save me from Queen Alicent?” You teased when she let you into the hallway. The sadness in her eyes alarmed you. “What happened? Is Kegan and Hugo okay?” “Yes, they’re fine, honey. It’s about.. Jaskier.” “What about him?” You asked after a long pause.

“What happened?” “Word just sent from back home. They found him dead in his sleep.. the sickness took him.” She strung out and you held your chest instinctively. “I’m so sorry, honey.” Aemond and Haelena were walking down the hall when she broke the news to you. “Oh God no,”

You fell into her arms, your tears clouding your eyes. Your body shook with sobs as your mother held you. Then you came to a revelation. “I told you we shouldn’t go. I told you it wasn’t a good idea. But you were so hell bent on coming here!” You snapped, pulling yourself away.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.” She sobbed, trying to reach for you but you took a step back. You went back into the room to grab a pitcher of wine. “Y/N, are you alright?” The Queen asks. “No, your Grace. And I don’t wish to talk about it.”

Haelena and Aemond joined your mothers side and you walk in the opposite direction. Aemond takes a step to go after you until he heard your mothers voice. “Let her be. She’s grieving.”

You spent the entire night drinking your sorrows away in the library. You could barely get up from the bench without falling. Aemond had spent some time looking for you, not expecting you to be in the library. But when he got there, he saw one of the suitors talking with you. What caught his attention was your unconscious state and the man’s ringed hand ascending up your bare thigh.

He didn’t notice Aemond until he stepped out of the shadows in the doorway. “P-Prince Aemond, I was just.. it’s not what you think, I swear. She agreed..” he trails off when Aemond’s eye darkened, sending a chill through him. “She’s unconscious. How could she have agreed?”

Aemond stalks towards the man who was trembling like a leaf on a tree. “I’m sorry! Please don’t hurt me.” All Aemond could see was red. If he didn’t walk into the library in time, gods know what he would have done to you. You were in a secluded area with no guards. Anything could have happened to you. And that’s what sent him over the edge.

He wasn’t fully aware of what he was doing until he felt warmth on his hands. He soon realized it was blood. His eyes refocus on his hand, which now held a dagger. And the dagger slicing straight through the man’s throat, his eyes wide as he feels the life drain from his body.

Aemond removes the dagger and the body drops to the floor. He uses the hand cloth on the table to wipe his hand of blood. “Y/N,” he starts, gently shaking your arm. You groaned in response, your body weighted with sleep. “Y/N, let me take you to your room. It’s not safe here.” Aemond explains but you weren’t receptive to it.

You only hummed in response, leaning forward so your head is resting on his chest. His cheeks warmed at your skin touching his. He tries his best to shake the feeling and focused on gathering you in his arms. You were dead weight at this point but it didn’t bother Aemond any.

He was just enjoying having you in his arms again. When a kings guard walks passed him in the hallway, he tells him, “Block off the library. No one goes in or out. Summon Criston Cole to deal with the matter.” “Yes, My Prince.” The kings guard states.

The walk to your room was a few minutes. When Aemond arrived, he saw your mother standing outside your chambers. “What happened to her? Is she alright?” Your mother asks. “She drank multiple pitchers of wine. She needs lots of rest.” “Very well. I trust that she is in good hands.” “Lady Ria,” Aemond calls when she turns to walk back to her chambers.

“When I found Y/N. Prince Ivan was in the room with her when she was like this.” She looks to Y/N sound asleep in his arms. “What did he do?” “Nothing thankfully. His hand was on her thigh when I got there. And that was the last thing he did.” “Good. Is he hidden?” “No, I left him in the library. I asked Cole to take care of it.”

“That’s not necessary. I can do it.” “Are you sure?” “He was going to do harm my daughter. It’s the least I can do.” He nods before holding you in one hand and opening the door to your chambers with the other.

He gently laid you down and turned to leave, not wanting any thoughts to invade his mind. Not to harm you, of course. He wanted to hold you and keep you safe. But it wasn’t his place anymore. “Stay,” you murmured. Aemond looks over his shoulder at you and you were wiping your eyes of sleep.

“What did you say?” He had to make sure he wasn’t hearing things or if his own desires were speaking to him. “Stay here with me. At least until morning, please.” Tears pricked your eyes and you sniffled a moment. You were starting to sober up and memories were starting to make its way to the surface.

Aemond approaches the bed and sits down next to you, opening his arms for you to lay in them. You took one of his arms into your hand and cried into the crook of it. “Was he your beloved?” “Yes, but he was also my best friend. I would have invited him here with me, but he wasn’t fit to travel.” You explained with a sniffle.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” “I’m scared to sleep because I fear that he would come back to haunt me. To tell me that he called for me and I wasn’t there for him.” You croaked. “If you want, I can watch over you while you sleep.” “Then.. you wouldn’t sleep.” “It’s alright,” you laid on your side and rested your head on the inner part of your arm.

He mimics your movements and you move closer to him. Your eyes are eager to close as you gently inhale the calming scent of his cologne. You fell asleep within minutes. The soft sounds of your snores put him at peace and he was fighting sleep throughout the night.

You had flipped to the other side and Aemond followed you, his body curling against yours while his arm draped over your chest protectively. The two of you slept in each others arms until the sun came up. Aemond woke up before you did but couldn’t bring himself to pull away from you.

He laid there for an hour, watching your sleeping form until you woke up. Groaning with a pounding headache, you brought hand up to wipe your eyes when you noticed a weight. You relax when you notice it was Aemond’s arm over you. “You stayed,” “You asked me to,”

Turning around in his arms, you held his gaze for a moment. “What do you remember about last night?” He asks. “I remember drinking.. a lot in the library. Someone came into the library but I wasn’t sure who it was. By then I was too far gone. I thought it was you.” “It was Prince Ivan,”

“The creep from the ball?” “Yes,” “What did he do?” “Nothing. His hand touched your thigh and I.. lost it. I killed him.” “You would kill for me?” “I think of things I wouldn’t do for you, and I fall short of one.”

“Then why did you do it all those years ago?” You ask, sitting up in the bed. “Because I was a fool and listened to Aegon. He told me that you accepted a proposal from a suitor. A Stark. Said that you wanted someone with two functioning eyes and lots of wealth.” “After all the years you’ve known me, you actually believed that?”

“I.. believed it because I agreed with it. I wasn’t good enough for you so you found someone else.” “Aemond, you were everything to me. There are men with two eyes that are half the man you are. I didn’t care if you owned a castle or a small farm house, I wanted you. I was willing to give everything to you, and you broke me.”

“I’m sorry-“ “So this was Aegon’s doing, you say?” Aemond hummed in response. “Seems to me that he was envious of our relationship,” “He admitted to me a year after the incident. Said there was nothing more in the world that he wanted than for a woman to care for him like you did me. If he couldn’t have it, neither could I.”

“The woman didn’t mean anything. I just needed something to distract me from the pain I was feeling. I’m sorry, Y/N.” he adds, clearing his throat as he stands from the bed. “Aemond,” you caught his hand and he freezes. He sits back down and looks at you tentatively.

“May I?” You motioned to his eye patch and he hesitates for a moment. He unclasps the belt of his eye patch and removes it from his face. His gaze remained on his lap, his head turned away from you. You slid closer to him, gently lifting his chin so he looked at you.

“You changed you gem,” you said with a smile and you felt his body relax at your touch. “Do you like it?” He asks softly. “Between you and me? I loved the ruby.” He sighs when you rubbed the apple of his cheek. “Thank you, Aemond.”

You pressed a kiss to his lips. He was stunned at your advances. This seemed like a dream to him. “I should run a bath. I smell like wine and depression.” You joked, standing from the bed. Your cheeks felt warm with embarrassment. Your intrusive thoughts took over for a moment and now you opened up a new can of worms you may or may not be ready for.

You advance toward the door until you felt a hand take hold of your arm. As you turned, he held your face and captured your lips in a slow kiss. His lips caressed your own and fire burned beneath your skin the longer you kissed him. You pulled away from him and looked up at him. “God, I don’t know why I’m doing this.” You confessed, he rests his forehead against yours.

“I-I should go,” “If that’s what you want,” you held each others gaze for a long while, neither of you moved an inch.

“There you are. I was just about to send a guard for you.” Alicent says when you emerged through the door. Aemond sits at the far left of the table next to his mother and Aegon. He arrived about ten minutes before you did so it didn’t seem suspicious.

“My apologies for my tardiness, your Grace.” “There’s no worry. It’s completely understandable, dearest. My condolences on the loss of your friend.” She says and you give her a nod. You caught the gaze of your mother and she stood when you approached her. “I’m so sorry, Mom. I didn’t mean what I said.”

You wrapped your arms around her and she rubbed comforting circles on your back. “I know, darling. I know.” “Are you okay?” She adds when she pulled away. “Yeah, I’m fine.” You sat down next to her and pushed in your chair.

You looked up and made eye contact with Aemond for the first time since you entered the room. You held eye contact long enough to raise Aegon’s suspicion. He looks between you a little shocked. Your mother hands you some fresh bread and fruit.

“So, Y/N, did you find any suitors at the courting ball?” Alicent asks. “I’m afraid not, your Grace. They weren’t.. intriguing. I tend to like someone with a little more edge.” “Yes, she does.” Your mother confirms. “So what, you like someone similar to Aegon?” Alicent teases. “Wrong brother,” you said, making Alicent pause.

“You’re reacquainted, lovely. Told you it would work.” She says to Ria. Your mouth fell open. “You knew?” “Of course we knew. You couldn’t keep your eyes off each other. Nor your hands.” You pressed your lips together and met Aemond’s gaze again.

“Oh gods be good, sit next to each other already.” “Go on,” she adds when you hesitate. Aemond stands from his chair and slides into the chair on your left side. He takes your hand into his and kissed the back of your hand tenderly. You let out a breath when he rests your intertwined hands in his lap.

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