#selflessness will get him shot so when does he step in? how?

[mikaela-the-slut-expert]

Hi! Can I request a Hua Cheng x bottom male reader x Xie Lian one shot? Maybe that the three of them are already in a relationship together. And maybe when they all go to Qi Rong's (the black water calamity) lair to kill him in that one chapter/episode, Before they start fighting Qi Rong starts flirting with reader and it makes HuaLian jealous as fuck. And so when they defeat him they drag reader back to the Puqi Shrine and reminds him who he belongs too 🤭

Also if possible can you make it smut?

Feel free to delete this ask if you want tho!

Look At Me

Hua Cheng x M!reader x Xie Lian

Sorry it took so long I'm still in school guys 😞 at first I was confused because I thought you were talking about He Xuan because I was sure he was the black water calamity

I forgot the prince's name guys

I made up connections for Qi Rong and reader

Ignore grammar mistakes

Slight ooc?

Smut ahead!!!

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They knew it wasn't going to be easy, nor was it going to feel good. Hua Cheng has meant to find Qi Rong, reveal the truth to Lan Qin Qao, and continue on with their lives. Well, he just wanted to beat the shit out of Qi Rong for what he did to Xie Lian.

All of you went to Qi Rong's lair, and watched Hua Cheng beat Qi Rong's face into the ground. Then you all got to listen to the truth about the banquet. So far so good. 'good' is an emotional ride for everyone there. But that was the whole point anyways.

Everything was going as planned, in Hua Cheng's book anyways. Until Qi Rong started slandering Hua Cheng and Xie Lian. He started yelling about how Hua Cheng was Xie Lian's dog, and how Xie Lian is so pure he must've been blinded by it.

You have a deep past with Xie Lian, and a relationship with both men so of course you aren't happy to hear these things. Especially from Qi Rong. You used to be close with him, of course you were. He was Xie Lian's cousin so obviously you would've met him. Now look at Qi Rong. It was truly pitiful.

You were upset by the words Qi Rong was saying, he used to be such a good child for you. The things he was saying weren't fair to your lovers, you also didn't want to see Qi Rong get beat up anymore. Xie Lian and Hua Cheng already had a go at him.

"Qi Rong you've grown to have such a vulgar tongue, please be quiet." You weren't going to hit anyone, you're too sweet for that, so you could only ask him nicely. It's the first thing you've said since you've been here. You haven't said anything, rather staying quiet instead. You just didn't want things to escalate further.

You hadn't expected it to work, Qi Rong is. . . Unstable, to put it nicely. Plus he hasn't looked at you this whole time you doubt he remembers you at all. It's been so long.

Qi Rong snaps his head towards you and his giggling dies down. "Y/n? Y/n is it really you? What a wonderful reunion this is!" Even though Qi Rong had just been upset about 'people throwing a party in his lair'.

"Come closer, come closer I want to see your face y/n. It seems you've been by my high and mighty cousin all this time." He grins widely. You don't reply to that, you don't know what to say. You had gone to step forward though, to allow Qi Rong to see your face after all these years.

Xie Lian stopped you though. Where he usually is so hesitant to touch you has been thrown away, he pulls you by the elbow, behind him now. Xie Lian doesn't know why he does it. Anger? Jealousy? Selfishness? Protectiveness? Hostility? Who knows but he knows that him and Hua Cheng will lose it if Qi Rong dares to spit harmful words towards you.

But Qi Rong doesn't. He does the contrary, as if Qi Rong had really missed you. As if he had a right to your person. He laughs, finding it hysterical how Xie Lian pulls you behind him. How his big cousin is selfish even though he acts like the most selfless person to ever breathe. "Hahaha! Look at you big cousin! Look, look! You've always been selfish! Selfish!" He laughs and laughs against the ground.

Qi Rong looks at you, what he can see peaking over Xie Lian's shoulder anyways. "Y/n, Y/n I've missed you over these 800 years. You must've been blinded by big cousin's light too! His pureness and selflessness right?! You should come with me instead. I miss Y/n's pretty face I haven't seen it in so long!" And he dares to try and reach a hand to your robes.

You don't know if he's being honest in his words or if he's saying it to piss off your lovers. You wouldn't put it past him. "Qi Rong please" you hiss through your teeth. You had been so focused on Xie Lian that you had completely forgotten about the seething ghost behind you.

Hua Cheng's devotion to Xie Lian is admirable and his devotion to you is the same. Qi Rong very quickly finds his face being slammed into the ground again. It's a very gruesome sight and you didn't enjoy it all. Hiding behind Xie Lian and covering your ears as Qi Rong continues to roll your name over his tongue.

Things pass, and tensions increase. Eventually leading to Qi Rong being cut in half and thrown into boiling liquids. Even though Xie Lian drags you off, you can't help but stare where Qi Rong was thrown.

Once the three of you are out of the lair, you're all interrupted by Shi Qingxuan and Feng Xin. Feng Xin wants the two of you to come back to the heavens. To come home. He demands it actually, threatening Hua Cheng with his bow and arrow. Shi Qingxuan stops him though. You and Xie Lian get pulled behind Hua Cheng.

Once things smooth over with them and Hua Cheng bullies Feng Xin with blood rain, you were expecting to go back to the heavens with Xie Lian. The two of you do need to get up there and explain everything that has happened. Xie Lian and Hua Cheng decide differently though. Instead you're dragged off and your lovers are eerily silent, seething quietly. You don't know what to say, because you don't know why they're upset. So you don't say anything you let them drag you along.

They've taken you to Puqi shrine. You can only assume that maybe after such a tiring day, that everyone is missing home. Maybe your lovers just want to spend a few hours with you and have some peace. To make what happened earlier a distant memory. Your mind is quickly changed.

Your assumptions prove wrong when Xie Lian drags you through the door and shoves you down on the mat. "H-hey! What is wrong with you?" You look away. Xie Lian grips your jaw and snaps your gaze back towards him. "Look at me, don't look away again" Xie Lian has never treated you so roughly. You've known him a long time and he's always treated you carefully. Not even in bed does he usually dare to treat you so hard.

You try to gain your balance, and to get off of the floor. You're quickly pulled back by your shoulders and your back meets Hua Cheng's chest. Leaving you between your two, seething lovers. And you? You poor, oblivious thing. You don't even understand why.

"A-Lian, San Lang! Why are you acting like this!?" You're left with no answer besides Xie Lian practically tearing at your robes and San Lang pinning your back against his chest. He's not giving you the chance to move away. Not that you would anyhow.

Hua Cheng being angry, and upset is nothing new. It's concerning sometimes but he tends to pout a lot so you expect it. Seeing Xie Lian angry, is frightening. Well, not exactly but you haven't seen him angry in a long time but he's never been angry with you. Ever.

You're stripped quickly, and your hands shoot out to Xie Lian's face. Holding his face in your hands, making him look at you, forcing him to pause in his ministrations. "A-Lian, what's wrong?"

Xie Lian's brow furrows and he lets out a shaky breath. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry y/n" he huffs softly and holds your wrist. He moves his face to the side and kisses your palm. "Qi Rong was right I am selfish. I am, I shouldn't be but I can help it. But I'm selfish for good reasons" he moves closer, nipping at your neck. His usual soft kisses, become possessive bites.

"I have a right to claim you, to touch you. You're mine. You're San Lang's. You're ours" he hisses through his teeth and he bites your shoulder hard. His hands roam while he talks, spreading your legs and his oiled fingers prod at your hole. Where did he get a bottle of oil? When did he even do that?

San Lang makes himself busy by kissing you and shoving his tongue down your throat. Stealing your breath as if it were his. Not that he needs to breathe.

Xie Lian continues, "But what right does he have to claim you? To try and take you away from me, from us?" Xie Lian growls out, and presses fingers up against your prostate. It didn't take long for him to find it, he's explored you many times. It causes you to arch against San Lang's chest and moan into his mouth.

Xie Lian doesn't feel like being nice today though because his fingers continue to rub and curl up against your prostate. You squirm against them both, moans being ripped out of you by Xie Lian nimble fingers. "A-Lian, A-Lian, please~!"

San Lang bullies you too, making you dizzy from his kisses and his forces your legs apart. He's encouraging Xie Lian to bully you. San Lang is good in bed and Xie Lian is usually obedient, but Xie Lian getting out of his shell to bully you? San Lang enjoys it thoroughly.

One of his hands wraps around your dick and he strokes you, he only makes it worse. The two take out their frustrations on you, leaving you to mumble their names. With both of them bullying your front and back, it's not long until your cumming. A long moan spills from your lips and your legs try to clamp shut. San Lang doesn't let them though.

You double over and heave a breath when they don't stop. Xie Lian bullies your prostate and San Lang moves his fingers faster around your dick. It quickly puts you into overstimulation and pretty tears drip from your eyes. "No, no, slow down~" You whine, and your legs shake into San Lang's hold.

"Tell us who's you are then" San Lang purrs in your ear. Another orgasm is forced out of you and you babble some more. "Xie Lian d-does, San Lang too. Please!" You squeal from the pleasure.

Those words are forced out of you many times that night, because they don't intend to let you get away so soon. They bully you for the rest of the night and when you show up in the heavens the next day you have a slight limp. The other officials are worried you were injured by Hua Cheng, but it was both Xie Lian and Hua Cheng who made you cry on their cocks.

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I hope you like it 😁🙏🖤🖤

#tgcf #tgcf headcanon #hualian #hualian x reader #tgcf x male reader #hua cheng x reader #tgcf hua cheng #tgcf hualian #tgcf xie lian #xie lian x reader #tgcf oneshot #mxtx tgcf

[shima-draws]

OK, so thinking about a Sanlu au where Luffy is a Pirate King who gets so many marriage requests but does not want to get married. And so he instead insists that he gets to choose his partner through a contest where all the princes and princesses of like the countries around them or other pirates can like bring him a meal and if he likes it, you get married. The problem is that whenever people bring him food he'll just eat it and move on.

And so obviously the vinsmokes are like. Oh s***, we should get in on that. New Ally? And so they try with some of Sanji's others brothers, but none of them like work because they just made their cooks make their meals and everything.

Then eventually sanji, who wants to escape hears about this. And he knows that he can cook so he makes this amazing meat dish He is ready to present his meal towards the Prince in hopes of like maybe escaping his country and living there with Luffy. But like as he's on the way there, there's like this little girl who's starving, and so he gives her the meal instead. It was a one in a million shot anyway.

Anyway, either Luffy sees him doing this or if this was like the true test for kindness for all his partners, and sanji passes the test. Luffy's like get bring this man to me! So sanji goes before him, and luffy asks if he has a meal for him. All sanji has is like, this old sandwhich that he made for himself for the journey here, and sanji tells luffy that. Luffy tells him to bring it to him anyway, and after a lot of protests, he does. Luffy finally eats it and says that its delicious. He and sanji definitely get married.

Sorry for dumping this on you, but your artwork made me literally fall in love with sanlu so I wanted to share this middle of the night idea with you lol.

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP ANON THIS IS EVERYTHING.......I'm a SUCKER for AUs like this, ones that kinda give off that Cinderella vibe? The whole 'Well if I have to get married to a random stranger I'm gonna do it my way' trope is always so fun to explore

Luffy's one requirement for a spouse being that they have to cook well is SO on brand for him tbh. I feel like that's something that would be canon too. (Thinks about a situation like that in canon where Luffy's like well nobody can cook better than Sanji so I'll just marry Sanji! And Sanji double takes like wait what hold on a second--)

Even funnier would be if Luffy just met Sanji's brothers and was like. I don't like their vibes they seem mean. And all three of them being SO offended at that lmao

SANJI GIVING HIS DISH TO A STARVING GIRL THO AAAHGFHFHF THAT'S SO. CLENCHES MY TEETH he's so selfless and giving he would absolutely give up all of his dreams just to make sure someone doesn't go hungry I am GOING to cry. And Luffy immediately noticing that, pointing at Sanji and going "Him. I want that one" AGHHH 😭😭😭

ALSO YES THE CALLBACK TO WCI with Sanji's little lunch basket...the food is a total mess it's been rained on and dropped and looks awful but Luffy eats it anyway and says it's delicious...and Sanji's like oh oh oh I think I'm in love with him. Uh-oh.

DON'T APOLOGIZE THIS IS SOOO ADORABLE I'm so glad I got you hooked on Sanlu they are so underrated!!! Going slightly off topic here but I think it's really funny how predictable I am when it comes to getting into new media. Step 1 I watch a show and slowly discover who my Favorites are. Step 2 I end up shipping those favorites together. Step 3 I make that everybody else's problem. Also that ship almost always ends up being the less popular one for some reason?? Which is SO funny to me. Looks at Trustedpartner/Diode, Yujikiri and Tododeku as the most obvious examples of this along with Sanlu

ANYWAY anon I really want to write this can I write this. No guarantees to me actually finishing a full blown fic but oh my godddd this is such a cute idea and is so in character for both of them I'm weeping real tears

#Shima answers questions #I'm going to blow up this is SO THEM!! SO SANLU #I love them so much hahfhghfsanda #I love Cinderella-esque AUs anon you're a GENIUS #Sanlu #One Piece #Lusan #Luffy #Sanji #Monkey D Luffy #Black Leg Sanji

[novthewolf]

Two’s company, three’s a family - Part five

Summary : As a cupid, an angel of love, your mission was to make sure everyone was paired up with the right person. Yet you couldn’t get your two most ancient clients to finally end up together. And despite the 6,000 years spent on the case, you couldn’t bring yourself to give them up, oblivious to the reason…

Pairing : Aziraphale x Crowley / GN!Reader x Crowley / GN!Reader x Aziraphale (polyamorous relationship).

Parts : First - Previous - Next

Masterlist : Here

Warnings : foul language, mild nudity (chest), mention of s3x, drug mention, gun use, mild violence slow burn, english isn’t my first language.

Words : 4,4k 

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"Mmh... are... you sleeping ?" A very confused voice asked

"Nnh ?!" You shot up on your bed, feeling the blanket shuffle down on your legs. You tried to open your eyes in a panic before hissing when sunlight punched your irises. The curtains. You forgot the damn curtains.

"You guys gotta stop doing that... I have a door, you know." You rubbed your eyes.

It was Mihael. How nice of her to wait over night to scold you for your behaviour. You weren't naive; you knew Adriel would go complain to his friend. But you were smart enough to know she wouldn't say anything about it. It's been centuries since she learned you could actually feel. Yet she never said a word about it to Chamuel or Jophiel. You did not fully trust her, but she was okay.

"What is it like to sleep ?" Mihael was always curious, but she lacked the bravery to try. Whether it was food, walking, sex, or, in that case, sleep, to satisfy her hunger for knowledge and experimentation, she came to you.

"Mmh, peaceful.. I guess-" You looked down at your chest and decided you had enough that people kept catching you half naked. So you snatched up your tank top and got up.

"Just peaceful ? That's it ?" She jumped on through the window on your bed, shoes on. Ugh.

"Yeah, yeah, and... energised too. Listen, Mihael, why don't you tell me what you want ?"

Yes, you were a bit rude, but you just didn't have time; you needed to get to Aziraphale to discuss where the boy might be. And if you wonder, you never went to Crowley's flat. Risking being caught by unexpected visitors was enough of a reason to not visit.

"Right, right ! So..." She looked down, gloomy. "It's time, Y/N; we're going to unfold the Bound soon." She confessed with a sad smile.

You shuddered. Fuck. You forgot about that.

"You know, the four horsmen are being summoned, and we need to lay off the Love so War can fully step in."

"Yeah, I can't come into my full power..."

"Really ? Me too !" She chirped, delighted that you shared her point of view. You scoffed but smiled anyway. It's really a shame she'll never get to experience human life.

"So, now we must turn off the flow of love and go back to heaven to prepare for war."

You ruffled your hair and grabbed a drink of water. Mihael's piercing eyes were etched on the glass, and you handed it to her with a sigh. She looked so happy, you almost wanted to laugh. How selfless of you...

She didn't quite know how to drink, however, but you decided to let her test the water, so to speak. Mihael coughed a bit.

"Does that mean hate demons will rise too ?" You interrogated, your tone genuinely dull.

"Oh, they better not ! They'll have to wait for the battle to start, those worthless rascals..."

The cupid suddenly gasped and looked at you with guilt. You know she didn't mean to insult him. Your lip twitched, but you sent her a reassuring smile. Still, she couldn't shake the regret out of her scent.

"You know, maybe he didn't turn into a hate demon..." Her sweet voice faltered as she went on.

"It's fine, Mihael. You should go; I'm sure Adriel is waiting for you." You cajoled her while leading her to the door. Yes, you have a door.

"About that..." She stopped and turned around. Her dark pink eyes just scanned yours to convey what she meant. Not that she had to; you could smell the snowy nights from miles away. "Just be careful, Y/N."

Her advice kind of fell on deaf ears. You were always cautious, but you didn't live in fear of what they'd do to you if they found out you were out of line. Yet, they dread the simple thought of what you could be. You sloped against your wooden door. What a good way to start the day...

Calling off all Love so War can enter the picture. It just felt so contradictory. You were a being of love and peace; how could you be excited to see humans kill each other and fight in a war, possibly going against Crowley or... well, you knew who. You will not let this world be torn to smithereens. It's your safe place, your heaven. Your home.

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You strolled through the busy London streets, eager to get to Aziraphale as quickly as possible. A few people bumped your shoulders, stomped on your toes, and cursed at you. The withdrawal of love was already happening. Unsettled in an unwelcoming environment made you skittish, and you picked up the speed.

As you reached the bookshop, you stopped to analyse its not-so-familiar presence. The energy was angelic, yes, but it was so powerful...

Shit.

Archangels. And they were just leaving.

"Whoop- !" You activated your spell hastily. The chime rang, and the two entities simply walked off.

"No war, without war. Ah ! That's quite the line !" Grabriel almost yodeled. Right. You stayed there with heavy breathing.

Subconsciously, you called off the spell. Or maybe you didn't cast it in the first place. In any case, you didn't expect to feel the pressure of someone's hand on your shoulder.

"AH !"

Adding to the fact that your heart was about to explode just a second ago' the speed of your twirl did nothing to help you stay steady on your feet. Luckily for you, Aziraphale was alert enough to come to your rescue. He pressed his hand against your scapula and held you against his torso. You felt the side of your mouth twitch.

"I'm sorry, dear. I didn't realise how nervous you were." He jived, his cheekbones showing. But the smell of grapefruit told you you were not the only one nervous here.

"What did they want ?" You asked, feeling the ground with your own two feet again.

"Oh, they were just checking the status of the Antichrist." He opened the door for you and followed your lead.

"Why ? Did they suspect anything ?"

"Surprisingly, no. Not a thing." He shrugged in disbelief. You liked the scent of disbelief m: custard. Yes, just custard. Kinda hard to believe, heh ?

"Mh, Crowley's right... Heaven's not very bright, heh ?" You snickered. You sat on the couch and happily watched him chuckle.

"It seems so. It kind of makes me wonder if we are too." He took his place next to you.

"Oh no, we're bright." You started, glancing at him while pretending to reflect. "But we're also walking disasters.." You snorted.

"We can say the same about Crowley, then." He laughed and slid his right leg underneath his left thigh. You giggled and took a big breath of the new smell. Ah, freesia and blueberry pie; there's nothing better.

"Absolutely." You leaned back on the seat, literally comforted by the scent. "I just don't understand... What happened during the baby swap ?"

A few minutes pass. Minutes later, you just stared at each other. Before finally realising what might be the source of the problem.

"I think... I'm going to call Crowley reel quick-"

The ringtone of the bookshop's phone rang, interrupting you. Aziraphale quickly got up, with the help of his hand on your knee.

"Maybe it's him." He muttered while picking it up. "Hello, Fell's Bookshop, what can I do for you ?"

You waited for him. For a few seconds. Then you got bored. You left Eden at home, so you didn't have any company. So you decided to roam around the library.

"The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter ?"

The sculpture of a prancing horse proudly sat on a small table. You always had a lot of fun drawing the details with your fingers since the day he created his bookshop, which was also the first day you ate chocolate, if you remember correctly. You blew away the little dust that settled on his back, and flew right at you, making you cough.

"But there are..." He stopped to see what you were doing. You smiled, charming him up. His nose simply twitched before resuming. "There are no copies of her book available."

You stepped away from the horse and instead looked through Aziraphale's prophecy books. It has always amused me how humans try so helplessly to predict what the future holds. You were no stranger to the thought; you had your fair share of doubts about your own future. However, you learned what happens when you ask too many questions.

"I don't have it. Nobody has-" The sudden silence pushed you to study the angel's face. Apparently, the correspondent wasn't the most polite boy. His mouth was set in a hard line, and he stuck his nose in the air. He was so outraged that he reeked of watermelon and curry. You would agree that it's not a nice combination. Also, you hadn't noticed, but his glasses were quite fancy on him. You shook the thought away.

"Well, there really is no need for that kind of language." He hung up and put down his glasses. You couldn't help but stare for a moment. His bright, white hair caught the sun in its lock, giving him a glow to his already stunning face. Oh, stop already, will you ?

When you finally gawked back at the shelves, a huge brown spider welcomed you.

"Fuck- !" You yelled and fell back down with a loud thud, knocking a few books on your way. Azirphale gasped and sprinted by your side.

"Are you okay ?" He was very anxious. You were just embarrassed out of your mind.

"I'm fine... Let's just call Crowley already."

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"Hey, this is Anthony Crowley. You know what to do. Do it with style."

No, it wasn't the demon answering machine. It was just you mocking him. Which he didn't seem to enjoy.

"Haha, keep laughing, and I'll bring back the spider to your face." He growled. "Why are you afraid of spiders anyway? Aren't you supposed to love all animals?"

Aziraphale was such a snitch ! Right after he got Crowley on the phone, he told him about your fall. You very distinctly heard his laugh after that.

"Stop your bickering, you two! And watch the road." He sighed, not comfortable at all. He didn't like speed that much. Nonetheless, for his best, Crowley should be the one to drive. You might give him a heart attack if you were the one behind the wheel.

"You've lost the boy."

"We've lost him." He corrected.

"A child has been lost. But you still know his age." He started to point.

"We know." He once again corrected

"We get it: you don't want to be the only one responsible." You rolled your eyes. Congratulations! You earned yourself a growl.

"We know his birthday. He's 11." Aziraphale was trying his best to keep your attention.

"You make it sound easy."

"Well, it can't be that hard..."

"At least it reduces the search area." You flapped your hand. You were still frustrated, and you felt his discouragement slowly becoming yours. Your heart filter wasn't doing very well. We only have to find his birth record."

"And then what ?"

"Well, then we find the child." Azirphale smiled. At least you could feel his hope too.

"And then what ?"

Aziraphale didn't know what to say. He simply stared at Crowley. Until a car honk cut short his attempt to find a solution.

"Watch out for that pedestrian !" The angel bawled with alacrity.

"Woah- !" You shouted. The movement had you flying on the left side of the back seat. You've never so close to the goddamn door.

"She's on the street; she knows the risk she's taking." He dissmissed. "And I'm sure it would help you two stop breathing down my neck."

You scoffed.

Oh, I'll give you 'breathing down your neck.

You scooted over to the right seat and leaned behind Crowley. Your mouth grazed his ear, and you felt the tiniest tilt of his head, like he forced himself not to move. So prideful, you joked to yourself.

"Just watch the road." You breathed down his neck. You grinned as you watched gooey bumps form on his skin. He really hated it. You laughed and pulled back. You patted his shoulders and repeated yourself. "Watch the road."

Your laughter died out as you saw Aziraphale gulp. You took back your place in the middle, almost guilty.

"Sorry, I forgot about personal space again."

Crowley's sunglasses blocked your view of his eyes; you couldn't tell if you had overstepped. We can all thank Aziraphale for his help in easing the tension.

Where is this hospital, anyway? He asked. He rubbed his sweaty palm on his trousers in an attempt to calm his nerves. Crowley coughed.

"Mh, a village near Oxford: Tadfield. His neck was still tensed. You really strung a string, huh?

"Crowley, you can't do 90 miles per hour in central London !"

"Why not ?"

"You'll get us killed! Well, inconveniently disincorporated. He granted.

"Oh God, no, not the paperwork..." You got disincorporated once, and it took you two years to finally get a new one. Still, you're sure it had been improperly delayed.

"Music ! Why don't I put on a little music...?" He hummed quizzically and looked over at you. "Do you know the Velvet Underground?"

"You wouldn't like it." Crowley interjected.

"Well, it kind of feels like you've been high the whole time."

"Oh, bepop!" He recognised you. You eyed him in disbelief before nodding.

"... Right-"

"Yah !" Aziraphale yelped. Crowley did a swerve to the right, flying you away in that direction.

"Brute !"

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The air was stuffy. Like on a deeply hot day. It was overwhelming, too. As you left the car, you scanned around you, discretely sniffing the wind. It was not held in a constant flow of emotion; it permeated the air. But it felt good. It wasn't threatening in its presence; it just existed and belonged.

"Y/N ?" Crowley called out, standing in front of the manor gates next to Aziraphale. You studied the ark, made of bricks and white stone. The whole building was surrounded by metal fences, where you could at least see the central courtyard. Which seemed cluttered with a bunch of stuff.

"You're sure this is the right place? You wondered, doubtful.

You went to them, attempting to filter that particular emotion.

"It doesn't really look like a hospital." Aziraphale agreed with you when you got to their level.

But then it hit you. You gasped, like you'd been punched in the stomach. You grabbed the angel's arm to not collapse. That was so strong. You haven't felt such things in a long, long time.

"What is it ?" Crowley asked. You chuckled.

"It feels so loved." You gazed up. Aziraphale straightened your arm while he searched for it too. You pressed your hand to your chest. Your heart filter was giving you trouble, yes, but you sure as hell wouldn't complain about it.

"No, it's definitely the place. Crowley spoke, his tone faint.

"They're right..." He smiled at you, thrilled by the fulfilling sensation of love.

"Uh-hu... Sure, can we go see the nuns now ?" He led the way.

You scoffed. "Grumpy pants..." You followed in second.

Despite that, you looked at Aziraphale and giggled. You were glad to finally be able to share your joy without risking destruction for it. Immediately after, you three got shot by something.

"Argh !" For once, the three of you simultaneously exclaimed.

Crowley got hit inside his vest, right above the heart. In your case, the sharp pain was localised to your right hip. As for Aziraphale, the "bullet" struck his calf, making him hop on one foot for a second.

"What..."

You touched where the impact occurred and saw it was just... paint ?

"Blue ?" Aziraphale asked, ever-so-confused.

"Heh, yellow." You snorted. Oh, you've got red. You noticed Crowley's chest was covered with red paint. "One more, and we're Power Rangers.."

"Hey !" A nasal voice hollered. Crowley took one step forward in front of you and Aziraphale. The man in army clothing scoffed. What... are they doing out there? You saw the angel shuffle to see the state of his pants. "You've all been hit! I don't know what you think you're playing at-"

Crowley abruptly roared as his demon self and the whiny player fainted. "Well, that was fun." He smirked.

"Well, yes, fun for you. Look at the state of those trousers !" Aziraphale pivoted his leg for you to see. "I've kept them in tip-top condition for over 180 years now." Crowley started to circle around the both of you. "Oh, I'll never get this stain out."

"You could just miracle it away." You shuddered, saddened by his concern.

"Mmh, yes, but... Well, I would always know the stain was there." He explained, his tone brittle. You pouted with a smile. Ah, such pleading eyes ! How could you say no ? You twirled your wrist around, waving the paint away.

"Oh, thank you." You smiled and enjoyed the whiff of old books. The smell of thankfulness, if you wondered. You spotted the strange gun on the ground and picked it up.

"What a weird piece of hardware..." You enjoyed the design of it, actually. Might copy it, too. Replace the paintball stocking compartment with a crossbow flight groove and riser...

"Expert in the field ?" Crowley snorted before taking the gun away. "Don't your lot disapprove of guns ?" He asked and pretended to aim your way.

"Unless they're in the right hands," Aziraphale said, confiscating the weapon. "Then they give weight to a moral argument." His explanation seemed to amuse the demon, who had a big grin plastered on his face.

"A moral argument ? Really ?" He bugged the two of you. You were just thankful. Aziraphale took the subject into his own hands and just shrugged. He laughed a bit before walking towards the building.

"Come on."

Inside, a few posters and a board were displayed that showed the rules of "the paintball game". The reception seemed to also stock a few guns and helmets. Soon, they won't have to just play war... You heard the commotion through the window, plus a kindhearted "Fuck off" too.

"Charming..." Aziraphale mumbled to your right.

"Wonder where the nuns went ?" Crowley took a brochure from the little table on your left and inspected it.

"Any information about the former satanic maternity in that little paper of yours?" You teased. The demon forced a laugh before throwing the brochure away.

On your way, you encountered a young woman running your way.

"Oh, Millie from Accounts caught me on the elbow." She groaned. You ended up stopping diagonally. The angel bent slightly in front of her to check for a possible wound at her elbow. "Who's winning?"

"You're all going to lose." Crowley announced, since he was closer to her. He snapped his fingers, obviously operating a miracle. In an instant, the splashy sound of the bullets started to sound more like a machine gun than a fairly hurtful but still non-lethal weapon. The woman ran off.

"Huh..."

What the hell did you just do? Aziraphale snapped with frantic movements.

"Well, they wanted real guns, so I gave them what they wanted, he mused, visibly proud of himself. You followed right behind him. You couldn't help your incredulity and stared at him, mouth agape.

Once you got to a window, you and Aziraphale pressed against the window and saw barrels exploding, sparks, and dust everywhere.

"Crowley !" You stressed, running up to him.

"There are people out there shooting at each other. "The guardian lamented by your side.

"Well, it lends weight to their moral argument." He kicked a door, shattering glass in the process. Aziraphale joined his hands and fidgeted with his fingers.

"Everyone has free will, including the right to murder. Just think of it as a microcosm of the universe."

"Oh, don't try to lecture us, buddy !

"They're murdering each other." Aziraphale stood before Crowley, stopping him in his tracks. You joined him.

You saw Crowley roll his eyes, despite his glasses. "No, they aren't. No one's killing anyone; they're all having miraculous escapes. It wouldn't be any fun otherwise. He explained it before our pleading eyes.

You scoffed. You shared a knowing smile with Aziraphale. Sometimes, you forget that Crowley is actually a good person and are worried that he might harm humans. But he never did. Deep down, he really loved humankind. In a teasing mood, the two of you started to walk away in front of Crowley, discussing his case.

"Aah, what a softie." It was a real claim. One thing that the demon didn't particularly appreciate was that you felt him boil in your back. Aziraphale nodded.

"Of course. I've always said that, deep down, he really is a nice guy. He began, but gasped instead.

Well, both of you did.

Crowley had suddenly roared and seized you by your collars. He roughly pulled back, colliding both of your bodies against his. You stumbled back; your head clued his upper chest. You grabbed on to his waist to not fall. Aziraphale had landed a bit higher, at neck level, and was able to meet his gaze. He also stood approximately straight, while you were quite curled up against Crowley.

"Shut it ! I'm a demon; I'm not nice! You felt his voice rumble in his chest. You gulped. You weren't scared by any means, just... mh, troubled? "I'm never 'nice'. Nice is a four-letter word. I will not have-"

"Excuse me, gentlemen ?"

The pair both turned their heads towards the professional voice. All you could do was try to nuzzle your way up Crowley's arm to peek over the black vest.

"Sorry to break up an intimate moment. Can I help you? She slowed down, and Crowley had time to recognise her. You gazed up at him but couldn't quite make out his expression. Nor his smell.

"You." His grip loosened. You helped yourself back up with the help of your stretched-out arm. You saw Aziraphale analyse Crowley's expression.

"Saints and demons preserve us; it's Master Crowley-" The woman with short hair stepped back. She didn't have time to flee, however, as the demon snapped her in place.

"You didn't have to do that; you could have just asked her. Aziraphale scolded him while fixing his suit. Crowley opened his mouth wide and made an offended sound. Alright, let's not discuss what just happened, then... You felt the angel's hand dust your shoulder swiftly.

"Of course, of course ! No. Yeah. 'Excuse me, ma'am, we're three supernatural entities just looking for the notorious Son of Satan. I wonder if you might help us with our inquiries." He spat and flashed his teeth in a scornful manner.

"Of course, of course ! No. Yeah. 'Excuse me, ma'am, we're three supernatural entities just looking for the notorious Son of Satan. Wonder if you might help us with our inquiries ?'" He spat and flashed his teeth in a scornful manner. You shot him a disapproving look but didn't say anything.

You walked up to her and let Aziraphale do the questioning.

"Mh..." He coughed, unsure. "Look... hello." His smile was always so sweet. You breathed a laugh and shook your head at your proximity. "You weren't, by any chance, a nun here at this convent 11 years ago, were you ?"

"I was." She acquiesced, completely transfixed.

"Mmh, luck of the devil." Eyebrow raised, you looked at Aziraphale, who had quite the cocky little smile on his face. You glanced at Crowley and held yourself back from snorting at the sight of your shared experience.

"What happened to the baby that was given to you ?" You asked.

"I swapped him with the son of the American ambassador. Such a nice man." You caught the smell of sun-soaked sand. You couldn't help but smile when you felt how fond she was of the memory. "He used to be the ambassador of Swindon." She added.

Honestly, you were relieved you found as much confusion on their faces as you felt. Crowley shrugged and shook his head, showing that he had no clue what the fuck she was talking about.

"Then Sister Theresa Garrulous came and took the other baby away."

"This American ambassador—what was his name ? Where did he come from ? And what did he do with the baby ?" The demon snarled, his red hair flying everywhere.

"I don't know."

"Records." Aziraphale insisted. "There must have been records." He gestured for her to continue.

"Yes. There were lots of records. We were very good at keeping records."

"Good; so where can we find them?" You questioned.

"They were unfortunately burned in the fire."

Crowley groaned and threw it back in pure annoyance. "Hastur !"

Aziraphale queried again.

"Is there anything you remember about the baby?"

"He had lovely little toesies-woesies." Her response brought a smile to your face, matching Aziraphale's. Crowley obviously had enough and took off.

"Let's go."

"You will wake, having had a lovely dream about whatever you like best. He miracled. You added a good memory orb discreetly for good measure.

"Oi." Crowley called.

As you approached outside, the sirens overtook all sound, and you saw dozens of policemen evacuating the players and taking their rigged weapons.

"You'd think he'd show up, wouldn't you ? You'd think we could detect him in some way." Aziraphale notified. He waved away a bit of smoke.

"He won't show up. Not to us. Protective camouflage." Crowley reached behind your back and pulled on Aziraphale's arm firmly, dragging you along. A bullet zoomed to your right.

"He won't even know it, but his powers will keep him hidden from prying occult forces."

You were nearing the exit, and the air felt heavy in your lungs. The stress you felt was really increasing as the trail of the investigation plummeted. Plus, the fact that love was slowly disappearing was freaking you out of your mind. You felt a constant pull trying to get you back to heaven, where all the love was stored away. Everything was just too nerve-wrecking for your dysfunctional little heart.

"Occult forces ?" You heard Aziraphale's question.

"Well, you know, us."

You watched the angel's features contort into perplexity.

"We're not occult." Crowley sighed at his objection. "Angels aren't occultists; we're ethereal."

You didn't know what it was. Maybe it was the pressure of it all, or just the fact that Aziraphale still at to make such shallow precision, but you giggled quietly at first. The more it grew, the more it alerted the two entities. It was apparently communicative since they also started laughing softly. You continued to joke on your way to the car. You took you regular seat back, and smiled foundly as the two in the front.

Yeah, Armaggedon was bad. But at least you didn't have to face it on your own.

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Hard day for Y/N, I hope you won't get any bruises ! ;)

If you have any question about your character (yourself in a sense), I'll do my best to answer without spoilers ^^

Hope you enjoyed it ! Bye !

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[soleminisanction]

I’ve been thinking about Steph and cass lately, especially with my recent re-read of Batgirl 2009. You’re totally right in that Steph does not even once spare Cass a single thought or even speak about her at all in the entire run. But it also got me thinking, didn’t this exact scenario already play out except with Tim? I’ll admit it’s been awhile since I’ve read her run as Robin, but I feel like once she got the mantle of Robin (again, taken from someone else- this time Tim) she never really spared him a second thought either. And then when she gets the Batgirl mantle from Cass, she never spared her a second thought. I know that the writers probably did not intend for this sort of characteristic to shine through, but it’s interesting nonetheless that this has happened twice. Does Steph just view people as disposable? Or as extensions of herself? And that’s why the second she gets what she wants from them or can’t get anything more from them, they drop in importance in her eyes and she doesn’t spare them a second thought? What are you views on it? (Also supergirl showing up in the middle was so damn random lmfao, did they have any previous links before that issue? Or even after that issue? I feel a bit bad for Kara that she constantly has to be besties with whoever the newest batgirl is T-T)

That is how I tend to view her, when I'm not taking steps to deliberately soften her character (like with Batgirl, Repentant). She does think about Tim a few times while she's Robin, but it's mostly in passing -- first explaining to Cass why she's in the Robin suit in Batgirl; then because he got a hold of her over the phone, briefly; and then because her last case involved an assassin, Scarab, who was hired to kill people who looked like him. Once that's established, he's out of her thoughts.

After that she thinks of him again in the lead-up to War Games, namely in the "Prelude," from Batman 12-Cent Adventure #1, which is partially an excuse to do set-up/recap flashbacks for anybody tuning into the event who hasn't been reading Batman regularly, but is also when we actually get to see the Incident that kicks off the gang war -- and it's told from Steph's perspective.

And a little later on when she hears his school got shot up, she's devastated, fully bursts into tears and is terrified that she might've gotten him killed.

That said, her writing in War Games is largely an outlier -- for all the problems with that story (and there are so many problems, don't get me wrong), it legitimately has some of the best, most selfless and heroic characterization Steph has ever been given. It's tragic heroism, but it's still genuine heroism all the same.

The rest of the time... Yeah, she just doesn't really seem to make many connections or think much about other people when they're not directly involved in getting her what she wants. That's the vibe I get, too.

As for Supergirl: they did actually establish that. There was a 4-isuue World's Finest miniseries in 2009 that told one semi-ongoing story but also used each individual issue to team up a member of the new "Batman Reborn" Batfamily up with one of the similarly-revamped "New Krypton"-era Superfam.

Issue #1 was where Tim (as Red Robin) was reintroduced to the 15-year-old Chris Kent Nightwing (and Thara Ak-Var Flamebird). Issue #2 was Damian and the Guardian. Issue #3 had Babs call in Kara to rescue Steph from a death trap and then they teamed up. and Issue #4 had Dick-Bats and Clark come in to bring most of the threads together for a big finale.

The mini overall is... okay, though there's some characterization I'm not fond of, and something about the art style just. Really empathizes how much I fucking hate Steph's ugly Batgirl costume.

(Why. Does she wear her fucking belt so loose. They do it so it'll hang akimbo on her hips but it's made of huge weighted pouches, it'd spin around her waist when she tried to grapple like a goddamn hula hoop!!)

#dc comics asks #stephanie brown critical #world's finest #war games #batman #batman 12-cent adventures #stephanie brown

[shatterinseconds]

blood

Keithtober ‘22 day 10

There is so much blood, so much. Keith’s pale hands are stained red; there’s a red smear on his face from where he tried to wipe the sweat off his forehead. None of this blood is from him.

“I swear to every god in this universe that if you die on me, I’m going to kill you.”

Lance giggles, a little woozy from the bloodloss. He grins up at Keith. “I’d like to see you try.”

Keith scowls. “Don’t even joke about that.”

This dumbass took a shot for him without a second thought; Keith will never be able to repay that act of selflessness back. The only thing he can do, has to do, right now is keep Lance alive until they can get him into a healing pod—he will not fail. He applied pressure to the wound on Lance’s side, and once the bleeding stopped for the most part, he wrapped and cleaned it the best he could.

“You’re the one who’s making jokes all of a sudden,” Lance argues, pouting for a moment.

“I’m completely serious.”

Lance reaches up to boop him on the nose. “I like it when you’re funny,” he says suddenly, without hesitation, and Keith’s heart stutters. “You’re really funny, you know. In your own special way.”

Shocked, Keith sits back on his heels. He’s not entirely sure how to take that—it’s part insult and part compliment, but it’s coming from Lance which is the most confusing aspect about it. “Uh.”

“You’re also really pretty. Like really gorgeous. You don’t realize that either,” Lance easily admits—it causes Keith’s cheeks to pink despite the situation. Lance even laughs at himself. “I stare at you all the time; I can’t get your dumb mullet out my mind, even when I go to sleep.”

It’s too much for Keith. He slaps the comm device in his ear, opening up a channel to the rest of the team. “Lance is losing it; you better get here now.”

“Oh man, what has he been saying? He’s going to hate all of this when he gets better,” Pidge says, probably in an attempt to lighten the mood. And Keith agrees with them; Lance is not going to like what he’s just been spewing, whether it’s the truth or just unintelligible babbling caused by being steps away from death. Shiro confirms that they will all be there soon.

“Hey.” Suddenly, Keith feels a hand on his cheek guiding him to look at Lance again. Lance’s face is ashen but his dark eyes remain clear. “I’m going to be okay. I trust you.”

Nodding in agreement, Keith absentmindedly wraps his own hand around Lance’s and keeps it against his cheek for a moment. His skin is still warm, a very good sign. “You’re going to get better, and once this is all over, you and I are going to have a long chat about what you’ve been saying.”

Lazily grinning, Lance allows his hand to fall back to the ground. “Looking forward to it.”

And that’s exactly what happens. Keith witnesses one of the worst moments of his life but also gains a boyfriend because of it. He claims it as a win and so does Lance, after his complete and utter mortification when he’s fully healed of course.

#klance #voltron #vld #keithtober #keithtober 2022 #klance fic #keith x lance #my writing

[ashhh-14]

▒My One and Only▒

❃Ushijima x Reader

Character's origin- Haikyu!

Warning- None

Genre- ❃

Format- One-shot

Word count- 835

Masterlist

Synopsis- How does your boyfriend react when you try to submerge yourself in the crowd knowing how many people adore him?

It wasn't often when you were free to go and watch your boyfriend's games. It wasn't like you didn't want to, it was just circumstances that almost never spoke in favor. Working several hours to support your family while still studying could be hard more than anyone can sometimes imagine. That's what made your boyfriend of two years like and eventually love you in the first place. You never complained. No matter how much you already had in your hand you always made time for everyone whenever they needed help. Always being there to listen to everyone's problems no matter if you have a dozen of your own. You were selfless. Too selfless. But that doesn't get Ushijima to deny that he got someone he never thought he could. Filling up the gap in his heart that even he didn't know existed. He was greatful for you and that you stood by his side and supported him at his worst. Being there by his side when things got too overwhelming even for him to handle. He loved you. In a way that you almost thought had already vanished from this era a long time along. And you loved him too. Greatly. More than any words can explain. He was the one who was there when no one was. Being selfless comes with its own set of cons after all. And sometimes you felt that you weren't enough somehow. That you were lacking in expressing on how much you actually love and adore him. So when you were offered a chance to visit one of your boyfriend's competitive matches before the national's, it wasn't long before your lips curved into a silent yes.

Here you were standing outside of the room where all the players of Wakatoshi's team were. He doesn't know yet. One of his teammates and a close friend of his talked about how you should visit the match and that how much it'll affect Ushijima and his spirits. So you decided to give him a surprise. You waited silently, leaning against a wall looking at your surroundings. It has been a long while since you've been to one of his games. Safe to say it has been more than half a year and that your boyfriend wouldn't even be having a hint of your arrival.

The door to the room opened as the announcement was made for them to arrive soon and they all started making their way out. Ushijima was the last one to exit, who seemingly didn't acknowledge your presence yet.

You made quite steps towards him before gently encircling your arms around his waist. He froze for a moment as if contemplating what's happening but soon enough, he was leaning back, feeling the presence that was oh so familiar to his being.

It took a good few moments before he turned around, and the first thing that happened was his lips coming in contact with your forehead. "I had no clue you'd come today. " Your arms were around him once more as his tightened around you, and you looked up at him, smiling, "Well, that's why we call it a surprise don't we?" He chuckled, his lips now coming in contact with your cheek for a fleeting kiss as he mumbled, "Thank you for coming." Your eyes softened as your hand went up to caress his cheek," It's what I'm supposed to do. Realized I haven't been the best at doing so in the past. Thought I would make up for the lost times." His forehead connected with yours, eyes closing as he released a shaky breath. One arm encircled around his neck as the other rubbed his back, another announcement was made for the players to gather in the court. "Do your best hm? Just like you always do... " You whispered before pulling back, motioning for him to go. "I'll be watching." You smiled reassuringly. His hand squeezed yours one last time before he left.

One of the best players, the one who had a great deal in making his team win was your boyfriend, Ushijima Wakatoshi. You watched his every move, cheering for him in your own little way and before long the match ended, announcing their victory. The crowd went into an uproar, girls chanting the players name like a prayer as the said group went to meet their admirers. 'He has so many people rooting for him, loving him.' You smiled distantly but your expression turned into a surprised one when none other than your boyfriend emerged from admidst the crowd of bustling fans with numerous gifts and flowers in their hands for him. He made his way towards you, arms encircling around you as you were surprised at his sudden actions. Your boyfriend wasn't someone who was the PDA type much so you never made that kind of advances but today somehow felt different. "Ushi?" You questioned but all you got was a silent kiss on your lips.

"I love you. My one and only. "

Likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!

Written by Yours truly

Ash

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[afterdarkprincess]

unfinished WIP- turns out freedom ain't nothing but missin' you

@shanie-the-komania-toyaddict dared me to so here it is- the Samijey breakup/makeup fic that I started and have put down. Who knows maybe this'll make me finish it 🫣 A lot of this is my notes, then a little bit of the proper fic I started working on.

Enjoy!!

Samijey Angst/Hurt/Comfort- the breakup fic??? Back to December

Sami gets injured by Drew back in December

Jey is distraught and concerned and wants to be there for Sami, but Sami is selfless, knows how much Jey needs this push and urges him to stay on the road.

Jey reaches out to Sami with words of support and comfort and little by little Sami’s doubt and anxieties sink in

Jey is doing well, doing amazing things. He never needed Sami, if anything Sami’s been holding him down. Sami stops responding to texts, Jey’s calls go unanswered. For a while he has excuses. PT, appointments, etc. And then it becomes clear that Sami is avoiding him and Jey can’t figure out why.

Jey has a day off an flies to see him, flowers in FUCKING HAND. And Sami is so cold to him, they fight and scream at each other and Jey leaves.

(flowers left on the door step? on the floor? like blood in the ring!! like this visual)) LIKE THE LEI FROM RUMBLE OMG

Over a month goes by and Sami gets ready to come back for the Rumble, Triple H talks to him about ideas for his lead up to Mania, plans for his reunion with Jey and Sami feels so guilty and he can’t, he can’t face Jey again and act like everything is okay.

He asks Hunter for some space, a storyline away from the bloodline, away from Jey and they have some reservations, but Sami asks for so little and has been such a workhorse that they agree.

Sami debuts at the Rumble just as Jey gets thrown out. There’s a moment when Jey looks up at him from outside the ring and they make eye contact but Sami shakes his head and looks away.

By the time the show is over Jey has gone for the night, and the speech Sami has planned to explain his decision and tell Jey how proud he is falls to the wayside.

The longer time goes on that he doesn’t talk to Jey the worse he feels. There’s some weeks where they don’t see each other at all, schedule conflicts and all that. True to his word, Triple H books him a shot at the IC championship and no one in the main event scene leading to mania even mentions his name. He’s relieved and torn. Sure he gets his Wrestlemania moment, but his hearts not in it and everyone can tell. He knows he should be on that stage in the mix to take down Roman, but can’t find it in himself to regret the decision.

The weeks they do see each other, its a mix between Jey acting like he doesn’t see Sami at all or hitting him with the saddest wet puppy eyes that Sami can barely look at him.

Sami watches backstage as Jey gets jumped by Jimmy time and time again, fighting every impulse to run out to the ring.

Gunther takes every chance he can get to beat Sami down, visceral chops and powerbombs until he can barely breathe. He does what he can, takes it with grace and grit and makes a good show. But more often that not when he finds himself face down on the mat, he can’t help but to hope that maybe he’ll hear Jey’s music hit, but it never comes.

It’s the Raw before ‘Mania, and Sami’s morale is at an all time low. He’s taken another beating, and Chad got dragged into it which makes him feel even worse. He had to watch as not only Jimmy attacked Jey but he also got thrown around by the Rock and keeping his face neutral is becoming an impossible task.

He gets caught up waiting for Chad to be cleared, so he’s still backstage after the show ends and quite literally runs into Jey.

START OF FIC

turns out freedom ain’t nothin’ but missin’ you

Sami is tired. It’s been another exhausting Monday, his rematch with Bronson going about as well as he’d imagined, with Gunther taking the opportunity to lay him flat on his ass again.

And he’d brought Chad into this too, beating the man unconscious before dragging him out to the ring and literally laying him at Sami’s feet. And who would Sami be if he didn’t rush to the aid of his friends.

Who indeed?

He shakes away the thought, what does it matter at this point? He made a choice and he’s going to have to live with it now.

Sami doesn’t sleep much anymore. Memories plague him, keeping him up as he replays them over and over, trying to find the moment where it all went wrong

The match with Drew, the botched spot when his ankle failed him. Drew making it personal and attacking him again, all because of his hatred of Jey.

Jey….

Jey worrying over his injury and vowing for vengeance against the Scottish Warrior.

Jey at his side at the hospital, fingers tightly woven with his as the Docs give him the news, showing them the torn meniscus that will keep him out of the ring for the next few months.

The talk on the way back to Sami’s apartment. Jey suggesting that he call in some favors and take time off to help Sami with his recovery, and he just couldn’t bear that. It’s bad enough that his own career momentum will be stunted, he can’t drag Jey away when he’s finally getting the recognition that he deserves.

----

Aaaaaand thats where I stopped 🫣

#samijey #jey uso #sami zayn #WIPs #I really loved this idea and then the boys got back together and idk the wind went right out of the sails

[mgc02]

Hey can you please do a two shot where Valentino instead of making Angel Dust get Charlie to leave the studio after she accidentally sets the set on fire, makes a 'deal' (read: Blackmail) with Charlie, he will allow Angel Dust to stay at the hotel but she will need to do Angel Dust's job in his place.

for anyone not aware this is part 2 here is a link to part 1

Once A Deal is Made part 2

CW: Angst, Mentions of Cannibalism, Violence, Mentions of Abuse

ok, this one is in Charlie's POV.

Despite growing up in Hell I was exposed to very little of it. I know I couldn't initially tell what was going on when I first stepped into that studio. I knew that Angel's line of work was run by that Valentino guy and that he was an overlord. But I had no idea what he was really like. And no idea what position I was about to put Angel in.

I got Angel hurt. It was all my fault. I should've listened to him. I had to make it up to him and get him away from that guy. I decided to talk to him myself. I overstepped before and although I was worried I was about to do it again at least now I knew what I was walking into and to be more careful. Angel's safety will be my number one concern I thought.

I didn't go in planning to make a deal with him. I didn't hide my desperation very well unfortunately. He told me it would just be for a couple of months and I could still run the hotel. I would just have to write lesson plans and have Vaggie implement them whenever I couldn't be there. What was I going to tell Vaggie? Knowing her she would come in like a knight in shining armor ready to slay him where he stands but if anything went wrong then Angel would pay the price.

I needed to talk to her myself first. I could talk her down. Besides It's only temporary. I'd just work on a plan to free Angel in the meantime. you know while I ran the hotel and... did Angels job... at the same time. Angel was visibly upset but bit his tongue since Valentino was still present.

"please don't tell anyone. Especially Vaggie. I need to talk to her myself. I'll be back late tonight" He agreed. At least I thought he did. I spent the day and into the night learning Angel's job and I don't know how he does it. I'm so exhausted. Valentino puts so much pressure on his workers and I don't know how Angel deals with all this stress. Breaks were practically non existent and the amount of coffee I had to drink to power through was probably enough to kill an ordinary human.

But I was getting ready to leave finally and thinking of just what to say to everyone when I got to the hotel. That's when I got a text from Vaggie. "Can we talk?" I texted her back "Can it wait till I get back to the hotel?" She responded "No" It DEFINATELY sounded like she knew. She continued. "Can you go somewhere private and call me?" I said yes and went into the bathroom and called her.

"Hey babe" there was nothing but care and concern in her voice. "How are you doing?" She asked. "I'm ok" I answered. "That was a very selfless thing you did" Vaggie didn't beat around the bush. "Angel told you?" I was surprised but it was good to hear her voice. "yes. He explained the situation to us" Vaggie sighed over the phone "Listen, where are you?" She asked. "In the bathroom" I replied. "good, stay there and don't come out until you hear 3 knocks. ok? no matter what else you hear." I was bit worried but I agreed.

I sat on the toilet hugging my legs while I heard a crash sound, then screaming, then gun shuts loud enough to vibrate the walls then screaming again. It was probably only minutes but it felt like hours before I distinctly heard 3 knocks and came out.

Vaggie was right there. Behind her was Alastor in some twisted demonic form feasting on someone's remains. Husk was there with a gun and Niffty was randomly stabbing bodies. "It took a bit to get up here but I'm here now" Vaggie said. But I had one worry. "Where's Angel?" Vaggie nodded "He's fine. He wanted to come but we insisted he stayed at the hotel and hold down the fort with Pentious" I was still worried. "What about Angel's deal?" Alastor chimed in. "Let's just say I was persuasive" He pulled the contract out of his coat. "I'd figured we'd let Angel do the honors of ripping it to shreds." I was at a loss for words. I hugged Vaggie and we left at once.

"How did you get Alastor to help?" I questioned. "you didn't make a deal with him did you?" Vaggie reassured me. "Of course not. His job is to protect the hotel and the hotel is nothing without you. But promise me one thing?" I was ready to do anything for her. "What's that?" Vaggie wrapped her arms around me like she was afraid I'd disappear. "That you'll never do anything like this again" I smiled in her embrace "deal"

#hazbin hotel #vivziepop #hazbin angel dust #chaggie #charlie hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #charlie x vaggie #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel angel dust #angel dust hazbin hotel #angel dust #hazbin charlie

[babsvibes]

What’s your headcanon for how Logan and Louise eventually get together?

Ah thank you for the ask! Actually, that’s the fun part about being a writer. I get to reimagine them getting together a hundred different ways, and they’re all valid because I said so lol

But if I had to pick something as close to BB canon as possible? I think I’d make it a Thanksgiving episode where Bob’s finally trusting Louise to make the turkey after years of her saying she could do it (the B plot is Bob trying to resist making a back up turkey).

Below is a little thing I like to call “Whoops, I wrote an episode pitch.”

Louise, determined to make her thanksgiving feast a success, drags her siblings to the store to help her get everything she needs, but they separate as she goes to find the perfect bird (Gene and Tina begin a C plot of trying to outpun each other with Thanksgiving ingredients). She spots it, but someone else does too. Their hands touch, their eyes meet, there’s recognition there. And Louise immediately starts fighting Logan over a turkey. Sure, there’s plenty of other turkeys (which Tina tries to say when her and Gene find the squabblers), but that’s ignored because she wants THIS one and apparently so does he.

It escalates, and they get kicked out of the store. Now there’s two of them and only one turkey. They both have their reasons for needing it. Louise wants to prove herself and Logan? Well, he wants the same. Except the only one he’s proving anything to is himself. Gene gasps as the plot thickens.

Tina steps in and, as the BB universe is known for, encourages Louise to take the moral high road and be selfless. They could go to another market after all. The younger sister begrudgingly yields the turkey to Logan, gritting her teeth the whole time. Now she’s going to be sincerely thanked by Logan then praised by her siblings, right?

No, instead Logan makes fun of her for having a ✨conscience✨ and giving up so easily. Enraged, she snatches the turkey back then grabs him by the ear and drags him back home despite the protests of literally everyone present. He’s going to be alone anyway, so they’re going to share the stupid turkey and she’s going to make fun of him for how bad of a cook he probably is. She bets he doesn’t even know how to spatchcock. Idiot.

They step foot into the apartment and are banished to the restaurant kitchen within minutes because of their misuse of ingredients and kitchen equipment (excellent news for Bob, who believes it will be much easier to sneak a turkey into the oven when he doesn’t have to share it with Louise. Bad news for Bob, Linda Gets Serious about stopping him from turkey trouble). Meanwhile, Gene and Tina’s pun war is heating up, transitioning from food puns to tradition puns. “You winning this battle is wishbone thinking.”

Down in the restaurant, Louise and Logan start cooking. Sort of. They’re definitely getting the turkey done, but they’re also… doing something else. Getting along? No, that can’t be it, they were still teasing each other relentlessly. But, how come when she brings up a customer that pissed her off Logan agrees with her “creative solutions” instead of telling her that she should have let it go? How come when he talks about wanting time to himself and that it’s not a bad thing to to do something different sometimes… she understands what he means? Troubling. Very troubling.

In the upstairs kitchen, it’s a close up shot of Linda. She’s drawn two thick lines in flour under her eyes and she looks frighteningly serious even as she tries to catch her breath between her growls. It cuts to a close up of Bob, who is also panting but has cranberry sauce in his hair that’s rolling down his face in a way that almost looks like blood. He screams suddenly, and the camera zooms out as he charges to put a turkey in the oven. Linda screams in return and blocks the oven bodily, smacking at Bob with a carrot. Gene and Tina are standing at the kitchen entryway, pun battle momentarily forgotten as they watch the violence unfold. “I think this is what the first Thanksgiving was like too,” Gene says.

Cutting back to Louise and Logan, they’re laughing as they trade stories about their friends, Gene and Tina, and a few about their parents. It’s weird how often they are on the same side when faced with a dilemma. It’s… nice. Not having to defend their perspective. And with someone who Gets It? Yeah. It’s, um, nice. Someone clears their throat, and Louise remarks again about how little cooking Logan knows. How did he ever think he was going to pull this off? Logan admits that he didn’t think he could have and probably would have given up to order Chinese if she hadn’t showed up at the deli counter when she did.

The scene skips to the fold-out table in the living room where all the foods have been laid. Teddy and Mort are there (wait, have they always been there? and why did the blond guy steal Mort’s seat by Louise?). Linda and Bob are complete messes. There is no back up turkey, and Linda looks quite smug about it. Someone tries to give an emotional speech about togetherness and trust, but Gene interrupts to fill his plate. It smells too good! Bob has a bite of the turkey, and he dad cries because he’s so proud of Louise. Louise takes it well, shrugging and trying to keep her grin from getting too wide. “Yeah well, you know, you should really trust how amazing I am, Dad.” She looks off then adds “and I did have a semi-helpful assistant.” Logan responds, but no one else can hear as they transition to just talking to themselves. The sounds of eating and conversation drown everything else out until Tina taps at her wine glass.

“I would just like to say that I’m really thankful. I’m thankful we could be here together and could have this delicious meal. I’m thankful for the day even. This holiday really is the ‘basting’ to ever happen to this family,” she says, effectively winning the pun war.

“Tina, you WITCH.”

#babsbles #asks #babshc #louigan #I would apologize for going off the rails there but…. sometimes you get possessed to write and you just kinda have to go with it #does it make THAT much sense that they would just let Logan into their home? no but this is BB where sometimes #sometimes the things that don’t make sense just happen and that’s why it’s fun #thank you again for the ask!!

[alienidentities-f22a]

REVISED: Character Analysis: Max

Max Evans, in the science-fiction series, Roswell, New Mexico, unites the people of Roswell in various ways and exists to allow comfort for the viewers. With his siblings, Isobel and Micheal, Max serves as the glue. The psychic connection between Isobel and Max allows the two to understand each other's feelings and emotions. The connection of the trio doesn’t falter although Michael does not share the same connection as his two siblings. Not only does Max care for both of his siblings, but also for the town of Roswell. By serving as a police officer, Max enforces the law but also protects the people around him. The most important person to him, however, continues to be Liz. His love for her never falters and he remains protective over her in every situation throughout the show. Due to Max’s selflessness and caring nature, he serves as the patron of the town and safe haven for me during worrisome parts of the show. 

In the very first episode, “Pilot”, Max protects Liz in the diner when shots fire through the window. Not only does he risk his own life by using his powers to save her, but also his siblings who would later be exposed due to Max’s decision. Although this causes tension between Max and his siblings in the first couple of episodes, he did the right thing by saving Liz, his one true love. Max religiously gives his all to Liz, however, Liz fails to see how much Max loves her in the first few episodes. She assumes very quickly that since Max is an alien, he killed Rosa, Liz’s sister. Even though this is not the case, she resents Max due to her wrong assumption. Max proves his care for Liz when he trusts her with the information about his family’s past. He gives her this private information about himself, deals with the rage from his siblings, and then is faced with the fact that she ran to tell Kyle his secret. Even after being disrespected in this way, Max still continues to care for Liz. Similarly, Max also goes through another difficult point of forgiveness when he finds out that Isobel sent Liz away when Rosa died. Not only does Max quickly forgive Liz for telling Kyle his secret but then has to quickly forgive his siblings for keeping a huge secret from him for almost ten years. 

Since Max “cared too deeply” for Liz, his siblings decided to use Isobel’s mind compulsion to send Liz away so that Max did not have to see Liz in such a depressive state of mind. Additionally, they both hid this fact from Max for years, making him believe that Liz abandoned him. Although this broke Max when he found out, he forgave his siblings and continued to protect them especially when Isobel lost sight of her own identity. Being the protective big brother that he is, Max continued to prove his love for Isobel in every possible way. At her darkest point, Isobel sought help, and Max, of course, was there for her. Growing up with only Isobel and Michael as family, Max was required to step up as the “father figure” and provide comfort for his siblings. In season one, episode eight, viewers see Isobel get violently ill. As soon as Isobel injected herself with Liz’s serum, Max felt “cold.” Isobel, believing that she diminished her powers for good, began to feel ill causing this “cold” feeling in Max. As soon as he knew something was wrong with his sister, he came to her rescue. Despite making himself sick, Max continued to try to heal Isobel with all the power he contained. In this process of attempting to save Isobel, the viewers undergo every emotion that Max also endures. Although this moment leaves viewers stressed, Max’s presence provides a sense of security because of how loyal he remains to others in the show. In this, we are constantly relieved to see Max on the screen because he continuously helps with his powers instead of hurting. 

Born to heal, Max continues to use his power only to assist others, proving his loyalty to the town of Roswell and its inhabitants. In order to protect his family, however, Max would have to take things out of his comfort zone. In episode six, “Smells Like Team Spirit”, glimpses of an overwhelmed and heartbroken Max appear when he is forced to use his powers to cover up “Isobel’s” murder of Rosa and her two friends. Not only does Max express immense regret but also floods his mind with thoughts of Liz and how badly his actions would one day hurt her. Although we see quickly how Max goes above and beyond for the people he loves, he continues to do the most for his family. While experiencing intense and heavy blackouts Max remains by Isobel’s side and risks it all to provide her comfort and security. In the episode “Songs About Texas” when Isobel is in the pod and Liz is working hard to provide an antidote for her symptoms, Max goes daily to read to his sister. In times of despair, I find Max in order to feel better about the situation at hand. Although Max’s loyalties lie with his siblings, Isobel and Micheal, as season one progresses, the stress of finding out “the killer’s” identity consumes Max, causing him to act out towards his siblings. 

Due to Max’s desire to keep him and his sibling’s ultimate secret, Micheal feels as though “hiding” from the truth of who they truly are suppresses his identity. This tension between the brothers causes Max and Micheal to lash out at one another as we see clearly in episode eleven, “Champagne Supernova”. Max says, “No one made you follow my rule Micheal. I’m not your dad.” This line indicates passive aggression towards his brother and proves that Max feels hurt by Micheal’s unappreciativeness towards him when he simply meant to protect his family. Micheal then follows Max’s aggression with, “You sure as hell been acting like it all our lives.” This interaction highlights the ongoing resentment that Micheal has developed for Max over the years following Max’s lead. As the scene continues, Max finally breaks and expresses how he has always felt guilty for being adopted and having a real family. Finally, Max confesses how he continuously pushed away his mom and resented her for not also adopting Micheal. The sad and long-awaited truth comes out when Max tells Micheal that he has always been his top priority. On top of all the family stress, Max endured he also has not stopped searching for the killer. This breakdown shows Max falling into an overwhelming state of anxiety as he tries to mend the bond with his brother while also managing to solve the mystery of the unknown killer. Ultimately, in an attempt to kill Noah, the “unknown” killer, the tension between Max and Micheal will be their demise. 

Not only does Max grow more confident throughout the season, but also more aware of his own identity. As he becomes more conscious of the danger he and his siblings are in, he takes control of his emotions and uses his anger toward Noah to take revenge. The toughest version of Max comes out in episode twelve, “Creep”, when Isobel, Liz, and Max interrogate Noah. Instead of having the “nice guy” act on, he turns into someone Noah fears and this is exactly Max’s plan. In the end, Max proves to be the hometown hero and essentially saves Roswell from Noah and his malicious intentions. Max not only uses an excessive amount of power to kill Noah but also to bring back Rosa. This action clearly indicates his immense love for Liz and is proof of his selflessness. He does both of these things for the people he loves and ends up killing himself. 

Throughout the entirety of season one, Max stayed true to his morals and is loyal to his people. Although this immense love for others killed him, he died doing what he knew was right. In dying, he saved someone special to the person he loved most, Liz. Potentially not having Max is a terrifying thought for the future season but his character will always live on in the viewers’ hearts. Max served as a comfortable character for many and viewers always could count on him to make the right decisions for others. 

#Hailey Couling

[falling-pages]

A hug and chicken noodle soup: Takashi x Reader

Feel better @ohshcscenerios <3

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Maybe love was as simple as a hug and chicken noodle soup.

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Takashi Morinozuka x Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: None

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Takashi was not used to being disobeyed.

The national martial arts champion, head of his own security firm, and father of three was used to holding power in his massive hands, for the room to fall silent at his command. He made the decisions, though with valid input from others, but he was the top dog, the one on whose authority they relied. Respect emanated from his veins, care and courage were his pedestal. When he gave an order, it was for the greater good of his company, or the safety of those he loved.

So when he returned home to find you washing the dishes, he was absolutely livid.

Not at your disobedience, per se. He was used to your sass, your jokes, your spitfire ways. Fourteen years of marriage would do that to a person, especially one as easygoing as him. But at your abject defiance, going against his advice for your own good--did you not trust him?

“What are you doing?”

You dropped the cup you were washing, the water splashing against your apron and the wall in retaliation. Soap bubbles clung to your arms, and with your deer-in-headlights stare, one would have thought he had just caught you stealing the Hope Diamond rather than just a simple chore.

“Takashi, I…” you sputter, wiping strands of hair away from your face. They had escaped from the bundle atop your head and creased your neck and forehead, though sticking with sweat or water he couldn’t be sure. If it were sweat, so help him, he was going to tie you down to the bed himself.

He left the shadows of the threshold and walked noiselessly towards you, groceries weighing heavily in his hands. You dare not move, pinned to the spot by his steely gaze. Your husband was a quiet man, not often prone to outbursts of emotions despite a wildly passionate heart. But like a predator towards prey, he came closer, until you saw the disappointment lining his brow.

Disappointment was always worse than anger.

But when he approached you, so close you could feel the energy radiating off his skin, so close but not touching, all that was left in his eyes was concern, a worried quirk on his lips that left knots in your stomach. Kindness framed him as he set down the groceries, took a towel, and wiped down your arms, leaving them soft and dry.

“I thought I told you to get some rest, love,” he whispered.

You swallowed, wincing at the ache in your throat. “I tried, I really did, but this was the only time I could get some chores done,” you whined. “The kids are with your parents this weekend, and it’s finally quiet and I can do stuff without worrying about watching them--”

“My parents took the children because you’re sick,” he responded, voice measured and even. His tone was stark, hands lingering on your wrist. Not tight enough to bruise, but enough to remind you of his strength. “You need to rest. I told you I would do the dishes once I got back.”

“But I--”

“Darling.”

His eyes flickered with hurt, and though he was never a man prone to begging, he would do anything to stop you hurting. Every weak inhale you took he felt in his own lungs, trapped and weak and congested. With the raging fever you were sporting this morning, it was a wonder you were even standing right now.

With a sigh, you let the dish fall into the puddle and stepped off your footstool--everything in this house was freakishly tall to accommodate his height--as he untied your apron, hanging it on the peg behind you. While his hands wandered around your waist, enjoying how you felt in his embrace, he bent to press a kiss behind your ear.

“I hate it when you’re hurting,” he murmured.

His warm voice broke through the gauze wrapping around your brain, and you sighed, relaxing against his chest. So warm, the only stable thing in your swimming vision.

“There’s nothing you can do about it,” you said.

“Yes there is.” He scooped you up in his arms, bridal style, and smashed his mouth against your neck, kissing and nuzzling your sweaty skin. “Go to bed, and I’ll make you some soup.”

Despite your squeals, broken and congested before they left your mouth, hiccupped and weak, you didn’t push him away, finally letting him baby you into bed. He walked seamlessly to your bedroom and pulled back the covers with you still clinging to his neck. As he lowered you down, you could have cried at how soft the sheets felt, cool silk against your sore muscles, warmth immediately drawing you into sleep. He layered the blankets on top of you before walking to the other side of the bed, climbing in and drawing the sheets around him before spooning you back against his chest.

His arms were rapture in and of themselves, an escape from your burning head and weak lungs, so tight and strong that you knew he would keep you safe from any sickness trying to harm you. His gentle breaths against your ear calmed your heart, tickling that part of your brain that sparked with love. Even as his lips traveled across your cheek you could barely find the energy to scold him.

“Taka,” you whined, as seriously as your hoarse voice would let you. “Stop...you’ll get sick…”

“I’ll be fine,” he whispered, smooth and comforting like chocolate or rain. Another kiss to your temple, slicking down to the underside of your jaw. “My body has been through worse.”

Though that much was true, it still irritated you. How could he reprimand you for disobeying him and then not even listen when you do the same?

“‘S not the same,” you mumble. “Being shot is a different kind of pain, I’d imagine.”

Takashi chuckled against your neck. Your mind traced over the diagram of his body, the scars stretching across his chest and neck, dyeing his hands and striping through his legs. His line of work was dangerous, full of deceit and corruption, but you knew he’d never have it any other way. “You’re right, my love. A bullet hurts like hell.” He wrapped you so tight you almost couldn’t breathe, but you welcomed the loving suffocation. “But I’d take them all over again if it meant you and our little ones were safe.”

Grisly and gruesome though his words were, they comforted you, lulled you into the security that he worked so hard to provide. Though you prayed it would never come to it, you knew he would lay down his life in a second to ensure yours or your children’s happiness. He even showed his love in less extreme ways--for example, forcing you to rest, holding you as you slept, even at the risk of his own health.

Over and over again you were amazed at the selfless love of the man you married.

Before you could even stop it, the tears were falling from your eyes, stinging the hot skin of your cheeks. Your heart felt full to bursting, and its hammering through your chest didn’t help at all. The world felt full of sunlight yet you clinched your eyes shut to keep in the tears, but they didn’t fool him.

Takashi felt you shake and quickly turned you over onto your back, laying you beneath him as he hovered above, one hand wiping your tears as the other held fast to your waist. “Look at me,” he whispered, the urgency in his voice making your eyes pop open. He stroked your cheek, running his finger along your nose, cooing and shushing until your gaze met his. And as soon as you saw that beautiful smile split his tan face, you knew everything would be okay.

“There she is,” he whispered, tenderly stroking beneath your eye. “Does it hurt that badly?”

“No,” you whispered. “It’s not the fever. It’s the feeling of being loved so terribly.”

Never a man of words, he furrowed his brow. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, I love you so, so much.��� A dry sob creases out your throat. “I’m so glad I married you, and I’m so glad you’re the father of my kids, and I’m so glad I not only know, but get to love such a wonderful man for the rest of my life.”

He chuckled at your delirious confession, words he had all heard before but sounded more tender in the context of your sickness. Such tenderness in your voice soothed the aches and quells of his body, the wounds he had sustained inside and out during his life, until all that was left was you with a rag and antiseptic and a bandage. He adored you so deeply that though he wanted to hear you say more, it was imperative that you rest.

“I’m so blessed to have you by my side. I love you,” he whispered, giving you a gentle kiss. He frowned at how hot your lips were and resigned himself for the afternoon. “Go to sleep, beloved. When you wake, I’ll make you soup.”

“Okay,” you mumbled, the crying finally tuckering you out. Pliantly, you rolled back over onto your side, and he laid back behind you, guiding your head to rest against his bicep and laying his other arm over your waist. As you drifted back off to sleep, you could only think of one thing.

Love really could be as simple as a hug and chicken noodle soup.

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Kofi

#ouran high school host club #takashi morinozuka #takashi x reader #mori x reader #takashi morinozuka x reader #ohshc

[marvelmaniac2000]

DAY 2 : IILunch Break II Shang Chi x Reader

Side note: Definitely doing shit at the last minute… For now on I will try to be strict about getting a consistent schedule with my posts. Apologies, this was supposed to be posted yesterday.

Summary: Every afternoon you take your dog (lucky) out after your shift from work and Shang Chi does something a little special.

Word count: +1266

Characters: Shang Chi x Reader, Your dog

Subject: Public sex, unprotected sex, sex toys (vibrating dildo), oral sex, +18 ONLY

Sorry for misspelling and grammar.

You send your last text message to your boss stating you will be back in your office in an hour after your break. Today was a beautiful day and you couldn’t wait to step foot into the city. Your phone vibrated again, but this time it was Shang Chi.

You smiled at your phone and hurried down the sidewalk of San Francisco. Many people bustled by getting to their own destinations. Valentine’s day was just around the corner and you barely had any idea what to get your own man. You patiently waited for your uber ride before finally climbing inside. This would have made year two of your relationship with Shang Chi and you couldn’t help but run through all the memories that filled your mind. The recent argument you guys had together didn’t come close to jeopardizing your relationship, however it definitely raised some eyebrows by your parents if you two were ever getting married. The view of the local stores reflected the window and finally saw the view of your loft approaching in sight. You spoke your goodbyes before you climbed out the backseat. The jingle of your keys tangled through your fingers before you found the correct one headed up the apartment staircase. Once you finally arrived at the numbered door, the faint sound of your dog barked eagerly.

A smile crept your lips as you pushed the door open to see your little black pug.

“How’s Lucky doing today?” you ruffled his triangle shaped ears. His blue little collar jingled beaming with his round eyes. You unhooked his leash from the wall to click it on his neck.

“Off we go bud” you lead him out the doorway out the loft.

Walking down the center plaza gave you goosebumps to your skin. The vibrant array of colors and activity of society bubbled you up with joy. You made your way down the walking trail toward the excluded bushes and trees where you could rarely spot other people. when skimming to see Shang Chi. Lucky jolted your arm forcefully in the direction he spotted him in the open green field. You notice a beautifully made picnic was set up under a corner of a shaded tree. The sight of it all was something out of a movie. During the beginning of the relationship. He was a nervous wreck (and so were you) from every date and time you spent together but now he felt like himself and the sweet & selfless man you have come to love with the most adorable actions.

“This is so sweet, how did you manage to set this all up?” you clipped your pup to let him roam free.

“A wise man never tells” he shrugged his shoulders sitting against the tree trunk. You lowered yourself to sit comfortably across from him on the picnic blanket.

“How’s work so far?” Shang Chi scavenged around the basket to pull out two neatly sized sandwiches.

“It’s been pretty great so far, I think I will probably get promoted so I’m going to keep my fingers crossed” you unwrapped the sandwich. “You?” you took a bite.

“Same ole same, trying to keep a normal life even after saving the universe” he joked.

“Well excuse me Mr. Hot Shot” you giggled. You both chatted for a while and you sat with your head resting on his lap. Shang Chi took a glimpse at his phone to check the time.

“Uhh where did Lucky go?” he searched with his eyes.

“I saw him digging a hole near a bush. He's fine” you reassured me. Shang Chi drifted his hand down to the zipper of your pants.

“We still have a half hour left, wanna a quickie?” his hand slipped under your shirt to trace your stomach.

You knew that public sex was a huge risk to take outside, but you two were willing to take that risk for the excitement.

“Let’s move over here, They won’t see us then” he moved the basket away and moved the blanket closer behind a secluded area with tall slim bushes.

“Oh I forgot one more thing” Shang Chi looked around before pulling out a miniature pink vibrator from his pocket.

“Remember this thing?” he slightly displayed it between his knuckles. You shushed to come over to the bushes so you guys won’t waste anymore time.

The rebellious nature of yourself couldn’t wait to try something this risky. Shang Chi began kissing the exposed bare skin of your v neck shirt. You eagerly unbuttoned your pants only leaving your lace panties on. While still trying to stay hidden between the bushes, assuming position you lay on the blanket with your legs spread open. Shang Chi quietly kneeled down with the dildo shaped toy in his hand.

Shang Chi lowered his face down to peck your moisten pussy with a kiss. He turned on the vibrating dildo and rubbed it slowly between your folds. tYou moan out in anticipation, noticing how slow he was teasing your aching core. Your clit vibrated in pleasure as the vibrator felt like a softened dick rubbing inside you. You brush your hands deep inside his hair to want him to press it harder. Shang Chi moved the toy harder around your clit before slowly inserting the dildo inside your opening. You bite your lip hoping he would just do more with the toy.

The pink toy slowly glided up and down staining the toy with your wet juices. You buck your hips to the toy and rub your own clit to double the pleasure. Shang Chi pushed your leg outward to gain more access to your wet sight. He gently pulled out the dildo and replaced it with his mouth instead. You try to let out a restrained moan feeling how soft his tongue felt. “Daddy” you whisper, wanting him to work on his skills. He sucked harder on your clit making sure not to leave any part of your inside licked. After doing so he adjusted himself up to peak around the bush to check to see if anyone else would come around.

Once the close was clear, you watch him wonder what his next move would be. Shang Chi slowly undone his pants only to slightly expose his hardened dick through his pants. You hungrily opened your legs wider for him to fuck you. “I couldn’t help but at least put my dick in you once” he held your panties to the side and guided his member slowly into your entrance while leaving pecks of kisses on your collarbone. You whimper feeling his hardened member fit you perfectly inside your sweating core. Shang Chi let out a husk moan feeling how tight you were. Your legs wrapped around his hips to gain more deeper thrusts.

“You feel so good but I have to pull out before someone catches us” Shang Chi breathed. A rustle noise came from around the bushes and you instantly panic frantically putting your pants back on. “Oh shit” Shang Chi redid his pants and straightened his button. But to your surprise it was nobody but Lucky rustling out with mountains of dirt all over his fur.

#marvel #mcu #fanfic #shang chi #simu liu #love story #shang chi smut #legend of the ten rings #shang chi x reader #Shanghai chi GIF #Valentine #valentines day #writing #marvel fic

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10 Reasons Why Zekaela Should Be Endgame (And Jachaela Should Not) - Part Two

Here is part two of my Zekaela endgame argument as promised. Beware of potential spoilers and enjoy.

5. They Communicate Well

Many argue that the key to a healthy relationship is communication. If a couple has an issue how can it be resolved unless they communicate? It’s easy to shut someone out when you don’t think they will understand, or you don’t trust them, or you’re afraid for whatever reason. Because Zeke and Michaela understand and trust each other they are able to communicate well, even about issues that are hard to talk about. Communication takes honesty and vulnerability, and something that many fail to realize, it also requires the ability to listen. Though Zeke takes time to open up to Michaela he never lies to her. He told her about his drug and alcohol addictions, his assault charge, his relationship with Courtney. There have been a few instances when they didn’t agree with one another but instead of becoming a deal breaker they were able to work through and resolve the issues with communication.

Michaela often shuts Jared out because she does not think he will understand or agree with her on her callings. Oftentimes, Jared does not listen to Michaela and even acts against her wishes. If he had truly listened to her and given her the space she needed he may have stood a better chance of rebuilding their relationship, and she would not have gotten shot either. In reality, Jared not listening to Michaela when she communicated her needs to him is what pushed Zeke and Michaela toward leaning on one another.

4. They Don’t Get Carried Away By Jealousy

There are many instances when Zeke and Michaela could be jealous of each other, and at times are, but instead choose to look past it. Michaela allowed Courtney to shelter with them despite her being Zeke’s ex-wife (though apparently not legally). Zeke has shown some discomfort with Jared and it’s not hard to see why. However, neither of them takes it out on the other. They don’t try to sabotage their partner’s relationship with the object of their jealousy and they even show understanding over why that relationship is important to their partner.

Jared is the complete opposite on this point. I really don’t think I need to elaborate. Mick literally got shot because of Jared’s jealousy.

3. They Put Each Other First

Zeke and Michaela are couple goals much of the time because they know how to put the other first. This demonstrates true, selfless love. There are so many instances of this quality in each of their characters. Michaela putting her job and relationship with Jared at risk simply to break Zeke out of jail. Zeke putting his life at risk to stay beside Michaela. Michaela putting her fears aside and marrying Zeke so that he could have the memory of their love rather than the memory of a desperate clinging to treatments in a sterile hospital. Zeke following Michaela’s lead and trusting in her decisions. They love each other so much that they are willing to overlook their own immediate needs or desires in order to make sure that the other is happy, because in short their partner’s joy brings them joy.

Jared often refuses to put Michaela first if it does not favor his desires. He could not give her space because he wanted to be closer to her. He could not let go of his vendetta against Zeke. He resents her for following her callings despite how they might save her life. This is not selfless love. It is possessive love. 

2. They Are Married

I cannot tell you how tired I am of Hollywood and entertainment making something as sincere and binding as a marriage so light and wishy-washy as if there aren’t enough divorces in real life. In today’s society marriage is not given the level of gravity and sincerity as it should be. Marriage should never be entered into lightly and it should not be so easily disintegrated. Despite the speed in which Zeke and Michaela got married the writer’s insured that there was a weight to the decision. It was given thought and both characters understood what was at stake. And when Zeke beat his death date the two were thrilled at the idea of “growing ancient” together. Michaela’s statement to Grace on how she couldn’t wait to “be on the other side” of the death date with Zeke shows that both want a lasting marriage. They want to spend their lives together, grow old together, make mistakes together. Their vows also demonstrated this with Zeke vowing to love Michaela as long as his life allows, and Michaela vowing to fight for their lives together for as long as they both shall live. Both kept that time stamp open-ended because both hoped it could be far longer than one day. Also Michaela’s sadness of her brother’s dilemma in his marriage and her immediate remorse over her affair with Jared and having destroyed another woman’s (her best friend’s to boot) marriage shows that she understands the importance of marriage vows and the ugliness of divorce and I am sure she would not want to go through that in her own marriage.

Jared has demonstrated twice how easily he overlooks the importance of marriage and marriage vows. He cheated on his own wife, and no matter how you justify it being with Michaela, it was still cheating and he still broke whatever vows he made. He showed very little remorse over it and didn’t fight for his marriage at all. Then he told Michaela in the season 3 finale that he only stood by and watched her marry Zeke (which he didn’t since we all saw him leave before the ceremony anyway) because Zeke would be gone soon. As if marriage to Michaela was a bone to throw to the poor dying man before he could have his chance to step in and have her to himself. He showed no thought in how this would have hurt Michaela to have been a widow so soon, and he did not hesitate in making his confession despite knowing the strain it might put on Zeke and Michaela’s marriage. I hope to God that the show writer’s will surprise us and show Zeke and Michaela work through even this obstacle only to come out in an even better and stronger marriage. They’ve shown us they can handle a good marriage with Ben and Grace, so hopefully they keep it up.

1. The Callings Brought Them Together

Lastly, the Callings, or whatever the entity behind them is, brought Zeke and Michaela together. The two were resurrected. They received callings that led them to find one another. They found a petrograph that showed their experience together. They received some of the same callings that led them to work together and hence grow closer. The callings ensured they got married when Michaela feared they were missing out on an opportunity to save Zeke’s life. If this is not the universe screaming out that they belong together I don’t know what is.

However, the first thing that the Callings did in order to insure that Michaela ended up with Zeke was separating Michaela from Jared in the first place. Indeed the Callings have actually managed to drive a wedge between the two on top of the already complicated nature of their relationship. Why go through this whole predestined story line only to go “Sike! She ends up with Jared anyways.” Not making Zekaela endgame would make everything that’s happened between these three characters completely pointless.

At the end of the day the story is in the hands of the writers. They have a plan and goal in mind. It’s impossible to tell what route they will go. However, the relationship of Jared with Michaela and Zeke with Michaela since season 1 has shown time and again that Jared does not have a healthy or selfless love for Michaela, but Zeke does. Every Jachaela worshiper always argues that there is too much chemistry and history between them for them to not be endgame, but relationships are so much more than chemistry. You can have chemistry with many people in life but that doesn’t mean you should end up with them. And oftentimes history can be toxic and unproductive which is shown with Jared not being able to let Michaela go or give her space. I don’t go running back to my exes all day long simply because we have chemistry and history. Oftentimes, history is enough to get you running away as we’ve seen Michaela do. So without their chemical history what do they really have?

Well Team Zekaela I hope you enjoyed! I will be going into Manifest Season 4 with hopes that the writers don’t sink our beautiful ship. Please share your thoughts and look out for future posts about Manifest, Zekaela and more!

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true lies - s. r. (11/15)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Series Summary: Spencer is furious, when you rejoin the team after a year and after you left him, when he got arrested. Little does he know, that you leaving him was the only option to ever get him out of prison.

Chapter Summary: you know what's coming - the truth.

Warnings: angst, minor violence

Word Count: 2k

A/N: i listened to my favorite saddest songs while writing. be prepared. thanks for your kind feedback! gif not mine.

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JJ snaps you out of your thoughts. There's an expression on her face that you can't find the words for. "Y/N? What does she mean?"

You have to swallow. Your throat is tight and you can barely breathe, so you cling to her to keep from sinking to the floor. You can't take your eyes off the two in the interrogation room.

"What deal?" Spencer sits up straighter than he already does. His whole body is tense.

Cat shakes her head. "I thought you weren't here to talk about her or you."

When Spencer slaps the table with his palm, she doesn't even flinch. You do, the harder, and JJ's hands clench into fists. But you only notice this out of the corner of your eye. "What deal, Cat?" His tone is harsh, leaving no room for Cat's games.

She sighs. "Maybe you should ask her yourself. After all, she did come here with you, didn't she? I don't think she'd skip this dance." Cat looks past Spencer to the one-way mirror, straight through it, as if she knows you'd be standing right there. Her grin is crooked and ugly. "Come on, Y/N. You should know I don't bite. Not without notice, anyway."

You feel JJ's gaze on you as you enter the interrogation room without a word. You close the door behind you and out of the corner of your eye you notice Spencer looking at you. But your gaze is fixed straight on Cat. You stop right at the door.

"It's good to see you again, Y/N."

You don't have to be a mind reader to know what's going on in Spencer's head. It's practically written all over his face. Again?

"Hi, Cat," you reply curtly. You feel like shooting her.

"I always knew you lived dangerously. But I didn't think you were stupid. Yet you were the smartest one on your team. No offense, Spencie." She says it like she's bored out of her mind, not like the whole situation could completely escalate in the next second. Spencer tries not to let on, but you can read the confusion on his face. "I guess I was wrong about that."

"What are you talking about?" you ask, involuntarily taking a step forward. Cat takes it as a sign to keep talking.

"I know you killed my partner in crime. Must have been quite a mess, I'm told. Shot right through the head. Kudos, Y/N. I knew you were smart, but you're also badass. Who would have thought." She raises her hand and inspects her filthy and chewed fingernails. Her gaze drifts to you without her moving her head. She looks at you through her eyelashes, which makes her look crazy. "Quite a pity about him. But he was really just my accomplice's boyfriend. So, not worth mentioning."

Accomplice? Boyfriend?

It only takes a brief moment for everything to come together in your head. Apparently, all emotion falls from your face, because Cat looks extremely pleased. "You didn't play by the rules, Y/N. And now someone else has to pay for it."

In three steps, you've crossed the room and pulled Cat from her chair. Before Spencer can stop you, you push her full force against the nearest wall, causing a gasp to escape her mouth. You press your forearm against her throat and she lets out a hoarse laugh. Her gaze mirrors yours. Fierce and unyielding. The pressure on her throat intensifies and she has to cough.

You feel big hands on your shoulders, yanking you back so that you stagger and bump into the table. For a brief moment, you want to fight back as you leap forward again to put a stop to Cat once and for all, but Spencer extends his arm to allow some distance between you. You don't look at him. Out of anger and out of shame, because this isn't you.

"What's going on here?", he finally asks when you've pulled yourself together a bit and he's sure you won't kill her the next chance you get. "What's she talking about, Y/N?"

Cat's look is challenging and you know full well she's not going to say anything. She's dropped the bomb and now it's up to you to make sure the explosion isn't too devastating. You look at Spencer and tears form in the corners of your eyes. There's no way to get around it. And he better hear it from you than from some crazy psychopath. You owe him that much.

"When you were arrested", you begin, hoping your voice doesn't sound as brittle as it does, "it was clear to me from the start that Scratch couldn't be responsible. When you were taken to Millburn Correctional Facility instead of protective custody, it should have been obvious to the others. It was no accident that they sent you there. It was too personal." You can barely look at him, which is why you stare at the floor. "It couldn't have been Scratch, but there was no one else who had a score to settle with you." Your gaze shifts to Cat, "Except for her.

I had no proof, nothing. But I was one hundred percent sure she had something to do with it. So I talked to Emily. She gave me the day off, and I came here." You suppress the urge to knead your hands, so you shove them into your pants pockets. Your gaze wanders back to the floor, though you'd like to look at Spencer. You want to know what's going on inside him, but you don't dare. "Cat denied having anything to do with it at first, but I didn't believe her. And then she made a deal."

"And that included?" asks Spencer. You have to swallow.

"She would get you out of jail, after all, she put you in there too. I knew you wouldn't make it through jail. And not because you were too weak, but because I knew there were some people there who wouldn't bat an eye to hurt a FBI agent like you. And I couldn't stand that, so I went for it." With each word, your voice grows quieter, though you try to sound as determined as possible. But the pain weighs you down and takes away your breath. You remember the visit then, and what it had cost you.

"And what did she want in return?" Spencer's eyes glisten as if tears have formed in them. He blinks once, and the shine disappears. "What the hell did she want, Y/N?"

You can't stop the tears streaming down your cheeks Your heart is beating fast, like it's about to jump out of your chest. You take a deep breath and brace yourself for what follows. "She - she wanted me to leave you. Cat knew that prison could never hurt you the way I would if I abandoned you. If I left, with no explanation and no goodbye."

Spencer's shoulders sink and his muscles are no longer stretched to breaking point. You don't dare look at him, so you stare at Cat, whose grin has actually widened. Psychopathic sadist.

"Actually, Y/N was never supposed to come back either", she continues the explanation, but Spencer continues to look at you. "That was the deal. You weren't supposed to tell anyone about this and never come back, but you didn't stick to that. You thought if you killed the guy and I continued to be in here, you could go back home and get on with your life." Her grin disappears and suddenly she looks incredibly bitter. "Very reckless, if you ask me. My birdie knows you're back home, and as a warning, she left you a trail of dead married men. Apparently you got the message, after all, you're here. That they are dead is all your fault, Y/N. Because you couldn't stay away from your beloved Spencer." She looks from you to Spencer. "It's tragic, isn't it? She loves you so much that she took on all that pain just so you could get out of jail. How incredibly selfless of her. And I'm pretty sure you weren't exactly kind to her when she returned, were you, Spencie?"

Spencer and you can't look at each other, so heavy is the pain on your shoulders. All the anger, despair, and confusion that had spread through you since you saw each other again gives way to an all-consuming feeling of pressure that you can't shake. The only thing that can give you both some comfort is the clarity that has been created. Spencer now knows what really went on, and you no longer have to keep secrets from him. But the matter is far from over.

You look to Cat, but can't find the words. She's won.

You leave the interrogation room without looking at Spencer or saying another word. What could you have possibly said? JJ looks at you with widened eyes as you rush past her. She has her cell phone to her ear, probably talking to Emily, but calls after you, but you don't stop. The air in the building is stuffy and you feel like you're choking on it. Your heart is racing and you feel sick. You just want to get out.

"Y/N." Spencer's voice forces you to stop. You stop so jerkily that you almost fall. When you turn to face him, he's standing right in front of you. His gaze is hard. He opens his mouth, but he doesn't know exactly what to say either.

"I can't, Spencer", you beat him to it. You want to turn and keep walking, but his hand curls around your arm. At the touch, you're struck by lightning.

"Don't you think we should talk about this?"

You should. Definitely. "She had the men killed because I returned", you whisper. "She killed them because I couldn't take it anymore. Because I wanted to be with you. It's all my fault, Spencer. And I'll take the consequences for that."

"So you're just going to leave? Without explanation and without goodbye?"

You don't want to leave, quite the opposite. You would love to throw yourself into his arms, kiss him and never let go. You want to tell him you love him, but you can't. "I can't stay, Spencer. If I did, she would kill more people. I can't be responsible for that. I'm sorry."

You turn away from him, but as you take a step forward, Spencer pulls you back, making you slam against his chest. Your hands settle on the soft fabric of his shirt as his settle on your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. His expression has changed. There is deep sadness in his eyes and he tries to blink away the tears that have formed in the corners of his eyes, but they fall down his cheekbones. All at once, he looks so young. "Promise me you'll come back? Back to me?" One of his hands clasps both of yours, still resting on his chest. He holds them tightly, afraid of losing you again.

You smile weakly at him and tears come to your eyes too. Your smile is honest, but sad. "I will always come back to you."

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everything happens for a reason part 5 - zuko x fem!reader

I can go anywhere I want, I can go anywhere just not home

part 4 | masterlist | part 6

a/n: this was hard to get going but once i got to the end the words just flowed. ive come to the conclusion that writing dialogue with katara is my favorite thing to do

warning(s): nightmare at the beginning, survivor's guilt from y/n, some internalized homophobia :-( but aside from that its mostly fluff

wc: 3.6k

chapter title comes from my tears ricochet by taylor swift!

She was trapped.

It was a prison of never ending hallways in some kind of infinite void, complete with the rank stench of death and an innate feeling of hopelessness.

Y/N knew this place. It had been the subject of her nightmares on countless occasions, because it was where she was supposed to be. She had no choice but to start down the pathway of cracked stone — she knew what awaited her, but it was the only way out. She had developed some sick sense of awareness in this nightmare and it didn’t do her any favors.

She began to walk hastily down the path, the itch of paranoia already plaguing the back of her mind. Countless times she had been here, and yet it never got better.

Before Y/N knew it, she had reached her unwanted destination. The first tangible thing in what felt like miles was a prison cell, and she pushed forward despite knowing what awaited her. It was the only way.

“It wasn’t the only way.”

She froze, inhaling sharply as the dreamscape seemed to pull her thoughts out of her mind, and she forced herself to take another step closer, the inhabitant of the cell now visible.

“You did this to me.”

It was her mother, but… not quite her. Her voice strained and stiff, a gaunt appearance with cruel eyes, hunched over in a prison cell. Any sign of the woman Y/N knew her as was gone, and it was her fault. She was the reason Kura was gone — a mother’s ultimate sacrifice because her daughter was too stuck in her head.

“How could you do this to me?” she asked. “How could you be so selfish?”

Y/N tried to respond, but she couldn’t. It was no use anyway — her words would’ve come out in broken, pleading rambles to someone who couldn’t hear a thing. She knew it was fake, she knew this was a nightmare, but it still hurt all the same.

She had imagined her mother saying those words to her so many times they had found their way into her nightmares despite knowing that Kura would never utter a single syllable true to her fears. She had all but killed her mother, and instead of remembering her for what she had done for Y/N, she appeared in her nightmares.

She was a horrible daughter.

She heard footsteps and whirled around, instinctively taking a step back and wincing as her back slammed into the bars. A tall, dark figure creeped towards her and her breath caught in her throat — as it came into the light, she recognized him as the Fire Lord.

He chuckled coldly as he neared ever closer, the path he walked turning to flames behind him. Her eyes darted around for an escape only to find that everything was on fire. It was suffocating, she couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t think, and when she turned to look for her mother she was gone. Everything was gone, her dark void now a prison of flames.

She turned around once more and Ozai was right in front of her, the fire in his hands glowing red hot and a cruel smile on his lips.

“Did you really think you could get away that easily?”

-

She shot up in her bed, a scream on the edge of her lips but just barely managing to hold it back. Ragged breaths were ripped from her chest, her eyes shooting around wildly as she attempted to find anything at all to ground her. It took a few minutes, but with repeated mantras of it was just a dream and you are safe, she was able to calm down.

She pulled her knees to her chest and exhaled long and deep before pulling herself out of bed. It seemed that her day was going to be starting much earlier than planned.

Four years had passed since her arrival at the Northern Water Tribe, but the nightmares never ceased. It didn’t matter how many times she told herself she had done the right thing, that it was what her mother wanted, that if she stayed she would’ve died — she was constantly haunted by her past actions and memories of the Fire Nation.

She hasn’t taken off the necklace since her mother gave it to her, no matter what she does. It’s almost become a part of her now — a memory of Kura and her selflessness that knew no bounds, as well as a grim reminder of what it cost to get her here.

The Northern Water Tribe itself held countless memories of her mother — after all, it was where she had spent the first eighteen years of her life. Her name was well known throughout the tribe with nobles and elders alike, and it amazed Y/N to no end the impact that her mother left everywhere she went. She loved hearing stories about her mother and what she was like as a child, but it was always bittersweet.

She always carried an inherent sense of guilt with her because of who she lived with — her mother hadn’t been lying when she said that the necklace would get them to help her. Kura’s parents still lived in the tribe, and they had taken Y/N in after she revealed who she was. They loved her unconditionally and never made her feel like a burden, but Y/N would be lying to herself if she didn’t think they blamed her for the fate that befell her mother.

After all, she did.

She had never told anyone the full story of why she ran though. It was one thing to leave her mother behind for certain death because of the Fire Lord’s rage, it was another thing to admit that it was wholly her fault because she had fallen for a prince.

Zuko.

Not a day went by where she didn’t think of him. She still held the hope that she would see him again someday, but in lieu of travel she turned to letters.

Y/N had a shelf full of unmailed letters addressed to both Zuko and her mother — it was a way to get out her emotions whenever she was feeling particularly homesick or hopeless, and it did help at first, but after four years it had become something born out of habit rather than necessity.

She still wrote them though — Y/N had learned to hold onto any form of hope she could muster up, no matter how small, and in this moment she needed some.

She opened her shelf and rifled through piles upon piles of letters, some finished, some hardly started, and some crumpled from fits of rage, and her breath caught in her throat when her fingers brushed something different. Y/N pulled the material out and nearly started crying right then and there.

It was an unbelievably simple patch of fabric, but it meant the world to her — something that she had bought during her last night with Zuko, and one of the only pieces of material to have survived her journey to the Northern Water Tribe. She was forced to sell the rest of the fabric she had brought with her in order to make some easy money while on the run, but she had kept this as a memento. She could almost be brought back to the final sunset they shared if she looked at it for long enough.

Y/N bit down hard on her lip to stop the tears and shoved it back into the drawer before closing it and leaving her room in a haste. Sometimes she wasn’t strong enough to handle the memories.

She made her way to the living room and let out a sigh of relief when she noticed the silence. Y/N had never told her grandparents about the nightmares, and right now she just needed some time to herself. Never before was she so thankful for her grandmother’s gossiping nature and her grandfather’s work than she was in the mornings where she just wanted to be alone.

She sat down on the floor, not even bothering to get a cushion, and stared at her hands. Once smooth and untouched by the world, they were now rough and calloused with wrapped bandages resting just below her wrist. Permanent memories of what it took to get here. The ever present reminder that nothing came without a cost.

This morning seemed to be one full of yearning for the past. Y/N tried to shake her feelings off and got up once more, contemplating some steamed sea prunes before deeming it fruitless. Her appetite was lacking after her trip down memory lane.

She walked back to her room and got dressed hastily then ran out the door, but not before plucking a gift from her shelf. Today marked the birthday of a certain princess, and Y/N had to go fast if she was going to get it to her before class.

She was immediately hit by the frigid air of the North, pulling her anorak tighter around her frame as she began to run to the canals — one could always find Princess Yue there in the mornings — doing her best to avoid anyone else walking.

Y/N saw Yue just about to board one of the boats and sped up, waving one of her arms as a signal. “Yue, wait!”

She turned and her face immediately brightened up at the sight of Y/N, raising her open palm so the boatman would hold up. “Y/N! Would you like to join me?”

She raised her eyebrows. “Really?”

Yue’s nod prompted a shrug as she dropped down carefully into the gondola, taking extra care not to drop her gift, and took a seat next to her friend.

“This is a nice surprise,” Yue smiled as the boatman began to waterbend, effectively moving their gondola through the canal. “But if I might ask, what brought you here so early?”

Y/N laughed, thinking her reason for coming here obvious. “It’s your birthday, princess! What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t come to wish you well in person?”

Her smile grew even brighter, the corners of her eyes creasing up in the way that made some kind of warmth blossom in Y/N’s chest. “Thank you! That’s so sweet — I’m especially honored that you woke up early just for me.”

“Of course.” Y/N brandished the gift she had been doing her best to hide, unable to do the same for her own smile. “And here’s your gift! I sewed it all myself.”

Yue gasped as she took the creation, giving it a slight squeeze and a thorough investigation before absolutely beaming. “You made me an otter penguin— oh, you know how much I love these!”

She wrapped Y/N in a tight hug before pulling away, but it was just long enough for the heat to rush to her cheeks. “Thank you so much, really. You don’t know how much this means to me.”

Y/N beamed at the praise and nodded, shifting a little in her seat. “Oh, it’s nothing. I’m glad you like it so much.”

The two girls grinned at each other then turned their gaze to the horizon, content to spend the rest of the ride together in comfortable silence.

Her friendship with the princess of the Northern Water Tribe was something that Y/N cherished with all her heart. She could confidently say that Princess Yue was her best friend, and she hoped it was a notion that Yue shared. As beautiful as she was kind, the princess always had a way of making her feel better on the hardest days — Yue was the only one who knew the whole truth of what happened in the Fire Nation, and she offered nothing but sympathy.

Y/N honestly didn’t know what she would do without Yue. She had been her rock during the whole process of getting situated in the tribe, always lending a helping hand when she stumbled in class or was completely oblivious to something in their culture, and she never made her feel stupid, or unwanted, or less-than for what she had come from.

The only thing that confused her about Yue was the feeling she got whenever Y/N was around her. The rushes of heat to her cheeks, the warmth blossoming in her chest, and the unusual happiness she felt anytime Yue smiled at her. The most peculiar of it all was the strange tug of jealousy any time a noble boy tried to flirt with the princess, and nothing but disinterest whenever they tried an angle on her instead.

She didn’t know what any of it meant, but she had the sneaking suspicion that it was wrong. So Y/N did the only thing she could and suppressed it.

Soon enough, though much to their chagrin, Y/N had to leave. After some exchanged hugs and one last wish of happy birthday, Y/N took off for her morning healing class. But as she hurried down the icy paths, she caught sight of the most peculiar thing.

A giant flying bison was being led through the canals with a team of waterbenders, three kids that couldn’t be any older than her on its back. One had an arrow on his head and sported orange and yellow robes, while the other two looked to be of Water Tribe descent.

Her interest was irrefutably piqued, but she didn’t have any more time to waste with gawking. So she began to run once again, apologies spilling from her lips as she maneuvered through the groups of people all just as awestruck by the strange arrival as she was. Y/N made a mental note to ask Yue about it later, but for now she was running very late to her healing class.

-

Sure enough, a few hours later, Y/N was able to get the answers she had been craving. She met up with Yue outside of the palace, and during a short walk, she learned that the boy was the Avatar. He had come to the Northern Water Tribe to master waterbending, and the two kids with him were his companions from the Southern Tribe — much to her excitement, the girl was a waterbender.

Needless to say, Y/N was even more enthusiastic than before, and Yue made her day by confirming that they would be coming to her birthday celebration that night as honored guests. She had already talked to her father about allowing Y/N to sit with her and he had said yes, which meant that she would get to meet him and his friends in person — it just served as a reminder that Y/N had no idea what she would do without Yue.

After what felt like hours of passing the time with lost games of Pai Sho against her grandfather and failed attempts at finishing her homework, it was finally time for the banquet. Once she arrived at the front of the palace she bid goodbye to her grandparents and went to find the seat that Yue had secured for her.

She settled down in the empty spot next to what she assumed was Yue’s — it was her birthday after all, so a dramatic entrance wasn’t out of the question — and nervously glanced at the three visitors, trying to figure out how to introduce herself.

Thankfully, she was saved when the girl met her eyes and waved, offering a friendly smile. “Hi! I’m Katara; this is my brother Sokka, and that’s Aang.” She gestured in their direction with her head when she said their names and they both smiled and gave her polite nods.

She returned the sentiment gratefully. “I’m Y/N— I’m one of Princess Yue’s friends. Welcome to the Northern Water Tribe!”

“Thanks!” Aang said. “We’re here to find a master so Katara and I can master waterbending.”

“Well, you’re in luck. Master Pakku is one of the best there is, and even though he’s a total jerk, he’ll be able to teach you everything you need to know. And Katara, we have some amazing healing teachers— I can bring you along to my class tomorrow if you’re interested!”

Katara’s eyes lit up. “You’re a waterbender too?” When Y/N nodded, her smile grew even bigger, though slightly wistful.

“I’d really appreciate that,” she admitted, though her brows knit together. “But I’d like to learn from Master Pakku as well.”

Y/N frowned, about to correct her, when the distinct sound of drums began to echo throughout the hall. Her displeasure immediately disappeared as she grinned at them all excitedly, gesturing with her head towards the action.

Chief Arnook stood up from his spot and their table, his low voice booming. “Tonight, we celebrate the arrival of our brother and sister from the Southern Tribe. And they have brought with them someone very special, someone whom many of us believed disappeared from the world until now… the Avatar!”

Y/N’s own applause joined a symphony of others clapping and cheering as Aang waved bashfully, and once it died down, Arnook continued. “We also celebrate my daughter’s sixteenth birthday. Princess Yue is now of marrying age!”

She grinned as Yue walked out alongside her attendants — she would never get used to her beauty. Y/N noticed the way that Sokka’s eyes widened as he stared at her, and her stomach twisted at the act for some unknown reason.

“Thank you, Father,” she said. “May the great Ocean and Moon Spirits watch over us during these troubled times!”

Arnook smiled at his daughter and directed his attention back to his people. “Now, Master Pakku and his students will perform!”

She could tell that Katara and Aang were enraptured by the bending, while Sokka’s attention was already on Yue as she walked over to sit between Sokka and Y/N.

“I’m so glad you could make it!” Yue exclaimed, greeting her friend with a short embrace.

Y/N gave her a sideways smile. “If you think that I would miss your birthday and a banquet, then I’m afraid you’re out of practice on Y/N trivia.”

The princess laughed and nodded amiably then turned her attention to Sokka, ever the diplomat.

“Hi there,” he grinned. “Sokka, Southern Water Tribe.”

Yue returned the sentiment and gave him a slight bow. “Very nice to meet you.”

As their conversation went on, Y/N found herself tuning out a bit. For whatever reason, she had to actively stop herself from rolling her eyes at Sokka’s flirting, that same feeling in her stomach coming back. She made a mental note to see a healer about her issues.

“Hey, Y/N!” She snapped out of her self-imposed trance at the sound of Katara calling her name as she gestured for her to come over. It looked like Aang had gotten up to converse with Master Pakku and Chief Arnook, so she took the invitation and switched seats.

“I can’t tell you how nice it is to finally be here,” Katara said once Y/N had settled next to her. “Back home, I’m the only waterbender. Here… it’s like paradise. It almost feels too good to be true. I mean, even seeing you is crazy — I’ve never met a waterbender my age.”

Y/N smiled, though not without a hint of sadness. “I’m sorry that it’s taken so long for you to be able to experience this. How are you the only bender left down there?”

Katara was silent for a moment, a flurry of emotions warring on her face, before she answered. “The Southern Tribe hasn’t fared half as well as the Northern Tribe during the war. We don’t have one big, huge capital like this, we’re all split up into small villages. The Fire Nation has just been relentless with their raids, and without support from the North and a lack of communication between our sister tribes in the South, they were able to wipe us all out. Except for me.”

“Spirits, Katara…” Y/N set an amiable hand on her shoulder and squeezed, hoping that her softened expression could say what her words couldn’t. “My village was invaded when I was young, too. I’m so sorry that you had to go through that.”

She nodded pensively but managed to meet her eyes with an appreciative smile. “Thank you. I’m sorry about your village as well.” Her gaze drifted off, once again taking in the view around them, and when Katara met her eyes again she seemed better. “But we’re here now, and I’m planning to take advantage of everything I can, starting with all this food. Which one of these is your favorite?”

Y/N grinned as Katara pointed at the platter of various dishes in front of them. “Oh, you’ve got to try this. See that giant crab up there? That’s what this is, and you have not lived until you have tried Northern crab.”

Conversation flowed just as easily through the rest of the night between the two girls, occasionally switching to include Sokka and Yue and eventually Aang once he returned. Between the swells of pride whenever they laughed at her jokes, getting to learn about all three of them, and the almost palpable euphoria in the air, Y/N was sure of one thing:

This was the happiest she had felt in a long time. She could only hope it would last.

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Have I not talked about part 2 yet? It's time for me to talk about part 2!

Long post under here :

For starters, let me say my point about part 1 being total ass still applies. It was more Cynthia fanservice and 90% of what they talked about had zero relevancy to the actual thing. If they had released part 1 and 2 together, it would've been significantly better, but because it was released on it's own it made the Sinnoh arc look absolutely horrendous. The most Sinnoh content we had in received in Masters since basically launch, and it was by a long shot the worst.

So, did part 2 fix it? Yes! Oh my god! Part 2 is SO much better!!

Making it so Dawn didn't just fix everything in a minute was the first major improvement, that was one of my biggest issues with part 1- suddenly, the main issue was gone because she randomly found a legendary and made everything better! But they pulled a twist and said that actually, it did nothing, and everyone's asleep again. What's more, that Darkrai is even more powerful now, and perhaps not pursuing Cyrus and instead just letting Dawn and her flying croissant magic everything back to normal was a bad idea! Because they left him be, just as Cynthia did in the original event, he managed to gain more strength and even so close with Darkrai that he got a Sygna Suit out of it. We also see characters like Sycamore falling asleep too instead of just random NPCs this time. They fixed the ending of part 1 perfectly.

Another major issue with part 1, the mini arc they were beginning to bring up with the three commanders that then went nowhere is fully addressed and given plenty of attention here, with each commander even getting their own spotlight. Rather than turning their backs on him and calling them evil, they decide to try and help Cyrus, wanting to understand him. Notice how when the showdown with Cyrus did happen, none of the commanders even sent out their Pokémon? They're not here to fight him, they just wanted him back, not caring whether or not Cyrus saw them as tools to be used and then discarded. Even with everything they had been hearing about him, knowing his plan would lead to their deaths, they stayed by his side. The three of them never gave up on him. I love that they went down the route of the commanders trying to help Cyrus and give him a new goal rather than making them all betray him, even if it means that we don't get them playable for a while longer. What Cyrus needs is people who won't abandon him no matter what, and there they are. Genuinely, if we see Cyrus again and he's made even more steps towards change, it's very likely the commanders had something to do with it. This is also the second time that we've gotten an ending for Team Galactic where Cyrus and the commanders leave together! I'm willing to bet at some point, we'll get a line talking about how Cyrus would never admit it but he's gotta be attached to those three...

And let me highlight the moment between Saturn and Dawn here. Bringing up how selfless he is for Cyrus and how that's unhealthy was something I didn't think they'd do. They actually challenged a team admin's devotion to their leader. This obviously wouldn't phase the likes of Archer or Courtney, but for someone like Saturn? It's what he needed, and he'd listen too! Not only does it help him massively, but it helps him help Cyrus. We are on a one way train to that sweet sweet redemption arc and Saturn has now become the third subway brother (thanks Dawn)

Talking about the ending again- "Take care of Dialga." Once again, Cyrus effortlessly displaying that his words about not caring for people and Pokémon are lies. He's putting on this front of being unfeeling when you can see the way he cares for others. Even the fact how he took the commanders with him after all, calling them out one by one and by name, proves it further.

What a great ending.

Side note : Saturn slapping Looker was hilarious

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