#I am sorry I would offer bribery in the form of fic but I’m just too busy rn

[braxiatel]

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[enmy-writes]

My Rock Star

Request: Anon: hii can i request a zuko x reader fic where the reader is in a famous girl group (like blackpink for example) & the whole gaang is backstage while the reader is getting ready for a performance & its just super fluffy & cute? Thanks!!

Word Count: 2,646

Fandom: ATLA (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Pairing: Zuko x Fem!Reader

Genre: All fluff. It’s some nice fluff time

Rated: 18+

Content Warnings: swearing, mentions of abuse (not detailed though), suggested themes but nothing bad

****My first request!! Sorry, anon, if I didn’t capture everything you wanted, but I hope it is! I am a sucker for music and bands, and instead of a blackpink approach, I gave the band instruments because I simp for instruments lol I might do a part 2 if this turns out well so lmk! Also, I learned how to make the “keep reading” line show up so that’s exciting yay me. Enjoy :)****

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It was about two hours before the show was supposed to start and Y/N was doing her normal self-routine before she had to go to her ‘Band-Team-Gang’ (or BTG as her and the girls liked to call it) pre-show rituals. 

Y/N was a part of a famous girl group who had just recently started making it big in Ba Sing Se and were on their first huge tour. Normally, this would make any performer nervous of the attention and putting on a big show, but this was the environment that she thrived in. 

Suki, Mai, Ty Lee, Azula, Yue, and herself all knew each other from an all-girl’s private school that they grew up in together and bonded immediately over their love for creating music. It was inevitable for them to become a group. 

They spent most of their high school days writing songs and joking around in Y/N’s backyard bungalow her parents had gotten her for her twelfth birthday. To this day, they still go back there and do hot (dumb) girl shit.

“Why would we stop? That’s our home, of course we’d still go back there!” Ty Lee answered the interviewer with her signature hair flip and giggle. 

Azula rolled her eyes at the girl, hiding a fond smile. “At this point, It’d be weird not to go back to that little corner of hell we made.” Yue smacked her arm quickly, “Azula! Don’t act like you haven’t written most of our top hits in the bean bag we definitely didn’t steal from the school lounge.” 

The rest of the girls laughed, remembering how they had to hop the gates and sneak past the night guards to be able to get the bean bag. The plan would’ve been a total waste of time and definitely would have gotten them all expelled if anyone had caught them, but thank Mai’s ability to pick locks (which no one knows where she learned to do but they do not question it). 

“Plus,” Suki chimed in. “Y/N’s dad makes the best snacks and meals for us. It’d be a federal crime to not take up that offer for as long as we can.”

Needless to say, the six girls were so comfortable with each other that every performance was just like every group practice with, like, thousands of extra guests of honor. They even have a couch lounge area as part of their stage set props. It just makes sense.

Even though those were her best friends ever, sisters even, Y/N had another friend group that she was super close with. Azula had introduced Y/N to her brother, Zuko, back when they were in their sophomore year of high school and the two instantly clicked. It had only taken a year of being friends and hiding crushes for them to get together, and the two were still going strong. Through him, Y/N met a gang of (crazy) people that he had spent his whole public schooling years.

Aang, an enthusiastic and bald, vegan kid who loved life and enjoyed everything around him; Katara, his pre-med and feminist girlfriend; Sokka, her hilarious and amazingly smart brother (though, sometimes his ideas are questionable); and Toph, a blind and tough girl who is on her way to ruin the top 1%. With Zuko, they were the tightest and happiest little family that automatically accepted Y/N when Zuko brought her over one night. 

She was there when he went through a pyromaniac phase, his varying hair styles, and when he tried to get his father’s love back.Ozai, their father, was the owner and CEO of a massive weapons corporation. He had burned Zuko’s face on a hot stove and kicked him out of the house for suggesting that he raise the wage of all his employees to a comfortable living wage because many of his employees struggled to provide for their families even though they worked their asses off. Thankfully, his kind Uncle Iroh instantly picked the boy up off of the streets, letting him live with him and run his successful tea shop called the Jasmine Dragon. 

Azula had been shoved away by her father mostly for sexist reasons. Ozai would never pass his company down to his daughter, no matter how smart and dedicated she was. He threw her in the private school where she lived year round. She had never told Y/N or any of the other girl’s any of this, Y/N had found out through Zuko.

Y/N’s mother was a successful lawyer and her father was a district attorney who were very very passionate about bringing justice to those of racial discrimination, domestic abuse, abuse in general, and orphan rights. Her mother was an orphan who was plain lucky to get adopted by a loving old couple who used their life savings to get her the education and life she deserved while her father was a victim of domestic abuse. 

So, after months of convincing Zuko, Y/N told her parents about the two siblings. Long story short, they got Ozai arrested for his abuse crimes, bribery history, employee mistreatment, and many more crimes. They also adopted Azula herself and gave full custody of Zuko to his uncle. 

Since then, the world has been peaceful for the group. Azula has started to recover from her trauma with the help of her friends, therapy, and love from two caring adults; and Zuko was glowing year round in the company of his uncle and friends. 

A smile forms on her face, thinking of her large family and all they’ve gone through to get here, when the door to her personal backstage room opened up. The loud voices from Aang and Sokka met her ears next. 

“I LOVE YOU SO MUCH YOU REMEMBERED THE HAM SANDWICHES WITH NO CRUST.” A kiss to her cheek and Sokka is instantly at her snack table.

“Y/N! How’d you know I was going to bring Appa and Momo?!” Aang walked his huge, white dog and lemur (don’t ask how he has it. It might be illegal, but no one can tell him no) to the pet bed corner she had put in. 

Not answering them, Y/N just smiles at her friends who barged in and turns back to her mirror where she’s trying to decide her earring combination for the day. Warm arms snake their way around her waist, a body sliding up against her back soon after. 

“What’s your ideas for tonight?” Zuko’s voice speaks quietly into her ear, causing her to hum and lean back against his chest slightly. 

“I’m not sure. We’re going for the edgy look tonight, but we all know Ty Lee is still going to wear pink. Man, our manager is going to kill her...again.” They both laugh. “Ugh, why did you let me pierce my ears, like, ten times. There’s too many combinations to choose from!”

“Me?! I did-- never mind. Just grab a handful, no one can see them from the stage anyways.” Despite his attempt to seem like he doesn’t care, one of his ring-clad fingers starts moving his favorite pieces over into a little pile by themselves. Y/N rolls her eyes and starts putting his choices in random holes in her ear, pushing him back lightly so she can bend over closer to the mirror to see better. 

“It’s the fit Zu… if the fit is a vibe, the confidence is there. If the confidence is there, nothing can stop my hot girl shit.” Her words cause him to let a huff of jealousy, flicking her arm playfully. 

Their eyes meet in the mirror, and he can clearly see the mischief in them. Calming down, he jokes back. “Yeah, well, you may do your ‘hot girl shit,’ but no one can steal you from me. We’ve been here too long.”

Toph cuts in from across the room with a loud laugh. “Please, fire brains, I could steal Y/N if I tried.” 

He whips around to face the short girl, “No you could not!!” 

“Actually, she makes a point.” Katara says, nodding along in hopes to pick fun at the boy. 

Sokka adds his two cents. “Honestly. Toph would just have to pick Y/N up and slam her against the wall or something and she’d tell her manager to send you a letter of resignation.” 

The whole group laughs, save for the angsty boy, and Y/N wraps her hand around his wrist. She pulls him towards her and reaches for a peck on the cheek. “While that may be true,” she gets a glare. “I���m too big of a simp for you… and Uncle Iroh’s dinner and game nights.”

While the rest of them laugh, Zuko’s eyes soften and he presses his lips to hers in a short, soft kiss. Uncle Iroh adores his girlfriend and everything she has done for Zuko and Azula where he had no power to do anything. The man calls her more than he does Zuko himself, and he’s pretty sure Y/N convinced him to download Words With Friends on his phone to play with her for when she can’t make it to the weekly game night dates. 

Y/N smiles up at him and pats his cheeks lovingly before moving to the wardrobe area of her room. She pulls out ‘Cards Against Humanity’ from a duffle bag on the floor before joining the rest of her friends around the lounge area, patting the seat beside her for Zuko to join them.

Everyone cheers at the sight of the black and white box with the many expansion packs that they have collected over the years. While Katara deals, everyone else makes bets on who is going to win this time. Y/N slides back into Zuko’s side as his arm comes to rest around her shoulders, playing with the ends of her H/L hair.

It’s about fifty minutes before the show is starting, and Y/N knows she has to start getting dressed and ready for the concert. Sighing, she slips from her boyfriend’s grasp (a small whine coming from him) and moves to her dressing corner. Suki, Ty Lee, Mai, Azula, and Yue had made their way to the room shortly after they started due to Sokka texting his girlfriend (Suki) to come over and join. 

The rest of the girls notice you get up and leave as well, much to everyone else’s dismay. You reassure them to keep playing a few more rounds, not wanting to ruin their fun with you putting clothes on. Y/N quickly shoves her outfit choice on which is very hot, black, and riddled with chains. To top it off, she had thick-heeled combat boots on with numerous buckles on them. Her hair, makeup, and accessories have already been done so she heads back to the group.

‘Cards Against Humanity’ has been packed up neatly and her friends are lounging around, getting last minute snacks and quality time before they go to their special seats right in front of the stage. Nothing but the best for her friends. Sokka and Katara are the first people to see her, and the former lets out his own wolf whistle in his own way to hype Y/N up. 

“DAMN, my best friend is HOT AS HELL. Zuko, you lucky ass man.” Katara hits him, but shoots her a wink as the rest of the gang look over. Y/N laughs giddily through their praises and hyped words (Toph in good spirit rather than actually seeing her outfit), as she makes her way back to her spot on the couch.

Zuko, who hadn’t been able to take his eyes off her yet, quickly grabs her bare waist and tugs her onto his lap to hold her tight. “So… this is what you meant by ‘hot girl shit.’” Letting out a loud laugh, Y/N turns her head and gives him a quick kiss. “I’m a rock star, baby, what can I say.” 

Aang cheers out of nowhere. “Yes! I’ve always wanted to be a groupie!” More laughter and jokes ring throughout the room, keeping the atmosphere as light as always, 

A knock at the door interrupts them. A man is standing there in all black with a headset on and a sleek, red (with little sparkles that only gleam in the light), electric guitar carefully caressed in his hands. While they are a girl group, their success has mainly come from being a girl group who also plays all their instruments. With Mai on the drums, Ty Lee on the keyboard, Azula and Y/N on electric guitars, Yue on the acoustic guitar, Suki on the bass; the band is truly a sight with all of them sharing the vocals and their enthusiastic (near crackhead) energy that give their crowd a good show. 

“Miss L/N? This is your five minute warning.” He tells them, not bothered by the usual group of people who are constantly in these rooms with her.

“Thanks Lee!” Y/N hops up to get her pride and joy (her child as Suki and Mai like to joke about). “I’ll be right out.”

Knowing these are the last pre-game minutes, everyone starts getting up to leave the room as well. Zuko lingers by Y/N who’s busy making sure her instrument is tuned perfectly for the numbers she’s about to perform. 

“I can feel you staring, Zu,” She smiles, still looking down at her strings. He huffs out a laugh, reaching out to push a piece of hair back to see her face.

“Good luck out there, my rock star. Don’t do too much hot girl shit.” 

“Oh, I’m doing all the hot girl shit.” A glare. “I’m kidding! I’m kidding… unless…?” She laughs at his fed up face. Reaching up, she presses one last, lingering kiss to his lips, enjoying the feeling of his fingers clutching her sides firmly and the feeling of his heart beat under her palm that’s resting on his chest. 

“Bye, love. I’ll see you after the show.” She whispers, sealing the promise with a kiss before moving back. “Alright kids! Get the hell out of my dressing room.” Y/N shouts at her friends and they all leave together, laughing away. 

The rest of them wish her luck before moving away, Sokka sprinting to find Suki one last time. Zuko holds onto her free hand, watching her laugh at ‘Simp Sokka’ with his small smile on his face. He kisses her hand, pulling her attention back to him. 

“Bye, rock star. I’ll see you after the show. Break a leg, yeah?” His cliche words make her laugh more, pulling away from him and towards the rest of her band who are chanting “BTG! BTG!”. 

“Zu… I don’t break legs. I break hearts.” And with one last mischievous look, she mouths ‘hot girl shit’ and struts away in that way that makes Zuko want to make her cancel the show completely. 

His phone buzzes a few minutes after he caught up with his friends in their special closed off section on the floor. He opens the notification and it sends him to Instagram where Y/N had tagged him in a post. The smile grows on his face with every second he takes in the post. 

Katara must’ve taken the picture. The angle, lighting, and quality could only be done by her. Y/N was on his lap, dressed to go on stage. Zuko’s mouth was almost touching her ear, definitely when he was whispering to her, and her face was wide in a smirk. They looked good, perfect even. The caption is what made him laugh, warmth and pride that she is his spreading through his chest. 

“Y/N_L/N: for him? I’m always on my hot girl shit”

[khicken121]

McSombra Week Day 2/4: Organization/Reversal

Me: *reads McSombra Week 2018 prompts* My Brain: Oh hell no. You have too much to do and no time to do it. This should be the last- what are you doing? Me: *getting ideas* ...Nothing... My Brain: What the-?! That’s not- NO, DON’T WRITE THE- goddammit... Me: *writes the fic anyway*

I mashed up days 2 and 4 for this one. Sorry it's a bit rushed, so it’s not as good as yesterday’s entry. You know what day it is, so just... just read the fic...

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Characters: Jesse McCree, Olivia “Sombra” Colomar Warnings: None Additional Tags: Deadlock!McCree, Los Muertos!Sombra, Sombra is an expert at blackmail, bribery and pissing McCree off, Crappy references to in-game interactions

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She ran into the shaded alley, fumbling to reload her weapon. They were hot on her trail, and for being decked out in bright colors and many of them notorious for being very loud, god damn some of them are stealthy sons of bitches!

When she was at full ammo, she threw herself behind a pile of crates. She was in enemy territory now. In all honesty, this ‘gang rivalry’ crap was stupid in her opinion, and all because of a failed relationship between the leaders. On top of that, they just had to raid the same shipment at the same time. Sure, she found their hidden stash, but she couldn’t carry any of them back without getting caught. If she came back empty handed, her gang would definitely have her ass for that…

Now if she brought back a person… 

Her thoughts were cut off when the faintest sounds of footsteps reached her ears. Her weapon was held at the ready as she willed her breaths to be silent. When dead silence was all that filled the air, she slowly rose up to observe her surroundings. Her long hair stuck to the sides of her face and the back of her neck as sweat formed from the burning sun and the heat within her chest and head.

A quick swivelling of her head, and she saw her surroundings were clear. The sounds of her running muffled by the dust under her boots, if she could barely hear herself surely no one else could-

Darkness filled her vision as the butt of another gun flew into her forehead as she came upon the exit to the alley.

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She woke up in that same alley, the sun at a lower point in the sky, and even more boxes around herself and the person in front of her…

Wait…

Shit!

“Well, well… You’re not what I expected. No, not at all...” they taunted. Their face hidden from the glowing violet hologram in between them. She could barely make out an image of herself within the bright aura. Their voice was definitely young and masculine, and far too confident for her comfort.

She attempted to stand up, but her wrists and ankles were bound. Her head was throbbing and her back was stiff from the unbalanced hunched sitting position she was stuck in.

The mysterious person continued scrolling on his holoscreen. “Outlaw? Too obvious. Orphan? Tch, who isn’t these days? Oh... what do we have-”

“The hell do you want?” she spat.

“I want information, Jane."

She forced herself to retain her laughter.

“I’m not tellin’ you shit about Dead-”

“Not them, you! I have my dirt on everyone in your pathetic little friend group. You, on the other hand, are a mystery to me.”

“How so?” she drawled, voice still groggy as she tried to fully recover from going unconscious.

“I can give you the answer to the most burning question you have, but only if you do something for me in return.”

“What’re you tryin’ to say? I don’t speak that flowery english you got there.”

“Ugh, Americans,” he groaned before pulling down the holoscreen so she could finally see his face. He had an undercut with bright pink spiked hair. Neon yellow bones were painted over his olive skin and dusty, loose-fitting clothes. If she wasn't mistaken, she’d guess he’s quite a bit younger than herself. Definitely somewhere between late teens and early 20s.

“I can tell you why they abandoned you.”

“Well no shit they left me, you knocked me out. It’s every man for himself-”

“Not Deadlock, Jane!” he practically hissed as frustration seethed into his voice. “I’m talking about your family.”

“Don't call me that! Besides, my parents were killed, they didn’t-”

“How do you know for certain? Tell me one memory you have of them.”

She fell silent. She fought the tears forming behind her eyelids. She was stronger than this, she can't cry in front of the enemy.

He scoffed. “That’s what I thought.”

“If y'know so much about me, then how am I a mystery?”

“That’s my own business. Now do we have a deal or not?"

She fell silent again. Not knowing what the better option would be in this situation.

"Tell you what: If you refuse, I’ll let you go. I’ll even help you take some of this,” he gestured to the crates surrounding them “back to your ‘secret base’,” he finished with air quotes and sarcasm in his tone. 

She shouldn’t take this deal. It was simple enough. Just say no and go back to the gang with a few boxes to get her share of the money and food for the night. The choice is so easy…

“Deal,” she agreed reluctantly.

“Just get your posse out of Castillo in thirty days. Leave my territory, and I’ll tell you what you want to know the most.”

“And if I don’t?”

“You can’t not do it, vaquera. You already made the deal. But if that were to happen, either you broke the deal or died. Believe me, I’ll know which one it is.”

Using both hands, she took off her tattered hat and held it over her chest. “You have my word.”

Satisfied with this response, he removed a knife from a hidden holster on his leg. He make quick work of sawing the rope from her hands and feet before helping her up.

"What about the information you wanted? I can't exactly give you any if we're god knows how many miles apart."

The pink-haired teen smirked on a way that made her want to smack him square in the face, but she held her composure and rubbed her wrists instead. "Don't you worry about that. I'll be in touch, amiga."

She was beginning to regret this more by the second. He didn't disclose how much he wanted, yet all the got out of it was the answer to one question that benefitted nobody. She probably wouldn't even be able to go back 'home' with any loot after all.

“In the meantime, call me Sombra,” he said as he held his hand out, offering her revolver back. “I'm sure it'll be a pleasure doing business with you, Muh-Cree. If that even is your real name."

She took her gun from his hand and secured it into the holster on her thigh. "I don't know what the hell you've heard, but the name’s not Jane.”

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Again, sorry about this story being so rushed and the stupid ‘me vs my brain’ fight at the start. Serious question though, who goes through similar battles with their morals/instincts when they write/draw/goof around the computer???

Anyway, Happy McSombra Week! (This is unfortunately all I can contribute. Maybe next time I’ll do all the days!)